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Blurb

Ben Lawson is making a comeback…

After a few tabloid headlines, they think they know me. They don’t know a damn thing.  As CEO of a movie production company, I’ll show them who I really am when we hit it big at the box office. My ex thought her smear tactics would ruin me, but I’m unbreakable. Rising from the debris, I swore I’d never let a woman distract me like that again. But then, my leading actress walked on the set and changed everything.

Seductive, sexy, and unapologetic, Aria Rose could break me. I wanted to help her, protect her…love her. Instead, I destroyed her.

Aria Rose is baring it all….

I knew better.  I knew not to trust another Hollywood heartthrob with a reputation like his. He was my boss and became my ruin. I should have stayed far away from him. Ben Lawson promised me the world.  He even promised me his heart.

But he destroyed everything–my heart, my career, us.

Excerpt

“Aria?” A deep voice cut through the crisp nighttime air.

She turned to see Ben approaching her, the shadows from the upper deck of the yacht moving across his face as he came closer. “Oh. Hi, Mr. Lawson.”

“Please, like I said, call me Ben,” he reiterated, leaning against the railing next to her.

“Right. Ben. Sorry, the last exec wasn’t quite so…”

His lips curved into a smile. “So, what?”

She wasn’t sure what to say, because her honest answer was sexy. That didn’t seem like the best thing to a man who now funded and controlled her film. “Approachable?”

Ben laughed—a deep chuckle that she felt vibrate through her bones. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It definitely is,” she assured him, placing a hand on his arm. The moment she touched him, she pulled back, immediately embarrassed.

He. Is. My. Boss. Get it together, Aria.

He didn’t chide her, or look uncomfortable, which she took as a good sign.

Aria returned to her original position beside him, and they stared out at the darkened water lapping the sides of all the boats docked around.

“Want to hear something funny?” Aria finally broke the silence, but kept her voice low. So low, he had to lean in to hear her.

“Tell me.”

“My parents met in this very marina. She was a caterer and he was a deckhand—still teenagers. Barely old enough to know who they were, let alone what they wanted out of life. Still, they knew what love was when they stumbled upon it, and they knew enough to never let go.” Aria’s heart beat a little faster, warming at the memories.

“Wow. Are they still together?”

Aria nodded. “Barely spent a day apart since. My mother is actually my manager, and she works insanely hard for me, but my father always comes first. He’s the love of her life.”

“Love like that is special. Rare.”

“Is it?” Aria tilted her head to the side. “I’m not sure it’s as rare as it is a choice, a commitment, and the strength to follow through each and every day. There were times they could have given up—maybe lived an easier life with someone else—but they made a decision that this was the love they wanted, this was the life they wanted, and in that choice comes a confidence, a happiness, that most people deny themselves.”

Ben was quiet for a minute. Finally, he inhaled loudly, then blew it out in one long breath. “That’s really beautiful, Aria. Hits a bit close to home, I have to admit.”

“I’m sorry.” Aria frowned, turning to face him and just leaving one elbow on the railing. “I didn’t mean—”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just finished going through a divorce about six months ago, though we’d separated the year before that. I think you’re right—love is a choice. Making love work is a choice. And yet…if it’s not with the right person, then it’s the wrong choice.”

“Soul mates.” Aria raised one brow. “You believe in that?”

Ben stared at her for a moment…a long moment. The kind of moment that made her shift her weight from one leg to the other, her skin heating under his gaze. “Yes. I believe in soul mates.”

She tilted her chin up ever so slightly, going for lightheartedness. “Well, we all have our flaws. You couldn’t be entirely perfect.”

Ben laughed again. “Believing in soul mates is a flaw?”

“Buying what you’re selling is definitely a flaw. You’re a movie producer, so you sell fantasy to the world.”

“I think we can have the fantasy.” His eyes danced, but his smile was gone. “Don’t you want the fantasy?”

Aria turned back to the ocean, looking out at the waves. This was too much, too real, too soon with a man she barely knew. A man who was pretty much her boss. “Who wouldn’t want the fantasy?” she said dismissively. “Some would say I’m already living it.”

“That’s certainly true. Everyone on this yacht, everyone in this city…Hollywood. It’s all a fantasy of some sort.” Something in his tone sounded so…sad? A small ache pulled at her heart, and she felt like they’d opened the door to something different. Something different than studio exec and actress. Something more than strangers who just met today.

Her humanity connected to his, and they were just two people standing on a boat wishing it could float them away from their picture-perfect lives.

“Do you know why I love Scarlet’s Letters?” she said softly, her voice barely above the whistle of the wind around them.

He stepped closer, his elbow pressed against hers on the railing now. “Why?”

“It’s something I can be proud of. A story I’m proud to tell. The strength of a woman in wartime, a French woman saving innocent people during the Holocaust…a woman picking her truth over a man, over love. Have you read the script?”

Ben nodded. “I have. Two years ago, when it was making the rounds. It’s powerful, and from what I’ve seen, you do an amazing job in it.”

“Thank you. When I first saw this script—or rather, read the book it’s based on—I knew I had to play this part. No matter what I had to give up. This was mine.”

She’d never connected to anything more than she had this script. It was empowering, and taught courage in the toughest of circumstances. It was a tiny snapshot of a much larger scale event, showing the decisions and atrocities suffered at such a human, personal level. It was a woman denying her own privilege and luxury to help fellow humans who didn’t have that reach.

“The way you talk about it…I’m jealous,” Ben admitted.

That got Aria’s attention, and she turned to face him. “Jealous? Of what?”

He pushed off the railing, looking up at the stars before settling on her gaze. “Passion. Excitement. Purpose. You know what you want. You know who you are and what your goals are.”

“And you don’t?” He had to be nearly thirty, if not over. Striking and fresh faced, but his features still said experience. Aria was only in her twenties, but at times she felt decades older.

Ben shook his head. “I thought I did. I built a life. Got married. Worked my way up in Maguire Industries. Everything was mapped out. Everything was…easy.”

The ache from earlier was back, the sadness in his voice. Aria placed her hand on his forearm, a comforting gesture. Partly for him, but mostly for her. She needed a physical connection when they were connecting on so much more.

“What happened?” she pried, squeezing his arm ever so slightly.

Ben looked down at her hand, his eyes lingering. He didn’t move or pull away, and when he lifted his head to face her again, there was a need in his eyes that made her insides heat. “The woman I trusted with all my secrets? She sold them to the highest bidder the moment I wasn’t able to be a stepping stone for her career.”

Aria didn’t reply, sensing there was more.

“She used every connection she had to get me blacklisted. Took everything. Now Maguire Industries acquired Shepherd Films, expecting me to fail. Pushing me out.”

“Not many would call being the CEO of a film studio a demotion,” Aria pointed out.

“When you’re used to being the landscaper, it’s hard to become the rose.”

Aria laughed, letting go of his arm. “First, soul mates. Now, roses. You’re a poetic man, Ben Lawson. A true romantic.”

Suddenly, his fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her to him. Pressing her body to his, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. His eyes never left hers, and she watched him wrestle with something…doubt, uncertainty. As if he didn’t know why he’d just hugged her to him, but then need. Pure need darkened his eyes as something deeper pushed the rest away.

Her breath was lost as she concentrated on standing, her knees already threatening to buckle. She’d taken every second of the journey with him, and now she wanted more. Something about the way he smelled ignited every nerve ending in her body. The way he held her, one arm wrapped around her back, was so secure, so comfortable, so protective, so intimately. No one had ever held her like that in her entire life.

She didn’t want him to let go.

He was fire. She wanted to leap into his flames.

“And what are you, Aria Rose?” Ben’s fingers tipped her chin upward, her eyes finding his. “Who are you?”

The words rumbled in his chest, vibrating against him as he spoke. There was a genuineness to it that terrified her, unnerved her, and completely overwhelmed her. Their souls were laid bare and he was asking for more.

A perfect stranger. A moment of truth. An absolute mistake.

She couldn’t do it. Her walls shot up and she let go of him, fear coursing through her. “I’m an actress, Mr. Lawson. Just an actress.”

And just so much more.

 

As a blogger, I get to pick and choose the books that I feature on the blog.  Even more so, what I will review.  It’s only me so I tend to be picky and yes, I have my favorite publishers and authors that I feature/read all the time.  That said, Ms. Robinson is a new to me author.  I’ve read some of her other works and loved them.  When I was approached to read this one, I actually didn’t want to…at first.  In fact, I left the sign up on a tab for a couple of days before I committed.  To read or not to read?  I was already going to spotlight it but reading it?  I had a tough time with the blurb.

Well, this book was not what I expected.  It deals with topics that are very relevant in our society today.  And just with our children.  Adults can be just as cruel, if not worse.  Throw in Hollyweird and its even more messed up.  What I came away from reading about Ben and Aria is that women can stand up for themselves and be heard when the cruelty starts.  And that some people can find redemption in what they have done to those women.

I did, however, have some issues with the book.  I don’t like instalove at all.  Aria and Ben have it in spades.  I understand that the beginning of the book had to be that way but I knew that Ms. Robinson had a point to that and she made it.  I never felt sorry for Aria or Ben at all in the book.  They had choices to make, right or wrong and they had to deal with the fallout.  In speaking of which, the pictures don’t show up until over 50% of the book.

What kept my attention is the way that Ms. Robinson wrote her characters and her writing in general.  She is one of those authors that can take a topic that most writers would gloss over or romanticize but she made it all too real.  She has the guts to do that and it really showed in this book.  It’s emotional, raw, heartbreaking and swoon worthing all in the same book.

Again, I applaud Ms. Robinson for writing such a provocative and thought provoking book.  It has a message that isn’t lost on me but it also leaves me a little leery.  I have a 7th-grade boy in my house now, I pity how social media, phones, etc. are going to play out in his world.  I can’t keep him a baby anymore. Bravo again, Ms. Robinson.

About the Author

Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in clinical and forensic psychology. She is married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.

 

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Happy Release Week and #Review of Unforgettable (Meadow Shores novel #4) by Eva Charles! @evacharles37

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UNFORGETTABLE

By Eva Charles

 

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He didn’t want children.

She couldn’t imagine a life without them—

especially now.

 

Gabe:

I should have stayed away from her. I knew better.

But instead, I treated every single day like it was my birthday,

and she was a luscious devil’s food cake slathered in creamy icing.

 

Helena:

I’d spent my entire life being cautious, never took any real risks.

And I did it to shield the people I loved from needless worry.

To protect them.

I’m the sensible sister.

 

Redemption and Forgiveness

 

There are few occasions in one’s life where the body warns of impending doom.

This was one of them.

 

Unforgettable

 

The Claytons and Harringtons are back with a beautiful second chance love story. Helena and Gabe’s story will leave you with the unwavering belief that no matter how dark the day is, the sun will shine again.

 

Love, laughter, and loyalty

Welcome to the family!

I know that everyone has had that one book that made them ugly cry.  Like really, really ugly cry.  I can honestly say that this is THAT book for me.  As you know, I love this family.  The novels are richly writing, unputtable down, and at times shocking but this one takes the cake.  I honestly didn’t know how Ms. Charles was going to work towards Helena and Gabe’s HEA after everything that was said and done by these two.

What I love about Ms. Charles’ writing is that she doesn’t prolong the black moment.  She makes her characters work for the HEA.  Once I got to Helena and Gabe’s black moment, I didn’t stop crying until the epilogue.  Yes, it is very sad and the cruel things that Gabe said still haunt me.  Why?  Because my brother faced a similar situation and begged, pleaded with his girlfriend at the time.  He WANTED to be a father.  Hence, I’m going to my nephew’s high school graduation on June 1st.  But I digress…But that’s what Ms. Charles’ writing so powerful.  She gets to the nitty gritty of a relationship and puts the time and effort into to make us love the characters, flaws and all.  I couldn’t hate Gabe at any time.  He was upfront and honest with Helena in the beginning but he never saw it past the good times.  Helena, on the other hand, saw the bad times.  My heart broke for her but she is strong and knew that with or without Gabe, she would be fine.

The sisters, cousins and assorted others make appearances.  Oh, Lord, does Ms. Charles have a spitfire on her hands.  Ella is a force to be reckoned with and I rather enjoyed the friendship that developed between Gabe and Ella.  She cracked me up when I needed it.  Cole *major swoon* is still my favorite Harrington cousin.  He didn’t hate Gabe, tolerate more like it but he was totally there for Helena when she needed it.  The funniest part in the book was when they all compared Gabe to Max.

Of all the books that I have read this year, this is the best of the best so far.  This book will haunt me but in a good way.  The romance, the friendship and ultimately being able to forgive is what makes this book so special.  Gabe has to forgive someone from his past and Helena needs to forgive Gabe for them to get their HEA.  Bravo Ms. Charles.

Can’t recommend it any higher!

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Happy Release Week to debut author Valerie Bowes featuring Battle For Love w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO
BATTLE FOR LOVE!
 
Battle for Love
Historical Romance Novel
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: May 8, 2017
 
Keywords: Romance, Sweet, Clean, Regency
 
It’s not easy, being an unmarried woman in the England of 1814. But Nancy Worth will not marry where there is no love, and every man in her small Sussex village is either too old, too young, or has a face like a fish. Except for the handsome Bartholomew Boult, and he has his own reasons for pursuing her.
 
When, against all the odds,  Nancy does find love, both her family and his are determined to put a stop to it.  He is gentry, and she a farmer’s daughter. With lies and gossip flying, as well as the unexpected resumption of war, it seems everyone is trying to separate her from Will Carlton.
 
Even Napoleon Bonaparte.
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EXCERPT


Nancy dragged the bonnet from her aching head and swung it by its ribbons, using it to dash intrusive sprays of vegetation out of her way. Wrapped in smothering thoughts, she did not hear the voices until she stepped out of the narrow way into the edge of a field.

Only a few yards away, Bartholomew Boult was speaking to one of his farmhands. He turned as Nancy appeared abruptly behind him and snapped a command. The farmhand slouched off with an interested glance over his shoulder.

Boult took a couple of steps towards her. “Miss Worth? May I be of assistance?”

Nancy blinked the angry tears from her eyes, her spine ram-rod straight. “I know my way, thank you, Mr Boult. I am quite all right.”

He came nearer. “Are you sure?”

He was too close for her comfort. She could smell the maleness of him and, despite her dislike of the man, her body betrayed her. Her belly fluttered and she was uneasily certain that he could feel the warmth that had flooded her loins.

He smiled, relishing her discomposure. His wager with Satterthwaite was as good as won. A ripe, juicy plum, ready to fall into his hand. The only question was whether she would fall without the prize of marriage. And whether it would be worth the brouhaha if she did, he thought cynically.

No harm in edging the matter along. He reached out a forefinger, set it under her chin and planted a kiss on her lips.

The next instant, his ears were ringing from the slap she dealt him.

“How dare you?” She was standing very upright, her eyes kindling with fury. “You forget yourself, sir.”

He rubbed his cheek ruefully, but a grin spread over his face. So she wasn’t the easy conquest he had thought. Better! Much better. This would provide some sport.

“I beg your forgiveness, but you must agree that some of the fault is yours. You have such damnably kissable lips.”

“Let me pass, if you please.” Nancy crammed the bonnet back onto her head. If she had remembered that this path touched on Boult’s land, she would have thought twice about coming this way on her own. She had not forgotten entirely the suspicion that had surfaced, so formless that it was like trying to catch a moonbeam in a jar. How had he known that she had been visiting Susan that day? But she was far too angry to be afraid.

“Come, Miss Worth, cry quits. Indeed, you have my sincere apologies. May I squire you back to Millcote, to make amends?”

“No, you may not.” Her thunderous face reinforced her words.

“I bow to your wishes. Believe me, I have no desire to put you out of countenance. And pray put my lapse of behaviour out of your mind. It shall not happen again.”

Sincerity, that’s the dandy. Let her think she’s got the better of me. I’ll wager she ain’t been kissed before. Give her time, and she’ll want more.

It was all Nancy could do not to run, but she kept her head up and walked steadily away down the path. Once she was sure he was not following her, she stopped to scrub at her lips, but she could still taste him.

She was uncomfortably aware of the flash of desire that had swept over her, but he could not have known of her feelings, could he? Moistening her handkerchief at her lips, she scrubbed harder. Surely, she could have these yearnings only for the man who engaged her affections? It was what everybody said happened. And she did not like Bartholomew Boult one little bit.

Water. She needed to wash his touch away with the cleanliness of water. There was a stream a little further on. She could dip her handkerchief in that. But when she came to the banks of the brook, Will Carlton was sitting there with his back towards her and his sketchpad on his knee.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I always wanted to work with animals, although I was strongly attracted to drama and flirted for a while with the idea of trying for a Drama College. But the animals won, and I became a nurse at the Blue Cross Animal Hospital.
 
I’d been there seven years when the hospital had central heating put in. I married the engineer and spent the next twenty-seven years driving a truck known as the Flying Pig around the building-sites of London, loaded to the gunnels with boiler sections, copper tube and the occasional smelly contents of a grease-trap.
 
When we stopped the installation side, there were no longer fitters waiting impatiently for my truck and me. For a while I acted as part-time secretary/book-keeper/maker of tea, but seized the opportunity to pursue my love of writing.
 
Do you remember ‘composition’ when you were at school? That was my favourite thing, apart from history. Even when I was driving The Pig, stories would come into my mind and I couldn’t wait to get back and write them down. Walking Polly the English Bull Terrier helps (she goes at two miles a fortnight!), as does running through our lovely Surrey countryside.
 
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Website: http://www.valeriebowes.com
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