#Review of Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny (A Taking Shots novel) by Cindi Marsen w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @cindimadsen

Today we have the stop for Cindi Madsen’s Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny. Check out this fantastic new romance and grab your copy today!

About Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny:

Confession #1: I used to be a puck bunny, but after a hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey. Now I’m just focused on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate college.

Confession #2: Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my new math tutor.

Confession #3: I can’t stop thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun it’d be to cross lines with him.

Confession #4: I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.

Confession #5: If I’m not careful, I might relapse and fall for Ryder, and then I’ll be totally pucked.

Read a hockey book they said.  You’ll love it they said.  Don’t worry that you burned that t-shirt when you worked for the Dallas Stars and you don’t read hockey romances because it sets up triggers for you.  Keep an open mind and just read.  I’ve read Ms. Madsen before so I’m confident in her ability to write characters that I will love but this is my first NA from her.  Boy, am I glad that I took a chance.

Ox and Lindsey are absolutely perfect for each other.  They had me swooning, laughing and at times, wanting to bop them over the head but nonetheless, I fell in love with them.  I can totally understand where Lindsey is coming from.  I saw puck bunnies first hand for 6 years when I worked for the Stars but Lindsey is self-aware of why she backed off and why getting involved with Ox would be a bad thing.  Lindsey grew up and evolved from the beginning of the book until the end.  Working as an editor for the school paper showed that she had more to offer about herself than she previously thought.

Ox is hot.  No doubt about it but he’s also a softie and a math nerd.  You knew?  I liked how he really pursued Lindsey.  He never gave up and he wasn’t all alpha about it either.  He didn’t realize why Lindsey didn’t want to go out with him but he knew that she was attracted to him.  Ms. Madsen developed their friendship first and then the romance.  Sure, there are smexy times but this book isn’t about that at all.  It’s about how two people can connect when one of them has sworn off the lifestyle.  Yes, being with an athelete (good or bad) is a lifestyle.  Lindsey just wants to pass her math class.

Ms. Madsen has sold him on her NA books.  Everybody kept talking about them but like Lindsey, I shied away because of the hockey angle.  I won’t be making that mistake again.  🙂

 

4.5 Harlies

 

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Catch Up On the Series!

Getting Lucky Number Seven

Anatomy of a Player

Crazy Pucking Love

About Cindi Madsen:

Cindi Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a pretty new pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.

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Happy Release Day to Smart Tass by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff! #Smarttass @Mimijeanromance

From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes SMART TASS, a new Romantic Comedy.

 

He’s the hot quarterback all the girls want.

She’s the smart girl he loves to pick on.

And now that they’re all grown up, things are about to get geekin’ ugly…

 

My name is Tass. I’m smart, I’m driven, and I am determined not to let prankster Hunter Johnson continue raining on my parade. When we were little, he’d pull my hair and call me names. When we were teenagers, he’d throw food and tease me for being a flat-chested virgin.

But now that we’ve ended up at the same college, he’s out of his hot head if he thinks he can keep messing with my life. It’s like he’s fixated on me or something. Well, guess what, Mr. Amazefootball? I’m not that geeky little girl anymore and you do not screw with a smart woman.

So what’s my plan?

It’s definitely wild, and he’s about to find out…

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Happy Book Release and ARC #Review of After I Fall (a Falling novel) by Jessica Scott!

Blurb:

Her entire life has been a lie. Being with Eli is the most honest thing she’s ever done. 

Parker Hauser lives the perfect life and knows exactly where she’s been and where she’s going. Parker has to be perfect. Perfect grades, perfect body, perfect life. 

Until she meets Eli Winter. 

Eli throws her entire life into chaos when he denies her the one thing she wants from him. 

One chance encounter stokes her desire for the man who refused to touch her and left her questioning everything. 

When Parker tries to help his new business, the spotlight turns on Eli’s military record. And the war he’s tried to forget may  destroy them both.

Teaser 3:

 

PARKER

I needed to get out of my apartment and away from the creeping sadness that threatened to drown me if I stayed alone one more minute.

Tomorrow, I will find the owner of The Pint. Tomorrow I will figure out how to unfuck my life.

But right now, I’m standing in a closed-in space with a man who looks like a real-life rendition of Jason Momoa, and my panties are currently hosting their own episode of Celebration at the idea of standing just a little bit closer. I should be at the Baywater Country Club drinking top-shelf martinis and celebrating with Kylie and Bethany and Meaghan. But I can’t see them tonight. For more than the obvious reasons.

I was planning on drinking myself stupid and forgetting everything about the last twenty-four hours in the human garbage fire that my life has become. It hurts and goddamn it, I’m tired of it hurting. I’m tired of being there for everyone else while I have to smile and look pretty.

Tonight? I thought I wanted the raw pulsing music and the bodies crushed together. I thought I wanted the contact. The distraction.

Don’t make a fuss, Parker. Don’t say anything to embarrass me, Parker. 

What did you do to deserve it, Parker? Why didn’t you just do what he asked? Why do you always have to argue? 

Anger crawls up my spine and squeezes my throat once more.

For once in my fucking life, I want someone to look at me and see me. Not my father’s car, or my not-allowed-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s tailored suits.

I want someone to see me. All of me.

I don’t know what I wanted when I left the apartment, but I think I may have just found it.

And the man standing next to me with the dark beard and dark eyes and terrifying tattoos seems like just the guy to take care of everything for a night.

Except that he might be a little too perceptive. I didn’t plan on him seeing the bruises on my arm. Guess I need to rethink that career as a makeup artist if my graduate school plans don’t work out.

He’s still watching me, a dark intensity in his eyes. An intensity that feels like a brushstroke over my skin.

I wonder what it would feel like to wake up wrapped in those massive arms, to feel those hands run over my skin while I sleep. What it feels like to be really touched instead of just positioned to receive.

My eyes burn, and I blink rapidly. I will not cry about the dumpster fire of my life and the garbage that surrounds me. I didn’t set out to solve anything tonight. I came out to escape. To try and find some release from the trapped air in my apartment.

Instead I think I’ve found a solution in search of a problem.

The Solution is a big man. Rough, too. The kind of man I would expect my father would call to lead the construction on a new project.

It’s his hands, though, that capture my attention. Big and flat and broad. They’re a working man’s hands. Not polished. Not cupped in anger.

Just matter-of-fact hands. Hands that would be honest.

Hands that would feel like heaven on my skin.

I look up to find him watching me. I’ve never physically felt a look before this moment, this lazy caress of a man’s gaze moving inch by inch over my skin.

I part my lips. Just enough that he notices. His nostrils flare.

“Careful, little girl.” His voice is thick and deep and smooth. Like the gaze still trailing over my body.

“Or what?” I whisper. Kelsey’s voice slides through my brain.

This is foolish. Utterly stupid.

This is power.

And it is exactly what I need tonight. I need to feel needed. Wanted.

Tonight isn’t about rational thought. It’s about the opposite. About going in blind, completely on instinct.

“I’m not sure you want to find out.”

But he has not moved away. He hasn’t turned his back on me, and he hasn’t dismissed me as some childish twat playing grownup.

God, but those words burn in my ears.

“Maybe I do.”

The muscles in his neck bunch beneath the thick beard. “Do you always hit on random men at bars?”

I press my lips together and dare to take a single step closer. “Nope. You’d be my first.”

He lifts one brow. “Oh yeah? What’s the occasion?” He jerks his chin toward me. “It doesn’t have to do with the bruises, does it?”

I lift my glass to my lips. Slowly I part them, letting the ice cube bounce off the tip of my tongue. When I lower it, his eyes are locked on my mouth. “No,” I whisper. “It’s got nothing to do with them.”

Nothing and everything. But he doesn’t need to know that. He only needs to take me some place and touch me.

Parker.

Me. I need him to see me.

He moves in then with a quickness that catches me off guard. In an instant, he is right there, right in my space. I can smell the faint, smoky scent of him. Something woodsy and spicy and smoky.

It’s all I can do to stay still. To not back down from the challenge he presents in that single breath of space.

“What do you want?” His is a murmured question that feels like a demand.

The single word I need is lodged in my throat. It’s thick and heavy, filled with potential and promise.

“You,” I finally say.

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I have to admit that this is my first book by Ms. Scott.  Sure, I’ve one-clicked but the books just sit on my TBR pile and I have never read them.  *hangs head in shame*  Well, Ms. Scott asked very politely in an email if I would like to read this book.  I jumped at the chance.  I needed to see what all the fuss was about when it came to her books.  Now I know.  What the hell took me so long?  I know.  I do read a lot of the “other” side of ex-military types coming back in the real world.  Sure, I read the trope in category romance, romantic suspense, etc. but never in this form before.

Ms. Scott writes what she knows and it shows.  I still a friend that flys for the Air National Guard and have been over 4 times.  He has a regular job but it’s his sense of honor, duty, and freedom that has him flying missions still.  So I knew going in that it would be about an ex-military trying to make it in the world.  Trying to build relationships, deal with buddies dying, being shot at, PTSD, etc. and try to earn a living.  And yes, fall in love.

Eli and Parker are perfect for each other.  Each has their own set of problems to deal before they can truly be together.  Not to mention that Eli is having a really hard time coming home from the war.  I just loved how these two came together and dealt with the issues that they had.  Abuse, parents being sh*theads, tyring to make a relationship work and basically growing up.  The smexy times are hawt and emotional.  I love the quote from above in the teaser.  Trust is a big issue for them and they have to earn it in the end.

I will NOT make the mistake of just “one-clicking” and moving on when it comes to another one of Ms. Scott’s books.  I see now what I’ve been missing.  Characters to love, cherish, cry for and with, honest and realistic situations and losing myself in a book and then sighing in the end.

 

Jessica Scott is an Iraq war veteran, an active duty army officer and the USA Today bestselling author of novels set in the heart of America’s Army. She is the mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, and wife to a retired NCO.

She is the bestselling author of the Homefront series and the Falling series, both about soldiers and veterans adjusting to life after returning from the wars in Iraq & Afghanistan. Her bestselling Falling series features soldiers integrating into life on college campuses.

She’s also written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF)/New Dawn and has had the honor of serving as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas twice.

She’s holds phd in morality in Sociology with Duke University and she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine’s Americans of the Year for 2012.

Jessica is also an active member of the Military Writers Guild.

Her debut novel Because of You launched the return of Random House’s Loveswept digital imprint and launched the start of the ever popular contemporary military romance genre. 

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