Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Where I Found You ( Heart's Compass, #1) by Brooke O'Brien

Title: Where I Found You (Heart's Compass #1)
Author: Brooke O'Brien
Release Date: May 8th 2017
Genre: New Adult | Suspense

How do you protect your heart?

Build a wall.
Lock it away.
Let no one in.

Everyone should have a childhood worth remembering. Only I remember mine for all the wrong reasons. Starting over in a new town is hard enough. When you are running from your past, it doesn't get any easier.

I was ready to say goodbye to the burdens I have carried. The pain I’ve experienced is more than anyone should have to face.

Then I met him...

He takes my breath away. I can’t ignore the way he makes me feel. I know he has the power to destroy me.

And that's what scares me the most.

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It’s a few minutes after three o’clock when I hear his pick-up truck pull into my driveway.  After doing a quick check in the mirror, I open the door to greet Callum.  
Once again, there are no words to explain how handsome he looks dressed casually in a black t-shirt, jeans, and his Chucks.  Taking a minute, I let my eyes wander over his body.  Admiring the way his hair is pulled back beneath his backward baseball cap, how the cotton showcases his incredible chest, and his muscular arms fill out the sleeves as my eyes roam back up to meet his stare.  
His eyes are bright with amusement, appreciating how I just blatantly checked him out.  He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.

“You ready, sweetheart, or do you need a minute for a second look?” He chuckles.

Smart ass.  

“I mean, you won’t see me objecting,” I retort, raising my eyebrow as I flash him a smirk of my own.  I can tell by the smile on his face he is enjoying our banter just as much as I am.
“As much as I’d love to see that delectable look of desire on your face again, baby, I have plans for you.  C’mon!” he says, holding his hand out, ushering me onto the porch as he takes the keys from my hand.  
After he safely locks up the house, he takes my hand again and leads me out to his truck.  Helping me into the passenger seat, he leans over and secures the seat belt.  

After double checking that I’m safely buckled in, he leans back to meet my eyes again.   Searching my face, I wait for him to say whatever he so clearly wants to say.  My eyes trace along his sharp jaw down to his lips as I peer back up to him, hoping he feels this pull between us and will finally put me out of my misery.
“There will be plenty of that later.  Just you fucking wait,” he says as if reading my mind, grunting as he steps back down to the ground and slams the passenger door shut.  Letting out a heavy sigh, I follow him as he walks around to the driver’s side and quickly climbs into his seat.  

Leaning over, he turns on the radio as he backs out of the driveway.  It doesn’t take me long to realize we’re heading out of town.  The excitement sets in, wondering where he could be taking me.  
“You going to tell me where we’re going or what our plans are when we get there?” I ask, looking over at him.  
For a minute, I think he is ignoring me until he looks over at me.  He smiles smugly, and I know without a doubt it’s his way of telling me, “not a chance.”

The song changes to a tune that I know so I turn it up and settle back into the seat with a huff, hearing him chuckle to himself.  The lyrics of the song are about a girl teasing a man by making him want her and it spurs something inside me.

Turning my head to Callum, I let my eyes roam over the side of his face, down his chest to the slight bulge in his pants.  Seeing how his body reacts to me has me fighting my own arousal.  Making the path back up to his face, I can see his jaw clench, resisting the urge to look at me, his eyes focusing hard on the road.
The tension in the cab of the truck has quickly changed.  The air charged with the connection between us strong, it’s pulling us together.  Resting my elbow on the center console, I lean in closer so we are touching, causing Callum’s arm to tense as I use my index finger of my right hand to trace along the inside of his forearm.  

That sexy fucking arm.

Leaning in closely, I release a slow breath along his jaw until my mouth is just next to his ear.
“You look so sexy driving this truck, Callum,” I whisper softly as I run my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping softly on his ear lobe.  It’s an action so very unlike me, but I can’t hide the way he makes me feel.
Slowly blinking his eyes, I watch for a second as he closes them just before he forces them open as if forgetting where he was.  Smothering a smile, I remove my arm from around his, leaning back against my seat.   
Grunting to himself, he quickly moves his right hand down to his lap, working to conceal his reaction to me, grumbling, 

“Just you wait, sweetheart, I’ll get you back for that.  Just wait!”

“Where I found You by Brooke O’Brien was emotionally intense, and heart-achingly beautiful! This book left me breathless and wanting more. From start to finish you will have tears in your eyes.” – Julia, The Romance Rebels Book Blog.

“Brooke O’Brien touches all the bases in her debut novel; romance, angst, laughter, a touch of steam, mystery, intrigue, and a sweet Happily Ever After.” – Barb, Goodreads Reviewer.

“It’s extraordinary that this is Brooke’s debut novel because if you hadn’t known right from the beginning I would have never expected it. She has a pure talent with words and did an amazing job at developing her characters. Instantly within the first few pages I was hooked and quickly found myself falling in love with Ellie and Callum’s story.” – Aurora, Whoo Gives A Hoot Book Blog.

Brooke O’Brien is the author of the Heart’s Compass series. 

Brooke lives in the Midwest with her high school sweetheart and their three children (both human and furry). Growing up Brooke always had a love of writing; she started out writing poetry when she was young and began journaling her thoughts as she grew older. Diving head first into a good book has always been therapeutic for her. Now her two passions have collided.

Brooke believes that you can cure any bad day with chocolate and a good book. She enjoys spending time with her family, collecting signed paperbacks, going to the movies, and watching basketball and football.

Remember When by Lindsay Detwiler

Title: Remember When
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2017
Cover Designer: Claire Smith

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This wasn’t how it was supposed to be….

They met at a wedding, Todd the only man wearing jeans, Jessica the beauty with a troubled background. Settled into married life after falling in love, they have so many things left to do in life. They think they have so much time… until Jessica and Todd’s average married life comes to a halt on a snowy back road. When their truck careens down an embankment, they find themselves in a life-or-death situation. With rescue seeming impossible, they cling to the only hope they have left: their love for each other.

As they fight for survival, their connection carries them through the biggest challenge of their lives. Memories and regrets swirl around the couple as they finally take a moment to reflect on what they’re doing in life.

There’s one big, icy question that haunts them, though: Is this where their story will end?

Together, they were a functioning but crazy couple, living in the adult world of responsibility but straying from the normal every now and then to experience life to the fullest.

Together, they could get through anything. She had to cling to that.

She perked up at the thought of having some temporary relief from the cold as Todd wriggled to get closer to the driver seat, being careful to not jiggle his leg too much. He reached over to the keys, turning it with a whispered “Please.”

Nothing happened.

“Shit.” He slammed the dashboard in frustration. His temper was always one of his flaws.

“Let me try,” she uttered, reaching for the key in his hand.

“It’s not working.”


She shoved him away, trying the key herself, whispering “Please.” If her toes weren’t so damn cold, she’d cross them all in hopes of the engine coming to life.

She turned the key and laughed at her luck. The engine chugged to life.

“Wrong again,” she gloated, a huge grin on her face.

“You know, I should push you out in the snow.”

The smile stifled itself at his words, even as the sound of the engine underscored her hope, emphasized the soon-to-be warmth that would be theirs.

She didn’t respond to his statement, lost in her own bout of regrets and guilt.

 “Jess?” he asked finally, concern in his voice.

She warmed her hands in front of the heater. It already felt heavenly, even though it wasn’t even close to being completely warm. Finally, she responded in a disconsolate voice, “Probably should. This is my fault.”

“Hey, stop it. Don’t blame yourself.” He put a hand on her arm, shaking her a bit.

“If I’d listened….”

“We might still have ended up here, or worse. Things could be worse. We could’ve hit a tree head-on. By some luck, we landed right between them. It’s all okay. It’s all going to work out.” He, too, rubbed his hands in front of the heater.

“I love you,” she whispered, still feeling guilty, still not quite believing him. This was her fault. She’d messed up, big-time. Who knew what price they’d pay for it.

“I love you too.”

She smiled again, leaning against him as she basked in the warmth of the heat radiating through her fingers. They sat, wordless, reveling in the simple but heavenly feeling.

Todd interrupted the silence a few moments later. “You do know, when we get out of this, I’m never letting you live this down.”

She groaned, shaking her head as she pulled away from him. “You just said it’s not my fault.”

“Of course I did. Because right now, I can’t blame you or I look like a dick. Later, though, oh man, is this going to be a great addition to my amateur comedic stand-up at parties.”


A high school English teacher, an author, and a fan of anything pink and/or glittery, Lindsay's the English teacher cliché; she love cats, reading, Shakespeare, and Poe.

She currently lives in her hometown with her husband, Chad (her junior high sweetheart); their cats, Arya, Amelia, Alice, and Bob; and their Mastiff, Henry.

Lindsay's goal with her writing is to show the power of love and the beauty of life while also instilling a true sense of realism in her work. Some reviewers have noted that her books are not the “typical romance.” With her novels coming from a place of honesty, Lindsay examines the difficult questions, looks at the tough emotions, and paints the pictures that are sometimes difficult to look at. She wants her fiction to resonate with readers as realistic, poetic, and powerful. Lindsay wants women readers to be able to say, “I see myself in that novel.” She wants to speak to the modern woman’s experience while also bringing a twist of something new and exciting. Her aim is for readers to say, “That could happen,” or “I feel like the characters are real.” That’s how she knows she's done her job.

Lindsay's hope is that by becoming a published author, she can inspire some of her students and other aspiring writers to pursue their own passions. She wants them to see that any dream can be attained and publishing a novel isn’t out of the realm of possibility.

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Eight Days in the Sun by MK Schiller

by MK Schiller
Pub. Date: 5/2/2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Love needs only one chance to shine . . .

He followed in his family’s footsteps and just graduated Marine boot camp. Now Mason Cutler’s personal mission is to get plenty of sun, surf, and no-strings romance in his favorite laid-back Florida beach town before shipping out. But a chance encounter with reserved Kiran Shenoy becomes a golden day of conversation, connection—and an intense attraction Mason can't walk away from. They make an agreement—eight sensuous days together without regrets or promises. Yet soon Mason is longing to convince the spirited woman behind Kiran's sad beautiful eyes to take a chance on even more . . .

All Kiran dared hope for was a chance to heal after a tragic accident and a devastating loss. Mason's freewheeling energy and head-on courage warms her scarred body and soul—and ignites her heart. But with their lives going in different directions, the only commitment they can make is a pact to meet again. Can what they feel survive Mason’s military duty, and Kiran’s second chance to restart her life? And can a desire sparked one summer night be enough for forever?

MK Schiller is a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. In the dark of night, she sits by the warm glow of her computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is! She started imagining stories in her head at a very young age. In fact, she got so good at it that friends asked her to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero. She hopes you enjoy her stories and find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor. M.K. Schiller loves hearing from readers.

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Imperfect by Willow Winters

Fate brought us together, but the sins of my past threaten to rip us apart.

In a city ruled by corruption and powerful men, only the ruthless survive. And that’s just what I am. Like father, like son. The life I lead is riddled with black tie affairs and dark secrets.

A simple mistake destroyed a woman I knew nothing about. She was only a name and a beautiful face in a photograph. Her picture-perfect life was shattered, but I didn’t give a damn.

Or at least I thought I didn’t care, until she stumbled into me.
One look and I was tempted.
One taste and I was hooked.

It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. She’s a good girl from the upper east side, innocent and naive. She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly.
Especially with a man like me. Someone who could tarnish her good girl reputation and make the crack in her picture perfect frame splinter even deeper.
We both know this was supposed to be a one time thing. But I want more.

Now she has me wrapped around her little finger, using me to get through her pain. I’m addicted to the soft moans and the way her nails scratch down my back. I’m starting to need her, as much as she needs me.

I’ll protect her from the truth as long as I can. But even if she finds out, I’m not letting her leave me.
She’s mine now.



Don’t let them see.  
Her words echo in my head as I stalk toward the quiet bedroom.  She whispered them against my lips last night.  The cool air slipped between us as she broke the kiss and slowly opened her eyes in the dark of the night.  
The street light shined down around us on the back porch to her place in the upper east side.  The city life quietly slept so late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it.  Only the sinners were left awake.
Don’t let them see.  She left me with the parting plea and here I am… giving into her wish.
I’ve never crept through anyone’s back door so late at night.  Not once in my life have I had to sneak around like this.
I don’t want to keep doing this shit, but here I am.   What the hell has this woman done to me?  I’m wrapped around her little finger.  
It’s because she’s ashamed.  I know that’s why she doesn’t want people to know we’re together.  Not just a fling, not a rebound fuck.  There’s something more to us now, but she doesn’t want the world to know.  
The floorboards creak under my weight and I hesitate in the doorway, the dim lamp from the hall filling the dark room with a hint of light.  
Sleep is evident on her face, but she stirs beneath the silk sheet until finally sees me.  She lulls her head to the side to look at me, burying her cheek into the pillow, a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I missed you,” her voice is laced with an equal mix of sleep and lust.  
If only she knew the reason I craved her touch.  The reason I was so tempted.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell her in a deep, rough voice as I start unbuttoning my shirt.  A smirk turns the corner of my lips up as her eyes sparkle with humor.  She doesn’t care when I come and go, so long as I lay in her bed at night, or she in mine.
Her doe eyes stare back at me while I slip off the button up and let it pool into a puddle at my feet.  I yank the tight white undershirt over my shoulders and look back to see those lush lips parted.
She likes what she sees.  My muscles ripple as I let the undershirt drop to the floor, the moonlight bathing the room and the two of us in a faint glow.
She may want to keep this a secret, but she fucking wants me and she can’t hide it.  I’ve become addicted to the way she looks at me, like she needs to touch me to stay grounded just as she needs to breathe the air to survive.  I’ve learned to crave the faint sounds of her quickened breath as she waits for me to come to her.   As if she’d die without me.
I’m slow to unbuckle my belt as my eyes roam down her curves.  She’s mine to take.  Mine to touch.  Mine to keep.
If it were up to me, I’d take her ass outside and into the middle of the busy city street to show the world that she belongs to me now.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore and I don’t give a shit who knows.  I’m tired of this bullshit.  
I grip the leather belt tighter as the anger boils in my blood, making it sing in the air as I pull it through the loops and drop it to the floor with a loud clack.  All the while, my gaze is on her gorgeous eyes, and she’s staring back at me with the same desire.
The past is never coming back.  No one will ever know what really happened, not her, not anyone.
“Mason,” she practically whimpers my name and it pulls the beast in me closer to her.  My knee dips into the bed, making it groan with my weight as I crawl over to her.  
Her soft blue eyes pierce through me, cutting through the dark room.  More of the soft light from the city lights slips into the room as the heat kicks on and the curtains sway.  The way the light kisses her skin makes her all the more beautiful.  
She’s laid out for me.  All for me. She fucking needs me.
I crush my lips to hers and dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips as she spreads her thighs for me.  Her soft moans fill the hot air between us.
She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly.  Especially with a man like me.  I wasn’t made for a woman like her.  I’m someone who could tarnish her good girl reputation and make the crack in her picture perfect frame splinter even deeper. Rough around the edges is putting it lightly, but I have what it takes to keep her.
We both know this was supposed to be a one time thing.  But now, I want more.
She thinks she’s ruined, but she’s fucking perfect.  It’s my sins and my secrets that could destroy us both.  I’ll never let them come to light. Not now that I have something worth fighting for.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t stop until she’s mine.
She needs to get over it and just accept this for what it is.  
She’s fucking mine now.

Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!

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Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

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