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Rachael, a successful lawyer in Sydney, returns to her foster family and the only place that ever felt like home: Mindalby, to help with the failing family business, the town’s bakery. With the cotton gin’s closure, all businesses are struggling, and it looks like the only option is to close up the bakery and hope to sell. But when Rachael returns, she realises that her skills give her other options: refreshing and revitalising the bakery and a chance to rekindle her love of baking.

Irishman, Mike O’Malley is a staying kind of man, looking to settle down in Mindalby with a woman who loves the wild country and wants to get involved in the community. Rachael is not that girl, but the attraction is hard to deny. Determined to show Rachael that Mindalby can be a home, he draws her out into the community and deeper into his life. But when it comes time to make a decision, can he trust Rachael to risk her heart?

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‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘I don’t play ball.’

He hugged the ball close to his chest. He understood that. None of his sisters were into sport either. But, he loved his sports; it was a major part of his life.

‘What do you play then? I’m up for anything.’

She rubbed her hands against the afternoon chill, as her clear blue eyes met his. His heart hammered. They were the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen, and if he wasn’t careful his concentration would take a serious hit, and he’d sound like some daft prick.

‘I’m not very sporty. How did they go?’

Mike shook his head. ‘Another loss,’ he all but whispered.

She gave him a soft smile. ‘Oh, that happens. Are you having a reconnoitre with them?’

His lips quivered, but he couldn’t hold back. He let out a belly laugh.

She’s gorgeous. A one-off.

About the Author:

Linda Charles is a contemporary romance writer who lives in Newcastle in the Hunter Valley, NSW. She was born and raised in Sydney where she studied and taught drama for many years. She loves to read, travel and enjoys a good conversation. Following a move to the Hunter Valley she started to write her own stories. Linda is a member of the Hunter Romance Writers, Romance Writers of Australia, and Romance Writers of America.

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#Review of Priscilla (the Widows of Wildcat Ridge #1) by Charlene Raddon w/a rafflecopter giveaway! #historicalromance #series

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After losing her father and husband in a mine disaster, Priscilla Heartsel faces poverty and eviction from her home by a heartless mine owner. Tricked into a bank robbery gone wrong, Braxton Gamble finds himself shot and unconscious in Priscilla’s bed. Can they survive long enough to find a love more precious than gold?

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She loosened her grip on the cookie and it landed in her lap. “You’re planning to get married? Yet you were kissing me in front of everyone only moments ago?”

“Only because you’re who I plan to marry.” He grinned.

She retrieved her cookie, left it on the table and returned the plate to the pantry.

“Hey,” he said, “I wasn’t through with those.”

“Too bad.” Hands firmly planted on her hips, she glared at him. “I have no intention of remarrying, and if I did, what makes you think it would be to you?”

Braxton got to his feet. “I’m crazy about you, Pris, and I think you care for me too.”

“Well, you’re wrong. Get out.”

Moving around the table toward her, he said, “Okay, Pris. Don’t get your dander up.”

Relieved that he was going to leave quietly, she relaxed, but as soon as she did, he reached out and hauled her into his arms. Before she could voice a complaint, he kissed her. Again. She tensed and tried to break free.

Oh, but it felt so good. While cursing herself for not fighting harder, she kissed him back. A tingling began below her abdomen and she felt flushed and hungry for something she couldn’t name, except that she wanted more of what Braxton offered. Her hands slipped behind his head and she pressed closer, noticing he was ready for her.

“Lord, but I could go on kissing you forever,” he murmured.

“Shut up and just do it,” she whispered back.

She felt him smile against her lips, but not for long. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened to him, then slipped it inside. He tasted like oatmeal and coffee. Sweet, heady, and strong.

He pressed his aroused body closer to her, and she couldn’t help wriggling. Her heart pounded, her blood on fire.

The next thing she knew, he’d picked her up and was heading for the stairs. Priscilla knew what he planned and opened her mouth to object.

A knock came on the door. “Braxton, are you in there?” Etta hollered. “Irish and Logan have been sighted riding toward the Lucky Lady. You coming with me?”

“Aw, hell,” he muttered, letting Priscilla’s feet touch the floor. “I gotta go. I’m sorry, Pris, darlin’.”

“It doesn’t matter. What we were doing was insane anyway.”

He glowered at her. “You still going to claim you don’t want me?”

“I don’t want to marry.”

“That’s fine with me. We’ll just live together.”

“Ha! Get out of here.”

“I’m going.” He stalked to the door and slammed it behind him.

Another great historical by a first-time author for me.  I didn’t know what to expect when I picked up this one.  You never know, do you?  Well, let’s just say that I was pleasantly surprised by this book, and yes, I plan on reading the next books.  I just have to find out about Thalia, Hester, Cordelia and the other women that are left after the mine accident that took most of the men in town.  Plus, Mortimer is a just a hoot when he gets caught in his own lies and fantasies going on in his mind.  I know, he supposed to be the “villain” but I just thought he was a wonderful character for these women to stand up to and realize that they will not be bullied anymore.

Brax and Priscilla are wonderful together.  For a clean romance, there is a sizzling amount of chemistry between these two.  Yes, I said clean.  Kisses only but wow can Ms. Raddon write the buildup between the characters and this is a historical romance where most of the time sex wasn’t talked about at all.  I’ve read some really good books with bad romances and smexy times all rolled into one.  You don’t have to worry about that in this book.  Ms. Raddon delivers.

I absolutely loved the mystery element in the book and the whole plot arc that will be featured in the rest of the series.  I’m really enjoying when authors do this.  You get a complete romance between two characters but the plot isn’t finished.  The suspense/mystery will be featured in the other books.  Plus, this one had me guessing into the very end.  I never would have thought that…oops.  almost give it away but let’s just say, I never saw it coming.

I want to thank Ms. Raddon for writing a beautiful romance filled with some sweet moments, suspenseful scenes and a good mystery and villain that I can’t wait to read about some more.  Peeps, I can not recommend this book to anyone and everyone.  It was exactly what I needed to read right now.

About the Author:
Charlene Raddon’s first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. Because of her love of romance novels and the Wild West, her primary genre is historical romance. Kensington Books originally published five of her novels. These were later released as eBooks by Tirgearr Publishing. Currently, Charlene is an Indie author with . She also designs book covers, specializing in western historical.

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#Review of One Night Scandal (The McNeill Magnates #9) by Joanne Rock w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @jrockauthor #harlequindesire @joannerock6 @HarlequinBooks @harlequinbooks @givemebooksblog @JoanneRock6

 

 

Title: One Night Scandal
Series: The McNeill Magnates #9
Author: Joanne Rock
Publisher: Harlequin Desire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 1, 2018

 

Blurb
One night to remember with the perfect cowboy…
Or one step toward the perfect revenge?
Nothing in Hannah Ryder’s plot included a scorchin’-hot fling with a drop-dead sexy cowboy. Especially when her cowboy turns out to be Brock McNeill—a potential enemy with ties to the man Hannah wants to destroy. When an accident claims Brock’s memory, Hannah is caught in an intricate web of scandal. Falling dangerously for the one man she shouldn’t trust…

 

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The cowboy’s voice smoked through her, heating her insides and sending a shiver of awareness over Hannah’s skin. Did she want a ride? Her subconscious was going to have way too much fun tormenting her with that image in her dreams tonight. For now, she needed to stop fantasizing about sexy Brock, the rancher who turned her inside out with just a handful of words and a smoldering gaze. Her legs were still unsteady after whatever it was that had passed between them inside the barn. She’d had meaningful relationships in her past. Men she’d loved. And yet no one had ever given her the sizzling shock to the system that she felt from being around this stranger. Swallowing hard, she braced herself as she turned around to refuse his offer.
“That’s okay. I don’t mind walking.” Her voice was soft and breathless when she needed it to be firm and sure. “I, um, could use the fresh air.”
She could also use a new libido. One that wasn’t quite so susceptible to tall, muscular cowboys. It must be because of all the stress she was under with her sister. She’d latched onto a pleasurable distraction and now she couldn’t quite let go.  Brock folded his arms across his impressive chest. God, his arms were amazing, too. She wanted to skim her hands up the triceps and over his shoulders. Instead, she jammed her restless fingers in the back pockets of her jeans along with her phone.
“You’d probably be fine,” he acknowledged. “You must have walked over here in the dark in the first place, although the moon was higher at that hour, making the path a lot easier to follow than it will be now.”
 She had been thinking the same thing since she didn’t remember exactly where she’d broken through the brush to find the cabin. Nightfall in this part of Wyoming was
nothing like it was in Southern California. Here, there was no ambient light of any kind. Just deep blackness and stars.
 “I’ve got my phone,” she argued, although she was beginning to wonder what else might be out there in the wilderness surrounding the ranch lands. She’d heard wolves—or
some kind of wild dogs—baying in the distance on the walk over here. “The cabin I’m staying in is just through there.”
She pointed vaguely, trying to see any kind of trail.
“I’m not sure calling someone will do you any good if you meet up with a bear. Or an elk. Or some other wild animal that wasn’t expecting company at this hour.”
She didn’t want to be foolish. So, in spite of the out-of-control attraction, she figured the best thing to do would be accept the ride and get home as fast as possible. And put
this encounter out of her mind.
“Is your truck nearby?” she asked, peering around the barn. During the shoot, there’d been a couple of golf carts and two trucks parked there. A smile curved that hard mouth of his. Nodding, he relaxed his arms and walked past her, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body, close enough for his  sleeve to brush hers.
“My horse is right this way.”
“Horse?” Her belly flipped. Not because she minded riding a horse. Only because it implied a proximity that… A shiver stole over her skin. Her nerve endings danced in anticipation of touching him. Something her brain knew was a very, very bad idea.
“I—” Her voice wasn’t even there. She licked her lips. Tried again. “I’m not sure—” 
“You’ll be fine,” he assured her, holding a hand out for her while he stood next to a dark horse with a glossy coat. “I’ll help you up.” He flipped the ring for her foot so it was easier for her to see. “Step into the stirrup and you’ll be home in no time.”
Her heart pounded a chaotic, fast beat. But stalling wasn’t going to get her home any faster. She understood that much. Willing herself to remain calm, she stabbed the toe of her tennis shoe through the foothold. Brock’s hands were quick and efficient as he boosted her up onto the saddle. He didn’t linger. But he might as well have been massaging her naked body for how her skin reacted under her clothes. Her thigh tingled. Her waist…She wanted his hands there again. Before she could gather herself or prepare for more, Brock swung up onto the animal behind her. His chest was against her back. Her hips tucked into the cradle of his lap, his strong thighs bracketing hers.
There was no space. No distance. And it felt so good she couldn’t have spoken if she’d tried. The only thing she didn’t like about it was that she shouldn’t like it so damn much…

 

Oh my lord.  This book.  This series.  I’m so sad that has ended but what an ending.  Ms. Rock never disappoints me but she blew me away with this one.  Let me count the tropes.  Amnesia, family secrets, billionaire, one-night stand, and revenge.  And that’s just to name a few.  But here’s the thing about those tropes, with Brock and Hannah they make perfect sense.  The beginning of the book is fantastic.  Their meeting, sexy time and then the whole amnesia thing with Brock is classic and priceless.  Why?  Because typically its the heroine with the memory loss, NOT the hero.  And the whole time, Hannah knows the truth.
But I digress.  What makes this story so special is the overall plot arc with Brock’s stepmother, Scarlett, and her boyfriend and finding out who is pregnant.  Let me just say that the Desire editors are geniuses when it comes to this when they semi-rebranded the line.  I loved that why the romance in each book stands on its own, the mystery element is not solved until the end.  Plus, we get an extra romance in the book with Scarlett and her’s is a second chance romance at that.  Woo Hoo!  I completely fell in love with Brock a couple of books ago and his romance with Hannah is believable and swoon-worthy.
Hannah is one determined heroine.  I won’t go into great detail about the revenge aspect but it ties directly into the whole mystery of Brock’s stepmother.  I read this book about a month ago and I’m still in awe in how Ms. Rock pulled it all together and made it so very relevant to today’s climate and how people react to it.  The scene with the Scarlett and her other grandfather made me cry but in a good way.  I’m glad that Scarlet was the one that finally put two and two together and just went for it.  But then again, she was my favorite secondary character in the whole series.
I can not recommend this series highly enough.  With 9 books, I got my fix on brothers, half-brothers, exotic places, billionaires, family secrets, strong women and even more tropes that I can count on both of my hands.  Plus, Ms. Rock just knows how to pull in a reader and doesn’t let go.  And no, you don’t need to read all of the books in order but I would.  I have my favorites within the series but this one…is just the cherry on top.  Again, I’m sad that my time with the McNeills is done but I can’t wait to see what Ms. Rock has in store for me to read next.

Author Bio

Four-time RITA nominee Joanne Rock has never met a romance sub-genre she didn’t like. The author of over eighty books enjoys writing a wide range of stories, most recently focusing on sexy contemporaries and small town family sagas. An optimist by nature and perpetual seeker of silver linings, Joanne finds romance fits her life outlook perfectly–love is worth fighting for. A frequent speaker at regional and national writing conferences she enjoys giving back to the writing community that nurtured and inspired her early career. She has a Masters degree in Literature from the University of Louisville but credits her fiction writing skills to her intensive study with friend and fellow author Catherine Mann. 
When she’s not writing, Joanne enjoys travel, especially to see her favorite sports teams play with her former sports editor husband and three athletic-minded sons.
 
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