Helena Hunting Pucker Over cover reveal and excerpt!!


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Lily LeBlanc isn’t versed in the art of casual sex, but after seven years in an on-again, off-again relationship, she’s definitely willing to give it a shot. And who better to try it with than her best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend? What could possibly go wrong?

NHL player, Randy Ballistic, lives up to his last name on the ice and in the bedroom. His best friend and teammate has recently given up the puck bunnies and traded them in for a real girlfriend. And she just happens to have a seriously feisty, extra-hot best friend on the rebound. Randy’s more than happy to be Lily’s spring board back into the dating scene.

But casual sex is only casual until those pesky things called emotions get involved. Once that happens, someone’s bound to get pucked over.

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[Like the character Randy, not ‘let’s get randy’… I mean, you can… you may… he does….]

If it were possible for one human being to devour another, we’d be doing that now. Lily lets go of my hair and searches for the hem of my shirt. Her fingernails scratch over my abs. I bite her tongue in retaliation. She wrenches her face away from mine, banging her head against the door.

“You okay?” I ask.

She pinches my nipple, so I bite her neck. “Do it again and I’ll suck until I leave a mark,” I warn, parting my lips against her skin. It’s salty and sweet and so very, very warm.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I definitely would.” I apply the tiniest bit of suction and she gasps, her hands going back to my hair, fingernails digging into my scalp.

I adjust my grip and grind up on her while I kiss along her throat to her jaw. I’m so hard right now. I wish she were wearing something other than tight jeans. The only way I can feasibly get inside her is to turn her around and take her from behind. It’s not my preferred position.

I know exactly what Lily’s come face looks like. If I’m gonna fuck her, I want her eyes on mine when she loses it all over my cock. A public bathroom probably isn’t the best place for this to go down anyway, even if it’s wheelchair accessible and fairly clean. Public washrooms are more of a Miller move, or a Miller-pre-Sunny move, anyway.

I keep shifting against her and those little noises get louder, so I cover her mouth with mine again.

Her hands turn into fists, gripping my hair so tightly I’m almost concerned she’s going to rip it out by the roots. “Oh my God,” she groans against my lips.

I pull away, checking to make sure she’s okay. She throws her head back, hitting the door again with a low thud. We’re making an awful lot of noise in here, but at least it’s an out-of-the-way bathroom.

I push her firmly against the door with my hips so I don’t have to use both hands to hold her up. That way I can stop her head from smacking against the door. If she keeps it up, she’s going to have a bruise. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was coming—which should be impossible since I haven’t done anything but grind on her.


Her eyes roll down to meet mine, her shock replaced by ecstasy. Her mouth drops open. “That’s not—I can’t—”

“Are you coming?” Despite the lack of probability, I have to ask.

She shakes her head furiously and stutters out a no.

Her expression is suspect. I don’t buy it. Gripping her ass, I swing around so we’re facing the wall. Then I lower her to the ground. Her nails run down the side of my neck, and she claws at my shirt.

“Why are you stopping?” She air humps once and wobbles unsteadily.

I walk her backward until she hits the wall. She immediately starts rubbing her pussy on my thigh. There are way better places for her to do that. She tries to pull my mouth back to hers, but I have other plans. I pull her shirt over her head and hang it on the knob. Her purse is on the floor by my feet, crap strewn all over the place. Not that it matters right now.

Her bra isn’t fancy, or lacy, or anything special. It’s plain, pale satin. I can see the outline of her nipples through it. I’ll get to those later. While Lily rides my leg, I pop the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Her underwear matches her bra, more simple, pale satin.

I shove my hand down the front of her pants. She’s been taking care of things. I’m met with smoothish skin. But her jeans are so tight I can’t get my hand past the crest of her pelvis. I can feel how hot she is, but I can’t get to all that wetness. In her defense, my hands are big, so that only adds to the problem.

Lily fumbles with my belt buckle and then my zipper. My erection strains against my boxers. She freezes, her eyes darting to mine in shock. Not because my dick is terrifying, although it kind of is, but because she can read the TINY DICK INSIDE she wrote on the hot pink material in neat block letters with black permanent marker.

She bites her lip and makes a face, like she’s not sure if she should laugh, be embarrassed, or apologize—or maybe all three. She skims the waistband like she’s thinking about sticking her hand inside. “Why do you still have these?”

“They’re my favorite pair.”

“But—” She palms me through the fabric and rubs herself on my leg at the same time. Her lids flutter, and she shudders again.

“I think we’re both well aware that this is false advertising.” I move the hand covering my cock away and step back. Then I drop to my knees and yank her jeans over her hips, along with her panties, which are damp. It’s like they’re damn well glued to her body.

“What’re you—”

I slide a hand between her legs, cutting her words short. I glide over her clit and push two fingers inside her. I want to find out if I’m right about the spontaneous, untouched coming. She falls back against the wall and tries to part her legs, but her stupid tight jeans make that impossible. Her entire body trembles, and she cries out when I curl my fingers. That’s when I feel it: the pulse around my hand.

“You’re coming.” I look up at her, shirtless, the strap of her bra hanging off her arm instead of sitting on her shoulder, her palms flat against the wall behind her.

“No shit,” she gasps.

“I barely even touched you.”

“I’m as confused as you are.”


Oh God. He’s on his way over here. I’m not ready for this. I scan the room frantically for Sunny. I can’t see her anywhere, so I do the most logical thing in the world: I hightail it across the bar, away from Randy. There’s an exit door I’m not supposed to use on that side. The alarm has been disconnected for forever. It’ll get me out of here and on my way back to the bathroom where I hid out earlier. I can lock myself in there and figure out how to manage this.

I burst through the fire doors, relieved the alarm is still disconnected, and speed-walk down the hall. I make a quick right. Goddamn it. He’s following me. What could he possibly want? To smirk at me some more? Running away should be a sure sign I’m not interested in any kind of confrontation, or discussion, or even getting naked—on the off chance that’s on the table. Okay, the last part I totally want to do. Which is why I should keep running.

“Hey, Lily!” he calls. “Wait!”

My knees almost buckle at the sound of his voice. What does he want? I slide on a wet patch and barely avoid landing on my ass. He’s right behind me now. I clutch the bathroom door handle and skid to a stop, nearly falling again. Wrenching it open, I throw myself inside. It’s extra dramatic with a side of drama fries. But before I can pull the door closed, Randy manages to slide his massive, muscular body in the gap.

“What are you doing?” I screech as the door closes behind him, sealing us in darkness. “I can’t see anything!”

He chuckles. The light flicks on, and I blink against the sudden brightness. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

I plant my hands on my hips. “Didn’t you see me running away from you?”

He laughs again. It’s a beautiful sound. “Uh, yeah. I figured maybe you really had to use the bathroom.”

“I did. I do. Now get out, or I’ll pee right in front of you!” I’m shouting. It’s high-pitched and totally unnecessary, seeing as I’m standing about four inches away from him. I might be spit-talking at his chest. His extra-muscular chest.

His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, leaving all the tattoos on his right forearm on display. He even has one on the back of his hand. It’s almost three-dimensional in the way it’s been put on his skin: a stunning lily—ironic, I know—beaded with dew, with a tiny, intricate skull inside the falling droplet. It’s so badass. I remember how amazing it looked when the fingers attached to that hand, which is attached to the arm covered in ink, were inside of me, pumping away until I came. I make a strangled sound.

“Did you moan?”

“What? No.” My eyes shoot up to his.

That infuriating smirk makes his eyes crinkle. Even his eye crinkles are hot. “I think you did.”

“It was a groan. That’s very different from a moan.”

He leans against the door, blocking my exit. “Oh yeah? Wanna explain that to me?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now get out so I can use the bathroom! In private. Alone.” My voice is still super squeaky. I need to stop acting like an idiot. I also need him to get out of the bathroom before I do something I should regret, but probably won’t. He doesn’t seem nearly as opposed to that as I’d thought he would.

I push his shoulder in an attempt to get him out of the way. He moves maybe a fraction of an inch. He smells fantastic, like he’s freshly showered and deodorized. His arm is so solid, nothing like Benji’s was. I keep pushing, and I might give his biceps a little squeeze.

“What’s with you and busting in on me in the bathroom?” I say, not quite shouting now.

I feel my face heat at the memory of him barging in on me at the cottage with my girl parts on display and his hand in his shorts. Damn it. Now I’m thinking about the near-sexing we did, again.

Randy’s still smiling like a jackass. I think he said something and I missed it, too busy being mortified. And turned on.

“What?” I ask.

His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip. He has great lips. They’re full and soft and great for kissing. He brushes the hair out of my face, fingertips skimming my cheek. All my muscles clench. I’m pretty sure I could come just thinking about the things he’s done to me. Which is crazy, because I’ve always believed reactions like that are total bullshit.

“I was just saying that the last time we were in a bathroom together, you were wearing a lot less.” His gaze roams over me and his eyes—the color of honey, or a sandy beach, or who the fuck cares—drop below my waist. He points at my crotch. “How’s your waxer doing these days? You get your situation sorted out down there?”

My mouth hangs open. I close it quickly, then open it again, waiting for some sassy quip of retaliation, but nothing arrives. I don’t have a good comeback, or anything to say to that, because the honest answer isno. I haven’t had a chance to sort it out.

I’ve been stuck waxing my own girl parts for the last month. I’m not very good at it. I keep missing spots, and I have to go over them with a razor. My vag constantly has patches of five o’clock shadow.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!”

“Wanna show me?”

“You’re a pig!”

In reality, I kinda do want to show him, even if it’s not the best waxing job in the world. Actually, I’d like to get him on his knees, drop my pants, hike a leg up on the edge of the sink and shove his face right in there so he can have an up-close-and-personal view of the hell I have to go through in order to make my vagina presentable for no one, because I’m the only person who sees it.

I think I might need to have sex soon. With something other than my vibrator.

“I hate your perfect face!” I hiss. Literally, I sound like a snake. I grab the lapels of his button-down shirt. Then I shove my tongue in his mouth.


Shit. This is the opposite of what was supposed to happen



Fully Restored Delaney Williams


Hello!! So I am Delaney Williams and I write contemporary Romance. My first book is called “One More Breath” and deals with a love affair during a cancer crisis. My sophomore and upcoming book is called ” Fully Restored” and deals with pinups, hot rods, hot men and hot cars! I am attending The Book Splash cruise to sign in early February (6-11). Because of this I have opened a pre-order form. Now, you are probably wondering why I would be sharing a cruise pre-order here. Well here it is!! All copies of “Fully Restored” purchased either before or during the cruise, will be shipped signed by both Robert Simmons, cover model, and myself. Even though you will not be ON the cruise, you will get them signed and personalized as if you had! I will provide a form for all personalizations for pre-orders! Here is the link:


Hurry because ordering closes on the 12th!!!

This is the only way to get this book signed by BOTH me and the amazingly sexy cover model!!!! Don’t miss out!!! If you are not going on the cruise and would like to purchase a pre-order to be signed by both of us, this is the time!! Thank you for listening! Here is a quick teaser form Fully Restored Enjoy!

Gus by Kim Holden


Gus by Kim Holden is the highly anticipated follow-up book to Bright Side. We join Gus on a journey of self-discovery after unimaginable loss. Kim gives us front-row access to his appalling and destructive behavior. His loss of identity is painful and heartbreaking. We are taken on a world tour with his rock band, Rook. With each show Gus falls deeper into despair and becomes lost. He finds comfort in the bottom of a bottle and in-between the legs of numerous women. Just when you think he’s gone too far, he finds hope in the most unlikely of places. Will Gus live happily ever after or will his demons drag him back down? To find out you will need to grab this unforgettable book. Although it is a sequel it can be read as a stand-alone, however I highly recommend reading Bright Side first.

The magic of Kim Holden is her ability to transport you into her books. You feel the breeze as you sit next to Gus watching the yellow-orange sun dip below the Pacific Ocean. The characters become your best friends and you deeply empathize with every woe and celebrate every triumph. They are all flawed and honest. Their struggles are far too real and force us to reconcile our own fears and insecurities. From the first page you are immersed in the emotion of the story. While reading I caught myself laughing with the band, craving veggie tacos and crying for those lost. Prepare yourself for all the feels, because Gus delivers in abundance.

For me the heart of the story is an epic romance. A timeless tale of learning to love oneself and thiscrazy ride called life. Each day is a chance to recognize beauty and to be happy. Even when bad thing happen to really amazing people, you can find hope and light. My heart was brimming with love by the end of the book. It reminds me to let go of things I cannot change and to do epic every single day. I honestly love everything about this book and cannot wait to see where Kim takes us next.




Beautiful Sacrifice by Jamie McQuire


*Spoilers Ahead*

Beautiful sacrifice is the latest adventure of the Maddox boys. I love this series and Jamie. Hard not to fall for the rowdy bunch of men and the crazy woman that can rein them in. In this humorous, infuriating, emotional and I can’t but this book down installment we fall follow Taylor Maddox (one of the tattooed twins). What is not to love about Taylor? He’s a Maddox, so of course he’s hot, he’s tattooed, feisty and a firemen. A Hotshot crew member from Estes Park Colorado. But don’t tell dad, Jim, he thinks his twins sell insurance here in Colorado. Taylor, like all the brothers are drawn to “crazy” women. Enter Falyn Fairchild. Daughter to renowned Cardio Surgeons and political hopefuls in Colorado. Ever expected to keep up appearances. Falyn bucked it all and is a strong willed, albeit often annoying woman with a painful past she is determined to face and never relive. To say Falyn keeps everyone other then her bosses at a local hot spot cafe and place of residence at arms length is an understatement. If you know the Maddox men they find this challenging, emotional and driven type of a woman beyond attractive. Besides she tells Taylor No! He is ever persistent in friending Falyn and even he himself is not sure why.

Falyn and Taylor fall for each other and piss each other off immediately. What could go wrong!? I admit there were times were the commutation and trust issues were so high even I thought ok guys…. move on. Boy do Taylor and Falyn face many trials. But they face them together. In “beautiful” Jamie style we get a look back to the other books and brothers in the series and get a few small glimpses of what is still to come. We get to check in with all the boys and their crazy woman. Not to forget looking into the secrets that constantly haunt the family.

In typical Jamie fashion she will make you giggle, want to slap a character or two, cry, cheer and flat out at times say Wtf (excuse me but you do). This is the first book in this series since Travis that I read in one sitting and couldn’t but down. I HAD to follow their story. I do feel there are some situations and people that were important to our understanding of Falyn that needed more time dedicated to them. However, Jamie does usually answer those lingering questions eventually. I absolutely love hot shot Taylor. He may be surpassing Travis for me, but still have that soft spot for Travis and all the boys. If you follow this series you will not be disappointed.



Review for Guessing at normal by Gail Olmsted


*Received ARC in exchange for review*

How many trials would you go through for the one you love, The other half, the one you can’t see living without?

So goes the rock and roll whirlwind romance of down to earth, journal keeping and just getting through life Jill and her rock and roll, partying, moody and talented boyfriend James. James walks into Jill’s life at a dead-end job of hers and then they are off on the road.

We follow and Jill and his twin brother Alex and their band on their small tour. Jill soon learns that “I’m with the band” has its fair shares of ups and downs. This is the kind of love story you can’t help but love. Even when no one else quite understands why they stay together or their undying love.

I love seeing two imperfect people working to be perfect for each other. You cheer them on respite all odds.

The book is relatable and well written. I was surprised by the ending but enjoyed the “look back.” This was a quick read and hard to put down. I will now be adding her other works to my TBR.



Cover Reveal for The Lie by Karina Halle



Their love led to a lie. Their truth led to the end. Scottish enigma Brigs McGregor is crawling out from the ashes. After losing his wife and son in a car accident – and, subsequently, his job – he’s finally moving forward with his life, securing a prestigious teaching position at the University of London and starting a new chapter in the city. Slowly, but surely, he’s pushing past the guilt and putting his tragic past behind him. Until he sees her. Natasha Trudeau once loved a man so much she thought she’d die without him. But their love was wrong, doomed from the start, and when their world crashed around them, Natasha was nearly buried in the rubble. It took years of moving on to forget him, and now that she’s in London, she’s ready to start over again. Until she sees him. Because some loves are too dangerous to ever rekindle. And some loves are too powerful to ignore. Can you ever have a second chance at a love that ruined you? The Lie is a second-chance romance with a dark, forbidden twist.


Runaway Heart release


One Hurricane. Two Strangers. No Rules.

Hannah Adamson was immune to relationships. Swearing men off long ago, she buried her painful reasons under her feisty independence and a passion for roller derby. Until she met Ed and was swept away by the tall, witty, sarcastically sexy best man who might just be the one to have the antidote for her runaway heart.

Ed Alcott wasn’t looking for love, especially not after a particularly nasty breakup left him with a shattered heart in desperate need of repair.

Taking shelter together when a hurricane bears down on Rum Cay, Hannah and Ed find they can’t fight their growing attraction. It was supposed to be simple. Easy. A weekend of passion with no strings. But how do you forget the one who stripped away all your layers, and haunts your dreams?

Can Hannah keep the scattered pieces of her heart in check, or will the promise of Ed’s love be enough to mend them back together?

*** This is a full-length, stand-alone novel that mildly touches on the topic of domestic abuse. Suitable for ages 18+ ***


First Touch release day blitz



First Touch is FINALLY LIVE —


When Emily Wayborn goes home to visit her mom while on hiatus from her hit TV show, she receives a voicemail from her former best friend, Amber. Though the two were once notorious party girls, they haven’t spoken in years. Although the message might sound benign to anyone else, Amber uses a safe word that Emily recognizes, a word they always used to get out of sticky situations during their wild days. And what’s more chilling than the voicemail: it turns out that Amber has gone missing.

Determined to track down her friend, Emily follows a chain of clues that lead her to the enigmatic billionaire Reeve Sallis, a hotelier known for his shady dealings and play boy reputation. Now, in order to find Amber, Emily must seduce Reeve to learn his secrets and discover the whereabouts of her friend. But as she finds herself more entangled with him, she finds she’s drawn to Reeve for more than just his connection to Amber, despite her growing fear that he may be the enemy. When she’s forced to choose where her loyalty lies, how will she decide between saving Amber and saving her heart

Teaser Tuesday Meghan Quinn


Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations.

It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad.. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man, Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart four years ago.

What is supposed to be a fun, family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980’s RV