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I really hope this isn’t the last visit to the Kismet pack!

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I started reading this one thinking I’d do a few chapters and then head to bed. At 2.30am I put it down having finished it in one go.

Now, granted, it’s not a massively long book, but it’s absolutely compelling and I love with this series how Sam has taken a different approach to werewolves and wolf shifters and created a fascinating urban fantasy/paranormal world which feels utterly real.

The books aren’t overly complicated, but they’re full of all the feels and I’ve been eagerly waiting for Gavin’s story since the series began.

It didn’t disappoint. We already know who his mate is, but the journey to eventually happiness isn’t a smooth one and there were times I wanted to shake Gavin so hard.

But he is who he is and while the idea of werewolf Jesus cracks me up big time, it’s a sobering thought that Gavin has to come to terms with in his own way.

I liked how that element of the plot was brought together, there are no huge revelations, just a pack which has broken all the supposed rules to create a found family which loves, and supports, each other.

While I know Sam originally intended it to be just these three men, I would absolutely love for there to be more trips to Kismet and this world.

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Blog Tour: Making Rules by Susan Hawke

Making Rules | Susan Hawke

Davey’s Rules #6

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Release Date: February 20, 2020

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Blurb

Davey’s Rule #53: Daddy shouldn’t be afraid to let his boy top.

Before Davey came to work at Daddy’s Lap and began that crazy list of rules, his future bestie, Sammy, was already living happily ever after with his own Daddy-dom.

From the moment they met over a gas pump to the day they were legally able to wed, leather Daddy Raphael Robustelli adored his linebacker-sized boy. This is their love story, as seen through a series of six short vignettes.

Witness the moment they met, see the first time Davey came to the club, and so much more. This is a short 20k volume, filled with emotion and backstory for the entire series.

NOTE: This is not a full-length book and does not contain a new couple. This can be read as a standalone but will be most enjoyed by those who have read the series.

This is the sixth book in a series about not-so-perfect Daddies, adorable “boys,” and one sassy brat with an insane list of rules.

Grab your fan and tissues because this series comes with both a high heat advisory and all the squishy feels you’d want from a Susan Hawke book.

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Leaning against my truck bed while the gas pumped, I frowned at my phone in irritation when I got the text. I couldn’t believe the jerk was canceling the first date I’d had in forever. I didn’t care as much about not going out with the guy, but I’d switched shifts to accommodate his schedule. I loved working as a trainer, but I preferred the morning crowd. The night crowd tended to be more of a meat market than people actually looking to get fit.

“Bad news?” I glanced up at the sound of a gruff voice. The hottest man I’d ever seen was on the other side of the pump, holding the nozzle to the front of his Harley. When I didn’t answer, he held up a hand with a chagrined look. “Sorry. Too nosy for my own good, I suppose. It just seems a shame to see a frown on such a pretty face.”

Pretty face? The hell? I wasn’t offended so much as surprised to hear a tough-looking guy in leather call me that. Usually, those were the kind of men who’d knock a guy out if they even smelled a hint of gay on him. This guy, though… he was checking me out, and I didn’t hate it.

I took a moment to look him up and down. Damn. He wasn’t one who would ever be called pretty. Sexy, hot, gorgeous… maybe even a little scary in a good way. Hell, yeah. He was at least an inch or two taller than my own six foot four and possibly even had me beat in weight and bulk, which was saying a lot.

But yet… I wasn’t afraid of him. I sensed a gentleness about him, although maybe that was just because he’d called me pretty. I realized I’d been staring too long and faked a cough before I rambled out an info dump that was way too much information to share with a random stranger, let alone some biker who was eyeing me like candy. 

“Ah, um… no, not bad news. My date for tomorrow just canceled on me, but I wasn’t invested, so it’s cool. It would’ve been fun to go out, but whatever. No, I just wished I hadn’t switched my shifts at work for tomorrow. I hate the jerks who come in at night. That’s why I work days. But my date could only meet during the time I’d normally be working. Annnd I’m talking too much. Sorry. Careful, next I’ll be telling you about how I got bullied in high school. Which is probably related directly to why I hate the jerks on the night shift at work. Stupid meatheads.”

White teeth gleamed as he threw his head back to laugh. “You’re too much. I love it. Don’t apologize for opening up. I’m fascinated.” He pulled the nozzle out of his tank and went about finishing up while he talked. “Let me see if I can get this right.”

About The Author

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As an avid reader and big romance fan myself, I love sharing the stories of the different people who live in my imagination. My stories are filled with humor, a few tears, and the underlying message to not give up hope, even in the darkest of times, because life can change on a dime when you least expect it.

This theme comes from a lifetime of lessons learned on my own hard journey through the pains of poverty, the loss of more loved ones than I’d care to count, and the struggles of living through chronic illnesses. Life can be hard, but it can also be good! Through it all I’ve found that love, laughter, and family can make all the difference, and that’s what I try to bring to every tale I tell.

I’m a happily married mom with one snarky teenage boy, and three grown “kids of my heart.” I’m more widely known for my mpreg writings as Susi Hawke; this new name is a departure from that.

Whether written by Susan or Susi, the books are filled with that all-important love, laughter, and family I mentioned; the only difference is that this name has no male pregnancy.

I look forward to sharing my stories with you, and to bringing more romance and laughter into this world that needs it so very badly.

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A sweet romance between two opposite characters

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My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars

This was a really sweet, fairly low angst, small town romance and I loved most of it.

However, it had my most hated poxy plot point as the big tension builder – failure to communicate.

It drives me nuts, even when it’s given a good padding of extra reasons for why it happened, as Ed does in this story.

So, it’s me not the book, I just get so frustrated when I can see the internal wrangling of feelings which would be sorted out through a simple conversation.

Having said the above, everything else in this latest Hart’s Bay entry worked. I love the found family, the small town vibes and the strong bonds of friendship.

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Release Blitz: Rules To Ignore by Susan Hawke

Rules To Ignore by Susan Hawke

Davey’s Rules #7

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Release Date: March 16th, 2020

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Davey’s Revised Rule #1: A good Daddy will love his boy with all his heart.

Davey Hendrickson doesn’t mind being forever single when he’s got his bestie at his side. It’s not that he wants to be single. He’s spent most of his adult life searching for his own perfect Daddy.

Even if he’s not naturally submissive, someone that fabulous is obviously meant to be a boy… right? Over the years, he’s dated every type of Daddy imaginable but not one of them could come close to meeting the requirements from his ridiculous list of rules.

After losing his husband, Sammy Robustelli has learned to be strong while raising two children on his own. No matter what life has thrown his way, nothing seems too hard with his best friend and roomie Davey at his side. When the two friends learn that people believe they’re a couple, they can’t help but laugh. The very idea is a big joke… until it isn’t.

It only takes a few wake-up calls before Davey wonders what happens if a guy might be in love with the best friend he can never have. It could never work for a pair of boys in need of a bossy top, right? Except… maybe Davey doesn’t know himself—or Sammy—as well as he thinks.

This is the final book in a series about not-so-perfect Daddies, adorable “boys,” and one sassy brat with an insane list of rules.

Grab your fan and tissues because this series comes with both a high heat advisory and all the squishy feels you’d want from a Susan Hawke book.

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“I’m here, what can I do to help?” I looked around the crowded club with pride, pleased to see the event had brought everyone out tonight. There were several tables set up beside the bar with the volunteers Preston had lined up to help people check in, with a good-sized line of people eagerly waiting. I found Preston standing off to the side, scribbling notes on an old-fashioned clipboard.

Preston looked up from his clipboard, frowning absently before giving his head a shake. “Nope. I have it on good authority that it’s your day off and you’re here to participate. I suppose I can let you skip the sign-up line, but you’re not allowed to help.”

He unclipped a four-by-six index card and scrawled my name across the top, his pen hesitating before checking the box for Daddy or boy. Preston’s lips spread into a slow smile as he glanced back up. “Did you decide to listen to your friends, or are you staying in your comfort zone?”

“Bitch, please. If you’re going to bust my balls, I don’t have to be here.” I brushed an imaginary piece of lint from the loosely tied black necktie that hung a few inches below the open collar of the purple button-up shirt I’d finally decided worked with the leather skinny jeans I was wearing.

Preston wasn’t impressed. He simply stood there leaning on one hip as he tapped a pen against the clipboard. “Well? I’m waiting. Which group am I putting you in tonight?”

I rolled my eyes as I straightened my posture. “Fine. If you must know, Sammy and I decided this would be a good chance to test your silly theory since I’ve probably already dated any of the Daddies who’ll show up for this thing.”

“See? Was that so hard? Say it with me, Davey. I’m here as a Daddy.” Preston’s teasing was stopped short when a hand settled on his shoulder. He looked up with a sappy smile. “Hello, Daddy. Guess what I’m doing? I’m signing Davey up to attend the mixer as a Daddy himself, can you believe it? He’s not sure whether or not he’s really a Daddy, but at least he’s agreed to give it a shot tonight.”

Bryan’s expression was way less surprised than I would’ve expected. If anything, he looked slightly amused. “I probably should’ve seen this coming, to tell the truth. I mean, you definitely do bratty well but you aren’t exactly the type to follow directions. God, can you remember that awful date we went on? Nope. You definitely don’t like to submit. But hey…good for you, dude. I wish everyone was open-minded enough to step out of their box and try something new. Good luck tonight, Davey. I think you’ll find this might be a better fit for you.”

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About The Author

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As an avid reader and big romance fan myself, I love sharing the stories of the different people who live in my imagination. My stories are filled with humor, a few tears, and the underlying message to not give up hope, even in the darkest of times, because life can change on a dime when you least expect it.

This theme comes from a lifetime of lessons learned on my own hard journey through the pains of poverty, the loss of more loved ones than I’d care to count, and the struggles of living through chronic illnesses. Life can be hard, but it can also be good! Through it all I’ve found that love, laughter, and family can make all the difference, and that’s what I try to bring to every tale I tell.

I’m a happily married mom with one snarky teenage boy, and three grown “kids of my heart.” I’m more widely known for my mpreg writings as Susi Hawke; this new name is a departure from that. Whether written by Susan or Susi, the books are filled with that all-important love, laughter, and family I mentioned; the only difference is that this name has no male pregnancy.

I look forward to sharing my stories with you, and to bringing more romance and laughter into this world that needs it so very badly.

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Release Blitz: The Rivalry by Beth Bolden

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Release Date: March 9, 2020

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 100,000 words

It is a standalone story.

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The first time NFL quarterback Heath Harris meets Sam Crawford, it’s just them, a luxury yacht and a few days of fun in the sun. Sam turns out to be nothing like Heath expects. He’s kind and funny and irreverent—and also unbelievably, shockingly sexy. For three short, glorious, life-changing days, there are no rules.

The second time they meet, Sam has just been traded to Heath’s team, and instead of lovers, they’ve become rivals instead. Heath has spent the last five years working desperately to be the best quarterback the Riptide could ever need, but when injuries threaten to derail his career, Sam is right there, standing on the sideline. Ready to take over, and ready to ruin everything Heath has given his life for.

Rival. Enemy. Teammate. Friend. Lover.

As their orbits collide, sparks fly, and Heath struggles to find the right label and the right box to shove Sam into, hoping to keep him contained. But Sam—and Heath’s feelings—refuse to cooperate.

Sam might not be just one of those things, he might be all of them, and so much more.

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Heath had forced himself not to get (even more) self-conscious when he changed into his swim trunks. You work your ass off in the weight room, he told himself firmly, you look good. But it was hard to ever imagine he looked as good as Sam did. Sam looked . . . Heath forced himself not to think about it, because the last thing he needed was to get hard in his trunks right now.

Brooke was already lying out on the open deck, a skimpy bikini revealing all her best assets. “Drew and Mark already took the skiff out with Captain Tom,” she said when Heath and Sam approached.

“Yeah, we’re going for a swim,” Sam said.

“And share secret quarterback tips? You two have fun.” Brooke’s knowing expression was baffling, but maybe she thought it was weird they were hanging out because they played for different teams.

“Uh,” Heath said, and then latched on to the bin of sunscreen options next to her. “We should put some protection on . . .”

Both Brooke and Sam looked at him shocked. “Um,” he realized, “sun protection.”

“Right,” Sam said, grinning. “You first.” Instead of the easy spray option, Sam plucked a bottle of lotion from the selection. Heath went hot and then cold, realizing that Sam definitely intended to touch him all over, and he was somehow going to have to keep his erection under control.

Normally, that wouldn’t have even been an issue, but somehow his dick had discovered its purpose in life after meeting Sam. He was already half-hard now, and as soon as Sam touched him, all bets were going to be off.

The lotion was cold as Sam squirted it onto his back, and that helped initially, but then his hands, warm and broad and confident, were there, smoothing the cream all over his back and shoulders. He used soft, long strokes, like he was both trying to reassure Heath and turn him on, all at the same time—even though Heath knew that couldn’t possibly be true. When his fingers drifted lower, nearly hitting the waistband of his swim trunks, Heath nearly gasped. It was the most erotic application of sunscreen that Heath had ever experienced, and the only thing that kept him from totally busting out of his trunks was latching on to the thought of how smelly Bran’s locker was by the end of the season.

“My turn,” Sam said, and to Heath’s surprise, his own voice was rather gravelly. Like he’d actually enjoyed touching Heath.

Sam touching him had felt like a combination of heaven and hell. Heath never imagined that reciprocating would somehow feel even more dangerous, but from the moment his fingers lightly brushed Sam’s skin, it was nearly game over. He was so smooth and powerful and soft, all contradictions wrapped up in this sexy, gorgeous package, and it was nearly impossible to stop when the lotion had been evenly distributed.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” Brooke said, and Heath jerked his hands back like he’d been electrocuted.

“I mean, so helpful with each other, even though you’re supposed to be rivals,” Brooke added.

They weren’t really rivals—Sam wasn’t even the starting quarterback for the Piranhas, but Heath latched on to her distraction like a lifeline. “We’re not rivals,” Heath said. “It’s not like that.” Sam nodded vigorously, and grabbed the lotion from Heath’s hands, clearly also eager to change the subject. Heath didn’t know why, but he was intrigued.

“You about ready to go in?” he asked Heath.

“Yeah, let me just get my face,” Heath said. He knew he was still too pale, especially considering he lived in Southern California. Too much time still spent indoors. Frankie was always harassing him, accusing him of becoming a recluse. She wasn’t completely wrong.

“Good, because I’m definitely ready,” Sam said, obviously eager to get away from Brooke, her inquisitive gaze still pinned to the pair of them.

Sam took off in a cannonball leap, before Heath could warn him that they didn’t know how deep the water was. You’re always looking before leaping, he thought ruefully. It was definitely a less exciting existence than the one Sam clearly enjoyed. Instead of jumping off the boat, Heath sat on the back ledge, and swinging his legs around, dropped down gently into the water. It was surprisingly warm, and he kicked powerfully to bring himself over to where Sam had surfaced, pushing his wet hair back, like he was a fucking supermodel.

“Feels damn good,” Sam said, and Heath nodded, keeping his distance as they both treaded water.

It would feel even better if they were pressed up together, wet skin against wet skin, but Heath would take the water reflecting in the intense blue of Sam’s eyes every day of the week. He’d never felt a color so viscerally—burning deep in his stomach, magnifying his arousal until the only thing keeping him from flying apart was the cool water against his dick.

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A lifelong Oregonian, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband and their sweet kitten, Earl Grey. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.

Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She’s published sixteen novels and six novellas.

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Release Blitz: Throwing Hearts by N.R. Walker

Throwing Hearts | N.R. Walker

Release Date:  March 15th, 2020

Length: 55,000-words

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A fun and sexy romance where the kiln isn’t the only thing that’s scorching hot.

Leo Secombe loves his life, and he’s convinced himself he’s happy to be single. In his spare time, he keeps himself busy at a local LGBTQ centre that pairs a younger person with a community elder to help them feel included in today’s rainbow family. Leo and Clyde have been buddies for a few years now, and signing up for a pottery class seems like fun.

Merrick Bowman has been so focused on getting his pottery business up and running that he’s forgotten how to date. How to live, even. But when a young, bubbly Leo and an older, grumpy Clyde walk through his door, Merrick has no idea how much Leo is about to centre his world.

Throwing clay has been Merrick’s entire life, but Leo’s about to change all that. Maybe Merrick’s ready to throw caution to the wind. And maybe he’s ready to finally throw his heart on the line.

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I was still smiling when I got into Merrick’s car. He’d pulled into the street as I got to the footpath, so I climbed straight in. “Hey,” I said, trying not to notice how particularly gorgeous he looked tonight. He wore a navy button-down shirt and faded jeans, his short hair was glossy black, his smile, and his smell . . .

Jesus. I was ready to forego dinner and just get straight to the dicking.

“Hey,” he replied huskily. He looked at me like he might want to devour me. “You look so good.”

Yep. Straight to the dicking. Please, and right now, thanks.

He let out a laugh as though he was nervous. “I told myself to try and play it cool. That didn’t last very long.”

“God, same.”

He laughed again, but then his gaze darted to the rear-vision mirror. “Oh shit.” There was a car behind us so he kept driving, and that was a good distraction. “How was work?”

“So busy. Actually, it was crazy-busy, but that was possibly a good thing because I was too busy to overthink everything and have a nervous breakdown before you picked me up. How about you?”

He grinned at me. “About the same.”

The electricity between us was insane. I was surprised there weren’t actual physical sparks. My heart was doing some squeezy-hammering thing; I couldn’t seem to breathe properly, my skin was warm all over, and all I wanted to do was laugh. “Ooooh boy,” I said, trying to catch my breath, grinning like an idiot. “So where are we going for dinner?”

“It’s an Asian-fusion noodle bar,” he answered. “They have everything. You hungry?”

“I am, actually. I didn’t really get a lunch break.”

“Well, the food at this place is amazing.” He looked down at my shirt again before meeting my eyes. “I really like that shirt.”

I almost said where I would like to see it end up but decided against it. “Uh, thanks.”

He shot me an odd look. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” I was still grinning, and I figured what the hell. “I was just thinking . . . if you really like my shirt, I’ll be only too happy to leave it on your bedroom floor tonight.”

He burst out laughing, surprised but amused. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, sorry. Corny pickup lines are terrible.”

“Not completely terrible. I liked where that one was going.”

He pulled the car into a parking spot and I realised then where we were. We were at his studio, or more significantly, at his house. “Oh. Was the offer of my shirt on your bedroom floor better than dinner? Because seriously, I won’t mind.”

He laughed again and got out of the car. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t.” He nodded up the street. “But the restaurant is within walking distance.”

We got out of the car, and I kind of felt bad that he had come to pick me up only to drive straight back to his house. “I could have driven to your place,” I said.

He put his hands to his heart. “But it’s a date. My dad always said I had to date properly. Pick them up, drop them home. Be a gentleman, that kind of thing.”

“Pretty sure your dad was just looking after your virtue. By picking your date up and then dropping them home, you’d be minimising the time spent at your place.”

Merrick laughed. “Maybe.”

I looked at the studio, at the darkened windows, at the privacy. And my empty stomach was forgotten, because inside that ceramics studio—or rather, in the loft above it—was privacy for kissing, touching, tasting . . .

I pointed my thumb towards the front door with the closed sign. “If you’d like to take me upstairs right now, I could help you find that virtue . . .”

Merrick barked at a laugh and grabbed my hand. “Dinner first. Conversations and questions. Then we can worry about virtues.”

As we walked up the street, Merrick kept a hold of my hand. I threaded our fingers properly, and the adrenaline and the nerves, the anticipation, and the sexual tension manifested as a shit-eating grin.

The restaurant was only a block away, but there wasn’t just one place to eat. There were heaps on both sides of the street. I could see lots of people, smiling and eating, seated at tables inside each one. “Man, I wish Kell and I had a dozen different restaurants a block away.”

“Perks of living in a semi-commercial zoned part of the city,” Merrick said as he held the door open for me. “Means I don’t have to cook very often.”

It was busy inside, but thankfully Merrick had made a reservation. We were shown to our table by a woman who knew Merrick by name, and we each ordered a Coke. “You do come here often.”

He nodded. “The japchae is to die for. And the shoyu ramen is better than my grandmother’s, but if anyone else asks, I’ll deny I ever said that.”

I chuckled and sipped my drink. As much as I had wanted Merrick to take me upstairs at his studio, I was really glad he had opted for dinner first. He was right; there would be time for that later. Getting to know each other and being certain that this thing between us was right was too important to ignore.

“So,” I began, “you wanted conversations and questions . . .  What did you want to ask?”

“Everything,” he replied simply. “I want to know everything.”

God, that could be dangerous. “Such as?”

“Favourite colour?”

I snorted, because that was not what I expect him to ask. “Um, it depends. Are we talking about Skittles? Or having to choose one colour to wear for the rest of your life? Because they have vastly different selection criteria.”

My answer clearly surprised him. He almost choked on his drink. “Okay, sorry. I should have been more specific. Favourite colour Skittle?”

“The purple ones, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Yours?”

“Orange.”

“Least favourite?”

“Yellow.”

“No one eats the yellow Skittles.”

He grinned. “Favourite colour M&M’s?”

“The normal ones or the peanut ones?”

“Both. Either.”

“I prefer the peanut ones, not gonna lie. Blue ones are my favourite. Yours?”

“I like the normal M&M’s better, and I eat the brown ones first. The red ones die last, and all other colours are indiscriminately picked off at random.”

“Ooh, organised chaos. I like that.”

Merrick laughed again. “And if you had to choose a colour to wear every day for the rest of your life?”

“Probably blue. It’s more adaptable for more situations. I love splashes of pink, but wearing it head to toe every day of forever would be a bit overwhelming.”

“Agreed. Very Umbridge.”

Now it was me who laughed. “God, I didn’t even think of that. She was so evil.”

The waitress came back and took our order, but because we hadn’t even looked at the menu, Merrick ordered for the both of us. I figured it’d be interesting to see what he chose, what he thought I’d like.

“Okay, my turn to ask a question. Dating history. And go . . .”

He made a face. “Wow, okay. You just jump right in.”

“Well, we have discussed Skittles and M&M’s, so there’s nowhere left to go, really.”

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N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

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An uplifting and joyous romance from RJ & Vicki

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What a thoroughly uplifting and joyful book, even though it’s dealing with the aftermath of some horrendous events.

I loved everything about this book, from Henry’s determination to get back on the ice, to Apollo’s warmth and caring heart.

Third in the Arizona Raptors series, I think it could stand alone but the reader would have a much better understanding of the background if they’d read the first two – which are brilliant books in their own right anyways!

Great pacing, the tensions grew organically out of the fears of the two men following their previous experiences and I liked that the friendships which have grown in this series, and the other interlinked ones, were still going strong.

My favourite one yet in this series because I was rooting for Henry to be able to get over his traumatic accident and he did that with the help of a bunch of expert professionals and his own determination.

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