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Title: Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire
Series: Bro Code #3
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: March 24, 2020



Blurb

Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he’s a size smaller than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit your brain.

And you’ll lie to a woman in a club about your real name.

Leave her unsatisfied after making out in a bathroom.

Then find out that she’s the one thing standing in the way of your dreams. And she very much doesn’t like being lied to.

Now I have to convince Lila Valentine—the woman I can’t stop thinking about, my biggest regret, and my new boss—that I’m what’s best for the baseball team she’s inherited.

If we can’t work together to save the Fireballs, the commissioner’s forcing a sale and moving them across the country.

I’ll do anything to save my home team.

But the one thing I can’t do?

Keep my hands to myself.

Which would be fine, if she hadn’t been telling me lies this whole time too.

Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team, and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.







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Excerpt

The squawking erupts again nearby and saves me. There are no visible chickens on the field, and it gets louder as we approach the dugout on the first base side.
Louder and more intense.
Very intense.
Like, are there chicken police? Because we might need the chicken police.
I drift directly behind Tripp while we approach the noise, shameless in using him as a human shield if this is a chicken uprising. What's that movie? The one with the apes that rebel and take over the world? That's what this sounds like, except with feathers and clucks instead of chest-pounding and grunts.
"Should we call security?" My self-defense classes didn't cover protecting yourself from rabid chickens.
"That'd be a foul," he murmurs. And then chuckles to himself, and oh my god.
"Foul—fowl? Like a bird-fowl? Did you just make a dad joke at a time like this?"
"A time like this? You mean a random Tuesday night at a deserted ball field?"
"At a time when the chickens are gathering for a ritualistic sacrifice of one of their own."
His shoulders shake, and he seems to be struggling to cough.
"Oh, god, did you inhale a feather? Is that how this starts? They shed their feathers to choke us to death?"
"Please don't talk about chickens and choking in the same sentence."
"That was not a dad joke."
"No, it was—oh. Duck."
I squat low, spinning to see what I'm ducking from.
Tripp flips his flashlight on me. I squint and cover my head. "Stop! I can't see! What's coming?"
"Lila. Ducks. Ducks. Not chickens. It's mating ducks."
He swings the flashlight to the dugout, and—oh.
Oh.
"Is it...supposed to be that violent?"
There are two ducks under the bench in the dugout, one flapping its wings and chasing the other, who's squawking so loudly she could wake the dead.
And— "Ohmygod, I did not need to see that!"
Duck penis.
Duck penis.
Oh my god. Duck penis. Duck penis should not look like that.
Tripp's bent double laughing.
"Where's security?" I demand. "Hello? Security? Security? I'll give whoever removes this duck a ten-thousand-dollar bonus. Right now."
No one comes running for ten grand, because no one can hear me.
The squawking. It's a cry for help.
"It's nature," Tripp says. He's wiping his eyes now, he's laughing so hard. "Give 'em a few. They'll finish up."
The girl duck is racing back and forth under the bench.
The boy duck is chasing her with that thing.
And I am not having it. "Shoo. Shoo!"
"Lila!" Tripp calls, but I'm already gone.
Flapping my arms. Yelling. Charging the dugout and the ducks.
Why are they even here? There's no pond here. Winter's coming. They should be flying to the Caribbean for Mai Tais and sunshine.
And instead, they're ruining the sanctity of my ballpark.
"Shoo!" I yell again.
I hit the stairs down to the long covered bench, and the boy duck suddenly seems to realize I'm coming at him.
He turns, pointing that thing at me, flaps his wings, and gets this evil glint in his eyes that means I really should've thought about what I was doing before I came in here.
"Woo her nicely," I snap.
He squawks—no, quacks at me.
Crap.
I need to go back to kindergarten to learn my animal sounds again. I'm a city girl. We don't do farm animals.
"And put that thing away!"
"Lila." Tripp's laughing so hard he's wheezing. He grabs my elbow and tugs. "Let the ducks be."
"I'd let it be if he wasn't attacking her."
"Maybe that's how ducks have sex."
"Then maybe ducks shouldn't exist."
"QQQUUUUAAAACCCCCKKKKK!" the boy duck yells.
It's like a Braveheart yell, and I realize I'm asking the wrong question.
I shouldn't be asking why is the duck assaulting the other duck in a dugout?
I should be asking what have humans previously done to this duck because he's going to kill me?
It charges, wings flapping.
I scream and take off running. Tripp mutters a well-timed, oh, fuck and runs with me. "The other dugout," he shouts, pointing to the dugout on the third base side.
Another light flashes up in the stands.
"Security!" I yell. "Arrest the duck! Arrest the duck!"
It's gaining on us. Quacking louder. And it can fly. It can fly.
It's going to swoop over us, poop on our heads, and whack us with that—that—that mutant penis and then scoop us up in its talons, and—"Aaah! It got me. It got me!"
It bit me on the butt.
"Don't fuck with nature," Tripp grunts.






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Author Bio

Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.


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Oh my god this book. This book was such a ride. I literally felt like I needed to just hold on tight and go with it. Because even though I saw all of the twists and turns coming they were so well executed that I still felt my stomach flutter on each one.

Lila was unique as hell. I mean seriously there isn't anyone like her. And her background story was sad but it made her so understanding and patient she was awesome. And I loved her friends and family. They took quirky to a whole new level.

And Tripp was definitely something too. Because man was that guy nuts. His germaphobe ways, while understandable, were so over the top I would go insane in his presence. But he loved his kids and family and he was such a great dad I completely sympathize with where his fears came from. His kids were awesome and the fact that they perfectly portrayed their ages was a cherry on the cake.

As always it was great to catch up with the bros and their families. I can't wait to see who's up next and I'm going now to pre order the spinoff so I can get more Tripp, Lila and the kids.







Title: America's Geekheart
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: April 5, 2019




Blurb

Remember that time you accidentally sexted your in-laws?

Yeah. I just did that. Except worse. Now my million social media followers are reading and sharing the rude, smartass message I meant to send privately to my little sister...and I’m officially public enemy number one.

I’m Beck Ryder. Former boy bander. Underwear model. Fashion mogul. And I just buried my entire leg in my mouth—not just my foot—modern internet style, and publicly insulted my sister’s neighbor.

Sarah Dempsey.

Also known as the woman of my dreams, who loves geeky TV shows, baseball, and giraffes, who’s just as turned on by food as I am, and who has a huge secret that I didn’t see coming.

Now it's time to grovel and apologize publicly on social media and hope that those same followers who helped start the raging shitstorm will help calm the waters.

Because Sarah doesn’t want the spotlight. For very good reasons that I can’t tell you right now and trying to convince her to be my fake girlfriend to fix this mess and make me look like less of a jackass is worse than taking a kick to the nuts by Jackie Chan.

And I thought modeling underwear made me feel naked.

Trying to start a relationship in the era of the twitterazzi isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.

America’s Geekheart is a rockin’ fun romantic comedy featuring a billionaire fashion mogul who got his start modeling underwear, the geeky girl next door with a secret the size of California, and more superstitions and secrets than you can shake a baseball bat at. It stands alone with no cheating or cliffhangers.


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Pippa Grant is a stay-at-home mom and housewife who loves to escape into sexy, funny stories way more than she likes perpetually cleaning toothpaste out of sinks and off toilet handles. When she’s not reading, writing, sleeping, or trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, she’s fantasizing about chocolate chip cookies.

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I read Flirting with the Frenemy rather randomly on Kindle Unlimited after I kept seeing it everywhere and then I got caught out dying to know what Beck posted on Twitter. So I immediately stalked to find the sign up for the blog tour. And like the last one it wasn't at all what I was expecting.

I loved Beck. Aside from the fact he is a sexy as hell underwear model he was also amazingly sweet and sincere. And I want one. He was so much more than I expected him to be. And his love for his friends and family was so awesome. But the way he felt about Sarah and the way he went above and beyond to prove and show how he felt made him so beautiful.

And Sarah was such a sweetheart. She was so passionate about the things she cared about. And watching her come out of her shell and use her sudden fame to shine a light on the things she thought it should be on was great.

I spent the whole book either swooning at Becks sweetness or laughing at the random humour and I am thoroughly loving the series. I can't wait to see where it's going next but Pippa Grant has now made my must click author list.




This month I made the mistake of over committing on book reviews, what I didn't take in to account was the awesome books being released and the group challenges I had committed to. But I got a small gap and couldn't help but read the last letter by Rebecca Yarros and when I put that down in a big puddle of tears I knew I needed something fun and uplifting. So I jumped on GoodReads and this popped up in my feed.

And when I went to the kindle store it popped up again in KU so I took that as the sign from the universe and played hooky from my commitments because that blurb sounded like everything I could want. And honestly it was great. The perfect pick me up. But it wasn't completely what I expected, although luckily for me it was better.

Both characters were great and I really loved that there was so much history between them that gave their relationship so much depth and background. There was a lot of emotion and genuinely great story writing for a book with laugh out loud moments.

The background characters added so much to the whole thing as well and I am now dying for the release of the next one. And my curiosity has me dying to know what Beck wrote in that damn tweet. I am absolutely kicking myself that I didn't already sign up for it.


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