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Never say never when it comes to love.
Greer Jones has made a real name for herself at the elegant matchmaking agency Two Love Lane. For a lot of reasons—including a past engagement she broke off—practical tech expert Greer is more interested in the business of love than the experience of it, but she can’t help but covet a gorgeous wedding gown that’s the prize in an upcoming cocktail-party contest. In a moment of brazen inspiration, Greer asks a handsome Brit she’s only just met to accompany her to the party. He agrees—and Greer believes her date is a starving artist. Little does she know the truth. . .
Ford Smith, as he calls himself, is actually Stanford Elliott Wentworth Smythe, the Eighth Baron of Wickshire. Fresh off a breakup with a money-grubbing siren who deceived him all the way to the altar, Ford has no desire to fall in love—especially with Greer who, like the desired wedding gown, is beautiful but only skin-deep. But soon Ford realizes that there’s more to Greer than meets the eye. Her professionalism is matched only by her passion for life and love. . .and, best of all, she has no idea that he’s to the manor born. Could it be that true love is priceless after all?
Most little girls (okay, older women, too) dream of their Perfect Wedding. As we are now in the digital age, there are Pinterest boards devoted to each woman’s ideal of what their Perfect Wedding should look like; many (most?) of them planning even before they have a groom. Such is the case with Greer Jones; she is up to 19 Perfect Wedding books. She is so moved by a wedding dress named Royal Bliss at auction that she decides she must have it. Such begins Kieran Kramer’s latest Two Love Lane book, A Wedding at Two Love Lane.
Royal Bliss lives up to the promise to bring the wearer (or bidder) their own lifetime HEA as Greer literally falls into the lap of Ford Smith, aka Stanford Elliott Wentworth Smythe, the English Baron of Wickshire. Both Greer and Ford are wary and slow to trust. As they compete together to win the gown, Greer realizes that the Perfect Wedding doesn’t matter; it is the who, not the what, that is important.
I really love Kramer’s writing style, it is sweetly southern. There is a solid cast of supporting characters who add richness and depth to the storyline. This novel feels very much to me like an old Hepburn and Tracy screwball comedy. The action and the dialogue are fast and witty. Once you start reading you won’t want to stop.
It may be a dot in the Pacific Northwest, but tiny Blue Moon Harbor always has room for love . . .
Miranda Gabriel has finally hit rock-bottom. As a high-school drop-out, she fled Blue Moon Harbor and her shattered family life, and chased after love in all the wrong places. But now, as a single mom, her priority is her two-year-old daughter. Her only choice is to swallow her pride and return to the island she’s always hated. At least between working and studying, she’ll be too busy for romance—especially when the prospect is a nice guy, exactly the kind she knows she doesn’t deserve . . .
The island veterinarian, Luke Chandler is a widower raising four-year-old twin boys. In high school, he found bad girl Miranda fascinating—and though life has changed them both, he’s still intrigued. Luke has known true love, and something about Miranda makes him long to experience it again. Yet he’s wary of opening himself, and his boys, to hurt. But his heart may not give him a choice. And together, maybe he and Miranda can give each other the courage to believe in themselves, and to embrace a promising new future…
Sometimes going home brings you the thing you were looking for the entire time. Such is the case with Miranda Gabriel in Come Home With Me, the latest in Susan Fox’s Destiny Island series. While Miranda resisted coming home feeling it made her a failure, she discovered that strength is the ability to rely on other people when you need them.
Luke Chandler, on the other hand, always had people in his corner supporting him. On the surface he and Miranda couldn’t be more opposite. Until you actually got to know both of them and realized they were fighting the same demons, only in different ways. Fox excels at pushing them both outside their comfort zone to be the people they could be and the couple they were meant to.
Readers of the series will enjoy the updates and resolution, to the Enchantment storyline. While it is a minor part, it helps wrap things up. I actually expected it to become a bigger part between Luke and Miranda. I was glad Fox opted to go in a different direction as she brought out hero and heroine together.
I always look forward to the next book in this series as soon as I finish reading and this was no exception. Fox easily draws me into this island world and I can’t wait to visit.
Navy SEAL Noah Coleman knows how to do two things well: underwater demolition and hand-to-hand combat. So renewing his enlistment is a no-brainer until he receives a message about his cousin’s aggressive terminal cancer. A quick trip home confirms the worst, which means his niece Bella will become his responsibility.
Elementary school guidance counselor Teagan Shaw has known Bella since her son announced the two were best friends. The shy little girl is also on Teagan’s radar because of Bella’s early signs of gifted aptitude. But Teagan is more concerned about the military man thrust into the role of single parent.
While Noah adjusts to civilian life and Eagle’s Ridge, he and Teagan begin forging a friendship. But Teagan has a secret, a shadowy figure from her past who is intent on returning to torment her.
Fall in love with seven sexy and irresistible soldiers who find their courage and heart tested like never before in the battle for love! This multi-author collaborative series of contemporary romance novels is brought to you by bestselling authors Barbara Freethy, Roxanne St. Claire, Christie Ridgway, Lynn Raye Harris, Julia London, Cristin Harber and Samantha Chase. You won’t want to miss a single one!
It took me a couple of chapters to figure out who was who in Noah, as far as the secondary characters. Likely because Noah is book #6 in the collaboration, but once I settled into the story it all flowed smoothly in that can’t-put-it-down way.
I loved that Noah and Teagan develop a friendship before they dove into a relationship. For Cristin’s Titan fans, it’s a slight departure from her usual style. There’s no imminent danger to throw the couple together. Unless you count the color pink, tutus, and glitter as imminent danger to a former Navy SEAL, then yes, there’s lots of that. But Noah and Teagan’s relationship builds like a slow burn before it finally rages to life.
When the threat did make an appearance it was a tad unbelievable, but whatever. It’s a romance book, I read it for the fairytale.
I loved Bella and Will. If only my own kids got along that well. *Sighs wistfully* Like I said, I read it for the fairytale.
Although I’ve only read this one book in the collaboration, I’m very intrigued by the rest of them and they’ve been added to my TBR stack. Loved this concept. Loved the book.
Noah drew in a slow breath, searching for the right words. But they didn’t come. Who knew what those were supposed to be when they’d gone through the heartache that had pitched them together.
“Teagan.” He pressed them forward until her back met the cedar wood wall. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Her chin tilted up, her lips parting with tiny breaths he wanted to capture with a kiss.
“And that’s foreign to me.” He towered over her, but he gave her enough space that she could roll away, plenty of room so he could take in more than just her face. But she smelled like flowers. Not sweet but strong and wild. Noah ducked his cheek to hers, brushing his lips close to her ear.
Her palms smoothed the front of his Henley. Not pushing away, not grabbing for more.
Together they were back at the same line as in the kitchen earlier. The one they’d both eased away from. But this time they toed the line, savoring and wondering, testing whether the Do Not Cross was a figment of their imagination, a simple cautionary tale that they’d concocted for no good reason, or if hormones and arousal were calling the shots.
Teagan slid her cheek against his mouth, and he stifled a groan.
“Neither do I,” she whispered. “No clue.”
He chuckled quietly, leaning his weight against her. “It’d be easier if one of us knew.”
Pressed between them, her fingernails scratched down his stomach, and he nuzzled his nose against her neck, breathing against her skin and memorizing how she smelled. Teagan’s soft murmurs made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and he let his lips drift to her cheek.
“I’m going to kiss you on one condition,” he whispered.
“What’s that?” Teagan’s breathlessness made his heart pound harder.
He let the rush roll through him then teased her lips with his, not making contact, keeping them a breath apart. “That neither of us will be sorry.”
“Promise.” Teagan’s fingers tightened against his chest. “I won’t be.”
Cristin Harber is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She writes sexy, steamy romantic suspense and military romance. Readers voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was both a #1 romantic suspense and #1 military romance bestseller.
If you’ve read my 1,001 Dark Nights reviews, you know that I usually rave about them. Well…I can’t really do that this time. I enjoyed Prince Roman, don’t get me wrong, but for a novella it took me a long time to read. The thing is, I can’t really put my finger on why. It’s not a bad story, the characters are well written and they have the conflict and spark I usually look for, and the steamy scenes were nice and steamy, but for some reason I didn’t connect with this book. I wanted to, because I love the 1,001 Dark Nights novellas. I don’t have anything negative to say about Prince Roman other than I can’t rave about it like I normally would…
As a lover, I hadn’t had a future with Taylor, but I’d been attracted to him. Suits, cleanliness, and attention to detail got me off. Ego-holeness didn’t.
The only reason I’d ever had a date in Silicon Valley was the pure odds that something had to make sense with someone. After all, I was a highly desired specimen, so rare in the wild that I attracted attention wherever I went. Numbers had been crunched. Articles had been written. The odds of my existence were infinitesimal. In this particular corner of California, I was a unicorn.
Meaning, I was a single female of child-bearing age.
I had my pick.
The guy with the mutton chops he thought were neat-o, or the dude in the Van Halen T-shirt that had the porousness and smell of Swiss cheese. The guy who couldn’t stop talking about World of Warcraft or the one who mentioned he went to grad school “in Cambridge” four times in four minutes. The experts on beer, custom-tuned guitars, gastropubbing, and social awkwardness. I’d dated boys in men’s bodies, humorless geniuses, closet Nazis, and unapologetic sexists who could rattle off the most convenient stats, studies, biological “facts,” and “cultural norms” that proved a woman’s place was in human resources doing anything but hiring other women.
Taylor had been a pretty good deal, everything considered. He at least showed me enough coding and IT to make me valuable in system implementation.
“But never again,” I said to Masy on the walk from the parking lot on the first day. The weather was standard-issue California perfect but seemed just a touch more perfect on the way into my new job. It was going to stay that way. “No more intra-office fucking.”
“Trust me,” she said, popping her lips off the green straw sticking out of her frothy coffee, “you’re safe from dating anyone at Neuronet. It’s like a cross-section of the worst of them.” My best friend, roommate, and fellow single-female unicorn worked in the marketing department. She’d mentioned the VP opening in HR systems when it opened up. Neuronet was as excited to meet me as I was eager to work with them.
About CD Reiss:
C.D. Reiss is a USA Today bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.
Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to chop a cord of wood.
If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.
About Ride Wild (Raven Riders #3)
Brotherhood. Club. Family.
They live and ride by their own rules.
These are the Raven Riders… Continue reading