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Happy Book Birthday and #Review of Ruck Me (a Dublin Rugby Romance #2) by Rebecca Norinne! w/a rafflecopter giveaway @rebecca_norinne @rebeccanorinne

 

Title: Ruck Me
Series: Dublin Rugby #2
Author: Rebecca Norinne
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 9, 2017
Blurb
She flies by the seat of her pants, and he’s a no-nonsense kind of guy. When these two opposites attract … oh baby, it’s game on!

I’d called Aoife O’Shaughnessy a number of things, but dumb was never one of them. Through all the trouble she’d gotten into over the years, I never once thought she was actually stupid. Until now. Because I just heard her plan to lose her virginity to the biggest a-hole we know.My first thought? How the f*ck is Aoife still a virgin? The second? Over my dead body.

So I volunteered for the job instead.

It might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t take them back. I didn’t want to.  Suddenly, I couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to kiss the pink-haired sprite I’d known my whole life, to hear her moan my name when she comes.

And I know she’s wondering about me too.

It was only supposed to be sex, but now I’m in deep. I never meant to fall in love with Aoife; this wasn’t supposed to happen. And what came next? Well, neither of us planned on that.

 
*throws confetti*  *blows kisses*   And that’s just for starters.

 

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 Yes, this is me in regards to this book.  This book.  I shouldn’t call it that but I don’t know what else to call it.  I don’t read New Adult mainly because I had a happy, well adjusted time in college and in my early 20’s.  I don’t get the angst, abuse or the “I need a man/woman to make me complete and/or fix me” that a lot of authors do.  That said, there is only one other author that writes New Adult that I read and she is as brilliant as Ms. Norinne.  And yes, she writes books with sports in them.
This book is so much more than what the blurb tells you.  Sure, it’s a childhood friend to lovers trope, with not mess with a teammate’s little sister and opposites attract theme.  There is one more trope but I’m not going to spoil it for you.  😉  Only it’s truly about two people that have never noticed each other before and somewhere between growing up together and Eion deciding to deflower Aiofe, the fine line of falling in love for the first time; this is their story.  They fight, they don’t talk to each other, they breakup, and they have sex.  I know, it sounds like any other book out there but Ms. Norinne’s writing and the ability to get into their heads threw this tired cliche on its butt.  I didn’t read the first book in the series but trust me, I’m TOTALLY vested in Aion’s teammates and I need their stories.
I do have to caution you that the language is raw but it’s completely realistic between the male characters.  They pull no punches when it comes to how they talk about sex and how they do it.  I felt like I was back in my bedroom listening to my younger brother and his friends talk.  Most of the time, I was giggling because of it.  Also, keep in mind that since the characters are barely 21, the way they talk about sex is different.  I might be old (50 yrs. old) but I can remember how we talked about sex and what we were doing.  It really hasn’t changed much.
I envy Ms. Norinne because she lives in Dublin now.  I’m Irish and Scottish so I will go there one day.  I will also admit that I don’t know much about rugby but you don’t get a lesson on the game.  The game isn’t the point of the book, the romance of Eion and Aiofe and how it affects not just them but the people around them.  Declan, Aiofe’s older brother, and Eion’s team captain is a piece of work at times.  I get the over protectiveness but I truly believe without Sophie there to rein him in, there might have been bloodshed.  Again, I didn’t read their story but the few scenes that we have of Declan and Sophie explains a lot about their relationship.  🙂
There is so much more I could tell you about this book but I can’t.  I don’t do anything spoiler-ish.  But I will say that if you want to read a New Adult book that makes sense, is emotional ringing (I’m still recovering from the last 6 chapters) and sigh worthy in the end, this book is for you.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you about the last 6 chapters.

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I couldn’t resist. These are actual Irish Rugby players.

 
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“How do you like your chances against the Mariners?” Aoife asked, the bed springs creaking under the weight of her climbing under the covers.
“It’s hard to say,” I answered, sneaking past the lads to head to my room. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, I dropped down onto my bed. “Liam’s rotator cuff
isn’t getting better with physio so Coach McCarthy is going to bench him until he goes under the knife. That means Paddy’s going to start. Poor kid is scared shitless.”
“Be nice, that was you not too long ago.”
“Yeah, but unlike me, Paddy doesn’t have a huge ego.”
“Oh hush, you’re not so bad.”
“Oh, I promise you I am. I’ve just kept it hidden from you all this time.”
“Come to think of it, you have always been full of yourself,” she joked easily.
“I’d love for you to be full of me.”
When Aoife sucked in a startled breath, I realized I’d said that out loud. Shit.

“Sorry,” I apologized automatically.
“No you’re not,” she answered, her voice coming through the line sounding like a long, slow drink of good whiskey.
“No,” I agreed, “I’m not.”
I was trying not to push her too hard, but she knew exactly how badly I wanted her. After coming in my pants when she’d given herself an epic, toe-curling orgasmby humping my lap, I’d learned my lesson. Now, whenever I’d be seeing Aoife, I beat off beforehand.
“About that. I’ve been thinking …”
“Yeah?” I asked, my gut clenching with nervous anticipation.
“I’m ready Eoin.”
Holy fucking Christ, thank you baby Jesus in a manger!
I screamed in my head as I fought to keep my outward reaction steady. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice growing bold. “I want you inside of me.”
I snaked my hands under the elastic waistband of my joggers and dragged them down past my dick. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked my door on the way in, but it was too
late to check. There was no way I was going to ask her to hold that thought while I made sure. If one of the lads walked in while I had my fist wrapped around my cock, that’d teach them to knock the next goddamned time.
“Say that again.” I slowly worked my hand up and down my shaft.
“What?” she asked, her tone teasing.
“Tell me you want me inside of you.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Fuck yes, I’m touching myself. You just told me I get to fuck you soon. It’s a miracle I didn’t come the second you said it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Eoin.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked on a strangled moan.
“Aoife …” I said when she didn’t respond, drawing out her name on an upward stroke. “Please tell me your fingers are playing with your pretty little cunt.”
“Yes, I’m touching myself,” she answered on a light moan. “I can’t stop touching myself.”
“Me either baby,” I agreed, picking up my pace. I trapped the phone between my ear and shoulder and reached down with my other hand to cup my balls and roll them in
my hand. “I want you so bad,” I groaned, no shame in my confession.  
“I know,” she answered on a shudder. “I can’t wait Eoin.”
“I’m going to make it so good for you, I promise. But before I fuck you with my cock, I’m going to make you come on my mouth. Are you picturing it Aoife—my lips on your
clit, my tongue fucking your sweet little pussy?”
Staccato gasps echoed on the other end of the line. “Yes,” was all she managed to say between pants. “Yes, please.”
“That’s it baby, fuck your pretty pussy with your fingers and pretend they’re mine.”
I was getting close, but I wanted Aoife to come first. I always wanted her pleasure to come before mine.
“Oh my god Eoin, I’m coming!” she cried, her orgasm rolling through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted.
Her pleasure was my undoing. My balls constricted and my whole body shuddered just before something like an electric current shot down my spine and I came so hard
that I saw stars.  
Literal fucking stars. When I came back down from the greatest high I’d ever felt, I heard Aoife laughing into the phone.
“You still there?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Holy shit.”
“I know.

It’s never …”
“What?” I asked, pride egging me on. I had a sneaking suspicion what she was going to say because it had been like that for me too.
“I’ve never come that hard before.”
“Me neither,” I answered honestly.
“Shut up, you’re just saying that.”
“I promise you I’m not. That was … shit. Fucking epic, Aoife.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” She chuckled.
“We are going to be so fucking good together, baby.”
“I like that, by the way.”
“What’s that?”

I asked, wiping my hand on a towel from my earlier shower.
“That you call me baby. I like it,” she confessed.
I thought about it for a second. I’d never called a girl I was with anything but her name and I had no idea where it had come from. It had just slipped out, kind of how Aoife had just snuck up on me. Even though the endearment wasn’t something I’d consciously decided to use, I found myself smiling. “I like that you like it.”
“Oh shit, Colleen’s calling me to come downstairs,” she suddenly whispered. “I have to go.”
“Sweet dreams baby.”
“You too,” she said, blowing me a loud kiss just before hanging up.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments, pondered the wide grin and happy eyes that stared back. Shit. I didn’t know how it had happened or why, but I was definitely falling for this girl.
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USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes contemporary romance featuring smart and sexy heroines and the men who adore them. When not writing, Rebecca is watching rugby, drinking craft beer, or traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next story. Her favorite foods are popcorn, sushi, and French fries and she’s never met a Kelly Clarkson song she didn’t like.

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Series: Jagged Edge #5
Author: A.L. Long
Genre: Adult, Erotica Romance
Published: March 22, 2017

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Happy Book Birthday to Time War by Amanda Kay w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @amandakay_books

Title: Time War
Author: Amanda Kay
Genre: Young Adult, Time Travel Romance
Published: January 17, 2017

**The First Time Travel Book From Amanda Kay**
**Suitable for 15+ with parental approval as the book does contain some language**

What if you could travel back in time?
What if you met the love of your life in the past?

December 20, 1961
Well, I am officially heading to Vietnam. I’ll leave for basic in just a few weeks and then it’s off to another world. My mom cried when I chose to enlist. It’s not the most popular decision in some places, but other places aren’t my little town. Here, I’m a hero. Here, I stand for something. My only wish is that I get to see her before I leave. It’s weird, I’ve described her to everyone but no one knows who she is. To me, she’s mine, but I know there is a story she’s not yet ready to tell me. I’m glad she’s in my life, though, because she’s gotten me through some rough times. Well, that’s my story today. KJ
When Willow Davidson is suddenly uprooted from her big city life and tossed into a small town, she struggles to find where she belongs. That is until she finds his journal and suddenly, finds herself in the past. 1958 to be exact. It’s there in the past that she meets Keagan. He’s handsome and funny. He captures her heart, but they are fighting an uphill battle. She’s from the present and he’s from the past, but the time war they face doesn’t stop her from falling in love.

 


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Amanda Kay
It had been two weeks since we moved into our new house. I still didn’t know anyone. Mom and Dad said that was because I spent my days sulking; maybe they were right. I was sitting in my room looking around, when I realized I had barely left this room since we got here.
“You’ll never make friends this way,” I scolded myself.
I decided it was time to mingle. I walked downstairs and outside at the same time as my neighbor. She looked about my age, so I walked toward her driveway. “Hey,” I called.
She looked my way and waved, “Hi.” I smiled at the return greeting.
“I’m Willow,” I called, not as loud since I was now closer to her house.
“Lydia,” she replied. A car came speeding down the road, stopping in front of her house. “Got to go,” she waved before jumping into the car.
I sighed as I watched it speed away. “That went well,” I mumbled, returning to my house and my room. This was bullshit. I wanted to go back to my old city.
Sitting on the bed, I debated calling my Aunt Kari. Surely, I could live with her. Then I could attend my high school, with my friends. I absently looked around my new room. It was a nice setup, much like my old room, but it wasn’t my old room. A loose floorboard caught my eye.
“Great, the house is broken,” I chuckled, leave it to my parents to buy a house without looking at it up close. I got up and walked over to the loose board. If I pulled it up, I could show Mom and Dad how wrong this house is.
Under the floorboard was an old leather book. I pulled it out, Property of KJ. Sitting on the floor, I opened it. Who was this KJ?
July 22, 1958
Well, it’s official, high school begins in September. I’m not looking forward to it at all. I really couldn’t tell you why either. I’m fifteen and nothing about this life excites me anymore. I’m not really living. Isn’t life supposed to have a purpose? I’m not sure what mine is.
That’s my story today,
KJ
I sighed, I knew what this KJ felt like. What is my purpose in life? Before the move, it was friends and boys. Makeup and clothes. Malls and movies. Now, I wasn’t sure. Closing the journal, I carried it over to the bedside table. Maybe a nap would help.
I only closed my eyes for a minute, but when I woke, it was late afternoon. Damn, I didn’t want to take a nap. I walked downstairs, the house was quiet. “Mom, Dad.” They didn’t answer. I glanced out the window and their car was gone.
Oh well, I walked out the back door, anxious to explore the area around the house. I walked down the pathway and noticed a pond, but my parents had mentioned that. What caught my eye about the pond was the guy sitting on the edge of the pond.
“Hello,” I called out freezing my steps as he turned around to face me. He frowned and I wasn’t sure why.
“Hi,” he called back and I walked toward him. He looked around my age, which I thought was nice. At least I’d make a friend.
“What are you doing on my property?” I asked, not sure why that tumbled out of my mouth first. Smooth, Willow. Bite the guy’s head off.
He frowned more and scratched his head, “Last I checked, it was mine and I don’t have a sister.” It was my turn to frown. His?
I looked around and tried to think of a response. “KJ?” I questioned barely above a whisper. It was likely that he didn’t hear me.
“That’s what my friends call me. I’m Keagan,” he smiled.
“Willow,” I rasped. Where was I? What year was it? “What year is it?” He stared at me and then broke into a roaring laugh. I felt so stupid.
“1958, same as it’s been for seven months.” He was still laughing hard so his words were breathless.
“Oh God,” I gasped and his laughing stopped. When I chanced looking his way again, he was staring at me with concern. His green eyes searing my heart.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” How did I answer that question?
“I’m new in town,” I muttered quickly.
“And somehow, my property became yours?” He smirked.
“It’s complicated,” I dismissed. How the hell did I end up in 1958?
“Well, it’s a story I’ll look forward to,” he smiled.
“One day,” I said softly. He continued to smile at me and then he patted the ground next to him.
“So, Willow, how old are you?” I laughed at the simplicity of his question. This felt unreal.
“Fifteen and you?”
“Fifteen.” I nodded and he took my hand, “You’ll be going to St. Paul, right?”
I swallowed, “I will.” It was an honest answer, right? That was the school I would be attending but not until 2016. God, what the hell was this?
“That’s cool.” He smiled as he took my hand. My heart stuttered and began to hammer in my chest. I ran my other hand through my hair. “I won’t bite, Willow,” he whispered.
“Maybe I will,” I shot back, hoping to calm myself down with some banter.
He laughed again, “I doubt that.” He dropped my hand casually and I was able to exhale.
“I should be going,” I muttered, quickly standing.
“Yeah, okay.” He sounded sad and suddenly I felt guilty.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking down at him.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” he dismissed.
“I understand.” He smiled at me again and I smiled back before turning to walk away.
“Will I see you again?” he called after me.
Would he? “Maybe I’ll visit in your dreams,” I chuckled.
“I’ll wait for you there,” he answered and my heart raced again.
“Bye, Keagan.” I waved and then trotted off quickly. I could feel his eyes on me, so I went around to the front of the house before entering. Racing to my room, I scooped up his journal and flipped through the pages. The blank pages.

I am a Paranormal/Fantasy Adult and YA Romance Author
(M/F, F/F, & F/F/M stories)

I am a Florida girl at heart, but since getting married I have lived in Washington, South Carolina, and our latest move Connecticut. I hold a B.A. in Multimedia Journalism with a minor in Political Science from Florida Atlantic University in Boca Raton, Florida.

Writing is something I love and since I am blessed to be a stay at home mom I thought I would try my hand at getting the stories in my head out and see how far I could go. I tried a few years ago to go through a Literary Agency, but it went nowhere. The self-publishing market was just starting to get hot so I self-published two books mainly for family and friends. I then discovered the world of New Adult. I wanted to stick with my paranormal roots and began thinking up story ideas that took on not only a paranormal element, but a fantasy element as well.

So, that is me in a nutshell. I am a little crazy and simple and I love my life and my family.

 

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