No Prince by Stevie J Cole & LP Lovell

Zepp Hunt is a high school senior with a bad boy reputation.

Monore James was sassy, stubborn, and smart but she was no princess. Okay. Let’s get into it!

Monroe James stole a car from one of the bad boys in town, Zepp Hunt. Well, actually he stole from her, but she needed it back. When Zepp learns who stole finds the car, he confronts Monroe. She vaguely explains her situation.

Zepp makes a deal with her. He will return the vehicle but she is his for three months. Meaning, she has to follow through with his demands–legal and not so legal.

Although she despises Zepp, she adheres to his commands. But the more she is around him, she feels her defensive walls crumbling.

Zepp discovers things about her. As his hate dissolves, he realizes things about her and he also learns things about himself. Things he didn’t face in the past.

When he realizes he’s in too deep, he must make the ultimate sacrifice–as he concludes Monroe deserves so much more.

The authors portrayed the characters’ dynamics phenomenally. The story was gritty and raw. Zepp and Monroe’s chemistry bounced off the page. I didn’t want it to end!

This book reminds me of that last piece of cake.ย  You eat it slowly because it’s so delicious but you want to devour it at the same time for the same reason, and when it’s gone, you’re looking for more.

I’m hoping for a part two to learn more other side characters in the book–Jane in particular.

What did you think about No Prince. I believe you know my answer. I loved it!

5/5

Everything’s Better with Lisa by Lucy Eden

EVERYTHING’S BETTER WITH LISA BY LUCY EDEN

Lisa Betancourt has been my neighbor for months, but I didn’t know she existed until the night she threatened me with a baseball bat. To be fair, I kinda had it coming. That was also the night my entire life changed—my biological mother passed away suddenly and mysteriously, leaving behind a surprise baby. The moment I laid eyes on CJ’s chubby face, I knew I would do anything for him. What I didn’t know was how to take care of him. Fortunately, Lisa turned out to be my salvation in more ways than one. She stepped in and changed everything. The more time I spend with her, the more I hope the change can be permanent. Unfortunately, the pressure at work and unraveling the mystery of my mother’s past makes me wonder how that could be possible… 

Cole Simmons lives in the brownstone next to mine and was an insensitive jerk, or at least I thought he was until he got custody of his baby brother, who’s just as adorable as he is.  As the oldest child in a big family, I couldn’t resist stepping in to help when I realized my handsome neighbor was in over his head when it came to babies, though I’ve learned the hard way that handsome men can’t always be trusted. I moved to New York to start a new life, adjust to my new normal and heal from a bad divorce. Unfortunately, my heart didn’t get the memo, and the more time I spent with Cole and the impossibly sweet CJ, the more I start to wonder if my neighbor isn’t the only one in over his head…

This full-length novel can be read as a standalone but is the third book in the Everything’s Better series. You’ll see friends from Everything’s Better with You, Everything’s Better with Kimberly & Cherishing the Goddess. Cole & Lisa’s love story is chock full of Enemies to Lovers, Single Parent, Secret Baby (or two), Nanny (no power imbalance) & Fake Engagement goodness and is safe with NO cheating.

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EXCERPT

“Lisa,” he whispered.

“Yes, Cole?” I blinked up at him and took a step closer, his hand still resting on mine.

“I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?” he asked.

I giggled causing him to pull away.

I’d never been asked for a kiss before. It was adorable, silly but also somehow incredibly sexy.

“What?” he asked. I could see the look of apprehension on his face.

“Are you as good at seducing as you are at apologizing?” I reached up and stroked his cheek. I was suddenly wide awake. I swore I meant to say kissing but the word seducing came out instead. I would have been happy with a kiss but seduction sounded so much better. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since I’d been seduced.

“I’m very good at seducing.” He scooped me under my thighs and lifted me onto the kitchen island like I was a doll, making his lips more accessible. “I’m a little out of practice.” He swept my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck, and gently pressing his lips to the soft skin below my ear. I moaned, though I wasn’t sure I meant to and Cole’s body, at least one part of his body, responded. 

“Good,” I sighed. “I’m a little out practice, too.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my body into his. He was rock hard and I found myself was grinding my hips into his erection. The fact that we were both wearing thin pajamas made me feel every contour of his dick and I was flashing back to my thoughts upon seeing him earlier today pushing the stroller. Why were men with babies so fucking sexy?

 He kissed his way down my neck and gently lowered me onto the countertop until I was fully reclining with my hair hanging over the other side. He lifted the hem of my shirt and pressed his lips into my soft belly and swirled his tongue into and her around my navel. 

His head traveled below my belly button and I gasped.

“Cole, what are you doing?” I asked as his lips traveled to places no one’s lips had been before.

“I told you I wanted to kiss you.” He shot me a mischievous smile and slowly stroked the skin under the elastic of my pajama pants, soothing the indentation marks of the waistband. “I didn’t say where I wanted to kiss you.”

“Oh,” I whispered. “I thought you meant…” I trailed off and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth. He smiled, leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Then he planted a kiss on my nose, then my cheek before tenderly sucking my earlobe between his teeth and nibbling. I moaned again. 

“Well, now that you know what I meant, do you want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear. My body was pulsating heat in a current that traveled up and down my arms before settled in place where Cole was eager to visit.

“No,” I half sighed, half moaned while shaking my head, causing his lips to brush the shell of my ear. “Don’t stop.”

“Good.” He let out a soft chuckle and began to make his way down my body, again hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pajamas and my panties, slowly pulling them over my thighs, ghosting a kiss or a lick on every inch of newly revealed flesh. “Because I’m just getting started.”

 

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ABOUT LUCY EDEN

Lucy Eden is the nom de plume of an romance obsessed author who writes the kind of romance she loves to read. She’s a sucker for alphas with a soft gooey center, over the top romantic gestures, strong & smart MCs, humor, love at first sight (or pretty damn close), happily ever afters & of course, dirty & steamy love scenes.

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Pinky Promises by Deana Birch

Pinky Promises
Deana Birch
Publication date: November 18th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

When her long-distance teaching buddy goes on maternity leave, New York City native Leyla Harraq, temporarily transplants to a sleepy beach town on the West Coast to manage her friendโ€™s Hot Yoga studio. But the yoginiโ€™s brash spunk leads to an immediate social gaffe when she insults her new landlord, carpenter Adam Fields, and must backpedal to save face.

Watching her hottie landlord wallow in solitary confinement after a brutal break-up will never do. Motivated by her own need for physical contact, Leyla happily offers herself as the perfect rebound. Sheโ€™ll be gone in a couple of months, no one has to know, and she can wipe his ex right out of his mindโ€ฆ and body. After all, if anyone knows how to turn up the heat, itโ€™s her.

But when the studio owner realizes she canโ€™t return to teaching full-time and asks Leyla to stay, the fish-out-of-water must make a choice. Can she abandon her commitment-free lifestyle for small town drama and a chance at love with a hunky hammer wielding man?

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EXCERPT:

She bent over. Again. And I stared. Again. And possibly drooled. What the hell was wrong with me? Iโ€™d been dating my girlfriend for ten years and never once thought of another girl in a totally inappropriate and downright lusty way.

Plus, I was her damn landlord. There had to be some kind of weird power thing making my dirty mind even worse. When the hell had I turned into Creepy McGoogly-Eyes? I shook my head like a confused dog and headed through my glass door into the open kitchen.

โ€œChicken okay for you?โ€ I asked over my shoulder. That was the other thing. Why had I asked her to dinner? Maybe it was because I couldnโ€™t figure her out. New York sass one minute and stupefaction the next. Yeah, that was it. Not her bendy little butt, coal-black hair or insanely charming accent.

โ€œChicken is perfect. Thank you so much for your hospitality; I really didnโ€™t expect it.โ€ Leylaโ€™s soft smile revealed a small dimple in her chin. She tapped the counter a couple of times and surveyed the room before meeting me at the fridge. โ€œWhat can I do to help?โ€

Damn, she was short. She didnโ€™t even have to hunch down to look in at the shelves. And I didnโ€™t fail to notice her offer. Whenever Holly came over, which was most nights when she wasnโ€™t traveling for work, she would find excuse after excuse not to chip in. Either sheโ€™d just gotten her nails done or was too tired or would just blink and say, โ€œI do love it when you spoil me, babe. You donโ€™t mind if I chill, work was a bitch.โ€ It had just seemed like something Iโ€™d accepted in our relationship. Iโ€™d often wondered how much she would do if we ever had kids. And if I was honest, it was one of the things holding me back from buying a ring.

โ€œGive me something to chop.โ€ Leyla held open her hands. โ€œOr I can just rummage around and make a salad out of whatever I find.โ€

I pulled out the marinated chicken breast from the bottom drawer and met her olive eyes on the way back to standing. โ€œGo for it. Thereโ€™s a head of lettuce and vegetables in the second drawer. You want a beer?โ€

โ€œYou trying to get me drunk?โ€ A small, sarcastic snarl wrinkled her face.

I yanked my head back, and she cringed.

โ€œFuck. Iโ€™m sorry. Oh, Christ, now I said fuck. And Christ. Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€ Rapid blinks were followed by one long one and a sharp exhale from her nose. โ€œI think I have a little bit of fish-out-of-water syndrome. Iโ€™m sorry if I offended you with my language or impliedโ€ฆโ€

She really was quite the little pickle. I couldnโ€™t help but chuckle. โ€œIs that a yes or a no?โ€

โ€œMaybe it will help me stop committing social faux pas. A beer would be great, thanks.โ€ Leyla pulled out two red peppers and an onion and set them on the counter. I stepped out of the doorway, opened the cooler, grabbed a longneck, and wiped the ice water it dripped onto a nearby dish towel.

A quick hiss escaped the bottle as I twisted the cap and brought it back to the kitchen. I slid the beer across the counter, where Leyla was already busy chopping vegetables.

โ€œJust for the record, I donโ€™t consider the swearing a problem. The gawker comment, yes,โ€ I deadpanned.

Her face fell as she reached for the beer. The bottle hovered below her lips and her eyes went wide. โ€œIโ€”โ€

โ€œRelax. Iโ€™m fucking with you.โ€ And dear God, it was more fun than Iโ€™d had in a long time. She was easier to wind up than a toy from the dollar store.

She set the beer down and crossed her arms. Her eyes narrowed, but a glimmer of something, maybe mischief, betrayed what she probably wanted to read as anger.

โ€œYou were kinda staring at my ass.โ€

Her ass was kinda staring back as far as I was concerned, sending all kinds of voodoo messages that had somehow convinced me to check it out every chance I got. But no way was I confessing to that.

โ€œSorry. But no. I told you. I was just trying to figure out how youโ€™d made yourself into a human pretzel.โ€ Human pretzel in ridiculously revealing shorts.

Her slightly pouty lips plumped out and Leyla rolled her eyes. โ€œWhatever, Mr. My Girlfriend is in Vegas.โ€ She turned back to the vegetables, took a swig of the beer, and went back to work.


Author Bio:

Born and raised in the Midwest, Contemporary Romance and Erotica writer, Deana Birch, now lives with her family in Europe. She can be found teaching yoga, ruining her childrenโ€™s French homework, cleaning up dog vomit, writing her next book, or reading someone elseโ€™s.

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