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Release and Review Tour: SEX, Not Love: Vi Keeland

SEX, NOT LOVE
Vi Keeland
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Release date January 15, 2018


From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel. 

My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards. 

We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction. 

I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.

We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.

I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.

I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems. 

Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?

Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…


Natalia Rossi is a woman whose previous relationship made her untrusting, pessimistic, and uninterested in getting close enough to someone to get hurt. She is focusing on work and her step daughter, but would not mind a casual hook up or easy-going relationship with a stable, safe man. She is funny, sarcastic, and has a big heart. 

Fortunately or unfortunately for her Hunter Delucia enters her life when she meets him at her best friend's wedding. He is sexy, charming, confident, cocky, successful, tempting, and persistent. He appears to be a playboy not looking for love...just the kind of guys she has vowed to avoid.

They have off the charts chemistry from even small touches. They seem like opposites in a lot of ways, but also have some similarities. But she is smart enough to know that keeping him at a distance is probably safer for her. She's good at running, but he is determined and persistent to explore the chemistry they have and keeps pushing the "Sex, not love" angle. But anything between them would come with a planned expiration date. And although he knows what has made her guarded, she has no idea what has affected Hunter in his past. 

It is told in Natalia's and Hunter's points of view in present, and also parts of his past are revealed gradually in flashbacks providing further insight into what shapes his decisions. The building of their friendship and relationship is a slow burn from antagonism, flirty and dirty rapport, frustration, mixed signals, support, and sexual tension. But can two people with such chemistry and compatibility really keep feelings out of it? Is "Sex, Not Love" even a real possibility?

Like many of Vi Keeland's books there is more to the story than you initially realize and figuring it out is part of the fun while often adding some pain, drama, and emotional turmoil. This was sexy, witty, angsty, and fun, but also heartfelt and full of feels. I loved their feisty dynamic. They both had such good hearts. My heart hurt for both of them at times. Hunter  was a complex hero with many layers and I got really attached to him. And Nat was spunky and caring. I liked their best friends Anna and Derek and her step daughter, Izzy that rounded out this group. This was more of a gradual build, but the characters and story did draw me in and keep me interested til the end.

I was gifted a copy

She is looking for easy, no strings, no future. Natalia Rossi is focused on rebuilding her career and centering her life. She has a type, one that she has decided it would be best to avoid, so at her best friend’s wedding she is looking for something safe, something easy, something almost boring.

Hunter Delucia is all about the good times. He isn’t looking for love, only sex, but he is exactly the kind of man Natalia is trying to avoid. It doesn’t help that he is closely connected to her best friend’s new husband, so even if she had a one-night stand with him, she would have to see him anytime she saw her best friend.

Neither of these two is interested in a relationship, but the sparks fly immediately between them. Natalia’s last relationship left her distrustful, while Hunter’s reasons are less clear. Between the long distance and the fact that each of their best friends is married to the other, Nat is hesitant to have even a one-night stand with Hunter. But he is persistent, and she can’t deny the chemistry that runs between them.

This was more of a slow burn than I think we’ve seen from Vi Keeland. I was expecting the sparks and the chemistry between Natalia and Hunter, but I was surprised by the amount of time that passed with little or no between the sheets action. That slow burn meant that the chemistry between them was very solid before they took anything to the next level, and their actions spoke loudest.

Along with the slow burn came a vulnerability that I wasn’t expecting from Hunter. The present day plot is peppered with flashbacks from his teen/early 20’s years and readers slowly learn why he is hesitant to offer more than fun to any of his partners. While one aspect of his reluctance was not surprising, there was another thread that surprised me and had me looking back on other conversations with a new light.

This was filled with so many emotions. From fun and flirty, to pain and turmoil, Sex, Not Love has it all. There were a few threads at the end that left me with minor questions, but nothing that truly impacted either of the main character or detracted from the overall story. I was by turns entertained and moved by the characters and their journeys and enjoyed every moment of the book.

I was gifted a copy in exchange for an honest review.


Vi Keeland

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Release Reviews: Man Card: Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby


Man Card
Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby
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Release Date January 15, 2018



Nothing ventured, nothing banged...

Ash

I still don't know how it happened. One minute I was arguing with my arrogant competitor--our usual trash-talk over who deserves the larger commission. But somehow I went from throwing down to kneeling down... 

It can never happen again. I don't even like Braht. He's too slick. He's a manipulating mansplaining party boy in preppy clothes.
So why can't I get him out of my head? 

Braht

There are two things I know without question. One: Ash and I are destined for each other. Two: never trust a man with a unibrow.

Ash is my missing my piece. She's the sweet cream to my gourmet espresso. And nothing gets me going faster than her contempt for me. They don't call her the Ashkicker for nothing. 

Eventually I'll win her over...if my past doesn't ruin everything first.

 
 
We met Ash and Braht in Man Hands when their best friends Brynn and Tom fell in love. Ash and Braht seemed to have strong feelings for each other too: Braht wanted Ash bad and And Ash acted like she hated him. They are both realtors and thrive on competition. They love to rile each other up. And eventually the sexual tension and lust boiled over until they shared a clandestine coupling in their friend's pantry.

Now they are spending even more time together since they are working from the same office and trying to sell Tom's house for him. Ash is adversarial, prickly, stubborn, and strong-willed. They don't call her the Ash-kicker for nothing. She is untrusting and hates losing control. She has been through a bad relationship that still haunts her. But she is not cold,  and is supportive and protective of those she loves. 

Braht has his own issues from his past. But he is not afraid to relentlessly pursue her. He is not the typical alpha male in many books. It was refreshing because he is a high maintenance and not afraid to embrace his feminine side. He dresses preppy, loves manicures and facials, chick flicks, and pet names. He is not intimidated by her, knows how to get to her,  and is not afraid to be himself. But there is a certain arena that he does like to have control and make her be the one to let go for a change. He is caring, protective, smart, funny, and a tad bit obnoxious, but I could not help but love him.

Ash is not sure if she wants to Kiss, marry, or kill Braht. They compete, they fight, and then lust, friendship, and a bit of a fake relationship lead to even more strong feelings. I really enjoyed their interesting dynamic and how their relationship started mutating and changing along the way.

But Braht's secrets from his past, and issues in her own life complicate everything. Will they be able to navigate their way to a real relationship or will it end up in disaster?

This is funny, fast-paced, sexy, sweet, and a bit suspenseful. They have great, witty and flirty banter and chemistry. Their personalities are a bit over the top, but so much fun. I enjoyed getting more with Brynn and Tom, their other friend, Sadie and his brother, Bramley. I hope we see a book for Sadie next. I would even love one with Bramley. I love these author's combined books, and they are hard to put down once you pick them up.

I was gifted a copy in exchange for an honest review. 
Ash and Braht were side characters with heat in Man Hands. As realtors for the same firm, they often encounter each other professionally, but now that their best friends are together, they also have to deal with each other during personal time. This wouldn’t be a problem except that Ashley professes to hate Braht, and Braht is very interested in Ashley.

Their competition grows as Braht is transferred to Ashley’s office so they can sell a house together, and Ashley battles to remain the top seller in the office.

This was a fast turn from hating each other to lusting after one another. Maybe it’s true that strong feelings are strong whichever way on that pendulum they swing? But as the hate turns to lust, these two have to figure out what exactly they want and how they can meet in the middle to get what they need.

I really liked Braht. He is a different type of leading man than we typically see right now. While he is strong and confident, he is not an alpha. He is not afraid to be softer and is more into fashion and flamboyant accessories. But get him in the bedroom and he is all about control.

I had a few questions at the end that kept me from being able to rate the book higher, but I thoroughly enjoyed the escape this story provided. It was entertaining and fun, if at times a little predictable, while also being a meatier storyline than Man Hands. And though I say it was predictable, it also surprised me because of a few key details.

This was a fast, fun read that had me laughing while also wondering how they could find a middle ground to the secrets from their pasts. Everything about this series is bigger than life, and Braht and Ashley are no exception. I look forward to more from this series, as the side characters are all just as much fun. Readers learn more about the women’s other best friend, Sadie, and Braht’s brother, Bramley, both of whom I would be interested for more.

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“Name your other favorite movies,” I challenge Braht.

“All of them?” He chugs his margarita.

“Hmm. Top ten? Top five?”

“That’s totally easy,” he says. Somehow I’ve gotten closer to him on the floor. When he sits back, I actually snuggle in beside him. He’s wearing a ridiculously soft shirt that feels good against my skin. And I watch with fascination as he ticks off the names of films on his fingers. “When Harry Met Sally. The Devil Wears Prada. Roman Holiday. Clueless. And Working Girl.”

I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. “Those are all chick flicks. You should just hand over your man card right now.”

“Not a chance.” Braht’s expression grows intense. “In the first place, I gave you a very thorough demonstration of my man card last week. I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”

I swallow hard, because this is certainly true.

“And secondly, you’re looking at this all backward.”

“I…am?” And why can’t I look away? He has the most beautiful, intelligent eyes.

“Yeah, you are,” he whispers. “It’s the guy who has a firm grip on his man card that can hold your purse. He’s not afraid to be seen with that Tory Burch you like to carry—nice color, by the way. He’ll free up your hands because he likes your hands, and he remembers all the terrific things you can use them for.”

“Oh,” I say slowly. Now my fingers itch to reach out for him. I have to make fists with both hands so I won’t do it.

“Furthermore, he’s not afraid to quote Working Girl. Because Joan Cusack is a genius. And who wouldn’t want to say Melanie Griffith’s best line out loud?”

I can’t help saying it with him, and together we sound like the world’s horniest Greek chorus: “I have a head for business and a body for sin.”

Sin sounds pretty good right now, actually. But Braht’s not done with his speech. “Any man who tells you that chick flicks are for pussies can’t be any good in bed. Because that man does not speak the language of women. He doesn’t know that a little luxury can erase a shitty day of worrying about your ex…”

Braht takes my hand in his and begins to massage it. He has a great technique, applying gentle pressure between each joint. I relax just a little bit more against him.

“…That man doesn’t speak the language because he’s afraid of sounding like a girl. But fuck that noise, honey bear. If a man doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe a satin teddy with peekaboo lace and mother-of-pearl snaps at the crotch, he can’t buy it for you and then strategically ask you to wear it. He can’t plan ahead to blow your mind sometime by lifting your skirt somewhere semi-public and dangerous. And he can’t get down on his knees and kiss that lace and then pop open those snaps while you bite your own hand to keep from screaming when you climax.” Braht takes a deep breath and lets it out in one hot gust. “Fuck. What was the point of this speech?”

“Um…” My voice is hoarse, and my face is suddenly very hot. Let’s not even mention my nipples. “Man cards, I think.” But I’m not sure, because everything tingles.

“Right,” he says with a sigh. “Still got mine. Shall we watch Working Girl next?”

“Okay,” I breathe, sinking a little further into his comforting embrace.

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He puts the "screw" in screwball comedy...

BRYNN

At thirty-four, I’m reeling from a divorce. I don’t want to party or try to move on. I just want to stay home and post a new recipe on my blog: Brynn’s Dips and Balls.

But my friends aren’t having it. Get out there again, they say. It will be fun, they say. I’m still taking a hard pass. 

Free designer cocktails, they say. And that’s a game-changer. 

Too bad my ex shows up with his new arm candy. That’s when I lose my mind. But when my besties dare me to leap on the first single man I see, they don't expect me to actually go through with it.

TOM

All I need right now is some peace and quiet while my home renovation TV show is on hiatus. But when a curvy woman in a red wrap dress charges me like she’s a gymnast about to mount my high bar, all I can do is brace myself and catch her. What follows is the hottest experience of my adult life. 

I want a repeat, but my flying Cinderella disappears immediately afterward. She doesn’t leave a glass slipper, either—just a pair of panties with chocolate bunnies printed on them. 

But I will find her.
Sarina Bowen

Sarina Bowen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Vermont's Green Mountains with her family, six chickens and too much ski gear and hockey equipment.

In 2016, Sarina became a Rita Award winner! The Romance Writers of America honored HIM by Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy with Best Contemporary Romance, Mid-Length.




Tanya Eby
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Tanya is a starving artist without the starving part. Maybe, then, she's a snacking artist. She lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan with her two kids and tiki-obssessed husband and writes quirky fiction. 

After writing a gripping, dark, gothic novel IN THE GARDEN ROOM, Tanya decided to switch it up. She's hard at work on a romcom, which doesn't feel like work at all.

She likes to keep things interesting. 

She is also an award-winning narrator and audiobook publisher. She has been lucky to narrate some of the best books around...600 and counting! Many of the books she narrates are NY Times bestsellers. 

She loves the challenge of narrating and truly adores words. Reading other writers' work encourages her to keep working on her own.

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Cover Reveal: One Last Time: Corinne Michaels


One Last Time by Corinne Michaels

Release Date: February 26th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance






From New York Times bestselling author, Corinne Michaels, comes a new heartwarming standalone romance.



I’m getting really good at cutting my losses.



First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can’t catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I’m determined to succeed.



That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time . . . practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course.



I’m ready to forget the awkward night, yet Noah has no intention of allowing me to move on. Instead, he arranges for me to write a feature on him, ensuring a lot more time together. One embarrassing moment after another, one kiss after another, and before I can stop myself, I realize—I’m falling in love with him.



But when the unthinkable happens, can I even blame him for cutting his losses?



What I wouldn’t give for just one last time . . .


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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.

After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of 
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Sneak Peek: Sex, Not Love: Vi Keeland


  



Sex, Not Love
Vi Keeland
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My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.

We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.

I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.

We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.

I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.

I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.

Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?

Nothing, I thought.

It’s just sex, not love.But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
     

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“You’re not going anywhere before you do two things.”

“Two things?”

“Leave your number and kiss me goodbye.”

“I…I…you haven’t brushed your teeth.”

Hunter chuckled. It felt like he could see through all of my bullshit. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and held it out to me before getting up. “Toothpaste in the bathroom still?”

“The little one the hotel sets out.”
“I’ll brush. You type.”

While he was in the bathroom, I mulled over not typing anything into his phone. There was no way I was keeping in touch with a man living three-thousand miles away. A guy like him was the last thing I needed. But then I thought better of just telling him I’d put my number in. He seemed to have figured me out pretty quick. So instead, I typed my name and number, only I changed the last two digits.

And it was a good thing I did, because when Hunter returned from his bathroom trip, the first thing he did was check that I’d entered something. Luckily, he didn’t attempt to call me. Satisfied, he tossed his phone on the bed and nodded.

“Thank you. Now kiss me.”

I could see he wasn’t going to let me leave without this. So, sacrificing to make my plane, I pushed up on my toes and delivered a quick peck to his lips.

Mmm.... Nice and soft.

(And minty fresh.)

“Well…it was nice to meet you.” I turned to dart out the door, but Hunter grabbed my wrist yet again.

“I said kiss me.”

“I did!”

“Kiss me the way you kissed me last night.”

Before I could even attempt to let that sink in, Hunter yanked me against him. One of his large hands cupped the back of my neck, and he squeezed firmly to direct my head where he wanted it. Then, his lips crashed down on mine.

The shock of feeling his mouth against mine quickly dissipated as he licked my lips, encouraging me to open for him. His tongue dipped inside, and he groaned as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. The vibration of the sound traveled between us and sent a hum through my body. Soft and gentle went out the window after that. He grabbed a fistful of my ass, and I lifted my body up onto his, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he backed us to the wall, a sense of familiarity overcame me. I couldn’t remember the specifics of our previous kiss, but I now knew deep inside what it had felt like.

My cell dropped from my hand so my fingers could tangle in his hair. Yanking on the soft strands, I couldn’t get enough. A moan from deep inside my chest moved through our connected mouths. Hunter pushed harder, his thick erection pressing into the center of my open legs. He rocked as he kissed me, causing a friction through two layers of clothing that was leading me to a place I didn’t think it was possible to go fully dressed.

It felt like he wanted to swallow me whole, and in that moment, I would have let him. My breasts were crushed to his chest, and a heartbeat raged out of control—only I wasn’t sure if it was my own or his. Jesus, where does a man learn to kiss like this?

I was breathless and stunned when our kiss broke. Hunter sucked on my bottom lip, tugging it before releasing my mouth.

His voice was strained. “Change your flight. We’re not done here.”

I swallowed, trying to gain some composure. “I can’t.” My voice was barely a whisper. It was all I could muster.

“Can’t or don’t want to?”
   
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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in nineteen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.


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