WIN a copy of THE D.B. LIST.  

Seventeen-year-old Ellie Gebhardt has spent the last three years of high school in psychotherapy, trying to fix a very broken her. And her shrink (or therapist as she likes to be called) seems to think that in order to totally heal, she needs to recognize all the good and bad things that have led her to this point. As if a trip down memory lane will suddenly make her better. She’s given a “homework” assignment to create two lists. One with nothing but happy memories and thoughts on it (otherwise known as the ‘happy rainbow farting unicorns list’). And the other with everything negative that Ellie thinks contributed to “the” day she could no longer cope. So begins Ellie’s Douche Bag list (or D.B. List for short). And once she gets started, it’s hard to stop remembering all the jerks, the petty crap, the times she’d been bullied or the main focus of the rumor mill. So when nice guy, Ky Laramie, walks into her life, Ellie instantly puts her shields up. But as she gets to know him and his family, she wonders if she can dare to put herself out there again. Because as everyone knows, once a candle is lit, the wind can always blow it out. And Ellie couldn’t handle it if Ky ends up atop of the D.B. List.

Read my review of The D.B list, and enter the giveaway at Huntley and Books 

http://huntleyandbooks.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/the-db-list-rebekah-l-purdy-review.html

Book Tour and Review. Taking the Mystery out of the Menu. Naomi Powell. 

A pocket guide to cuisine and understanding the menu by an author who’s passionate about food and fine dining. 

Eating out is not only a ‘special event’ activity enjoyed by families and friends in our modern high speed world, but very often a necessity for the great work force whose long working day and often unsociable working hours allow little time for home food preparation. However, when eating out for whatever reason, it can be very confusing when presented with a menu of unfamiliar terms and dishes. This pocket guide will help diners to master the mysteries of the menu with ease!


Publisher Clink Street Publishing

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About the author: 

After retiring from her career as a music teacher, Naomi Powell returned to Somerset with her husband, Maurice. She is an active member of the Ricard III Society, the Nelson Society and the Royal OverSeas League, as well as an enthusiastic gardener. From her home garden, she began Somerset Garden at the Limes, a business growing, harvesting and making her own preserves, which she operated for five years with retail outlets across North and South Somerset. This is her first book.

Here’s what Naomi Powell had to say about her early experiences of eating out, navigating the menu, and her own attempts at recipes. 

Having reached the exotic age of my sophisticated late teens, I became aware that my ardent cousin sought to commander as much of my free time as possible whilst I was at home during holidays from my student sanctuaries firstly from Dartington Hall and subsequently Leeds University.   As an impoverished student, this was really my introduction to the ‘eating-out experience’, and I do recall with considerable gratitude, how privileged I felt at being taken to some very smart restaurants where door stewards took my coat, indicated where the necessary plumbing arrangements were situated, escorted me to the well-dressed table and then presented me with an extensive menu, large and expensively bound.

I obviously felt reasonably at ease with these unaccustomed luxuries in spite of my naivety, as I soon learned to navigate the menu, and enjoyed the sophistication of eating unfamiliar meals under subdued lighting and hushed ambiance.   In those days of my wild youth, I understood what the menu indicated quite clearly, though I was not altogether familiar with various specific dishes. E.g. Empanadas and Charlotte Royale.  However, on one spectacular occasion, I do remember ordering ‘Duck with oranges’ – pretty straight forward I thought, home and dry!  When the meal arrived, beautifully presented, I exclaimed with pleasure at the neat little ‘oranges’ adorning the duck – only to be corrected, ever so politely “They are tomatoes, madam; the orange element is in the sauce!”  This was possibly my first confusion about menu indications, since tomatoes were not mentioned, let alone as a main ingredient.  Little did I know that many moons later, I would recall this anecdote and realise the minor confusion at that time would turn into constant frustration and much greater confusion as we progressed into a food obsessed society.

My first attempt at ‘nouveau cuisine,’ or experimental desserts, remains a long lasting embarrassment.  I fussed about preparing banana fritters from a new recipe I had acquired – the source of which will remain anonymous – to present to my mother-in-law to be.  Sauce made and dessert assembled in pretty dish, but adhering strictly to the menu, I failed to follow my own gut instinct (naivety again).  I realised too late that one can be too preoccupied with detail and miss the glaringly obvious.

The pond of sauce looked inviting, golden and textured, but the bananas – albeit in halves, did look rather rude lying pale and exposed, even with the adornment of chocolate and mint leaves strategically placed.  The sauce was excellent, but it did little to hide the main content of the dessert.  Needless to say, my use of bananas ever since has been minimal and they have always been well disguised.  

The memorable tip here is always to camouflage these and any similarly questionable fruit in some way in order to avoid embarrassment and surprise, even though the recipe may advocate the use of these fruits ‘au naturel.’

A handy, and easy to navigate, reference guide to the terms (foods, sauces, dishes, their origins, when served etc.) used in restaurants all over the world. Some of the terms you are probably familiar with (as they are so embedded into our culture, baguettes, macaroons etc. ) but others will clear up a bit of confusion, and make choosing your meal a bit easier. Maybe illustrations could have added some colour, and visual recognition. Taking the Mystery out of the Menu would be a good book for both those who go out frequently, or those only occasionally.

Book Review. Under Parr. Andrea Bramhall. 

December 5th, 2013 left its mark on the North Norfolk Coast in more ways than one. A tidal surge and storm swept millennia-old cliff faces into the sea and flooded homes and businesses up and down the coast. It also buried a secret in the WWII bunker hiding under the golf course at Brancaster. A secret kept for years, until it falls squarely into the lap of Detective Sergeant Kate Brannon and her fellow officers.

A skeleton, deep inside the bunker.

How did it get there? Who was he…or she? How did the stranger die—in a tragic accident or something more sinister? Well, that’s Kate’s job to find out.


Under Parr

Andrea Bramhall

Genre: Mystery, LGBT

Publisher: Ylva Publishing

Publication date: May 3 2017

ISBN: 978-3-95533-744-5

Book Description:

December 5th, 2013 left its mark on the North Norfolk Coast in more ways than one. A tidal surge and storm swept millennia-old cliff faces into the sea and flooded homes and businesses up and down the coast. It also buried a secret in the WWII bunker hiding under the golf course at Brancaster. A secret kept for years, until it falls squarely into the lap of Detective Sergeant Kate Brannon and her fellow officers.

A skeleton, deep inside the bunker.

How did it get there? Who was he…or she? How did the stranger die—in a tragic accident or something more sinister? Well, that’s Kate’s job to find out.

Ylva Publishing

About the Author:

Andrea Bramhall wrote her first novel at the age of six and three-quarters. It was seven pages long and held together with a pink ribbon. Her Gran still has it in the attic. Fast forward a few years and Andrea Bramhall is a highly-respected author of eight novels and multiple-award winning writer including the Lambda Literary Award, Golden Crown Award and a Lavender Certificate. Under Parr is the second in the Norfolk Coast Investigation Series, following on the success of the 2016 release Collide-O-Scope (also published by Ylva Publishing).

When she isn’t busy running a campsite in the Lake District, Andrea is hunched over her laptop scribbling down the stories that won’t let her sleep. She can also be found reading, walking the dogs up mountains while taking a few thousand photos, scuba diving while taking a few thousand photos, swimming, kayaking, playing the saxophone, or cycling.

Andrea’s writing style demonstrates her commitment to tackling issues close to her heart through fiction – such as euthanasia, assisted living and ageing – combined with a serious passion for detail. The police procedures in the Norfolk Investigation Series, for example, are precise and true to life. During her research, Andrea talked in length to retired and working police officers to ensure that the facts and procedures are as close to reality as possible, without becoming a work of non-fiction.

Having worked her way through college as a carer in nursing homes, NHS homes, private independent homes, and BUPA homes, before moving into working in hospitals and prison psychiatric wards, Andrea has lived through many eye-opening experiences that have inevitably informed some of the characters and situations in her fiction writing. Her time spent helping to care for her grandfather with Alzheimer’s disease was also hugely impactful. Andrea’s love of the beautiful North Norfolk Coast is incredibly influential to her writing. Andrea says: “Now I live in the Lake District with my partner and our two dogs, on our new campsite, and it is proving to be as inspiring as Norfolk ever was. After all, the Lakes have a long history of inspiring creatives in their work”.

Author Website: https://andreabramhall.wordpress.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AndreaBramhall

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Publisher: https://www.facebook.com/YlvaPublishing

An addictive, and straight forward, murder mystery.

As is the hallmark of the publisher Under Parr has LGBT, and strong female, characters.

Detective, Kate is trying to find out who the skeleton is that was discovered in a closed up bunker. What she soon learns is that the skeleton is an unaccounted for resident at a care home, and something dodgy is going on there.

My one criticism would be that the passages with Kate’s girlfriend, and daughter, which I believe are characters from book one in this series, did seem to get in the way of the story as it deals with the events of the previous book.

Under Parr is actually above parr, and I will be purchasing a copy of further books in the series.

Book Review and Blog Tour. Behind the Wall. Jane Harvey-Berrick. 

Prison.
The place where dreams fade and hope dies.
That’s what it’s meant for the five years that Garrett has been behind bars. But now hope is on the horizon and he’s daring to dream again: small dreams, small hopes.
Getting his GED would be a start. If only his prison-appointed teacher Miss Ella Newsome wasn’t so damn sexy.
As Garrett and Ella start to play a dangerous game, the price could be higher than either of them have guessed.

 









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Prison.
The place where dreams fade and hope dies.
That’s what it’s meant for the five years that Garrett has been behind bars. But now hope is on the horizon and he’s daring to dream again: small dreams, small hopes.
Getting his GED would be a start. If only his prison-appointed teacher Miss Ella Newsome wasn’t so damn sexy.
As Garrett and Ella start to play a dangerous game, the price could be higher than either of them have guessed.

This story first appeared in the anthology HOT FOR TEACHER in 2016. It has since been extended with new scenes, more heartache and even more heat.

An alarm blaring jerked us apart, and Garrett peered through the window in the classroom door.
When he turned to look at me again, there was a new tension in his jaw.
“They’re going to riot,” he said sharply. “We have to get out of here. Do you trust me?”
Trust. Such a small word with such a big meaning. Could I trust a convicted felon? Could I? Dare I trust a man whose simple words stole my heart from the very first moment he’d shown me his true self? Foolish, foolish heart.
“Get ready to run, Ella.”
I took a deep breath, and then we were racing along the brightly lit corridor, the alarm even louder, almost drowning out the pounding of our footsteps.
Garrett dragged me along with him, urging me to go faster. I felt his own panic as he tried door after door, but all were locked. The sound of rioting seemed to follow us, and I thought I could smell smoke.
Then we ran out of corridor, and Garrett swore loudly, his eyes darting wildly. He dropped my hand and kicked at the nearest door, smashing it repeatedly until I was sure either the door or his leg would shatter.
Finally, as sweat poured down Garrett’s face, the door’s weak lock screeched and broke, and he fell into a large storage closet.
“In here!” he hissed, his face contorting with pain as his hand reached out to mine.
I followed him without thinking, needing him near to feel safe.
I’d imagined that hard body so many times, imagined the layer of solid muscle and silky skin that overlaid a tall, lean bone structure. My impatient fingers pushed under his prison uniform, discovering a trail of coarse hair that led from his chest to the waistband of his pants.
My impulsive fingers drifted lower, and I felt the groan in his chest as I closed my hand around his hot, heated shaft.
“Ellaaaa!” he moaned my name with reverence, a plea.


This story first appeared in the anthology HOT FOR TEACHER in 2016. It has since been extended with new scenes, more heart ache and even more heat.

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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).

She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk1CyB8c0xA )

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This is a great story on a forbidden pupil, and teacher, relationship. 

Garrett is a prisoner and, with others, has been put in a classroom to get his GED, and have a better stab at life outside of prison. Miss Newsome is his teacher. Their initial misunderstanding of each other was nicely cut, and the circumstances of which they finally get a moment leads to consequences, and misery, for the pair. 

I did believe in their chemistry. I think Garrett’s development was written better than Miss Newsome’s, and his character was a wonderful mix of attitude, and vulnerability. 

When Garrett was on parole, and living in a  half way house, he meets once more with Miss Newsome. I yelped when I thought the two might not be getting together into a romantic relationship. 

The will they, won’t they, Miss Newsome’s parents, and friends, welcome ex con Garrett as her partner was also part of the book I enjoyed, more so as well on a personal level for me. 

Behind the Wall is a cracking little story. 

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Book Review. It Had to be You. Melissa Kate. 

Emma Wyatt has had enough of her ex best friend and his lady killer ways. Gone was the sweet boy of her youth and in rides the womaniser. But this time he has really gone and done it!



It Had To Be You
Crystal Valley

Book Two
Melissa Kate

Genre: Contemporary Romance , RomCom

Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing

Date of Publication: 25 April 2017

ISBN:  978-0-9984714-1-9
ASIN: B06ZZ2TPJ9

Number of pages: 200 pages
Word Count: 50 k

Cover Artist: Amy from Q Design

Book Description:

Emma Wyatt has had enough of her ex best friend and his lady killer ways. Gone was the sweet boy of her youth and in rides the womaniser. But this time he has really gone and done it!

Oliver didn’t expect to be coupled with Emma. She was in an awkward situation and he couldn’t help the words that came out. She should be grateful, he saved her.

Now the whole town knows. And Emma is pissed! She’s going to kill him.

But a heated argument leads to a fiery moment of passion and suddenly the two are fighting an unlikely attraction that neither saw coming. But Oliver has a secret that could tear them apart…

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CHAPTER ONE

Emma walked into the Community
Center Grand Hall and took in the scene before her. Women of all shapes, sizes,
and generations milled around, cocktails in hand. Their hair was perfectly
coifed and their makeup impeccable. The pheromones in the air were practically
tangible.

A bachelor auction.

How the hell did I get roped into this? she mused.

“Isn’t this exciting?” Her best friend, Audrey, sipped a
pink drink with a twirly straw, her eyes wide.

That’s how.

“If you call a bunch of horny women paying for a date with
an equally horny man exciting, then no, it’s not particularly thrilling.”

“Oh, stop being Old Mother Hubbard. Besides, it’s for a good
cause.”

Emma knew this, of course. The Crystal Valley Homeless
Center was an up-and-coming organization that rehabilitated homeless people and
helped them get their lives back on track. It wasn’t merely a halfway house. It
was a place of refuge that offered people in need a hand up—not just a handout.
Emma tried to volunteer at the Center as much as she could, and she knew
firsthand how rewarding the experience was. The auction couldn’t have benefited
a better cause.

“You and I both know it’s not the auction that’s got your
knickers in a twist.” Audrey grinned devilishly as she tossed her dark hair
over her shoulder. “It’s that hot hunk of junk over there.”

Emma followed her friend’s gaze to Oliver Kyle—the six-foot-two,
sandy-haired Adonis… and the bane of her existence. Emma rolled her eyes, the
familiar irritation settling in. “Now why would I let anything Oliver-related
have anything to do with my panties?”

“Did I hear my name and your panties in the same sentence?”
His deep voice reverberated over her shoulder and sent an unwelcome shiver up
her spine.

“Speak of the devil and the demon appears.” She turned to
face him and nearly slammed into the rock-solid mass of his chest. When did he
get so close to her? Her eyes landed on those firm pecs and traveled up the
thick column of his neck, past the deep dimple of his left cheek and into those
smug honey-colored eyes.

She squinted at him, hackles raising like an old friend.
“Personal space much?”

He leaned in, that overpowering male musk unique to Oliver
surrounding her. “Just trying to get closer to those panties, sweetheart.”

The damn jerk had the audacity to wink at her. An actual
wink!

“You, Oliver Kyle, are a man-whore and will never get within
an inch of my panties.”

“Now, now, Emma, did you just issue a challenge? You know
that feistiness just makes me want you more? I like your attitude problem.”

“I don’t have an attitude problem. You have a problem with
my attitude. That’s not my problem.”

He gave an arrogant little chuckle.

Emma opened her mouth to unleash some choice words when
Audrey stepped between them. “Okay, children, play nice now.”

Oliver reached out and twirled a strand of Emma’s hair
around his finger, as though testing its texture. “This isn’t over, Goldilocks.
I like a challenge.”

Emma was left to ogle his broad shoulders in his Boss suit
before she could formulate a comeback. She fought the urge to stamp her foot
like a petulant child.

“Wow, the sexual tension between you two is hot.”

“The only thing hot between us is my palm getting ready to
slap his smug face.” Emma grabbed Audrey’s glass and downed her colorful drink.

“Uh huh. And denial is a river in Egypt. What happened
between you two anyway?”

“He’s a jackass. A womanizing jackass who is always trying
to make a pass at me, but I won’t become a prospect of his.”

“Oh honey, ten minutes with that man and I’m sure he would
ruin you for any other man.”

Emma swatted her as they made their way toward a seat near
the stage. The cloying smell of cheap perfume of overzealous women lingered in
the air, giving Emma an instant headache. Or maybe that was compliments of Mr.
Kyle. Audrey didn’t realize how close to home she had hit. Emma and Oliver had
been friends during their youth. They had grown up in the same neighborhood
and, despite the two-year age gap, had been practically joined at the hip. Till
one day, soon after she turned thirteen, he had morphed into someone else and
just stopped being her bestie. At first, he had pulled away and Emma had passed
it off as part of growing up, but then he stopped being a sweet boy and became
a hell-raiser.

Now, at age thirty-two, he was the quintessential bachelor.
She wondered if he was up for auction tonight. Not that she would bid on him.
No, she had her eye on that sexy fireman, Mike. Besides, she was sure half of
Crystal Valley would outbid her even if she did. He was very popular with the
ladies.

The lights dimmed suddenly and a hush of anticipation filled
the auditorium as hordes of women scrambled to find vacant seats. She could
practically feel Audrey bouncing in her chair beside her and although she
wouldn’t admit it out loud, it was kind of thrilling. Emma might have a grudge
against Oliver Kyle, but she sure did appreciate some of the other fine specimens
on display.

The opening beats to Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk” started and
the crowd went wild as each bachelor walked on stage, decked in suits and
looking mouth-watering. The song was fitting; most of the singles were from the
police or fire department. The hotness kept coming. How did Crystal Valley have
so many hot, single men? Emma caught herself using her auction paddle to fan
herself. The men did a few steps in sync to the beat, which greatly amused the
audience, before standing single file, hands behind their backs, which only
emphasized the chiseled chests and lean hips.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer’s deep voice rang out.
“Give it up for the bachelors of Crystal Valleeeey!”

The applause was deafening. Emma found herself adding to the
roar. The last time she checked, she was still a warm-blooded female.

“Thank you all for coming tonight and supporting this great
cause. These gracious bachelors have volunteered their time and… um, services,
to raise funds tonight.” A smattering of nervous giggles peppered the hall. He
went on to talk more about the cause as the gents backed offstage.

“Without further ado, ladies, let’s get the ball rolling!”

An upbeat track sounded and one of Oliver’s police buddies
strolled on stage, all muscle and sex appeal.

“Ooh la la,” Audrey cooed beside her, barely audible over
the roar.

The bachelor walked down the ramp. Every woman alongside it
tried to get her hands on some part of him, and he was soaking it up. He
grinned devilishly as he swung his hips a few times before strutting back to
center stage.

“We will start the bidding at one hundred dollars.”

Dozens of paddles went up. And kept going up as the price
increased.

“Why don’t you bid on him?” Audrey nudged, her brown eyes
dancing.

“He’s not my type.”

“What? Hot and delicious is everyone’s type. Plus, he has
handcuffs.”

She did have a point there. Emma was ready to raise her
paddle and place a bid when the announcer called a winner. She swung around in
her seat to face the blonde mama who was going to enjoy officer sexy pants. She
looked drunk off her ass and horny to boot. They were going to have one hell of
a night.

The next beat was the ever-popular and brain-grinding
“Gangnam Style.” Emma recognized the bachelor as one of the new kids at the
fire department. He couldn’t be more than twenty-two, but he was filling out
nicely. He slid out in nothing but his tighty-whities and a shirt. Very Tom
Cruise–like. Till he started the “Gangnam Style” dance.

Emma threw her head back and howled. His moves were perfectly
in sync and the crowd was lapping it up. Despite the ridiculousness of his act,
he sold for nearly three thousand dollars. That date was going to be
interesting, to say the least.

The strains of Nelly’s “Hot in Here” blared from the
speakers and none other than sexy fireman Mike came strolling out in his
fireproof suit—sans shirt.

“Hot tamale.” Emma swallowed. “He’s Hercules.” Mike had a
golden tan accentuated by glistening oil slathered on his bare torso. His blond
hair was messy and his blue eyes mischievous as he played right into crowd,
taking off his shoulder straps and wiggling to the beat, teasing and taunting
the ladies with overt sexuality.

Emma had to tear her eyes away when she realized that the
bidding war had begun and were already a grand up. She raised her paddle but
was immediately challenged by a brunette two rows down. Emma needed this. It
had been two years since she had a decent date, and small-town gossip had it
that Mike was a decent guy. He was stable, honest, faithful, and unbelievably
sexy to boot. Emma was a traditional girl and wasn’t comfortable making the
first move on a guy, but with the veil of the auction for charity, it was the
perfect excuse to match herself up with Mike. She needed to pick up her life
after the drama with the mayor’s son.

“We have one thousand five hundred dollars. Do we have one
thousand six hundred?”

Emma raised her paddle. And so it continued till the bidding
went up to two grand. Fireman Mike was sure noticing her now.

“Going once…”

Emma felt a grin spreading on her face. She was going to
win.

“Going twice…”

“Three thousand dollars!” The brunette outbid her. How the
hell?

Before Emma could recover, the announcer slammed his gavel
and fireman Mike was gone, snatched from her clutches.

Audrey giggled beside her. “Well, that was entertaining.”

Emma huffed. “How embarrassing! Now everyone knows I got a
thing for the fireman god.”

“Trust me. Nobody is noticing anything except the male
hotness here tonight.”

“I hope so.” She signaled the waiter for another cocktail.
She needed a drink to overcome the mortification.

The evening passed with suitor after suitor gracing the
stage, and each time the adoration never dimmed. From scantily clad to suave,
funny to serious, the men were different in their own right. Yet none of the
others appealed to her enough to raise her paddle again.

She was about to call it a night when the emcee announced
the last bid for the night. A fun tune sounded and Emma sat up, wondering who
would be gracing the stage. She felt her jaw go slack when the thorn in her
side came out on stage, still in his Boss suit. His shirt was unbuttoned
beneath his suit jacket, and the peekaboo of his bronze torso flirted with
every woman in the auditorium. His mirrored aviators sat on the bridge of his
nose, shielding what she was sure was a sex-promised gaze. His sandy hair was
mussed up like he had run his hands through it, or more likely some woman had.
His pants curved his strong buttocks, emphasizing the muscle and strength. Emma
felt her throat go dry. The music played a sexy tune and, almost in slow
motion, Oliver put his hand in his pants pocket, moving aside his coat and
shirt and revealing an honest-to-God eight-pack.

The crowd went wild. Emma coughed. When the hell did he get
those? She didn’t even know eight-packs existed, and here he was baring those
washboard abs like he was born with them. His lips tilted in a sexy grin,
revealing that naughty dimple.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s start the bidding at one
hundred dollars!”

Paddles went up all around the room. Emma took a sweep
through at the faces that could potentially be sharing Oliver’s bed tonight.
Just about everyone bid, including the more vibrant male variety of Crystal
Valley. Emma smiled at that, knowing that would throw the smug playboy for a
loop.

The response was loud. The bidding was fast and quick, and
already up to three thousand dollars. Mr. Kyle was clearly in demand. It looked
like Malibu Barbie was going to win him after all.

“Five thousand dollars!”

The crowd was stunned into silence at the sudden bid. The
announcer called it. And looked right at Emma.

Huh?

She turned to Audrey, then noticed that she had grabbed
Emma’s arm, paddle in hand, and bid. Audrey grinned widely and shrugged
nonchalantly.

Emma turned back to the stage, her face draining of color as
she stared at Oliver, who looked like the Cheshire cat.

“What have you done?” she whispered.


About the Author:


Melissa Kate is a self-confessed book-a-holic who lives in a small town along the coast in sunny South Africa. She writes contemporary romance with quirky characters and witty banter; a true romantic at heart, she loves the moment of falling in love. Her pet Beagle and maniacal lovebird keep her company while writing and often inspire senseless moments in her stories.

When she’s not furiously tapping away on her laptop, Melissa can be found laughing away with her husband (who happens to be her pre-school sweetheart… you just know there’s a story there) or scouring online stores for additions to her ever growing stiletto collection (ehm addiction).

She balances her day job and conjuring up new romantic tales with a local personal blog with arb ramblings about her life in Durban.

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I was expecting a mushy love story with It had to be you, and I actually got that, but a little more too. This book offers a lot of depth for ‘just’ a mushy romance. Emma, our heroine, is smart (runs her own business) and is so funny. 

The one liners, and the sparkling banter between her, and Oliver: her ex best childhood friend turned bad boy, is enjoyable to read. It all feels natural too, and Melissa Kate is clearly a skilled comic writer. 

While I do think the middle of It had to be you lingered too long, I did think Emma was holding off because Oliver is a bad boy, and Oliver was staying away from committing to her because he’s a philander like his father, and does not want to hurt Emma. 

Instead a family secret comes to light, and is quite a shock too, which is the real reason for Oliver’s reluctance to commit. 

I finished It had to be you with a smile on my face. 

Book Review. For the Men, and the Women who Love them. Edited by Rose Caraway. 

The Sexy Librarian, Rose Caraway presents an anthology intended for the fellas and the women who have an appetite for bold, adventurous erotic storytelling. Escape into the fantastic, the outlandish, and the literary. Get ready for; a space pirate, a cowgirl, an anxious odd man out, an undercover agent, lonely ghosts, a taxi driver with an unexpected topsy-turvy fare, a burly biker who just wants to be cuddled, a bride-to-be with one last oat to sow, The Devil offering a golden deal, a mysterious hitchhiker, strangers and a spontaneous three-way, and a reluctant hitman. You will find these and many more audacious characters playing out intense encounters.

Featured stories by: Allen Dusk, Jade A. Waters, Terrance Aldon Shaw, Tamsin Flowers, Landon Dixon, Sonnie de Soto, Adrea Kore, D. Lovejoy, Erin Pim, J.T. Seate, Spencer Dryden, Winter Blair, Simon Drax, Lynn Lake, Chase Morgan, Charlie Powell, Josie Jordan, Daily Hollow, Marc Angel, Rachel de Vine, D.L. King, Dorothy Freed, Rachel Kramer Bussel, T.J. Christian, and Emmanuelle de Maupassant

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There’s a variety of sexy stories in this book, and if you do have a partner you are going to want to share these stories with them.

There’s a surprise amount of subjects: BDSM, cheats, pirates, fetish clubs, pegging, MILFs, ghosts, adult babies, and the list goes on, with an array of interesting characters. 

There is nothing tame in this book. 

Blog Tour and Book Review. The Sin Bin. Nikky Kaye. 

BECKETT
Lucy Solomon showed up to watch a hockey game in a luxury box wearing jeans and a hoodie, and she didn’t give a puck who I was. Now the hotter it gets between us the better my team does on the ice, and I’m getting superstitious. I’m not skating around my feelings–I want to win the playoffs, and I want Lucy. But something’s gotta give. 

LUCY
After being in a grad school cave for two years, it made sense that I’d be drawn to a caveman. I melted for Beckett Hallstrom’s brazen moves and boyish charm when we first met, but things exploded when I found out who he really was. Beck wants me to be his good luck charm, but the press is relentless and now my career is in jeopardy. Every competition has a loser and I’m afraid it’s going to be me losing my heart.





















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BECKETT
Lucy Solomon showed up to watch a hockey game in a luxury box wearing jeans and a hoodie, and she didn’t give a puck who I was. Now the hotter it gets between us the better my team does on the ice, and I’m getting superstitious. I’m not skating around my feelings–I want to win the playoffs, and I want Lucy. But something’s gotta give.

LUCY
After being in a grad school cave for two years, it made sense that I’d be drawn to a caveman. I melted for Beckett Hallstrom’s brazen moves and boyish charm when we first met, but things exploded when I found out who he really was. Beck wants me to be his good luck charm, but the press is relentless and now my career is in jeopardy. Every competition has a loser and I’m afraid it’s going to be me losing my heart.

























Someone knocked on the door. We froze, breathing heavily and entwined together like a Rodin sculpture. It was too dark for me to see the expression on Beckett’s face when he called out casually, “Yeah?”
“I have that jersey for you, Mister Hallstrom,” a man said quietly. Discreetly.
Awkwardly, Beck removed his hands from every part of my body and turned to the door. He cracked it open, the outside light and sound slicing into the tiny room but thankfully I remained out of sight.
“We’re three up now,” I heard. “End of the second.”
“Shit, three? Okay, thanks.” Beck took a plastic bag from the guy. Then he leaned back against the closed door and reached out with one arm to flick the light back on.
At my position on the counter, the light was bright above my head. I squinted reflexively. And then when I realized how I probably looked, I wanted to turn off the lights and screw my eyes shut again. Oh my god, how embarrassing.
My legs were spread, my jeans gaping open and pushed down on my hips. I was practically sitting in the sink on top of his bespoke suit jacket, but at least my butt hadn’t turned on the water. Yet. My breasts quivered over the shelf bra of my athletic tank top, the tips still wet from his mouth. I was a slutty mess.
But Beck looked at me like I was the Stanley Cup turned into a chocolate fountain.
Without taking his eyes off me, he raised his right hand to his mouth and licked his first two fingers. If he were a metaphor, there would be canary feathers sticking out of his mouth.
“I, uh, just want you to know that this is not normal behavior for me, Beckett Hallstrom,” I said shakily. Understatement of the year.
I couldn’t help it. I closed my eyes. Maybe if I couldn’t see him, he wouldn’t be there. But he was there, all right. I heard the rustle of the plastic and the stretchy snick of him ripping off the price tag. And his rough chuckle.
“It’s not exactly routine for me either, Lucy…” He trailed off as we both realized he didn’t know my last name. My embarrassment graduated to humiliation, and my eyes flew open as he pulled me off the sink. “Careful, there.”
With surprising gentleness he tucked me back in and zipped me back up, before slipping a jersey over my head. The guy he’d sent had actually found one for the opposing team, which I suspected was hard to find in the home team’s store. It was big on me, but so was Beck.
“Solomon. Lucy Solomon.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucy Solomon.”
His mouth quirked as he pulled my hair out from under the collar of the jersey, like he’d done earlier with his jacket. This time, though, he wound my hair around his wrist and tugged my head back to expose my neck. He pressed his mouth to my thumping pulse, nipping softly.
I sighed. “The pleasure was all mine.”
He stepped back, adjusting his slacks with a wince and shoving half his shirt back into his waistband. “I wish my name was on your back,” he said.
“You used to play?”
He nearly bent in half with mirth. “Oh, Jesus.” He laughed so hard and so long that I wished I knew the punch line. If he didn’t stop soon, he would be the punch line.
“Ahem?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
Outside I heard the distinct sounds of another goal for the home team. Not Andy’s team. Not Beck’s team. We both looked to the door. How long had we been in here, anyhow?
I blinked at him. He reached behind me and plucked his wrinkled suit jacket out of the sink. Now that I was extra embarrassed about. “Sorry.”
He shrugged. “Casualty of war. We should…”
“Yeah, we should. I’m sure people are waiting for you.” I tugged the jersey down over my thighs. It was big enough for me to wear it as a dress. Maybe next time.
He traced my lips with his broad thumb, pressing his own lips together in an obvious effort not to laugh at me. “You’re fucking adorable, Lucy. You really don’t know who I am, do you?”
“Should I? I already told you I’m not into hockey.”
In fact, I came from the least athletic family on the planet. It was a shock to my computer programming parents that Andy was even tangentially working in sports. Frankly I was proud that I knew hockey was measured in periods and not quarters. With regards to my knowledge of the sport, the bar was pretty low.
“That is the adorable part that I’m looking forward to fucking.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He smirked. “Let’s say, confident.”
“Cocky.”
“If you want.”
Hmmm. I did want.







































Nikky Kaye is almost my real name. I’m a former Film professor who likes more than her movies to be black and white. Sadly, the world doesn’t work that way. I have worked with movie stars, Ivy League brainiacs, and the United Nations—all of which means that I’m familiar with ass-kissing, power struggles, greed and faking it. In my spare time I parent 5 year-old twin boys, serve on the board of an independent cinema, and run a medical consulting company.





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You always know with Nikky Kaye you are going to get a story that is naughty, with some cheeky humour.

The Sin Bin features Lucy, and Beck. They meet at a hockey match, and they don’t take too long with introductions. 

I found the beginning of the story rocky, but the characters did grow on me. I liked the setting too. It must have taken some restraint for Nikky Kaye not to use the word Puck as a pun throughout the book. 

I liked how, for a short story, I felt the Sin Bin took me through a journey with Lucy and Beck, as they figure out their relationship, and a fallout, after Beck acts like an arse, and uses Lucy as a lucky charm. Which really did become quite irritating.

An enthralling story.