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Falling for the Fake Fiance
by Jennifer Blackwood
Publication Date: June 12, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Contemporary, Romance
SYNOPSIS:
Jill
Michaels prides herself on one thing: being independent. That is until
her daughter gets into an elite school, and she needs money more than
ever. It seems her fairy godmother—aka her deceased Grammy—has granted
that wish in the form of one-fourth of her estate. The only catch? She
must be married by her thirtieth birthday. In two months.
Aaron
Collins is fresh out of the army and back in town to help his father’s
failing business. When he runs into Jill at a hotel where she’s
attending a single’s mixer, he makes sure she doesn’t make it past his
room and into another guy’s arms. When he hears about her predicament,
he has a plan: they’ll get married and keep it a secret. And maybe have a
little sexy fun until he leave towns for his new job.
But letting go of the woman of his dreams may be harder than Aaron could have ever imagined.
BUY:
EXCERPT:
What a weird feeling—she sat across from someone she’d
seen every day in high school, and yet the man in front of her was a complete
stranger. One with blue eyes so dark they looked like whorls of ink. Ones that
were subtly undressing her, if she was reading the situation right. She took
another sip from her glass. Was it getting hot in here? Because, man, was she
thirsty. Better to focus on things she could control. Like the tasty wine. Yes,
this wine was fantastic. Maybe if she focused enough on her drink, her body
would stop tingling from the heated glances Aaron kept throwing her way.
With shaky hands, she placed the glass back on the
table. It’d been a while since she’d been in the company of any guy she was
actually interested in, but she forced down the nerves. “What do you have lined
up now that you’re out of the military?”
“I’ve been rooming with a buddy up in D.C. He did me a
solid and found me a job at a private security firm he works for. I’ll start it
as soon as I’m finished helping my dad. What have you been up to?”
Oh, you know, getting wild and crazy with Netflix
binges of Paw Patrol and worrying
that she’d get some type of lung disease due to accidentally inhaling too much
mac and cheese dust. Her life was glamorous.
It might have qualified as pathetic that she enjoyed dentist appointments
and even routine check-ups just for the sole fact she could get a minute to
herself. Her AARP card was due in the mail any time now. “Same old, same old.
Nothing really changes in our town.”
“Besides the fact that you’re now attending singles
mixers. When did that start?” He took a long sip of his beer, watching her with
an intensity that made her skin tingle.
“Tonight. It was silly, really.” The last thing Jill
wanted was for Aaron to know that she’d gone out in search of a husband,
because how desperate did that sound? One bad haircut stood between her and
Brittany Spears circa 2007.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be in town, but I’d be
more than happy to take you out.”
His forearms flexed as he gripped the pint glass, and
she mentally shook her fist at the fact the sleeves of his flannel weren’t
pushed farther up his arm. Maybe Kate was onto something. Broad shoulders, dark
eyes, lips that she should have noticed were kissable years ago, because whoa.
The next time she glanced down at her cell, they’d
been talking for hours, catching up on everything from crazy stories from his
time in the military to her latest run-in with a very involved dance
mom. For real, those ladies were scary.
She peered around the room and realized that they were
the only occupied table, besides a few stragglers at the bar. “I should be
getting back to my room. It’s getting late.” This was the best dinner she’d had
in months. No, years. When was the last time she’d actually enjoyed the
company of a man, one whose deep voice was a warm caress down her spine? By her
calculation and the fact she could call herself a born-again virgin thanks to
the lack of action…it had been a freaking long time. Maybe it was the wine. Or
maybe it was the muscly, drool-worthy man in front of her, but dammit, she
wanted one night of fun. Screw the whole search for a temporary husband—it
wasn’t going to happen. But she could be happy for a few hours in other ways.
ABOUT JENNIFER BLACKWOOD
Jennifer Blackwood is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Oregon with her husband, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy. When not chasing after her toddler, you can find her binging on episodes of Gilmore Girls and Supernatural, and locking herself in her office to write.
ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
The Rule Maker
The Rule Breakers #2
by Jennifer Blackwood
Publication Date: January 16, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, Contemporary Romance
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SYNOPSIS:
Ten Steps to Surviving a New Job:1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.
4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.
5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he demands new design after new design.
6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.
7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.
8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your job—maybe even your heart.
10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.
EXCERPT:
Snow gusting against the window was the only sound in the room as he searched for a show for us to watch.
So quiet. Way too quiet. I fidgeted with my necklace, moving the small diamond
back and forth on the chain. The last time I was in bed with Ryder...I didn’t even want to finish that thought, because it’d do nothing but make this situation worse. I chanced a peek in his direction.
He chewed the inside of his cheek, swiping through our options. “This is awkward, huh?” he said.
“We’ve achieved Urkel status.”
He chuckled and scrolled through the show queue. “Would you rather watch Law and Order: SVU or Criminal Minds?”
“That is quite possibly the worst Would You Rather question ever asked.”
His eyes cut to mine. “I didn’t know I was playing a game.”
“You’ve never played it?” He shook his head. Lainey and I played this game all the time in college,
and when we’d take road trips together. She always came up with the grossest ones. “It’s simple. All you have to do is ask the person which horrible thing they’d rather do. The harder
the question, the better. Like would you rather lay in a pit of snakes, or eat questionably dead roadkill?” I pointed to his phone. “Oh, John Tucker Must Die. I like that one.”
“Negative, ghost rider.” He scrolled past my suggestion. “And what the hell does questionably dead mean? Is it still twitching, or are we talking suspicious cause of death?”
I shrugged. “The interpretation’s up to you.”
“You’re absolutely no help.” He swiped his thumb across his beard and contemplated. “I guess I’d go with the snakes.”
“Okay, now it’s your turn,” I said.
“Do I really have to play? I thought we were picking a show.”
I shot him a look.
“Fine. Would you rather have me or Chewbacca as your valentine?”
“Too easy. The spider.” He put his hand to his heart. “You wound me.” “Stop being such a baby.” I swatted at his chest and
immediately pulled my hand back. Nope. Would not go there. “Okay, would you rather not be able to see or talk for a month?”
He answered instantly. “See.”
“Right. You’d probably go nuts if you couldn’t open that big mouth of yours.”
His lips twitched. “You’re one to talk.”
“Excuse me?” Okay, I did have a tough time keeping my thoughts on lockdown outside the office, but that was my own cross to bear.
“Don’t even try to play it off like you’re innocent.”
I’d dated a lot of losers in the past, most who hadn’t even bothered to get to know me, but even after only hanging out a few times, Ryder had me pegged. He was perceptive. I saw the look in his eyes whenever I dealt with Jason. His attention focused solely on me was unnerving. “Jerk,” I sputtered.
“Now I know you’re holding back. You can do way better than that.” He scrolled through his phone again. “How about Die Hard?”
“Are all your show selections about death? I’m starting to worry I’d made a mistake coming over here.” My lips pulled into a smile and I quickly extinguished it. God, I wanted to hate him.
“Fine.” He continued looking at the Netflix queue. “Would you rather eat sushi from a taco stand, or lick an airplane armrest?”
“Good one. Sushi.” I pointed to his screen. “How about
10 Things I Hate About You?” He shook his head and chuckled. “Are all of your
suggestions going to not-so-subtly tell me you hate me?” I smiled sweetly. “Maybe.” “Just think, most people would find this to be a romantic
escape. Two people, stuck in the mountains on Valentine’s Day,” he said.
“We’re Hallmark movie material, all right,” I deadpanned.
“Okay, fine. How about The Walking Dead?”
“Your show picking powers have been officially revoked.” I grabbed the phone from his hand.
“Hey!” He grabbed for the phone and I held it out of reach. “You’re going to regret that.” Within seconds he was on top of me, playfully pinning me to the bed, his strong hands circling my wrists. Air evaporated from my lungs as
our gazes connected. I was immediately transported back to that night. Tell me what you want, Zoey. Tell me what you need from
me.
I swallowed hard. That was months ago, and those words still haunted me from time to time. Because he did exactly that, gave me what I wanted and needed. Repeatedly.
DON'T MISS THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SIZZLING RULE BREAKERS SERIES!
The Rule Book
The Rule Breakers #1
by Jennifer Blackwood
Publication Date: May 9, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, Contemporary Romance
BUY:
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Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/21TWSo1
SYNOPSIS:
Starr Media Second-Assistant Survival Guide
1. Don't call your hot boss the antichrist to his face.
2. Don't stare at hot boss's, um, package or his full sleeve of tattoos. (No. Really. Stop!)
3. Don't get on the malicious first assistant's bad side.
4. Don't forget to memorize the 300-page employee manual.
5. If you value your cashmere, steer clear of boss’s dog.
6. Boss’s dimples are lust-inducing. Do. Not. Give. In.
7. “The elevator ate your clothes” is not a valid excuse for showing up to important meetings half dressed.
8. Don't break seven of the rules within the first week of employment if you, ya know, are in dire need of money to support your sick mom.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the boss. See rule eight about sick mom.
10. Never forget the rules.
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ABOUT JENNIFER BLACKWOOD
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ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
All her rules are about to change…
THE RULE MAKER
The Rule Breakers #2
Jennifer Blackwood
Releasing January 16th, 2017
Entangled Embrace
Ten
Steps to Surviving a New Job:
1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.
4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.
5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he demands new design after new design.
6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.
7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.
8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your job—maybe even your heart.
10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.
1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.
4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.
5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he demands new design after new design.
6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.
7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.
8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your job—maybe even your heart.
10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.
~ Coming January 16th ~
He scrubbed
his palms over his face and rested his elbows on his knees. “This was not how I
saw this night going.”
“Big
Valentine’s Day plans?”
He lowered his
hands and looked at me like I’d just claimed I single-handedly caused the storm
raging outside. “I didn’t even know that was today. Does this mean we’re each
other’s valentines by default?”
I scoffed.
“Not a chance.”
He chuckled.
“Always so blunt. I like that about you.” He quickly cleared his throat as if
he hadn’t meant to say that. “Well, non-valentine, looks like we’re going to be
stuck here a while. Have anything in mind?” he said.
I decided
against packing on another insult. He was being nice, and this sure as heck
beat staring at the wall the rest of the night. “My form of entertainment is at
6 percent battery, so I’m open to suggestions.”
“Mine is fully
charged. Want to watch something?”
“Sure.” What
else did I have to do? Before I knew it, I was sitting on the bed next to him, leaning
against the ornately carved headboard. Snow gusting against the window was the
only sound in the room as he searched for a show for us to watch.
So quiet.
Way too quiet.
I fidgeted
with my necklace, moving the small diamond back and forth on the chain. The
last time I was in bed with Ryder… I didn’t even want to finish that thought,
because it’d do nothing but make this situation worse. I chanced a peek in his
direction.
He chewed the
inside of his cheek, swiping through our options. “This is awkward, huh?” he
said.
“We’ve
achieved Urkel status.”
He chuckled
and scrolled through the show queue. “Would you rather watch Law
and Order: SVU or Criminal
Minds?”
“That is quite
possibly the worst Would You Rather question ever asked.”
His eyes cut
to mine. “I didn’t know I was playing a game.”
“You’ve never
played it?”
He shook his
head.
Lainey and I
played this game all the time in college, and when we’d take road trips
together. She always came up with the grossest ones. “It’s simple. All you have
to do is ask the person which horrible thing they’d rather do. The harder the
question, the better. Like would you rather lay in a pit of snakes, or eat
questionably dead roadkill?” I pointed to his phone. “Oh, John
Tucker Must Die. I like that one.”
“Negative,
ghost rider.” He scrolled past my suggestion. “And what the hell does questionably
dead mean? Is it still twitching, or are we talking
suspicious cause of death?”
I shrugged.
“The interpretation’s up to you.”
“You’re
absolutely no help.” He swiped his thumb across his beard and contemplated. “I
guess I’d go with the snakes.”
“Okay, now
it’s your turn,” I said.
“Do I really
have to play? I thought we were picking a show.”
I shot him a
look.
“Fine. Would
you rather have me or Chewbacca as your valentine?”
“Too easy. The
spider.”
He put his
hand to his heart. “You wound me.”
“Stop being
such a baby.” I swatted at his chest and immediately pulled my hand back. Nope.
Would not go there. “Okay, would you rather not be able to see or talk for a
month?”
He answered
instantly. “See.”
“Right. You’d
probably go nuts if you couldn’t open that big mouth of yours.”
His lips
twitched. “You’re one to talk.”
“Excuse me?”
Okay, I did have a tough time keeping my thoughts on lockdown outside the
office, but that was my own cross to bear.
“Don’t even
try to play it off like you’re innocent.”
I’d dated a
lot of losers in the past, most who hadn’t even bothered to get to know me, but
even after only hanging out a few times, Ryder had me pegged. He was
perceptive. I saw the look in his eyes whenever I dealt with Jason. His attention
focused solely on me was unnerving. “Jerk,” I sputtered.
“Now I know
you’re holding back. You can do way better than that.” He scrolled through his
phone again. “How about Die Hard?”
“Are all your
show selections about death? I’m starting to worry I made a mistake coming over
here.” My lips pulled into a smile and I quickly extinguished it. God, I wanted
to hate him.
“Fine.” He
continued looking at the Netflix queue. “Would you rather eat sushi from a taco
stand, or lick an airplane armrest?”
“Good one.
Sushi.” I pointed to his screen. “How about 10 Things I
Hate About You?”
He shook his
head and chuckled. “Are all of your suggestions
going to not-so-subtly tell me you hate me?”
I smiled
sweetly. “Maybe.”
“Just think,
most people would find this to be a romantic escape. Two people, stuck in the
mountains on Valentine’s Day,” he said.
“We’re
Hallmark movie material, all right,” I deadpanned.
“Okay, fine.
How about The Walking Dead?”
“Your show
picking powers have been officially revoked.” I grabbed the phone from his
hand.
“Hey!” He
grabbed for the phone, and I held it out of reach. “You’re going to regret
that.” Within seconds he was on top of me, playfully pinning me to the bed, his
strong hands circling my wrists. Air evaporated from my lungs as our gazes
connected.
I was
immediately transported back to that night.
Tell
me what you want, Zoey. Tell me what you need from me.
I swallowed
hard. That was months ago, and those words still haunted me from time to time.
Because he did exactly that, gave me what I wanted and needed. Repeatedly.
Jennifer
Bernard is
a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Oregon
with her husband, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy. When not chasing
after her toddler, you can find her binging on episodes of Gilmore Girls and
Supernatural, and locking herself in her office to write.
OMG Wow. When I saw this book on one of my favourite
author’s, Lex Martin’s, facebook feed this morning, I immediately had to check
it out on GoodReads. I mean if she reads books even half as good as she writes
them then I knew I would love it.
Then I read the blurb and I had to one click it straight
away and dive right in and I literally have not been able to put it down since.
Since this was the first book of Jennifer’s that I have
read I really didn’t know what to expect so I was extremely excited to fall
into this from the first page and be completely captured by the writing style
as well as the amazing story and awesome characters.
I was so besotted with Lainey from the very start. She
was smart, feisty, sweet caring and funny as hell. Her inner monologues had me
literally laughing out loud (que people looking at me sideways and slowly
crossing the street to avoid the crazy lady sitting in her car hysterically
laughing). She was perfect. And with everything happening in her life I was so
proud of her I wanted to buy her a cookie. And I love that she was so crazy yet
so relatable.
Brogan was unique and I have to admit after being used to
most books being dual POV I seriously would love to know WTF was going through
his head for more than half of this book. He had these moments of being such an
arsehole but then he would show his gooey chocolate chips and make me want to
stamp him as mine. Half the time he opened his mouth and I felt my ovaries
explode right along with Lainey’s then the other half I wanted him to just shut
up and look pretty. But honestly it’s hard for me not to love a man who really
loves his dog. And damn did I love his dog. (No that’s not a euphemism I really
did like his dog although from what Lainey said about other parts I am thinking
I probably love them too ;) )
“You are not a problem to be solved, Lainey.” His eyes held so
much intensity they robbed the breath out of my chest. “You are the answer to
my fucking prayers.”
But back to the book. I am very glad to say I have a new
author to stalk and exercise my one click finger on. This book had absolutely
everything going for it. It was funny as hell, sweet as chocolate, sexy as sin
and just flat out entertaining. I am so glad I one clicked it despite having 20
million books already on my kindle and 10 that I absolutely must read. And now
I am going to go pay off my book debt with hubby. So you can go one click this
now.
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