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by Celia Aaron
Publication Date: May 1, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance, Taboo
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I can’t save myself from the Cloister, and maybe I never could. The Prophet grows more dangerous by the day. His delusions are steeped in blood, and if I’m not careful, that blood will be my own. Despite the growing risk, I still continue the search for the truth, no matter if the thorny path eventually twists back to Adam, guilt in his dark eyes. I’ve seen glimpses of his soul, and I know there is more to him than the monster, but it’s so hard to reach him. I knew when I came here that I’d have to fight, I just didn’t realize the war would be waged on so many fronts.
Author’s Note: If you have a trigger, this book will pull it.
5 “Gimme the Next Book Now” Stars
When I finished The Maiden, I had ALL. THE. QUESTIONS. My anticipation for this book was so high; I was like a toddler expecting candy. I needed it NOW.
From the first page, it was intense. The author doesn’t hold anything back; the answers you are looking for are here and will have your jaw-dropping in shock. Heavenly Ministries’ depravity is on full display, and with it Adam and Delilah’s feelings for each other. Noah and Grace’s moments in the book are revelatory and had me looking at them both differently. And the Prophet? He is diabolical. Just plain evil.
And that ending…
I may have had plans to savor this book, but it was too edge-of-your-seat. I HAD to keep reading. So, naturally, I gobbled this up in one day. Make sure you clear your schedule for this one. You won’t be able to put it down.
Note: I’ve deliberately made this review as spoiler-free as possible. This book is best read without knowledge of the twists in the plot. Beware of spoilers.
by Celia Aaron
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance, Taboo
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I joined the Cloister to find the truth. But I’ve discovered so much more, and the darkness here is seducing me, pulling me down until all I can think of is him. Adam Monroe, the Prophet’s son, a dark prince to an empire that grows by the day. He is tasked with keeping me safe from the wolves of the outside world. But the longer I stay at the Cloister, the more I realize the wolves are already inside and under the Prophet’s control. If Adam discovers the real reason I’m here, he’ll bay for my blood with the rest of them. Until then, I will be Delilah, an obedient servant of the Prophet during the day and Adam’s Maiden at night.
About Celia Aaron
Celia Aaron is a USA Today bestselling author and recovering attorney who loves romance and erotic fiction. Dark to light, angsty to funny, real to fantasy–if it’s hot and strikes her fancy, she writes it. Thanks for reading.
Bittersweet, an all-new hilarious romantic standalone from USA Today bestselling authors Carmen Jenner & Lauren McKellar is available NOW!
From two USA Today bestselling authors comes a tale of miscommunication and muffins.
Romy Love knows weddings. As the author of a hugely successful wedding blog, you’d think she’d have love covered. It is her last name, after all.
When it comes to her big day, Romy has the flowers picked out, a dress collecting dust in the back of her closet, and a preacher on standby. There’s just one problem: the groom doesn’t know it yet.
Romy has eyes for the Italian coffee god and single dad who owns the bakery in her building—she also has plans for his delicious buns—but in order to get her happily-ever-after, she has a few things to check off her list first:
Lose twenty pounds
Take over the blogging world one wedding at a time
Make Coffee Hottie fall in love with me
Yeah, this shouldn’t be difficult at all.
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Confident I no longer look like a cave troll, I grab my keys and wallet and rush downstairs. Elio is just turning the sign in the window when I virtually slam my body against it because I was running full-tilt down the stairs, and I can’t slow my velocity. He gives a startled laugh, and I flame bright red.
Elio abandons his ‘closed sign and opens the door.“Hey.”
“Hi. Sorry about that.”
“Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?” His eyes burn with mischief. I blush and desire arcs through me, because really, it should be illegal for anyone to look that delicious in jeans and a T-shirt with a dishtowel slung over his shoulder.
“Ha! Yeah.” I shake my head.“I mean no. I mean, Coffee. I’m lagging. Please, I’m really sorry. I know you’re closed and you wanna get home, and why wouldn’t you? It’s not like you want to stay at the shop all day when there’s wine to drink and cheese to nibble and classic books to read.”
He frowns.“That’s your impression of me? That I nibble cheese while reading classic literature.”
“And the wine,” my mouth supplies unhelpfully.
He chuckles.“You may need a crash course in what men do after work. Here’s a hint: it’s not nibbling anything. Unless, of course, it comes to ear lobes.”
Oh, wow. Okay. I would definitely prefer that to an expensive gouda.
He grins.“Come on. I’ll do you better than just a coffee.”
“Excuse me?” I squeak.
Now he laughs outright.“Relax,Romy. My nonna is here, my sister too, and a bossy four-year-old. I promise, I won’t bite.”
Not even if I want you to?
3.5 out of 5 ‘Miscommunication is key’ Stars
Alright, so I’ve read Carmen Jenner in the past and I’m a fan of her comedic romantic style and I’ve honestly never read Lauren McKellar so I honestly didn’t know what to expect from this duo. I have to say that the last couple of reads that I’ve had from Carmen Jenner were just meh so I had high hopes for this one.
Romy is a wedding blogger with big dreams of a happily ever after. Even though she’s been burned in the past, she’s optimistic that one day her prince charming will come rescue her. I thought that Romy was a little passive. She has a huge crush on Elio, the sexy barista that works in the cafe underneath her apartment. But as the weeks go by, she never gets up the nerve to ask him out. Elio definitely likes Romy but doesn’t ask her out due to familial responsibilities. There were tons of misinterpretations throughout the book but no one ever really stopped to clarify with the other person so then you just continue on believing the wrong thing. It was a little annoying because it lead Romy into a different relationship path – one that she did not necessarily want to be on and time lost with the man she really wanted to be with.
I understood Elio’s cautious feelings and not wanting to bring someone into his life who might not stick around. But if you never talk to the other person, let alone explain what you want out of a potential relationship then that person isn’t going to know what the heck you’re all about. No one is a mind reader.
Anyway, there was a lot of angst and some heat but overall it just kinda fell flat for me.
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Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken
Publication Date: April 24th, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my first name is Shawn.
They don’t discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants) all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I’m wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.
My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.
But the rest of the college campus?
They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship service that makes big promises.
Breakup? They’ll glue you back together again.
Depressed? They have the magic pill.
Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you’ll forget all about it.
And broken hearts? Well, that’s their specialty. They’ll fix you
For a price…
I swore I wouldn’t get involved.
But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn’t put up with their BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
They. All. Charged.
But one holds my attention above the rest.
Knox Turner looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more appealing by the day. Though he’s hiding something — all of them are. And the closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.
You’ve read reverse harem books before — but you’ve never read one like this. It’s not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…
Knox, Leo, Finn, and Slater are waiting, and they aren’t patient men.
Welcome to the new face of Wingmen Inc — You’re welcome.
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It was happening again.
I put a pillow over my face and screamed.
Not because it was too loud.
But because I kept wondering who was causing it. One? Two? All three? Leo and Finn had both tried to talk to me in class and at the coffee shop again. I’d brushed them off but been polite.
Well, let’s just say that Knox had suddenly turned over a leaf that said, “Go out of my way to make Shawn’s life miserable.”
He was suddenly everywhere.
And with a different female every single day.
It drove me insane.
And he wasn’t even mine to go senseless over!
The moan happened again.
“That’s it!” I got up from my bed, stomped over to the door, and jerked it open. Then I pounded my way over to their room and almost took down the door with my knock .
When Leo answered, he grinned down at me. “Come to play?”
I gave him the finger.
His eyes narrowed. “I’m confused. Is that yes or no?”
“Agh!” I threw my hands up in the air. “I have practice tomorrow at five a.m. It’s three. I’ve had one hour of sleep. Can you please keep the moaning to a minimum?”
“You seem stressed.” He tilted his head just as Finn joined him in the doorway. “Doesn’t she?”
“Very.” Finn nodded then reached out and started massaging my right trap while Leo grabbed my hand and worked my fingers. It felt so damn good that I forgot I was pissed for about two seconds before I pulled away.
“No.” I jabbed my finger at each of their chests. “Shame on you. Stop using your skills to make me less crazy. I need sleep.”
“I could not agree more.” Leo put his hand over his chest. “If you want, I can come over and—”
“No!” I made a fist with my hands. “I don’t need you to help me sleep. I need you to keep your clients quiet so that I can sleep. Big difference.”
Knox appeared then and held out a pair of Bose noise-canceling headphones. “You can borrow them every Friday as long as you don’t set them on fire when you’re done.”
“Do you think I really want whatever STDs are crawling around the surface?” I hissed.
His eyes turned lethal. “Then I guess you won’t sleep.”
“Dun, dun, dun,” Finn sang in a low voice, just as a small lady who could pass as my grandmother made an appearance and shoved a fifty-dollar bill in Knox’s pants then patted him on his rock-hard six-pack. She had a full-on red wig perched backward on her head and cherry red cheeks with black glasses that she kept shoving up her nose. And her purse looked like something I would have seen on I Love Lucy. It was this giant black clutch that probably held cough drops and prunes.
“Love you, Edna!” Finn called while Leo brushed a kiss across her hand.
She finger-waved at Knox and straight-up waddled out of the suite.
I stared after her, my jaw dropping with each step she took until she was out of eyesight.
“What…” I shook my head. “…I mean, seriously, guys, what?”
Finn’s eyes got serious. “She’s lonely.”
“She’s at least eighty!” I yelled, so exhausted I was actually arguing with crazy.
Knox got all up in my business and said through clenched teeth, “Her husband died a year ago. She’s not comfortable with internet dating yet. We’re easing her in because she wants a partner for life, someone she can laugh with, so if we can give her that one laugh, that nice touch once a week, we’re going to fucking do it. Now jump off that pedestal, take the damn Bose, and go to sleep.”
5 out of 5 ‘The legacy continues’ Stars
I was totally psyched about this new book having read the Wingmen Inc series previously. I thoroughly enjoyed Ian and Lex’s stories and kinda felt sad when they ended and there were no more books in the series. And even though this is a continuation in the series, it can be read as a standalone. Reading previous stories would just provide insight. Buuuut reading the previous stories would be pretty badass though since they are awesome stories. (Just saying.)
So this is a continuation of the Wingmen Inc., series with Knox, Finn, Leo and Slater. I hope to all that is holy that the other three get their own stories. Please please please!!!!
ANYway……tragedy is something that is not easily dealt with. You either move on, ignore, dwell, self-destruct or accept. (I’m sure there are tons that I’m missing here but you get the point.) The current men of Wingmen Inc. have history between them. A tragedy occurred and they are all dealing with it in their own way. Knox chooses to remain static. He’s not moving forward. Just going through the motions. He’s doing his job at Wingmen Inc, but he’s not forgiving himself for the past.
Enter Shawn. Shawn has the fortune? misfortune? of having a boys name with the same exact spelling as a boy would spell it. She’s mistakenly place into the dorm of Slater, Knox, Leo and Finn. Geez, can a girl get lucky or what? I thought it was tough for Shawn because not only was she being thrown in the middle of a dorm room with four guys but she was thrust in the midst of the feud between the guys too. Their drama became Shawn’s drama.
I loved the push and pull between Knox and Shawn. He didn’t want to like her. Tried hating her. Tried being her friend. And in the end he just couldn’t help himself. Oh how the mighty have fallen. It was perfect. And the added suspense behind the history that attempts to repeat itself made this story a real page turner. I honestly had no idea who was behind it all until right before it happened. (Not gonna spoil it.)
The ending was perfect. I loved every freaking second and the cameo appearance of Ian and Lex with their wives at the end was just awesome. So I’m making my plea now (again). Please please please let there be a story for Finn, Leo and Slater. Please?
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Chaser by Kylie Scott
The Dive Bar, book 3
Love isn’t always NEAT…
Bartender and all round bad boy, Eric Collins, has come to a crossroads. It’s time to take life seriously and maybe even attempt to settle down. If only the person he was hoping to settle down with didn’t turn out to be pregnant.
Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labor during a snowstorm and her car slides on some ice, however, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue.
There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?
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In the previous books, there seemed to be only three things Eric excelled at:
2) Being irresponsible
3) Making a killer cocktail
And as part owner and bartender of The Dive Bar, that last one is the only thing useful.
After the tumultuous events of the last year and a half, he’s tried to clean up his act a little. But, he’s saddened and exhausted by the disappointed looks and low expectations he still gets from family and friends. Feed up with the flack they constantly give him; he decides to do something. Celibacy.
Then he lays eyes on Jean. His perfect woman.
Seven months pregnant, starting over and moving on from disapproving family, Jean moves above the bar to be close to Nell. Spying her at a table on her first visit to The Dive Bar where Nell works as a chef, Eric uses all of his charm and skill trying to pick her up. He thinks he’s losing his touch until she stands up and he gets an eye-full of a very pregnant Jean.
Told in the first person, single POV of Eric, what follows is his evolution from immature f*ckboy to responsible, naively romantic adult. Then friendship and love. I didn’t think it was possible given his behavior in the previous books, but this author had me wrapped around Eric’s finger. He was endearing.
Using pitch-perfect dialog between the characters and immersive world building, I had a hard time thinking of this place and these people as fictional. The Dive Bar feels like you could go there right now and pull up a chair with Eric, Nell or Joe.
Chaser is an adorable, charming romance! I loved every second. Eric tries his hand at love (and adulting), and I was rooting for him the whole way. I’ve enjoyed every book in this series; I’m sad to see it end.
I’d been tricked. Betrayed.
After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection.
Talk about disappointed.
“Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped.
Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.”
“The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .”
“Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar.
“Are you having trouble with the concept?”
“Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.”
She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.”
“I just . . .”
“Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat.
Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents.
The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.”
“Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest.
And then there was an awkward silence.
“Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt.
She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem.
“Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff.
Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.”
She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked.
Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.”
“How old are you?”
She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.”
Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway.
“Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.”
Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner.
“Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek.
“You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.”
“You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.”
Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.”
“Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.”
“Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked.
“Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell.
“We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.”
“I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.”
One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened.
I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.”
“My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.”
And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/