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domenica 9 febbraio 2020

New release and ARC review 🔥 keeper by Harloe Rae 🔥


My review 
⭐⭐⭐

This was a really niçe and romantic story. Easy to read. Has all the right "ingredients" for a good love story. A prince charming or should I call him a barman prince? A heroine who may be guided through the light, but she will surprise many of you. Because she is far from a drama queen, despite the awful experience she lived who changed her life or give her a new life if you want.
And of course the story has its vilian, I would have liked to kick him several times.
So yeah, give a try to this book. It's a keeper after all.
*ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*


Title: Keeper
Author: Harloe Rae
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: February 6, 2020


Blurb

“Will you help me remember?”

That’s the second thing I ask the stranger hovering just outside of my hospital room. To me, Decker Fredric is another nameless face in the crowd. To him, I’m a forgotten girl he hasn’t seen in years. But he agrees to be my crutch through the fog as if we were once friends.

Everything is a blank canvas spreading far and wide in front of me. Any direction I take, my steps stumble over the unknown. Decker becomes the only reliable constant in my life. I lean on him too hard, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His unwavering patience and guidance restore some semblance of normal I don’t recall having.

My attraction to Decker is instant, but he appears indifferent. Until the day his stare holds a bit too much heat. In return, I dare to let my touch linger. Our hugs cling tighter than a simple embrace should. But we have no business defying the distinct line cutting between us.

Decker Fredric was never mine to keep. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him to be.






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Excerpt

The sole of my boot catches on the linoleum and releases a loud squeak. I cringe and freeze in place. The woman snaps upright and faces me. Everything around us tunnels until she’s all that remains. No fucking way.

An eerie tremor ripples down my limbs, and I almost drop the bouquet. I blink, rubbing my eyes for good measure. She’s still sitting there.  

Hot damn. Delaney Wallace is back in Silo Springs. The years have been very good to her. Most of her body is hidden underneath a hospital gown, but that’s not what I’m gawking at. A silky cascade of red waves frame her porcelain face. There’s a small smattering of freckles dotting her button nose. Pink splotches decorate her skin, revealing a roadmap of misery, but rather than grief-stricken, Delaney appears cleansed. I’ve heard a good cry can be cathartic.  

Mile-long lashes flutter at me, concealing those stunning baby blues from view. Delaney was the beauty queen without a crown, the girl with brains to spare. Varsity athlete. Way out of my league. That didn’t stop me from lusting after her. I was a cocky little shit, but she never fell for my crap. Like I said, smart girl.  

But now? She’s staring at me with zero recognition. This girl from my not-that-distant past eyes me with the scrutiny of a detective. The expression on her face makes me believe she’s actually peering through me. Doesn’t she recognize me? It hasn’t been that long. I lift a hand to the thick beard covering my jaw. The facial hair is new since high school. It’s possible she doesn’t know who I am.

Our silent stare down continues. Maybe I look like a different guy. I’m the one to break, cracking under the intensity of her piercing gaze. “Dell?”  

Her forehead dents with a deep furrow. I can almost hear the cogs in her mind working overtime. After a few tense moments, she appears to shake herself out of the stupor. Her gaze slides down my body with a slow assessment before lifting to retrace the same path.

I clear the gravel from my throat and try again. “Do you remember me, Dell?”






Author Bio

Harloe Rae is a USA Today & Amazon Top 10 bestselling author. Her passion for writing and reading has taken on a whole new meaning. Each day is an unforgettable adventure.

Harloe is a Minnesota gal with a serious addiction to romance. She’s always chasing an epic happily ever after. When she’s not buried in the writing cave, Harloe can be found hanging with her hubby and son. If the weather permits, she loves being lakeside or out in the country with her horses.

Harloe is the author of the Reclusive series, Watch Me Follow, #BitterSweetHeat Series, Ask Me Why, BREAKER, and Keeper. These titles are available on Amazon.


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New release and ARC review 🔥 Dear Ava by Ilsa

My review

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Dear Ava has become my favorite book of ilsa! It's official!!!! It's just.... amaizeball!!!! The storytime, its authenticity, its intensity, is out of the fantasy. It's real! Everyone expected for the heroine of this book to be a weak and damaged girl, guess what? It's quite the opposite. She's the star who makes this story shine in the darkness. Her strength is her power. When everyone wanted her to fall, she proof them different, she prove them that she's stronger. I seriously have no clue, how, she does it after all, but she's the fierce. Love love love this female character.
The hero? I won't say he's eclipses by Ava, he is more the hero in her in her darkness. Ready to be there to hold her and fight for her.
Told you it's a fantastic book, a powerful emotional story, mixed with a lot of myster. Read it! You won't regret a second.
*ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*


Dear Ava is heartwarming and angsty and don't get me started on Knox. Read this book! You will love Ava's fight and Knox's alpha." 
--Tijan, New York Times bestselling author

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills delivers a gripping enemies-to-lovers, secret admirer, high school romance with Dear Ava, available now!

The rich and popular Sharks rule at prestigious, ivy-covered Camden Prep. Once upon a time, I wanted to be part of their world--until they destroyed me.

The last thing I expected was an anonymous love letter from one of them.

Please. I hate every one of those rich jerks for what they did to me. The question is, which Shark is my secret admirer?

Knox, the scarred quarterback.
Dane, his twin brother.
Or Chance, the ex who dumped me. . .

Dear Ava,
Your eyes are the color of the Caribbean Sea.
Wait. That's stupid.
What I really mean is, you look at me and I feel something REAL.

It's been ten months since you were here, but I can't forget you.
I've missed seeing you walk down the hall.
I've missed you cheering at my football games.
I've missed the smell of your hair.

And then everything fell apart the night of the kegger.

Don't hate me because I'm a Shark.
I just want to make you mine.
Still.


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Excerpt

“What do you want?” Knox says with as sneer as I ease in the football locker room. Cold eyes flick over my cheer skirt then move up and land on the hollow of my throat. It’s not cool enough at night for our sweater uniform so tonight my top is the red and white V-cut vest with CP embroidered on my chest. 
“Where’s Chance?” 
He whips off his sweat-covered jersey along with the pads underneath. “I don’t keep tabs on my best friend for you. Get out—before I scare you.” 
He’s scaring me already. 
But I can’t stop looking at him. 
His shoulders are broad and wide, his chest lightly dusted with sparse golden hair, tan from the sun, rippling with powerful muscles, leading down to a tapered and trim waist. He has a visible six-pack, and my gaze lingers briefly on a small tattoo on his hip, but I can’t tell what it is. He isn’t brawny or beefy-looking like one might expect from a guy blessed with his athletic prowess, but sculpted and molded and— 
Dropping my gaze, I stare at the floor. I shouldn’t be ogling him. Chance is my maybe-boyfriend. 
I hear male laughter from one of the rooms that branch off from the locker room, maybe the showers, and I deflate, guessing that’s where Chance is.  
Glancing up, I intend to ask him to tell Chance I came by to congratulate him on his two touchdowns, but my voice is frozen. Knox has unlaced his grass-stained pants and is shucking them off. His legs are heavily muscled and taut, unlike the leaner build of Chance. His underwear are white and tight, cupping his hard ass, the outline of his crotch— 
“Like what you see, charity case? You can look, but you can’t touch.” 
Anger soars, replacing my embarrassment. I know I'm just the scholarship girl at Camden, but why does he have to constantly remind me?  
“Don't worry about me touching anything. I don’t like ugly.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. I meant his superior attitude, not his face, but I see the moment when he freezes and takes it the wrong way.  
He touches his face, tracing his scar while his jaw pops. “Get the hell out. Only players allowed in here.”  
I pivot and go for the door, forcing myself not to run. “Asshole,” I mutter. 
His laughter follows me. 


About Ilsa Madden-Mills
Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.

Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty English #1; Fake Fiancée and I Dare You #2; I Bet You, Filthy English, and Very Bad Things #6; Boyfriend Bargain #8; The Last Guy, her collaboration with Tia Louise, #4. 

A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero. 

She's addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online.


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mercoledì 22 gennaio 2020

New release & ARC Review 🔥 fighting for rain by BB Easton 🔥

My Review
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Omgggggggg!!!! I swear by the end of this trilogy I'll have a piece of my heart missing. A huge one, because BB is owning it for life! No complaining her! You, BB are a genius playing majestically a thousand emotions. This story is writing to give and take away a lot from you. I'm ruined for life! It steal your mind, your heart, your spirit! Every fffff thing!!!!
You won't be able to control all your feelings this book is going to give you! Just keep my heart beating as you do, BB!!!!!
Now, fighting for rain goes on with Wes and Rain story but doesn't loose it unpredictability. Those twists are breathing really. And their compatibility and addiction to one other is out of chats, because when the one's weakness shows up, the other is right there to prove the strength instead. And I love that part. It's like I would let you fall silent message between those two, but even if it may happen, I'll be there ready to catch you,fight for you, figbt for us! And that's exactly what Wes and Rain are!!!
Now don't let me start about that ending!!!!!!!!
Because I will go insane till I'll be able to read the 3rd book!!!! I wanna know more!!!!!!!!! Answers!!!!! Gimeeeeeeee more!!! Omg!!!! That's real addiction!!!!
*ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*


This is a series I urge every single person to read. It's so unique and artistic and has me hanging off of every word."
          - Amo Jones, Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

Fighting for Rain, the second installment in The Rain Trilogy everyone’s raving about from BB Easton, is out now! 

The world was supposed to end on April 23, but Rainbow Williams’s world ended days before that. 

The mass hysteria caused by the impending apocalypse claimed everything she’d ever loved. Her family. Her city. Her will to live. 

Until she met him. 

Wes Parker didn’t have anything left for the apocalypse to take…he’d already lost it all by the time he was nine-years-old. His family. His home. His hope of ever being loved. 

Until he met her

Brought together by fate and bound by a love that would last lifetimes, Rain and Wes were prepared to die together on April 23. 

They were not prepared for what would happen on April 24


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Start the trilogy with Praying For Rain!

Excerpt: 

“Did I pass?” Rain asks as I stop at the bottom of the tree house ladder to give her a hand up.
“I think I’m the one who passed.” I give her a swat on the ass as she heads up and chuckle when she yelps in surprise. “I know your song.”
“Oh, really?”
When I climb in behind her, Rain is sitting, facing me with her arms folded over her chest.
For a guy who has nothing to prove, I fucking love proving myself to this girl.
I sit with my back against the plywood wall and strum something softer and slower and definitely sadder than anything I’ve played for her before. I’m afraid it might be too much, considering how far she’s come today, but fuck it. It’s the truth, and right now, the truth—and this guitar—is all I got.
“I think you might be a Paramore girl.”
The simple, soulful melody is synchronized with every beat of my own bleeding heart as I open my mouth and sing the first line.
About a girl watching her daddy cry.
Rain clutches the blanket to her chest and listens as I tell her the story of a woman who’s afraid to get hurt after watching her parents break each other’s hearts. She tries to protect herself. She tries to avoid the pain of being left. But when she finally falls in love, she realizes that it’s worth the risk.
I hope she’s fucking right.
I can’t really see Rain’s expression in the dark, but as I let the final note fade out, I know I’m going to find tears before I even reach for her face.
“How did you do that?” She sniffles, and when she leans into my touch, I know I got her.
I shrug. “When you’re in the system, you get good at figuring people out.”
She inhales deeply and sighs. “So, what’s the name of my new favorite song?”
I place the guitar in the corner and crawl over to her. Laying her down, I take the wadded-up blanket out of her arms and set it behind her head like a pillow. “‘The Only Exception.’”
Gazing down at her, I know now that that’s exactly what she is for me. The only exception to all of my rules.
No getting attached.
Leave before you get left.
Supplies. Shelter. Self-defense.
Survival above all else.
Now, they’ve all been crossed out with a giant X, and next to them, in murderous block letters, are the words Protect Rainbow Williams. That’s all I fucking care about now. Keeping her safe. Keeping her—period.
“Wes?” she asks, her voice small and shaky as she slides her fingers into my hair and pushes it away from my face. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”
Bracing myself on my forearms, I lower myself onto her soft, warm body and press my lips to hers. Blood explodes through my veins on contact, but I don’t move. I hold that kiss until I feel her relax beneath me. Until I know she’ll believe me when I finally promise, “Forever.”
Satisfied, Rain pulls my face back down to hers and kisses me like forever might actually exist. Slowly. Sweetly. Without the ticking clock of April 23 looming over our heads. Without blood on our hands or ash in our hair. Without wonder or worry about how it will end. Because we started at the fucking end.
Now, we get to begin.




About BB Easton

BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write books about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about that.
Praying for Rain is BB's first full-length work of fiction. The idea, fittingly, came to her in a dream. 
If that sounds like the kind of person you want to go around being friends with, then by all means, feel free to drop her a line. You can find her procrastinating at all of the following places: 

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domenica 15 dicembre 2019

New release & ARC review 🔥 Interpreter by Kristy Marie 🔥


My review

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
think this one has been the most anticipated book of the series. I mean if you are familiar with commander in briefs series, you will understand what I am talking about, because everyone craved Tim's story and had several scenarios about it. And for the ones who never had read KRISTY's this book is the right begging. Now, let's get inside the story. All I can tell without spoiling it is that interpreter is a myriad of emotions. It is going to give you all the feelings. Mixing smiles and tears. You'll feel so emotional sometimes.... because Tim is that. Tim owns you from the very beginning. No words needed.
What about Milah? Damn the heroine is a clever bomb on heels. And I loved when she speaks Spanish!!!
Overall you will understand why interpreter is going to be one of the best read and the greatest tear-jeker you have read this year.
I have to spend a few words on a secondary character. My poor heart. You will instantly fall in love with this little treasure. She's everything. The queen of this story.
Who's that? Read interpreter. Your heart is going to mell just like that. It comes effortless for her. Little commander has my heart forever!
But because you want an honest review here. I will tell you that I still need some answers from Mrs Marie, because she perfectly knows how to make her readers obsessed and addicted to her books and her Marines! Yes ma'am I need more!!!!
*ARC kindly provided by the author ( and her amaizeball PA) in exchange for an honest review*