Thursday, March 16, 2017

NetGalley REVIEW - Virtual Tour - Masquerading With the Billionaire (Guide to Love, #3) by Alexia Adams

Masquerading With the Billionaire
Guide to Love, #3
by Alexia Adams
Releasing March 13th 2017
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The Book Junkie Reads . . .Review of: Masquerading with the Billionaire (Guide to Love, #4) . . . Sexy, hot, nerdy computer geek and she. Yes, I said she was a master of disguise and could hack with the best of them. She sent in to do that job that was built for a man. So, no one would suspect a female. Would they? Here I should have been head over heels in love with the male, Remington, but Kat stole the show for me. She was a strong independent woman that could handle her business and fall in love. I did not say that it was easy but she took care of it.

Kat had a backbone that was forged over time and experience. She gave the female lead something that many have come to lack over the years. She still feminine but strong, fierce, capable. She made the perfect counterpart to Wolfe and the things he truly needed in his life. There are many ins and outs to this one that will keep you on your toes. There’s action, drama, and ultimatums. This one will have you turning page after page. Again and again.

Highly recommended for anyone looking for a fierce, strong, loyal, capable, independent heroine. Kat steals the show. Wolfe was along for the ride.

Guide to Love series:
Miss Guided, Guide to Love, #.5
Played by the Billionaire, Guide to Love, #1
His Billion Dollar Dilemma, Guide to Love, #2
Masquerading with the Billionaire, Guide to Love, #3

BlurbWorld-renowned jewelry designer Remington Wolfe is competing for the commission of a lifetime and someone is trying to destroy his company from the inside. He’s in for more than one surprise when his unexpected rescuer turns out to be a sexy computer specialist with a sharp tongue and even sharper mind.

Kat Smith is a cyber-security expert and master of disguise. So being assigned to masquerade as Wolfe’s girlfriend while she uncovers who slipped malicious code into his corporation’s computer systems is no problem. But when Kat’s past catches up to her and their fake relationship starts to feel a little too real, problems are all she seems to have.
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She took a deep breath. “As I don’t have a UK work visa, though, your HR department might figure out that something’s up. The other option would be for me to pretend to be your girlfriend.” She winced as his foot slid off the clutch mid-shift, and the car protested his attempted gear change.
“What makes you think I don’t already have a girlfriend? I don’t double dabble.”
She laughed, and he white-knuckled the gearshift. “Bonus points for the computer term. Have you been studying?”
“A little. But I realized I was out of my depth and had to call in an expert.” The look he sent her this time implied he still doubted her credentials. He’d see soon that she knew her stuff.
It probably wasn’t fair that she knew so much about him when, as shown by the fake cat-lady photo, he knew nothing about her. “I’m an expert. For example, I know that unless you’ve switched to more discreet female companionship, your last intimate relationship ended five weeks ago. She claimed you were, and I quote, ‘emotionally unavailable.’ But judging by the number of photos on Instagram of her kissing her dog, I assume you got tired of your girlfriend tasting like Shih Tzu.”
His laugh filled the car and drew an answering smile from her. “You’re not wrong. But how did you know I broke up with her? Maybe she shattered my heart?”
“Because shortly after your name stopped appearing in her social media feeds, she was suddenly sporting an expensive-looking tennis bracelet. I doubt men who get their heart shattered give their exes break-up jewelry.”
He shrugged but his face was still lit by a smile. “I write it off as a marketing expense.”
“I bet you have a whole line of relationship termination pieces.”
“True. I call it the ejection collection. Makes me a fortune.”
“Well, rest assured, I won’t be demanding any rocks if we go the fake girlfriend routine. Smacks of payment for services rendered to me.”
That elicited a raised eyebrow. “Will services be rendered? This is sounding like the better option.”
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A former world wanderer, Alexia Adams writes contemporary romance stories that reflect her love of exotic destinations and diverse characters and cultures. She currently lives near Vancouver, Canada with her husband and four children and dreams of a world without housework. As a flight risk mom, romance is her escape and she can often be found with her nose in a book, pretending she’s somewhere else. Check out her website, and sign up for her monthly newsletter to discover your next escape.
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Thursday, March 9, 2017

NetGalley REVIEW - HOME AT LAST (Sanctuary Island, #6) by Lily Everett

HOME AT LAST
Sanctuary Island, #6
by Lily Everett
Release Date: March 7th 2017
Publisher: St. Martin’s Paperbacks
 Genre: Romance
Home is where the heart is…

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Home at Last (Sanctuary Island, #6) . . .

Home was just the feeling that I got as I settled in to read the latest addition to the Sanctuary Island series. Marcus was back but what drove him away the first time has nothing to do with what may send him packing this time around. He done something many of the islands residence cannot accept. On the other hand Quinn the island darling proposes a way to make things right for him and maybe provide some distraction for herself at the same time. This was a fake relationship with the potential for making both their worlds right again but for different reasons. The both were escaping something in their lives and together they found a chance to really turn off the outside world and explore what lay ahead of them together. This was a beautiful second chance romance that was better the second time around. They had time to grow with one another. Learn about each other. And ultimately find that they had more in common than either one of them would have dreamed of.

Warm, caring, beautiful and opening. The characters put you right at home on the island. There are always more sides to the situation than the one presented. Sanctuary Island has yet another side of its beauty revealed with the story of Quinn and Marcus. Put up the latest addition to the series. It’s a good place to start if you are new to it and it will be a great way to continue on if you have already begun.

Sanctuary Island series:
Sanctuary Island – Sanctuary Island, #1
Shoreline Drive – Sanctuary Island, #2
Heartbreak Cove – Sanctuary Island, #3
Home for Christmas – Sanctuary Island, #4
Close to Home – Sanctuary Island, #5
Home at Last – Sanctuary Island, #6

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Marcus Beckett left Sanctuary Island after his mother’s funeral, and he hasn’t been back since. Until now. Needing a change from the high-risk, high-stakes life of a bodyguard, Marcus makes a solitary life for himself running the neighborhood bar in his hometown. His only mistake? Seducing and then dumping the town’s sweetheart, Quinn Harper. Marcus knows he did the right thing—a good girl like Quinn has no business with a broken man like him. But now no one will come to his bar, and he’s watching his last chance at a peaceful life go up in smoke. So when Quinn proposes a fake four-week courtship, he can’t refuse…even though he knows it’s a bad idea.



It’s a romantic charade that will buy Quinn time to distract her mother and father from their own marital problems—and will help Marcus welcome back some paying customers. But what begins as an engagement of convenience slowly transforms into a deeper connection, one that heals both of their hearts. . .and ignites the simmering passion between them. Could it be that pretending to be together is just what Quinn and Marcus needed to give their real love a second chance?
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Quinn had taken the floor for exactly the reasons shed said, in addition to the knowledge that however little she liked to think it mattered, Marcus was ten years older than she was. And he was a secret stress case who carried all his tension in his back and shoulders. She should know, since shed nearly sprained her thumbs trying to dig the knots out during a massage that had started out sexy and turned into a to-the-death battle between Quinn and the long muscles lining Marcuss spine.
Marcus didnt need to screw up his back by lying on the floor for eight hours, was her point. Not that she would ever say that to him. She didnt have a death wish.
But as it turned out, the floor was more uncomfortable than Quinn had anticipated. And as the hours wore down, so did her resistance to the temptation of the warm, soft bed mere inches from her stiff, aching body.
She stared at Marcuss sleeping form and wondered if she dared.
Then she wondered what the hell was the matter with her. It was a bed. They were adults. Sleeping next to each other didn’t mean they were automatically going to cross some invisible, arbitrary line. She wasnt going to roll over in her sleep and accidentally impale herself on his penis. Theyd be fine.
This is fine, she told herself, getting up off her shaky knees and creeping around to the other side of the bed. The way her knees popped when she stood up was a deciding factor. Quinn carefully peeled back the covers and slid into the bed beside Marcus.
Quinn held her breath, but he didnt move. His broad chest rose and fell with his deep, even breaths. He threw off heat like a roaring bonfire; Quinn went from chilled to toasty in seconds.
Letting her body relax into the softness of the mat- tress, she drifted peacefully into sleep.
Quinns dreams were chaotic, flashes of memories mixed with totally random people from her past and present. She was aware they were dreams, in that vague way that happens sometimes, even when the dreamer is deeply asleep.
In the dream, she and Marcus were walking through the woods behind her parents house, holding hands. Even Dream Quinn couldnt suspend disbelief quite enough for that. Marcus wasn’t a hand-holding kind of guy. So she knew it was a dream, even as he led her deeper into the pine copse, their footfalls muffled by layers and layers of dried pine needles that released their evergreen scent as they were crushed.
Come here, said Dream Marcus, giving Quinn the smile shed only glimpsed once or twicethe small, private, completely unguarded smile that made Marcus look like the carefree boy Quinn had first fallen for.
She could never resist that particular smile. Not that she wanted to resist. This was only a dream. She could have whatever she wanted, with no consequences.
Emboldened by her freedom, Quinn followed Marcus down to lie on a bed of springy green moss. He lay back, arms crossed behind his head and more relaxed than shed ever seen him in real life. Sunlight dappled his handsome face, patterns of light and shadow that shivered over his cheekbones when wind fluttered through the branches overhead.
Her heart swelled with all the feelings shed been stuffing down and denying since the day Marcus unceremoniously ended their relationship. It wasnt smart to care about him. She knew that, and Quinn wanted to be smart, she really did.
The trouble was that shed never learned how to stop caring about someone. Her poor, bruised heart was as optimistic and stubborn as her hungry body was when it came to Marcus Beckett.
Despair teased at Quinns mind, but she pushed it away. This is a dream, she said aloud to remind them both. Only a dream.
Beneath her, Marcus smiled again, the smile that promised things like love and forever and the kind of pleasure she could live on. Thighs tensing with need where she was suddenly straddling his hips, Quinn felt the low-down clench of her body around the emptiness only Marcus could fill.
A shudder racked her, sweeping up her frame in a rush that tightened the peaks of her breasts and forced her mouth open on a gasp.
Yes, like that, Marcus murmured, his eyes going hot and feral the way she remembered from their first nights of passion. The grip of his hands at her hips ex- cited Quinn. She squirmed a little, wanting to feel it, hoping it bruised so she could look in the mirror later and see the evidence of Marcuss desire for her.
With a smooth twist of his massive torso, he flipped them so that Quinns back was arching off the cool moss and Marcus was covering her with his body. Her legs fell open, wanton and wanting, and she relished the stretch of her thighs as he fit himself into the cradle of her hips.
His hardness slotted against her softness with a series of rhythmic nudges that stoked the fire inside Quinn higher and higher. In the dream, her panties melted away like fog, and he was naked too, and they were pressed together so intimately and perfectly and yet, somehow, there was still something in the way, a barrier to Quinn getting what she really wanted. Frustration mounting, she reached down between their hot, straining bodies and felt . . . cotton?
Quinn blinked and suddenly, instead of staring up at the waving pine needles of the Lantern Point woods, she was looking at the familiar starburst pattern of the plaster ceiling in her girlhood bedroom.
Her immediate thought was a dismayed No, let me go back to the dream! But in the next instant, she realized Marcus was still on top of her, his hard chest and strong arms caging her in. Their legs were tangled hopelessly in the sheets and they were both still wearing what theyd gone to bed in, but other than that?
The dream was real.
Eyes still closed, Marcus twisted his hips, grinding wickedly against Quinns most sensitive spot and scattering her thoughts like dried pine needles before she could figure out what to do. She reacted mindlessly, her body taking over and bowing up hard, her arms going around Marcuss neck.
Through her haze of heated lust, Quinn saw the exact moment Marcus woke up.
Copyright © 2017 by Lily Everett and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press.
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LILY EVERETT is the author of the Sanctuary Island series for St. Martin's Press. She grew up in a small town in the foothills of Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains and now resides in Austin, Texas, where she writes full-time.

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