Meet Your Next Book Boyfriend Tour: Theo Kershaw from Instacrush by Kate Meader #YourNextBBF

Welcome to Fiction Fangirls stop on the #YourNextBBF tour!! I’d like to introduce you to your next BBF, THEO (SUPERGLUTES) KERSHAW from INSTACRUSH (Rookie Rebels #2) by Kate Meader 

He smelled like naughty nights and comforting arms and dumb jokes and the guy who had all the answers.

Who is Theo Kershaw:

✔️ Rookie Hockey player (Nickname: Superglutes because well….his glutes are super!! )

✔️ Instagram famous (funny, entertaining, gorgeous)

✔️ Big Heart (Has so much love to give)

✔️ Playful (Flirty)

✔️ Totally Swoonworthy

But he saw no reason why he should hide his great ass on the day before the baby Jesus was born.

What I LOVED about Theo : 

He is the perfect blend of childlike, yet responsible and incredibly self-aware. He shows respect for women, especially his heroine, Elle Butler. He pays attention to other people’s feelings and needs. He’s goofy and immature at all of the right times and serious and responsible when it’s most important for him to be. He’s so full of love and isn’t afraid to show it, especially when it comes to his family! He was just literal perfection to me because he was imperfect in the most endearing ways.

“I’m not afraid of looking like I don’t understand something. There’s no shame in relying on other people.”

“A lot of people would jump at the chance to be seen with me, y’know.”
Her expression was pitying. “Poor Superglutes, aren’t you getting enough attention from your millions of Instagram followers? Is it lonely being adored by all your fans?”


“Very! All they see is this amazing body and gorgeous hair and beautiful cheekbones. Sure, I’m hilarious and great in bed, but do they appreciate it? Do you appreciate it?

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Theo Kershaw is the luckiest guy alive.

Roaring back from a life-threatening injury, he has the world at his skates as defenseman for his new team, the Chicago Rebels. Everyone adores his big personality, his on-ice talent, and his killer smile. Everyone but his prickly neighbor–or so he thinks. One chilly Christmas Eve, Theo will learn that maybe the girl next door isn’t such a hater after all …

Elle Butler is the most embarrassing person on the planet.

How else can the ex-military-now-bartender explain her crush on the hot jock who lives across the hall? True, he has gorgeous green eyes and perfect cheekbones, but the filter between his brain and too-sexy mouth is permanently malfunctioning. Yet she can’t stop checking out his Instagram antics or sneaking looks at him when he’s in her bar. Absolutely mortifying. Running from a past filled with damning secrets, Elle’s determined that this guilty pleasure remains buried in her deepest fantasies.

Because she couldn’t possibly indulge with the Theo Kershaw. Or make a mistake that draws attention to her under-the-radar life. And she especially couldn’t be a mom to a pro-athlete’s baby … could she?

5 Star Quickie Review

This book is the perfect example of why I read romance. Showing how imperfect people can be perfect for each other and despite the many obstacles that life throws in your way, love will always be there to offer hope and a true chance at finding happiness within yourself as well as with someone else.

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Blog Tour & Review: Love in Due Time (Green Valley Library #1) by L.B. Dunbar

Naomi Winters will be forty—soon-ish—and she’s only been with one man. One night. One time. Long ago. She believes everything happens for a reason, and the universe spoke about Nathan Ryder.

Nathan Ryder isn’t the same man who hightailed his bike out of Green Valley eighteen years ago. As a rule breaker, women are one area he acts a fool. Case in point…the local librarian. He can’t get a read on her, but she’s one risk he’s willing to take. Again.

What do an eccentric librarian and a sexy silver biker have in common? More than you think.

The due date on their love might not be expired after all.

‘Love in Due Time’ is a full-length, contemporary romantic comedy, can be read as a standalone, and is book #1 in the Green Valley Library series.

About Smartypants Romance

“Naomi?” My hands cover her shoulders, holding her steady.

“This is all my fault.” Her eyes widen, the widest I’ve ever seen. Panic fills them.

“What do you mean?”

“I … I can’t believe this happened again.” Her hands come to my chest, and she gently pushes at me. “You have to get out of here.”

“What?” My brows pinch at the harsh tone.

“You need to go. I can’t be near you.” Her voice struggles to stay level.

Ouch. That stings a little.

“Why?” I take one step back under the force of her hands.

“I can’t be around you. This can’t happen.”

“Lady, what are you talking about?” My voice roughens.

“Bad things always happen after I’m with you.”

I stiffen, straightening to my full height. My arms cross and I glare down at her. Saying such a thing is just downright mean. Her head shakes as her fingers curl along the open edges of my work jacket. Suddenly, I feel like she’s tugging me to her instead of pressing me away.

What the …

“When I’m with you, something happens. Something bad.” Her breath catches. “Because we kissed, the library is closing.”

I stare at her. She can’t be serious, but I see the hysteria in her eyes, like a rabid, trapped animal. She actually believes what she says.

“Well, we didn’t kiss,” I remind her, my tone stern and condescending. “I kissed you, remember? And you didn’t kiss me back, so I don’t think it counts.”

She glares up at me, her fingers still gripping my open jacket. Her shoulders fall, her head lowers, and it’s as if I can visibly see her relax, like water cascading down a building, washing over her.

Exhale. Settle.

Exhale. Calm.

“I didn’t kiss you back?” she questions and then her head pops up again. She nearly shrieks with the hesitant realization. Commence inhaling, like she’s winding up again. Full steam ahead.

“I didn’t kiss you back,” she repeats, her excitement growing. Another exaggerated inhale.

“I didn’t kiss you back!” Now, she’s just downright gloating, and the engine’s ready to blow.

“You don’t have to sound so pleased,” I murmur. I glance up and notice Mrs. MacIntyre watching us through the window of the librarian’s office behind the check-out counter. Her eyes narrow and I’m certain we’re making too much noise for her liking.

“I … I’m so relieved,” Naomi admits, her head falling forward, her fingers loosening on my jacket. Then her face turns up again. Her lids lift, slow and lazy. Her mouth curls in sweet relief, and she pulls herself up on her toes by the open edge of my jacket and does the damnedest thing. She kisses me.

This is my first time reading an LB Dunbar book and also my first read in the Smartypants universe and I am not disappointed!! I’ve clearly been missing out by not reading this author before.

I am a big fan of learning something new while reading and I feel like I’ve learned so much about the Wiccan religion through this book, so I’m especially appreciative for that aspect of the story. I’m also really glad to read about older (my age) characters falling in love.

I really enjoyed seeing Nathan and Naomi reconnect and being able to slowly piece together what they’ve been through since their first time together 18 years ago and what exactly happened to separate them in the first place. My heart was broken for both of them but especially for Naomi and how her parents treated her for so long and just how much it effected who she was vs. who she became.

This story was a fantastic journey of discover, truth, forgiveness and love (both family and romantic) and I thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience. I can’t wait to read more about the Winters sisters, particularly a certain sister and her sexy renter.

Excerpt & Review: Sweet Home Louisiana (Boys of the Bayou #2) by Erin Nicholas

 

Two Landry men down, one more (and a Landry woman) to go and I’m all in for it!! Boys of the Bayou is proving to be another great series from Erin Nicholas and a definite must read!! I mean, only if you like sexy, sweet stories with strong, loyal and all around amazing characters anyways.

Owen and Maddie had amazing chemistry that jumped off the page from the very first chapter. I loved how, even as we learn about their history together, we also get to see them fall in love with each other as adults. We see Maddie’s need to hold herself back start to fade and as she gets back to being who she’s afraid to be all the while clearly understanding WHY she’s afraid. We also get to see Owen as much more than the laidback playboy we met in the first book.

Still, much like in the first book, my favorite part of this series is watching the whole Landry/Allain family dynamic. Who wouldn’t want to live in Autre with these people?!? And the more we get to know them, the harder I fall and the more excited I get for the next books. Sawyer just might be my favorite but I’m keeping a close eye on Kennedy and who I think (know) will be her love interest. It’s going to be great! I can already feel it!!

*I couldn’t bring myself to give this 5 full stars just because I’m a little bothered by one decision that Owen made that seemed contrary to his character and his relationship with his cousins, even though it didn’t end up being an issue. Also because I’m kind of bothered by the way the men are expected to give off a certain vibe in order to keep their business reviews positive, which I’m kind of hoping changes over the course of the series…perhaps with the help of a certain smart businessman?

Owen felt his mouth curve into a grin as he heard the familiar clap, clap, clap behind him.

That was one of his favorite sounds—high heels on the wooden dock of the Boys of the Bayou swamp boat tour company.

He took his time turning and once he did, he started at the shoes.

They were black and showed off bright red toenails. The straps wrapped sexily around trim ankles and led the eye right up to smooth, toned calves. The heels matched the black polka dots on the white skirt that thankfully didn’t start until mid-thigh, and showed off more tanned skin.

He straightened from his kneeling position in one of the boats as his eyes kept moving up past the skirt to the bright red belt that accentuated a narrow waist and then to the silky black tank that molded to a pair of perfect breasts.

He was fully anticipating her lips being bright red to go with that belt and her toenail polish. God, he loved red lipstick. And high heels. In any color.

But before he could get to those lips, she used them, to say, “Oh, dammit, it’s you.”

Owen’s gaze bypassed her mouth to fly to her eyes. Because he’d know that voice anywhere.

Madison Allain was home.

A day early.

Not that an extra day would have helped him prepare. He’d been thinking about her visit for a week and was still as wound tight about it as he’d been when Sawyer, his business partner and cousin, had told him that she was coming home. For a month.

Owen stood just watching her, fighting back all of the first words that he was tempted to say.

Like, “Damn, you’re even more gorgeous than the last time I saw you.”

Or, “I haven’t put anyone in the hospital lately.”

Or, “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

Just for instance.

She blew out a breath and now he did focus on her lips.

Yep, red. Terrific. That wasn’t going to make ignoring them any easier.

“I was hoping you were Sawyer,” she said, propping a hand on her hip.

Owen tossed the wrench he held into the toolbox at his feet. “Nope. Sorry.” So she wasn’t happy to see him. Big shocker. He hadn’t always been the perfect Southern gentleman around Maddie, that was for sure.

He wiped his hands on his jeans. Okay, he was supposed to be niceto her. That meant treating her like she was one of the tourists who frequented this dock. Polite. Friendly, but not I’ve-known-you-my-whole-life-and-kissed-you-a-whole-bunch friendly. Just mildly hey-how’s-it-goin’ friendly. So that she didn’t sell off her portion of the business that not only fed him and his other two partners, but that was their pride and joy. And the only thing he was really good at.

Nice. Polite. A little friendly—but not too much. He could do that.

Annoyed that within thirty seconds of seeing her again he was already thinking about kissing her, he kicked the toolbox, trying to slide it into the nook under the bow of the boat. Of course, he kicked it too hard and it tipped, spilling tools over the floor of the boat with loud clangs of metal against metal.

He shoved a hand through his hair. That was typical. Everything was an overreaction when it came to how he acted around Maddie. Even the little stuff. Certainly the big stuff. Always had been.

“Sawyer’s over at Ellie’s.” Owen pulled himself up out of the boat and onto the dock.

That took him about two feet closer to her and he instantly became aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Very aware as Maddie’s eyes tracked over his shoulders, chest and abs.

The heat that arrowed through him was unwelcome. Though not unexpected. There had always been this crazy chemistry between them. Key word: crazy.

 

Blog Tour Stop, Excerpt & Review: My Best Friend’s Mardi Gras Wedding (Boys of the Bayou #1) by Erin Nicholas

 

 

Thirty minutes earlier, two blocks away…

Tori was supposed to be the Best Man.

If she was, she would be having drinks at some place called Trahan’s right now. Tori didn’t even care what they served there, only that it would be off Bourbon Street. And she’d be talking to Andrew and his friends. And not babysitting Paisley and her friends. All of whom made Tori want to stab her eardrums with the tiny colored plastic swords that were skewered through the pineapple chunks at the top of their drinks.

Correction—all of whom made her feel like someone was stabbing her eardrums with tiny plastic swords.

The subjects of their conversations were bad enough—how could anyone talk this much about shoes?—but the talking also never stopped. And then there was the giggling. And the squealing. Holy shit, the squealing.

It got louder and more frequent the more of the icy, pink and green drinks the girls consumed.

Andrew owed her big time.

It was interesting that the guy from out of town was celebrating off Bourbon, while the girl who had grown up in New Orleans was the one getting shit-faced on the infamous party street. Paisley struck Tori as more the mint-juleps-on-the-front-porch type than the doing-shots-and-flashing-her-boobs-for-beads type.

But she’d become that second type tonight. On Tori’s watch.

Thanks, Andrew. At least he was going to be the one dealing with Paisley’s puking later. And her hangover tomorrow. Tori couldn’t imagine the Southern princess hungover. Yikes.

Tori took a tiny sip of the pink concoction she held. And grimaced. She was a beer girl, when she drank at all. This was, obviously, meant to be consumed quickly and after several other drinks.

But this was one of those places on Bourbon. It had the neon-on-steroids lights, the crowds of people, the overpriced-but-loaded-with-liquor drinks in collectible glasses that you’d never want to see again after spending the early morning hours kneeling next to the toilet.

What the hell were they doing here? Paisley was a rich girl. Classy.

A loud, screeching squeal went up from the herd of girls standing a few feet away and Tori rolled her eyes. Classy-ish. Apparently Paisley didn’t go out partying like this with her friends on a regular basis, and the rum and lights and festive atmosphere were getting to her. And, of course, the fact that people kept pinning dollar bills to her chest. It was a tradition, apparently, that if you saw a bride during her bachelorette party in the Quarter, you pinned money to the little clip she wore on her shirt. Or, in Paisley’s case, the very low-cut, tightly fit, strapless dress she wore.

Oh, and then there were the masks. The masks were such a huge part of Mardi Gras that Paisley’s girlfriends had insisted they all wear them tonight. They were meant to obscure your identity and make it easier to just let go and revel in everything crazy and sinful.

Paisley’s was a bright pink, glittery thing that matched her dress—including the sequins—and covered everything but her mouth. No one would know she was the daughter of Robert Darbonne, the past and very beloved Mayor of New Orleans and a current United States Senator. It was the main reason that Paisley’s father had agreed to let her take the bachelorette party down to Bourbon tonight. Her mother thought a tasteful cocktail party would be more appropriate. So they were doing that. Too. Tomorrow night. But Paisley’s bridesmaids—minus Tori—had insisted on taking her to Bourbon for a traditional bachelorette party. For better or worse.

Paisley had grown up in the Garden District of New Orleans in a real, honest-to-God mansion on St. Charles Street, the only child of her politician father and nationally renowned neurosurgeon mother. Paisley was a princess. At least as far as Tori could tell. She dressed the part with lots of designer labels and flashy styles. She certainly acted the part too, making lots of demands and clearly expecting people to ask “how high” even before she said to jump. She was the most spoiled person Tori had ever met.

And she was marrying Tori’s best friend, Andrew.

In four days.

Tori was in New Orleans, a part of the bridal party for a woman she barely knew and didn’t like, for an entire week-long wedding extravaganza.

And the Darbonne family didn’t do “nontraditional” things like letting a woman be the groom’s first attendant. So Tori was the ninth bridesmaid—the last bridesmaid—standing up on Paisley’s side of the aisle.

Tori took a bigger drink of the strawberry slush in her hand—and instantly regretted it—as Paisley stuck her chest out for a group of guys to pin bills to her dress and give her congratulations. Though “congratulations” really sounded a lot like “how about I make you wish you were staying single.”

Tori wished Paisley was staying single. That was for sure.

Not that anyone—especially Andrew—knew that. As far as he knew, Tori was happy for him and his bride-to-be. That was mostly thanks to the fact that Tori and Andrew didn’t often see each other in person. He’d been living in Louisiana and she’d been in Iowa for the past six years.

Tori sighed as she thought about how things had changed between them. That was why she’d been so happy that he’d wanted her to be a part of his wedding. “You’re my oldest friend, Tori. You know me in a way no one else does. Of course you need to be a part of my wedding.” Those words were why she’d said yes to standing up at a wedding she didn’t really want to happen. She didn’t have a lot of close friends and none like Andrew, who she’d known since kindergarten and who had always liked her in spite of her weirdness.

She missed him. Andrew had grown up next door to her, literally, and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d gone more than a day without talking to him even when they were both at Iowa State. It wasn’t until he’d gone to law school at Tulane that they started to talk less. She’d been in vet school, so they’d both been working hard and the time between phone calls had stretched, sometimes to a couple of weeks at a time.

But it had been okay. Mostly. They had texting and Snapchat and Skype.

Until he’d met Paisley.

She’d swept him off his feet. A political science major, Andrew knew all about Paisley’s father, and the promise of a dinner with the famous, mostly-beloved Louisiana politician who they’d been courting to run for President—yes, of the United States—had been more than enough to get Andrew wrapped around Paisley’s dainty, perfectly manicured finger.

He hadn’t come back from that first dinner as the Andrew Tori knew.

“Oh my God, Paisley!” Jenna, one of Paisley’s bridesmaids, exclaimed as she finished her drink. “This is the most fun ever!”

Tori felt her eye twitching.

The girls were loving this because of the attention they were getting.

Tori guessed that bachelorette parties always got a lot of attention from the men on Bourbon. Where else could you find entire herds of young, beautiful, tipsy women who were out for nothing but a good time?

Oh yeah, pretty much anywhere else in New Orleans on any other day of any other week.

Tori almost took another sip of her drink, but then remembered that she hated everything about the slushy pink mix of…whatever. She lowered it and sighed as she watched Paisley look at her phone, grin widely, and then show it to her friends.

Andrew had just texted her a photo of him making a kissy face.

What the hell had happened to Tori’s best friend?

Paisley was exactly the opposite of everything Tori would have expected Andrew to fall for. She spent more time on her hair than Tori spent going from waking up to walking out the door. Paisley had studied early childhood development in college but had no intention of teaching. Or working with kids at all. She was clearly trained and intent on being a politician’s wife. And, maybe worst of all—no, definitely worst of all—Paisley didn’t like animals. She said she was allergic to both dogs and cats, but Tori thought it was really more that she was a terrible person.

Tori again lifted her glass, thought for a second about just chugging it so she’d at least have some liquor in her system, opened her mouth, and then thought better of it. She lowered the glass again. Dammit, she wanted a beer.

She never thought people were terrible. She didn’t like every person she’d ever met, of course, but mostly she gave people the benefit of the doubt and…avoided them as much as possible.

Animals really were superior to people, in almost every sense, and spending her days taking care of everything from cats to cows, and even one alpaca, made Tori exceedingly happy.

She watched Paisley’s friends gather around her for a selfie. They didn’t ask her to join in and she had no desire to. She knew that Paisley was putting up with her because of Andrew.

No, scratch that. She knew that Paisley absolutely did not want her here.

Why Andrew had told Tori that, she had no idea. Why he thought that she and Paisley should hang out tonight, she had no idea. Didn’t Andrew know Tori better than this?

The two women had absolutely nothing—other than Andrew, she supposed—in common. That had been painfully clear when Tori had come to visit Andrew for Mardi Gras last year. Things had been tense and cool between the women, and Tori had ended up spending a lot of time alone while Paisley monopolized Andrew as if they didn’t see each other every single day.

Of course, that had led Tori to Bourbon Street on Fat Tuesday last March, which had led her to Bourbon O, the bar five blocks from where she was right now, which had led her to Josh Landry.

So she should probably be grateful to Paisley.

Tori sighed again, but happily—maybe wistfully—this time.

Tonight was Mardi Gras. The night. The only night she really cared about being in New Orleans. The night she was supposed to meet Josh Landry back at Bourbon O. If she wanted to. If he wanted to. If they were still thinking of each other.

And dammit, she wanted to.

She was definitely still thinking of him, and when Andrew had announced that he and Paisley were getting married the weekend after Mardi Gras and asked her to come, Tori had immediately decided to come for the festival and stay for the week-long extravaganza that was going to be Paisley Darbonne’s wedding. Not Andrew and Paisley’s wedding. This thing was all about the bride.

Most women had one day. Maybe a weekend. Not Princess Paisley. The week before the wedding was filled with activities and meals and tours all designed to make the wedding in her hometown into something of a destination wedding for all of the Iowa guests.

Tori hadn’t gotten to New Orleans until today, but she would have waited and shown up on Friday if it wasn’t for Josh Landry.

And now she was five blocks away from the place they’d agreed to meet up.

Just the fact that Josh had suggested this had been making her heart pound for nearly a year. Whenever she thought of it, anyway. It wasn’t like she thought about him constantly. Just once or twice. Every day.

But this kind of stuff didn’t happen in her life. Her life was very…normal. Other than the occasional set of bovine twins or an injured mare, there were very few dramatic flares in Tori’s life.

So what the hell was she doing even thinking about running down Bourbon Street to the bar where she’d first met Josh? They’d only spent about six hours together total and that hadn’t even been all at once. She’d sat across the bar from him as he worked for two nights. The first had only been for about an hour. The second had been for five hours. Five hours that had flown by. They’d only talked. And laughed.

But, as she was leaving each night, he’d come after her. And kissed her.

The best kisses of her life.

Seriously. They were easily the best four out of the twenty-three she’d had.

And then he’d asked her to come back a year later. After two nights of just talking. And four amazing kisses.

That had all been enough to get him to ask her to come back.

That was just…wow.

And she was right here, after all. On Bourbon Street. On Mardi Gras. She could just pop in and see if he was there. He was maybe even working tonight.

“Victoria!”

She cringed as Paisley called to her across the bar. Paisley refused to call her Tori, no matter how many times Tori told her to.

“Yes?”

“You have to go and stall Andrew, okay?”

It wasn’t a big place. Why did the girl think she needed to yell like that? Tori moved around the group of people between her and the perky blonde socialite with the hope that if she was standing closer to her, Paisley would lower her voice a little.

“Stall him?” Tori asked.

“Yeah, the girls and I are heading to the Hustler store,” Paisley said. Loudly. “But we’re supposed to meet them in like ten minutes. I need a little more time.” She winked from behind her pink sequined mask with the tiny bit of tulle attached like a veil to one corner.

Well, helping Paisley pick out sex toys or lingerie for her and Andrew was not on Tori’s To-Do list tonight and hell yes, she’d love an excuse to meet up with the guys somewhere besides the craziness of Bourbon Street.

She’d enjoyed it last year. It had been a part of the whole I’m-so-not-in-Iowa-anymore whirlwind she’d experienced. But Paisley had insisted that Andrew needed to attend her grandmother’s family dinner. Family only. Left out and pissed off that she’d nearly had to sell a kidney to afford her hotel room on Canal Street, Tori had stubbornly headed to the French Quarter on her own. It was freaking Mardi Gras. She wasn’t going to sit in her hotel room alone.

But as soon as she’d stepped out onto the crazy, loud, crowded, holy-crap-there’s-nothing-in-Iowa-like-this street, she’d had a mini panic attack. It wasn’t safe. What the hell was she doing? So she’d ducked into the first place that had no neon in its windows. Bourbon O. She’d taken a seat at the bar and ordered a drink as she pulled her phone out to search for a local taxi company. Then she’d looked up and met Josh Landry’s gaze. He’d grinned at her. And she’d put her phone away.

And now, here she was in New Orleans on Mardi Gras again…and irritated on Bourbon because of Paisley again.

But if she went and found Josh, he’d make her grateful for the turn of events all over again. She couldn’t help that thought. Her trip to New Orleans had turned out to be amazing last time. Maybe it could be again.

“I will definitely go find Andrew,” Tori said, setting her glass down and pulling her phone out to find out where Andrew was.

“Oh, they’re on their way to Bourbon O,” Paisley said. “It’s just up the street.”

Tori lifted her head and stared at her. She would have had Paisley repeat the name of the bar if the other girl wasn’t completely incapable of talking softly. Tori had not misheard her. Andrew was on his way to the very place Tori wanted to be.

“Great. I’ll meet them there.” She tucked her phone into her back jeans pocket, her heart thundering.

This was a great chance for a little time with her best friend. She’d come in that morning and had been promptly caught up in getting settled at the plantation—of course Paisley was having her wedding at a plantation—and then heading for Bourbon.

Tori and Andrew hadn’t had any alone time just to talk in over a year. Even when they got on the phone together, Paisley was there in the background.

So yeah, she and Andrew needed some time alone to catch up and talk. And, yes, Tori needed to hear and see in his eyes that he really wanted to marry Paisley.

But she was going to be meeting him at Bourbon O. Where Josh Landry might be working behind the bar. And if he was, and she walked in, he’d think she was there for him.

And she would be.

She definitely would be.

Would he be happy to see her? Shocked? Would he remember her?

Suddenly her stomach plummeted down to somewhere around her pinky toe. Why had it never occurred to her that Josh might not even remember her? But that was very possible. The guy met hundreds of people every single weekend. And the guy was obviously a player. What were the chances she was the only out-of-towner that he’d charmed and laughed with? How many times had he used that suggestion to send a woman off with a soft smile and thoughts of how romantic and amazing he was?

But dammit…now she couldn’t not go to Bourbon O. Andrew would be there. And even if Paisley hadn’t sent Tori to meet him, she wanted the chance for a few minutes alone with him. In the chaotic sea of people on Bourbon Street.

“How long do you think it will take Andrew to get to Bourbon O?” Tori asked Paisley.

She shrugged. “Trahan’s is several blocks over, and with this crowd? It could be a while.” She giggled. “But getting up to Hustler is going to take us some time too.”

Okay, so it might take Andrew a while. Whereas Tori was just five blocks away. Sure, she’d have to get through the crowd too, but she had a few blocks head start. Which meant, she could pop in there, see if Josh was working, see if he recognized her and if he acted thrilled…or like a serial killer stalker had just shown up…and then duck back out if it was the latter. She could catch Andrew on the sidewalk and talk him into another bar instead.

With a deep breath, she stepped out onto the sidewalk and started down Bourbon without another glance at Paisley.

It was slow going for sure. Tori scowled as she jerked back to avoid a guy’s elbow and a set of beads flying from somewhere overhead. Then she was hit right in the cheek with a strand of pink beads the color of Paisley’s dress and mask tonight. Tori frowned up at the balcony full of drunk frat guys. No, she wasn’t going to show them her boobs. Or anyone else her boobs.

Unless it was Josh Landry.

I adore this book!! I didn’t just fall in love with Josh and Tori, I fell in love with the whole Landry family (Allian family and extended members included)!!  I can already tell that I am going to LOVE this series. There is just nothing better than revisiting characters you know and love time and time again.

I’m not always a fan of instalove romances but this one just worked for me. I appreciate that, although they both knew they were feeling something “more” from the very moment they first met and during their year-long separation, they didn’t rush to proclaim forever with each other. Although this entire book spanned just a couple of days (with flashbacks from the few days from the previous year) I still felt a genuine and real connection between Josh and Tori. The way that Josh took the time to really know Tori and her passions and did it with enthusiasm was really sexy. The way that he let her make decisions for herself while also letting her know that he was going to be by her side regardless was everything. He was exactly the opposite of Andrew.

Speaking of Andrew. I was so irritated by him and how he used his history with Tori to make her question her feelings for Josh and her wanting to have fun with him. By default, I was at times irritated by Tori for letting him get into her head. I can’t even say that I hate Andrew but I hate that he was misguided in his attempts to “protect” Tori. Just the same, I couldn’t say that I hated Paisley for the way she treated Tori. I didn’t like her because of her personality but I actually understood her reasons for being upset by Tori’s presence. I don’t care to see these characters redeemed though. So, no worries about fitting them in later books, Ms. Nicholas! LOL.

Tori was such a unique character and her love and passion for her animals was the best!! While I didn’t always love her loyalty to Andrew and their friendship, I appreciated it just the same. I love that she liked to live boldly and that being with Josh gave her the freedom to be herself.

This story was a fun, sexy ride from beginning to end and I was actually sad to not be able to go right into Owen’s story when I finished. I had a great time getting lost in New Orleans and Autre and I can’t wait for my next visit!!

Blog Tour Stop, Excerpt & Review: Dirty, Reckless Love (The Boys of Jackson Harbor #3) by Lexi Ryan

The man searches my face. “That’s why you won’t come home. You’re afraid of Colton.”

“I don’t want anything to do with that life.”

He exhales heavily and rolls his shoulders back, as if he’s trying to shake off a ghost. “That’s not fair to the rest of us. To everyone who loves you, everyone who was sick with worry when they put you into that coma. Not. Fucking. Fair.”

I shrug. “Maybe losing a child and almost dying has made me a little selfish.”

His gaze drifts down to my stomach, and I cover it with my hand without thinking. “I’m sorry about the baby.”

I nod, tears springing to my eyes. “Me too.” So sorry.

“I understand if you want to live here now, but don’t cut us out. We all lost something that night.”

“Did you?”

He narrows his eyes. “You think I didn’t care? That this was all some game to me, and losing you was nothing?”

I wrap my arms around my chest, as if the pressure might weaken this force pulling me toward him by the solar plexus, this inexplicable need to be closer and let him wrap me in his arms. “Losing me? When was I ever yours to lose?”

He jerks his gaze away from me, slides off his stool, and downs the rest of his beer. “Thanks. I guess that clears up where we stand after everything.”

I open my mouth to apologize but swallow the words and meet his steady gaze.

Then he backs away and grabs his bags off the bar. He pulls an envelope from his pocket and hands it to me. “I was going to leave this for you with the barista next door, but I guess I can save myself the trouble.”

“What is it?” I ask, staring at the crisp black calligraphy that reads Ellie Courdrey.

“An invitation to Ava and Jake’s wedding. Despite what you seem to think of me, I’m not fucking my future sister-in-law.”

“Their wedding?”

He nods. “They thought about canceling after everything, but . . .” He stares at me for a long beat. “They decided to put love first.”

That feels like a jab. At me? At them? I don’t know. “I don’t want to go back there.”

“Maybe it’s not always about what you want.” He shrugs as if it’s no different to him either way, but I can tell by the tension in his shoulders that it matters a lot.

He steps forward—too close—and I let him, closing my eyes at his scent. Then a flash.

He’s over me. The weight of him presses into my hips, his calloused hands holding my face, his fingers in my hair. “You’re sure?”

I nod. Slide my hands down his back and lift my hips. “Yes. Please.”

He searches my eyes. “No regrets.”

I hold on to the memory of this man, wanting to examine it, to figure out what it means, but I’m too distracted by his closeness in this moment. He’s big. Strong. Warm.

He lowers his mouth to my ear. “I never stopped loving you. Even when you told me to. Even when you chose him.” And then he walks away.

If you’ve been reading this series, you know a little bit about Levi and his secret love for his best friends girlfriend. You also know Ellie just finds out she is pregnant with Colton’s baby. I could not wait for this story and to see what happens. Colton and Ellie seem to have a perfect relationship. What happens when secrets are revealed? Will their relationship survive? Will Ellie ever know how Levi feels about her?

If you love the Jackson Harbor boys, get ready for a whole new level of love! Dirty Reckless Love will literally WRECK your heart and obliterate it. Ms. Ryan shatters your heart but will slowly mend it back together. This story is full of angst, twists and turns and heartache. The angst just might kill you especially when you are trying to figure out who hurt Ellie, the past to present sections will leave you in a heap on the floor trying to figure out what the hell is happening. 5 intense stars!

Blog Tour Stop & Review: Playboy by Katy Evans

Wynn is the last girl standing without a rock on her finger and a man in her bed. After a recent breakup, she needs to figure out how to move on after being with her ex for 4 years with nothing to show for it. She meets a man one night when her fate takes her to an underground poker match. The man is enigmatic and so stunning, they refer to him as the Playboy. When her idiot of a date runs out of money, he puts her in thinking he’s sure to win. Well he loses and Wynn is won over by the irresistible playboy. They have a connection, a spark. By the end of the night, Wynn realizes who the playboy is… he is her best friends fiancé’s brother…. Cullen Carmichael.

Cullen and Wynn make a bet. She goes to Vegas with him to see how he lives as a professional poker player and he in turn has to go to work with her to see how her life is as a art dealer. These two have chemistry but Cullen is dangerous for a girl like Wynn. He will steal her heart and leave her damaged once he’s done with her. Wynn must protect her heart at all costs. Ms. Evans does it again with this story! Wynn and Cullen are perfect for each other and it was so much fun reading all about them and their journey of life. 4.5 stars.

Blog Tour Stop & Review: Because You’re Mine by Claire Contreras

Catalina is living her new life in New York as a dancer. She’s living her dream after her life was forever changed years ago. She’s estranged from her father and mother but is extremely close with her sister Emma. Cat meets her old dance teachers nephew Lorenzo. What she never expects is that this man is secretive and has a past.

So many secrets and lies come out in the end but be patient and read this story because it keeps you on the edge of your seat. It’s mysterious and deceitful. While there is a mysterious side, there is also an epic love story. One that grows quickly but is the real deal. Get ready to fall in love with Lorenzo and Catalina as I have. This is nothing like Ms. Contreras’ other stories. Get ready for a roller coaster of emotions and nerves. 4 sexy stars!

Blog Tour Stop, Excerpt & Review: Mogul by Katy Evans

My eyes lock on a third figure sitting with them. As I near, the man glances my way before quickly shifting his gaze. I continue to stare at him as I approach, and it doesn’t take long for his gaze to return to me. His large figure rises to full height as he stands to greet me, and I feel a bolt of electricity hit me in the chest as familiar eyes stare back at me.

He’s tall. Dark-haired. Gorgeous. With deep, thick-lashed eyes you want to sink into. And lips to suck on like they’re all that exists between you and heaven. I stop walking, stop breathing, because . . . he is here.

A moment passes and Bryn seems to notice my shock.

But shock doesn’t come close to it.

Because never in my whole life has my heart leapt so far and fast. It feels as if it’s ripping out of my chest. I can barely force my legs to move for fear of hearing my knees knock together. I struggle for air, but it feels like someone cut off my windpipe connecting my nose and lungs.

He wears a white dress shirt and black slacks, and his face is chiseled and brooding. The real shock lies in the intensity brewing in his dark eyes as they stay locked on mine. My heart speeds up as I hold his gaze. The city bustles around us. Making eye contact is not something I do often, living in a city of millions, but I can’t take my eyes off him.

The memory of having him inside me returns with a vengeance.

Bryn begins to introduce us. “Um. Ian, this is—”

“Sara. We’ve met,” Hot and Dirty Workaholic interrupts with a stiff smile.

Our eyes meet, and for a moment it feels like nothing else exists.

His name is Ian.

Fucking Ian, with his serious, handsome face and shiny, black hair. He’s as lit as I remember. Straight out of a Suits episode, and I am dying.

Sara finds herself sharing a cab with a sexy suit, what she doesn’t expect is to be hit on in this cab. After one night of an intense romp in the sheets with this sexy stranger, Sara leaves things as they are with the sexy suit and slips away. The sexy suit is Ian Ford, he’s extremely wealthy and hard working, he’s going through a difficult divorce and he doesn’t want any strings after the hurt he’s endured.

What Ian doesn’t expect is to run into Sara again when they both least expect it. You just have to read Mogul to see what happens next. If you aren’t reading it yet, you are missing out on one juicy story here. Ms. Evans did such an amazing job sucking me into the lives of Sara Davies and Ian Ford. I.COULD.NOT.STOP.READING!!! Mogul is intense, sizzling hot and charming as ever. I’m absolutely 100% in love with Ian Ford and all of his deliciousness! Run and download this now if you haven’t already. 5 wickedly sexy stars!!!

Blog Tour Stop, Excerpt & Review: Sinner (Priest #2) by Sierra Simone

“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up. Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.

Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.

“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.

“My…cunt?” She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.

“Yeah.” My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before. Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar. I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.

Her forbidden body.

That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear. Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad. Bad even for Sean Bell.

Bad, bad, bad.

As a huge fan of Priest and Father Bell I was ecstatic for the learn that we would be getting Sean’s story. We’ve been teased and prodded with snippets of Sean’s dirty mouth for months and it’s been driving me mad. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this book.

Once again Sierra Simone has written a thought-provoking, tantalizing story that almost leaves me with more questions than answers. I’m not religious by any means, perhaps even less so since I read Priest years ago (not because of the book!) so admittedly I struggle with a lot of the central themes within this story. However I appreciate that Sierra Simone forces me to stop and look deeper. She makes me uncomfortable and uneasy but she makes me think, and then just when she might be making me think too much, she forces me to feel. I mean, she makes me FEEL hot under the collar <—see what I did there? If you are familiar with her writing you know that she happens to write some of the hottest, sexiest, dirtiest scenes out there and you will not be disappointed in this book.

That being said, I’m not sure if it’s because my love for Tyler Bell is so strong and runs so deep or because the taboo aspect of the story didn’t feel as new and exciting to me this time around, but I didn’t fall in love with Sean and Zenny in the same way I did Poppy and Tyler. I struggled with this story at times because I was stuck in my own head and because I couldn’t stop comparing this story to Priest or perhaps it was because a certain aspect of the story hit a little too close to home for me. For whatever reason I just didn’t love this story as much as I had hoped to but still, there is no love lost for Sierra Simone’s writing. Its phenomenal.

Blog Tour Stop & Review: My Way Back to You (Second Chances #2) by Claire Contreras

Oh Rowan, you stupid stupid man. My heart was broken by the end of Then There Was You and how things were left off. If you haven’t read that yet, major spoiler alert!

Pregnancy??? What! Poor Tessa is pregnant and alone starting a life in a new country. Just wait until you see how everything goes on in their lives. I’d hate to say Rowan is an idiot, but I really can’t. That’s exactly what he is! I’m still pissed off just thinking about it. Rowan and Tessa are perfect together, for him to throw everything away just blows my mind. I could not wait to see what happened next and what Tessa would do about the baby. Will she tell Rowan now that he’s started a new life with a new woman?

So many questions, so much heartbreak and it will all be revealed in this book. Claire Contreras rips our hearts out in Then There Was You but then mends it all i My Way Back to You. I cannot say enough good things about this book. It was pure perfection with a whole lot of heartbreak and truths coming to light. I loved seeing the growth in the characters throughout time and how they’ve matured. 5 epic mind blowing stars.