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Definitely my favourite in the Boston Rebels so far

58867968._SY475_Snowed by R.J. Scott & V.L. Locey

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Well that was a – very good – surprise and nothing like I was expecting from this duo’s ice hockey series’

The Boston Rebels books so far have all been very different in tone and style while sticking to the sports romance genre. This one veres far more into romantic suspense than sport, even though Kyle is the goalie for the Rebels.

It’s a mostly second chance/forced proximity romance but the suspense element really added to the pacing of the book and I found myself quickly enthralled in what could be responsible for Kyle’s night terrors.

I personally thought the plot reveal to be quite plausible, although it then did head off into slightly dramatic, but not unbelievable, territory which amped up the tension big time in the run up to the last few chapters.

The relationship between Christian and Kyle is so beautifully written, each of them is hiding deep seated hurts, and with Kyle’s additional anxieties and fears, it adds up to a wonderfully poignant reunion.

I absolutely LOVED how it was so clear from that start that neither of them had moved on. There hadn’t been any attempts to “get over” Kyle leaving their tiny Manitoba village to head to the NHL or for Kyle to try and move on from his love for Christian.

Overall this is probably my favourite of the stories in this new interconnected series and I am very much enjoying the different takes RJ & Vicki are going with them.

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

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Brilliant enemies to lovers romance from Lucy

58229111._SY475_Hostile Takeover by Lucy Lennox

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Bloody brilliant.

I don’t know how Lucy does it. Each time I pick up one of her books I know I’ll get a well-written romance, but this one is exceptional.

There’s nothing I love more than a good enemies to lovers romance and here she delivers one which ticked all my boxes.

We have two men who were attracted to each other when they were young men and – thanks to a horrible prank which was used to manipulate them both – one had their future ruined overnight.

I was raging when I read the Prologue which sets up the story. Ellison’s so called “friends” are anything but and they expose his vulnerability to destroy Grey’s already quite hard life. It was painful to read as it’s very clear that there are real feelings between the two which could have developed had circumstances been different.

There is then a 15-year gap until we catch up with Grey Blackwood, now a billionaire venture capitalist and about to pull the plug on Ellison York’s rich and privileged life as he takes over his family’s business.

But Grey’s not aware of the true nature of Ellison’s path. He’s finally got out of the clutches of his vicious father’s grip and he’s carried regret and pain ever since the events at the Country Club 15 years before.

The sparks between them are obvious from the moment they meet again and Lucy crafts a delicious narrative that has them sniping and snarking with sexual tension heating up the encounters.

I absolutely loved everything about this, from the way they slowly build up trust as Grey sees he may have been holding the wrong idea about Ellison’s involvement in the prank which saw all his opportunities vanish overnight.

He realises that Ellison has been suffering at the hands of his father’s manipulation and, while there were times I wanted to thump him, I totally understood why his trust was so difficult to win.

Marcel (from the freebie prequel to this series) is on hand to offer up some sarcastic – and prophetic – advice and I loved seeing him and Luca just as much as in love.

This is a wonderfully tension driven, emotionally ladened romance with a side order of humour to stop it ever becoming too much and I absolutely adored the way Grey and Ellison reconnected.

#ARC kindly received from the author via SocialButterfly PR in return for an honest and unbiased review

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Release Blitz: I’m Not Your Enemy by Cara Dee

I’m Not Your Enemy | Cara Dee

A Camassia Cove Universe Story


Release Date: October 21st, 2021

Universal Link: https://readerlinks.com/l/2025256

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/181689-camassia-cove-universe


I'm not the enemy eCover


๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ-๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.

Sebastian was right. I was a coward. I ran my closeted tail all the way back to Georgia. Once I got there, I had no place left to hide. My life imploded.

But when I was welcome nowhere, I still had to go somewhere. I could barely look my sister in the eye, facing Sebastian didnโ€™t even exist on my radar, and I was prepared for my brother-in-lawโ€™s protective hostility.

I just didnโ€™t have a choice. For once in my life, I wanted redemption. I wanted to belong somewhere, and I was ready to work for it. Sebastian was the exceptionโ€”hard no. I might have screwed up royally, but he wasnโ€™t so damn innocent.

Heโ€™d hurt me too, and he better not push me. In fact, it was best we avoided each other altogether. So it didn’t make a lick of sense for me to seek him out to provoke a reaction.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต.

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It was still weird for me to be part of a family dinner where no one said grace. Itโ€™d been the rule for as long as Iโ€™d lived. If dinner was among family and you sat at a table, someone said grace.

Fuckinโ€™ heathens up here.

I removed my ball cap and left it on my lap.

โ€œMomma, can we live in an RV?โ€ Teddy asked.

โ€œYou think we have too much space at home?โ€ Soph smirked.

Teddy grinned sheepishly. โ€œNo, but we could go anywhere!โ€

I chuckled and grabbed myself a Coke.

โ€œWhere would all your toys go?โ€ Dylan asked.

Teddy hadnโ€™t considered that. โ€œMaybe in my room at Bastianโ€™s house?โ€

Sebastian shot him a little grin but didnโ€™t say anything. He was usually so vocal. Now, because I was here, shit was weird. He hadnโ€™t looked my way once. Not a glance as far as I knew.

Isabella was getting fussy in Dylanโ€™s arms, and Soph said she couldnโ€™t put off feeding her any longer. She excused herself to head inside and nurse the little one.

โ€œDonโ€™t step on Oppy and Percy, please,โ€ I said.

โ€œOh! I wanna see them, Uncle Blake!โ€ Teddy pleaded and almost knocked back his chair when he stood up. As if I could deny him. โ€œMomma, I go with you.โ€ He grabbed a new pizza slice and tumbled toward Soph.

Dylan turned a perturbed look Sophโ€™s way. โ€œYouโ€™re leaving me with those two?โ€ He just didnโ€™t know how to whisper.

Soph thought that was hilarious and just giggled in response. Then she disappeared into the trailer with the kids, and the tension automatically turned awkward and agitated. The latter came from Sebastian, because without Teddy around, he didnโ€™t have to pretend.

โ€œAre you gonna fucking eat or what?โ€ Sebastian asked irritably.

I glanced at Dylan, who was in the middle of finishing a slice, and it dawned on me that the question was for me.

โ€œHuh?โ€ I managed. Wow, he was talking to me.

Sebastian flicked me an impatient look. โ€œYouโ€™ve lost weight, and youโ€™re not eating. Are you sick or just dumber than you look?โ€

โ€œThis is nice,โ€ Dylan said. โ€œWe should do this more often.โ€

I furrowed my brow and wondered what the hell Sebastianโ€™s problem was. Okay, I could venture a guess, but if he wanted to avoid me, avoid talking to me, he didnโ€™t have to worry about what I ate.

โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talkinโ€™ aboutโ€”I havenโ€™t lost any weight.โ€

โ€œDumber than you look, then. Because yeah, you have.โ€ He tossed a crust into one of the boxes and leaned back, his posture and expression saying he was letting it go. He didnโ€™t wanna talk anymore.

โ€œSo how are the Pugs doing, Blake?โ€ Dylan interjected. โ€œOr was it Bulldogs?โ€

I slid my stare to Dylan instead and let some humor seep in. Bless him. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to run interference, buddy. When Sebastianโ€™s ready to hash things out like a real man, these passive-aggressive little bitch fits will be history.โ€

โ€œBoy, thereโ€™s nothing passive about my aggression,โ€ Sebastian laughed. โ€œUnlike that snide remark you just offered.โ€

โ€œWhat was that, baby? Yeah, Iโ€™ll be right there.โ€ Dylan abruptly left his seat and fled inside.

Christ. We knew how to clear a room. Or a patio.

โ€œWe might as well get this out of the way so we can move on,โ€ Sebastian told me, and I lifted a brow, admittedly curious. โ€œSoph told me you were building them a house, and it goes without saying that I will be here to help out whenever I can. But as far as Iโ€™m concerned, thereโ€™s no reason you and I gotta talk. Weโ€™ll act civil around Teddy, and thenโ€”โ€ He shrugged. โ€œIโ€™ll just wait until you run back into your closet in Georgia again.โ€

Nice speech. He had it all figured out, huh?

โ€œAll right.โ€ I nodded with a dip of my chin. โ€œI take it youโ€™re not interested in an apology for leaving the way I did.โ€

He smiled faintly, a humorless twist of his lips that left me a few degrees colder. โ€œNo, you can save your excuses for someone who gives a ratโ€™s ass.โ€

โ€œGot it,โ€ I replied tightly.

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About The Author


Iโ€™m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love storyโ€”while a huge draw and constantly presentโ€”is secondary for me, because thereโ€™s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

Thereโ€™s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substanceโ€”passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinionsโ€”and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Waitโ€ฆthis was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

Iโ€™m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. Thereโ€™s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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