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Heartbreaker 💔 By Stacey Kennedy! Happy Release Day and Trailer Reveal!

Today is the release day and trailer reveal for HEARTBREAKER by Stacey Kennedy! Check out the gorgeous trailer and grab your copy today! I know I’m super excited to be reading and reviewing this book for you all!

 

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Title: Heartbreaker

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

About Heartbreaker:

Handcuffs aren’t just part of their job in this sizzling new standalone novel by USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Kennedy.

 

Veteran cop, Maddox Hunt, is all about the job. Sure, there are women—lots of women, truth be told—but there’s no one special. Until a one-night stand from his past, rookie Joss O’Neil is assigned to his division. Suddenly, all he can think about is her. The scent of her. The taste of her.

 

Fresh out of field training, Joss has thrown herself into her job, determined to kick-start her career. And while police work has its thrills, her gorgeous new boss is what really gets her pulse pounding. Too bad he’s nothing but a distraction. Especially since he’s as devastatingly handsome as she remembers, and his sexy smile arrests her heart.

 

Now that Joss is back in Maddox’s life, he has a plan: satisfy her fantasies and fulfill his every dark desire. Nothing is off limits. Her pleasure is the endgame . . . but even the best-laid plans have a way of falling apart. Despite his best attempts to keep his distance and have things remain only about the pleasure, Maddox soon finds himself breaking the only law he’s set for himself. Don’t fall in love.

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StaceyKennedySTACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the Dirty Little Secrets and Club Sin series. She writes deeply emotional romances about powerful men and the wild women who tame them. When she’s not writing sensual stories, she spends her time in southwestern Ontario with her real life hero, her husband, their two young children, and her other babies: a mini labradoodle named Jax and a chocolate labrador named Murphy. Stacey is a proud chocolate, television show, Urban Barn, and wine addict. She likes her heroes in her books like she likes her coffee . . . strong and hot!

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Tantalizing Tuesday: Caught

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Finally, water.

Marie knew she couldn’t stop for very long, the wolves howling getting ever closer. She’d been running for what seemed hours, and her ankle was not only swelling at an alarming rate, but bleeding at that.

She had just enough time for a quick drink and to wash the blood off. They could probably smell her a mile away, she needed to get going again before they found her. Because if they did…if they did there was no telling what would happen to her.

After scooping up the cool, clear water in her hand and taking a few swallows, she began trying to wipe the blood away. If only…no, it was one night a month ago. Her first time at Spectrum. The auction was a friends idea, but Devyn and Rory were the Doms of her dreams.

She sniffled as a twig snapped, she froze in place as two black wolves appeared on the shore. Before she could scream, they morphed into…men?

Two, huge, muscle bound, tatted, naked men. Her men. Devyn and Rory. Devyn came forward and scooped her curvy frame.

“Tsk, tsk pet. Look at what’s happened because you ran from your mates.”

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Dangerous Interference by BJ Wane

Dangerous Interference by BJ Wane

As of today, this book has ALL 5 STAR REVIEWS ON AMAZON!!!

Date of Publication: January 6, 2017

Blurb

After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine�her sister’s last known location�to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.

Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.

The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.

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Mischief And The Masters (Masters Of The Shadowlands 12) by Cherise Sinclair

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She wants a short, sweet Master. One Master.
The two devastatingly dominant Drago cousins have other ideas.

Her life destroyed by a stalker, Uzuri Cheval starts anew in Tampa and joins the exclusive Shadowlands club. Unconvinced of her claims that she can overcome her fear of big men without help, Master Z gives her a time limit. And she is improving–until she hears the stalker is out of prison. Now her time limit is up, and the Masters will intervene, which is okay–as long as whoever helps her is short. Okay, sweet and gentle would be good, too.

But two Doms? Dangerously experienced and dauntingly powerful cousins? No way.

Having volunteered in every hellhole in the world, Dr. Alastair Drago is ready to settle down. Detective Max Drago has joined him and, once again, the cousins share everything. A house, lives, problems…and whatever submissive catches their interest. One mischievous submissive has definitely caught Alastair’s. However, having been burned by a woman, Max remains detached…until little mischief’s troubles turn deadly.

Mischief and the Masters is the latest book in the bestselling Masters of the Shadowlands series. If you enjoy edgy ménage and dominance spiced with humor and suspense, you’ll love Cherise Sinclair’s latest romance.

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The Shadowlands, home of some of the most handsome and powerful masters in literary BDSM history. I’d have to think if the Shadowlands were an actual place, this subbie would probably faint in the lobby. Though I for sure would give anything to be a Shadowkitten, lucky ladies!

It’s hard to believe that we are already on book 12 of this series. I remember when Jessica first met Master Z and he had to help her out in the shower. That book resonated to me, spoke to me, and became a life changer. Since then, I’ve enjoyed every book Cherise has put out, that includes the Doms of Dark Haven and the Mountain Masters. If I had to pick my favorites, it would definitely have to be Master Z, Master Nolan, and Master Xavier.

But now, we finally get to Uzuri’s book. She was one of the original members of the training program, and the last subbie standing. The rest of the trainees all finding their masters. But we all knew the prankster who put plastic bugs in Mistress Anne’s locker and fooled with toy bags galore had issues big enough to fill a comic book store. So Master Z, the father figure of all subbies has decided the time has come for her to face her demons.

Uzuri doesn’t like big, powerful doms, but she ends up telling Max Drago, one of them, her past. His cousin, Dr Alistair Drago wants her, but Max isn’t sure. It takes Max some time, but both he and Alistair decide to take on Uzuri to see if they can help her.

I was blown away by the lessons of tolerance, strength, learning how to lean on others, and love. Again and again, her doms come up with scenes that integrate these lessons with hot and steamy sex, the way only  Cherise can do it!

I was also hanging on by the seat of my pants when Uzuri’s past came back to involve not only her, but cause severe problems for one of the Shadowlands members. These books truly get better every time and I’m excited to see what she comes out with next!

5 Double Dom Delight Stars

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Excerpt

For Friday night at the Shadowlands BDSM club, Uzuri had dressed in all white—a white halter top, frothy petticoats that barely covered her ass, and white fishnet thigh-high stockings. Ben, the security guard had actually approved of her white lacy stilettos, and she’d gotten to leave them on rather than going barefoot.

She’d done her hair in a braided Grecian crown that circled her head and created what she liked to think of as a halo around her head. When she’d told Holt that this was her angelic look, her friend had laughed his fool head off. The dumbass Dom. What did he know, anyway?

Then again, he might still be grumpy about her signing him up for all those Viagra and male enhancement products. She grinned.

Time to start her barmaiding shift. As she headed toward the bar, she danced a few steps to “Mirrors” by Natalia Kills and checked out each roped-off scene area as she went past. One had a Domme flogging her male submissive; the next was a sadist caning his favorite masochist. Saxon had claimed the spanking bench. He had huge hands, and the woman strapped to the bench yelped with every smack.

A few people had gathered around the next area, and Uzuri stopped to see what had them so fascinated.

Oh. The Drago cousins were co-topping. Unable to resist, Uzuri stopped to watch. Who wouldn’t?

With the brunette submissive named Alyssa tied to a bondage table, Alastair was dripping hot wax over her bare breasts while Max was using various vibrators on her pussy.

Two Doms at once. “You should try it sometime.” Oooh, Sally should never have suggested the idea. Uzuri had dreamed about the Drago cousins last night and woke up terrified.

Although watching this scene was a little anxiety inducing, it was also hot. Okay, seriously hot. Maybe because Master Alastair was one of the Doms. Like Master Marcus who was a lawyer, Alastair dressed fine. Polished and stylish. He’d tossed his jacket and tie over a chair and wore a button-down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His skin was a few shades darker than Uzuri’s, and he was…gorgeous.

And, truly, Alastair’s rapport with his cousin was refreshing to watch. The two made an amazing team.

“I thought you didn’t like Master Alastair.” Sally appeared and slid an arm around Uzuri’s waist. “Although if that’s true, I’d have to question your taste. Every unattached submissive in the place adores him.”

“Of course they do. Just look at him.” Talk about male perfection. A couple of inches or so over six feet, he was all lean, rippling muscles and chiseled features. Although in the dark clubroom, his eyes matched his skin, in daylight, his eyes were an uncanny and beautiful hazel with the slightest Oriental tilt.

His deep, British-accented baritone was simply icing on the cake.

“I like the way he wears his hair now,” Sally noted.

“Me, too.” A while back, he’d stopped shaving his scalp, and now kept his hair barely long enough to show some crisp curl. A perfectly sculpted short beard framed his sensuous lips and jawline.

If only he were shorter…like well under six feet. She couldn’t possibly be with a man who would tower over her.

“Did you two ever make up?” Sally glanced at her. “I mean, like, a year or so ago, you yelled at him that he was hung up on race issues. I’d never heard you yell at anyone before.”

“You’re right; I was rude. And…it wasn’t true, either.” As guilt gouged her conscience, Uzuri stared down at her shoes. “He was amazing, and I wanted to scene with him—even though he’s awfully tall—but when I was restrained, he bent over me, and I got scared, and I kept panicking, and I couldn’t explain it, and he couldn’t figure out why since I was the one who’d wanted the scene.”

“Oh, wow.” Sally frowned. “But then…”

“He left town afterward, for months. When he returned and wanted to see if we could figure out why I panicked, I went off on him.” She should have apologized. However, every time she’d thought about it, she’d chickened out. What if he got mad at her?

“Oooh. You yelled at a Dom. In public. And accused him of something that wasn’t true?” Sally shook her head. “And now, he’s a Master.”

“I know.” Masters in the Shadowlands were allowed to do almost anything they wanted. Uzuri brightened. “At least, I’m not a trainee any longer.”

“Mmmhmm.” Sally snickered. “Can I watch when you tell Master Z he’s not…really…in charge of you.”

Oh, Lord. Master Z considered all the submissives to be under his charge—especially the trainees—no matter how long ago they’d left the program. “You’re a brat, you know that?”

Sally smirked. “So Galen and Vance keep telling me.” Her gaze returned to the scene. “Wow.”

Max and Alastair had upped the intensity. A sliver of envy ran through Uzuri. What would it be like to be at the mercy of two very experienced, very careful Doms?

Smiling slightly, Alastair splattered hot wax over the submissive’s breasts as his cousin teased her pussy. Alyssa climaxed—again.

“God, they’re good.” Sally fanned herself. “So…back to my question. Did you ever apologize to Alastair?”

“No. I stay out of his path.” Ever since that night, she’d avoided both him and his cousin, Max.

Having arrived with glowing endorsements from a Seattle club, Max had been a Shadowlands member for a few months now. Whether co-topping with Alastair or alone, he’d proven to be a talented and powerful Dominant. No one was surprised when Master Z recommended him for the Master title. The club had voted last week. Uzuri had voted for him—no doubt most of the members had, too.

Uzuri watched him deliberately teasing Alyssa. As with Alastair, if Max were an average size man, she’d have been interested.

He wasn’t anywhere close to average.

In fact, in black jeans, boots, heavy black leather belt, and a tight black T-shirt, Max was more intimidating than anyone else in the room. His biceps looked like boulders, and the way the cotton stretched over his muscular chest was scarily mesmerizing.

He’d pulled his shoulder-length brown hair back in a leather tie, which emphasized his square jaw and high cheekbones. His eyes were an intense blue in his tanned face, his features strikingly chiseled. Like Holt and Alastair, he was model gorgeous. The difference between them was that Max’s expression tended toward the menacing…until he smiled.

His smile could probably coax a nun into messing around behind the altar.

“Well, I think you should woman up and apologize and then do a scene with both Doms. Hey, you survived wax on your pussy hair. Wax dripped on your breasts by the tall, dark, and deadly Drago Doms would make your whole month, right?” Sally shoulder-bumped her and headed back to her own Masters.

Wax on her breasts? With Alastair standing over her? And Max?

Arms around her waist, she watched Max drive Alyssa back to the edge of climax. Every time he eased off, his cousin would pour wax on the submissive’s breasts, each time from a lower height thus increasing the heat. One Dom handed out pain, the other pleasure. Covered in sweat, Alyssa was shaking and begging.

What would it be like to look up into Alastair’s odd-colored hazel eyes and beg? To know that he held all the control. To be the center of all that attention, not only from him but also from his equally powerful cousin?

As Uzuri actually dampened, she backed up a step and another…and bumped into someone. Firm hands gripped her arms, steadied her, and turned her.

She looked up into the silver-gray eyes of Master Z, owner of the Shadowlands.

“Easy, little one.” His smooth, low voice soothed her fears, calming her.

“Excuse me, Sir,” she said.

“There is nothing to excuse.” He gave her a faint smile, his hand still on her shoulder. “What do you think of the scene?”

“The scene?” Heat still simmered inside her along with the desire to be the one they watched so closely and drove so crazy. But she also saw how they’d tower over her in a terrifying way. She averted her gaze. “Um. It’s interesting, and wax play is nice, but…um, three-ways aren’t my thing.”

Master Z’s eyes narrowed, turning even more unreadable. “I see,” he said, his voice soft.

He saw too much was all she could think. Her attempt to edge away was defeated by his hand on her shoulder. “I better get moving. My shift starts now.”

“Of course.” He released her.

Hurrying away, she glanced over her shoulder. He’d resumed watching the scene with a thoughtful expression.

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The Devils Daughter

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THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER
by Katee Robert

FBI agent, Eden Collins is going home… to catch a killer. Fans of Audey Harte’s It Takes One and Kendra Elliott’s Bone Secrets series, will devour The Devil’s Daughter, the fast-paced and suspenseful first book, in the Hidden Sins series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Katee Robert.

Title: The Devil’s Daughter
Author: Katee Robert
Series: Hidden Sins #1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 24, 2017
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Print Length: 316 pages
Format: Digital and Paperback
ISBN: 1503940918

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Synopsis:

Growing up in a small town isn’t easy, especially when you’re the daughter of a local cult leader. Ten years ago, Eden Collins left Clear Springs, Montana, and never once looked back. But when the bodies of murdered young women surface, their corpses violated and marked with tattoos worn by her mother’s followers, Eden, now an FBI agent, can’t turn a blind eye. To catch the killer, she’s going to have to return to the fold.

Sheriff Zach Owens isn’t comfortable putting Eden in danger, even if she is an elite agent. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to be so attracted to her. As calm and cool as she appears, he knows this can’t be a happy homecoming. Zach wants to protect her—from her mother, the cult, and the evil that lurks behind its locked gates. But Eden is his only key to the tight-lipped group, and she may just be closer to the killer than either one of them suspects…

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This was a spine tingler from Katie, and not one of my usual reads  This was a take on the Persephone story, and at times I found myself drifting off

Katie is a wonderful writer, and this series will appeal to murder mystery readers for sure

i give this 3 and a half Stars

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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter| GoodReads | Instagram |

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“This is stupid. Get out of the car. Get out of the car right now.”

She threw her body into motion, half-afraid that if she didn’t force herself to move, she’d sit there until someone decided to report her for being creepy. Who am I kidding? The people in this place are just as likely to knock on the window and ask me if I need any help.

The fall air had a little bite to it, and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Home.

No. It’s not home. It’ll never be home again.

She’d made a life for herself in the FBI, and if she didn’t have much in the way of roots . . . Well, she’d left the possibility of roots behind when she left Clear Springs. Most days it didn’t even bother her that much. She was doing good in the world, using her nontraditional childhood to give her an edge that had helped her make a name for herself over the last six years in the cult division. She was Eden Collins, FBI agent. She wasn’t that scared little girl. Not anymore.

One step at a time, she made her way into the police station. She’d half expected it to be a whirl of motion, with people rushing here and there, trying to come to terms with the fact that death had touched their small town. But there was no one in the room except a man sitting behind the desk in the corner, glaring at the phone on his desk.

Zach Owens.

The golden boy of Clear Springs in every sense. His blond hair was still cropped short, hearkening back to his days as a marine, and his body was obviously well taken care of. This wasn’t a man who’d let his years working in a sleepy little town turn him soft.

While Zach took her in, she conducted her own perusal. She’d never met him personally, but she knew him by reputation and pieces of information stolen via eavesdropping. He’d gone off to war a boy and come back a man with shadows in his eyes. Or maybe she was just seeing him with rose-tinted glasses, the tragic figure representing everything she’d never have. Acceptance. Loyalty. The love of the people here.

Something like jealousy curled through her stomach. It was silly and childish and she was better than that, but it was hard not to resent someone who so obviously fit. Eden had done a bit of traveling since she’d turned eighteen and run as far and fast as she could from her mother, but she’d never found a place that was well and truly hers.

He caught sight of her and narrowed his eyes. “Can I help you?”

Being pinned in place by those blue eyes made her second-guess the intelligence of her plan yet again. It didn’t matter. He needed her help, even if he didn’t know it yet. She stepped forward. “I’m here about the body.”

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By the time she made it back to the courtyard, it was empty, everyone having gone off to their varying duties. Martha might be a monster of a particular variety, but she had a well-run establishment. But then, she would. Keep her people too busy to stop and wonder about some of the insane shit she preaches. That saying about idle hands didn’t originate with the Greeks, but her mother had never been shy about incorporating whatever dogma she found most useful. No one questioned it.

No one but Eden.

And she’d paid for every question she’d asked.

She stopped next to her car, slowing her movements, because if she didn’t exert total control, she was going to fling herself into the driver’s seat and tear out of here as fast as the car could go. She wouldn’t stop in Clear Springs. She’d just keep driving until she put a few states between her and Elysia.

Not an option. You made damn sure of that.

She noticed the door was unlocked and frowned. Had she locked it when she got here? Eden couldn’t be sure. She’d been so rattled and practically bursting with adrenaline and dread that it was entirely possible she’d headed for her mother’s house without pausing to lock the door.

But she didn’t think so.

She opened the driver’s door cautiously, half expecting something to explode. She only had cursory bomb training, so even if she swept the vehicle, she couldn’t be sure she’d find something. If there was even something to find. Hello, paranoia, my old friend. She turned a slow circle, trying to figure out if someone would have had enough time to plant something. If a person had the know-how, setting up a bomb in a half hour was cake.

Way to be reassuring.

She leaned back into the car, a flash of white and yellow catching her eye. Frowning, she leaned in farther and used the pen in her cup holder to hook the circular wreath of daisies lying on the floorboard of the passenger side. It looked like the kind of thing she’d made when she was a kid and bored out of her ever-loving mind during the summer. She’d weave together the flowers that grew in the fields of Elysia into something very similar to this and wear it while she pretended she was Persephone, just waiting for her Hades to appear and whisk her away to be his queen. Eden dropped it like it’d caught fire. She’d completely forgotten about playing that game. Hell, no one knew she’d done it. She’d always been alone out there.

Or so she’d thought.

She wanted to throw the flowers away, to rip the wreath apart and grind it beneath her boots. But it was most definitely some kind of evidence. Even if there was no trace on there to find whoever had left it, it was proof that someone had been watching her when she got here.

Apparently my instincts aren’t as ravaged as I thought.

She wasn’t sure if that was comforting or terrifying.

Trust An Even Hand by Chloe Cox

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Charlene Bastien is a fighter. When her mother skipped town she worked to support herself, and when her father didn’t want anything to do with her, well, she dealt with that too. And when her ex-husband — her Dom — turned out to be an abusive cheater, she got the hell out.
But not without some scars.

And Luke Logan knows all about scars. He wears his own as a reminder of the kind of man he’ll never allow himself to be. But he’s a Dom first and foremost, and that means protecting vulnerable subs.Especially subs who have been hurt so badly that they hide from who they really are. Charlene is the only woman who’s ever touched his heart, and he’ll repay that favor by showing her just how strong she really is–even if he has to tie her down to do it.
Just so long as she doesn’t get any ideas. Luke Logan is not a Dom who settles down. And he’s not a Dom who lets subs get too close–for their own protection.
But when Charlene’s ex comes back to town, Luke knows his place is by her side, making sure that man never hurts her again. He’s never known a woman like her before, and as the chemistry between them builds, he knows he’d walk through fire to protect her.
And he’ll have to.

But as the heat between them builds into a roaring flame, can Luke protect her from the one thing he can’t control — his heart?

TRUST AN EVEN HAND is the tenth stand alone sugarkink romance in the Club Volare series. It’s perfect for people who love their happily ever afters and like a lot of sugar with their kink. 😉

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It’s back to Club Volare, and I certainly can’t believe we are at book ten already. I actually remember when book one came out, (Sold To The Sheikh) I positively fell in love with the series then, and I was keeping my fingers crossed that we would see more of the characters of Club Volare.
I love the fact that the stories have been spread out in different locations. We now have Clubs in 3 different locales that our cast hail out of. In Trust an Even Hand, Charlene finally gets her story. If you remember, she helped Olivia and Gavin get their HEA.
Charlie has her issues with trust though, thanks to her ex. Enter Luke Logan, friend of Gavin, Dom, and someone Charlie has wanted for years. But she’s also no longer trusting of men, particularly Doms.
With wedding mishaps popping up everywhere, Luke has been sticking to Charlie like glue. But what happens when the fireworks start to explode?
This is one incredible book in the series, I had to stand up and cheer for how Luke handled Charlie’s ex, and I thought that they made a great couple. I am also eagerly awaiting Holt and Simone’s book, it’s going to be awesome!
I give this book 5 Domalicious Stars
(Yes, I’m using stars!)
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