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A wealth of extras all bring insight into the snarky world of Lily Morton

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Four new stories add to this wealth of extras from the pen of the fabulous Lily Morton and bring more insight into her thoroughly British world of snarky men and those who are smitten by them.

From Gabe’s hilarious experience babysitting Billy, to Gideon and Eli’s fears and fights while house hunting, each of these extra short stories or snippets has brought joy to this reader.

While Caden and Malachi will always hold first place in my heart because of the friendship they mean to me personally, this collection has reminded me why I fell for Lily’s writing the first time I read Rule Breaker and met Gabe and Dylan.

Snark and sass hold hands with hurt and fear, and they’re all wrapped up with comfort and love to create a perfect blanket of contemporary romance with a definite sense of identity.

They’re sexy and sweet, about blood families who should have done better and found families who make it all right.

And throughout them all, there’s love, without boundaries or expectations, just hearts and souls finding their home and living happily ever after.

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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Release Blitz: Ex-Bandmates by Zoe Lee

Ex-Bandmates | Zoe Lee

Local Beats Series #1

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Release Date: August 8th, 2020

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From the second Lucas Carlson shows up in my garage for band practice, I’m drawn in by his eyes, his awkward rambling, and his incredible musical talents. But we share a best friend, and he’s only our temporary drummer while he’s in Chicago for a summer internship. It should be easy to ignore the way he brings something out in me that no one has before.

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Asher Bernthal is a grumpy stockbroker whose band, Signal Fire, is vital to my best friend’s happiness. I don’t want to mess it up for her, so all I have to do is drum and keep my head down. It should be easy not to crush on a man so beyond my grasp, who writes lyrics that pierce straight through me.

Despite all of the reasons to stay away, we’re drawn together and bring something new out in each other. Every song pulls us closer together, but we won’t be bandmates forever.

This is the first book in the Local Beats Series, an 80,000 word MM romance featuring musicians with day jobs, a night club, and lots of songs, with a guaranteed HEA and no cliffhanger.

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“I already know all your songs, dude,” Lucas claimed.

Shooting him an incredulous look, I rolled my shoulders.

With a shrug, one corner of that lush mouth curled up, sly and knowing, and my stomach dropped even as he said cockily, “I’m an incredible drummer and I do know all your songs. You’re lucky I’m in town because you’d be screwed for this gig you’ve got on Saturday if I couldn’t fill in.”

Closing my eyes, trying not to enjoy Lucas’s endearing combination of mature confidence and immature sense of humor, I let a growl seep out of my throat.

“That’s a good growl for a man with such a mild tenor,” he commented.

“Okay!” Dan chirped, giving me a pleading look. “Can we start with ‘Promises,’ maybe?”

Amy tipped her head at Lucas as if to prompt him.

Lucas settled on Eli’s stool, then shook his shoulders and arms out and cracked his neck. He pulled a pair of drumsticks out of his messenger bag and scooted the stool farther from the kit, stretching out one sneaker to test the distance to the kick drum. He looked up to where all of us were watching him, and then he said as if we were the insane ones in this scenario, “Leslie starts ‘Promises.’”

I shot Leslie an impatient look and started, my voice strung out, “Leslie, for f*ck’s—”

But then the timer on my cell went off.

“Is it your pizza?” Dan asked as his face split into a toothy, hungry grin.

“I made lasagna,” I muttered, and Dan and Amy moaned in delight.

“Asher, I didn’t know you were domestic,” Lucas gasped dramatically as he twirled his drumsticks like a show-off. “Is it meat or veggie? No, wait, surprise me.”

“Why would you know anything about me?” I grumbled.

Lucas laughed again. This time he threw his head back, baring a long neck, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from drying out or my throat almost clicking when I swallowed.

“Seriously?” he all but yelped, his cheeks going splotchy red. He whirled on Leslie and accused, “Haven’t you told him anything about me?” He turned back to me so fast I got whiplash, and said, “I’ve been hearing about you since Leslie met all of you and you started the band. They’ve come up to Wisconsin like a dozen times to hang out, go camping, and spend the holidays at Leslie’s parent’s house. Dan and I took this epic Harold and Kumar kind of road trip—never mind that for now—”

The timer blared again and I inhaled and shot out a quick breath, grasping for patience as I dug out my cell and stabbed the button to end the timer. Then I stalked into my kitchen, switched on the oven light, and bent to check the lasagna, which was the perfect amount of crispy for Leslie and Amy.

From the garage, Leslie said with her icy-hot sarcasm on perfect point, “I have no idea how Asher could forget a single detail I’ve shared about you, because you’re so memorable.”

Amy snorted and played a high wa-waaaa on her guitar, making the four of them snicker.

“Hey Leslie, how did your annual review go at work?” Dan asked earnestly while I lunged to grab the potholders off their hook, snorting despite myself. “You said you were going to talk to them about a raise maybe.” There was a pause while I set the pan on top of the stove, and then he added, like he couldn’t help it, “Totally can’t blame you if you decided not to ask though, that’s intimidating.”

“I can blame my boss for saying no when I asked though,” Leslie snarked a little bitterly.

“Dude,” Lucas said, from right behind me.

I jerked, the oven door banging into the meat of my thigh just over my knee.

“F*cking shit,” I hissed, rubbing the stinging skin as I glared at my oven door.

Lucas skidded into my periphery, hands hovering somewhere near the corner of the stove. “You aren’t bleeding, are you? Because I am a very manly man, with like half a Master’s degree and shit, but…” He swallowed hard, his sharp Adam’s apple bobbing when his throat constricted.

I found myself shaking my head and reassuring him even though I was the one who’d gotten hurt because the kid walked as quietly as a damn ninja, apparently. “I’m not bleeding.”

“That’s good—ah, good thing you have thighs like a lumberjack or something.”

I straightened and crossed my arms over my chest, one eyebrow trailing high.

“See?” Lucas asked. One eye squinted in accusation while his pouty mouth curled the very slightest bit on the right side. “You look like a lumberjack, which is kind of what Wolverine was in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which is not the best example of Wolverine, but it’s okay, you kind of look like Wolverine anyway, with the muscles and shoulders and beard and, Jesus, that eyebrow—”

“Lucas,” I interrupted. I made my voice as low and firm as possible.

“Yep, right,” he stuttered, holding up his hands in surrender and taking a few exaggerated steps back. “I’ll stop telling the incredibly straight lead singer of my new band—temporary new band, I meant, obviously!—about how he’s hot like Wolverine and just grab some plates and shit.”

While I was honestly caught up trying to decide which part of his rambling was the stupidest, he dove for the stack of plates and the shaker of red pepper flakes I’d already gotten out before fleeing at top speed. Dumbly, I looked down at myself. “Lumberjack,” I scoffed, then made a salad and cut up the lasagna, while the others came into the living room, bickering about a movie.

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Zoe writes contemporary romances and believed everyone will get extraordinary love stories since before she ever fell in love.

She lives with her family near the mountains in Colorado, where she writes while listening to music, never drinks coffee, reads books in one sitting, and watches too many movies and tv shows. She’s been writing since she was a kid, but luckily she knows how grown-ups work now. Mostly.

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Release Blitz: Stacking the Deck by Charlie Cochet

Stacking the Deck by Charlie Cochet

The Kings: Wild Cards #1

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Release Date: July 28th, 2020

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Ex-Special Forces Communications Sergeant Jacopo “Jack” Constantino heads the cybersecurity department at Four Kings Security, working with his tech-savvy team to provide clients with state-of-the-art security systems. But life for Jack is pretty uneventful—despite the exploits with his brothers-in-arms—and he finds himself longing for a little more excitement.

Be careful what you wish for.

Two years ago, Fitz Harlow captured Jack’s heart and walked away with it. Now he’s back.

Fitz spent the last two years picking up the pieces of his life after a disastrous relationship. After much therapy, and ice cream, Fitz leaves the fashion world behind and returns home to St. Augustine to open his own high-end salon, Hair Comes Trouble. Now Fitz finally has the quiet, peaceful life he’s wanted for so long. There’s only one thing missing, or rather, one man missing, but Fitz has his doubts. With Jack, he’s not just gaining a boyfriend—he’s gaining a boyfriend, his family of mischief-magnet ex-Green Berets, and one highly opinionated Belgian Malinois.

Fitz and Jack discover their connection has only grown stronger over time, thanks in part to meddling friends, but just as they start to pick up where they left off, someone takes exception to their reunion. Danger hides in the shadows, a stalker determined to keep Fitz out of Jack’s life, no matter the cost. With the odds stacked against them, can Jack and Fitz win a battle against an unknown enemy, or will Jack lose Fitz forever?

The Kings: Wild Cards series is a spin-off of the Four Kings Security series.

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Oh God. Jack covered his face with his hands. Just what he didn’t need.

“What is it?” Ace asked, no doubt peeking over Joker’s shoulder, because although Joker was nosy, no one beat him in the meddling department like Ace. Anston Sharpe was worse than the granny living next door who knew more about you than your family did.

“A text from Fitz.”

Jack ignored the smile in Joker’s voice. He moved his hands and sighed. The two were grinning like idiots.

“It’s nothing. Just a reminder about my upcoming hair appointment.” Why the hell had he agreed to get his hair cut at Hair Comes Trouble? Right, because Fitz’s best friend, Laz, had given Jack the puppy eyes and Jack was too much of a sucker to say no. Sometimes friends sucked.

“There’s a kissy-face emoji after it, though,” Ace pointed out.

“I’m sure he adds that to all his texts.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Ace said, removing his phone from his pocket. He tapped away at it before showing Jack his text from Fitz. “My emoji is looking at me with suspicion. Like, what is that? Why do I get the suspicion emoji? Is he expecting me to make off with his hair dryer? Give him a bad review on Yelp? Why do you get a kissy face and I get apprehension?”

“Because you’re shady as fuck,” Joker said with a snort.

“Screw you. What emoji did you get?”

“I got a happy face and a little service dog emoji for Chip.”

“What the hell? I mean, Chip I get. Everyone loves him, but why do you get a happy face? No one likes you.”

Joker grinned smugly. “My emoji and my dog’s emoji say otherwise.”

“Whatever.” Ace rolled his eyes before turning that intense gold-green gaze on Jack. “So… you gonna call him?”

Jack shook his head. “Nope. It was a confirmation appointment. From his salon, I might add. Not a personal text.”

“But it had a kissy-face emoji,” Ace said, waggling his eyebrows.

“It was probably a mistake. Everyone, get out of my van.”

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Charlie Cochet is the international bestselling author of the THIRDS series. Born in Cuba and raised in the US, Charlie enjoys the best of both worlds, from her daily Cuban latte to her passion for classic rock.

Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found devouring a book, releasing her creativity through art, or binge watching a new TV series.

She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.

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