Alexa Loved by T.R. Cupak….Release Day Blitz & Giveaway

Alexa Loved

TR Cupak

RELEASE DAY BLITZ

October 6, 2015

After her parents died during her senior year of high school, Alexa Morgan is completely alone in the world—except for her best-friend-turned-boyfriend Devin, identical twins Becca and Jessa, and Sebastian, a mysterious associate of her father’s.

Upon graduation, Alexa wants nothing more than to move on with her life, go to college, and forget all the hard and hurtful things from her tragic past. But when her first love, Ethan, shows up on her doorstep—the night before she’s supposed to meet Devin in Miami—it kicks off a whirlwind of events that threatens the good and stable things she’s worked so hard to achieve.

Ethan and Alexa shared one night of passion before he disappeared, leaving her bewildered and confused. But now he’s back, declaring that he loves her and that the only reason he left was to protect her from his malicious stepmother, Olivia.

In her heart, Alexa knows she loves Devin, but her attraction to Ethan is so strong she can’t help but be drawn in by their shared chemistry. Meanwhile, the threat of Olivia lurks around the edges, casting a menacing shadow over everything and everyone Alexa loves.

   Although it feels like time has completely stopped it most definitely has not. I am completely oblivious to how long Ethan and I have been standing outside my hotel room when we are startled apart by the sound of a very pissed off, deep, familiar voice.
      “What the fuck is going on, Lexi?” Devin’s heated voice booms through the open hallway making me cringe and my body turn to stone at the sound. I’m still partially wrapped up in Ethan’s arms but when I finally detangle myself completely out of his hold, I step to the side of him so I can see Devin. I get a pretty good view of him too since he’s standing only a few feet behind Ethan with hate evident in his normally kind eyes. I know shock is all over my face as I stare at Devin as if he’s just a figment of my imagination. Ethan hasn’t moved a muscle. His back is to his enemy yet he chooses to stay facing me. It takes another few seconds before I finally take notice to what Devin is wearing. He has on running shorts and running shoes. His body is glistening with sweat and his face is red as if he was actually outside running in the Miami heat.
      What the hell? My emotions are all over the place. Confused, scared, hurt, happy. I swear on my parent’s urns that Devin was just in bed with the twins. How is he standing here like he was actually out for a run and why can’t I find my damned voice to ask that very question? Suddenly I hear the twins’ door to their room open. I turn my attention behind me just as a random guy, who looks like he could be Devin’s fraternal twin brother or doppelganger, exits the twins’ room. My mind automatically fishes for the memory of my conversation with Jesse. Once I replay what he had said privately plus all of the banter with his buddies, I can see how a drunken person could mistake Mr. Random for Devin. The twins’ guest is wearing gray boardshorts and flips flops and steps out carrying his black T-shirt in his hand. He stops when he sees the three of us standing here. I’m sure we’re quite the sight to see. Me, with red watery eyes and airplane stale clothes, Ethan who has not moved but his irritation is quite evident, and Devin who looks as if he is ready to kill Ethan. The stranger who appears to be very much hung over but oozes sexual satisfaction gives us a half smile, says “Hey” to Devin, and inches past the soon-to-be war zone towards the elevator. It’s usually females you see doing the walk of shame but this morning it’s this wonderful guy, this wonderful guy who isn’t Devin. Shit. Devin.
      “Answer me, Alexa.” Devin’s voice is seething and it makes me snap my head back around to face him. I glance briefly at Ethan and I see his eyes are screwed shut, jaw tense, the vein in his neck is pulsing, and his fists are clenched at his sides. Well shit. I can’t explain this because I don’t fully understand it all myself. I look back to Devin who is staring at me with so much anger and hurt that it takes my breath away.
      Devin takes two steps closer and Ethan’s eyes snap open. Before either one can do anything I step between both of them. I’ve been in this position once before and just like the last time I have no idea what I could or would do if these two decided to throw down. I take another step towards Devin. He just stares down at me waiting for his answer.
      My voice is quiet when I finally speak to him. “Devin, I can explain part of this but I can’t
explain Ethan being here because I don’t have that answer-yet.”
      “Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Lexi?” There is so much pain evident in his voice that my tears start to spill again.
      “No, Devin. I don’t think you’re stupid. Can we please go into our room and talk privately?” I know I sound pathetic but that’s probably because I am. I just want to be alone with Devin and figure out this craziness.
      Just when I think Devin is going to concede and go into our room with me I feel one of Ethan’s hands settle on my hip and that one tiny gesture sends Devin flying over the proverbial edge. Everything happens so fast that all I feel is my body being shoved out of the way like I’m a ragdoll. I trip over my bags and my head slams against a solid surface and everything goes black.

T. R. Cupak was born and raised in the California Bay Area. She now lives in a quiet town south of where she grew up with her husband and their shih tzu Harley. She is obsessed with cars, especially fast ones, and enjoys her music louder than anyone should. When she’s not at work or busy writing, you can find her curled up, reading and enjoying a fabulous glass of wine or a Dirty Shirley.

Despite her lifelong love of literature, Cupak lost touch with her creative side in her early
twenties. Her passion for reading was rekindled six years ago, however, and in 2013 she
started journaling. This practice helped Cupak hone her creative aspirations, and soon she saw her characters come to life. She has rediscovered her passion for storytelling and wants to share her words with everyone who wants to read them.

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Pushing the Limits by Brooke Cumberland…Release Day & Review

He’s my art professor.

I’m his student.

With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.

While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.

He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.

That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?

What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

PROLOGUE

ASPEN

I step inside the doorway, immediately hit with the mixed aroma of mildew and lavender from all the flower arrangements. I narrow my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim lighting. It’s eerily quiet, the service not due to begin for another hour.

My mother was hysterical all night long, crying in her room. I heard her through the bedroom door, but I didn’t go to her. I couldn’t.

I know she blames me.

Mom hadn’t said a word to me all morning, so I asked my older brother, Aaron, to take me early. I want to see Ariel before everyone else starts arriving. See her one last time.

I walk down the short hallway and into the room her service is being held in. Chairs are all lined up perfectly, row by row. The room will probably fill up quickly of family and friends, all coming to give their condolences.

I swallow as I step closer, her casket already open. I notice faint music playing overhead through the speakers. It’s meant to sound soft and soothing, but I don’t know how anything can soothe away the ache burning in my chest.

I glance around and notice the walls look as if they were painted a hundred years ago. The faded beige carpet is almost nonexistent. Flowers surround her on one side and a table of vanilla scented candles on the other. Nothing in this whole room represents her except the collage board of pictures she had hanging in our room. She made it two summers ago and had been adding pictures of her friends and us ever since. It captures every part of her personality.

We lived on farmland with only fields surrounding us. No neighbors or friends to play with meant we’d learned to entertain ourselves. I remember the day she got a new camera for Christmas and immediately started taking pictures—of everything. We’d giggle and snap pictures of each other, torment Aaron and take his picture when his girlfriend was over, and take about a hundred pictures of our pets. I smile at the memories but at the same time feel like crying because now there won’t be anymore. The memories we’ve made the last fourteen years are all I have left of her.

When Pastor Jay asked us to bring in our favorite pictures of her, I knew immediately she’d want these. I step closer and examine them, even though I’ve looked at it every single day for the past two years. Somehow today, it looks different.

There’s the one of us standing in front of the middle school on our first day of seventh grade. We were assigned different homerooms and weren’t happy about being apart. Another one shows us with our dog, Fudge, the first day we brought him home from the shelter. We’ve only had him for six months now. He was a rescue and she said she knew he was the perfect fit for our family.

After tracing the lines of each picture, I slowly walk to her casket. I pleaded with my mom to let her wear her favorite purple dress, but she refused. She said it was an ‘occasion’ dress, AKA—a happy occasion. Instead, she picked out a dark, navy blue dress that she absolutely loathed wearing. My lip curls up on one side thinking how much she’d hate wearing this dress right now. She hated wearing dresses in general, but now, oh she’d be so pissed. Part of me wants to laugh at the irony and the other part wants to rip it off her and sneak the purple dress on.

I glance down at her, curling my fingers tightly around the edge of her casket. She looks flawless, almost like she’s just sleeping. Even looking at her right now, seeing that she isn’t breathing anymore, it hasn’t all sunk in.

For the first time in days, I let myself cry. I cry harder than I ever have, I’ve held the tears in, trying to remain strong for Mom, but I can’t do it anymore. I release all the pain I’ve kept inside and apologize to her over and over.

“I’m so sorry, Ari. God, I’m so, so sorry.” I blink, wiping my cheeks off. “You hated that nickname,” I say, letting out a short laugh. I exhale a deep sigh. “I’m going to miss you so much,” I whisper, reaching for her hand. “I’m going to miss you sneaking in my bed and sleeping with me every time a storm hit. I’m going to miss staying up late on weekends, gossiping about Brady Carmichael and all the guys on the basketball team. Or the girls who think purple lipstick is in.” I chuckle softly to myself. “I’m even going to miss arguing with you over who gets to use the shower first. It was like our little tradition, I guess.” My lips soften, curling up on both sides at the happy memories. “Truthfully, I’m going to miss everything about you.” I lean down and kiss the top of her forehead. “I love you.”

I hear footsteps in the hall and take that as my cue to start heading out. People will be arriving soon, and I’m not quite sure I’m strong enough to deal with everyone. Half feel sorry for me and the other half blame me.

I’m not sure which one is worse.

“Aspen…” I hear my dad’s deep voice. I turn and face him, his lips set in a firm line, his eyes as empty as I feel right now. “Your mother wants to talk to you.”

I swallow at his tense features, but nod and follow him out of the room. He’s barely speaks or looks at me now. I’m only a constant reminder of what happened—of who he’s lost—of how our lives are forever changed.

He leads me to a small room on the other side of the hall where she’s sitting with her nose buried in a handkerchief.

I stand in front of her and wait. I’m not sure what to say to my mom right now—or anyone for that matter. I’m not sure there’s anything I can say.

“I need to hear the story one more time,” she chokes out. “I need to hear why my baby girl is dead.”

Her head is low and she refuses to look at me. I’ve told her and the police the story several times already, but every day since the incident she’s demanded to hear it again.

“Mom…” I begin, my eyes filling up again. “I can’t. Not again.”

“Tell me!” She raises her voice, finally tilting her head to look up at me. Her face contorted in a mixture of grief and disgust.

I do as she says. I repeat the story the same exact way I did the first dozen times. No matter how much it hurts to talk about, I explain what happened.

“How could you let that happen?” she mumbles. “How could you be so careless? I just don’t understand!”

“Mom, it’s not Aspen’s fault…” Aaron interrupts, stepping next to me.

“Mama, I’m sorry,” I burst out through a new wave of tears. I’ve apologized to her and Daddy over and over. But I know they’ll never forgive me.

I’ll never forgive me.

Aaron wraps an arm around my shoulders and cradles me to his chest. I hear my mom huff in disapproval. I push against his chest, wiping the tears off my cheeks as I storm off.

I’ll never forget the way her eyes widened in fear as she fell to her death. The way her body lay on the ground, motionless. The way her voice begged for my help as she screamed on the way down.

I’ll never forget.

I don’t tell Mom and Dad those things though. The images already haunt me in my sleep. The sound of her screaming has woken me up the past two nights. Every time I attempt to fall asleep, her dead eyes appear in my mind. It’s no use, I tell myself. There’s barely a difference between existing and sleeping now.

Life without her is pointless.

People start arriving, so Mom, Dad, Aaron, and I all stand in the front near her casket. I swallow my emotions down and refuse to cry. I shut down. I shut everything down. I let them hug me and say how sorry they are for our loss. I let them cradle my head as they press me against their chests. I let them squeeze my hands as they tell me how much she will be missed. I let them do whatever they need to express their feelings. But I don’t cry. I quietly thank them and look down at my feet.

When the service is over, we gather at the cemetery to bury her. A large bouquet of white lilies rests on her closed casket. I step forward and pull one out for myself before they lower her in the ground. Mom and Dad do the same, but they don’t look at me. Dad wraps his arm around her shoulders, holding her close as she cries.

I grip the obituary program tightly in my hand and stare down at her picture displayed on the cover. Mom used her most recent school photo from this past year, although it hadn’t been her favorite. I don’t know why though, she looked stunning as usual—bright smile, sparkling green eyes, and flowing golden blonde hair.

Underneath it reads, Loving Daughter and Sister. Gone too soon, but never forgotten. 4-10-1995 to 4–10-2009.

She died on our birthday.

I swallow as I take it all in. April tenth was our favorite day. We’d wake up early to Mom making us our favorite breakfast—the only day of the year she’d make it—Belgian waffles with melted cream cheese frosting drizzled on top and then slathered in homemade maple syrup. She used fresh blueberries—instead of frozen—on top. She called it our special birthday breakfast and every year we looked forward to it.

After breakfast, we’d rip our presents open from our parents and later on exchange the ones we made for each other. For the last few years, we’d talk Mom into letting us skip school for the day. She wouldn’t even bother arguing with us, knowing she’d eventually cave anyway. So when we woke up on our birthday five days ago, we’d done everything the exact same.

We laughed all through breakfast. Mom was going on and on about how she couldn’t believe how grown up her baby girls were getting and how old that made her feel. Aaron was three years older than us, but apparently he was born out of wedlock and didn’t count in her aging process.

After we finished eating, Mom handed us each a card and watched as we ripped them open. We both squealed when we saw the hundred-dollar bill tucked inside.

As we wrapped our arms around her, she lectured us. “Don’t spend it all in one place, girls!” We then begged her to take us to the mall so we could of course spend it on clothes and makeup.

“You’ll have to wait until your father gets back,” she said, piling the dishes into the sink. We ran upstairs and got dressed, setting our money down on the dresser and running back outside. It was warm for April, just a slight breeze in the air.

It was perfect.

I smile at the memory of our birthday traditions. It was something we’ve always shared. Should have shared forever.

She’d always tease me about how she was older, granted it was only by three minutes, but now the day would be pointless.

A painful reminder of what happened.

Of what I lost.

I know for some people that the forbidden romance books, especially teacher/student is overly done in romance. But I challenge you, if you are one of those people, to read this book.

Pushing the Limits goes beyond the forbidden romance and delves into deeper matters. It’s about two people struggling with how to move forward without feeling any guilt. It’s about giving yourself the ability to trust someone and not tear your fragile world apart.

“Opening your heart only gives people the permission to break it. And once it breaks, it bleeds.”

Aspen looks all put together on the outside. By looking at her and being around her, you wouldn’t guess what goes on behind closed doors.

Morgan returns home, reluctantly. He carries a guilt on his shoulders that is larger than life. He too may appear put together, but when he is alone to his thoughts, he has an extremely hard time coping and moving on.

Aspen turned to art at an early age to handle her emotions. Art is her outlet – it’s how she’s been able to continue on with life and not let it swallow her completely whole. However, she truly has not moved past anything.

Morgan has always enjoyed art – it’s why he teaches it. But he lost his desire and want to paint or draw anything. When he comes across Morgan’s portfolio, he feels an instant connection to her through her paintings and drawings.

“Opening yourself up to be vulnerable, showing your flaws and insecurities. It’s terrifying.”

I am getting goosebumps just thinking about this story. I love how Brooke built this strong relationship. You could feel every bit of grief, hatred, guilt, hurt, love, empathy, hope that was portrayed throughout the book.

This is not your typical student/teacher romance. It will grip your heart in a completely different way. Yes, it has that forbidden edge to it, but it probes into so much more, which I personally feel gives this story more appeal.

Art is very abstract and each portrait will affect and translate differently to each person. Brooke does a wonderful job of combining art into this wonderful love story. She portrays Aspen’s insecurities and how she feels beautifully in her art. Even though we can’t see it, Brooke does one hell of a job creating those portraits in our minds.

Fantastic job Brooke!! I look forward to reading more from you!

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Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who’s a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school and she hasn’t stopped since.

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The Year I Became Isabella Anders by Jessica Sorensen….Release Blitz

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Isabella Anders has always been the girl that never fit in. Most days she feels invisible, especially when she’s around her older sister, Hannah, who catches the eye of everyone, including Kai and Kyler, the boys who live next door.

Isabella has had a crush on Kyler for years, but knows he’ll never see her as anything more than Hannah’s little sister, unless she finds a way to standout.

When Isabella gets an offer from her grandmother to travel overseas for the summer, she seizes the opportunity, hoping she’ll discover more about herself. And she does, but not in the way that she expected.

Three months later, Isabella returns home an entirely new person. The change is enough to catch both Kyler and Kai’s attention. But Isabella is still struggling with what she discovered over the summer and until she deals with the truth, she’ll never truly be herself.

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Cold rain instantly soaks through my clothes as I skip down the driveway, moving awkwardly, because I can’t bend one knee. I don’t care though. Rain is awesome. And it smells so great. Seriously, if I could, I’d skip around in the rain all the time.

My hair is drenched by the time I reach the sidewalk, and the flip-flops splash water from the puddles all over the backs of my legs. It reminds me of this one time Kai and I walked home in the rain and we intentionally splashed in all the puddles.

“Isa! What are you doing?!” Someone shouts with a hint of laughter in their voice.

My head whips to the side as I stumble to a stop.

Kai is standing out on the side deck, beneath the shelter of the roof, and I think he might be laughing at me, but the veil of rain crashing from the cloudy sky makes it difficult to see.

“Going to the paint store!” I shout then wave at him and start to skip off again.

“Are you crazy?” he calls out. “You can’t walk to town in the middle of a rainstorm.”

I sigh and slow down again. “I’m not walking! I’m skipping!” My eyelashes flutter against the rain.

“Can’t you wait until it at least stops raining?” he asks, shaking his head as I jump into a puddle.

“No way! It’s either the rain or being in the house with Hannah. And I choose the rain. Besides, rain is awesome!”

I can hear him laughing all the way from over here.

“Would you get your ass over here?” He waves at me to come to him. “I’ll drive you if you really want to go. But it’s too damn cold for you to be playing around in the rain, no matter how cute you look.”

Cute? Did he just call me cute?

So I took a night to sleep on this review and I still can’t put into words what I am thinking.

As with any book by Jessica Sorensen, I was pulled into this story from the beginning. And I couldn’t walk away, even if I tried. I read this book in less than 12 hrs – I have not done that in a very long time!

But I digress….this book is just abso-freaking-lutely amazing!! The blurb gives you the perfect overview of this book and I refuse to give anything else away about what happens.

I will say that this book has a Cinderella-like touch to it due to how Isabella is treated by her family. However, it has so much more depth than that. The characters are very well developed and the interactions between each of them, you can get the sense of how the see each other.

I really, really, really love when an author is able to give me the sense of what a character is feeling by not just the words they wrote, but how those words are conveyed. It’s very hard to do that with writing and Jessica Sorensen does is perfectly in this book.

I felt so many different feelings reading this story. I felt alot of hatred and disgust towards certain characters. I also felt empathetic towards others. There were alot of mixed emotions and it says a lot about the author when any reaction is evoke anything from me.

Jessica does a phenomenal job of wrapping a bit of mystery and intensity into this storyline. And it unravels perfectly but yet leaves you with more questions.

The book ends in a cliff hanger that will have you begging for more! This book left my mind in an array of thoughts, emotions and has me pondering what will happen next. I’m anxiously awaiting the next book in this series!

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Jessica Sorensen is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author from the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she’s not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.

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Alexa Crushed by T.R. Cupak…..Blog Tour & Review

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Alexa Crushed by T.R. Cupak (Alexa Crushed #1) Publication date: May 20th 2015 Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Synopsis:

Alexa Morgan lost her mother when she was two. At eighteen, her father and stepmother died when a devastating earthquake hit the Bay Area. Only one person has remained a constant in her life: Devin.

Devin has been Alexa’s best friend since childhood. The two are inseparable—or they were until Devin declared his love for her at sixteen. When Alexa can offer him only friendship in return, Devin retreats, brokenhearted.

Alexa, on the other hand, longs for Ethan, the boy next door. Four years older than her, and with an ever-changing roster of girlfriends, Ethan is everything Devin isn’t: wild, sensual, and unpredictable.

In the aftermath of the deadly earthquake, Ethan makes his move on Alexa, who reciprocates in a confused whirl of grief and desire. When Ethan leaves town shortly after, Devin comes back into Alexa’s life, offering support and expecting nothing in return.

Alexa begins to see the advantages of Devin’s quiet, stable love. But just as her feelings for her old friend begin to blossom, Ethan returns. Now Alexa must choose—the perfect boyfriend or the wild, thrilling bad boy. It’s a choice that changes her life forever.

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REVIEW

T. had contacted me wanting to know if I could read her debut novel in exchange for an honest review. Here I am a little over 2 months later finally reading it (she knew I was slightly busy with other commitments) and damnit I wish I would have read this sooner!

Alexa Crushed is definitely a book that needs to get into more hands than it has and pronto!

Alexa has some earth shattering events happen with her family and her strength and strong-will are tested after her the biggest blow – her parents dying. She has her best friends around to help her through everything and not let the drown in her sorrows.

Alexa’s best friend, Devin may have dropped from her life periodically but he will always be there when it matters most. As Alexa is struggling to get through her latest crushing blow, he shows up and gives her that stability she needs. And he comes in right as someone else vanishes completely.

There are some other variables that come into play and keep Alexa on her toes. Alexa is a sweet girl who has the best upbringing anyone could ask her. But it’s others that want to threaten that happiness.

T. does a great job of throwing quiet a few twists and turns into this beautiful story that keep you guessing. You know that something isn’t right, but what exactly it is, remains to be seen.

I truly enjoyed reading this book. It was definitely a quick, but really exciting read for me. T. paints Alexa’s life beautifully and you can feel her happiness and pain as she goes through it. The suspense is built up just perfectly and has you not so patiently waiting to see what comes next!!

Great debut novel by T.R. Cupak!! I am very excited to read the next book!!

AUTHOR BIO:

T.R. Cupak was born and raised in the suburbs of a Bay Area city in California. She was the closet nerd who hid her love of reading and writing short stories and poetry when she was younger. Back then it wasn’t considered cool to be into those types of activities for pleasure, whereas today you have TV shows, movies and books that glamourize that being a nerd is actually cool. T. lives in a quiet, little, country town south of where she grew up. She is happily married to an amazing man who supports her in everything she does and spoils her rotten. They have a crazy little Shih Tzu named Harley. He’s their fur-baby and even though he’s a pain in the arse most days, they love the little guy. She has an obsession with cars, especially fast ones. She enjoys her music louder than anyone should. Admittedly it’s to drown out hearing her own singing voice, or lack thereof. When she’s not at work or busy writing you can find her curled up reading a book on her Kindle with a glass of wine or Dirty Shirley. T. lost touch with her creative side and stepped off the path of all things written in her early twenties. Six years ago, her passion for reading was rekindled. She began to utilize reading as a way to escape everyday chaos. Late 2013 she began journal writing. After a couple of months of journaling T. realized that this form of writing wasn’t keeping her interest nor was it helping her to relax. After that realization settled in she changed the direction of her writing. Her creative aspirations were flowing once again and she happily embraced it. As her fingers started to dance across her keyboard she began to see her fictional characters begin to breathe life. Writing was only supposed to be a way for the new author to relax, but a story was born and T.R. Cupak is excited to be releasing her self-published debut novel, Alexa Crushed.

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Your Voice Is All I Hear by Leah Scheier……Spotlight & Review

Title: Your Voice is All I Hear

Author: Leah Scheier

Pubdate: September 1^st, 2015

ISBN: 9781492614418

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“I was the one he trusted. I was the one he loved, the only one who believed him, even when his own mother had locked him up and thrown away the key. And now, I was going to pass down the white tiled hallway, knock on his doctor’s office door, slam his secret notebook on her desk and make her read it, make her understand what he was hiding, make her see what only I had seen.”

April won’t let Jonah go without a fight. He’s her boyfriend—her best friend. She’ll do anything to keep him safe. But as Jonah slips into a dark depression, trying to escape the traumatic past that haunts him, April is torn. To protect Jonah, she risks losing everything: family, friends, an opportunity to attend a prestigious music school. How much must she sacrifice? And will her voice be loud enough to drown out the dissenters—and the ones in his head?

REVIEW

I honestly am not sure how to start this review. I knew getting into this book that it dealt with mental illness, but what I wasn’t expecting was the depth at which it took me.

Mental illness is unfortunately something that is very easily overlooked and misunderstood by our society as a whole. It gets overshadowed by other diseases such as cancer, leukemia, or many other diseases that people see as treatable. I’m not saying those illnesses are any less important, but they aren’t viewed the same as mental illness is. This book really hits home in the fact that mental illness isn’t something anyone should be afraid to hide or be afraid to discuss with others.

Leah Scheier does a superb job of giving a great light on this subject. And she does it in a setting where most people are more than likely to judge the person before trying to understand them.

April is a sophomore in high school and sort of a loner. She’s not picked on or anything by other students, but she doesn’t really fit into any of the crowds. She’s always had one best friend who is now going to a new school, so her sophomore year at high school will be more boring than usual with truly no-one to talk to.

Jonah is new to the school. He moved to the area after his best friend passed away earlier in the year. You can tell from the beginning, he’s like April in that he just wants to blend into the crowd and not really be noticed.

As their friendship/relationship progresses, April sees different changes in Jonah but doesn’t know what to make of it. It’s not until he really starts to have episodes where he isn’t making sense and is finally admitted to a psych ward that she starts to put things together.

Throughout the whole time that Jonah is admitted and is working on becoming “healthy” again – April doesn’t leave his side. Jonah goes through so much during his time there; different medications, different dosages, art therapy, talking to a therapist, etc. It’s not easy watching someone you love, not be themselves. It’s difficult to slowly see the life in their eyes go blank. It’s hard to understand what is going on inside their head, when even they can’t explain it to you.

The part of the book that broke me was right before Jonah was admitted a second time. It really smacks you in the face when you see how easily someone can hide what they are really feeling inside. How easily we misinterpret a few words they said to us during a conversation. How a loved can go from seeming to be on the healthy path when in their reality, they are only sinking deeper and deeper.

I loved at the end of the book when April gave her history presentation to her class. How something so simple, opened up the eyes of not just peers, but anyone who will read this book. It gives you a new perspective on things. And the new doctor who treated Jonah the second time around really understood what it meant to heal and learn from this illness The treatment wasn’t to numb him with drugs; it was to help Jonah understand why his illness is able to take over and how he can fix.

This is one book that will forever stick with me. I will recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading. It will open your eyes, one way or another.

An Excerpt:

I KNOW MY WAY AROUND THE MENTAL HOSPITAL. I doubt most of the girls in my neighborhood could claim that, even though many of us lived just a few minutes from its leafy, sterile grounds, and some of us picnicked on the lawn outside its gate during summer break.

By the end of tenth grade, I knew Shady Grove Hospital better than I knew my school. I knew that the security guard’s name was Carla and that she’d worked at her depressing post since the place was built. I knew the quiet path behind the topiary garden where I could wait until visiting hours began and she let me in. I’d memorized the shape and color of his shadow behind the dark-red curtains, and I knew where I had to stand so he could see me from his eleventh-story window. From that distant spot, I could even guess how well the medicine was working for him that day; I could tell what kind of visit it would be by counting the paces of his shadow.

I had the place mapped out, his daily routine memorized, the doctors’ names and call schedule, every pointless detail carefully recorded in his special little book. He’d given me those notes as if they were classified secrets, the papers wrapped in strips of hospital linen sealed together with bubble gum, long wads of partially chewed Wrigley’s tied into a crisscrossed mesh. That tat- tered spiral notebook was crammed with data he’d gathered over months: patients’ names and histories, nurses’ phone numbers, the cleaning crew’s shift hours. I would never know how these bits of information came together for him or how he even found them out. But somewhere in these random nothings, he’d put together a story for me, a clue of how to get to him, a coded message that, for some reason, he believed only I could read. I was the one he trusted, the only one who had not betrayed him. I was the one he loved, the only one who believed him, even when his own mother had locked him up and thrown away the key.

And now, nearly three months after they’d taken him away, I was finally ready. I was going to march up to the security window, look into the tired guard’s blurry eyes, state my name and the name of the patient I was visiting, and hear the buzz and click of the locked gate sliding open. I was going to walk down the white- tiled hallway, knock on his doctor’s office door, slam his secret notebook on her desk, and make her read it, make her understand what he was hiding, make her see what only I had seen.

I was finally going to do it. I was going to betray him.

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AUTHOR BIO

Leah Scheier works as a pediatrician and pens stories of romance and adventure. Her first novel, Secret Letters, was published in June 2012 (Hyperion/Disney) and received a starred review from School Library Journal, as well as glowing reviews from Booklist, VOYA, and Publishers Weekly. She lives in Maryland. Learn more at leahscheier.com.

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The real life boxing hunk behind The Siren’s Touch by Amber Belldene…guest post and GIVEAWAY

Blurb:

Hitman Dmitri Lisko is determined to avenge his father. Once he takes out the man he believes is responsible for his family’s tragedies, he’s done killing for good. But a mysterious woman may tempt Dmitri to change his plan.

Sonya Truss was murdered in a Ukrainian village in 1968. Now she’s reappeared in San Francisco as a rusalka—the ghost of a wronged woman. And she’s thirsty for the blood of her killer. But she has to make things right before she’s trapped between worlds forever.

Sonya’s enigmatic siren powers stir Dmitri’s long-buried chivalry, and he finds himself compelled to help her. He also can’t resist giving her a taste of the pleasures she never experienced while she was alive. Soon they discover that touch has surprising consequences. Yet when their shared mission comes to cross-purposes, they must choose between deadly sacrifice—or surrendering to the one act that can save them both.

The Real Life Boxing Hunk…. by author Amber Belldene

I’m a sucker for a bad boy on a road to redemption, and so I went all-in imagining the character of Dmitri Lisko from my new release, The Siren’s Touch.

Dmitri is a former heavyweight fighter who suffered a humiliating defeat. Having lost his chance at that career, he winds up doing his uncle’s dirty work as a hitman and enforcer for the family business. Since Dmitri is Ukrainian, the very first thing I did was google Ukrainian heavyweight fighters, and look who popped up:

Wladimir Klitschko. Yum. To be honest, I live under a rock, especially when it comes to sports, and so I realize lots of people already know about this hotty. He’s the reigning international heavyweight champion, and he’s engaged to the adorable Hayden Panettierre. And—this is the sort of thing that makes me swoon—he has a PhD in sports psychology, he speaks many languages, he’s hands down SMART, and a big brain really is the sexiest trait on a man. He’s from a hard-working family that values education. His brother is the current mayor of Kiev, the capitol of Ukraine, which is a tough job, given the civil unrest in that country. If you want to get a sense of Wladimir, you can watch this video of boxer Tyson Fury talking trash to him, while Klitshcko, clearly not threatened, just keeps on smiling that panty-melting smile:

Sure. As a type, a brash, trash-talking thug can have appeal, but between these two, I have a clear favorite. The one with hair, who can clearly out think the other guy by a factor of ten and will, I hope, also beat the shit out of him come October when they face off. (Wow! Who knew I could get so blood thirsty? I just really dislike Fury, after watching that video.)\

Physically, and in terms of smarts, Wladimir Klitschko was the perfect inspiration for my Dmitri. But my character was not as fortunate as the real-life champion. Raised by a violent, drunk father and with few options in life, Dmitri takes a path he’s not proud of. The poor guy can’t even smell pretty scents, after a blow to the nose damaged his olfactory nerves. To make matters worse, at the opening of the book, he’s been on a month-long drinking binge, riddled by guilt over accidentally killing an innocent woman.

In my imagination, Dmitri is like Wladimir’s doppelgänger—either one might have ended up like the other in different circumstances. And from the moment my heroine Sonya meets her hero, she sees hints of the honor and kindness Dmitri has had to suppress his whole life. She sees a hero.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you realize someone loves you far more than you think you deserve? If so, you know the way it breaks you open, and humbles you, and makes you willing to do anything for that person.

Sonya makes Dmitri feel like that, and it was a delight to watch him grow into the man he was meant to be as I typed him onto the page.

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Even as a kid, romance writer Amber Belldene could never pull herself away from a book. She hid her Nancy Drew novels inside the church bulletin to read during sermons – an irony that is not lost on her when she preaches these days. Amber is an Episcopal priest who believes sexuality is vital to spirituality, love is beautifully messy, and stories are the best way to explore human truths. Evidence of these convictions can be found in Amber’s steamy paranormals and quirky, hot contemporaries, which have been published by Omnific, Entangled, and Lyrical/Kensington. She lives with her husband and two children in San Francisco and can be found at www.amberbelldene.com.

The More Trilogy Boxed Set by T. M. Franklin….Spotlight & Giveaway

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Ava Michaels used to think she was special.

As a child, she fantasized about having magical powers . . . making things happen. But Ava grew up and eventually accepted the fact that her childish dreams were just that, and maybe a normal life wasn’t so bad after all.

Now a young college student, Ava meets Caleb Foster, a brilliant and mysterious man who’s supposed to help her pass physics, but in reality has another mission in mind. What he shows Ava challenges her view of the world, shaking it to its very core.

Because Caleb isn’t quite what he seems. In fact, he’s not entirely human, and he’s not the only one.

Together, the duo faces a threat from an ancient race bound to protect humans, but only after protecting their own secrets–secrets they fear Ava may expose. Fighting to survive, Ava soon learns she’s not actually normal . . . she’s not even just special.

She’s a little bit more.

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T.M. Franklin writes stories of adventure, romance, & a little magic. A former TV news producer, she decided making stuff up was more fun than reporting the facts. Her first published novel, MORE, was born during National Novel Writing month, a challenge to write a novel in thirty days. MORE was well-received, being selected as a finalist in the 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards, as well as winning the Suspense/Thriller division of the Blogger Book Fair Reader’s Choice Awards. She’s since written three additional novels and several best-selling short stories…and there’s always more on the way.

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Lawyer Up by Kate Allure…. Blitz and Giveaway

Bachelors of Lawyer Up

Kate Allure’s deliciously sexy LAWYER UP is an erotic anthology featuring three stories, each with a drop dead gorgeous hero. Get to know Hawk, Jon, and Emmit (aka the “Playboy Judge of Orleans”) as each of these heroes answer some personal questions below. You are guaranteed to find your next book boyfriend…or three!

Hero from OF “UNSOUND MIND AND BODY”

Full name: Franklin Lucky Hawk Ross, Jr.

Nickname: Hawk

Occupation: Successful lawyer in a big city law firm in Omaha, NE

Height: Tall…dark and handsome

Hair color: Jet-black

Eye color: Dark brown, almost black

Age: Late thirty-something

Originally from: The slowly dying town of Willow Pond, Nebraska

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I’m Omaha Indian and proud of my ancestry after having spent summers on the reservation with my mother. While I grew up in a tiny town, I love the energy of big cities. I work extremely hard and often travel internationally, but when I’m alone with a woman, then I’m totally focused on her…and some of that focus can take on a decidedly kinky flair. It’s not that I don’t like romance—you know, the hearts and flowers stuff—but the raw energy of two people exploring each other’s bodies and pushing the limits stirs that wild native blood in me.

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

The hardest thing about being a lawyer is when I don’t win and let down my client. That doesn’t happen often but in those rare times it does, it rips me up inside. I hate it. As for rewarding, I’ve enjoyed handling the few remaining elderly clients from my father’s small town practice now that he’s retired…that’s very personal work, directly helping people. But, I truly come alive when I’m winning a major case…the Omaha in me loves a good battle and the strategy of “counting coups” on an unsuspecting opponent, which in modern times is less an act of bravery as it is displaying cunning against a foe.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

I pretty much work all the time, between winding down my father’s Willow Pond practice and the big city lawsuits that take me around the country or beyond. I think if I had someone in my life, I would find a way to slow down a bit…No I know that I’d make time, so that I could enjoy the companionship of a special woman.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

I’m single and successful, so money really isn’t an issue for me, although my time is limited. But if I had the time, I would love to whisk a lover away to a private tropical island for long session of playing Tarzan and Jane. I just need to find the right person.

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Hero from “ATTORNEY-CLIENT PRIVILGES”

Full Name: Jon Bateman

Occupation: Hot-shot L.A. lawyer in a major firm

Height: Medium height and build

Hair color: An unruly mop of sun-bleached sandy hair, sort of California surfer-dude

Eye color: Deep green

Age: 35

Originally from: Nowhere special, but he calls L.A. home

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I feel like I’m on the Bachelorette, but here goes…I’m driven to succeed, which has made me the top performer in my firm. I don’t like being bothered with minutia, such as taking on useless pro bono work just because of a firm policy that we contribute back to the community. Some say it’s because I’m wounded after my cheating wife’s betrayal, but, if anything, all the free time that I have now has made me more successful. I give one hundred and ten percent to my career. Who needs a woman? Well except for that one thing, of course.

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

None of it’s that hard, if my boss will just ease up on the pro bono thing. As for rewarding, did I mention I had the most billable hours of my entire firm last year…by a wide margin. I do high-end, high profile criminal cases mostly, and when they’re actually innocent it is the most rewarding. But whether they’re innocent or not, my role in the U.S. legal system is to do my best to get them acquitted—and my best is quite good based on my record of wins.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

Umm. I work a lot, even the weekends. I used to like to surf. Maybe I should take that up again. Oh, and I enjoy a good book now and then.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

My ex-wife got half of my assets, so money is an object, although I do have way more than 3 weeks of vacation stored up. In the spirit of make-believe…if my bank account was overflowing I would… Hmm, not sure what I’d do. I guess going to Hawaii and trying my hand at surfing would be nice, although it would be far better if I had someone to do it with.

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Hero from “OF WRITS AND WITHING”

Full Name: Judge Emmit Stockard

Nickname: Playboy Judge of Orleans

Occupation: Chief Judge in the Orleans Parish Civil District Court

Height: 6 feet

Hair color: Salt and Pepper, lusciously thick and slightly curled

Eye color: Chocolaty-brown

Age: mid-50’s

Personality: Radiates a bad-boy masculinity, think Richard Gere in his fifties

Originally from: born in Massachusetts but family moved to NoLa when he was a child

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I like to think I’m a fair and honest judge, at least I strive to be. Sometimes, however, I can’t help teasing the attorneys performing in my court, especially the lady lawyers, which might have contributed to my playboy reputation. But inside I’m not like that. I’m not saying I don’t have a wicked streak when it comes to women and sex, but now that my very-public divorce is a thing of the past, I’m ready to find someone to share my life with, a woman that can handle the bad-boy in me. So, where are you, I wonder?

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

As a judge I must follow the law at all times and, sometimes that forces me to rule against people who truly need help. It’s really the only part of my profession that I dislike. So the most rewarding aspect is the opposite—making things right for people that have been hurt by some injustice. Then there are the perks of being chief judge—I love the perks. Top among those is wielding power in and out of the court…well out of court I’m mostly talking about power in the bedroom…if you get my drift.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

Back to the perks. I get invited to a lot of parties and events because of my position. I used to love going to them with a different beautiful woman on my arm every night, but now I find it all just tiring. It will feel different, I think, when it’s someone that I admire, someone I’m proud to have on my arm for more than her good looks. And, I’ll enjoy introducing her to my favorite hobby—racing my motorcycle down rural roads that twist and turn. And food, I’m a bit of a foodies and love NoLa’s best restaurants.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

I’d head out on my motorcycle and just see where it takes me. Explore every hidden byway in the great state of Louisiana and then maybe head west for a bit. It’s on my bucket list but I’ve been holding out until I can find someone to share this experience with. Again I ask, where are you? Sometimes I get this feeling that this person might be right in front of me and I just have to open my eyes to see her.

***

Book Information

Title: Lawyer Up

Author: Kate Allure

Series: Meeting Men, Book 2

ISBN: 978-1492602354

Pubdate: August 4, 2015

Genre: Erotic Romance

Summary

All rise…

Three sizzling-hot, deliciously taboo erotic romances to stoke your mood.

Wrongly accused in Attorney-Client Privileges, sexy but innocent Beth has nowhere to turn but straight into the arms of hotshot L.A. lawyer, Jon. Can this attorney manage to get her off in time?

Liza reaches a meeting of the minds—and more—when she unleashes her inhibitions and gives herself over to the primal allure of Main Street lawyer Hawk in Of Unsound Mind and Body.

In Of Writs and Writhing, fearless defense attorney Pat gets more than she bargained for when she goes toe-to-toe with New Orleans’ infamous Playboy Judge. When things get heated both in and out of the courtroom, more than temperatures rise.

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Review

Lawyer Up is three fairly quick stories in one book. Three erotic and fast-paced stories.

The focus around the legal profession where things are always hot and off the collar.

Each story is unique and gets quite hot and steamy. They are about second chances and believing in love again. The storyline is well developed for how short they are. There isn’t anything left out.

Please read these stories with caution and in the confines of a personal area. If you are looking for a quick yet hot and delicious read – I recommend reading this.

Biography

Kate Allure is the creator of the Meeting Men series. She has been a storyteller her entire life, writing plays, short stories, and dance librettos throughout her childhood and later for semi-professional theater and dance companies. Her non-fiction writing included working for American Ballet Theatre and New York City Ballet and authoring a weekly arts column for local papers. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her loving husband. Follow Kate at on Facebook and at www.KateAllure.com.

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Hot Point by M.L. Buchman….Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway

Title: Hot Point

Author: M.L. Buchman

Series: Firehawks, #3

Pubdate: August 4th, 2015

ISBN: 9781402286940

Synopsis:

Pulled apart by past mistakes. Driven by a passion neither could deny.

FROM WILDFIRE TO GUNFIRE

Master mechanic Denise Conroy—with a reputation for being as steel-clad as the aircraft she keeps aloft—shuns useless flyboys who don’t know one end of a wrench from the other.

Firehawk pilot Vern Taylor—known for unstoppable charm and a complete lack of mechanical skills—proves his talent for out-of-the-box thinking with every flight. He’s a survivor and a natural-born heli-aviation firefighter.

When Denise and Vern crash together in the Central American jungle with wildfire on one side and a full-fledged military coup on the other, their newly forged partnership is tested to the max. They have each other, but not even their formidable skills combined can protect Denise and Vern from the conflagration sweeping the jungle…and their hearts.

Excerpt:

A Note From the Author: Part of the fun in any relationship is the discovery: what we share and what is different. In my latest release, Hot Point, I had so much fun with that in Vern and Denise’s relationship.

Everyone has always seen Denise Conroy as the cool, even cold mechanic, most especially herself. But Vern Taylor, a plain-spoken Seattle pilot of the wildland firefighting helicopters that Denise services, has become the chink in her armor.

He has no idea how that happened, not that he’s complaining, but as he discovers new depths to the person behind the cold steel façade, he’s powerless to do anything other than hope it keeps happening.

***

She didn’t kiss like steel.

She kissed like wildfire, flashing to full heat in the blink of an eye. She’d kissed him barely ten minutes ago, the fire line only twenty miles and six minutes from the Missoula airport, and his body was no closer to recovering than the moment she’d hauled his lips down to hers.

He was glad she’d been in back long enough for him to make a few discreet adjustments to his clothing or he’d have been in pain.

Did she have any idea what she’d done to him?

Did he?

It was the fantasy of the gorgeous woman in the Italian sports car come true. The unadulterated joy she revealed in her driving had been nowhere to be seen this morning.

Then, POW!

She’d come running toward the chopper—like in one of those movie scenes. Then, for reasons he still didn’t dare ask about, she dragged him down into a blazing hot kiss.

He really needed to pay attention to what the hell he was doing. They were descending back into the Missoula Aerial Fire Depot for another load of retardant, and he didn’t remember how he’d gotten here.

He talked to the tower and settled beside Emily’s Oh-One.

The Zulies’ ground crew clearly had this down to a science. His chopper was still rocking on its shock absorbers when he heard the loud clunk of retardant hoses hooking up to it. They ran dual two-and-half-inchers, which meant…

“You’ve got seventy seconds if you want off,” he informed Denise.

“Are you kidding?” She sounded breathless, wound way up. “I thought roller coasters were fun. I had no idea.”

He kept his attention on the tank fill. He needn’t have bothered. The loading team roared up to twenty gallons short of filled, then topped off at a thousand exactly using the reaction time to shut down the pumps. Three seconds later he heard the double-slap on the outside of the chopper, signaling that he was good to go.

He had the rotors humming even as the verbal confirmation came in over the headset.

A dozen feet aloft, Denise spoke over the intercom, her voice so calm and steady that it wholly belied the breathless gasp of moments before.

“I really liked kissing you.”

Beautiful, charming, and spoke her mind without games. Who the hell was she?

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About the author:

M.L. Buchman has over 35 novels and an ever-expanding flock of short stories in print. His military romantic suspense books have been named Barnes & Noble and NPR “Top 5 of the year,” Booklist “Top 10 of the Year,” and RT “Top 10 Romantic Suspense of the Year.” In addition to romantic suspense, he also writes contemporaries, thrillers, and fantasy and science fiction.

In among his career as a corporate project manager he has: rebuilt and single-handed a fifty-foot sailboat, both flown and jumped out of airplanes, designed and built two houses, and bicycled solo around the world.

He is now a full-time writer, living on the Oregon Coast with his beloved wife. He is constantly amazed at what you can do with a degree in Geophysics. You may keep up with his writing at www.mlbuchman.com.

The Ground Rules by Roya Carmen…Spotlight and Giveaway

The Ground Rules, by Roya Carmen

Don’t sleep around.
Don’t kiss and tell.
Be nice.
Don’t text or call.
Don’t fall in love.

The rules are simple…until they aren’t.

I have everything I ever thought I could want: a nice home, a job I love, two beautiful girls, and my husband, Gabe – my high school sweetheart who still rocks my world. If you ask anyone to describe me they would say, “Oh, Mirella? She’s such a nice girl.” And I was…until a mysterious, peculiar man and his beautiful wife enter our lives.

Weston and Bridget Hanson are no ordinary couple—they’re stunning, enigmatic, and sexy as hell. During the course of one unexpected evening, my ordinary world is turned upside down. How could it not be when Weston and Bridget propose the unthinkable? And when the unthinkable is so very tempting, giving in becomes inevitable.

It sounds so logical and simple. Just five rules and we can all have what we desire. But the heart doesn’t follow rules, and now passion, jealousy, and confusion threaten to tear everything apart.

Two beautiful couples. Five simple rules. One hot mess.

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