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Just like the romance between Mags and Laurie this book will sweep you into happiness

beautifully unexpected coverBeautifully Unexpected by Lily Morton

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

There is something utterly satisfying about picking up a Lily Morton book because I know it will bring me into the lives of people I so desperately wish were real.

In Beautifully Unexpected she takes it onto another level with two men in my own age bracket.

Men who I’ve known similar versions of, those who are either determined they don’t need anyone else or who spend their time bringing happiness into other’s lives while neglecting their own.

Mags and Laurie are just gorgeously written, they’re vividly real, their experiences and the absolutely determination that it’ll just be a fling as they give in to the attraction that’s been shimmering between them since they met.

And can I just say that the initial meeting between them is not only one of the most hilarious ones Lily’s written, but also stands as a perfect introduction into how the rest of the narrative will grow.

Laurie’s wit and charm captivates Mags from the start. Mags’ arrogance and confidence, as well as the kind heart he tries to hide, are an inescapable draw for an artistic soul like Laurie’s.

The humour you’d expect from Lily is all present, this time combined with the sharp intelligence of a QC at the top of his game.

They’re surrounded by a bunch of fabulous side characters, and I have to say, I half expected an Easter Egg appearance from our other lawyerly types Gabe and John at some point!

Alas, it wasn’t to be, not that the other people didn’t make up for it.

Mags senior partner in his Chambers Jane, Laurie’s twin sister Lonnie and her husband Chris, who’ve been best mates with Mags since uni, even down to Laurie’s stepfather Judge, a bane of Mags’ courtroom trials, they all bring a richness to the story.

Best of all though is a mad Red Setter, who truly lives up to his changing names – Armageddon aka Don when first encountered at the shelter – and then, once adopted by Mags having been utterly railroaded into it by Laurie, Endof. Short for End of Days 😁

He brings chaos and joy and it’s needed when there are hiccups on the way to happiness.

But you know that they’ll only be temporary bumps on the road which connects these brilliant men and I loved how quickly both realised they needed to own up that the no strings had turned into ties that bind forever.

Throw in 80s nostalgia, mix tapes, and lists of London’s hidden gems, and this book took me on a hell of a ride, no hands on the wheel and only a slight side eye at Laurie’s dissing of the genius that is Pink Floyd 🥳

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

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Release Blitz: You Are Cordially Invited by Jay Hogan

You Are Cordially Invited | Jay Hogan

Auckland Med #5

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Release Date: June 17th 2021

Photographer: Brian Brigantti

Cover Designer: Reese Dante

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Blurb

There’s a wedding in the air at Auckland Med, but Reuben wonders if they’ll survive the stress long enough to say, ‘I do’. Cam is directing the entire operation with his combat eyeliner in place, whilst the wedding party is doing its best to ignore him. The pressure is mounting and the cracks are beginning to show.

There’s a bachelor party to survive.
The paparazzi to outrun.
A wedding outfit to confirm.
A rugby game to win.
A jerk of a father to cope with.
A stunning opportunity to consider.
A relationship to untangle.
And a shocking event that could derail everything.

With the universe conspiring against them, Reuben and Cam will have to summon every scrap of belief they have in each other to make it to their vows.

YACI 5 flirty

Excerpt

“Kinky tricks, sixty-six.” Carmen Bendover’s sultry voice filled the crowded function room of Downtown G to a cacophony of hoots and hollers. Carmen’s gay bingo events were legendary.

Dressed in a red sequinned evening gown that was pretty much painted on her curvaceous figure; fuck-me black stiletto heels; an impressive cleavage that defied explanation; and a tiara that sparkled almost as much as the mischief in her eyes, the notorious drag queen had captivated the room from the minute she’d sashayed in and wafted her black feather boa seductively under the current, and very straight, All Blacks’ captain’s nose. To his credit, Andrew Simons had run with the challenge and got to his feet to waltz the notoriously sassy drag queen up to the front stage, and Carmen had appeared . . . charmed.

“Come on, you sexy young things.” She arched a brow at the crowd sipping on cocktails with enough alcohol to fuel the next landing probe to Mars. “Someone must at least have a line. If I have to come down there and check people’s cards, I’ll be paddling a bottom or two and leaving a mark. And don’t think I didn’t see the excitement in your eyes at the prospect, Roland James.”

The handsome Blues’ halfback blushed a deep red and everyone laughed. The room was loaded with enough glitter and rugby muscle to make any young gay boy weep, and quite a few of the older ones as well.

“Hey, Carmen.” I got to my feet a little unsteadily and waved my bingo, or rather my bingay card. “I haven’t won anything, and it’s my damn bachelor—”

Our damn bachelor party.” Reuben’s hand glided over my arse.

Our bachelor party,” I corrected with a bow to my fiancé, which was greeted with much banging on tables since everyone knew I was a bossy bitch, and yet somehow, Reuben had my sappy heart wrapped up in enough knots to make a Shibari convention ecstatic.

“Mm-hmm.” Carmen eyeballed me without an ounce of sympathy. “And exactly how many calls have you missed already?”

Most of them. My chin jutted. “Pfft. One or two at the most.”

A blatant lie, which earned me another round of mocking applause. Reuben and I were, in fact, sharing a bingay card—mostly because I’d given up being able to identify any individual numbers a few cocktails back or even hear the calls, apparently.

We were also sharing some increasingly indiscreet gropes, well, at least on my part. Reuben slapping my hand away probably didn’t count.

Carmen smiled like the shark she was. “I rest my case, sugar. Besides, I think you’ve hooked a big enough prize already.” She waggled her impeccably coiffed brows and nodded Reuben’s way, and yeah, it was hard to argue with that. “So sit that pert arse of yours back down on those impressive All Black thighs and let the rest of us drool in peace.”

I did as I was told, which, to be honest, was the least painful way to deal with Carmen. She returned to calling the numbers, and I turned and cuddled up to my fiancé and—fuck, I missed the next number as well.

I grabbed my card and eyeballed Sandy across the table. “Come on, Sandy, you have to be nice to me. It’s my party—”

Our party.” Reuben bit my ear.

Our party. Exactly what I was going to say, baby.” I turned and kissed him soundly on the forehead.

“I’m not telling you a thing.” Sandy side-eyed me and laughed. “If it’s another manicure coupon, I need that prize. Have you forgotten I work in a damn morgue?”

“A pitiful excuse.” I glared at him, which only made his eyes roll. I was clearly losing my edge. “And here I thought you were a friend.”

“Hey, you.” Reuben pulled me back against him in a transparent attempt to sabotage my epic board game skills. “How’s it hanging?” His hot breath brushed my ear, and my dick pinged to attention as best it could in its slightly inebriated state. Having said that, the persistent appendage was nothing if not determined, and Carmen and her bingay went up in a puff of inconsequential smoke.

His arm tightened around my waist, and I turned to place a reasonably well-aimed but sloppy kiss on his lips this time. Yeah, I might have had one or six more than I should have, but it was our damn bachelor party and Rube had my back.

With the rugby season still in process, albeit winding down to the end of year All Blacks’ tour to Europe, Reuben was nauseatingly sober, whereas I . . . wasn’t. And I also wasn’t about to miss any opportunity to get handsy with my own personal All Black booty, especially since all that glorious six foot three inches of rippling power was currently stuffed into a size-too-small—so sue me—black Henley and a pair of silk mix black slacks that fitted those drool-worthy thighs like a fucking glove.

Ninety kilos of eager-to-please hard muscle, and all mine for the taking.

YACI 3 always enough

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About The Author

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I am a New Zealand author writing in MM romance and romantic suspense. I have travelled extensively and lived in the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea. In a past life I have been an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Nursing Lecturer.

I’m a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). I love to cook, pretty damn good, love to sing, pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing, absolutely… depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging my characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee I’ve had.

Welcome to my world.

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YACI 2 loved

Rachel Reid nails this “bad boy” redepmtion arc with style

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Sooooo, if bad boy redemption arcs with a side-order of needing to find self-forgiveness are your thing, this book is gonna hit that perfectly.

Troy Barrett hasn’t been a good boy, in fact, he’s been an absolute wanker at times (he’s a secondary, small part character in Ryan’s book Common Goal and as we meet him, he’s been transferred to Ottawa after a major bust up with his former best friend the sleazy as f*ck Dallas Kent.

But, as is often the case with guys like this, his outward homophobia and running with the crowd hides not only a secret about his sexual identity, but also a powerful need to feel like he belongs.

His mum is awesome, his dad is everything wrong about alpha male parenting, a wannabe ice hockey player who never made it big, a bigot and a bully, Troy’s grown up under his overbearing presence for most of his life.

This is a really simple plot in essence, but Rachel spins it into a deeply expansive and complex narrative which takes in more than just Troy’s need to better himself.

It throws in interference at the top level when Troy continues with his campaign to support the anonymous but not silent victims of his former best friend Kent and it’s wrapped inside a plot of self-discovery, of healing, of finding out that your team having your back and being genuinely supportive is priceless.

And it’s about love. Not only Troy learning to love who he is and where his career has taken him, but also his love for Harris, who is just an awesomely crafted character.

Add in the absolute sarcastic and ever brilliant Ilya Rozanov

***SPOILER ISH***

(and I CANNOT wait for book six and finally see the world discover him and Shane Hollander’s near decade long relationship!)

***ENDS***

and a ridiculously cute dog called Chiron and this book is just everything I want in a sports romance.

#ARC kindly received from the publishers Carina Press via NetGalley in return for an honest and unbiased review

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