Spotlight: Island Side (Book #2: High Tide/Island Side Duet) by Michelle Mankin

Hollie Lesowski is a beautiful young actress locked in a legal battle with one of the most powerful and feared directors in Hollywood, a man who betrayed and hurt her, a man she mistakenly believed was her father.
 
Maximillian Cash is her bodyguard, a blond, blue-eyed giant sworn to protect her. Gentle despite his imposing presence, he seems to be just right for her. But can she trust him with her deepest secrets? 
 
Diesel Le is a rock star in her sister’s band. Devastatingly sexy and annoyingly arrogant, the former pro surfer from Hawaii delights in driving her and everyone else crazy. So, why does she have to continually remind herself to stay away from him?
 
Two uniquely handsome men tempt her. Both want to make her their own. But one is her employee, and the other is a confirmed player.
 
Will she be swept away by temptation?
 
High Tide and Island Side is a heart-twisting, gut-churning, page-turning, coming-of-age duet. It is a triangular second-chance love story with two compelling alpha males but no cheating. Romantic and suspenseful, it sparkles with the glitz of Hollywood, sizzles with the tropical heat of Hawaii, and steals your breath at times, but it will also make your spirit soar. 
 
Don’t miss High Tide and Island Side by New York Times bestselling author Michelle Mankin, the highly anticipated two-part conclusion to the Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances series.

 

 

Michelle Mankin is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels. 
 
Fall in love with a rock star. 
 
Love Evolution, Love Revolution, and Love Resolution are a BRUTAL STRENGTH centered trilogy,combining the plot underpinnings of Shakespeare with the drama, excitement, and indisputable sexiness of the rock ‘n roll industry. 
 
Things take a bit of an edgier, once upon a time turn with the TEMPEST series. These pierced,tatted, and troubled Seattle rockers are young and on the cusp of making it big, but with serious obstacles to overcome that may prevent them from ever getting there. 
 
Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series. 
 
Get swept away by temptation in the ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series. 
 
Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters. 
 
The ROCK F*CK CLUB series is a girl-power fueled reality show with the groupies choosing the rock stars. 
 
When Michelle is not prowling the streets of her Texas town listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends, sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.

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Cover Reveal, Excerpt, and Sweepstakes: Work Violation (Book #2: Cook County Series) by BJ Harvey

Ronnie Nelson likes to be chased.
Jaxon Cook loves a challenge.
Ronnie wants a man who pulls out all the stops.
Jax doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.
Seems like a match made in heaven. Until an unexpected development—of the ‘call me Professor Cook’ variety—makes their attraction a lot more forbidden.
Now, committing a work violation has become a forgone conclusion and the chase just became a lot more complicated. 
Lucky for Ronnie, Jax loves breaking the rules.
Lucky for Jax, Ronnie does too.

Excerpt

Having entered his address into my car’s GPS, what I don’t expect to pull up to is a giant Barbie-pink monstrosity that looks like a wonky castle—a wonky, seen-better-days eyesore that should be leveled instead of flipped. 

I’ve been to each of the houses Jamie and his brothers have worked on so far and none of them ever came close to being this rundown before they were renovated. I knew Jax was living in the “pink house,” as it was slated by Jamie and April, but I didn’t know it was this bad. 

Putting my Prius in park, I look out my window and take a minute to try and see whatever potential the guys must’ve conjured up when they bought this place. 

The trim is pink, the porch is pink, the damn door is fuchsia and the turrets—yes, it even has two freaking towers on either side—are too-much-sun-in-summer pink. It’s so bright and garish it’s giving me flashbacks of my childhood when my mom would make Gilly and I wear matching froufrou dresses to church every Sunday, the kind that would enter the building before we did. 

My perusal is interrupted when my phone vibrates on the passenger seat. 

Jax – Are you going to sit out there and admire Her Majesty or come inside and get a private tour?

Ronnie – I’m too scared to come any closer in case Barbie and her merry minions hold me captive and roll me in pink glitter.

Jax – Now, now, don’t besmirch the house without seeing her in all her grand, blushing beauty.

Ronnie – She’s blushing alright, with embarrassment. Barbie called, she wants her Dream House back.

Jax – Barbie is too busy getting porked by Ken. She’s moved on to a beach house in Malibu, playing happy polygamy with Ken and his transgender lover, Kendra.

Ronnie – You seem to know a lot about Barbie

Jax – Just get your ass out of that prissy Prius and come inside.

Ronnie – If I start turning blond and saying like in every sentence, promise you’ll take me out the back and put me out of my misery.

Jax – Veronica . . .

Ronnie – Yeah, yeah. I’m coming, Ken.

Jax – Fucking finally, Barbie.

Ronnie – Call me that again and you’ll start sounding like my prissy Prius.

I grab my purse and get out of the car, locking it behind me and walking through—you guessed it—the pink picket-fence gate toward the front door. He appears just as I step onto the porch. 

“Did you find the place okay?” he says with a grin.

“NASA called, said I couldn’t miss the massive pink pimple called your house.”

 

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer, and a funny romance thinker upper. An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly and loving every minute of it. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and hails from what she considers as the best country in the world—New Zealand—although she currently lives in Perth, Australia.

Release Day Spotlight: Meant to be Different (Meant to be Series) by Amelia Foster

 

As a teen, I had my life figured out: graduate and make my dream of being a bull riding champion a reality. That is right up until the goth girl transferred to my school. Georgia laid the snark on as thick as her eyeliner, but I saw through the toughened façade and fell for her. Hard. 
She was willing to give up her own dream to follow me as I pursued my passion, but I couldn’t let her do that. So, I made the hardest decision of my life…and walked away.
It’s been twelve years since I left home without her and the all-grown-up Georgia is just as feisty and fiery as she was back then. It’s clear she has no intention of making redemption easy for me. Thankfully, I’m a patient man who knows what he wants. I’ve never stopped loving her, and I know she feels the same. 
Back then I was a rhinestone cowboy, and she was a dark angel, complete opposites, yet we fell in love anyway. We weren’t meant to be like every other cookie cutter couple, we were meant to be different.

 

 

Books, coffee, and chocolate make up both the heart and body mass that is better known as Amelia Foster. She has been a lifelong lover of the written word, both as a reader and an author, and completed her first manuscript at the ripe old age of five complete with illustrations. Sadly, her art was a medium that never improved over time although thankfully her writing has.
From sweet to salacious the only requirement Amelia has in books she reads – and definitely in the ones she crafts – is an excessively satisfying happily ever after… and then a little bit more.
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Review: Twilight Empress (Book #1: The Theodosian Women Series) by Faith L. Justice

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Twilight Empress tells the little-known story of a remarkable woman—Galla Placidia, sister to one of the last Roman Emperors. Roman princess, Gothic captive and queen—Placidia does the unthinkable—she rules the failing Western Roman Empire—a life of ambition, power and intrigue she doesn’t seek, but can’t refuse. Her actions shape the face of Western Europe for centuries. A woman as well as an Empress, Placidia suffers love, loss, and betrayal. Can her strength, tenacity and ambition help her survive and triumph over scheming generals, rebellious children, and Attila the Hun? Or will the Dark Ages creep closer and bring down the Empire?

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Source: NetGalley and Raggedy Moon Books          Rating: 5/5 stars

In my non-book reading, reviewing, and blogging life, I am a trained Art Historian who has been teaching Art History for nigh on twenty years.  For most of these years, I have taught a wonderfully preserved and beautifully decorated site in Ravenna, Italy known as the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia.  Though there is little remaining, historically speaking, about her life, what we do know as fact is terribly fascinating and indicative of a woman far, far ahead of her time and place.

I knew going into Twilight Empress there would be a greater emphasis on the fiction part of historical fiction.  This is often a very tricky thing for an author when there is so little to be relied upon from the historical record and if it isn’t dealt with in just the right way, the book becomes an absolute disaster.  From the first chapter I knew I had something special: Justice has taken what little there is, historically, and woven those precious few facts into a compelling story about a woman bound and determined to protect her rightful place in the world and ensure the places of her children. 

As with so many women of the period, and particularly royal women, Galla Placidia was seen as a pawn, a piece to be placed in the game of thrones.  As a member of the royal family of the failing Roman Empire, Galla Placidia faced great adversity and was used by her family to their advantage rather than her own.  However, Galla Placidia refused to be anyone’s pawn and with her strength, capabilities, education, and connections, she was often able to turn incredibly difficult situations into something good or, at the very least, tolerable.  Case in point: her first marriage was to her captor and her second to a man she was never able to love.  The first marriage brought Galla Placidia the title of Queen and the respect of many among the barbarian hordes, the second marriage brought her two children, an elevated royal title among her own family, and the assurances of her son’s right to inherit the throne.  To be sure, Galla Placidia knew how to use her intelligence, how to manipulate when necessary, and how to remain loyal and worthy of respect and loyalty in the worst of circumstances.

The Bottom Line:  This was my first Faith L. Justice read and it certainly will not be my last.  Justice took the story of a woman I have long been interested in and created a world in which she has once again come to life.  From her time amongst the Goths to her reign over the western half of the Roman Empire, Galla Placidia led with integrity, loyalty, shrewdness, and cunning.  Though I was familiar with her story prior to reading this book, I found myself completely entranced and loving the heavily fictionalized portion of this solid historical fiction.  I found every aspect of this book to be well-researched, well-written, and woven together (the history with the fiction) is a most pleasing manner.  As if this all weren’t enough, Twilight Empress is just the first of the books in The Theodosian Women series.

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Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, Ravenna, Italy

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Excerpt: The Chocolate Shop by J.J. Spring

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Laura Beckman’s comfortable suburban life would be perfect but for her daughter. Four years earlier, Brooke abandoned her husband and her own young daughter to run off with a musician. Now back home with her tail between her legs, Brooke’s self-loathing boils over in the face of her mother’s unrelenting condemnation.
Laura’s world is turned upside down after witnessing the long, painful death of her husband. In the search for a better version of herself, she creates the Chocolate Shop which grants terminally ill patients one last wish (e.g returning to the Rockette stage, having sex one last time, even skydiving). Laura then lovingly helps her clients slip away to a peaceful death. Laura must dodge the police who suspect she’s committing second-degree murder, and an ex-wife of a client consumed with collecting on an insurance policy. Her relationship with her daughter flips as Brooke becomes the one doing the condemning: “I may have made many mistakes in my life but there’s one thing I can say. I never murdered anybody.”
As Laura comes to grips with the ethical, moral, and legal dimensions of what she’s doing, she worries that her strained relationship with her daughter will never be repaired and wonders whether she can ever find love again. She meets Arlo Massey–brash, flamboyant, someone who couldn’t care less about what other people think–the complete opposite of the always appropriate Laura Beckman. Arlo disrupts Laura’s already tumultuous life. She finds him despicable.
And yet . . .
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Excerpt: Chapter One

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Laura wanted Mickey to die.
Tonight.
Now.
She had it all planned. They’d relax on the sofa in front of a roaring fire, watching the flames dance and crackle, snuggling together under her grandmother’s time-softened green and white patch quilt. The red wine stain on the quilt from New Years Eve when they’d made love on the same sofa had faded away and almost disappeared.
And now her husband was about to fade away and disappear.
She would take his hand, mercilessly scabbed by needles searching for a vein, and entwine her fingers through his. Their interlocked hands would act as one and empty the medicine vial of tiny white pills into the glass of Chivas, his favorite. They’d enjoy their last hour together, her head nestling into the hollow space where his neck met his shoulder. She always considered that spot her private property. She would breath in his scent, and if she remained still she’d be able to feel his heartbeat tickling her cheek.
Then a final toast. He would drink the whiskey from his favorite cocktail glass, the one with the etched Orioles logo. They’d reminisce using the shorthand developed by every husband and wife over decades of marriage.
Remember when . . .?
He’d become sleepy. She would gently rub his neck right behind his ear . . .
Then a lingering last kiss.
Goodbye my darl—
“Mother?”
Laura’s eyes sprang open. Had she dozed off? She glanced at Mickey asleep in the narrow hospital bed squeezed next to her chair. With so many twisting tubes and wires connected to his shriveled body he more resembled a monster from an old black and white horror flick than her husband.
“You were mumbling in your sleep,” Brooke said. “Something about white pills and the Orioles.” Without looking up from her phone she rotated her hips in an unsuccessful attempt
to find comfort in the battered gunmetal chair.
What was her daughter talking about?
“Maybe you should go home and get some sleep,” Gracie said. “I can stay with him for a while.”
“Sleep’s overrated.” She yawned, and her eyes caught the old Baltimore Orioles baseball pennant hanging over the hospital bed. Orioles logo . . . whiskey glass . . . white pills . . . Her dream flashed before her eyes.
“You okay?” Gracie asked.
White pills . . .  She gasped. Oh my God. She could not, she would not permit her mind to visit that awful place ever again.
Gracie pressed. “Laura?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.”
Her aunt responded with a skeptical expression, then hoisted a pink tote bag to her lap. Short and wiry in stature, Gracie colored her hair red and wore it below her shoulders in a wavy style more suited to a young starlet from the forties than a woman of seventy. A Kurt Vonnegut quote in green script decorated the side of her bag: “Tis better to have loved and lust, than to let our apparatus rust.” Laura shook her head and took a deep breath. The thick, stifling hospital air smelled of must, of decay. Of death.
For the millionth time she wondered why God would spare the evil people of the world—serial killers and terrorists and child molesters—while the good man lying next to her faced certain death?
Mickey moaned again. Eight months earlier he’d been diagnosed with “distant” esophageal cancer, meaning the cancer had spread away from the tumor to his lymph nodes and organs. The cancer had been hiding there for some time, undetected, slowly eating away, bite by tiny bite.
At first it had been hard to think the words—my husband’s dying— much less say them. Now, after witnessing him wither away for the past many months, the vocabulary of death came easily. Hope arrived early but departed long ago leaving her with the heartbreak of seeing the man she loved suffer the quiet torture of a lingering death.
Mickey’s treatment plan combined palliative care along with active treatment, but the pain medication never seemed to be enough. When she begged for more, the doctors furrowed their brows and explained how they were limited by dosage protocols. What BS. She’d considered transferring Mickey out of Annapolis General to a hospice facility, but Delaware offered the closest available bed, and in-home hospice care couldn’t provide the constant attention he required.
For the last few weeks Mickey had been begging her to end his life. She, of
course, wouldn’t hear of such a thing. Lately, however, the dreams had come. The Chivas Regal and the white pills in the Orioles glass. She loved him so much, and it broke her heart to see him suffer. But she wouldn’t do it. Laura Beckman followed the rules, and the rules were pretty clear that a wife should not murder her husband.
Brooke pulled a hip flask from her back pocket.
Laura lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. “What do you think you’re doing? This is a hospital, and your father’s lying here barely alive.”
Brooke ignored her, took a drink, then passed the flask to Gracie. After raising it
toward Mickey in a silent toast, Gracie helped herself to a healthy swallow.
Laura closed her eyes and tried to control her emotions. She didn’t need this stress, not now. She heard a gurgle from the bed. Mickey’s eyes fluttered. She stood quickly. “I’m right here.”
He tried to talk, but with the breathing tube obstructing his airway the sound blurred to a ragged rasp. Mickey attempted a weak smile, then his eyes found Laura. He lifted a corner of the blanket and made dabbing motions in the air.
“What’s he doing?” Brooke asked.
Laura smiled to herself, and her mind drifted back almost thirty years . . .
At the beginning of the second semester, Laura, like almost all of the students at Bollen except for maybe the nerdy engineering majors, tried to schedule her classes so Friday afternoons were clear. An early December snow dump left no uncertainty about how that afternoon would be spent. She, her best friend, Megan, and three other girls strapped their skis and snowboards on top of Megan’s old blue Ford Explorer, and they drove north to Massanutten for a few hours of night skiing.
On the first run down Rebel Yell Laura caught an edge and twisted her ankle. Despite Laura’s strong opposition, Megan decided to remain with her at the lodge bar while the others skied. The crowded bar made maneuvering between tables difficult. Laura had taped an ice bag around her ankle and propped it up on a chair while she and Megan enjoyed their hot-buttered rums.
 A good-looking guy with thick, curly black hair and soft brown eyes attempted to squeeze by. Someone bumped him from behind, and he spilled beer down the front of Laura’s sweater.
 “Sorry.” He grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser and attempted to blot the beer from her sweater. A moment later, he realized he was dabbing her breasts and froze. “Sorry. I’ll be happy to pay for the cleaning.” Their eyes locked, and the attraction was instant. “How about you let me buy you ladies another round?”
Laura smiled. “Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
He offered a goofy grin, and held up his pinky finger. “Pinky swear.” After letting him twist in the wind for a few moments, she laughed and hooked her pinky finger into his. At that very moment he was bumped again, and this time spilled beer down the front of his ski jacket. Laura pulled more napkins from the dispenser and dabbed the beer from his jacket.
Megan laughed. “You two are the Dabbers.”
Laura rode back to college with him, and they became inseparable. From then
on, throughout their dating and married life, before going to sleep each night they’d hook pinkies and say, “Love you, Dabber.” One of those private little moments in a marriage that only has meaning to the husband and wife, something anyone else would consider plain silly . . .
Laura reached over and stroked her husband’s hand. Almost all of the flesh had been replaced by scabs from the IVs. She hooked pinkies with him, then peered deeply into his eyes, and whispered so only he could hear. “Love you, Dabber.” He nodded and slipped back into a restless sleep.
Brooke headed for the door. “I need a cigarette.”
“Great idea, your lungs will love it.”
 Brooke ignored her and walked out.
Laura sighed and settled back down. Truth be told, she felt relieved without Brooke in the room. Her daughter created tension, and that was the last thing Laura needed now. Her life had been defined by stress since Mickey’s diagnosis. Seemed like years ago, not months. Second opinions and third opinions and tests and treatments and, in the end, the inevitability. She lightly rubbed her husband’s arm and wondered where all the time had gone. They’d married young, both still in college, and their life together had been good. Not great she supposed, but good. More than good. The few bumps along the way had mostly been caused by their rebellious eldest daughter.
“If I say up, she says down. If I say, black, she says, white,” Laura mumbled. “Why does Brooke have to be so damn headstrong?”
“Sounds like her mother,” Gracie said. Before Laura could respond, Gracie stood and announced, “I’m going for a walk around down the hall, check out the scenery. There’s nothing more sexy than a man in white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. You take the ugliest man in the world and put him in a white coat, and I’m telling you—”
“Go. And don’t be surprised if those men in white coats take you away in a tight white jacket.”
 In a moment she was out the door.
 Mickey’s eyes opened again and found Laura. He made a writing motion with his hand. Laura grabbed the note pad and pen from the table and set the pad in front of him. She flipped through the pages where he’d already written until she found a clean page. She placed the cheap Bic pen in his right hand and wrapped his fingers around it. The ridges made it easier for him to grip with the IV stuck into the back of his hand. He wrote the word, “please,” in half cursive, half print. The handwriting of a young child.
Mickey locked eyes with his wife, then jerked his head toward the wall next to the bed. Laura’s eyes followed his gesture to the control panel for the ventilator equipment barely keeping him alive.
Laura studied the panel as she’d done countless times. Several switches, including the one controlling power to the machines. The Magic Switch. One flick of that . . .
“You know I can’t, sweetie.” She stroked his head. The baldness still felt strange. Over the past weeks and months she’d watched his hair fall out and his skin change from a healthy tan to a pale, almost translucent parchment.
Mickey’s hand struggled to form an image on the paper pad, a crude heart that more resembled a lima bean.
“It’s lovely, Honey.”
The thick plastic tubes turned his attempted smile into a snarl. He convulsed and emitted a ragged cry that ripped across Laura’s heart. Mickey’s eyes pleaded with her. He flipped the tablet back and forth in frustration. Laura didn’t need to be reminded what had been written all over the previous pages—the single word, “please.”
Desperate, Laura’s gaze returned to the ventilator’s control panel and noticed the
manufacturer’s identification plate. RxTron, Eden Prairie, Minnesota. Eden Prairie.
Sounded so peaceful. Flip the Magic Switch, and you’ll float away to Eden.
Mickey’s beseeching eyes locked with hers.
She gasped and bit her lip to stem the tears.
She couldn’t do it.

About the author:

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J. J. Spring is a pseudonym for a successful author who writes in another genre. J. J. lives in Florida with a spouse and a rambunctious poodle named Handsome Jack.
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Review: Jackson (Eternity Springs: The McBrides of Texas Trilogy #1) by Emily March

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Caroline Carruthers thinks she buried her dreams along with the love of her life…until a stranger named Celeste dares her to chase a dream all on her own. Moving to Redemption, Texas, is chapter one in Caroline’s new life story. Opening a bookstore is the next. Finding love is the last thing on her mind as she settles into this new place called home. But when she meets a handsome, soulful man who’s also starting over, all bets are off.

To reach a happily-ever-after
Jackson McBride came to Redemption looking only to find himself, not someone to love. Ever since his marriage ended, he’s been bitter. Sure, he used to believe in love—he even has the old song lyrics to prove it—but the Jackson of today is all business. That is, until a beautiful young widow who’s moved to town inspires a change of heart. Could it be that the myth of Redemption’s healing magic is true…and Jackson and Caroline can find a second chance at a happy ending after all?

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Source: NetGalley and St. Martin’s Paperbacks          Rating: 4½/5 stars

Three sexy men, a rundown and ready to be resuscitated ranch, a small idyllic town, and one sweet romance?  YES, PLEASE!

Jackson McBride is something of a broken man.  His ex-wife is vindictive and has deep pockets as well as very good lawyers which has cost Jackson his career as a songwriter, his home, and time with his young daughter.  To avoid making matters worse than they already are, Jackson has, at the request of his cousin, made his way to Redemption, Texas where he discovers an inheritance he and his cousins never imagined.

Jackson is now the part owner of a rundown former brothel, a dance hall, a saloon, and the surrounding area.  With few ties to his former home, Jackson makes the decision to stay in Redemption and oversee the overhaul of the site.  With his cousins on board and backing the decisions, Jackson intends to return the dance hall to its former glory and open it to up and coming musicians, singers, and bands, the brothel will become a bed and breakfast, and the saloon will be a refashioned bar and restaurant.  The surrounding area, given its gorgeous natural landscape will make a perfect retreat for the outdoor loving visitor.  While the work certainly takes Jackson’s mind off his personal troubles, it doesn’t erase the troubles or the loneliness he feels.

When Jackson initially meets Caroline Carruthers, she is a married woman with a very sick husband and a broken heart.  When next Jackson encounters Caroline, she is a widow, opening a bookstore in Redemption, with a still broken yet hopeful heart.  Caroline’s move to Redemption is meant to be a fresh start, a way to begin anew following the loss of her beloved husband.  With a highly anticipated bookstore in the works a few good friends in the making, Caroline is satisfied with her life and hoping to eventually move toward happiness.  Jackson McBride would certainly be a move in the direction of happiness.

Jackson and Caroline are meant to be together, but understandably, each has serious reservations.  Caroline is still grieving the loss of her husband and Jackson is still tied to his spiteful ex through his adored daughter.  With both being clear and honest with the other, Jackson and Caroline decide to embark on a friends with benefits journey that will surely run its course, be done and over with sooner rather than later.  And then, Fate laughed 😊   Outside of the benefits package part of their arrangement, Jackson and Caroline genuinely like one another.  Spending time together, talking, helping one another, and becoming a part of one another’s life is as natural as breathing to both.  All it takes for Jackson and Caroline to accept and embrace what it so obvious to everyone around them is one massive tragedy that nearly destroys all the hope and happiness they were building.

The Bottom Line: I knew I would like this book from the first page!  I simply adore small town, sweet romance reads, and Jackson fits the bill on every level.  Jackson is broken and angry, but between Caroline, Redemption, and the revitalization of his inheritance, Jackson finds peace, love, acceptance, and road back to true happiness.  Caroline, like Jackson, is broken and Redemption is just the place for her to heal and move beyond her immense grief.  What I appreciated most about this read is the very real sense of family and community that is built around Caroline and Jackson.  Both have been beaten and battered by life, but the people of Redemption gladly and warmly welcome them into their community and help lift them up as they lift one another up.  What’s more, with the addition of Jackson and Caroline to town comes a blossoming for the town itself and a promise of more to come.  Though there are some naughty bits in this read, they are low heat and focused more on the emotion of the event(s) rather than the physical aspects.  I mention this only to reinforce the focus of this book is about the feels, overcoming life’s obstacles, learning to live and love again, and being open to all the possibilities life has to offer, even in a small town!

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Cover Reveal: Saving Tayla (The Beautifully Broken Series) by Amanda Kaitlyn

He saved me from my darkness.
She lit up his world. 
Good things never lasted long for Tayla Davis. She was a beautiful mess, leaving behind broken promises and pain wherever she went. Her once bright world changed after meeting her ex, a damaged man with more issues than she could ever hope to fix.
With him, came the habitual drinking, lavish parties and inevitably, the little white pills she soon became addicted to.
Those little white pills gave her freedom, a high she craved with everything inside of her.
And she was soon lost to them.
Two years later, Tayla was set on a new path, one that brought her back to herself and the girl she once was.
Mending everything she’d broken was her top priority, now.
She doesn’t have time to fall for a sweet talking, beautiful yet dangerously addicting man. Not again.
But Asher, he doesn’t give up easily.
Once he set his sights on her, he was a goner.
“I don’t want to save you, Angel. I want to watch as you save yourself and become the beautiful, amazing woman you were always meant to be.”
Saving Tayla is an installment of The Beautifully Broken series and should be read in order for the best reader experience. Each book features new characters and a heart wrenching love story, in typical Amanda Kaitlyn fashion.
Debut author of bestselling novel, Finding Beautiful, Amanda Kaitlyn is an incurable romantic. A lover of fairy tales, just a tad dirtier than the ones she used to read as a child. In her free time you can find her reading, writing or walking her 3 dogs, Sable, Bella and Princess. Amanda likes to keep her stories real and her characters relatable and in the pages of her books you can find angsty, emotionally driven romance and alpha men that will do anything for the women they love. Find her on social media to learn more.
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