I wish I could say I received this as an ARC. I wish. I adore Melanie Harlow novels and I’m especially addicted to the Cloverleigh Farms series. The moment the book released, I bought it. Too bad that my work schedule didn’t allow me to read it until a week ago. Now, I feel like I’m playing catch up on my reading and reviewing.
Meg Sawyer came home early a bit early for her baby sister Frannie’s wedding in order to find…focus, no that’s not right…herself, yeah possibly. She usually only comes home for a day or two and goes right back to work as a political campaign strategist. Her type A personality creates problems for her personal life since she never puts the relationship before her job. Perhaps that’s why she needs to spend more time at home. Yes, the northern Michigan farm will always be home to her. She uses the extra time to evaluate various aspects of her life especially her personal life–like why men keep dumping her.
Noah McCormick has been protective of Meg since they were sixteen when he pulled her from the lake saving her life. Even though he’s fantasized about her even before that fateful day, he’s never made a move on her. She deserves better. Plus, he’s been burned too many times by women. He only does one-night stands now. Less drama that way much to his mother’s dismay. The more time he spends with his childhood friend, the more he fantasizes about her.
Until Meg walked in on a naked Noah… nothing was the same. They became insatiable for each other …friends with benefits until Meg returns to DC. Until Meg changes everything.
Natasha Fraser is a pitbull both in and out of the courtroom. Her high pressure job has her working hard, and partying even harder. She runs through men faster than her first martini of the night, leaving them with nothing but a lipstick stain in the morning. Her career is reaching its peak and after putting in the hard yards for the last twelve months, she’s ready to reap the rewards. It’s too bad she never saw John Baxter coming.
John has never met a woman like Natasha before. With fire-red hair and a body that deserves to be worshiped, it’s lust at first sight. Getting hooked was never part of the plan, but life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you crave.
Kally Ash is a contemporary romance author whose passions include curling up with a good book, devouring chocolate and getting kitty cuddles. Tempt Me is her debut novel, and the first book in a three book series. Some of her unicorn authors include Sawyer Bennett, Elizabeth Hayley and Haley Jenner.
I haven’t laughed so hard at a book in a long time. Definitely in my top ten of re-reads and my favorite characters from Quinn. Charlee is a complete hoot! I loved everything about her especially her innumerable quirks. Charlee Cox, the aficionado of organization and office supplies finds herself in her happy place after being downsized. Imagine her surprise when she ends her day with an armful of supplies and a new job. Her high hopes are dashed when her office space and everything on the eighty-eighth floor is monochromatic and bland as all get up. It’s downright depressing. The topping on her craptastic first day–being fired within hours of starting. What’s a girl to do? Return the next day and challenge her boss. After all he didn’t specifically say “you’re fired.” And be the best executive assistant as possible.
Rath Westin is the odd man out in his circle of friends since he’s the only one not in a couple. Hell, even playboy Roark has Sutton. It’s not like he’s looking or wanting a woman. He just wants the camaraderie the three of them used to have. Plus, he’s falling behind at work since he keeps firing an assistant faster than some people change underwear. Rath is beyond irritable. Linus has the perfect solution. Charlee, the girl he was rude to at the convention center, but she stood up for herself something he desperately needs from his EA. He hired her on the spot. The entire first week together was riddled with challenges. A new song every day at the elevator. Color-coding days. She even knew exactly what to feed him and when he needed to take a break from work. The perfect EA. All he needs to do is stop thinking about bending her over his desk or the numerous other fantasies he has about her. He made the mistake of falling for his EA before. NEVER AGAIN.
But he also can’t live without his Charlee “bag of dicks” as an assistant or his girl.
“Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?” she asks, hope in her eyes . . .
How did I get here? My assistant, bent on one knee, holding my hand, her expectant face waiting for an answer.
Just . . . how?
How did I go from being insulted by Charlee Cox to hiring her to be my assistant? How is it that she’s chaos in color – making me crazy and my life better at the same time?
I never thought I would be staring down at her bright blue eyes begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested.
Yes, I suggested. Like the idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her?
Confused? Don’t worry, so am I.
But try to follow along, because this is how I became Boss Man Bridegroom.
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
I have read numerous books by Winter Renshaw–I’ve yet to be disappointed. Renshaw tackled death, organ donation, and starting over in a unique and intriguing way yet staying true to who the the characters are. Astaire appears to be the stereotypical Kindergarten teacher. A woman who looks at the silver lining and has a cheery disposition even in the face of the numerous pitfalls in her life. A run in with a dark brooding stranger changes her life.
Bennett learned the hard way not to trust anyone especially his own family. Being raised my a narcissistic manipulative mother taught him to never show his feelings or weakness of any kind. A chance encounter and a sympathetic email causes him to lash out in anger thus beginning an exchange. Once those stop–he’s at a loss. He needs Astaire’s help. He soon realizes he also needs her.
The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and three cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind.
Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
I never could have anticipated his…
And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
The sound of children laughing and shuffling down the hallway Friday morning is my cue to silence my phone.
I tuck it into my top drawer for the day and reach for my coffee, stealing a few more sips before the craziness of the day ensues.
I found the Schoenbach obituary—if you can call it that—earlier this morning. The funeral home posted it sometime last night.
Her name was Larissa Cleary-Schoenbach, and she was twenty-seven when she passed. It mentioned no family, no cause of death, no photograph. Nothing more than a birthdate and a single line about a private sunrise memorial service tomorrow morning and the words INVITATION ONLY in bold red letters. All caps.
I spent a few minutes Googling “Larissa Cleary-Schoenbach” earlier this morning. But I couldn’t find a thing.
No social media.
No archived newspaper articles of any kind.
No graduation archives; high school, college or otherwise.
It’s as if this woman never existed.
“Good morning, good morning!” I take my place at the front of the room, grinning and waving and trying to psych them up for the day. Fridays are hard. The kids are exhausted, attention spans are waning. My students hang their jackets and bags on their hooks and then make their way to their assigned square on the rug. “Happy Friday!”
I maintain the smile on my face, sing our morning song, and begin the day’s lesson, but today I can’t help but feel like I’m merely going through the motions. My mind is fixated on that man from the bar last night—and the mystery woman he’s burying.
With the hyphenated name and similar age, it’s fair to assume she was his wife.
At first I thought it seemed odd that she’d have a private sunrise memorial service, but maybe sunrises were her thing? And maybe her passing was so tragic and unspeakable that all he wants is to protect her privacy?
By the time the kids head out for first recess ninety minutes later, I’ve concocted a beautiful love story for the two of them. I’ve imagined a passionate, love-at-first-sight romance.
Trips to Paris.
A sunset proposal.
Slow dances in empty bars.
Lazy Sunday afternoons sipping tea and trading poetry.
Saturday strolls in Lincoln Park.
New Year’s Eve kisses on snowy hotel balconies, her lashes covered in snowflakes as he wraps her tight to keep her warm.
In my heart of hearts, I want to believe he was beautifully, wonderfully kind to her.
That he loved her more than anything in the entire world.
That her death shattered his heart into a million, irreparable pieces.
I want to believe that that was the cause of his cruelty last night.
That he’s simply angry at the world for taking the love of his life away from him.
Death and loss can do a number on you. It can change your entire personality if you let it. Some of my darkest days came in the months following Trevor’s passing.
I want to believe Bennett has friends and family getting him through this, but last night, Eduardo mentioned that when Bennett stops in, he never talks to anyone—which leads me to assume he only comes solo.
Maybe he’s painfully private?
Maybe she was his entire world? All he had?
Maybe they’d had a falling out and weren’t speaking when she died?
The kids return from recess, peeling out of their scarves and gloves, cheeks flushed and eyes wet from the cold. Making my way to the front of the classroom to start the next lesson, I decide to do what Trevor would do if here were still here: I give the cruel stranger from last night the benefit of the doubt.
And then I carry on with my day.
About Winter Renshaw
Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.
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Carrie has her dream job, I mean not everyone loves cleaning up poop of animals. Ok, she doesn’t either, but she does love taking care of the rescue animals especially the wild animals. She adores her hobby of reading and reviewing her favorite books. She has even attended a few book signings where she met her favorite romance authors and the cover models. One such model–Matthew Roberts. A swoon worthy specimen of a man. A man she needs to stay far away from. Not many guys are delighted when told that sex is off the table. Carrie wants to get to know the guy–know their compatibility before taking that leap. Rumors in the publishing world swirl. Matthew likes female reader attention a bit more than Carrie prefers.
Matthew Roberts has his hands full with a full time job, raising his six year old daughter and his side gig modeling. Life with a six year is never dull especially when the dog gets loose, a huge storm, and an injured squirrel lands in his yard much to his daughter’s dismay. He calls the one person who might be able to help–Carrie. Everything about Carrie intrigues and fascinates him. He can’t stop thinking about her. He has no desire to stop. The icing on top of his cake–how Carrie interacts with his daughter. His daughter adores Carrie almost as much as he does.
I have to be honest–I liked the book, but didn’t love it. After reading the previous book in the series, I was looking forward to reading Matthew and Carrie’s story. Something was lacking. While I loved most things about Matthew’s daughter, there are a few issues I have as well. The girl sounds adorable, but not quite believable. Overall, the characters fell flat.
He thinks he’s so perfect with his model behavior . . . and he just might be.
Reading and reviewing books is my hobby. Rescuing wildlife is my passion. It never occurred to me that both my hobby and passion would collide in the strangest of ways one day.
I was perfectly content in my quiet little world. Working, reading, and supporting my favorite authors left little time for dating or a relationship. Besides, when you take the horizontal mambo off the table, you sort of limit your prospects.
Then one night, Matthew Roberts in all his cover model glory blew into my life and swept me off my feet.
~ Life as a single dad is not for the weak. Especially when your daughter is a spunky six-year-old with a passion for singing and a weakness for baby animals. I’ve been strictly focused on being her dad and smiling for the camera to provide for her future. Having my abs splashed on the cover of romance novels hasn’t left much time for a personal life. Much to my mother’s dismay.
When a storm dropped—literally—a wild animal into my life, I knew there was one person who could help us—Carrie Myers. I just never expected her to save not only the small squirrel but to also find her way into my heart.
Sometimes the most unlikely person can be your greatest gift.
50% of ebook release proceeds donated to Wildlife Center of Texas
M.E. Carter and Andrea Johnston are romance writers who share a love of the written word. Combining their sense of humor, beliefs in love, and sarcasm, this writing duo has joined forces to create the Charitable Endeavors series. With the sole purpose of bringing laughter and love to their readers while tapping into their charitable hearts, a portion of the release proceeds will be donated to charity.
Model Behavior is the third book in the Charitable Endeavors Series by M.E. Carter and Andrea Johnston. Each story is somehow related to the indie book community and is guaranteed to be a contemporary romantic comedy and fade to gray (no gratuitous sexy times when we’re donating to charity)
As you all know, With the Charitable Endeavors series, these two romance authors have committed to releasing each book with a significant portion of the release month proceeds being donated to charity. With the release of Model Behavior, they have chosen the Wildlife Center of Texas. The Wildlife Center receives over 9,000 injured, ill and orphaned wild animals each year and is one of the largest wildlife care centers in the United States. Their mission is to care for injured, ill and orphaned wildlife through rehabilitation, public education and release. Learn more at: https://wildlifecenteroftexas.org.
This is the third book in her Baseball Series, although this is part of a series all three of these books can be read as standalones. It is rare for me to completely agree that a book is truly a standalone, but these are. The guys are college friends, but have their own story to tell. The reader doesn’t feel like they are missing something by starting with this book. I do recommend reading the previous books, but only because Quinn is a brilliant writer and will keep you entertained with the characters quirkiness and humor.
I fell in love with Dottie in The Locker Room with Emory and Knox (Dottie is one of two besties to Emory). Quinn didn’t disappoint. Dottie has calmed down since her college days, although her crush on Jason Orson was comical in The Locker Room. That crush carried over and escalated to hilarity in The Lineup. Now, Dottie forgets how to relax. The stereotypical workaholic. Dottie does make time for her friends and gives generously to various charities. One that was a complete mistake. A mistake…that frustrated and scared Dottie beyond belief. She’ll be close to the man she’s crushed on since college. How can she keep from fangirling? Cancel. Avoid him at all costs. Too bad he’s best friends with her bestie’s boyfriend. She’s went this long without running into him, she can do this.
Jason Orson believes in keeping his promises. No matter what. The enigma of a woman who won a date with him through his charity will get that date. Even if her highest bid was a mistake–ouch. He also knows that the moment he shared burgers and fries with her confirmed his belief. His sister thought he’s crazy for thinking this woman–a woman he thought he never met could be “the one.” Who thinks like that? Their chemistry of off the charts. She might deny it, but she felt it too. He’s going to convince her.
I do need to add that Chapter 29…priceless. I laughed so hard that I was crying. I can’t remember the last time that happened. A definite must read!
I would also like to thank Meghan Quinn and her team for the advance copy. You gals rock!
Want to know a secret?
It’s about that girl over there. Don’t look, but she’s the one in the power suit—with the long, black hair and the serious expression, the one I’m about to go on a date with . . .
Yeah, according to her, she “accidentally” donated an obscene amount of money to my charity — The Lineup — to win said date but I found out the truth. Miss. Button Up Blouse has a secret, passionate crush on me.
I didn’t know her name until two days ago, despite the friends we have in common. Was I oblivious? Probably. Was I blind to it? Definitely.
But I’m no fool, I see it now. The High Heel Harlot wants more than just a date with Jason Orson, she wants to be able to claim the best butt in baseball as hers.
Here’s another secret . . . she has no idea I know.
It isn’t in my nature to cry over burnt ham, but here I am, tearing up like a jackass, because the meal I’ve been reluctantly slaving over for the past four hours is two shades away from charred dust.
I had it all planned out. The timing was right, the recipes perfected, the table decorated with impeccably folded napkins that impersonated angelic swans, and polished silver that I scrubbed for an hour until I could see my balls in the reflection. Nothing says polished silverware like a spoon that gives you a clear upside-down view of your gonads.
But even with countless hours of preparing this feast, naked as the day I was born with only an apron to cover my man-loins, I still ended up with a scorched ham doused in fire extinguisher agent because somehow, the damn thing caught on fire.
Imagine this, a grown-ass man—no, not just a grown-ass man, but a man at the fresh age of twenty-eight, built like a linebacker with buttocks you can bounce rocks off . . . thanks to squatting for a living—dancing around the kitchen on his twinkle toes, arms flailing with pink and white potholders attached to his hands, screaming like a banshee, as flames light up the Jenn-Air double oven where the brown sugar and pineapple ham resided.
Are you seeing it?
Add the imagery of said man naked, dick and balls harmoniously bouncing in panic while the apron his “girlfriend” got him that says Eat my food, Lick my dick, unravels in the fit to unleash the fire extinguisher.
That was me . . . a minute ago.
Frantic, screaming, and all in all losing any last shred of my man card I had left.
It’s why I’m currently weeping like a nitwit into the flaps of my apron, wondering where I went wrong.
If we’re going to be honest with each other—and I would like to establish honesty with you—I’ll admit, I’ve always leaned toward the sensitive side. You know, the cuddly grizzly bear. Big and intimidating but a fucking gooey butterball heart on the inside.
Tell me a love story. I’ll listen the crap out of it.
The Bachelor? Why yes, that’s one of my favorite shows.
Do I smile when sharing a candlelit dinner with myself, followed by a nice long soak in a bubble bath while Enya—the fucking goddess of all voices—plays in the background? I sure as shit do.
But if some ignorant asswipe gets in my face on the ball field, stirring up trouble, I’m the first to lay a fist across his jaw and the first to be thrown out of a game.
And I’m not even sorry about it.
People are arriving in an hour. I’m vulnerable as fuck with my bare ass resting against the cold white-oak floor of my girl’s apartment, while a lonely tear streams down my freshly shaven cheek. I have no main dish, and the apartment smells like burnt rabbit turd.
Why am I in this hopeless predicament?
Because of one person.
One single person who flipped my life upside down.
A bombshell in a suit, a ravenous sex-fiend in the sheets, a classy and sophisticated tight-ass in the boardroom. She’s a knockout who’s always on my mind. She’s the girl you do things for, that you never thought you’d ever do . . .
Like cook a fancy-as-fuck four-course meal for her and her business associates while practicing interesting conversational starters to ensure the night flows smoothly.
Back in college, I might have been referred to as the mother hen of the boys. I might have cooked at least two meals a week for the guys in the loft, and yeah, I was the ironing wizard, the one everyone turned to, to get out the most stubborn wrinkles. The title has carried on over the years, but my creativity in the kitchen has dwindled with the lack of time, my ironing is now done by my apartment keeper once a week, and the fresh flowers scattered around my place? They’re more dead now than alive.
My point—I’m not the lady of the house I used to be. But I’ve been getting back into the swing of it.
So when my girl asked me to perform the impossible feat of an intimate dinner for four, I should have ordered in, tossed everything in serving dishes, and called it a night.
But nooooooooo, I had to attempt to be a goddamn hero and try to cook everything myself.
And all for what?
For one girl?
No. Not just one girl. The girl who owns my balls, who has a grip so tight on them that if she asked me to bellow out my ABCs in soprano while swirling my finger around my belly button . . . I would.
Who is this girl that has brought me to the brink of boo-boo smush bear insanity and caused me to weep like a schoolgirl in the corner of the apartment?
There’s only one lady with more than enough ovaries to buckle the knees of the mighty Jason Orson.
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
Henley had a falling out with her mother years ago and ever since Henley hasn’t set foot in her hometown let alone her family’s legacy ranch that has been in her family for generations. Until her mother died. She must return to not only bury her mother but to take care of the family ranch–or sell it. There are numerous men from her past and present who want more from her including her high school sweetheart who cheated on her. Her mother’s farm hand, Galin, who helps her process her emotions and allows her to grieve in her own special way. Then there’s her high school archnemesis, Keaton Cash, who owns the neighboring farm. Henley thinks Keaton just wants to buy her farm to make his bigger. Henley soon realizes which of these men she can truly trust with her heart–and her family farm.
What I liked about this story is how Henley processes coming home, her mother’s death, and what she truly wants in life. The men are a slight distraction, but each help her realize something about herself even if the guy was a total douche. Normally, grieving is skipped over in books or fast forward in a way, but Hall slows it down, shows Henley’s mental breakdown as well as her rise to independence.
STANDALONE, Contemporary romance with NO CLIFFY or cheating.
After eight years, Henley Calvert is headed home. Back to the family farm and small town she left behind, never to be thought of again.
Too much regret and shame to bear.
But she’s the only one left to see to her family’s legacy, so she must return to Ashfall and face all the ghosts that haunt her.
Gatlin Holt, the family farmhand, awaits her arrival, and lends a hand—in more ways than one. He reacquaints Henley with the lay of the land while helping her heal her soul with a new outlook on life.
Yet every time she thinks some peace may be within reach, Henley hits another roadblock. The biggest of which is Keaton Cash—her childhood nemesis who owns the farm next door.
And no, it’s not a love triangle. That’s impossible when Henley’s heart is closed, incapable of love.
Olivia never got over her first love–Mason. The sweet boy she met at eleven years old. The boy who turned her life upside down. Her best friend and protector. He fell in love with her the moment she picked herself up from a tackle during touch football. Every decision he’s made has been about her. Misunderstanding, fear, and insecurities tear them apart. Olivia rips Mason’s heart out right after the Championship football game. He hasn’t been the same since. Not multi-million dollar NFL contract or dating Hollywood starlets and models. There’s only one person who owns his heart.
Olivia has lied to herself for years. Even though there’s a chance of running into the one man who still owns her heart, she’s still going to take her dream job. A month later, she regrets ever doing so. Now she not only has to work for the same team as Mason, but tasked with getting him to do a PR tour that she’s in charge of that requires her to work closely with the man. One picture of him on tv, magazines, her yearbooks, sends her down memory lane.
I love how the author set this book up from their childhood to high school and college into adulthood. It allowed the reader to join the characters on their lifetime journey together to see how their love has grown slowly over time.
Book 1 of the series does not disappoint. Ryan strings the reader along an emotional ride with Mia and Arrow. An accident that changed many lives including Mia and Arrow. They cope in vastly different ways, but both are broken and have no idea how to become whole again. Mia shuts herself off from everyone and everything that used to make her happy. She lost a lot that night. She feels her soul is one of those things. She’s a shell just trying to survive. Arrow drinks, and does drugs to forget. Nothing helps. There’s no way to forget. Now, he’s at risk for losing the last thing that he loves–football. On house arrest, he’s forced to return home to a distant father, cold step-mother, and an infant sibling. Oh, and Mia, who’s his half-sister’s nanny. The one girl he has always been in love with but could never act upon it because she belongs to his best friend.
One nightmare changed their relationship. Slowly, they both begin to heal each other–forgive. So many questions linger between them about the night of the accident. Arrow can’t remember. Mia riddled with guilt. Can the answers set them free or forever chain them to their individual guilt? Will they ever be free of the guilt to be together the way their hearts desire?
A book from my personal library collection. I have the next book in the series in my TBR list. I love Lexi Ryan’s books.
Courtney Baker is ready to put small town life—and the man she can’t have—behind her. Years of secretly crushing on her best friend’s older brother have led nowhere and she’s finally ready to move on. It would have been a great plan had she not drunkenly blurted out all her feelings and kissed him. At least she’ll be able to forget all about it when she leaves town in less than 48 hours.
It takes a lot to surprise Dean Jones, but a kiss from the girl he’s been secretly attracted to for years does just that. All it takes it one kiss for him to realize he doesn’t want to let her go. But she’s his sister’s best friend and that’s a line he knows he should never cross. Never mind that she seems determined to leave their small town—and him—behind.
When a storm and a broken car stop Courtney from leaving town, Dean sees perfect opportunity to get her out of his system. But can one night ever be enough?
Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.