Monday, July 31, 2017

3 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT: Sixth Street Band Romance series by Jayne Frost & more


The blog is 3 years old today! 🎂🎂🎂Wow, I remember when it was still a baby. It’s grown so much. In keeping with the 'three' theme, here are 3 pieces of trivia about the blog: 

1. The very first post was a review of Paradise by Tess Oliver. Because I was still figuring out all the details of blogging the link says “decided to kick off this bookblog” instead of the heading, title, and author. (http://book-bosomed.blogspot.com/2014/07/decided-to-kick-off-this-bookblog-by.htmlI was going to fix it, but decided to leave it for memorabilia sake. But I digress; I still think this title is a little gem that doesn’t get enough attention so if you haven’t read it, now’s a great time to check it out. To give it the 3 Love treatment I’ll tell you that it has 
1) a hot, alpha male
2) a strong, cute heroine 
3) beach sex!  

2. The first three titles reviewed all take place on an island, tying in with the blog’s cover image of the beach and the escape theme. (Paradise by Tess Oliver, Temp by Cambria Hebert, and Twist Me by Anna Zaires) They are all amazing reads, which I highly recommend.


3. The most popular post to date is the 2016 Valentine’s Day Love Letters which includes some of the books featured in previous weeks. Check it out HERE 

I’d like to take this moment to thank everyone I’ve met and worked with over the years—the authors, the readers, everyone in the community.  Some days maintaining the blog is hard work, but at the same time the reading escapes make it all worth it.

If only there were more Mondays in the month (said no one ever) I’d give a lot more shout-outs. There are many more great books out there that I could recommend.  Make sure you checked out all the recommended reads from the previous weeks. As always, these posts were not sponsored. 

Of course, it wouldn't be a party without a band. 🎸So before I start bouncing off the walls like an exuberant toddler ready to kick off a birthday celebration, check out the month's final feature. Here's 3 Things I Love About Sixth Street Band Romance series by Jayne Frost. 🎼

3. Because it’s more than sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. 
These books pack a strong romantic punch, and there’s a lot substance to the stories. It’s not about a crazy rocker lifestyle; it’s about finding the one, sweeping her off her feet, bringing out the best in her too, and making love last.
“‘Maybe the words don’t come because they don’t want to leave those beautiful lips any more than I do.’”
2. These guys have a way with words.
This rocker series isn’t just a bunch of guys in a band. Told via the hero’s point of view, these dudes are poets and lovers. 
“I wondered if she smelled the same in summer, or if sunshine emanated from her pores. It was then I realized I really wanted to find out.”
1. They rock hard and they fall harder.
“I’d grown to believe she was my air. The fact I couldn’t breathe without her proved the hypothesis.”
*be still my heart* Do I even have to comment on that? I think it says it all.  Start 1-clicking while I throw my panties on the stage! 😉

~Books in the Series~

#1
Gone for You

“‘I swear, Lily. I will tie you up if you don’t quit.’ I trudged toward the first group of lights. Telling her I wouldn’t fuck her was not only a lie. It was a damn lie. It would be a miracle if we made it to her front door and a bigger miracle if we made it to a bed.”
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#2
Fall with Me
“‘I’m not worried about you touching you. That’s my job, angel. I’ll always take care of you.’”
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~Future Books in the Series~
#3 Missing From Me
#4 Lost for You

~About the Author~
Jayne Frost grew up in California with a dream of moving to Seattle to become a rock star. When the grunge thing didn’t work out (she never even made it to the Washington border) Jayne set her sights on Austin, Texas. After quickly becoming immersed in the Sixth Street Music scene…and discovering she couldn’t actually sing, Jayne decided to do the next best thing—write kick ass romances about hot rockstars and the women that steal their hearts.
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REVIEW/RELEASE BLITZ: Sugar by Misti Murphy

Genre: Menage Romance 

~Synopsis~

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a display case, trying to decide between chocolate and cupcakes. 

Seriously decadent, panty soaking, melt in your mouth chocolate. The ultimate love drug.


Or...

The cupcake with its smooth, sweet icing, its gooey center, and cream that spurts out when you...

Wait! You thought this was actually about sweets? 

Well kinda, but it’s also about men. 
Two of them. Gabe and Dylan. Friends. Business partners. One charming chocolatier, one brash baker. 
I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to want either of them. After all, I moved to Reverence to escape gossip and mend my broken heart. 

But I do want them. Both of them. How am I supposed to choose between two hot guys who are determined to win over this quiet kindergarten teacher? Indulging my sweet tooth is out of the question. Falling off the wagon can only end in pain. 

But like any addict, one taste isn’t nearly enough. Can a girl really have her cake, and fall in love with two?
~Book Review~
2.5/3 Stars

Summer Sweets, 25, is a kindergarten teacher trying to get past her recent break-up. She moves to a new town where she meets up with her older brother’s friend. Gabe Nash, 35, and Dylan O’Brien run a bakery together. They both quickly have an attraction to Summer.

The cover for this book is really well done and super hot! And the premise sounded tasty. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite live up to my expectations.

I had trouble connecting with these characters. In the beginning I needed more development, both character and relationship wise. I never quite got why Summer was so special, especially to Dylan. In fact, I found myself rooting for Gabe. That shouldn’t happen in a truly romantic ménage. It shouldn’t feel like a love triangle and it did. There was just too much competition, too much of the guys contemplating her being with only one of them. Two guys working together to please a woman is hot; two guys fighting over her is just drama. There wasn’t nearly enough of the former and way too much of the later.  Ménage romance can be tricky to pull off, and it requires the trio to work together and be equals, to sell the reader on the three of them together for the long haul. For the most part, that just didn’t happen here for me. It felt like they were just sharing her instead of building a cohesive relationship with her.

Summer’s hot and cold on their threesome didn’t help matters either. She wavered too much on her commitment to the relationship, and she doubted too much. She also lacked self confidence and a backbone.  I never felt she had the brass to make their alternative lifestyle work long term.

Set in the town of Reverence, there are cameos from characters in previous stories. It was nice to see them make appearances. I wouldn’t have minded seeing more of them.  

This one just didn't work for me. Ultimately, enjoyment will depend on what you are looking for in a ménage story. 



Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed. 

She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life. 

When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking Facebook.  

Thursday, July 27, 2017

COVER REVEAL: Food Fight by T. Torrid & Heather Ohhh

Series: Strip Mall Duology #1
Genre: Eroticomedy (Erotica/Romantic Comedy)
Release Date: August 10, 2017

~Blurb~

FOOD FIGHT is the first book in a new eroticomedy duology.
Each book in the Strip Mall series contains two separate stories from the same universe. No cliffhangers... just a lot of laughs and some really hot sex!

BANANAS AND DONUTS: It's a food fight of epic proportions when this not-so-sweet baker gets her hands on a gorgeous grocer's goods.

BAGELS AND BRATS: A buff butcher bites off more than he can chew when he "meats" the vegan vixen next door.

*Intended for immature audiences 18+
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl


T. Torrid is a pop-culture junkie, a movie aficionado, and a lover of all things 80s. A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently lives there with her husband and two sons. She also writes romance under the name T. Torrest!



Heather Ohhh is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion for romance. Residing with her husband and five sons, she is quite fluent in sarcasm. One spoiled little princess finishes off this brood adding a little drama and sparkle to the mix. Life is chaotic, but she wouldn't have it any other way.  She also writes romance under the name Heather M. Orgeron.


Monday, July 24, 2017

3 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT: Monster in His Eyes series by J.M. Darhower


One week to go before the blog turns three! 🎉 The guest list keeps growing. Have you been introduced to Annika Martin’s Kinky Bank Robbers: HERE, Jamie Schlosser’s Good Guys: HERE, and Renee Ericson’s More than Water couple: HERE?

Now the party is about to get a little dark and dangerous.  *lowers the lights.*  But to keep things kosher I’m busy making sure everything is just how my favorite badman and his woman like it.  The bacon cheeseburgers are grilling 🍔 and all the red condiment containers are filled with Heinz 57 ketchup.  Rest assured, no bottled drinks will be opened by anyone other than the person imbibing them. *double checks for bottle openers*  It’s time to play with monsters so here’s 3 things I love about J.M. Darhower’s Monster in His Eyes series! 🔫

3. Deliciously Dark
This series will tickle the fancy of readers who enjoy a little thrill, suspense, and a walk on the dark side but with the erotic romance front and center. Karissa is embroiled in so much more than she knows. Naz isn’t a good man, but he’s no player, cheater, or manwhore. His intentions are nefarious, but his feelings are authentic. The sex is edgy, but everything is consensual. Like Naz, the darkness draws you in and the passion turns you on.
“He fucks me like he means it, like he needs it, like being inside of me is more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in my body calls out to him, craving more of it.” 

2.  Deviously Deep
“There’s something about you…something I’ve sought for a very long time. Something I’ve always wanted. And now that I’ve found it, I don’t know if I can let it go.”
I know exactly how Naz feels because ever since I’ve read this I’m always on the search for other stories like it.  This series and it’s characters are unique though— layered and deep, just like the quote above. And one of the things that makes it an amazing re-read is all of Naz’s double meanings. You have to read it more than once to get the full impact.
“Everything he does is for a reason. There's always method to his madness, meaning behind every word, a point to his actions. And it's usually never good.” 

1. Dashingly…Naz!
“’You may growl, and hiss, and meow, and maybe sometimes you bring out those claws, but I know how to make you purr. I'm the king of the jungle. I'm the predator.’  ‘Does that make me your prey?’ He shakes his head. ‘That makes you my queen.’”
Awww! 💗  He’s the perfect dark hero, the most intriguing bad man. He’s like a fusion of corruption, decadence, integrity, and swoon-worthiness all in one hot, mature character. Naz alone is more than three reasons to read this series! 


~Books in the Series~

#1
Monster in His Eyes

“'I have a word problem for you.'
'I'm listening'
'If Naz forgoes sleep, and Karissa gets naked, how many orgasms can he give her before sun up?'”
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#2
Torture to Her Soul
“The woman tells me I’m a monster, but there’s a little beast in her that she unleashes from time to time.”

#3
Target on Our Backs

“‘Sometimes he scares the hell out of me and sometimes you confuse the hell out of me, and together the two of you just… you make sense.’”
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~About the Author~
USA Today Bestselling Author of predominately romantic suspense novels about the baddest bad boys and the ladies who love them. Fangirl at heart, J.M. Darhower is obsessed with books, music, Star Wars, and all things Marvel, especially the glorious Sebastian Stan. She spends her days in a tiny town in North Carolina, churning out words and chasing down Pokemon.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

BLOG TOUR: Seducing Lola by Jessica Prince

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Publication Date: July 18th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

~Synopsis~
I’ve had my fair share of bad relationships. I’ve dated liars, cheaters, shoe fetishists, and everything in between. Sure, these experiences would make any woman cynical when it comes to dipping her toe back into the dating pool, but I used my past for good and made a career out of helping other women avoid going down the same paths I had.
And I was damn good at it.
Until a random act of fate set my life on a course I’d been avoiding for years, and put me in the crosshairs of a man that made me feel things I swore to never feel again.
Now I’m in his sights and it seems like he’ll stop at nothing to seduce the hell out of me. He might hold my career in the palm of his hands, but if Grayson Lockhart thinks he can blackmail me into submission with his sexy voice and sexy hands and sexy everything, then he’s…probably right.

Seducing Lola front cover high res
~Synopsis~

Prologue

If you’d have asked my twenty-year-old self what I saw in my future ten years down the road, I probably would’ve answered the same way as every other naïve co-ed living the college dream on Sorority Row.

I’d be married to the love of my life, raising our two perfect children in the suburbs—because the city is no place to bring up a family, obviously—and driving a top-of-the-line SUV that all the minivan moms would envy because I had way too much style to ever be caught dead driving a minivan.

Clearly, my twenty-year-old self was an idiot.

It was she who forgave—then was subsequently dumped by—my college sweetheart after finding him pile-driving my sorority sister from behind on the handmade quilt I’d spent countless hours creating out of his old high school football T-shirts as a birthday present. His brilliant excuse?

“You’re just not adventurous enough, Lola. She’s willing to try things in bed that you aren’t.”

Apparently refusing to allow him to film us having sex and entering it into a contest on a porn site was just too vanilla for him. Last I heard, he was making a killing on the amateur scene.

Unfortunately, my twenty-one and twenty-two-year-old selves weren’t all that smart either.

It was my twenty-one-year-old self who discovered I’d unwittingly been made a beard by Brad, the guy I had dated for six months, because his evangelical parents just “wouldn’t understand.”

BTW, Brad and Phillip’s wedding was a really lovely affair. He asked me to stand as his best woman—since he considered our relationship the reason he finally made his way out of the closet—but I turned down the honor, choosing instead to get annihilated on mojitos at the open bar.

My twenty-two-year-old self thought I had finally found a decent guy. That was until I came home to find him doing something I’ll never be able to unsee to a pair of Louboutins I’d spent the better part of a year saving up for.

The saddest part? I hadn’t even had a chance to wear them before his defilement. I didn’t have the heart to throw them in the trash, so I let him take them with him when I kicked his ass out.

I should’ve known better, honestly. It wasn’t like I’d grown up in a home with my very own personal June and Ward Cleaver. Oh no, my parents split when I was only six years old. And it was anything but amicable. My mom never kept her hatred for my father secret. And dear old Dad never hid the string of women he kept on tap, one for whatever mood he may’ve been in. It was shocking that I hadn’t grown bitter at an even younger age, having to deal with their drama, but I was in my early twenties and still a believer in happily ever afters.

Like I said, I was an idiot.

Now I know what you’re thinking. After three miserable failures, I was probably a jaded cynic who was convinced true love didn’t exist.

Well, you’d only be half right. See, I believed in love, sure… as long as it was happening to anyone other than me. I’d been the fateful target of that bastard Cupid’s stupid-ass arrow three times already; I had no desire to go for a fourth. I wasn’t anti-relationship when it came to other people. To each their own and all that jazz. And I didn’t hate men. I just didn’t believe they were of any use to me for anything other than a few hours of fun that eventually led to a—hopeful—mutual release before I sent them on their way.

I learned from my mistakes, grown wise as the years passed. I knew exactly what I wanted out of my life, and believe me, there wasn’t a shitty picket fence in sight. If the suburbs were for families, then the city was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a successful, accomplished thirty-two-year-old woman who’d gotten where I was in life by hard work, perseverance, and the cluelessness of women all around the world.

My name was known in households all throughout Washington State. I, along with my two best friends, hosted Seattle’s most successful female-based talk radio show, aptly titled Girl Talk. I’d managed to make more money in the past ten years by offering relationship advice to helpless women than I’d ever know what to do with.

It was safe to say the rose-colored glasses were off. I lived in the real world where men cheated and women drowned their sorrows in vats of Ben & Jerry’s.

Sure, I wasn’t living the future I saw for myself when I was twenty, but then again, at twenty, I still thought Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were meant to be, that Wedding Crashers was cinematic brilliance, and that the whole Tom Cruise/Oprah couch jumping “I’m in love with Katie Holmes” thing was actually romantic. What the hell did I know back then?

A lot had changed over the years. And as I gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, overlooking the Puget Sound, I could honestly say without a shred of doubt that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

SL-AN

Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica Prince spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That's why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy--she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she's also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books--romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it's a passion...there's a difference. Not that she'd expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

COVER REVEAL: Sugar by Misti Murphy

Genre: Menage Romance 

~Synopsis~

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a display case, trying to decide between chocolate and cupcakes. 

Seriously decadent, panty soaking, melt in your mouth chocolate. The ultimate love drug.

Or...

The cupcake with its smooth, sweet icing, its gooey center, and cream that spurts out when you...

Wait! You thought this was actually about sweets? 

Well kinda, but it’s also about men. 
Two of them. Gabe and Dylan. Friends. Business partners. One charming chocolatier, one brash baker. 
I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to want either of them. After all, I moved to Reverence to escape gossip and mend my broken heart. 

But I do want them. Both of them. How am I supposed to choose between two hot guys who are determined to win over this quiet kindergarten teacher? Indulging my sweet tooth is out of the question. Falling off the wagon can only end in pain. 

But like any addict, one taste isn’t nearly enough. Can a girl really have her cake, and fall in love with two?



Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she’d probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed. 

She’s a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She’s also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life. 

When she’s not writing she’s the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she’s not writing she’s hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.  


EXCERPT REVEAL: Well Built by Carly Phillips and Erika Wilde

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Publication Date: July 25th
Genre: Contemporary Romance

~Synopsis~

When it comes to women, sexy, well-built Kyle Coleman has always been a lover, not a fighter. His one exception? The tempting, beautiful Ella Fisher. Her family and his share a tempestuous past, which make the two of them as a couple off-limits—despite the fact that she inspires some of his dirtiest fantasies. He's kept his hands off of her for years . . . until the lines between family loyalty and lust become irrevocably blurred one fateful evening and changes everything between them.

~Excerpt~

As they stared at one another and Ella's smile faded away, Kyle reached out and dragged the pad of his thumb along her soft cheek and didn't hold back what he was feeling. "Is it selfish of me that I'm glad that you're stuck in the city and here with me right now?"

"No," she whispered, not bothering to hide the longing and desire shining in her eyes. "Is it selfish of me that I want you, even knowing it can only be for this one night?"

Another bold and daring invitation that was wreaking havoc with his dwindling willpower. "Ella . . . " His voice was gruff as he watched her tongue shyly skim across her full bottom lip. "You're making it so damn hard to be good."

"I don't want you to be good. I really want you to be bad. With me."

She lifted her hand and touched the cool tips of her fingers against the hollow of his throat, then slowly, gradually caressed them down the middle of his chest, along his abs, and followed the thin trail of hair that led to the waistband of his boxer briefs and the hard length of his eager cock.

He groaned, his chest heaving, and before she could cup him in her hand, he grabbed her hips and hauled her body up against his. She gasped, her eyes widening, but not in shock. No, they were fucking triumphant because she'd finally gotten what she wanted.

Then again, when it came to Ella, she'd been his greatest weakness, and he'd always given her whatever she desired. Why had he thought this would be any different?

He backed her up, and when her ass hit the edge of his dining table, he lifted her so she was sitting on the flat surface. Holding her gaze, he pushed her thighs wide apart and stepped in between, making sure she could feel every fucking inch of his aching dick pressing against that sweet spot between her legs.

He buried his hands in her hair, gently tugging on the roots to tip her head back so she couldn't look away. And Jesus, the need in her eyes, all for him, nearly slayed every last bit of his control. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, because he didn't want her to wake up in the morning with regrets.

She was already unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, revealing the soft, delectable curves of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach . . . "Absolutely sure," she breathed huskily. "Just this one night, Kyle. Please."

It was that last word that shattered his resolve and had him crushing his lips against hers in a hungry, endless kiss while she desperately shrugged out of his shirt until it pooled around her on the table. His tongue swept over hers, the connection turning hotter, deeper, as he angled her head so he had full access to every part of her mouth. Jesus Christ, he wanted to fucking own her.

~Preorder~

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~About the Authors~
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Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels, including the Indie published, Dare to Love Series. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.

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Erika Wilde (aka Janelle Denison) is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50 contemporary romances for multiple print publishers.


Monday, July 17, 2017

3 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT: More than Water series by Renee Ericson


The countdown continues to the blog’s 3rd birthday at the end of the month.🎈🎈🎈 Did you get acquainted with the guests who have already arrived? If not, click HERE to say hi to Annika Martin’s Kinky Bank Robbers and HERE to Jamie Schlosser’s Good Guys.  It’s a fun and eclectic bunch, and this week will further add to the mix. 

Speaking of mixing, after stocking up on liquor last week, I’ve filled science lab beakers with booze because the next guests to arrive just love nerdy fun.  Now, I wonder how much helium I’m going to need to fill these balloons. *Stares at periodic table* I’m so gonna lose at this drinking game. While I brush up on my chemistry, check out these 3 things I love, or in nerd speak Iodine [I] Lutetium [Lu] Vanadium [V]about Renee Ericson’s More than Water characters. 🔬

3. Because you can have science, art, hot sex, humor, opposites attract-friends to lovers romance all in one.
“Don’t underestimate the seductive power of fireworks.” 🎇
This story packs a big punch. It’s got plenty of witty banter that suits this pair well. Foster and EJ are one of my favorite new adult couples because they embrace their different personalities and interests while figuring their way through friendship, love, and their own self awareness one hot artistic or chemistry infused encounter after another. 

2. Bold is Beautiful. 🎨
This heroine isn’t timid or meek. Alongside a spunky personality, EJ’s got balls and she knows how to use them. She really could start her own advice column. I bet it would go something like this:
Q. Dear EJ—What should I do about my cheating boyfriend?
A. Introduce yourself to the other woman, tell her that he’s all hers to blow, slap the cheating bastards face, and move on with a better man. Live happily ever after!
And this:
Q. Dear EJ—My new co-worker is super hot, but he doesn’t date. What should I do?
A. Ask him if he masturbates. That will break the ice!

1. Nerdy is the new sexy.  👓
Even if you are a card carrying member of the Girls Who Love Bad Boys club, you’ll still fall for Foster Blake aka Fozzie.  He’s brainy; he’s built; he’s badass in the bedroom; and he’s a real sweetheart. Yes, even this man of science has a way with words.
 “You. I just want you. Anything else is without you.”

 ~Books in the Series~
#1
More than Water

“‛That’s quite an impressive beaker you have…’” 
‛You were checking out my instrument?’” 

Amazon US • Amazon UK • Amazon AU • Kobo  B&N

#2
More than Kisses
‛I could have sworn I took a ride to space and saw stars on more than one occasion.’”
‛Just don’t ever wave me in for a landing.’” 
‛Why not?...I want you sitting firmly in the cockpit.’”
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#3
More than Us
"I would happily drown in the depths with you...but I would much rather see you free. I want you to fly, and I was hoping you'd be willing to do so with me at your side.”
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~About the Author~
Renee Ericson is the author of the These Days series. Originally from the Midwest, she now resides in a small town just outside of Boston with her husband and three children.
Most winters, Renee can be found on the slopes of the White Mountains skiing with her family. During the summer months, she likes to spend every spare minute at the beach soaking up the sea air. All those moments in between, she is talking to imaginary characters and caring for her children.