# Book Blitz #Just a Phase by M.J. Marstens (Not Another Teen Wolf, #1)@Xpresso Book Tours31/8/2021
Just a Phase
-- EXCERPT: “I’ll tell you in exchange for something,” I bargain. Rue squints at me warily. “What?” “I’ll tell you where we’re going and what we’re doing, if you give me a kiss.” I hear Rue’s heartbeat speed up at these words. She might say she wants the omega as her mate, but her body is finely tuned to mine. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I nearly groan at the sight. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and she’s sending out all the right signals. She just needs to turn off her brain. I see her body war with her mind, and I know the moment her flesh wins. Her lithe frame becomes soft, and she leans in towards me. “One kiss--that’s all.” “One kiss,” I promise, leaning over. “Well, not now!” Rue shrieks. “You’re driving!” I chuckle at her outrage. “Okay, when we get there, then.” Exactly thirty seconds later, I stop the car. “What are you doing?” she demands. “We’re here--and I want my kiss.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Backup, buddy! You’re not getting that smooch for free. You tell me where we are right now.” Rue peers out her window into the night. She hasn’t admitted it, but I know she can’t see anything. I wish she would tell me more about why she’s not like a normal wolf, but trust will come with time. If I want her to confide in me, I need to respect Rue’s boundaries. “We’re at my grandma’s house,” I finally confess, making her gasp. “Your grandma’s house?!” “I told you I was going to feed you homemade tortillas and margaritas. What better place than at my grandma’s where you can meet my family, too.” “But—but—but—” she splutters, “we could’ve done this back at the mansion!” “Nah. I only make tortillas and margaritas at my abuela’s. Do you not want to meet them?” “It’s not that—it’s just this is like tenth date shit, ya know?” “I’m working with only three and a half days, so I’m speeding things up,” I remind with a wink. Rue snorts. “I’d say. Well, don’t think you can just skip all the bases and go to home plate, mister!” she admonishes severely. “I know that’s a sports analogy, but I don’t get it,” I admit. Rue’s tinkling laugh dances around us, and I can sense her irritation at my date plan fading away. “Not a human saying you know, huh? It means that first base is kissing, second base is er, feeling one another up… third base is—shit. You know what? I don’t even know what the bases really are anymore except for first and home. Everyone changes them, but first is always kissing and home plate is when you finally bump uglies. You know—” “Yes, I know,” I cut in. “Humans make sports analogies for sex?” “Yep.” “Strange. If I promise not to shoot it in your hoop before you dribble my balls, can we just try a kiss?” Rue clutches her stomach as she bends, giggling hysterically. “That’s not a saying!” she wheezes. “Well, how am I supposed to know which sports analogies work and don’t work?” I get out of the car and walk over to her side. Smoothly, I open her door and pull her out to me. “Now, about that kiss.”
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Glitter & Greed
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Cat hadn’t seen me sitting at the bar yet, and I had no clue what to expect when she eventually did. I had no say in anything she did with her life, so she’d have every right to have my ass kicked out of that club. There had only ever been one outcome by showing up there. That I’d be one step closer to insanity. An arm belonging to one of the rowdy drunks near the stage suddenly shot out and wrapped around Cat’s middle. She had to quickly balance her tray of empty glasses when he roughly yanked her onto his suited lap. I immediately looked toward the security guys standing near the entrance, but the two bouncers were trying to break up a heated altercation between two customers and were distracted by their shouting to pay attention to her. There was a no touching rule at this club, even if it wasn’t always strictly enforced. If they threw out every single guy that patted one of the girls on the ass, they wouldn’t have any customers left. This was a whole lot of goddamn touching. Cat tried to push to her feet, but he pulled her right back down. It was the first time I’d ever seen her smile waver with uncertainty. She normally wore a mask of indifference—or numbness—when she worked at Rumors. It was like nothing got to her. Nothing made her wobble. This motherfucker was bothering her. You could see it stamped all over her face. The way her mouth tightened, her shoulders stiffened. She was gripping her tray like she was seconds away from whacking him over the head with it. I’d had enough. The dumbass was lucky I’d restrained this much and hadn’t already dropped him. Downing the rest of my beer in two gulps, I slammed the glass onto the bar and moved in their direction. Even the nearly obliterated guys who were a few sips away from passing out on the floor got out of my way. They knew by the look on my face not to fuck with me. I was still several feet away when Cat’s head jerked in my direction, as if she sensed my presence. Her eyes widened in fear. The action irritated me. The last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid of me. But then I realized… She was afraid for him. She’d already seen me in action. She knew what kind of damage I could inflict. I came to a stop right next to the son of a bitch in the rumpled suit. His four buddies around the table were just as sloshed as he was but all shrank back in their seats at the sight of me. His hand still had a firm grasp on Cat’s waist as his glazed eyes slowly ticked up to me. “The next dance is mine,” I grated in a menacingly low voice. He glared through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, yeah? You already pay for it?” He reached into his pocket and threw down a one-hundred-dollar bill. I snorted in both disbelief and fury. Did he really think that was all she was worth? A measly hundred bucks? As padded as my bank account had gotten over the last year, I’d never possess enough money for what she was worth. Her value went beyond money anyway. To reduce her to a dollar sign was fucking insulting. I pulled out my entire money clip and threw it on top of his bill. It was thick and heavy, and all you could see were hundreds. His eyes widened. He swallowed nervously. Yeah, motherfucker. And I’ll keep going. Hell, I’d bankrupt the asshole before I let him think he could ever have a moment of Cat’s time. In fact, he had approximately three more seconds to get his fucking hands off. And that was me being generous. Luka Rossetti was not fucking generous. 
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Defender
-- EXCERPT: At least an hour must have passed when she came across a flowing stream and saw a doe and her fawn getting a drink. It was such a calming sight, she paused at the edge of the trees so as not to startle them. The last tension eased from her tight muscles as she listened to the rush of water, birds trilling, and squirrels and who knew what other critters scampering among the trees. Once the deer left, she found a grassy spot, sat down, removed her shoes, and rolled up her pant legs. “Holy crap!” Skye exclaimed the moment she stuck her feet in the water, never expecting it to be so cold. To amuse herself, she lifted them out then dipped back in, over and over until her lower legs and feet were pink and she’d grown accustomed to the chill. With the last rays of the descending sun beating down on her shoulders, she set about splashing like a kid, hard enough for drops of cool water to hit her face, replacing the damp sheen of perspiration her long trek had produced. Skye was having so much fun acting silly, giggling like a teenage girl, she didn’t hear the approach of a horse until an amused voice interrupted her reprieve. “We meet again, sweetheart.” With a startled gasp and annoying return of tension, she jumped up and spun around, staring at the man sitting astride a beautiful tan mare, leaning forward on one corded forearm braced on the pommel. A brown Stetson shielded his eyes but not his dark-shadowed jawline, a sexy contrast to the sandy blond hair curling around his tanned neck. “So we do. I’m not your sweetheart,” she answered tartly, finding the generic endearment as irksome as the interruption of her first relaxing moments since rousing to a dead man and memory loss. His heart-tripping grin widened and did something to her insides despite her annoyance. “I call all the girls sweetheart.” That flippant reply grated as much as his intrusion on her fun. Gritting her teeth, Skye narrowed her eyes. “I’m not a girl.” He straightened and nudged his hat up, revealing his slow, nipple-tingling, pussy-dampening bright blue scan up and down her body as he drawled, “I have to disagree there, sweetheart.”
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Vic Vaughn is Vicious
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Audible IMPORTANT! The eBook will release a day early on Nook, Apple, and KOBO (August 30th) and then IMMEDIATELY BE TAKEN OFF SALE so that Vic Vaughn is Vicious can go directly into Kindle Unlimited. -- EXCERPT: “Wanna go out there?” he asks me. I don’t know what to say. I mean, not particularly. I don’t want to go out there. I want to stay in here with him. I want to study every inch of this room. I want to know this man. Turning away from the open doors, I shake my head a little and once again concentrate on all the things in this space that give away hints to who and what he is. The bed is just a mattress set on top of stacks of wooden pallets. It’s not made. But that just makes it more interesting, not less. His sheets and pillowcases are light gray satin, but his comforter is a dark gray luxurious velvet. I can only imagine what it feels like to sleep in his bed with those two contrasting textures on either side of your body. Then I picture what it would feel like to lie next to him in that bed. To be his. I let out a breath and allow my eyes to wander up the wall where there are more framed pictures. Magazine covers. Tattoo magazine covers, specifically. And his face. Vic Vaughn is Vicious, the cover in the center reads. He’s standing next to me and I cannot stop the quick rotation of my head in his direction as I realize just who I am with. “You’re… him.” “Him?” He smiles coyly. Then he nods his chin at the magazine covers. “I’m him. Wanna run away now?” I shake my head, then whisper, “Not a chance.” He closes the short distance between us, slipping behind me. And when his lips lower down to the exposed skin on the back of my neck, I have to suck in a breath and try my best not to shiver. His fingertips slide up my arms and then he slips them back down, taking my coat along for the ride. I turn to face him just as he slips his jacket off too. Then he walks over to a large, open closet and hangs them both on wooden hangers. I don’t know why this simple act makes me tingle all over, but it does. And he knows it does. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me. “How old are you?” I ask. “Way too old for you. What about you? Wanna admit to it?” Not sure if I do. But I say it anyway. “Nineteen. Do you want me to leave now?” “I think I want you to stay forever.” 
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Cursed by FireBlood & Magic: FireBorn #1 by Danielle Annette Publication Date: February 18, 2018 Genres: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Get your FREE copy: Amazon US Blood is going to spill … It won’t be mine. Someone is feeding the flames, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. The victims are innocents, chosen to pit the shifter Pack and the vampire Coven against one another. If war breaks out, humanity won’t survive. But controlling fire is my thing, and I won’t let that happen. I’m a mercenary, but this is about so much more than money. It’s my city and someone is threatening it. I won’t stop until I find them. When the good guys start to look more like villains, I have no choice but to question everything I knew, including the people I thought I could trust. It turns out the humans might not be as helpless as they seem, and I’m in more danger than I realized.About Danielle AnnettDanielle Annett is a USA Today Bestselling Author. She likes to write about kick butt heroines in volatile settings and apologizes in advance for all of the cliffhangers in your future. She can’t help herself. But she promises that they’ll all be worth it in the end.Website | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Reader Group
Sanctioned
-- EXCERPT: DUNCAN Why am I so bloody nervous? I’m a trained hostage negotiator for Christ’s sake. I’ve talked people through some of the most stressful situations there are. “You’ve got this,” I say to myself and take a deep breath before getting out of my modern black Dodge Charger. I can’t mess this up. I need to get working again. Natalie is rounding the corner as I enter Cole Security Forces. As the office manager, I had my initial interview with her, and she’s the one I’ve had the most contact with since. I give her a little wave. “I’ll be right back,” she says, passing by me with a file in her hand. When she returns, the file is gone and she tells me I’ll be meeting with Carolina Borden in her office. “Carolina is on loan to us for your assessment.” She doesn’t say from where. Even though Natalie told me the next stage of the hiring process was a psychological assessment, the words put me on edge. My stomach swirls with nerves. “Sparkles!” someone yells as we pass an office. It sounded like Mark. I’ve only met him once, but I’d recognize his voice anywhere. Natalie turns to me. “Sorry. The boss needs me,” she says. “My office is the next one. Carolina is waiting there for you.” “Thanks, Natalie.” I continue to her office. When I get there, I raise my hand to knock, but pause, enjoying the view. Carolina is nothing like I imagined. She looks at her phone, completely unaware I’m watching her. I should probably knock but pause to enjoy the view a little longer instead. Her long black hair is pulled up and I find myself wondering what it looks like when it’s not tied up. I clear my throat and she looks at me with the most beautiful dark eyes I’ve ever seen. I introduce myself and offer her my hand. She stands to greet me. “Nice to meet you, Duncan,” she says, and I detect a subtle Spanish accent that cuts straight to my heart. Keep it together, Duncan. You’re a professional. Here for the job, that’s it. I let out a quick breath to remind myself I need to stay at the top of my game if I’m going to pass this assessment. Getting this job will be a major step in moving on with my life. No one can know what happened in Cartagena. Carolina starts the assessment by asking if I know what it’s all about. Natalie mentioned what happened with a couple former employees and I know they want to make sure I’m not going to lose it like those two. Delta Force was no walk in the park. I’ve seen a lot of shit and lost a lot of friends. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is all too common in the military. I explain that I’ve seen a therapist in the past and believe my symptoms have completely resolved. I keep the reason for the PTSD general. There’s no way I’m telling her it was because of what happened in Cartagena. “All right,” she says and puts on a pair of dark-rimmed glasses. When she looks up from her notepad, I get a strong sexy librarian vibe. What’s wrong with me? I need to focus if I’m going to pass this assessment. “Let’s get started,” she says. I fold my hands in front of me and hang on her every word. My answers are short and to the point. I keep her talking as long as possible so I can enjoy that sultry accent. When she finishes the verbal assessment, she hands me a two-page self-assessment and asks me to fill it out. She offers me her pen and I grab it close enough to her hand that I skim one of her fingers as I take it. The pen is warm from her touch and I let the heat soak into my hand as I write. Get a grip, Duncan, get a grip.
GIVEAWAY! Hosted by:  Synopsis: A bone-chilling family history is unearthed in a heart-stopping thriller by New York Times bestselling author Anne Frasier. Convicted serial killer Benjamin Fisher has finally offered to lead San Bernardino detective Daniel Ellis to the isolated graves of his victims. One catch: he’ll only do it if FBI profiler Reni Fisher, his estranged daughter, accompanies them. As hard as it is to exhume her traumatic childhood, Reni can’t say no. She still feels complicit in her father’s crimes. Perfect to play a lost little girl, Reni was the bait to lure unsuspecting women to their deaths. It’s time for closure. For her. For the families. And for Daniel. He shares Reni’s obsession with the past. Ever since he was a boy, he’s been convinced that his mother was one of Fisher’s victims. A five-hundred-mile road trip lies ahead. Thirty years of bad memories are flooding back. A master manipulator has gained their trust. For Reni and Daniel, this isn’t the end of a nightmare. It’s only the beginning.  My thoughts: Anne Frasier's dark thriller Find Me has a chilling premise. Imagine a little girl being used as a bait to lure innocent, young women to their deaths at the hand of a serial killer. What if she thought it was just a game she was playing with her loving, caring father? Benjamin Fisher, nicknamed the Inland Empire Kiler, because he murdered and buried his numerous victims somewhere between L.A. and Mojave Desert, Benjamin Fisher was Reni Fisher's loving and caring father. Caught when Reni was eight years old, after one of his victims escaped and identified him (he was her university professor of psychology, Benamin never revealed the places where the bodies were buried. Now he wants to talk. He is willing to lead Detective Daniel Ellis to those shallow graves. It might be true or it might be just a trick to get out of the prison for a day. Daniel doesn't care. He will do anything possible togive the victims' families closure. The only problem is that Benjamin Fisher has a condition. He wants his now 38-year-old daughter to be there. Reni hasn't seen him or been in contact fgor the last thirty years, since the day of his arrest. Daniel, who is nothing if not determined, finds Reni and manages to persuade her to cooperate. Reni is a former FBI profiler. Daniel once attended her talk at Quantico and even asked her if she felt complicit in her father's crimes. I won't tell you what she replied, because the whole book is the answer. Daniel also has a personal agenda, although not many people know about it. His mother,who was raising him alone, disappeared when he was a child and he has always suspected she was one of the Inland Empire Killer's victims whose bodies were never found. The protagonists are well-written characters whose whole lives have been marked bywhat happened to them when they were children. Reni's mother warns Daniel that Reni is fragile, psychologically vulnerable. There is a reason why Reni had a breakdown and later chose to live as a hermit in a desert cabin, making pottery and healing in the only way she knew. Reni has always had a complicated relationship with her mother, who claimed she didn't know anything about Benjamin's crimes... The writing is very engaging -it's almost impossible to put this short, compelling book down. You think you have everything figured out and then twists start coming right, left, and centre until the nail-biting end which becomes a race to survive and save another person's life. The setting of the Mojave desert is very atmospheric. It isn't just gorgeous sunsets and majestic Joshua trees, it's a place that can kill or heal you, depending on how prepared and how attuned you are to nature. This is the only place Reni feels safe in, because its' the place that lets her be herself, not an accidental passenger in other people's journeys. To be honest, the book ends in an open way. It could have been a standalone- there is a sense of closure and a lot of things are cleared. There are other things which remain a secret and might or might not berevealed in the next book. Can't wait to read it and find out which direction Anne Frasier chose for this fascinating series. Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher (Thomas & Mercer) for the review copy, provided in exchange for an honest opinion.  Anne Frasier is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. The Body Reader received the 2017 THRILLER AWARD for Best Paperback Original from International Thriller Writers. Other honors include a RITA for romantic suspense and a Daphne du Maurier Award for paranormal romance. Her memoir The Orchard was an O, The Oprah Magazine Fall Pick; a One Book, One Community read; a B+ review in Entertainment Weekly; and one of the Librarians' Best Books of 2011.
Seeking Snow Falls
-- EXCERPT: Adam bent his head and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “When we tell you these things, we mean them. We’ll explain more, but in our pride, mates mean everything. We don’t abandon them. We cherish them for all time. No matter what.” His words seeped through and warmed me from deep within. “Thank you, Adam.” Cameron shifted closer and placed a large hand on my back. “We will always be here for you, kotyonok.” “I see that Adam took advantage of my absence.” Connor smirked as he strode through the room in a pair of gray sweatpants that hung loose on his hips and tight white shirt. Fuck, I think I preferred him in the blanket. That was less distracting. This… This outfit put everything on display and out there. Including the outline of his solid cock. And holy shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said his feet were proportioned with his cock. My mouth parted as my eyes honed in on the obvious bulge in his pants. I’d seen it in all it’s glory before, but encased in gray sweatpants? Yeah, I was a goner. Damn these men and their perfect bodies. They were probably going to be the death of me. Have it be known that I, Laney Ashford, would die of sheer sexual frustration. Because I still couldn’t believe that these men wanted anything to do with me. Nope. Absolutely not. “Like what you see, kitten?” My brow furrowed together at Connor’s teasing words. “If you’re going to call me kitten, why don’t you say it in Russian, like Cameron?” One perfect eyebrow rose as Connor stalked toward me. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and I hung on every move that his lythe body made. With a hand planted on either side of Adam and I on the couch, Connor leaned down and ran the tip of his nose along the soft skin of my cheek. “I’ll let Cam have that name. I’ll come up with something better. Besides, I tend to call Adam kitten. For now, little Laney works just fine.”
GIVEAWAY! Hosted by: Every other Friday, Edna Esh and three of her childhood friends meet to bake sugar cookies for their respective church districts on worship Sunday. It's a time to give to the Plain community--and give support to each other as they share their joys and fears . . . Edna's friend, Verna Bontrager, has a problem. Her outspoken twenty-year-old daughter, Myrna, has been fired from her job. Again. Myrna's family really needs her to chip in, but she's clearly unsuited to customer service--not to mention that her sharp tongue scares away any boy who might come courting. But Edna has an idea--and his name is Ezekiel Riehl. A widower with four young children, Ezekiel needs help. His house and his brood are a mess; his demeanor is gruff. It's no surprise Myrna takes an immediate dislike to him. Yet she has no choice but to take on the challenge--and soon she starts to create order out of chaos. In fact, the kids begin to depend on Myrna--and so does Ezekiel. The truth is, she's fallen in love with him. But if he's to prove he's not looking for a marriage of convenience, he'll have to convince her of what's in his heart . . .  My thoughts.
This very entertaining book focuses on four middle-aged friends -Edna Esh, Mary Ropp, Wilma Schwartz, and Verna Bontreger who enjoy meeting each other and baking together twice a month, What they really want is to keep each other company, share news or ask for advice- be there for each other. They don't actually like being called The Cookie Club, because the name implies exclusivity and membership and that is against their beliefs. All four have grown-up children and feel that theirmotherhood has entered a different stage with diffrent kind of challenges. Mary's daughter is too shy, Edna's eldest son is twenty five and isn't in a hurry to court anyone, Wilma's twin daughters bicker a lot, and Verna's daughter Myrna has been fired from six diffrent stores for being too opinionated and outspoken for somebody whose job it is to deal with customers. The four friends wreck their brains how to help Myrna, who isn't spoilt or lazy, but has already aquired a reputation of being difficult. While Myrna is helping out in her father's shop (no talking to any customers, please,wecan't afford to lose business), the four cookie ladies are looking for another job for her. Ideally, they would like her to help out with housework or looking after children in an Amish household. When an opportunity presents, Myrna isn't exactly thrilled. Ezekiel Riehl is a widower with four children, the youngest of whom is a one-year-old baby. Zeke isn't looking for a second wife, he just wants somebody reliable and honest. Myrna may not know much about looking after kids, but she is industrious and kind-hearted. It is blatantly obvious that Zeke and his children do need her help. The main message here is that communication is important. Gossip can cause a lot of intentional/unintentional harm and unhappiness, and it is better to clarify/ask direct questions than jump to conclusions and get it all horribly wrong. The book is very easy to read and I really liked the main characters and their interactions. My niggle is that Myrna appears to go through a huge change in a very short time. The club ladies say that sometimes it is better not to drag things out as long courtships do not necessarily mean stronger marriages. Could it be the case that Myrna has finally found people who do not just put up with her opinions, but appreciate them, as well as her organising skills? Looking forward to reading other titles in the series! Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the review copy. 
WRITTEN FOR YOUby Robin Bielman Publication Date: August 23, 2021 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Amara, Contemporary, Romance, Friends to Lovers   Amazon: https://amzn.to/3xQCABf iTunes: https://apple.co/2Usbra5 B&N: https://bit.ly/3soKu3E Kobo: https://bit.ly/3AQvw9E Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/3iTBiAX Amazon AUS: https://amzn.to/3sqsLbW Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2UpFizM
SYNOPSIS Cam Radcliffe is on a deadline to write his next blockbuster action film, but all he can think about lately is writing romance. The inspiration? His best friend, Reese. They’ve known each other for years, but suddenly working in the same office has given him a whole new appreciation of her. Reese is driving him wild in the best possible way, and Cam only hopes it isn’t obvious. If she knew, he’s certain their friendship would reach The End. So, of course, Reese figures it out. But the awkward, negative response he expected is nothing like the reality—like they’re living their own romcom. A romcom that’s giving him the worst case of writer’s block at the absolute worst time in his career. Especially when the secret Reese has been forced to keep comes out…and threatens to ruin everything.
ABOUT ROBIN BIELMAN
Robin Bielman is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, frequent coffee shops (and by frequent she means daily but she’s trying to break the habit), and spend time with her family. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas. She writes with a steady stream of caffeine nearby (see above) and the best dog on the planet, Harry, by her side. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch on social! Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Bookbub | Goodreads | Amazon Author Profile | Entangled Publishing | Newsletter
My thoughts:
Friends-to-lovers is one of my favourite tropes, so when I read the description for Robin Bielman's new book Written For You, I knew I'm in for a treat! If you're looking for a perfect summer read (it's not too late!), consider this sweet and sexy story. Reese Resnick and Cam Radcliff have known each other since they were kids. Their adopted moms are best friends. In fact, Cam's mom Pixie is Reese's godmother. Needless to say, they know each other very well. Reese knows how lovely and considerate Cam is and how hard he has been working tobuild his career of a scriptwriter. His latest action movie was a huge success. Now he is on a tight deadline to produce something equally engaing, but all this pressure is blocking his creativity. Perhaps,it will be easier to write at home surrounded by his loving parents and his brothers? Cam knows that Reeese has changed a lot of jobs over the years, unable to find the career that would be both enjoyable and stimulating at the same time. She's been working for a talent agency for the last three months, reading script submissions. While Cam may have her doubts whether she is going to stick with this job as well, Reese is convinced she has finally discovered her real vocation. When Cam's aggressive agent approaches and bullies her into spying on Cam's progress with the script, he does it by threatening to get her fired from her dream job. Reese is always welcome to stay at her godmother's house is going to make sure Cam writes the best script of his life and she is going to help him. There's so much at stake and I don't mean just their jobs, but also the life-long friendship and their easy-going family dynamics, so only very strong attraction and 'blazing' chemistry can force the two protagonists to risk everything and finally change the nature of their relationship. Reese is a sweet, fun-loving girl and deep down she knows what her heart wants. Cam is a writer who is a bit slow to recognise how perfect their own story is. Luckily, his adoptive brothers Nash and Gael are there to tease and nudge him in the right direction. Reese and Cam worry about their parents discovering their budding romance, but in reality it has always been obvious to anyone that they were made for each other. The story is set in a small town of Rustic Creek and I loved all the adventures and fun moments Reese and Cam get up to on their mission to help Cam produce his masterpiece. My favourite has got to be the library prank, but there were lots of others. If you are a fan of the small town setting, you'll love Rustic Creek. Lovely romcom recommended to anyone who enjoys the friends-to-lovers trope! Thank you to NetGalley, Entangled Publishing, the author and IndieSage PR for the ARC which I reviewed honestly and voluntarily. |
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