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Release Blitz, Review & GIVEAWAY: Last Defense (Harrisburg Railers #5) by RJ Scott and V.L. Locey

Happy Friday! We are excited to be a part of the Release Blitz for Last Defense (Harrisburg Railers #5) by RJ Scott and V.L. Locey! We’ve got a great excerpt and giveaway and I hope you’ll check out my review too!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK
 
Length: 52,000 words approx.
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Harrisburg Railers Series
 
Book #1 – Changing Lines – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 – First Season – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #3 – Deep Edge – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #4 – Poke Check – Amazon US | Amazon UK
 
Blurb
 

Two men afraid to feel, have to make choices that could end up breaking down their defenses and leading them back to love.

Every time Max Van Hellren steps on the ice he knows it could be his last time. At thirty he’s past his hockey prime but he’s also hiding a life-threatening injury that private doctors warn could kill him. This is his last season, and there’s a chance he could lift the Stanley Cup after fourteen years in the NHL. He just needs to stay safe and healthy; difficult when he’s known for his heavy hitting and with a propensity for dropping the gloves and putting his body in the way of pucks to keep his team safe.

A one night stand with a sexy man was just what he needed, dangerous and hot, but what if it turned into more? Would he actually have to share the secrets he so desperately tries to hide?

Ben Worthington had it all. A fulfilling job running the CrossRoads Shelter, his loving aunts, and a husband that understood his devotion to animals. Then, the love of his life left him, succumbing so quickly to an unexpected sickness that Ben never had time to say goodbye. The violent loss scarred him.

Unable to move past his fears, he moves from lonely encounter to lonely encounter, slaking a desperate need that is eating away at him, but never making a connection that could lead him back into love. One night with Max makes him want more, but will giving into the temptation open the door to feelings he can’t contain?

Can these two broken men ever find a way to be together?


Jenn Review

4 Stars

 

Last Defense is a great addition to this series, I really enjoyed Ben and Max’s story! I loved both of these guys right from the start and I was definitely rooting for them! Great chemistry, love and of course hockey!

 

Ben knows loss all too well, after the sudden death of his husband he doesn’t want to let anyone into his heart again. Max is hiding a life-threatening secret but he is determined to make his last season of hockey his best, he just wants to make it to the end. When these two meet, there is an instant connection, but even from the start it’s not just a physical one, even if that’s they both try to make themselves believe. There’s definitely passion between these two, they are hot, but it quickly becomes more and there’s nothing that can stop those feelings.

 

I really enjoyed the flow of this story and how these two easily fell for each other. That doesn’t mean it’s easy though. Ben still struggles with the loss of Liam, he also has to deal with Liam’s hateful brother Rolf threatening him. He just doesn’t know how real those threats are. Max is falling for Ben and making his way to the Stanley Cup, life is good, but he’s afraid of what can happen to him. All of these factors do come together to test these two but that’s when they learn what their real feelings for each other actually are. They are both such great guys and I wanted them both to get the happy they deserve! I loved seeing the rest of the team, they are so great! I think RJ Scott and V.L. Locey did a great job with this addition to the series, Max and Ben definitely made my heart happy!

 



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June 1 – Book Review By Virginia Lee, Mirrigold, Bayou Book Junkie

 
Excerpt
 

“Nice dog.” I paused just this side of the players’ entrance at the deep voice coming from behind me. There was something about that man’s voice…the timbre of the bass or the way he spoke. Not sure what it was, but the last time he’d spoken to me my body had had the same kind of reaction. A spear of latent heat low in my belly followed by a shiv of icy dread.

“Thanks.” I wanted to stare at the door. Or run. I couldn’t do either of those, though, so I turned to face the bearded man. Christ, but he was fierce-looking. Like a Viking, with piercing eyes and an aura that screamed berserker. He was bigger than me. Taller by at least four inches and probably sixty pounds. He was wearing a suit, as Stan and Erik had been, but his looked incredibly fine on his burly frame. Dark blue with a silver tie and a white shirt. His biceps strained the material trying to contain them.

“His name is Bucky.” There now, I had spoken to the man who made my heart leap around inside my chest like a frog on a highway.

“Like Captain America’s sidekick?” He looked down at my worn T-shirt with Cap’s shield on it.

“Exactly like that.”

He took another step, which put him into my little personal space bubble, his gaze and mine locked. I wet my lips and jerked my chin up a bit. I wasn’t going to let some hockey player intimidate me.

“Cute dog. Hot owner.” He gave me a long, slow look, petted Bucky, and stepped around the dull-witted man trying to digest the fact Mr. Fear had said he was hot. “Are you coming in, or are you teaching your dog to open doors mentally?”

“I’m here to see Layton Foxx.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m here to participate in morning skate.”

“I know who you are. Max van Hellren. You played for Washington four years ago.”

He tugged the door open and settled a kind of bored look on me. “Yeah, that was me. You like Washington?”

“Hometown team.” Bucky barked to back me up. Max smiled. All the ferocity that oozed out of him dissipated when he smiled. The man was seriously fine.

“Maybe I can change your mind about which team to cheer for, Mr. Washington Fan.”

“Ben. My name is Ben.”

He nodded just once, his hand still keeping the door open. “Ben. I like that. Suits you. So, are we coming in or are we going to flirt here in front of Pete?”

A security guard peeked around the door and winked at me. I wanted to die. Right there.

“I don’t flirt,” I snapped. I stalked around Max and Pete and went off to find Layton Foxx. Determination hot in my breast kept me from looking back to see if Max was checking out my ass. I hoped he was and I prayed he wasn’t.

RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.

RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over one hundred romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.


V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, Dr. Who, Torchwood, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, two Jersey steers and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

When not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand.


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Review Tour, Excerpt & GIVEAWAY: The Sinner & The Saint (Ellery Mountain Book #8) by RJ Scott

Happy Friday! We are excited to be a part of the Review Tour for The Sinner & The Saint (Ellery Mountain Book #8) by RJ Scott! I’m a big RJ Scott fan and have enjoyed this series as well as the newest edition! I hope you’ll check out my review, the excerpt we have to share and the GIVEAWAY too!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

Universal Buy Link:  books2read.com/SinnerandSaintEMRJS
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Length: 40,000 words approx.
 
Ellery Mountain Series
 
 
Blurb



Army medic Ben Rockwell is in Ellery to work with the Veterans Center creating a new specialist unit for post trauma care. Desperate to make amends for battlefield decisions he regrets, he is focused on the unit and nothing else. Until some stranger moves in next door and throws him a curveball. He’s no hero, even though everyone says he is, and the lies burn inside him.



Leaving drama and chaos in his wake, Nicholas Merrick fled London and is hiding out in his friend Jason’s house, until everything back home dies a death. The choices he made in his life were to keep his best friend safe, but as a result everyone sees him as the bad guy.



When these two meet, the attraction is instant. Can they ever be their true selves, and find love as a result?

 

Jenn Review

4 Stars

 

I’m so glad we get to back to Ellery Mountain and meet two new characters and be a part of their journey! Not that these two have the best start, but hey, they work it out! I really enjoyed this read, it was a great mix of emotion and chemistry and love too! It may take these two a minute to figure it out but once they do there’s no looking back for Ben and Nick!

 

Both Ben and Nick are running from a part of their lives, Ben trying to escape the guilt he’s left with from his time in the military and Nick is running from the mess his life became when he came out, a move that may ruin his career but could save his best friend. These two are bristly at first, their first few encounters are not positive. But, as they see each other more and more, the tenseness lessens and their chemistry becomes more apparent. Ben and Nick start off as just a quick hook-up but of course, once isn’t enough and before long there’s feelings involved!

 

I liked these two together, how quickly they fell for each other even when it just was so not supposed to happen. This is supposed to be a temporary stop for both Ben and Nick and then they find each other. Total swoon. I liked that their story wasn’t overly agnsty either, sure these guys have to face challenges, but we see them come together and finally realize what really is important to them. Definitely a great addition to this series!

 
 
 
Excerpt



Chapter 1



Loud banging, with added yelling, pulled Nick out of a nightmare. After a restless, irritable, crunchy-messy night of tossing and turning, he had finally fallen asleep some time before dawn, and now at fuck o’clock in the morning there was knocking at the front door. And some asshole shouting words that he couldn’t make out. Was this part of his dream? He couldn’t tell.



For the longest time he lay flat on his back, unwilling to move. The sheets were wrapped around him like a mummy, the quilt on the floor, and he was still in that half world between nightmare and reality. Even closing his eyes didn’t help dispel the vivid images of him walking up to the Oscar podium completely naked and with the Queen pointing and laughing at him.



Naked as the day he was born, hanging loose and free, and no one saying a thing. Apart from the laughing that was. Like it was okay that one of the Oscar nominees was walking up the steps free of any and all clothing.



Not to mention no one commented on the Queen throwing popcorn at him.



Yep, it had been that kind of nightmare, and it wasn’t the first time he’d had it. And where the Oscar fear came from he didn’t know. There would never be a chance of an Oscar for. Not for the guy whose acting career had happened by accident and formed only because of a personal rebellion against his straight laced family. His resume included two sequels to the highly profitable, but formulaic, shit-bad, Angels of Bedlam franchise, with his entire fee going charity because he didn’t need the money.



Nick hadn’t been in the first UK funded Bedlam film. Said film had been praised for its ingenious twist on a dark horror romance. No, he was the handy British villain in the next two, the studio cashing in on any money that was left out there in a saturated market by ticking all the boxes. Explosions, tick. Strong, but mostly naked, female lead, tick. Sexy down on his luck, in te wrong place at the wrong time, male lead, tick.



And him, the ubiquitous bad guy with the English accent.



The follow up were certainly not Oscar material, and once Nick pulled his fragmented sleep-addled thoughts into line, he focused on the statistical likelihood of even being nominated for an Oscar in the first place, let alone accepting it naked.



“Fuck me,” he muttered to the empty room and rolled onto his front. The banging had stopped and no one actually knew he was here, so, he wasn’t going to answer the door in a place that wasn’t even his.



Jason McInnery and his husband, Kieran, lived in this stunning home, in the small town of Ellery, Tennessee. Glass floor to ceiling, wide open rooms, a pool in the garden, and the most comprehensive jungle gym he’d ever seen for Jason and Kieran’s son, Jonas. Even the damn guest room was beautiful, a huge wood carving took up nearly one wall, and the view from the window out to the mountain was stunning. At least that was the adjective he was supposed to use for what he could see. Objectively, he could see it was spectacular, but was too lost in confusion since he got here to think about it too much. A quick glance at the clock showed him it was five am, like midnight or something back in London, and still dark in the shadow of the mountain, so he rolled over and pulled the covers up to his neck.



Even in the middle of the chaotic remnants of his nightmare he welcomed the heat that cocooned him and willed the knocking to stop. Which it did. The mess of dreams forgotten, he drifted on as many good thoughts as he could muster and was very nearly asleep when the banging started up again. He groaned and hid his face under the pillow, willing the person creating the noise to go away. Then it ceased again, and he closed his eyes, but didn’t remove the pillow. Dawn was too close now and the room would fill with light because he hadn’t even taken the time to pull the drapes.



Unfortunately, his bladder had other ideas about what he needed to do, and cursing, he grabbed the sheets and untwisted himself. Feet planted on the floor he scrubbed a hand over his face, the untamed beard was just another reminder of everything that was horribly wrong about his life right now. Normally he would have just the right amount of stubble, but the last instalment of Angels of Bedlam, cunningly entitled, Bedlam Adrift, called for him to be a castaway, hence the beard, which he’d left to tangle.



No point in worrying about it anyway. He’d left London to get away from paparazzi, and their incessant need for more, and he was in unofficial hiding. Therefore, no one would see his beard, or his bloodshot eyes.



He caught sight of himself in the mirror.



“Jesus, you look fucked.”



Bedhead. Bags under his eyes. Beard. It was a whole cacophony of B-shit. Yawning widely, he padded across the bedroom to the half bath, emptying his bladder and washing his hands. He’d gone to bed as nature intended. Well, warm nature anyway, completely naked, which probably led to nightmare. Packing back home had been done in less than five minutes, his priority was money, passport, his phone, his laptop and associated chargers. It seemed like his messed-up head hadn’t thought any kind of pajamas were needed, or indeed underwear.



The next choice was shower or bed, and the exhaustion of the past few days, the media attention, making sure Heather was okay, fleeing the UK, ending up here in the middle of rural Tennessee, it was all too much and he sighed.



“Bed it is,” he muttered to his reflection. As soon as he woke up he was going online to order everything he’d forgot to pack. Jason had said to help himself to anything he needed but helping himself to his friend’s clothes didn’t feel right.



He yawned again, and stepped out into the cooler bedroom, eyes only half open.



“Hands where I can see them,” someone shouted, and Nick, startled, his heart pounding, fell backwards into the bathroom, catching himself on the jamb as best he could. He blinked to focus on the man in front of him.



The cop.



The gun.



The cop holding a gun on him. Immediately he raised his hands, and then lowered them to cover his junk, and then raised them again when the cop didn’t move.

RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.



RJ is the author of the over one hundred novels and discovered romance in books at a very young age. She realized that if there wasn’t romance on the page, she could create it in her head, and is a lifelong writer.



She lives and works out of her home in the beautiful English countryside, spends her spare time reading, watching films, and enjoying time with her family.



The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit and has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.



She’s always thrilled to hear from readers, bloggers and other writers. Please contact via the following links below:



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Review Tour, Excerpt & GIVEAWAY: Winter Cowboy (Whisper Ridge, Wyoming #1) by RJ Scott

Happy Friday! YAY! Today we are a part of the Review Tour for Winter Cowboy by RJ Scott and wow, what an emotional read! We’ve got a great excerpt and giveaway and I’m sharing my review!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

 
Length: 70,000 words approx.
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Blurb
 

Micah Lennox left Whisper Ridge after promising the man he loved that he would never return. But the only way he knows to keep his pregnant sister and nephew safe is to go home. Spending winter in Wyoming opens too many old wounds, but he’s on the run from justice which can’t be far behind, and this is his last chance at redemption.



After a hostage situation leaves Doctor Daniel Sheridan struggling with PTSD, he returns to Whisper Ridge. Joining his dad in family practice is a balm to soothe his exhausted soul, and somehow, he finds a peace he can live with. That is until he meets Micah in a frozen graveyard, and the years of anger and feelings of betrayal boiling inside him, erupt.



Two broken men fight and scratch for their lives and that of their families, and somehow, in the middle of it all, they find each other.



Is it possible that love can be rekindled and become a forever to believe in?

Jenn Review

4.5 Stars

Oh man, RJ Scott packs one heck of an emotional, angsty punch with Winter Cowboy! For most of this book I just felt like my heart was being shredded my Daniel and Micah, they have both suffered so much in life have struggled to pick up the pieces. If there are two characters I’ve found lately that deserve that HEA together, it is these two. What an emotional journey!

Micah made a mistake when he was young, a very serious one that took the life of one young man and severely injured another, but he paid a big price too. He was blamed by his small town community and forced to leave the only place, and man, he’d ever loved. Years later, to save his sister’s life, he has to return and face whatever is left behind. Daniel lived with the pain of losing his friend and almost losing his brother, he once loved Micah but it became hate for a long time after the accident. Now Daniel is back in town after his own traumatic experiences and it doesn’t help when he finds out Micah is back too.

Man, these two don’t have it easy, not even a little bit! There is so much pain between these characters and the lives they’ve lived, but deep down in there love still exists. A lot of this journey is about forgiveness not romance, these two have to forgive themselves and each other. I think RJ Scott does a great job creating that struggle, this is not that insta-forgive kind of story. There are real issues and baggage that both Daniel and Micah have to deal with if they even stand a chance at a future together. Definitely a heavy and heart wrenching read, but a great one for sure!



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March 5 – Urban Smoothie Read, Gay Media Review

March 7 – BFD Book Blog, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, MM Good Book Reviews, Nerdy Dirty & Flirty

March 9 – Making It Happen, The Geekery Book Review, Wicked Reads, Slave To The Written Word

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March 15 – Hearts On Fire Reviews

March 16 – Valerie Ullmer, Mirrigold, Padme’s Library, A Book Lover’s Dream, Bayou Book Junkie

 

Excerpt
 

Chapter 1

2009, Daniel



A figure stood beside Isaac’s grave and I knew immediately who it was.



There was no marker yet for the boy who had died two weeks ago and who would forever be nineteen. Flowers marked his resting place, but snow had long since covered them and softened the raised earth so it wasn’t as obvious against the gravestones around the figure. A car accident had taken Isaac, killed him on impact, and his family grieved for a future that would never be realized.



I’d just left my brother, Chris, in the hospital, broken beyond repair in the same accident. At least we had the possibility of a future with him, even though the road to recovery would be hard. He was still in a medically induced coma, not yet awake to know he’d lost his leg, or that fire had marked his face. But he would wake up. They told us he’d live.



No one had asked me where I was going when I’d left Chris’ room, each of us lost in various stages of shock and grief, and we all dealt with what had happened in our own way. I’d needed to connect with Isaac. Needed the peace to balance the loss and guilt that ate away inside me.



Isaac dead on impact, Chris’ future destroyed, and in front of me, hunched over Isaac’s last resting place, was the man responsible for it all.



The man who left my bed in the dead of night to become a murderer.



Micah.



He was huddled into his coat, the January ice bitter by the buried, hands forced into his pockets, and his hood pulled around his face. Micah must have heard me, because he glanced my way, startled, grief written on his face. And then his expression changed.



He stepped toward me, his expression full of something like hope.



“Daniel?” he said. “Is Chris okay? No one will let me see him.”



He stopped walking when I didn’t reach out for him and looked at me uncertainly.



“His leg is gone, down from his knee,” I explained dispassionately, and then touched my face, “and his burns are bad, the left side of his face from his temple to his chin.”



“Shit. Shit.” Micah bent at the waist, as if he couldn’t breathe, and he was crying.



“How is it you don’t have a mark on you?” I asked, still eerily calm, and utterly focused.



He took his hand from his pocket, and pulled up his sleeve, exposing bandages. “I was burned,” he began. He dropped his hand when I didn’t comment, forced it back into his pocket, wincing as he did so.



I imagined the burn hurt a little, maybe even a lot, but he was there, as whole and real as when he’d left my bed on that terrible day.



In my mind I saw Chris in the hospital, the covers raised over the cage which protected his surgical site, then dipping lower where his ankle should have been. I saw a clear image of Isaac the day before he died, knocking for Chris and grinning at me as if he had the greatest secret to tell his best friend.



And here was Micah, telling me he had slight burns on his arm? The same man who’d told me in one breath that he loved me and then had stolen my car, driving it into a bridge and killing one boy, leaving another maimed and in a coma.



My fist flew, clenched aggression targeting Micah’s face, his cheekbone, and I heard a satisfying crunch. He staggered back a step, but he didn’t go down, and he didn’t take his hands from his pockets. I was too fast. I hit him again, blood flecking his face, dissipating into the icy air. He moved again, the force of my blows shoving him back.



Still, his hands remained in his pockets, and he was unnervingly quiet, taking my hits as if they were nothing at all. Another punch connected with his lip and split the skin, and this time he grunted in pain. He staggered backward toward the next grave and bent back over the stone marker with the force of that final blow. I stepped closer. I hit him again, connecting with his jaw, but the hit wasn’t hard. There was nothing to it; he didn’t move away.



“You took my car,” I yelled, right in his face.



“You said I could borrow it,” he pleaded.



I raised my hand to hit him again, but he winced, and closed his eyes, and I wanted him to look at me. “Open your damn eyes!”



He did, and he wouldn’t avert his gaze, naked grief in his expression.



“Daniel, please listen.”



“You’ve destroyed Chris’ life.”



“I know.”



“You need to leave Whisper Ridge, and never come back. I don’t want to see your face, I don’t want Chris to ever see you again. You understand?”



“I understand,” his tone low and broken.



“You will never come back here.” I shook him. He was smaller than me, thinner, lighter, and I shook him so hard his head snapped back. “Promise me!”



“I pr—promise,” he said through tears.



I was disgusted by him, hated him, wanted to kill him right there on Isaac’s grave.



“I hope they lock you up and throw away the fucking key!” I was still shouting, and he didn’t move, just stared at me with those pale eyes, red and wet from crying. He wouldn’t stop crying. “Don’t fucking stare at me!”



I shoved him one last time, and then before I could work out what the hell I was still doing there shouting at him, I pivoted and turned my back on him, and on Isaac’s grave, and the entire carnage.

RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.



RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over one hundred romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.



The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.


 

Release Blitz & GIVEAWAY: Winter Cowboy by RJ Scott

We are excited to be a part of the release blitz for Winter Cowboy (Whisper Ridge, Wyoming #1) by RJ Scott! I’m really looking forward to this book and today we have a great excerpt and GIVEAWAY to share!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

 
Length: 70,000 words approx.
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Blurb
 

Micah Lennox left Whisper Ridge after promising the man he loved that he would never return. But the only way he knows to keep his pregnant sister and nephew safe is to go home. Spending winter in Wyoming opens too many old wounds, but he’s on the run from justice which can’t be far behind, and this is his last chance at redemption.



After a hostage situation leaves Doctor Daniel Sheridan struggling with PTSD, he returns to Whisper Ridge. Joining his dad in family practice is a balm to soothe his exhausted soul, and somehow, he finds a peace he can live with. That is until he meets Micah in a frozen graveyard, and the years of anger and feelings of betrayal boiling inside him, erupt.



Two broken men fight and scratch for their lives and that of their families, and somehow, in the middle of it all, they find each other.



Is it possible that love can be rekindled and become a forever to believe in?

 

Excerpt
 

Chapter 1

2009, Daniel



A figure stood beside Isaac’s grave and I knew immediately who it was.



There was no marker yet for the boy who had died two weeks ago and who would forever be nineteen. Flowers marked his resting place, but snow had long since covered them and softened the raised earth so it wasn’t as obvious against the gravestones around the figure. A car accident had taken Isaac, killed him on impact, and his family grieved for a future that would never be realized.



I’d just left my brother, Chris, in the hospital, broken beyond repair in the same accident. At least we had the possibility of a future with him, even though the road to recovery would be hard. He was still in a medically induced coma, not yet awake to know he’d lost his leg, or that fire had marked his face. But he would wake up. They told us he’d live.



No one had asked me where I was going when I’d left Chris’ room, each of us lost in various stages of shock and grief, and we all dealt with what had happened in our own way. I’d needed to connect with Isaac. Needed the peace to balance the loss and guilt that ate away inside me.



Isaac dead on impact, Chris’ future destroyed, and in front of me, hunched over Isaac’s last resting place, was the man responsible for it all.



The man who left my bed in the dead of night to become a murderer.



Micah.



He was huddled into his coat, the January ice bitter by the buried, hands forced into his pockets, and his hood pulled around his face. Micah must have heard me, because he glanced my way, startled, grief written on his face. And then his expression changed.



He stepped toward me, his expression full of something like hope.



“Daniel?” he said. “Is Chris okay? No one will let me see him.”



He stopped walking when I didn’t reach out for him and looked at me uncertainly.



“His leg is gone, down from his knee,” I explained dispassionately, and then touched my face, “and his burns are bad, the left side of his face from his temple to his chin.”



“Shit. Shit.” Micah bent at the waist, as if he couldn’t breathe, and he was crying.



“How is it you don’t have a mark on you?” I asked, still eerily calm, and utterly focused.



He took his hand from his pocket, and pulled up his sleeve, exposing bandages. “I was burned,” he began. He dropped his hand when I didn’t comment, forced it back into his pocket, wincing as he did so.



I imagined the burn hurt a little, maybe even a lot, but he was there, as whole and real as when he’d left my bed on that terrible day.



In my mind I saw Chris in the hospital, the covers raised over the cage which protected his surgical site, then dipping lower where his ankle should have been. I saw a clear image of Isaac the day before he died, knocking for Chris and grinning at me as if he had the greatest secret to tell his best friend.



And here was Micah, telling me he had slight burns on his arm? The same man who’d told me in one breath that he loved me and then had stolen my car, driving it into a bridge and killing one boy, leaving another maimed and in a coma.



My fist flew, clenched aggression targeting Micah’s face, his cheekbone, and I heard a satisfying crunch. He staggered back a step, but he didn’t go down, and he didn’t take his hands from his pockets. I was too fast. I hit him again, blood flecking his face, dissipating into the icy air. He moved again, the force of my blows shoving him back.



Still, his hands remained in his pockets, and he was unnervingly quiet, taking my hits as if they were nothing at all. Another punch connected with his lip and split the skin, and this time he grunted in pain. He staggered backward toward the next grave and bent back over the stone marker with the force of that final blow. I stepped closer. I hit him again, connecting with his jaw, but the hit wasn’t hard. There was nothing to it; he didn’t move away.



“You took my car,” I yelled, right in his face.



“You said I could borrow it,” he pleaded.



I raised my hand to hit him again, but he winced, and closed his eyes, and I wanted him to look at me. “Open your damn eyes!”



He did, and he wouldn’t avert his gaze, naked grief in his expression.



“Daniel, please listen.”



“You’ve destroyed Chris’ life.”



“I know.”



“You need to leave Whisper Ridge, and never come back. I don’t want to see your face, I don’t want Chris to ever see you again. You understand?”



“I understand,” his tone low and broken.



“You will never come back here.” I shook him. He was smaller than me, thinner, lighter, and I shook him so hard his head snapped back. “Promise me!”



“I pr—promise,” he said through tears.



I was disgusted by him, hated him, wanted to kill him right there on Isaac’s grave.



“I hope they lock you up and throw away the fucking key!” I was still shouting, and he didn’t move, just stared at me with those pale eyes, red and wet from crying. He wouldn’t stop crying. “Don’t fucking stare at me!”



I shoved him one last time, and then before I could work out what the hell I was still doing there shouting at him, I pivoted and turned my back on him, and on Isaac’s grave, and the entire carnage.

RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.



RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over one hundred romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.



The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.


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Review Tour & GIVEAWAY: Poke Check (Harrisburg Railers #4) by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Happy Friday! We are excited to be a part of the review tour for Poke Check by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey, the newest installment in the Harrisburg Railers series and a fun, sweet read! Big loveable Russian and a hockey romance! Yes please! I hope you’ll check out my review and the great giveaway too!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

 
Length: 50,000 words approx
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Harrisburg Railers Series
 
Book #1 – Changing Lines
Book #2 – First Season
Book #3 – Deep Edge
 
Blurb
 

One scorching summer in each other’s arms could never be enough.



Stanislav “Stan” Lyamin is happy playing for the Railers. The towering goalie is well-loved, respected, and making a home for himself even though that home only contains him, his cat, and his growing Pokemon trading card collection. Stan prefers it that way.



He’d given his heart to a man in a secret affair, and that man walked away, leaving Stan shattered. Now Erik is back in his life, and he has the same tumultuous effect he had on Stan’s heart as before. This time it’s not just a kissable mouth and sweet blond curls that Erik has brought to Harrisburg, there’s a soon-to-be ex-wife and a precious baby.



Despite the vow Stan made to hate Erik forever, he’s now finding it harder and harder to turn away.



Erik Gunnarsson’s dream had always been to play in the NHL, he just never imagined he’d land a contract with the Railers. Who would have thought that fate would put him on the same team as Stanislav Lyamin; the man whose heart he’d callously broken?



Secrets and lies had defined their summer relationship, and the choice that Erik made to end it all haunts him still. In the middle of a messy divorce and with a baby in tow, Erik finds himself back in Stan’s life. Now all he has to do is be the best dad he can be, prove to the team that he deserves the chance to stay on the roster and try his hardest to get Stan to forgive him.



Is it possible to persuade a man who hates you to give love a second chance?

Jenn Review

4 Stars

I have really enjoyed this series and I’ve been looking forward to Stan’s story. He’s a bit of an odd character, a big Russian guy who speaks very broken English and talks to his ‘pipes’ but I have to say, I adored him. He has a such a sweet, good heart, totally swoon-worthy. His sweet heart was broken though by fellow hockey player and new teammate Erik after they fell for each other but Erik took off and ended up married with a baby. There’s more to their story though, and it’s sweet and loving and a journey to honestly and love.

 

Erik didn’t expect to end up with a baby or an ex-wife but sometimes life throws some major curve balls. He was forced to walk away from Stan to try to do the right thing and now he finds himself a single father, the sole provider for his son and on a new hockey team face to face with Stan. This is one of those stories where the characters have to learn to be open and honest with each other, and add in a language barrier and it becomes even more challenging. These two are pretty special though, they have a very good understanding of each other and it’s easy to see that these two men truly love each other, despite past mistakes.

 

I really liked that this story wasn’t overly angsty, it made me smile a lot and just made my heart feel good! It’s about how these two take advantage of their second chance together and find the happiness they deserve. Stan and his use (or misuse) of the English language cracked me up, I looked forward to his POV for sure! Stan has always known what he wanted but seeing Erik realize it all just warmed my heart. This is definitely a sweet addition to this series, I loved the way it all came together and am looking forward to the next installment!



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March 2 – Mirrigold, Bayou Book Junkie


Excerpt
 

Stan



There are many people I would have rather seen standing on the ice of my practice arena than Erik. For example my beloved sister, Galina, my sainted mother, Arina, my cat, Lucy, or my new gay American heartthrob, Zachary Quinto.



Zachary would be wearing only a smile even though it’s cold on the ice.



But no, none of them were standing in front of me wearing a Railers sweater and curls. Those damn golden curls. They’d always tempted me beyond sense. As had his mouth. And the way he would tilt his head when he was trying to understand me out of bed. In bed? There was no language barrier. Our bodies had always been tuned to each other like radio waves to a satellite dish.



Even now, I felt the low hum of his presence in my veins. I had feared this moment would come. From the first time I’d heard his name mentioned as being a new member of the Rush, our AHL feeder team, I’d known he would eventually stand in front of me, tipping his head, with his curls, his eyes and his mouth.



Connor was looking at me as if he expected something from me. Ah yes, words. He wanted me to say something. How did “go fuck a donkey” translate into English?



“We are known to each other.”



I skated to my net, mask perched on my head, and tried to focus. The humming in my blood was unsettling. Closing my eyes, I let the blue ice under my skates talk to me. Opening myself up to the sounds of hockey, the stress of seeing Erik again lessened. I whispered to the pipes as I tapped them. Asked them in Russian if they were going to be my friends during this practice.



“Uh, hey, I know this is a strict breach of protocol and all…but is there a problem between you and Gunner?”



I glanced to the left. Tennant stood there, geared up, his stick casually resting across his shoulders. So Erik now had his American hockey nickname. Why didn’t I have a new American hockey nickname? Pah. I was being petty. It tasted bad on my tongue.



“Gunner is okay person from time back in space.” Was that right? English was hard to speak. It made no sense. How could there be three ways to spell one word? Russian was simple. Strong. Pure. A language of passion and spirit. American was whiney and tied my brain into knots. No, that was not true. American was a wonderful language. It was me who was whiney and unhappy. “Time back. In the back of time. Is bad time to talk. Go away.”

RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.



RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over one hundred romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.



The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

 

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, Dr. Who, Torchwood, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, two Jersey steers and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.



When not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand.

 

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Release Blitz & GIVEAWAY: Seth & Casey by RJ Scott

Happy Thursday – the weekend is almost here! Today we are excited share the release blitz for Seth & Casey by RJ Scott! This is a great quick and emotional read and I hope you’ll check out my review and the great giveaway too!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

 
Length: 26,000 words
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Blurb


Seth Wild is a firefighter who has lost everything. Nearly dying in a fire, he is scared and angry and chases away the only good thing in his life—school teacher Casey McGuire.

 

When a sudden and violent snow storm hits their town he receives a message Casey and ten kids are trapped in an education centre center with no way out. There is no one else who can help, he’s the last fire fighter in town with his bum leg and his icy heart.

 

He doesn’t hesitate. He always promised he would be Casey’s hero, but will he ever again be Casey’s love?

 

Jenn Review

4 Stars

This is a quick, but emotional read that reminds you of the power of love! I absolutely love how R.J. Scott can pack so much into a short story; totally delivers on the feels!

Seth and Casey are married, they’re that couple that everyone says will last forever, but these two are at a breaking point. After almost losing Seth in a fire a year ago, Casey does feel like he’s losing him now. Seth’s recovery from his injuries is slow going and he pretty much refuses to see the psychologist. He thinks he’s doing okay, focused on getting back to work, but he doesn’t realize how hard it is on Casey and just how much he takes his frustrations out on Casey. When a trip with Casey’s class meets a crazy winter storm Seth may be the only one able to save them, but he can they save their marriage.

Oooh this read got me right in the heart. I could feel for both of these guys and the things they were going through, and it just broke my heart. I love the way they sort through it all though. It’s all shiny and pretty and easy and these two both have to take a close look at what they really do want for their future. I adored the way it came together and how these two prove their love for each other. I definitely recommend this book for a quick, full of feeling but leaves you happy kind of read – this type of feeling is exactly why I love R.J. Scott!

Excerpt
 

“…New York’s LaGuardia and JFK International airports officially closed on Thursday afternoon due to the storm, according to the FAA. Both airports had been open earlier despite significant flight cancellations. LaGuardia resumed operations around 7 p.m. ET, while JFK said it planned to reopen sometime during the course of the night.”

 

Casey McGuire rinsed the last of the mugs and placed it on the drainer with the rest. For some reason, it was always mugs they ran out of in this house. Seth had this idea that the dishwasher ate them but Casey was convinced that they just needed a system to make sure they brought all the mugs back to the kitchen when they were done. Last week he’d found a mug in the bathroom, inside the cabinet, full of cold coffee.

 

Seth had sworn it wasn’t him, but Casey knew it had been.

 

He didn’t make a fuss. After all, what was one full coffee mug teetering on the edge of a glass shelf? In the grand scheme of things, it meant nothing.

 

The TV droned on behind him as he took a dishcloth and wiped the first of the mugs.

 

“…states from South Carolina to Maine are under a winter storm warning and the governors of Georgia, North Carolina, Virginia, New Jersey and New York have declared states of emergency. Forecasters say the northeast states can expect hurricane-force wind gusts and blinding snow…”

 

The news channels had been warning about this storm for a week, a huge dump of snow that would cripple the eastern seaboard, but that as yet hadn’t caused much concern here in Vermont. Casey glanced out of the window at the yard and wished for more snow. That way maybe Seth wouldn’t be able to leave the house, and possibly the two of them could have a rational conversation that didn’t end with Seth leaving and Casey wondering where the hell he was going wrong.

 

“…the situation is “ugly” and “dangerous,” and people should stay indoors…”

 

Last night, all Casey had said was that Seth shouldn’t forget about his appointment next morning. Seth left the house, clambering back into bed at some ungodly hour, reeking of beer or worse. In his sleep, Seth tried to pull Casey close, but Casey had deliberately scooted up and away, and left his husband in the bed.

 

Today, at ten, Seth had exploded, accusing Casey of meddling in things he didn’t understand, telling Casey he was fine and didn’t need a shrink.

 

Yet another night when one of them ended up on the couch.

 

“Hey.”

 

Casey stiffened at Seth’s soft, gravelly voice. His chest was tight, he didn’t want to argue. He wanted Seth to admit there was a problem, because he couldn’t handle it anymore. Six months of this had taken its toll. Maybe if Seth had seen the specialists when he should’ve, maybe if he’d seen a counselor, then Casey would see he was trying.

 

Seth was in denial, and it was destroying their marriage.

 

He didn’t turn to face Seth; he’d made a decision in the early morning, packed a bag with what he could get without waking Seth, and decided they needed space. If Seth had space he might face up to himself instead of taking it out on Casey.

 

Seth slid his hands around Casey’s waist, resting his chin on Casey’s shoulder and sighed. He’d brushed his teeth so the only scent was peppermint, which at least was a step up from yesterday when he’d attempted a clumsy kiss with beer still on his breath.

 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured near Casey’s ear.

 

Casey could turn now, accept the apology, even offer one of his own for pushing Seth, and everything would be normal for a while. Seth could go back to pretending he was okay, and Casey could go back to walking on eggshells and avoiding conflict.

 

But what kind of a marriage was that?

 

What kind of a man did that make Casey?

 

“I know you are,” he said. Then he tensed because that wasn’t the answer Seth wanted, and Casey knew what would happen next. Seth would go straight onto defensive mode, give some bullshit about how he was a firefighter and didn’t need a counselor.

 

Meanwhile, Seth not accepting any of what he needed was tearing their marriage apart. Casey had been careful with him for a long time, after all, Seth had nearly died. But when months had passed and he was still refusing to listen to reason, that was when Casey realized he’d been wrong in accepting Seth’s view on what kind of healing he needed.

 

“I think we need some time apart,” Casey said, and placed the dried mug onto the counter. He eased away from Seth’s hold and moved to the other side of the kitchen table. Somehow, having it between them gave Casey the strength to do what he’d decided was the right thing. Seth had this way of holding him, with a near desperation that never failed to have Casey crumbling.

 

Seth didn’t answer at first. Casey stopped himself from repeating the words and hoped that Seth was just thinking. The only noise in the kitchen was the news, focusing on Greyhound buses and the routes being cancelled.

 

“Why?”

 

RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.



RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over one hundred romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.



The last time she had a weeks break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat. 

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Review Tour & GIVEAWAY: Deep Edge (Harrisburg Railers #3) by RJ Scott and V.L. Locey

Happy Wednesday! Hope the week is off to a great start! Today we excited to be a part of the Review Tour for Deep Edge (Harrisburg Railers #3) by RJ Scott and V.L. Locey! I’m sharing my review and we have a great giveaway too!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

 
Length: 52,000 words approx.
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Harrisburg Railers Series
 
Book #1 – Changing Lines – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 – First Season – Amazon US | Amazon UK
 
Blurb
 

One man’s passion, another man’s lies. Can love fix even the darkest of hearts?



Trent Hanson is a figure skating phenom adored by millions around the world. His whole life has been dedicated to the sport he loves even when the sport – and his own family – have turned against him. From the playground to the Olympics to his parent’s living room, Trent has fought against bullies and homophobes to be the out and proud gay man he is. But the constant fighting has left Trent tired, lonely, and skittish. All those fears will have to be shelved though when he’s hired to spend the summer working with the Harrisburg Railers ice hockey team. Who would have guessed that the man fate has decided to pair him off with is Dieter Lehmann, all-around sex god and a man who seems to have everything to prove and doesn’t care who he hurts to get what he wants.



Dieter has spent too many years languishing in the minors and a secret addiction to prescription painkillers means his career is in a downward spiral. His ex is blackmailing him and he’s close to walking away from it all. But when he’s called up in the run for the Stanley Cup to cover injuries he has a taste of what it’s like playing in the NHL and he realizes that a place on the Railers roster is what he wants more than anything. More than listening to his heart, and even more than caring for the infuriating figure skater who gets under his skin. When he crosses the line to get what he wants, he knows he has lost his way. He has to change, but is it too late for both his career and any chance he might have at love?


Jenn Review

3.5 – 4 Stars

I really enjoy this series and this group of hockey players and the addition of Dieter and Trent is great! For me this felt like an opposites attract – both are a bit of a mess story and I totally fell for these two! Both of these guys are dealing with a lot when this story starts and my heart definitely hurt for both of them. When they meet, their connection is immediate but there are a lot of issues they are going to have to work through if their relationship is going to make it.

 

Dieter has just been signed to the Railer’s hockey team, but he’s got some things he’s hiding, like a knee injury and an addiction to pain pills. He thinks he’s got it under control, but that really isn’t the case. Trent is dealing with the aftermath of his stepfather/manager stealing all his money and gambling it all away. He’s now fighting to keep his mother’s home and his rink and when a reality show opportunity comes his way, he’s quick to accept, until he hears he has to work with hockey players. He’s determined to make enough money to save the house and the rink though so he’ll take on those hockey guys.

 

I liked these two together right from the start. Both men have their issues and their flaws but they are also good men and so sweet together. Trent knows that loving someone with addiction issues can be painful, but he still gives his heart to Dieter, but he’s fierce and strong too and doesn’t let Dieter get away with anything. Dieter is strong too, and having Trent in his life shows him what he needs to do, for himself, his career and his relationship. I loved that these two work through things together and really don’t hold back. There are still some secrets to be revealed, but they go through it together. I really enjoy this group of characters and their journeys together and am looking forward to what is next for this group!



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December 11 – Wicked Faerie’s Tales & Reviews

December 13 – Padme’s Library, Book Lovers 4Ever, The Geekery Book Review

December 15 – Bayou Book Junkie 

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.



The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.



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V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.



When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.



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Review Tour, Excerpt & GIVEAWAY: Texas Gift (Texas #8) by R.J. Scott

Today we are excited to be a part of the Review Tour for Texas Gift (Texas #8) by R.J. Scott! If you are a fan of this series, this is an absolute must read – a look into Jack and Riley and the kids as time goes on! We’ve got a great excerpt, my review and a giveaway you don’t want to miss!
Happy Reading!
~Jenn

 

 
Length: 50,000 words approx
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Texas Series
 
Book #1 – The Heart of Texas – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 – Texas Winter – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #3 – Texas Heat – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #4 – Texas Family – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #5 – Texas Christmas – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #6 – Texas Fall – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #7 – Texas Wedding – Amazon US | Amazon UK
 
Blurb
 

A gift for every single reader needed to know what happened next for to Jack and Riley…



When Hayley arrived on the steps of the D, Riley and Jack knew life would never be the same.



Told through Riley and Jack’s eyes, this is ten years in the life of their family and watching Hayley grow up, fall in love, and start her own life. Hurricanes, illness, babies, happiness, sadness, work, play, the barn, the office, horses, friends, enemies, and above all love.

 

Jenn Review

4.5 Stars

Oh it is so much fun to get to look in on characters you love, spend a little time catching up them and their family and that is exactly what R.J. Scott has given readers. Jack and Riley are still very much in love and committed to each other and this story takes place over time and really gives a look at how life played out for this couple. 

I loved reading this, seeing Jack and Riley still making it work and loving each other. I loved getting to see Hayley grow up and become such an incredible woman and loved that while this story wasn’t angsty at all, there were some real life challenges for this family. If you’ve read and loved this series this book is just perfection and will absolutely leave your heart happy, it sure did mine! Thank you R.J. Scott for this wonderful, heartwarming gift!

Excerpt



Chapter One



Riley needed to apologize. Right now.



He’d fucked up big time, and he should have seen it coming, because everything he did went in cycles. He and Jack hadn’t argued in so long and maybe the tension that had been building inside Riley had needed an outlet; he’d provoked the argument. He’d pushed and prodded and sulked and shoved at Jack until Jack had snapped.



Not in loud, shouting temper, or anything like what Riley deserved. No, Jack had gone deathly quiet.



Absolutely. Utterly. Quiet.



Riley shouted at him, got everything out of his system, felt the weight of it all lessen by throwing it at Jack and what had happened? He’d stood there at first, confused, and then steadily calmer. Weirdly calmer.



They argued; no normal marriage went without arguments over things as important as the kids and as trivial as picking up wet towels. But they resolved things, Jack/Riley was a unit that worked. They sometimes bickered and teased, they shouted rarely, and on the odd occasion there would be sulking. Mostly from Riley. He considered it as thinking time but Jack just called him on his sulking like a child.



Their arguments always ended in love; talking, kissing, complete forgiveness that could only come when two people understood and loved each other.



This morning though, he’d made Connor cry, Lexie scowl, and Max hide under the table with Toby. Jack hadn’t even stayed for that. The crying, scowling and hiding had happened after he’d left.



“Why are you shouting at Pappa!” Connor shouted back at Riley. “Stop shouting.” Then he’d started to cry, and Riley’s heart had broken into a million pieces. He’d sat between a crying Connor, and a sullen, angry Lexie and tried to explain that he had a bad headache and he didn’t mean to shout. For headache, read migraine, tight painful migraine that blurred his vision and made him feel sick. He’d taken meds and the sharp edges of the glass in his head were easing, but he couldn’t think straight. Connor stopped crying.



“You were so mean,” Lexie summarized, but she did give Riley a hug and kiss him on the forehead to make it all better.



Max on the other hand, while not angry with Riley and the shouting, was still under the kitchen table with Toby. The black lab, Riley’s black lab, was between Max and Riley in a protective furry wall.



“It’s okay Tobes, I got this,” Riley tried to fold all six-four of himself under the wood. He got caught on a bench, his neck burned, his stomach was in knots, but nothing was going to stop him from getting to Max. Toby did eventually move to one side but not too far. Toby may well have been Riley’s dog at the start, but he and Max were inseparable now.



“Max, buddy?” he began, and Max at least looked up at him for a split second. “You okay?”



“M’okay,” Max said. “You’re noisy.”



At least he wasn’t rocking, or stimming. He was just sitting with his dog in his favorite place under the kitchen table.



“Is everything okay?” Carol said from behind him. He scrambled back and brushed himself off. “Riley?”



“I shouted,” Riley explained simply.



“At the kids?” Carol asked, aghast, as if that was the ultimate sin in her eyes. Which, to be fair, it was in Riley’s as well. He and Jack didn’t shout, they cajoled, and bargained, and ran a happy house. Most of the time, anyway. Just not this morning.



“No, at Jack.”



“Is Max okay?” she peered under the table and smiled at Max. He adored her, the kids all loved their nanny, probably quite a bit more than they loved their dad today.



“He seems fine.” Riley peered out of the window at where Jack had gone. The damage had been done, but Connie and Lexie were chatting to each other, Max was with Carol and he needed to go and make things right with Jack.



“I think we’re okay in here,” Carol said, “Go find Jack.”



Riley shot her a grateful glance, and as he left the kitchen he heard Lexie telling Carol that her Pappa had a headache and that she’d kissed it better. When he closed the door it was just him and the ranch and finding Jack. It didn’t take him long; he was outside their barn, looking up at the siding, with his feet apart and his arms crossed over his chest.



Riley inhaled the fresh morning air and pulled back his shoulders. He could do this; he could ignore the pain in his head now it had lessened a little, he could push back the nausea, and he could go and apologize to Jack for being a fucking idiot.



“I’m sorry,” he murmured, coming to a stop next to Jack, only a few inches separating their arms. Jack didn’t move.



“It’s okay.” Although it didn’t sound okay at all. Okay was one of those words that meant nothing in the context of an argument, it was a word that plastered over cracks in a relationship. Okay was quiet and tight-lipped silences and Riley recalled okay from when he was a kid.



He hated okay.



“It’s not okay, I have a headache and I didn’t mean any of what I said.”



“You didn’t mean to say that life would be easier if you didn’t have to listen to me?” Jack’s voice was low and serious, and Riley winced.



“You were saying too much, and I couldn’t think.”



Their discussion had started in the bedroom.



“I asked if you’d made an appointment to see someone about the headaches.”



“I know—”



“And why you were limping again—”



“Jack—”



“And why you weren’t sleeping, and why you spent so much time at the office, and why the fuck have we not used the barn in over a month?”



The barn wasn’t just the barn, it was a euphemism for sex. They hadn’t been together in a month, over a month now. How did Riley explain that he’d been at the office, sometimes with the blinds shut, closing out the light, sleeping? How did he explain he didn’t want to see a doctor because the headaches scared him? And how the hell did he tell Jack he was limping because every single one of his muscles hurt, because he was tired, because it was all too much?



“Jack, I’m sorry.”



“You’re not, Riley, because you won’t listen to me.” Jack pointed at the barn. “I’m thinking we turn this into a games room for the kids.”



Riley gripped Jack’s arm. “No, what the hell?” His tension fled and in its place was panic. This was their space. Sometimes they came out here to talk, to hide away from the world, but it was also the one place they had the hottest sex he’d ever experienced. He wanted that again, but he was so tired, every time he turned over in bed his neck hurt, and his head pounded, and his leg ached, and he was fucking tired of it all. “Jack, I’m sorry, don’t…”



Jack turned to face him, and his expression wasn’t angry. “Either you go to the doctor, right here, right now, or I start clearing the place for a pool table.” He looked deadly serious, and Riley couldn’t tell if this was an empty threat. Then Jack softened, cradled his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Riley, please.”



Just those two words pierced the fear in Riley, he couldn’t stop the pain, or the threat of being sick, or not sleeping, but whatever was wrong, Jack would be there for him.



“I’m scared,” Riley murmured.



Jack gathered him close. “You think I’m not?”



“Please don’t,” Riley said against Jack’s neck. His words sounded slurred and fear made him sway. What the hell? “Please don’t let me chase you away.”



“I won’t.”



And that was the last thing he heard as his world went to black.




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Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Release Blitz & GIVEAWAY: Texas Gift (Texas #8) by R.J. Scott

We are excited to share the Release Blitz for Texas Gift (Texas #8) by R.J. Scott! We’ve got a great excerpt and giveaway today you definitely don’t want to miss!

 

 
Length: 50,000 words approx
 
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
 
Texas Series
 
Book #1 – The Heart of Texas – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #2 – Texas Winter – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #3 – Texas Heat – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #4 – Texas Family – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #5 – Texas Christmas – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #6 – Texas Fall – Amazon US | Amazon UK
Book #7 – Texas Wedding – Amazon US | Amazon UK
 
Blurb
 

A gift for every single reader needed to know what happened next for to Jack and Riley…



When Hayley arrived on the steps of the D, Riley and Jack knew life would never be the same.



Told through Riley and Jack’s eyes, this is ten years in the life of their family and watching Hayley grow up, fall in love, and start her own life. Hurricanes, illness, babies, happiness, sadness, work, play, the barn, the office, horses, friends, enemies, and above all love.



Excerpt



Chapter One



Riley needed to apologize. Right now.



He’d fucked up big time, and he should have seen it coming, because everything he did went in cycles. He and Jack hadn’t argued in so long and maybe the tension that had been building inside Riley had needed an outlet; he’d provoked the argument. He’d pushed and prodded and sulked and shoved at Jack until Jack had snapped.



Not in loud, shouting temper, or anything like what Riley deserved. No, Jack had gone deathly quiet.



Absolutely. Utterly. Quiet.



Riley shouted at him, got everything out of his system, felt the weight of it all lessen by throwing it at Jack and what had happened? He’d stood there at first, confused, and then steadily calmer. Weirdly calmer.



They argued; no normal marriage went without arguments over things as important as the kids and as trivial as picking up wet towels. But they resolved things, Jack/Riley was a unit that worked. They sometimes bickered and teased, they shouted rarely, and on the odd occasion there would be sulking. Mostly from Riley. He considered it as thinking time but Jack just called him on his sulking like a child.



Their arguments always ended in love; talking, kissing, complete forgiveness that could only come when two people understood and loved each other.



This morning though, he’d made Connor cry, Lexie scowl, and Max hide under the table with Toby. Jack hadn’t even stayed for that. The crying, scowling and hiding had happened after he’d left.



“Why are you shouting at Pappa!” Connor shouted back at Riley. “Stop shouting.” Then he’d started to cry, and Riley’s heart had broken into a million pieces. He’d sat between a crying Connor, and a sullen, angry Lexie and tried to explain that he had a bad headache and he didn’t mean to shout. For headache, read migraine, tight painful migraine that blurred his vision and made him feel sick. He’d taken meds and the sharp edges of the glass in his head were easing, but he couldn’t think straight. Connor stopped crying.



“You were so mean,” Lexie summarized, but she did give Riley a hug and kiss him on the forehead to make it all better.



Max on the other hand, while not angry with Riley and the shouting, was still under the kitchen table with Toby. The black lab, Riley’s black lab, was between Max and Riley in a protective furry wall.



“It’s okay Tobes, I got this,” Riley tried to fold all six-four of himself under the wood. He got caught on a bench, his neck burned, his stomach was in knots, but nothing was going to stop him from getting to Max. Toby did eventually move to one side but not too far. Toby may well have been Riley’s dog at the start, but he and Max were inseparable now.



“Max, buddy?” he began, and Max at least looked up at him for a split second. “You okay?”



“M’okay,” Max said. “You’re noisy.”



At least he wasn’t rocking, or stimming. He was just sitting with his dog in his favorite place under the kitchen table.



“Is everything okay?” Carol said from behind him. He scrambled back and brushed himself off. “Riley?”



“I shouted,” Riley explained simply.



“At the kids?” Carol asked, aghast, as if that was the ultimate sin in her eyes. Which, to be fair, it was in Riley’s as well. He and Jack didn’t shout, they cajoled, and bargained, and ran a happy house. Most of the time, anyway. Just not this morning.



“No, at Jack.”



“Is Max okay?” she peered under the table and smiled at Max. He adored her, the kids all loved their nanny, probably quite a bit more than they loved their dad today.



“He seems fine.” Riley peered out of the window at where Jack had gone. The damage had been done, but Connie and Lexie were chatting to each other, Max was with Carol and he needed to go and make things right with Jack.



“I think we’re okay in here,” Carol said, “Go find Jack.”



Riley shot her a grateful glance, and as he left the kitchen he heard Lexie telling Carol that her Pappa had a headache and that she’d kissed it better. When he closed the door it was just him and the ranch and finding Jack. It didn’t take him long; he was outside their barn, looking up at the siding, with his feet apart and his arms crossed over his chest.



Riley inhaled the fresh morning air and pulled back his shoulders. He could do this; he could ignore the pain in his head now it had lessened a little, he could push back the nausea, and he could go and apologize to Jack for being a fucking idiot.



“I’m sorry,” he murmured, coming to a stop next to Jack, only a few inches separating their arms. Jack didn’t move.



“It’s okay.” Although it didn’t sound okay at all. Okay was one of those words that meant nothing in the context of an argument, it was a word that plastered over cracks in a relationship. Okay was quiet and tight-lipped silences and Riley recalled okay from when he was a kid.



He hated okay.



“It’s not okay, I have a headache and I didn’t mean any of what I said.”



“You didn’t mean to say that life would be easier if you didn’t have to listen to me?” Jack’s voice was low and serious, and Riley winced.



“You were saying too much, and I couldn’t think.”



Their discussion had started in the bedroom.



“I asked if you’d made an appointment to see someone about the headaches.”



“I know—”



“And why you were limping again—”



“Jack—”



“And why you weren’t sleeping, and why you spent so much time at the office, and why the fuck have we not used the barn in over a month?”



The barn wasn’t just the barn, it was a euphemism for sex. They hadn’t been together in a month, over a month now. How did Riley explain that he’d been at the office, sometimes with the blinds shut, closing out the light, sleeping? How did he explain he didn’t want to see a doctor because the headaches scared him? And how the hell did he tell Jack he was limping because every single one of his muscles hurt, because he was tired, because it was all too much?



“Jack, I’m sorry.”



“You’re not, Riley, because you won’t listen to me.” Jack pointed at the barn. “I’m thinking we turn this into a games room for the kids.”



Riley gripped Jack’s arm. “No, what the hell?” His tension fled and in its place was panic. This was their space. Sometimes they came out here to talk, to hide away from the world, but it was also the one place they had the hottest sex he’d ever experienced. He wanted that again, but he was so tired, every time he turned over in bed his neck hurt, and his head pounded, and his leg ached, and he was fucking tired of it all. “Jack, I’m sorry, don’t…”



Jack turned to face him, and his expression wasn’t angry. “Either you go to the doctor, right here, right now, or I start clearing the place for a pool table.” He looked deadly serious, and Riley couldn’t tell if this was an empty threat. Then Jack softened, cradled his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Riley, please.”



Just those two words pierced the fear in Riley, he couldn’t stop the pain, or the threat of being sick, or not sleeping, but whatever was wrong, Jack would be there for him.



“I’m scared,” Riley murmured.



Jack gathered him close. “You think I’m not?”



“Please don’t,” Riley said against Jack’s neck. His words sounded slurred and fear made him sway. What the hell? “Please don’t let me chase you away.”



“I won’t.”



And that was the last thing he heard as his world went to black.


Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Review Tour & GIVEAWAY: Gabriel (The Second Legacy) by RJ Scott

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Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | KOBO | Smashwords | Barnes & Noble | iTunes

Length: 55,000 approx

Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Legacy Series

Kyle (The First Legacy) – Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Blurb

Trapped in darkness, can an escort find a man to help him into the light?

Gabriel Reyes never gave in. He fought and was hurt, was abused but escaped with his life. He made his way in the world using the one thing he was good at: sex. He earned a place with a man who controls everything but Gabriel is safe; he’s made it.

Cameron Stafford hires Gabriel for a night, needing nothing more than a pretend boyfriend to get his dysfunctional family off his back. With the money he has in the bank and his own hotel, why won’t they just leave him alone? It doesn’t matter that a degenerative disease has stolen his vision, or that his last boyfriend was a bastard who tried to steal from him; for now he has purpose.

When Gabriel and Cam fall for each other, can they find real happiness and, maybe, a forever that will save them both?


A new story set in the world of Jack and Riley Campbell-Hayes and the Double D Ranch, Texas.


Please be aware: emotional and physical abuse are depicted on the page in this book.

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4.5  Stars

RJ Scott delivers another heart-wrenching yet beautiful story, this one featuring Gabe and Cam. This is definitely not the easiest story to read, Gabe goes through a lot of emotional and physical abuse, and it’s hard to read but it’s a part of his story. I felt for him, I hurt for him and I was angry for him. Cam and Gabe’s journey certainly isn’t easy or lighthearted but it’s a journey of healing and finally understanding what love really means.

I adored these two men so much, both of them struggling but in the most unlikely of situations they find each other. Gabe is so broken, just about at rock bottom, his life is basically pain. Cam has a degenerative disorder and is almost blind, he is strong and capable and independent but his family does not see him or treat him that way. Cam hires Gabe to be his ‘date’ for an evening to try to get his family off his back and prove his independence and it’s not love at first sight, but there’s a connection between these two, one that will change both of these men.

This is a powerful story and there are many times when the actual relationship building between Cam and Gabe isn’t the focus. A lot of this story is about Gabe escaping Stefan and the abuse, physical and mental. It’s raw and it hurts but as Gabe comes out of it he finds Cam there to support him and it totally made my heart melt. I absolutely loved what these two built together and how it all came together. Again, not the easiest read but it was so very worth it, another amazing and emotional story from RJ Scott that I won’ t soon forget!

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RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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