COVER REVEAL: Untrainable by Jamie Schlosser

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: December 13, 2018

~Blurb~

It doesn’t take much to become the laughing stock of reality television. Just ask Theodore “Theo-Dog” Legend. Once you’ve pissed on a fire hydrant in front of the paparazzi, no one ever lets you forget it.

Hadley Holiday is on her way to being America’s sweetheart, thanks to her dog training routine on a national talent show. Although she didn’t win first prize, she snagged Theo’s attention and he’ll do just about anything to make her his—even if it means being the butt of everyone’s joke once again.

Hadley wants a career in showbiz. Theo needs to get rid of that doggone nickname—pun intended. Pairing the two together on a new show sounds like a disaster waiting to happen... or it could be the best thing that’s ever happened to them.

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Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two  wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily-ever-afters.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Nick and Eve by Elle Rush

Series: North Pole Unlimited

Genre: Holiday Romance

~Synopsis~

Nick’s plan: dodge his grandmother’s matchmaking attempts by claiming Eve is his date for Christmas. He probably should have asked Eve first.

Although Nick Klassen is grateful when Eve rides to his rescue after he breaks down outside of December, Manitoba, he can’t run fast enough when his meddling grandmother tries to set him up with the pretty tow-truck driver. Then he gets an idea. 

Between juggling extra hours at work and a never-ending Christmas to-do list, Eve LeBlanc doesn’t have time for a new man in her life. But ever since she picked Nick up on the side of the road, she’s been running into him everywhere.

His flirtations started innocently enough but when his grandmother invites “his girlfriend” to the family’s Christmas dinner, Nick realizes if he wants to stop pretending about Eve, he must come clean. Once Eve learns of his deception, he’ll need Santa’s help to turn their fake relationship in the real thing.

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Eve rolled to a stop in the driveway. “This is impressive.” Strings of unlit Christmas lights framed his grandmother’s two-storey house and circled the spruce tree in the front yard. Plastic candy canes stuck in the snowbanks lined the sidewalk, and a pinecone-studded wreath twice the size of the one on the tow-truck’s grill hung from the screen door.

“You should see the inside. Can you wait till I’m certain her car will start? She hasn’t run it in a couple weeks,” Nick said.

His grandmother must have been watching from the window, because the front door opened before they hit the first step. “Come in, it’s freezing out here,” she said.

The entranceway and the adjacent living room were fully Christmas-bombed, from the reindeer-shaped sofa cushions to the double-decker white candy bowl stand, which had a Frosty face and top hat stuck to the top of the wire frame. Nick held back a snicker as Eve spun in a three-sixty and breathed a quiet, “Whoa.”

“You’re not kidding,” he whispered back.

“I’m Adelaide Klassen. Who might you be?” his gran asked. She was dressed for her appointment. After a lifetime of seeing her in business suits at the office, it was always a shock to Nick’s system to see his grey-haired grandmother in jeans and a plaid, flannel shirt.

Eve gave Adelaide’s hand a hearty shake. “Eve LeBlanc, tow-truck driver.”

“It’s lovely to meet you. Are you a special friend of Nick’s?”

Nick sighed. She was starting, and they’d been in the house for thirty seconds. “No, Gran, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“I just picked him up on the side of the road. I must say he is the cutest stray I’ve come across in a while,” Eve added with a smile.

“Don’t encourage her!”

Elle Rush is a contemporary romance author from Winnipeg, Canada. When she’s not travelling, she’s writing books which are set all over the world. From Hollywood to the house next door, her heroes will make you sigh and her heroines will make you laugh out loud.

Elle has a degree in Spanish and French, barely passed German, and has flunked poetry in every language she’s studied, including English. She also has mild addictions to tea, yarn, Christmas decorations, and HGTV renovations shows.

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RELEASE/REVIEW: Double Bosses by Parker Grey

Genre: Contemporary Romance Erotica

~Blurb~

They’re rich, powerful, and alpha af.

And they like to share.

Kade and Lawson are powerful, demanding, and they always get what they want.

In the courtroom. In the office.

And in the bedroom.

What they want? Me.

Their secretary.

Even though I’m innocent and virtually untouched. Even  though I work for them, and it’s absolutely against company policy.

Even though there’s two of them.

There’s no way I should give into their rough, rugged  demands - both my bosses at once?

But then again, maybe I could do with a little overtime…

Double Bosses is a super-sweet, super-steamy read about your favorite kind of threesome ;) This is an MFM book so the action is all about her - no M/M! If you like badass alphas who’ll make you melt, this book is for you!

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2.5 Stars

Lawson Marshall and Kade Chandler are attorneys working together at a firm. Jenna McAlister is their new assistant. They’re both want to have sex with her and she them. 

That’s the premise and pretty much the whole story.

While I appreciated the low angst factor, safety, and absence of OW/OM drama, it just didn’t work for me. There’s a reason women don’t generally swoon over porn.

So I think expectations on this one are going to be key to reader enjoyment. For me, when the blurb says “super-sweet, super-steamy” and the subtitle  reads “An Office Romance” I expect a hot and sweet romance.  But that’s not really what this is.

This is just an erotic tale that plays out like porn, and I’m not saying that because there’s a threesome involved. I can enjoy a well-written ménage romance, but there was nothing here to pull me in or root for these three to get together or stay together. Minimal character development, constant insta-lust monologing, and ridiculous scenarios are what the story is built on. And so I was invested as much as I’d be invested in a porno.

Told via all three of their first person POVs, the guys come across more like two horn dogs who don’t take their jobs seriously rather than smart, professional attorneys. Since there’s really no build-up, I had no clue why they were willing to risk their careers and professional reputation for a girl they barely knew. The fact that they’ve indulged in sharing women before, just made it seem like they were scratching an itch, nothing more. They exhibited a blatant disregard for professionalism and commitment to their clients and cases. I wasn’t wooed by their rebellion against company rules forbidding sexual harassment and fraternization—those policies are there for a good reason. In fact, the guys’ behavior just made them seem cocky, immature, and entitled rather than hot and sexy.

Jenna’s a virgin losing her virginity without protection to two men who are her superiors. 

That requires a lot of trust in two people she hardly knows. As a result, it made her seem foolish, not brazen.  I couldn’t relate with her at all because the whole story is just her getting sexed up; if she had a brain or an opinion there’s no way to tell because I don’t think she uttered an intelligible thought.  Aside from her body and the fact she was willing to take both of them, why did these guys even like her? The reader’s not shown any kind of relationship development outside the naked kind.  Also the imbalanced sexual experience—specifically the virgin heroine—has become so overdone in the romance market. The message—that men can have prior fun but women can’t—is bothersome.

Bottom line, if you just want to read about sex, go for it! Here’s thirty chapters of three nymphos who think they are in love. But thinking about sex and constantly having sex is not the same thing as falling in love so if you need romance and to connect with the characters to find the story a turn-on, this one probably isn’t the one. 

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REVIEW/RELEASE BLITZ: The Assist by Rebecca Jenshak

Series: Smart Jocks #1

Genre: College Sports Romance

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You know those stories where the smart girl tutors the dumb jock? This isn’t it.

Blair

What’s the probability of insulting the one guy on campus I need to help me pass statistics? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing in front of Wes Reynolds begging him to tutor me.

Basketball player, sexy, arrogant, always sleeping through class… these are the things I knew about him. What I didn’t know is that he is a seriously smart jock.

Wes

What’s the best way to get rid of the peppy and unrelenting girl that keeps asking me to tutor her? If I knew, I wouldn’t be staring at her tan legs and attempting to teach her statistics.

Sorority girl, fine as f**k, determined, ball buster… these are the things I knew about her. What I didn’t know is that she is all the things I didn’t realize I wanted or needed.

Or that one semester with her would change everything.

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4.25 Stars

Blair Olson is determined to succeed. That includes getting on the MBA track. Too bad Statistics is kicking her butt. Basketball senior Wes Reynolds sleeps through class. So how he’s not only passing but acing the course is a mystery to Blair. But whatever he’s doing, she’s ready to try.

“‘You’re like the best of both worlds—hot jock meets hot nerd.’

“All I just heard was you calling me hot.’”

Told via their dual first person POV, the banter flows smoothly with these two from the start. Wes is super cute, suave but down-to-Earth, laid back, and not a manwhore. (Score!) 🏀

“Only two types of girls come over to hang at the house. Type one is the ball honeys who have only one objective—landing a basketball player….I stay far, far, like outer space far away from those girls.”

Now I’m personally not a wiz at either statistics or basketball, but I wouldn’t be opposed to Wes teaching me both if I was twenty years younger.

“The black rimmed glasses take him from hot jock to hot smart jock, and I know this must be what it’s like for guys watching a supermodel eat a double cheeseburger. It seems all wrong, and yet, it is sooo right.”

This is one of those stories that kinda makes you long for your college days again. Obviously, the hot guy doesn’t hurt, but it’s more than that. There’s a solid theme of friendship and camaraderie here with both Wes and Blair’s friends who have each other’s backs. I really liked how Wes’s friends were so accepting and supportive of Blair.  Joel’s advice though—that part was not only humorous but it added to the ‘realness’ factor with Wes.

I love romances that build both the ‘getting to know you’ process and the chemistry. This story has both so points for the absence of insta-lust and insta-love.  I’ve found that kissing scenes in contemporary romance are often neglected or difficult to pull off. Not the case here.  It definitely served to steam things up. The sexual tension was severely palpable.

 “His fingers trace up and down my sides in slow movements that leave me equal parts wanting more and wanting just this.”

It has the same affect on the reader. I wanted them to both drag it out and yet hit the sheets.

“Bless ready to get it on.”

Blair is outgoing and optimistic. She’s a pretty strong female character with the exception of one issue that’s she being backed into a corner over. I do wish she would have handled that a little better. It would have been nice to see her set an example to other girls who might end up in the same situation.

But for the most part, these two show maturity, and they inspired each other. That’s a great component for a successful relationship.  I especially thought Wes handled Blair’s problem well, and in many ways, I would have been happier if the story ended there with that conflict solved. But sadly it didn’t. In fact, around the 70-75% mark the story moved from an upbeat ‘love is a journey’ romance into a slightly teen angsty second conflict.  

The book was on track to be a potential 5 star read for me till the conflict dragged up and down the court, and they stopped scoring  (yes read into all the puns). The last quarter lagged. It wasn’t on par with the previous innings. Oh and there was one little itty bitty clichéd moment that served no purpose at all.  I was sorely disappointed because this story almost boasted a clean record for no OW drama till then and it came late in the game.  In non sports lingo, more detailed sexy times with Wes and Blair and less separation would have gone a long way.

I’m also a little disappointed that the next book isn’t Z’s. While Joel was a fun guy, I’m not sure I can get past his manwhore ways. But Z sounds like a saint and I definitely want to read his book. Maybe even Nathan’s if he’s not a player as I have a weakness for grunge guys. 

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“Rise and shine,” Joel says as he nudges me. I’m not asleep.

I wish I were. My eyes are closed, hat pulled down, but there’s no sleep to be had.

“She’s coming back for more.” The tone in his voice is almost inspired.

I don’t have to look up to know who he’s talking about, but I do anyway. She’s the most entertaining thing about this class. Open my eyes and lift the hat, turn it backward so my view isn’t the least bit blocked.

Today she’s wearing little pink shorts that show off tan legs, yellow tennis shoes that don’t match but somehow work, and a bracelet with a little charm around her left ankle. It’s too small to make out, but I stare anyway. Her brown hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and she has a megawatt smile plastered on her face. A big bow on top of her head is all she’d need to look like head cheerleader of my high school fantasies.

“Wes, hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

“What’s up?”

I’m hella impressed by the balls on this chick. She’s put her foot in her mouth, not once, but twice, and damn near insulted the entire student athlete population, but she keeps coming back. She has determination and grit. I admire that about her.

I also am not in the least bit offended by her assumption that I’m a dumb jock. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised she came right out and asked who my tutor was, but I know exactly what it looks like. I’ve fed into the stereotype for years, doing nothing to make it seem otherwise. Well, nothing but get straight A’s.

“I have sort of a favor.”

“What’s up?” I stand to walk with her out of the class.

“The tutor center was a bust. I know you said . . .” She looks like she’s choosing her words carefully. “Do you have old study notes or tests from previous semesters?”

“Still convinced I’m not capable of passing on my own, huh?”

“I’m sorry, really, no offense. I just want in on whatever study materials you’re using. I can’t afford to fail another test. What’s your secret?”

The secret? I’m fucking smart. Photographic memory smart and statistics is my whole world, but I can’t resist messing with her.

“You know, saying no offense doesn’t make whatever you’re saying less offensive. It just makes you feel better about saying something offensive.”

Joel snickers behind me. I just can’t resist fucking with her. She’s making it too easy.

“Sorry. I’m really so sorry. What about the other guys on the team? Anyone have any awesome math tutors who aren’t available to us non-jock students? I can pay.” 

“Couldn’t say for sure, but I don’t think so. Most the guys hold their own academically.” I lean in catching a whiff of her hair. It smells good—like sugar cookies or candy canes or something sugary sweet that I want to sink my teeth into. “Shocking, I know.”

Her shoulders slump in defeat, and I can tell she’s finally accepted that I have no answers for her. At this point, I almost wish I knew of someone to send her to. I don’t exactly travel in circles that clue me in on secret study sessions and underground tutor societies.

“Thanks anyway.” She gives a little wave with the hand clutched around the strap of her backpack.

Joel catches up to me, and we watch as she crosses the campus toward the library. “Dude. That chick . . .”

“I know,” I say, and we continue to stare after her completely awe stricken.

Rebecca Jenshak is a self-proclaimed margarita addict, college basketball fanatic, and Hallmark channel devotee. A Midwest native transplanted to the desert, she likes being outdoors (drinking on patios) and singing (in the shower) when she isn't writing books about hot guys and the girls who love them.

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