Tuesday, March 20, 2018

NEW RELEASE! WITH THIS MAN (This Man #4) by Jodi Ellen Malpas is LIVE!

TITLE: With This Man
SERIES: This Man #4
AUTHOR: Jodi Ellen Malpas
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 20, 2018
PAGES: Approx. 496
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Jesse Ward is back in the newest novel in the Sunday Times and New York Times bestselling This Man series!

Life is good for Jesse 'The Lord' Ward. Perfect, actually. He still has the charm, he's in great shape, and he still reduces his wife, Ava, to a pool of desire with a mere look. He's in full control, just how he likes it.

But Jesse's perfect world falls apart when a terrible accident lands Ava in hospital with a life-threatening head injury. Devastated and angry, he feels like his entire existence hangs in the balance. 

He cannot survive without this woman's love. So when she finally comes around, his shaking world begins to level out. But his nightmare doesn't end there. It's only just begun. Because his wife can't remember the last sixteen years of her life. That's all of him. All of their time together. He is a stranger to her.

Now Jesse must do whatever it takes to find her memories . . . and help her fall madly, passionately in love with him all over again.

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Jodi Ellen Malpas wrote her debut series, The This Man Trilogy, in secret, worried about what people might think if they knew what her imagination was capable of. She was shocked herself. But she finally found the courage to unleash her creative streak and self-published THIS MAN – the first book of the This Man Trilogy – in October 2012. She took a chance on the story with a hero who soon became one of modern day fictions most prolific alpha male characters. Jesse Ward – also affectionately known as The Lord of The Manor, sparked incredible reactions from women across the globe and catapulted Jodi into the world of women’s fiction.

Jodi went on to self-publish the second book in the trilogy, Beneath This Man in Jan 2013, just before Grand Central Publishing, part of the Hachette Book Group, picked up the popular trilogy and the unknown Jodi. The third book of the trilogy, This Man Confessed, took Jodi to the top of the bestsellers lists, earning her the proud title of #1 New York Times Bestselling Author. This Man has since been voted one of the top romance novels of all time.

With so much love, enthusiasm and a thirst for her words from her readers, Jodi suddenly wasn’t afraid of her imagination anymore. She went on to write The One Night Trilogy with the delectable and mysterious Miller Hart, and stole the hearts of her readers once again. Her first stand-alone novel, THE PROTECTOR,  released in September 2016 and has since been nominated for a Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. Jodi’s next stand-alone novel. THE FORBIDDEN, is set for release in August 2017.

All seven of her published novels have hit the New York Times best sellers list – as well as the Sunday Times list and various international best seller lists. Her work is now published in over 24 languages across the world.

Jodi was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, England, where she lives with her two boys and a beagle. She is a self-professed daydreamer, a mojito addict, is famous for her obsession with Converse, and has a terrible weak spot for Alpha Males. Writing powerful love stories and creating addictive characters has become her passion – a passion she now shares with her devoted readers.

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Saturday, March 17, 2018



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Friday, March 16, 2018

COVER REVEAL! THE END ZONE by L.J. Shen is coming soon!

The End Zone, a sexy sports romance from LJ Shen is coming April 1st!

AGE GROUP: New Adult
GENRE: Romance
RELEASE DATE: April 1, 2018
COVER DESIGNED BY: Letitia Hasser at RBA Designs
MODEL: Jorge Del Rio

Jolie Louis is a smart girl.

She knows that her best friend, Sage Poirier, is a bad idea.

He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him on campus like a stench you can’t get rid of.

Sadly, it is also the very reason she can’t seem to stay away from him.

No, wait. That’s not fair. They’re also roommates, at least until May, when they graduate from college.

Jolie is already straddling the line between friendship and more when Sage comes to her with an offer she cannot refuse: be his fake girlfriend and live for free for the rest of the semester.

She tells herself that she can handle it.

He’s just the boy she saved ten years ago, right?

Wrong. So very wrong.

He is a man now, and she is his captive

Heart, body, and soul…


L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.

Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets peoples’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.

She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.

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NEW RELEASE with BOOK EXCERPT - GLAM SQUAD & GROOMSMEN (Enchanted Bridal #4) by Samantha Chase is now available!

TITLE: Glam Squad & Groomsmen
SERIES: Enchanted Bridal #4
AUTHOR: Samantha Chase
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 16, 2018
PUBLISHER: Chasing Romance, Inc.
PAGES: Approx. 185
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Dressing up as a bride once a week is all fun and games until you come face to face with your ex.

Penny Blake loves her job with Enchanted Bridal.  She gets to model wedding gowns and help brides plan for their big day.  And yet…she’s wanting a little more.  Besides wishing for her own happily ever after, she has big dreams of making her own contribution to the business in the form of her own glam squad.  Her bosses all think it’s a great idea, but right now she’s needed in other ways – like helping out with the groomsmen.

Was there any greater form of torture than having to help your sister plan her wedding?

That’s what Spencer Buchanan is facing and although he goes into it with a bit of an attitude, running into the girl who got away – three times! – suddenly made this whole wedding planning thing a lot more bearable.  Moving back home was never part of his plan, but once Spencer sees Penny again, all bets are off.  And having her help him with his fittings on his tux turn into his favorite pastime ever!

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It was one thing to fantasize about touching Spencer.

It was quite another to actually be doing it.

I love my job.

“How does the jacket feel?” she forced herself to ask as she continued to smooth imaginary wrinkles.  “Is it too tight?  Too loose?  Can you move comfortably?”

Spencer’s expression was serious as he took in his reflection.  Stepping back, she let him move his arms and shoulders to get the feel of the suit jacket.  It looked good on him.  Really good on him.  But then again, Penny had a feeling that anything would look good on him.  He was tall and lean, she noticed, with just the right amount of muscle – he’d filled out in all the best ways in the last ten years.  And as much as she hated to admit it, he was just…

Perfect, she inwardly sighed.

“It feels all right,” he said, his voice deep and just a little gruff.  “Can we try the next size up?  I think it’s just a little snug in the shoulders.”

“No problem,” she replied softly as she went to pull another jacket from the rack.  After taking all of his measurements – neck, sleeve, waist, outseam, and shoulders – she had been fairly confident that she picked the right size for him.  But if he wasn’t one-hundred percent comfortable, who was she to argue? 

Stepping over to him, she helped him remove the jacket he had on before handing him the new one.  He was mesmerizing to watch.  Some guys could come in and try on jackets and it would register zero on her radar, but watching Spencer Buchanan try on a jacket was borderline porn for her right now.

Quickly, she turned away, hung up the jacket and placed it to the side in case he wanted it back for comparison.  She seriously needed to compose herself before going any further.  If she could, she would have stepped outside to fan herself or grab something cold to drink because it suddenly felt very warm in the shop.

Pull yourself together!

Stepping back up on the platform with him, she began her tasks of smoothing and gently tugging and adjusting and helping him get the true feel of the garment.  She wanted to smack herself because she knew she was being a little excessive in the touching department but…she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“How about this one?” she asked, smiling at him in the mirror and hoping he didn’t hear the slight tremor in her voice.  “Is this one more comfortable?”

 “This one definitely feels more comfortable,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.  “I’m not crazy about these trousers, though.”

Her heart kicked a little and she felt a slight flutter in her belly at those words.  It was one thing to be able to touch his back, his arms, his shoulders…but to be kneeling down and running her hands over his legs and waist?  Well…it had been a little awkward when she was measuring him a few minutes ago and she wasn’t sure she’d survive it a second time.

Clearing her throat, she forced herself to focus.  “All of your measurements will go to our warehouse and everything will be custom-tailored for you.  The inventory we have here is just the basics, so they won’t necessarily fit you like this.”

He nodded but didn’t really look at her; he was still studying his reflection.  “I think the measurements on the outseam weren’t quite right.  I’d like to try a pair of different shoes and then measure again if that’s all right with you.”

Um…yes please, she thought and immediately wanted to smack herself.  Honestly, she had no idea if any of this was the norm for getting a tuxedo fitting – she’d never had to do quite so much before, but right now she couldn’t find the will to stop any of it.

“No problem,” Penny replied.  “Would you like to go pick out another pair?”
For a few minutes, Spencer walked around and tried on shoes while Penny made notes in his file.  When he stepped back onto the platform, she was ready with her measuring tape.  Standing to his left, she carefully kneeled – not an easy feat in her navy pencil skirt and heels.  Doing her best to stay balanced, she carefully measured the outseam with minimal amounts of running her hand along his muscled calf.  Standing slowly, she went and did the same on the right.  

This time when she went to stand, Spencer stopped her.

“Isn’t it customary to measure the inseam as well?”

Oh.  Right.  The inseam.

“Um…yes.  Yes.  You’re right.  Sorry about that,” she nervously stammered.  “I’m not fully familiar with all the procedures.”  With a steadying breath, she moved until she was in front of him.  “Can you…um…just widen your stance a little?”

His gaze was a little intense as he looked down at her.  Doing as she requested, he asked, “Like this?”

Was it wrong that she could barely remember how to speak because she was eye level with…well…what was a rather impressive part of him?

“That’s fine,” she murmured and did her best to hold the tape measure at the top of his inseam as she ran her other hand down his leg.  By the time she got that measurement and did his other leg, she was practically sweating. 

Mentally, she was about to congratulate herself on doing the job without embarrassing herself, but as she went to straighten, she lost her balance and cried out as she felt herself about to fall.  “Oh!”

Spencer quickly swooped down and banded an arm around her waist to catch her and pulled her to her feet.  Chest to chest, her heart racing, Penny looked up at him and knew she was blushing.

“You okay?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

She couldn’t speak.  Up close, he was even more handsome than she wanted to admit.  His jaw was rough with a day’s worth of stubble. His lips looked incredibly soft, and when she looked into his eyes, she noticed just a hint of gold in those clear blue depths.  Swallowing hard, she nodded.
But he didn’t release her right away.  And Penny certainly didn’t feel any rush to move.

It was kind of the perfect moment, she thought.  She had no idea what was going on outside, but inside, it was just the two of them and she felt like her heart was beating just a little too hard.  Hopefully Spencer would think she was just nervous from almost falling and not from having her hands all over his inseam!

One minute passed, then two – at least that’s what it felt like – when she finally took a step back.  His grip didn’t release easily and it was a thrill to think that he was as reluctant to let her go as she was to move away.   “Um…thanks,” she said softly, before walking over to the desk to mark down his measurements.  “So…I think that’s everything.  I have all of your measurements noted and on file. Martin will have them here for you whenever Brett comes in with the rest of the groomsmen.”

Her voice was slightly high-pitched and shaky but…dammit, he made her nervous.  Normally, Penny was extremely confident – especially at her job.  And yet the last thirty minutes with Spencer had reduced her to a quivering mass of hormones!


There.  She said it.  She was nervous being around him and beyond turned on.

... Other books in the ENCHANTED BRIDAL series ...

The Wedding Season (bk 1)

Friday Night Brides (bk 2)

The Bridal Squad (bk 3)


Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! 

When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.

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Thursday, March 15, 2018


Welcome to the
Giveaway Hop!
Hosted by BookHounds

I love this holiday! Along with the fun and celebration it brings, it also holds a special meaning, which you can read here if you choose.

Saint Patrick's Day wouldn't be complete without a yummy dish of Shepherd's Pie and a delicious loaf of Irish Soda Bread! Here's a recipe very similar to the one I use - Marilyn O'Reilly's Irish Soda Bread recipe. And here is a YouTube video of an easy Shepherd's Pie recipe from Food Wishes I've used several times and loved!

Along with a great meal, we sometimes hit the local pub for a Guinness. It's always crowded, always full of laughter and always filled with friends.

I hope you have a chance to celebrate in your own special way.

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For my part in the giveaway, I'm offering up to one lucky winner, all the things in the image below, which includes a SIGNED COPY of RYAN'S BED by Tijan!

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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

NEW RELEASE with REVIEW and BOOK EXCERPT - TWO WEDDING CRASHERS (Dating By Numbers #2) by Meghan Quinn is now available!

"Outrageously funny, smokin’ hot and truly romantic, Two Wedding Crashers is one sexy, heartwarming and emotional read!" - Craves the Angst

TITLE: Two Wedding Crashers
SERIES: Dating by Numbers #2
NOTE: Can be read as a STANDALONE
AUTHOR: Meghan Quinn
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 11, 2018
PUBLISHER: Meghan Quinn
PAGES: Approx. 372
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RATING: 5 Stars!

I don’t know what love is anymore.

Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.

You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?

Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.

Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem--but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?

That's how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.

It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I'm a pro. I can handle this.

Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I'm doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don't think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.

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5 “Saucy” Stars!

The Review: 
Seriously! How could you not love this book. Outrageously funny, smokin’ hot and truly romantic, Two Wedding Crashers is one sexy, heartwarming and emotional read! This book has all the feels.

Told in dual POV’s.
Amazing characters.
Phenomenal story.
Outstanding side characters.
Smart, witty and written with tons of heart!

Beck Wilder is in a dating slump. Having recovered from a traumatic past, he’s still on shaky ground and when his friends suggest he go with them to a wedding and crash it for a night or two of fun with no commitments and no strings, he figures, what’s the harm. The last thing he ever expected was to find something solid when all he was looking for was a good time.

Rylee Ryan has had a painful year. Being a writer and having inspiration is important, but when you don’t know if you believe in love anymore, how can you write sexy, romantic scenes with a happily ever after when you’re sure you won't ever get your own. When her two best friends talk her into going to the sunny beaches of Florida to crash a wedding and hopefully hook up with one of the attendees for a night or two of fun to break her writer's block, she’s reluctant at first but then caves, thinking, what could it hurt.

When Beck see’s Rylee in one of the BEST character introductions I’ve ever read, I knew this was going to be a hilarious, fun filled ride but what I didn’t expect was all the fantastically written emotions and angsts. Wow! This book had it all. Beck was sexy sweet. The man was total book boyfriend material and so HOT! The minute he sees Rylee, he’s hooked but when he gets to actually speak to her, to actually have fun with her, he knows there’s more to her than just a one night stand. So he takes his time with her and is patient and understanding about her hesitancy. Rylee is a riot and she clicks instantly with Beck. She’s smart, kind and open but also reserved because she’s a little bit afraid of the feelings she quickly starts to develop for Beck.

Feelings aside, these two were a perfect match and the author writes some of the most laughable scenes I’ve ever read. Crashing weddings, coming up with faux stories about their pasts and connections to the bride and grooms, fooling towns people with comical, laugh out loud tall tales, outlandish antics and playful banter ... these two just meshed so well. And the sexual tension? WOWZA! Instant, seductive, sensual and romantic. How Rylee held out so long, I’ll never know!

And then there’s the “real” ... Both were hiding painful pasts, way down deep and both were reluctant to tell their truths. When all was revealed, I won't lie, I was buried in the feels. It shed an entirely new light and added a lot more depth to these incredible, strong characters.

I have to give special shout out here to Beck. That man ... *swoon*. Like I said, perfect book boyfriend in one sexy package! Once he came to terms with his feelings and once he understood more about Rylee’s past, he was on a mission to get his girl. I LOVED how he put action to words and began an all out assault to get what he wanted. It was romantic and fun and just what every girl wants when she’s in a slump and needs to know that she’s enough to get the guy of her dreams.

The Wrap Up: 
This was my first read by this author and I’m kicking myself for waiting so long to read her work. If her other books are as epic as this one, then I’m all over them! Entertaining, smart, quirky ... addicting! I couldn’t put this one down and it is definitely a MUST READ!


Chills scream their way down my arms and legs, my nipples pucker, and just like that, with one word, all humor vanishes from our little conversation and awareness of this all-consuming man wrapped around me hits me hard. 

Gathering myself, I say, “Tell me something Chris and Justine know about you.”

“Hmm.” His thumbs hook under the waistband of my shorts, playing with the lower part of my hipbones. His touch spurs on my pelvis, needing to rock, begging for him to go lower. My toes curl in my sandals and my back slightly arches, reaching for more. “Something they know about me.”

His mouth doesn’t stray from its position against my ear, and his hips start to slowly move underneath me, his legs tangling with mine. Involuntarily, one of my hands hooks the back of his neck as I hold on tightly to him, feeling like I need support from the onslaught of sensation I’m feeling. 
I hear him say something, but it doesn’t register in my brain, which has turned to mush as his thumbs stray from my hipbones to right above my pubic bone. 

There is no denying how turned on I am, how wet I am from his mere touch, how much—despite my reservations—I want this man. 

With each stroke, my head turns farther and farther to the side until our noses are touching, Beck’s head bends forward to meet me halfway. My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before I open them and am captured by those flecks of green and gold. 

The air stills around us, our breath mixing, swirling between us, our lips so close. 

One swipe of this thumb. 
Another one. 
I can’t breathe. 
I can’t focus. 

Another swipe, my head leans even closer, my tongue wetting my lips. 
One more swipe . . .

My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with awareness. 

Beck brings his mouth even closer, only a whisper away now, and he waits. 
Holding still. 

His breathing feeling erratic beneath me. 

And I’m gone. 

I bring my mouth to his, slowly parting my lips ever so slightly, just enough to maneuver my mouth across his. 

A low, provocative moan escapes Beck as one of his hands snags the back of my head and holds me in place, almost as if he lets go, I’ll disappear. 
Needing more, I shift on his lap so I’m straddling him once again, my hands on his bare chest, feeling the powerful sinew that holds him together. 

Our lips press and mold, mingling, taking, begging . . . 


Beck’s tongue runs against my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me, lighting a fire so hot, so wild, my hands start to travel up his neck to his cheeks where I grip him, positioning his head so when I open my mouth, I can expertly dive my tongue onto his. 

He groans, his lap shifting against mine now, his hard-on pressing against my wet and throbbing center. I match his rocking, using my position on his lap to take advantage of his length I can feel through his board shorts. 

This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, but God, am I happy it has. Maybe I really should live in the moment, maybe I should take advantage of the opportunity, maybe I should…


Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018


TITLE: The Hook-Up Experiment
SERIES: The Experiment #1
AUTHOR: Emma Hart
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 13, 2018
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1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.
2.Remember to hate him.
3.Prove my brother wrong.
It should be easy.
It isn’t.

As the owner of Pick-A-Dick, New Orleans’ premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I’m the one who gets to sift through the dick pics—except this time, they're required.

My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-Dick’s sister dating site, doesn’t believe it’s possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. 
I disagree. I know it’s possible.

And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me.

It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his daughter.

Not to mention packing in the pants department...

Three hook-ups.
One outcome.

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“Is she okay with that juice?” Peyton watched her go.

I selected the Blu-ray from the cupboard and shot a smirk her way. “Sorry to break it to you, but you’re getting a juice box.”

“I can live with that.”

I turned away and hit the eject button on the player. “You didn’t have to say yes to her, you know.”

“Of course, I had to. Have you seen those eyes? How do you say no to her, ever?”

“I think of all the times she screams and swings her arms like a tiny terrorist, and it’s pretty easy.” I put the disk in and turned around.

Peyton had one eyebrow raised. “See, now, I’d think that’s reason to say no.”

“It depends on the day. Sometimes it results in her being put to bed to calm down, which means she ends up taking a rare afternoon nap, and I get some peace and quiet.”

“That’s a thing around her? She was talking to me for thirty minutes flat about what I did and didn’t like.”

“Only thirty minutes? Lucky you. She has about three hours of material of that.” I took a seat on the sofa, making sure to leave space between us for Bri. “Did she get started on hedgehogs yet?”

Peyton looked a little confused. “Hedgehogs?”

“YouTube is the devil.”

“That…was quite the jump in subject.”

I laughed as the main menu music hit on the TV. “I’m going to preface this by saying kids are weird.”

“Some get that from their parents.”

I blinked at her for a second. She wasn’t wrong if half these people who had a mini-career opening fucking toys on YouTube were parents.

“There are a bunch of stupid videos on YouTube, and apparently, watching people open toys is thrilling.”

Now, she looked really confused.

“And on one of those she watched, the person had a pet hedgehog who wasn’t having the nonsense of her opening a Hatchimal on camera, so it stole the egg.”

She blinked several times in quick succession. “I have no idea what you just said, and if I’m honest… Please don’t explain it.”

I laughed and hit play on the TV. 

“Here’s your dooce-box,” Briony said, handing Peyton two. “And das mine. I can’t do the straws.”

“Oh. Right. Okay.” Peyton looked at the two juices that had been thrust at her. 

Smiling, I took one from her. I pulled the straw off the back, out of the tiny plastic slip, and poked it through the foiled hole in the top. “There you go,” I said to Briony. “What do you want for dinner?”

She put the straw in her mouth and pursed her lips as she sucked the juice up. Peyton watched her, lips twitching, as she put her straw in place. 

“Pizza!” Briony announced. 

Oh no. I’d eaten too much pizza lately. 

Was there such a thing as too much pizza? 

Maybe if the toppings were changed up… 

“Peydon, do you want pizza?” Bri asked, leaning right into her. 

“I like pizza,” she replied, smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s your favorite?”

“I like spots and cheese.”


I coughed on my water. “Pepperoni,” I explained. “They look like spots on the pizza.”

Peyton’s eyes met mine for a minute. Silent laughter shone back at me. That really was toddler logic at its finest.

“You know,” she said, looking down at Peyton. “Spots are my favorite, too!” 

Once again, Briony gasped. “Reawy?”

“Really, really. I love spots.”

Oh, Jesus. 

It might have been a mistake introducing these two. Not only was my daughter becoming increasingly obsessed with someone who seemed to be a brunette, adult version of her…

No, that was the problem. Peyton was the brunette, adult version of Briony, attitude and all—and if there was anything my daughter didn’t need, it was someone who could teach her a thing or ten about sarcasm.

“I’ll order pizza,” I said, going to stand.

“Oh, you got it last time. I’ll go call them.” Peyton put her juice on the side table and tried to move, but Briony stopped her.

“No. Mimi told me that only gentlemen buy dinner. Princesses sit and look priddy.”

Peyton looked down at her. “Sit and look pretty? I like to buy my own pizza sometimes, and that’s okay.”

Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”


By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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