Review: Jock Rule by Sara Ney

Well. A new Sara Ney book. That makes my heart LEAP WITH JOY because yeah, I’m a fan. I fully admit it. I have pretty much enjoyed every single book I’ve read by her so I will say, this review probably won’t be the most unbiased though there are few small issues I had with the story.

Teddy goes out with her friends every weekend but somehow, instead of having a good time and maybe meeting a guy she likes, she ends up as somewhat of a wallflower. She holds up the wall, or, when Kip notices her, she is standing aimlessly by an empty keg. He can’t take his eyes off her but also scoffs at the way she allows her friends to treat her. He is not impressed.

When these two finally make contact, Teddy isn’t exactly impressed with this giant (seriously, GIANT!) man with a bushy beard and long hair. He is known as Sasquatch but she refuses to call him that. She also refuses to listen to him and his set of rules because he is annoying.

Kip hasn’t had a relationship in several years. He has basically given up on women (and sex). Kip is rich. Like, super rich and he has a pretty bad view of women unfortunately. While he doesn’t hate them, sometimes his distaste for wealthy women verged on really cruel. Teddy becomes someone who bucks his views (in kind of a Mary Sue-ish way, even I have to admit) but… I still love this book. Kip loves his mom and sister dearly so that helped salvage his character for me. (And yes, I know only loving your female family members isn’t always a great trait but I let it work for me.)

Soon, Kip can’t get enough of Teddy. He goes from not wanting to let her into his huge house to… well, inviting her into his bed when the furnace in his house breaks. Kip is smitten. Teddy is too until she realizes exactly what kind of background Kip grew up in.

Jock Rule is the second book in Sara Ney’s Jock Row series. Don’t let the phrase “second book” dissuade you though because it stands completely alone. None of the characters from the first book are even mentioned. There is a lot of great chemistry between Teddy and Kip. I really liked Teddy but I had to agree with Kip, she needed a new best friend, stat. Fortunately, Teddy finds her courage and confronts her so-called best friend in a way that was true to Teddy’s character. She is a kind woman but she lets her emotions and nostalgia of their friendship stand in her way too long.

Also, Teddy is an engineering major who works HARD. She is award a grant in the course of the book and I was mentally cheering for her. I love that Teddy is working in a STEM field. Not enough of those female characters in romance books. Frankly, I would have loved to see a few more scenes of Teddy doing science-y things (writes the woman who is not great at science).

Jock Rule is sexy, funny, and sweet. Teddy really won me over as the star of this book and I definitely warmed up to Kip as the story went on. I liked where they ended up and I really liked that… wait for it…. they didn’t have sex immediately. NOTHING wrong if they did of course, but since Teddy was a virgin, I thought it made sense that she would wait to get to know Kip a bit more before having sex. Don’t worry though, this book is still plenty sexy!

Jock Rule is available now. If you’re a fan of Sara Ney’s books, I think you’ll enjoy this story!

JockRule New BN KoboKip Carmichael is no pretty boy.

He’s a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.

The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora “Teddy” Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she’d been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry “friends.”

Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He’s a goner.

Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

 

 

Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.

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Review Blitz: Jock Rule by Sara Ney

Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy.

He’s a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.

The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora “Teddy” Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she’d been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry “friends.”

Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He’s a goner.

Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.

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Review: The Accidental Beauty Queen by Teri Wilson

I watched Miss America with my mom growing up ever year. We loved looking at the dresses and guessing who the winner will be. These positive memories were brought back full-force to me as I read The Accidental Beauty Queen by Teri Wilson.

Charlotte is visiting Florida to support her twin sister, Ginny, in the Miss American Treasure pageant. She plans to visit Universal Studios Hogwarts during the day and be in the audience at night cheering her sister on. Unfortunately, things do not go as planned, big time.

When Ginny has an allergic reaction to something she ate, her face swells up and gets blotchy. The only logical thing to do is drop out of the Miss American Treasure pageant but Ginny comes up with another idea altogether. When the doctor casually mentions that Charlotte could just step in for Ginny, well, Ginny seizes on that idea and does her best to convince Charlotte to become Miss Texas.

Charlotte is NOT going to participate but then she remembers how long Ginny has been going for the crown of Miss American Treasure, a legacy left behind by their mother who died when they were kids. So, reluctantly, Charlotte steps in and that’s where things start to get interesting.

Now, the reader knows right off the bat that what Charlotte is doing is wrong on every level. But, who hasn’t done some things for their family members that aren’t always on the up and up? The plan is to get Ginny through the preliminary rounds where the real Ginny can then step in to her stilettos and finish the pageant off. Of course, it’s the real Ginny who has been training for pageants all her life, not school librarian Charlotte. There is definitely a learning curve and some rough bumps along the way.

Despite the big misunderstanding (or lie, let’s be real) that colors this story, I really enjoyed getting to know Charlotte and Ginny, and the pageant round. According to the book’s acknowledgements, Teri Wilson judged the Miss United States Pageant in the past year. She brings a real air of authenticity to the story and it shows. What I really liked is that the Miss American Treasure pageant did not turn out anything like I expected. The women are all friendly and supportive of each other, there is a real camaraderie in the group, and while they are definitely competitive, I appreciated that the story did not go into petty cat-fights like my mind tends to stereotype. I also appreciated the hard work these women put into the pageant. I feel like Teri Wilson does a great job of representing what a pageant truly is like.

Charlotte is dealing with the pressure of the pageant and she is also carrying a lot of guilt for lying to her fellow pageant women and the man she is becoming interested in. How Charlotte and Ginny resolve these lies proved to be satisfying to me. There was a lot of air to clear between the sisters that had colored their relationship for awhile. I’m glad they were able to address it.

Also, as the big Harry Potter fan that I am, I loved Charlotte-as-Ginny’s talent for the talent show portion. It made me laugh.

The Accidental Beauty Queen is a brisk moving story that is entertaining and a bit heart breaking because the two sisters don’t have the relationship they really want. I really liked seeing them become closer as they started to understand each other better. And, there’s a great little side-kick dog and a sexy love interest. Teri Wilson is an entertaining author!

The Accidental Beauty Queen is available now.

On Sale: December 4, 2018
Gallery Books | Trade Paperback Original
ISBN: 9781501197604 | $16.00
E-ISBN: 9781501197611 | $7.99
Audio-ISBN: 9781508283553 |$17.99

In this charming romantic comedy perfect for fans of Meg Cabot and Sophie Kinsella, critically acclaimed author Teri Wilson shows us that sometimes being pushed out of your comfort zone leads you to the ultimate prize.

Charlotte Gorman loves her job as an elementary school librarian, and is content to experience life through the pages of her books. Which couldn’t be more opposite from her identical twin sister. Ginny, an Instagram-famous beauty pageant contestant, has been chasing a crown since she was old enough to enunciate the words world peace, and she’s not giving up until she gets the title of Miss American Treasure. And Ginny’s refusing to do it alone this time.

She drags Charlotte to the pageant as a good luck charm, but the winning plan quickly goes awry when Ginny has a terrible, face-altering allergic reaction the night before the pageant, and Charlotte suddenly finds herself in a switcheroo the twins haven’t successfully pulled off in decades.

Woefully unprepared for the glittery world of hair extensions, false eyelashes, and push-up bras, Charlotte is mortified at every unstable step in her sky-high stilettos. But as she discovers there’s more to her fellow contestants than just wanting a sparkly crown, Charlotte realizes she has a whole new motivation for winning.

About the author:Teri Wilson is the author/creator of the Hallmark Channel Original Movies Unleashing Mr. Darcy, Marrying Mr. Darcy, and The Art of Us, as well as a fourth Hallmark movie currently in development. Teri is a double finalist in the prestigious 2018 RWA RITA awards for her novels The Princess Problem and Royally Wed. Teri also writes an offbeat fashion column for the royal blog What Would Kate Do and is a frequent guest contributor for its sister site, Meghan’s Mirror. She’s been a contributor for both HelloGiggles and Teen Vogue, covering books, pop culture, beauty, and everything royal. In 2017, she served as a national judge for the Miss United States pageant in Orlando, Florida, and has since judged in the Miss America system. She has a major weakness for cute animals, pretty dresses, Audrey Hepburn films, and good books. Visit her at TeriWilson.net or on Twitter @TeriWilsonAuthr.

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My sister has always been the pretty one. The Jane Bennet to my Elizabeth, the Meg March to my Jo.

It’s been this way for so long that I’ve never questioned it. It’s never even bothered me much. It just is.

Ginny is my sister, and I love her, no matter how different our lives are. And trust me, they’re about as opposite as you can imagine. But the chasm between our worlds has never been quite so glaringly obvious as it is now, because instead of restocking books on their respective shelves, I’m standing in an elevator at the posh Huntington Spa Resort in Orlando, Florida, on the first Monday afternoon of summer.

For starters, at five feet seven, I’m by far the shortest person of the half dozen or so on board. This is a rarity for me. As an elementary school librarian, I’m accustomed to towering over people for the majority of my waking hours. I’m also used to sitting in tiny chairs and using tiny, blunt-edged scissors, but that’s beside the point. Five feet seven isn’t short. . . .

Unless you’re riding an elevator packed with beauty queens.

I don’t know what I expected when I signed on to spend a week cheering for my sister at the Miss American Treasure pageant, but it wasn’t this. The preliminary competition doesn’t start for another two days, so why are they all wearing crowns and sashes already? And what is going on with their shoes?

Beauty pageant contestants wear heels. I know this, obviously. I mean, I’ve seen Miss Congeniality at least twenty times over the years, thanks to Ginny. But these are beyond high heels. Gracie Lou Freebush wouldn’t have lasted a minute in them.

No offense to Sandra Bullock. I’m just saying.

I tighten my grip on the handle of my suitcase, suddenly extremely conscious of the state of my hair. Orlando is one of the most humid places on earth, and the half hour ride on the airport shuttle was not kind. For once, I actually feel sorry for Ginny. It’s one thing to be expected to look perfect onstage, but hotel elevators should be a safe space. I, for one, plan to be roaming the halls in a spa bathrobe and complimentary slippers en route to the vending machine for the majority of my stay.

But to each her own.

Besides, Ginny chose this life, just as surely as I chose mine. She also gets paid more for one sponsored Instagram post than I make in a week, and when I remember this, I keep my sympathy in check.

The elevator comes to a stop on the fifth floor, which has clearly been reserved for the pageant, because we all disembark in a glamorous, glittering herd.

Myself being the exception.

No one seems to notice my presence, though. The Hogwarts T-shirt I’m wearing might as well be an invisibility cloak. Fine. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here for the chance to stay in Ginny’s luxury hotel room for a week, for free, and completely nerd out at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

I’m also here for moral support, of course. I plan on being at every single pageant event, cheering like a maniac while inwardly cringing in horror at the very thought of prancing around in only a tiny swimsuit and a crown. But since the competition doesn’t start until 5:00 p.m., that leaves my mornings and afternoons free to hit up the theme park. I’ve emptied my paltry savings account and invested in a five-day unlimited pass. Bring on the butter beer.

But first, I must locate our room amid a sea of glitz and sparkle. According to the text Ginny sent when I landed, we’re in 511. All of my elevator pals are in rooms along the same stretch of corridor. Half the doors on the floor have hangtags on the knobs that read, Do not disturb! This Miss American Treasure contestant needs her beauty sleep!

I roll my eyes mightily.

Dangling from the knob of room 511 is one such tag, but I highly doubt Ginny is actually sleeping because I can hear the television booming through the door. I knock extra hard so she can hear me above the din of whatever reality show she’s probably watching.

Just please God don’t let it be the Kardashians.

An explosion of barks answers my knock. I take a deep breath. I’ve somehow forgotten all about my sister’s French bulldog mix, Buttercup. Ginny adopted her a month ago as part of her “platform.” I’m not sure exactly what that means. She’s a pageant queen, not a politician. But according to approximately five million posts on Ginny’s Instagram, she volunteers regularly at her local shelter in support of her animal rescue policy.

If memory serves, last year her platform was anti-bullying. But so many other contestants on the pageant circuit had already thrown themselves into the anti-bullying movement that she felt pressured to switch to something else. In other words, she got bullied into giving up her anti-bullying platform. Oh, the irony.

The door to the hotel room swings open, and Ginny is standing there in a white spa bathrobe with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy-yet-artful twist. She’s got one of those serum-soaked sheet masks stuck to her face—the kind that make regular people look like something straight out of a bad horror movie.

Except Ginny isn’t a regular person. So instead she looks like Gwyneth Paltrow enjoying a quiet day of self-care.

“Charlotte, you’re here!”

“Yep. My flight was right on time.” Thank God. I’m ready to make the most out of day one on my unlimited pass.

“Come on in.” She holds the door open wider.

The room is a double, with side-by-side queen beds and a balcony overlooking a pool flanked by umbrella-covered lounge chairs, a tiki bar, and two perfectly symmetrical rows of palm trees swaying in the balmy Florida breeze. Any spare moments I have this week that don’t include Harry Potter will be spent right there, with my feet up and a piña colada in hand. It’s been so long since I’ve taken an actual vacation that the mental picture I’ve just conjured nearly makes me weep.

“This is gorgeous. Ginny, thanks again for inviting me.”

“Are you kidding? I’m so glad you’re here. Dad and Susan aren’t coming until the finals.” Her smile falters. Behind the face mask, I can see her full lips tip into a frown.

I know exactly what she’s thinking. “You’ll make the finals. I know you will. You’re a shoo-in for the top twenty.”

Ginny always makes the finals. She’s up onstage every year alongside the winner and the runners-up. She’s just never managed to crack the top five.

“This year will be different,” I assure her.

She nods. “It has to be.”

As much as I hate to see my sister devoting her life to chasing a silly crown, and even though I positively loathe the pageant scene, my heart gives a little tug. Sometimes I forget why she got started in all of this. But every once in a while, when Ginny’s composure slips, I remember that this is her way of feeling connected to the mother we barely knew. The crushing sense of loss that inevitably follows always seems to catch me off guard. It’s in those moments— moments like this one—that I understand her dream.

I paste a smile on my face. “It will. I promise.”

I have no right to make that kind of promise. After all, I’m not judging this thing.

Truly, why would anyone want that job?

But it’s so rare to see my sister like this that I can’t stop myself. She’s always been the poster child for confidence.

Which just goes to show how much this particular pageant means to her. More than all the others combined.

“You’re right.” She nods with renewed vigor. “Of course I’ll make the finals. This is my year.”

“Definitely.” Pep talk over for now, I head toward the bed on the far side of the room—the one that’s still neatly made and not covered in anything bedazzled.

Every item on Ginny’s bed shines like a disco ball, including her official Miss American Treasure tote bag. I’m beginning to understand why she uses one of those sleepmask things like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I might need to invest in one myself.

As I cross the room, Buttercup launches herself at my wheeled suitcase, growling and nipping at it as it drags behind me. By the time I’m within a foot of my bed, she’s fully attached herself to it and I’m hauling both luggage and bulldog.

“Is this normal behavior?” I ask. It can’t be, can it?

Ginny waves a dismissive hand.

I give Buttercup a little nudge with the toe of my Adidas sneaker. She backs away, peering up at me with her bulgy little eyes. They almost seem to point in two different directions. Like plastic googly eyes.

We stare each other down for a second, and then she resumes her attack on my luggage.

“Is she always so”—I pause, struggling for an appropriate adjective—“headstrong?”

Buttercup and I have never been properly introduced. I only know her via Ginny’s Instagram, where she’s usually doing something less destructive and far more adorable.

“Buttercup is shy,” Ginny says by way of explanation.

I look down at the snarling dog. “Sorry, I’m not getting shy here.”

“You’re stressing her out. She’s not used to strangers and new experiences. She’s a rescue dog, remember? The poor thing sat in the shelter for four months before I adopted her.”

Ginny checks the position of her sheet mask in the large mirror over the bathroom counter. It’s a double vanity, theoretically big enough for both of us. But Ginny’s massive amount of toiletries take up the entire space. “Did you know that seven million dogs and cats enter shelters every year, and half of them end up being euthanized?”

I did not know that, and it’s a horrible, horrible statistic. But her canned delivery prevents me from absorbing the news with the proper level of emotion.

She’s slipped into pageant mode. She’s rattling off more devastating facts and figures about homeless pets, all the while posing with her hand pressed to her heart and her head tilted just so.

I glance at Buttercup. Something tells me she’s heard the speech before.

“Maybe less euthanasia talk in front of the rescue dog?” I suggest. No wonder the poor thing is stressed.

“Oh my God.” Ginny blinks. “Do you think she understands?”

“I have no idea, but why take the chance?” Besides, I can’t handle Ginny’s platform-level intensity right now. I’ve been up since 4:00 a.m.

“I suppose you’re right.” Ginny scoops Buttercup into her arms.

I take advantage of the cease-fire, lift my suitcase onto the bed, and remove my things, paltry in comparison to the vast wardrobe Ginny has stuffed into the closet and all but one of the dresser drawers. Fortunately, I travel light.

Clotheswise, anyway. Beneath the layers of jeans and T-shirts, four hardback novels line the bottom of my bag. I remove all four and arrange them in a nice, neat stack atop the nightstand closest to my bed.

When I look up, Ginny’s shaking her head. “Are you sure you brought enough reading material?”

“Don’t judge. I’m on vacation, remember?”

“Exactly. You’re a librarian. Your vacation should be book-free.” Ginny makes a zero sign with one of her perfectly manicured hands.

“How are we even related?” It’s not the first time I’ve asked that question, and I know with every fiber of my being that Ginny wonders the same thing sometimes.

How could she not?

“Before you dive into one of those, can you take Buttercup for a quick walk?” She grabs a Barbie-pink leash from her nightstand. And—surprise!—it’s heavily bedazzled. “Pretty please.”

“What? Why me?” My gaze flits toward Buttercup, who’s now positioned on Ginny’s pillow with her plump rear facing me. “She doesn’t even like me. Stranger danger and all that.”

Ginny rolls her eyes. “Stranger danger? You spend too much time with little kids.”

True. She dragged me to yoga once, and I kept referring to easy pose as crisscross applesauce.

Still, Buttercup doesn’t seem any more thrilled by the idea than I am. Also, I’ve already begun typing the address of the theme park into the Uber app on my phone. I’m supposed to be dodging a fire-breathing dragon in Diagon Alley right now, not walking a petulant French bulldog.

“I was kind of hoping to head over to Harry Potter World so I could be back in time for us to have an early dinner. Don’t you have pageant stuff today?” I’m pretty sure she has a date with some spray tanner this afternoon. Her skin tone matches mine right now, and I know from experience that Ginny is usually at least four shades closer to orange when there’s a pageant on the horizon.

“Yes, and of course you can head right over there just as soon as you walk Buttercup. She hasn’t been out since early this morning. I can’t do it—I’m not allowed to leave the room without my sash on.”

I blink. “What?”

“Contestants can’t leave their hotel rooms unless they’re pageant-ready. Outside of this room, I have to wear my sash at all times.”

I don’t even know what to say, but suddenly the army of beauty queens from the elevator makes more sense. “That’s crazypants. It’s like you’re some kind of pageant hostage. Put your sash on, and take her out yourself.”

Ginny sighs. “Dramatic much? This isn’t some tiny regional pageant. Miss American Treasure is the big time. She’s a role model. You know that.”

I do. I probably know more about that than any of those chattering elevator girls.

“I can’t go out there like this,” she says.

“Fine.” I take the leash from her hands. She’s clearly in no condition to leave the room, although I would pay money to see an Instagram post of Ginny wearing the sash and her sheet mask at the same time.

“Thank you.” Her slender shoulders sag with relief. “I owe you one. We’ll have a great dinner tonight, I promise. It’ll be just like old times.”

Old times?

I don’t believe her for a minute. When we were kids, our favorite dinners included sloppy joes and macaroni and cheese. I can’t remember the last time I saw a carb cross Ginny’s lips.

“Come on, Buttercup,” I mutter.

The portly little dog growls the entire time I’m attaching her leash to her sparkly pink collar. This should be lovely.

“We’ll be right back.” I cast a glance over my shoulder as I lead Buttercup out the door, and Ginny catches my gaze in the mirror.

She gives me a little wave. I wave back, and for a moment, I go still. Rooted to the spot. Ginny’s sheet mask is gone, and her face is bare. Clean. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her makeup-free. Without the airbrushed foundation, the contouring and highlighting, the carefully lined lips and the double layers of false eyelashes, she looks a lot like me.

She looks exactly like me, actually. Same nose. Same eyes. Same heart-shaped face.

Same DNA.

Because even though my sister has always been the pretty one, the beauty queen—the Jane Bennet to my Elizabeth, the Meg March to my Jo—she’s also my twin.

Release Day Blitz: Ms. Lawyer by Lea Coll

Today we have the release blitz for Lea Coll’s MS. LAWYER. Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

 

Title: Ms. Lawyer

Author: Lea Coll

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

About Ms. Lawyer:

She’s the new public defender in town. He’s running for sheriff.

Emma Ryan vows never to live in a small town again. Then her boss transfers her to Chestertown on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.

On opposite sides of the law, Emma quickly clashes with police officer Luke Hudson.

But when Emma is threatened, she’ll need to work with Luke to determine who’s responsible.

Stubborn, cocky and ambitious, Luke will stop at nothing to get what he wants. When his association with a criminal defense attorney puts his bid for sheriff in jeopardy, he’ll need to choose between his dream job and taking a chance on love.

 

 

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I felt his heat at my back and a voice whispered over the shell of my ear, “Ms. Lawyer, a word?” I didn’t even have to look up now. I knew that voice anywhere, I shivered as the sound shot straight through my body. I shot an apologetic look at my client and turned to follow Luke out of the courtroom.

He was in uniform again today and he was so authoritative on duty it captivated me. Just the click of his black dress shoes on the courtroom floor did it for me. It made me think of how commanding he would be in bed making my core clench in response. I resisted the urge to fan myself with my file as I followed him. The state’s attorney at my internship in college told me to avoid all police officers, because they were cocky womanizers or cheaters. Something like that. I couldn’t seem to heed her warning now that I had the attention of one. It was merely his professional attention, but I was starting to crave more.

“Yes?” I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest hugging the file to hide my attraction to him. He drew himself up to his full height, placed his hands on his duty belt, and went into full cop mode. I tried not to look directly into his eyes, which tended to draw me closer into his sphere.

“I’m here for the heroin case at Washington College. This case yours?” He asked as he handed a police report to me.

I took a look down at it, happy to have something else to concentrate on. “Oh yeah, the janitor who picked up a newspaper while he was cleaning.”

“A newspaper which was wrapped around a bag of heroin,” he said.

My eyes narrowed at that, “He works at a college, Luke. He was just doing his job, cleaning up after those kids. College kids do drugs. He picked up garbage, which contained abandoned drugs. It’s hardly a crime. From a defense standpoint, there’s reasonable doubt.”

Luke dropped the final nail in the coffin, “He was high when we arrested him.”

I snorted, “Of course he was.” Well that sucked. I thought I had a pretty strong argument for reasonable doubt. I hadn’t seen an official field sobriety test in the report but there probably wouldn’t be unless he was driving. “So you’re here just to brighten my morning, Luke?”

“I have to say Emma, it is not a chore to stand here and spar with you this morning,” he said as his eyes traveled from my pumps to my skirt.

It definitely felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I was wearing a black skirt suit with four inch black pumps, which still only brought me up to his shoulders. Nothing that should be evoking the heat I saw in his eyes.

“Those heels make your legs look amazing,” he said softly. When his eyes traveled back to my face, his gaze captured mine and the intensity of it pulled me closer to his body. There was no question that Luke felt the same attraction for me that I felt for him.

Then his voice lost the intimate tone as a bailiff walked out of the court room slamming the door behind him and continued walking down the hall, breaking the mood. “I still don’t understand how you’re a defense attorney. A sweet girl like you? I could see you as a state’s attorney. I could get behind you holding a badge, that’s crazy hot. But why a public defender?”

 

 

 

About the Author:

Lea Coll worked for over ten years as a trial attorney in both civil and criminal law. She earned a J.D. from University of Baltimore School of Law where she was production editor on Law Review. Throughout the course of her legal career she wrote opinions for judges and various legal memoranda, briefs, and motions for a Fortune 500 Company. After years of legal writing, she enjoys the freedom that comes with writing fiction. Now that she stays home with her children she survives by plotting stories while fetching snacks and running back and forth to their activities.

Her experience in court influenced the legal drama in her book. She has an interest in the history and charm of small towns which is why she chose Chestertown on Maryland’s Eastern Shore for the setting of her first series.

Lea grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania and currently resides in Maryland with her husband and three children.

 

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Teaser: Ms. Lawyer by Lea Coll

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Title: Ms. Lawyer

Author: Lea Coll

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 20th

About Ms. Lawyer:

She’s the new public defender in town. He’s running for sheriff. Emma Ryan vows never to live in a small town again. Then her boss transfers her to Chestertown on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. On opposite sides of the law, Emma quickly clashes with police officer Luke Hudson. But when Emma is threatened, she’ll need to work with Luke to determine who’s responsible. Stubborn, cocky and ambitious, Luke will stop at nothing to get what he wants. When his association with a criminal defense attorney puts his bid for sheriff in jeopardy, he’ll need to choose between his dream job and taking a chance on love.

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Luke Hudson leaned against his patrol car, which was parked in front of my Corolla. His head was bent over a little black book as he scribbled something. I had a moment of panic when I saw him rip off the paper and tuck it under my windshield wipers. I glanced around for a parking sign to see if I had parked there for too long. I jogged the last few steps to Luke and placed my hand on his arm, feeling a little spark of electricity, I pulled my hand back in surprise. Something intense flared in his eyes as he turned his attention to me. “Sorry, am I not supposed to park here?” I asked, nervously licking my suddenly dry lips. “It’s only four-hour parking,” Luke answered tipping his head towards the parking sign in front of his vehicle. I cringed when I saw the sign, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even see that. I don’t use the car much either.” Everything in Chestertown was within walking distance. “There’s a lot behind the courthouse you can use for extended parking if you want,” Luke offered, helpfully pointing in the direction of lawyers’ row. Next to the courthouse, there was a line of one-story attached buildings housing one law firm after another. At the end of the street, I could see a lot. “Okay, thanks,” I pulled the parking ticket off of my window. I knew there was nothing I could say to get out of the ticket now that he had written it. I didn’t read it because Luke stared down at me with eyes piercing right through me. His presence was overwhelming. Luke looked at the Inn, “Are you staying here?” “Yes, just temporarily,” I answered. “Do you need some help to find a place?” “Oh no, Ashley from work referred me to Samantha. She has an apartment over the bakery,” I explained pointing in the direction of the bakery and suddenly feeling stupid. Surely he knew there was an available apartment above the bakery. It was a small town, after all. “Okay, good. Let me know if you need any help with anything since you’re new to town.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and turned to go. His brief touch caused an involuntary shiver through my body. I was used to doing things for myself and not relying on anyone, but I liked his concern. Luke was already walking towards his vehicle and pulling open the door when I called after him, “Thank you for the offer though.” I gave him a small smile. He nodded and his lips twitched with the beginning of a smile. He nodded at the paper I still clutched in my hands, “Don’t forget to take care of that.” Then he got into his car and pulled out into the street. I watched him go and then I glanced down at the paper, which I had forgotten about until he mentioned it. I open the folded paper which looked like a parking ticket on the back, but instead of my information written out on the front of the ticket, there was a hand drawn picture.

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Lea Coll worked for over ten years as a trial attorney in both civil and criminal law. She earned a J.D. from University of Baltimore School of Law where she was production editor on Law Review. Throughout the course of her legal career she wrote opinions for judges and various legal memoranda, briefs, and motions for a Fortune 500 Company. After years of legal writing, she enjoys the freedom that comes with writing fiction. Now that she stays home with her children she survives by plotting stories while fetching snacks and running back and forth to their activities. Her experience in court influenced the legal drama in her book. She has an interest in the history and charm of small towns which is why she chose Chestertown on Maryland’s Eastern Shore for the setting of her first series. Lea grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania and currently resides in Maryland with her husband and three children.

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Release Day Blitz: The Romance Virgin Novelist Chronicles by Meghan Quinn

    From USA Today Bestselling Author Meghan Quinn, comes a hilarious romantic comedy that will touch your heart and cause you to roar with laughter as you escape into Rosie Bloom’s attempt to write a romance novel. Her bosom heaved at an alarming rate as his rough hand found its way down to her soft, yet wiry briar patch… Can you say briar patch in a romance novel? What about breasts? Do bosoms really heave? Goodness, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m a virgin attempting to write a romance novel and I’m having an impossible time trying to write a passionate and swoon-worthy sex scene worthy of being published, thanks to my lack of experience. My two best friends encourage me to drop the pen, step outside my comfort zone, and gain some real life experience through multiple dating facets such as blind dates, online profiles, and random hookups. But losing my virginity is proving to be much tougher than expected… This is the story of my awkward, humiliating, and slightly terrifying life, but like all romance novels, I know it will end in a happily ever after. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. **WARNING: READ IN THE CONFINES OF YOUR OWN HOME DUE TO RANDOM OUTBURSTS OF LAUGHTER. IF YOU ARE ADDICTED TO CLIFFHANGERS, GETTING YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT OF YOUR CHEST AND FEELING LIKE A BULLDOZER JUST PLOWED THROUGH YOUR STOMACH, THEN THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU. IF YOU LIKE PEEING YOUR PANTS AND CRYING FROM LAUGHING SO HARD, THEN PLEASE CONTINUE READING.  

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Cover release: Jock Rule by Sara Ney

 

 

 

 

Kip Carmichael is no pretty boy.

He’s a rough. Dirty. Giant. Hair so unruly, and a beard so thick, his friends on the team call him Sasquatch.

The first time Sasquatch lays eyes on Theodora “Teddy” Johnson across the keg at a party one night on Jock Row, she’d been relegated to the sidelines by her jock hungry “friends.”

Week-after-week, he watches beautiful but bashful Teddy getting overshadowed, and overlooked. Sasquatch finally broad shoulders his way through the crowd, offering to to be her hairy godmother. But the minute their eyes meet? He’s a goner.

Teaching her the RULES for winning a jock will be the easy part. Not falling in love with her is going to be a losing game.

 

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Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.

She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.

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