Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Release Blitz: Changing Lines (Bellevue Bullies #5) by Toni Aleo
















Changing Lines by Toni Aleo is available NOW! "Be still my heart! Toni has done it once again!"






Claire and Jude Sinclair have been living the perfect life for the last ten years. Blissfully in love, professionally successful, happily married… They have everything they want—except a baby to make their family complete. On the eve of the birth of the baby they’re planning to adopt, Jude gets traded to another hockey team in another state, and their thoughtfully planned-out road to parenthood hits a speed bump. But they didn’t survive all the turmoil of their pasts to get knocked out now. This is their game seven, and they won’t accept anything less than a win for the family they’re destined to have. This is a STANDALONE romance in the BELLEVUE BULLIES Series. ****
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Review:

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Changing Lines is the fifth book in the Bellevue Bullies series by Toni Aleo. It's a novella and it serves mostly as an epilogue to Jude and Claire's story. Some of you might already know them from
Boarded by Love book one in the series. I haven't read their book, but I had no problem getting into this one. Jude and Claire had problems conceiving, but know they are expecting their first baby. Tristan is pregnant and she doesn't want the baby because she is not in the right place at the moment and thinks that they could give her child everything he deserves. This book broke my heart for two reasons. Claire feels less of a woman because she can't get pregnant and it was very sad to read about. Tristan is giving her baby away because she doesn't think that she is the best person to raise him. I would love to read her story one day. On the bright side, this book is about two people getting what they wanted and that's a family with a kid. It was a sweet and heartbreaking story and I would recommend it even if you haven't read a single book in the series.



About the Author:
My name is Toni Aleo and I’m a total dork.
I am a wife, mother of two and a bulldog, and also a hopeless romantic.
I am the biggest Shea Weber fan ever, and can be found during hockey season with my nose pressed against the Bridgestone Arena’s glass, watching my Nashville Predators play!
When my nose isn’t pressed against the glass, I enjoy going to my husband and son’s hockey games, my daughter’s dance competition, hanging with my best friends, taking pictures, scrapbooking, and reading the latest romance novel.
I have a slight Disney and Harry Potter obsession, I love things that sparkle, I love the color pink, I might have been a Disney Princess in a past life… probably Belle.
… and did I mention I love hockey?
Connect with Toni! 
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Review: The Locker Room by Meghan Quinn

THE LOCKER ROOM (Getting Lucky #1) by Meghan Quinn 
Release Date: June 20th 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
 
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Blurb: Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?
If you haven't, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.
Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers.
But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.
So when the girl I've fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it's time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.
The only question is, will she accept?

Review:

Rating: 1 out of 5 stars

This is an angry review. This is a frustrated review. This is a wasted my time on this book review. This is a this is not my idea of a romance review. Spoilers ahead because as you already know, when I rant, I use spoilers.

I saw Meghan Quinn's name and I immediately requested to review the book. I got the arc, but somewhere around the 20% mark, I found myself unable to continue, so I stopped the book. When I picked it up again, I was wondering why the heck I stopped reading it. When I got the break-up I realized why. Some kind of instinct was telling me to not reach that mark. Why? Because Emory uses a stupid reason to break things off with Knox and there is an EIGHT YEAR SEPARATION. YES, EIGHT FRIGIN YEARS. Both of them have slept with many other people in those years and yet when they were dating they never got to that stage. Emory received her first oral from an unknown man during the separation and Knox had Mia. WHAT KIND OF ROMANCE IS THAT? And want to hear the best part. Emory broke things off with him because he could move to another city and didn't want to do the long distance thing AND THEY WERE LIVING IN THE SAME CITY THE WHOLE TIME. FOR 8 YEARS THEY WERE IN THE SAME CITY AND SHE NEVER SAID A THING TO HIM. So this is a stupid reason for a breakup and it ruined a perfect book. Why the eight-year separation? It literally served no purpose and it made the ending rushed. We caught up with the characters, they had sex and boom the book ended. It was rushed and sloppy. This is not the Meghan Quinn I am used to and I want the author I loved back. I didn't even have this reaction when I read another book of hers and it had a big twist (I can't say the name because I am spoiling one book per time). 

Just skip the book and go read something better.
 
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Excerpt: This map is useless.
Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it.
Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy.
Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University.
Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element.
For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics.
A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here.
And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated.
Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here.
The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face.
Whap .
“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest.
The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down.
Why is he so familiar?
Those eyes.
“Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.”
That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere.
Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.”
He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois.
I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot.
Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.”
“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.”
“That’s reassuring.”
He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.”
Oh.
Shit.
It’s the yellow-door baseball guy.
He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.”
As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.
 
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About the Author: USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
 
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Pre-Order Blitz: Sing To Me by Lee Piper



Title: Sing to Me
Series: On Tour Duet #1
Author: Lee Piper
Genre: Contemporary Rocker Romance
Release Date: July 10, 2019

Never trust bad boy rockers.
They lie.
They cheat.
They grasp with one hand and push away with the other.
I’m done.
He’s not.
And when we collide, this time his heart will be on the line… because I’m not risking mine.








Promo: The Temptation of Cinderella by Lisa London




Title: The Temptation of Cinderella
Series: Cinderella & Her 7 Guards #1
Author: Lisa London
Genre: Reverse Harem Romance
Release Date: May 2, 2019




Pumpkin Spice lattes, shopping for the perfect shoe, I’m a simple girl. I never thought I could find a great man, but now I have seven. Seven smoking hot brothers who want to satisfy me. But am I woman enough to handle them all?

The Temptation of Cinderella is the first of three books in the Cinderella & Her Seven Guards series. Come hang with Cinderella and her friend Snow from the best selling Snow & Seven SEALs series. 





Most visitors to Quantum Biotech were nothing to look at. Not that I should be scoping out my future dating prospects on the job but today there were seven incredibly gorgeous men checking in at the security desk of my office building. They were probably from the security firm that Doris was scheduled to meet with all day today. I briefly glanced at the scheduled visitor list for the week but didn’t envision these hunks as the seven men we were expecting.

And the best part? They were all tall. Like, taller than me tall, which is really all I cared about when first checking out a new prospect.

Thank you, kind Universe.

Maybe Patty was right. That ridiculous Gratitude Journal magic mojo thing did work.

I immediately went into a hot men alert. I glanced at my reflection in the glass and did a quick wardrobe check.

All buttons fastened.

No food or coffee stains on my shirt.

Matching shoes.

Check, check, check.

I pulled my shoulders back, straightened my posture and fluffed out my hair.

“Hi, I’m Emma Chase. Are you the representatives from Sentinel Services?”

Greeting visitors in the building lobby wasn’t really part of either job description, the paid job or the unpaid job, but could I really pass up an opportunity to meet them? Barney, the lobby security guard, gave me a funny look but he didn’t say anything.

All seven men returned my salutation with a smile, which is always a good sign. Especially when they were as smoking hot as these guys.

The blond one looked exactly like a living Ken doll and he stepped forward and extended his hand.

“Hi there, I’m Cole Lancaster. And yes, we’re all here from Sentinel Services. This is Grant, Seth, Jacques, Marcel, Antoine and Ezra.”

Cole’s handshake was firm and manly. Classically tall and handsome, he was an all-American looking guy. Cole was the senior prom date that your mother would have approved of, along with your grandmother and your entire extended family because he was so perfect and wholesome looking.

Grant was the total opposite of Cole. Where Cole was all Ivy League and clean-cut, Grant seemed more like the man your mother warned you not to date. He was also the guy you’d want for protection in a dark alley. His jet black hair and dark eyes were a perfect match to his mysterious demeanor.

“Chase. Good name, I like it.” Even Grant’s hands were rougher and more manly. In an odd way, I was proud that he liked my last name.

“And I’m Seth.” Seth could easily have come from the same mold as Cole in terms of his chiseled face and toothpaste commercial-white teeth.

The others introduced themselves one by one.

Jacques and Marcel were identical hunky carbon copies of each other, except one wore glasses. I couldn’t remember which was Jacques and which was Marcel. They were definitely good-looking but somehow having two of them in front of me made them even hotter.

“Yes, we’re twins,” said one of them with a distinct and very sexy voice.

Like they weren’t attractive enough already without that.

“And I am Antoine.” I don’t know why but twins are hotter than normal men.

“And I’m Ezra.” Ezra moved like James Bond, smooth and swift but ever so charming.

They were all pretty striking, and male model-handsome.

All were dressed well beyond business casual in sleek, tailored suits, complete with cufflinks.

These were the exact dream men I pictured myself dating in my wildest fantasies. I’d give anything to go on a date with a guy who didn’t show up with sand in his hair and ketchup stains on his shirt. For most of the local San Diego men down here, the concept of formal wear meant replacing their flip-flops and T-shirts with khakis and Keds; and even that was too much for some of them.

Barney handed them their visitor passes.

“Quantum Biotech Reception is on the twentieth floor. You can swipe your passes through the turnstiles and take the bank of elevators on the far right straight up,” said Barney, pointing the way.

“I can take them up,” I offered.

“It’s fine,” said Barney. “Doris already called and said she’d take care of them. Plus, it looks like you have a visitor.”

Patty.

She came bounding into the lobby, waving her arms and holding several books in both hands.

“Hey, Emma, I’m here! And I brought all those books on dating we discussed that can totally help you finally land a man!”

Her words grated my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

“Hey, Patty. Thanks, I’ll take those.”

I tried to quickly grab the books from her but in my haste, her small piles went flying through the air.

Of course, a few books bounced off some of the hot men because… why not!?

“Here, let me help you,” said one of the hotties.

It was Cole. He glanced at the titles and to my mortification, read them out loud before handing them over.

“How To Finally Find True Love, Score a Ring By Spring and Become A Man Magnet?”

I looked at the floor, wishing an earthquake would cleave the ground open and swallow me whole.

“These aren’t mine,” I blurted out, lacking anything else to say.

“Yes, they’re mine but you can borrow them from me for as long as it takes for you to manifest a soulmate in your life,” said Patty, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

Seth stepped up and handed me another book.

“Here you go. Why You’re Still Single.”

Why did they have to read the titles out loud?

Patty finally took inventory of the audience in the lobby and a spark of realization crossed her face.

“Oooh, are these men with you?” asked Patty with a flirty smile.

“Yes, but not like that. They’re here for business and I should probably take them upstairs so they’re not late.”

At this point, an introduction to Patty would have been polite but I couldn’t remember all seven of their names or to whom they belonged. Any small talk would obviously be centered on how Patty and I knew each other, which would eventually lead to a discussion of my dating deficiencies in life. Although, that was probably obvious by now.

Whatever hope I had of appearing like a girl with lots of dating options waiting for her after work were totally gone.

“Don’t you have an Uber waiting for you?” I asked Patty.

“Yes. I should be going.”

Patty air-kissed me on the left and right cheeks as she whispered into my ear.

“Text me if you end up going out with them for drinks. I’ll join you. It’s not like you can date all seven of them at once!”
Lisa London is a contemporary romance and erotica author. When she's not writing or recording YouTube videos, she's either getting her daily ice cream scoop at Salt & Straw or watching a Marvel or DC movie. She recently relocated from NY to San Diego for the amazing weather and daily views of the ocean. She loves connecting with readers and aspiring writers on her YouTube Channel where she responds to each and every comment, post and question so come on over and say hello at https://www.youtube.com/c/lisalondonbooks?sub_confirmation=1
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