Blog Tour!! The Cruelest Stranger by Winter Renshaw

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The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and three cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind.
Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
I never could have anticipated his…
And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
This one’s ours.



The sound of children laughing and shuffling down the hallway Friday morning is my cue to silence my phone.

I tuck it into my top drawer for the day and reach for my coffee, stealing a few more sips before the craziness of the day ensues.

I found the Schoenbach obituary—if you can call it that—earlier this morning. The funeral home posted it sometime last night.

Her name was Larissa Cleary-Schoenbach, and she was twenty-seven when she passed. It mentioned no family, no cause of death, no photograph. Nothing more than a birthdate and a single line about a private sunrise memorial service tomorrow morning and the words INVITATION ONLY in bold red letters. All caps.

I spent a few minutes Googling “Larissa Cleary-Schoenbach” earlier this morning. But I couldn’t find a thing.

No social media.

No LinkedIn.

No archived newspaper articles of any kind.

No graduation archives; high school, college or otherwise.

It’s as if this woman never existed.

“Good morning, good morning!” I take my place at the front of the room, grinning and waving and trying to psych them up for the day. Fridays are hard. The kids are exhausted, attention spans are waning. My students hang their jackets and bags on their hooks and then make their way to their assigned square on the rug. “Happy Friday!”

I maintain the smile on my face, sing our morning song, and begin the day’s lesson, but today I can’t help but feel like I’m merely going through the motions. My mind is fixated on that man from the bar last night—and the mystery woman he’s burying.

With the hyphenated name and similar age, it’s fair to assume she was his wife.

At first I thought it seemed odd that she’d have a private sunrise memorial service, but maybe sunrises were her thing? And maybe her passing was so tragic and unspeakable that all he wants is to protect her privacy?

By the time the kids head out for first recess ninety minutes later, I’ve concocted a beautiful love story for the two of them. I’ve imagined a passionate, love-at-first-sight romance.

Trips to Paris.

A sunset proposal.

Slow dances in empty bars.

Lazy Sunday afternoons sipping tea and trading poetry.

Saturday strolls in Lincoln Park.

New Year’s Eve kisses on snowy hotel balconies, her lashes covered in snowflakes as he wraps her tight to keep her warm.

In my heart of hearts, I want to believe he was beautifully, wonderfully kind to her.

That he loved her more than anything in the entire world.

That her death shattered his heart into a million, irreparable pieces.

I want to believe that that was the cause of his cruelty last night.

That he’s simply angry at the world for taking the love of his life away from him.

Death and loss can do a number on you. It can change your entire personality if you let it. Some of my darkest days came in the months following Trevor’s passing.

I want to believe Bennett has friends and family getting him through this, but last night, Eduardo mentioned that when Bennett stops in, he never talks to anyone—which leads me to assume he only comes solo.

Maybe he’s painfully private?

Maybe she was his entire world? All he had?

Maybe they’d had a falling out and weren’t speaking when she died?

The kids return from recess, peeling out of their scarves and gloves, cheeks flushed and eyes wet from the cold. Making my way to the front of the classroom to start the next lesson, I decide to do what Trevor would do if here were still here: I give the cruel stranger from last night the benefit of the doubt.

And then I carry on with my day.

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Blog Tour & Review!! Rebel Soul by LK Farlow

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Release Date: January 23rd


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West Larson comes from old money—the kind of wealth that comes with expectations steeped in archaic traditions. So, it’s not surprising when he learns the conditions of his trust fund: produce an heir before he turns twenty-five.

Enter Stacia Kellan. Her lowkey personality makes her the perfect baby mama…without the drama. And thanks to her wild-ass hair, colorful tattoos, and smart mouth, she’s exactly the kind of girl his parents would never approve of. Add in the fact that she’s a total smokeshow…knocking her up certainly wouldn’t be a hardship.

Stacia lives her life fast and loud. The idea of settling down isn’t on her radar. So, when her long-time friend asks her to have his baby, her immediate answer is a big, fat hell-to-the-no. Seriously, is he crazy?

West pulls out all the stops in wooing her and with every heated encounter, Stacia finds herself falling a little more for his charm and wit. Oh, and his forearms…yum.

Obligations. Lust. Friendship. Love.

The lines begin to blur as emotions enter the equation and besides, everyone knows you can’t deny your rebel soul.



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LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA–that’s Lower Alabama, y’all–with her amazing husband and three rambunctious children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching car shows while she crochets or with her nose in a book.

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This is a firey story of Stacia and West and what wild ride it is!

Desperate times call for desperate decisions.  Some that crash and burn and some that turn out brilliantly.

Stacia is truly a rebel soul.  She is a spitfire that will do anything to help the ones that she loves.  She is determined and even when things in her world are rocked to her soul, she stays strong and holds to her core values.

West is also dealing with some big issues in his world.  He too is desperate for a solution and when his and Stacia’s world collide, sparks fly and chemistry is rampant! Once he realizes what he wants, he is adamant in making his dreams come true.  He is a swoony alpha that was just wowza!

If you are looking for a fast-paced love affair with twists and turns, look no further than this new story by Ms. Farlow! I couldn’t put it down until I was finished!

Happy Release Day & Review!! Hometown Heartless by Carrie Aarons

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Release Date: January 23




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One year ago, the boy next door was captured as a prisoner of war.

The boy whose window faces mine.
The backyard buddy who bandaged up my skinned knees.
The childhood crush that kept me up at night, wondering if he’d ever be my boyfriend.
The town hero I wrote endless letters to after he shipped out.
The green-eyed charmer who promised me a kiss the day I turned eighteen.

And now, he’s home.
But he didn’t come back as the boy I once knew.
He’s a man now, one with demons I can’t comprehend.
The damaged soldier keeps telling me I’m not his anymore.
That the war took him, turned him into someone unrecognizable.
What he hasn’t considered is that it took me, too.

He swears there is nothing left between us, that his heart died overseas. But with each look through our windows, we both know his lies are just that. With each fated meeting, the truth only becomes more evident.

Everett Brock occupies the shadows now.
And as much as I try to pull him into the light, it seems the switch is permanent.
What he doesn’t realize is that I’m willing to follow him into the darkness.



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Author of romance novels such as The Tenth Girl and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the love stories of her imagination, and the athleisure dress code, much better.

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With my background, I have a soft spot in my heart for military romances.  I am a veteran and married to a retired combat veteran so I have a unique view and filter when it comes to them.

This is the story of Everett and Kennedy.  Now I will say that usually, YA/NA stories are not my first choice in reading, but the blurb really pulled at me and I am glad that I was able to read this!

Yes, the characters are young, however, the world experienced that Everett has really aged his soul, it made him grow up fast and left lasting scars that will follow him forever.  PTSD not only affects the person the trauma happened to but the people that are closest to him. It’s not a solitary disorder, it spreads it’s venom to family, friends, and love.

Kennedy is strong, even when she doesn’t feel like she is.  Her love for Everett is the light in the darkness.  Even when hurt, pride and misplaced feelings of protection come into play, Kennedy stays ever vigilant in her feelings for Everett. That’s what true love means, being there for the good times and the bad.

Thank you for writing about a subject that for too long has been either ignored or brushed under the rug. Thank you for being brave Ms. Aarons!

Happy Release Day & Review!! Boss Man Bridegroom by Meghan Quinn

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Release Date: January 23rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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“Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?” she asks, hope in her eyes . . .

How did I get here? My assistant, bent on one knee, holding my hand, her expectant face waiting for an answer.

Just . . . how?

How did I go from being insulted by Charlee Cox to hiring her to be my assistant? How is it that she’s chaos in color – making me crazy and my life better at the same time?

I never thought I would be staring down at her bright blue eyes begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested.

Yes, I suggested. Like the idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her?

Confused? Don’t worry, so am I.

But try to follow along, because this is how I became Boss Man Bridegroom.



“Rath Westin, my boss, my commander in chief, my Gucci Governor—”
“I don’t wear Gucci.”
“Go with it.” She winks and clears her throat. “Mr. Big Shot, Barking Britches, and Irritable Ira—”
“Jesus . . . Christ.” I rub my hand down my face.
“Will you do me the great honor . . .” She wobbles on her bent knee and clutches my hand to steady herself. “Will you . . .” She tears up, her voice becoming shaky. “I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before.”
“I sure as hell hope not,” I say through gritted teeth.
“And I didn’t think I’d get emotional either.” On a deep breath, she finishes, “Will you do me the greatest honor of all time and be my bridegroom?”
Christ, nothing is ever simple with her.
“Why did you say it like that?”
“Did I not do it right?” she mumbles to herself. “See, I knew I was doing something wrong.”
“No, why did you say bridegroom?”
“Oh, well, that’s what you would be. You see, that’s what they used to call men who were soon to be married . . . a bridegroom. But then somewhere along the way they shortened it to groom. But if you marry me, I would give you the dignified pleasure of retaining the honorable title of bridegroom.”
“Don’t call me bridegroom.”
“Boss man bridegroom?” she asks with a cheeky grin.
How the fuck did I allow myself to get in this position? With my quirky and sometimes annoying but mostly efficient assistant, kneeling in front of me . . . proposing.
Proposing to me.
In a pair of belly-covering slacks and suspenders, hair pulled back into a tight bun like she often wears it, looking up at me through her red-framed glasses, her bright blue eyes shining past the lenses, begging me to go along with this ridiculous scheme I suggested.
Yes, me.
Like the goddamn idiot I am, I thought hey, why not start an HR nightmare and have my assistant ask me to marry her?
Don’t worry, so am I.
Where do I even start? Maybe from the beginning?
Here is a quick rundown: my ex, who used to work with me, left me for bigger and better things. We don’t talk about her, ever, because she took my heart with her. Instead, I buried myself in my work. I became a hermit in my office, firing one assistant after another because they weren’t good enough or their voice annoyed me, or they thought salt was sugar and gave me one bad cup of coffee that ended their career at Westin Enterprises—that mistake was on them.
In my spare time—not that there’s much—but when I do have spare time, I follow my two idiot friends around the city, helping them avoid fucking up their lives. But now that they’re both in loving and committed relationships, one planning a wedding with my sister as the bride, I have much more time on my hands.
Maybe they’re to blame for my demise, for this ridiculous charade I’m now a part of.
What does this have to do with my assistant proposing to me?
Well, you see, I was in the market for yet another new assistant, and that’s when one of my best friends, Bram, suggested I lean on his assistant, Linus, to help me find someone. Side note: Linus is a gift from God, and I’ve offered him huge pay raises many times to jump ship and join my company, but his loyalty lies with Bram . . . unfortunately.
So Linus helped me find an assistant, and that’s where it started to go downhill.
The minute I saw her, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good fit.
Because she’s too goddamn beautiful.
Because she’s far too bubbly.
Because with every smile and checklist she devises, she makes me want to bend her over my desk and make her mine.
But, since I clearly don’t know how to make any decisions worth a shit, I hired her, right there on the spot.
And that was the beginning of the end.
Need to know more? Well in case you are on pins and needles about my answer to her proposal, I said yes.
Here’s the story of how I became Boss Man Bridegroom.

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.


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I was so excited to see Ms. Quinn taking us back to the world of Bram, Roark and Rath!

I know I was waiting, not so patiently for Rath’s story and boy did Ms. Quinn not disappoint!

This is an office romance with the Meghan Quinn twist!

I loved the brashness of Charlee! She is color and light and even though she has had something horrible to her, she has tried to pick herself up and dust herself off! I love her love of all things office supply, her friendship with her grandma and her absolute amazingness at her job as an executive assistant. I could so relate to her (being as though I was one of those myself for 20 years!).

Rath is a determined man, he likes his things just so and he is particular in his business.  He is absolutely floored when Charlee starts working for him, bringing color and light into his world, along with the newfound love of romance books!

The chemistry between Rath and Charlee is epic and I loved reading how hard they fought against the pull that they had.  It took a big scare to bring it all together!

As with all of Ms. Quinn’s stories, you get hilarity, I found myself giggling out loud many times when I was reading.  She brings wowza hot heat and lots of heart.

It was absolutely amazing to see all the past characters in these series to make an appearance! The bromance between Bram and Rath is total #relationshipgoals !!

Thank you, Ms. Quinn, for saving the best for last!


Meghan Quinn

Happy Release Day & Review!! Silver Player by L.B. Dunbar

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The Silver Foxes of Blue Ridge #2

Release Date: January 23
Billy Harrington
A young girl walks into a bar…


I’d like to say this is the start of a bad joke, but it isn’t really.
It’s my life.

Can you be called a baby-daddy if the secret baby shows up as a teenager?


I don’t know anything about raising a teen.


And the one person who could help me the most is my nemesis.


Roxanne McAllister

I should hate him for being her father.


Only I don’t fault him for sleeping with my sister.


This is the story of my life.


I’ve always been runner-up to my older sibling.


Then tragedy strikes—again—and I’m left with a dilemma.


Can I count on the person I despise the most in Blue Ridge?


Find out when a Harrington strikes again.


This sexy silver fox is the biggest player, but he’s about to been dealt a hand he never expected—a much needed ally in his feisty vixen enemy.




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I’ve been accused of having an over-active imagination. To my benefit, this imagination has created over twenty novels, including the creation of a small-town world (Sensations Collection), rock star mayhem (Legendary Rock Star series), MMA chaos (Paradise Stories), rom-com for the over forty (The Sex Education of M.E.), and a suspenseful island for redemption (The Island Duet). My alter ego, elda lore, creates magical romance through mythological retellings (Modern Descendants). My life revolves around a deep love of reading about fairy tales, medieval knights, regency debauchery, and strong alpha males. I love a deep belly laugh, a strong hug, and an occasional margarita. My other loves include being mother to four grown children and wife to the one and only.
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The Silver Foxes of Blue Ridge

“I want to read you…” oh holy swoon!

I cannot tell you all how much I love L.B. Dunbar’s writing! This is the story of Billy and Roxanne.

This is a story of just so much more than love.  This is a story of secrets coming to light.  Insecurities rearing it’s ugly head and how misconceptions can skew your thinking and how you see people.

Billy is labeled as a player, he feels like he is always out to prove himself.  The bickering and fighting between him and Roxie is the best type of flirting!  He is struggling with the secrets he keeps and a huge secret that comes into the light.  He is worthy of all that is good in the world and he deserves happiness.

Roxanne is every woman, she has her faults and vulnerabilities, but she is also strong when she needs to be.  She too deserves love and the fighting between her and Billy can be hurtful, but it also reveals.  She is struggling to keep what she loves close.

The chemistry between Roxie and Billy is like a house on fire and the push and pull they have for each other wanted me to hug them close and sometimes slap them upside the head!

I think Billy’s quote sums up this story beautifully….”it doesn’t matter who you loved first, it was the last who mattered….” 

Ms. Dunbar, your words absolutely move me!! Thank you for writing about silver foxes and the silver vixens who tame them!! Please don’t ever stop!

Happy Release Day & Review!! Over The Top by Dr. Rebecca Sharp

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From bestselling author, Dr. Rebecca Sharp, comes a sexy, winter sports romance with a flurry of suspense that will heat up the slopes and keep you on your toes …



Ice Princess. Cold Queen.

The best skier in the world who only cares about winning.

It’s what the media claims. It’s what I let everyone believe.

My fiancé’s betrayal taught me not to care about anything except the mountain. Especially not men. Or love.

Kyle Masters was only supposed to be a distraction.

A one night wonder before the Alpine Ski World Cup.

It doesn’t matter if I can’t stop thinking about him.

He wants more. I see it in his eyes.

He wants to be my White Knight.

Too bad for him I don’t need saving.



Everything in my life was great.

Great job. Great friends. And the great alone.

Who would’ve thought it would be so hard

to find a woman who wanted a serious relationship?

And serious was the last thing Jaclyn Blanchard wanted from me. Or so she says.

But after one night, she’s mistaken if she thinks I’ll give up on my stubborn Cinderella.

Especially when danger lurks on the mountain.

She wants more. I see it in her eyes.

But she hides her warm heart behind a frozen shield.

Too bad the Ice Princess can’t help but melt under my touch.


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“You’re not calling a cab,” he bit out.

“Why not?”

“Because I can drive you.”

My spine straightened, immediately going into defense mode. “You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, I can most certainly call a cab.”

My gasp was swallowed by his mouth as his lips crushed down on mine, his tongue demanding and possessive inside my mouth. If I hadn’t been staring at those lips for the past two hours, I swore I wouldn’t have given in quite so easily.

“Jac, I don’t care how big or small you are,” he rasped against my mouth, biting my lower lip in between words. “I don’t care if you’re Navy SEAL or a ninja. Heck, I don’t even care if you’re a Jedi and you’ve got a lightsaber holstered to your side, I’m not letting you get in a cab alone. So, you can sass me all you want but unless you’re planning on knocking me out, the only cab you’re getting in is the one in my truck, and that’s all I’m gonna say about it.”

Feeling a thousand emotions I was afraid to describe, I blinked in shock as he stalked off to grab his gear and say goodnight to his bandmates.

I didn’t know why I argued with him. I didn’t want to argue with him, but this was me. Independent. Alone. I didn’t rely on anyone, especially a man, because the last time that happened, Evan had turned me into the kind of person I despised and then went and betrayed me for it.


I was sorely tempted to knock him out just for the heck of it, but I really needed him to kiss me again and those things were mutually exclusive.

With a nod, I stood, my black leather pants from the first night we met sticking slightly to the faux leather cushion. I’d opted for another Star Wars tee that I knotted in front of my stomach to make it look vintage fashionable instead of the easy, comfortable pick that it was.

He held the door open even with all the gear in his hands and let me walk out of the building first. My steps slowed sensing his gaze was on my butt. I wanted his gaze on me. I wanted his eyes everywhere because they felt like when the sun comes out from behind the clouds on a cool spring day and you can feel the heat immediately as it bloomed every cell to attention.

I craved the warmth, no matter what it was doing to my frozen walls.

He reached around me and grabbed the passenger door to hold it open and I couldn’t stop my mouth from smarting, “I know how to open a door.”

He waited until I was seated before leaning partially through the frame to reply, “Never said you didn’t, Jac. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should – especially when you’re with me.”

My mouth opened but the door closing had me shut it again.

Whatever. He could have his Charming-complex, I thought with an eye-roll even as my heart thudded harder in my chest, enjoying far too much being around a man who wanted to take care of me.

I turned my head to Kyle when I realized that we were both now sitting in a truck that was running but not moving.

“Didn’t want to interrupt,” he explained, his eyes searching mine like he could see what I was thinking. “Where to?”

My lips parted but Marissa’s address lodged in my throat.

I didn’t want to go back to the apartment. I wanted more time with the man who insisted on holding my coat and driving me home and opening doors. I wanted one more night with Prince Charming before this whole spell ended.

“I’m not giving you my address,” I said smoothly, running my palms over my thighs before crossing my arms in front of me. “In case you turn out to be a stalker.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously. “You’re the one who made me take you to my apartment. You’re the one who showed up at my place of work. And you’re the one who was at my show tonight. Maybe you’re the stalker.”

I glared at him, especially when I saw the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. I should just give him the address now. I should, but I wouldn’t because I wasn’t ready to let go of this night I’d been thinking about all week.

“Not a stalker,” I said, pretending to examine my teal nails. “Just unlucky.”

He chuckled. “So, is this your way of forcing me to take you back to my place again?”

“Oh no.” I shook my head. “I could show you what forcing you would be…”

His deeper laugh was drowned out as he put the truck in gear and pulled out of the lot. Even though I’d only been to his apartment once, the roads there felt like they were engraved in my brain, like an address of sorts – the one I needed to remember in order to get home.

“So, what do you do when you aren’t training or on the mountain?” he asked as we passed over the lamp-lit streets of Aspen, flurries trickling down from the sky.

“Why? Wondering what my plans are once I retire?” I said it lightly, but the way he looked at me was anything but.

“I’m not a reporter, Jac. I’m not asking to try to get the inside scoop on your life or your future. Just want to know about you, that’s all.”

I shrunk back against the seat, knowing I had responded defensively. What else was I supposed to do? That’s all they ever wanted to know. Hobbies to try and speculate what would happen to me when my career was over, anything to try and make me feel vulnerable, to remind me that I couldn’t keep the gold forever.

If there was one thing I’d learned about the public, it was that their fascination to see you rise was only surpassed by their twisted desire to witness your fall.

“I like to watch movies. Especially during the season, it’s easy… and doesn’t require me to leave the house.” I laughed, toying with the knot on my shirt. “I like to make juice, too. It’s allowed on my training diet, so I experiment. Sometimes, I pretend like I’m testing out different flavors to create a menu for my own juice bar.”

“Jac’s Juice?” he asked with a smile.

“Something like that…” He laughed and then so did I, our eyes meeting somewhere in the middle of something neither of us had been expecting.

If my lip was made of thinner stuff, I would have chewed a hole through it in the last few minutes it took to navigate to the parking lot of Kyle’s building. He sent me a glare when I opened my own door to get out of the truck but still managed to grab all his gear and hold every other door that we encountered on the way up to the twelfth floor.

It felt strange to see a place for the second time. My rule was always one night. And that meant one impression of the place before I forgot about it and moved on. This time, I noticed the same things as I did the last, but wondered about them more.

“What’s that for?” he asked, coming to stand in front of me.


“The look on your face,” he said, a large warm hand cupped my cheek. I felt every inch of it, right down to the calloused fingertips that came from plucking the strings on his guitar. I felt every cell on the hands that made me feel warm and safe and cherished in ways I knew could kill me if I found out they were false. Again. “What are you thinking about? What hurts?”

“Nothing.” I turned away again and moved toward the couch.

I heard him growl, his footsteps coming up quickly behind my retreating form.

“What are you running from?” he demanded, reaching for me and turning me to face him.

I should’ve fought him, but I was tired of pushing him away.

Maybe I could have more than one night with him… for just a little while…

“What everyone runs from,” I seethed, stepping into him and pressing myself flush against his interrogating hardness. “Anything that can destroy you.”

His head dipped down and my lips tingled in anticipation, but his mouth didn’t come for mine.

“Well, that’s not me, Jac,” he said softly, instead pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m not here to destroy you.” Another kiss on the side of my cheekbone this time. “I’m not here to hurt you.” A gentle brush of his lips on the tip of my nose. “I’m just here for you.”




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She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she’s always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.

After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.




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A Winter Games Novel

This is the story of Kyle and Jaclyn.  I was cheering hard for Kyle’s story! This story can totally be read as a standalone, but I have read all the previous Winter Games novels so I had a vested interest in finding a happily ever after for Kyle!

I loved the premise behind this story!

Jac is her own hero, she has been taking care of herself since forever and she has created this public persona that tells everyone to stay away.  She doesn’t need a white knight saving her, she can save herself.

Kyle was the perfect person for Jac, he understood how to love her hard and how to break down the walls surrounding her.  He knew that she didn’t need someone to save her, but he wanted to be the soft place for her to fall at the end of the day. He saw through all the media bull to see to the heart of Jac.

This story takes us back to the world of competitive skiing and the pros and cons of being the best in your sport of choice.

It was lovely seeing past characters in this series make an appearance! It was great catching up with what was going on with them!

It’s sad to see this being the last in the series, but we all know that Dr. Sharp is going to keep entertaining us with her stories and the worlds that she creates!

Happy Release Day & Review!! The Cruelest Stranger by Winter Renshaw

See My Review Below!!!




The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and three cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind.
Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
I never could have anticipated his…
And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.
They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.
This one’s ours.





Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.
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My Review…

Oh my me! This story is got all sorts of twists, all sorts of secrets and I enjoyed falling down the rabbit hole that Ms. Renshaw created!

First off, one of my favorite all-time movies is “All of Me” and this story is so reminiscent of that!  It doesn’t hit you right away, but as you make your way through I saw it and I fell in love even harder!

This is the story of Bennett and Astaire, two strangers that meet and there is no love lost between them at the first.

Astaire is amazing! She has had a tumultuous childhood, but she didn’t let that define her. She finds the silver lining in all things.  She is the epitome of grace, compassion, and love.

Bennett is such a jaded fellow.  He keeps everyone at a distance, even when he obviously needs someone to be close.  Luckily, Astaire fights to see the good in him, his gooey center as she says.  The family dynamic that Bennett has is absolutely dysfunctional and to have him turn out the way that he did was a miracle in itself.

The side stories, the secrets, the lies and the love that grows between Alastair and Bennett will keep you enthralled and turning pages until the very end!!