I call dibs on Teagan Hunter. Forever.

With the release of Text Me Baby One More Time, we have the conclusion to the Texting series. An interconnected, stand alone series of RomCom gold (*HIGHLY recommended to read in order, however, trust me).

I love you, he said.

Forever, he said.

Turns out, he lied.

When he leaves me high and dry after a cross-country move, I push him out of my life as much as I can, which is hard to do when the guy who broke your heart also happens to be the most famous dude in town.

After a disastrous year, he’s aiming to rehab his reputation, and I just so happen to be aiming for a promotion at the paper.

So, we strike a deal, and it’s a win-win all around.

Besides, what’s the harm in a few dates to charity galas anyway?

He’s arrogant, a total jerk. There’s no way I’ll fall for him…again.

I used to love him. Now I hate him…I think.

Text Me Baby One More Time is a second chance, enemies (but ARE they?) to lovers romance that packs a heady dose of humor, swoon and yes, yes, sexy times.

“Well, this tension-filled silence is my cue. Have a good night with your right hand, [Cap].” And there it is. This tension she’s referring to is unfinished business. We both know it, and if I can get [Bucky] to give me the time of day, I intend to finish it. “I’ll have you know I’m a switch-hitter. I was going to give Lefty some showtime tonight.”

Teagan blends humor and heart so seamlessly, and I find myself in awe at how she writes these characters straight into our own hearts, forever. The bantering (throughout the entire series even) is effortless and relatable. It’s so natural, it’s easy to forget it’s fiction.

The way Teagan writes is so unassuming, one moment I’m laughing, literally, out loud, the next, my stomach bottoms out in the best way from the intense, subtle swoon I mention so frequently. The sex is hot, the romance is real, and the high you’ll be feeling from it all is lethal.

Cap and Bucky. Oy. Bucky and Cap. These two- their undeniable and unavoidable attraction of mind, body and heart is palatable.

Young love isn’t always right, but when it is, it’s the rightest kind of right there is…and if my heart is telling me one thing, it’s that [Cap] and me? We’re right, and I’m ready to fight for it.

They share a history, one of our kismet, one that hurts, one that you feel yourself yelling out famously, “I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU” as it crumbles suddenly but not altogether unexpectedly. I mean, we need some kind of angsty bullshit bullshit to allow for angry sex, yeah?

If we’re not slinging insults at one another, we don’t know how to act. You’d never guess from the way we interact that [Bucky] and I share a long, painful history.

It’s difficult not to go into great detail, because while this story is fun and generally light-hearted, going in blind is the best thing you could do. There is texting, there is quick wit, A PUG, nerdiness, redemption and an encore from an ensemble cast we have grown to love so fiercely.

Nothing I say will do this story, this series, Teagan herself, any justice. You have to experience it for yourself, and you can thank me later.

…what if you were everything I expected and hoped for? What if we did work out? What if we didn’t fail? What if you didn’t regret it for a second? What if the fucking Pope shits in the goddamn woods? There are a lot of what-ifs in life.” She shakes her head. “Being chickenshit isn’t a reason to walk away from something.”


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Early Review: Falling for the Cowboy, Kennedy Fox

“I didn’t get your name,” he says.

“I didn’t give it to you.” I walk around him, set my plate down on the table, then march back upstairs.

Falling for the Cowboy is the final story in Kennedy Fox’s Bedtime Reads- think of them like quickies. Full length, standalones that are 100% bingeable- read ’em in one sitting.


Blurb:

Never trust a man who wears nothing more than a cowboy hat and ripped jeans who asks if you’d like to save a horse and ride a . . . well, you get the picture. 

That should’ve been enough for me to walk away. 
I’ve been warned on several occasions about southern men—with their sexy accents, charming manners, and the ability to easily get any woman in bed—which is something I’ll be avoiding. 

Being a professional photographer has many perks—traveling around the world, calling all the shots, and working with subject matter that isn’t bad to look at—but Colton Langston with his washboard abs and baby blue eyes, could care less about my current project. He’s trouble, I know it, and he’s
determined to make me work for every single photo.

When I’m forced into riding lessons, I get way more than I ever bargained for, and by the time my trip is over, I’m in too deep. Being with him was thrilling, but falling for him was unpredictable. 
And ignoring him will be impossible.


Cowboy is bittersweet in many ways, while Keeping Him was an end to a Kfox era, (the Bishops) Cowboy is like the cherry on top as we make our way back to the Bishop ranch one last time.

Presley is a photographer first, but ultimately a Bookstagrammer and jesusfuckingchrist, how perfectly meta. Colton works for the Bishops on the ranch, doing cowboy things, and being sexy as fuck, obviously. I don’t know how Brooke and Lyra did it (dragging me kicking and screaming), but I now have a bit of a thing for cowboys. Thanks for that, y’all.

“Watch out for those cowboys though. They’ll rope your heart with one end then tie you up with the other.”

A strict “no sexy times with the guests” and a gorgeous red head with curves that demand you buckle up and hang on make for a hot, tension powered, quick read with a satisfying happily ever after.

“So you’ve never ridden before?” I ask.

“Not a horse,” she quips. Instantly, the thought of her riding me enters my mind, but I try to push it away. I can’t help imagining my fingers digging into her thick hips as she takes me whole. Fuck.

Presley is doing what she wants, living her best life, but Colton throws a horseshoe into the mix, and suddenly she is torn between chasing her dreams and allowing new ones to root- ones that don’t involve her solo adventures around the country/world.

The playfulness between these two makes it impossible not to root for them from the start. When they finally stop fighting the pull they have towards each other, it is sweet and sultry.

She looks up at me and I place my finger under her chin. I know I shouldn’t kiss her, I shouldn’t make a move, but when she licks her lips, I can’t deny the way I feel. I slowly lean in and watch her eyes flutter closed and it’s all the permission I need.

When you learn that Colton is going to be that guy that will support his woman’s dreams, her ambitions, will refuse to hold her back from taking on the world- it is stupid to deny how utterly perfect he is.

I feel like I’m falling for Colton all over again, to be honest.

Falling for the Cowboy is a sweet, fun romance with trademark Kennedy Fox steam that makes you swoon.


Available NOW on iBooks, Nook (B&N) and Kobo, but only for 48 hours! You can still preorder on Amazon, where it releases on midnight, January 31st. It will then be exclusively on Amazon and Amazon KU.

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Things to know:

  • Can read as a complete standalone and is a full-length 70k word novel
  • If you’re a fan of the Bishop Brothers series than you’re going to LOVE this one! You see plenty of those Bishop twins!
  • Includes a 10k bonus story of Travis & Viola from the Checkmate Duet Series!

“[Meagan] is trouble. Problem is, I like the taste of trouble.”

Listen.

I have no idea how to write this review. I am sleep deprived and hungover (from this book) as fuck. Did I steal a quote from Maddoc, and insert Meagan’s name? Yes, I did- BECAUSE IT IS EFFECTIVE.

Meagan Brandy is fucking trouble. The best kind.

This story is making proverbial waves in the Romance community right now, and at the time of writing this it currently sits high in the top 100 paid in Kindle store. It is easily being compared to other series of similar nature that have come before it- but do NOT let that get your panties in a twist. Meagan has taken a particular niche in the mature young adult/ NA (New Adult) genre (specifically the lives of rich boys, poor girls and all the exaggerated drama it can bring, not to mention sexual exploits that I only dreamed about when I was in High School) and put her own spin on it. With so few stories in this particular group of tropes, it’s hard not to compare (or for those bitter bitches, to say it’s a blatant copy).

Boys of Brayshaw High is my first book by Meagan, and it sure as fuck won’t be my last. Especially since I would probably be willing to kill a kitten to get my hands on BoBH #2.

“Girls like you aren’t exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way.” 

Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for “troubled teens”. 

I didn’t listen, and now I’m on their radar. 

They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they’ve deemed me fit. 

Too bad for them, I don’t follow rules. 
Too bad for me, they’re determined to make sure I do. 

Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings…these are the boys of Brayshaw High. 

And I’m the girl who got in their way. 

I was not expecting this book, or these characters. Raven Carver is the hero we all need. She is 17, and has lived a life that has hardened her into someone who knows how to handle her shit. How to defend herself, how to survive.

“Mess with me again… and see what happens. I don’t play poker, princess, I lay it all out upfront. You’ve got a problem? Put it on the table or find another to play your little game.”

It’s hard to be frustrated by her lack of attachments (to people and things), at her unwillingness to trust anyone. She lives by doing what needs to be done and nothing more. She isn’t sorry for it, and doesn’t expect pity. She is observant as fuck, and that is one of her key survival skills, knowing how to read a situation, how to read people. You want her to trust, to admit to herself that she is allowed to and can have feelings other than a perpetual simmering rage and inherent mistrust. I have a serious girlcrush on our RaeRae and the fact that she grows as a character (spoilers alert: for someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she surely knows how to make one hell of a noble sacrifice) by the end of the book makes it harder not to love her.

The boys of Brayshaw are what reverse harem dreams are made of. And I mean, there is that ONE SCENE.

But April, what is a reverse harem? I’m so glad you asked! Easiest answer is this: … the gentlemen in question – at least three of them, usually more – solely focus all their care on our heroine, and only on our heroine, at all times.  [credit: WHERE (ALL) THE BOYS ARE — REVERSE HAREMS EXPLAINED]

Maddoc, Captain and Royce demand respect. They don’t ask for it. Ever. In fact, I’m certain they don’t ask for anything- they take it or it’s given to them freely.

“It’s funny though, it’s usually the preppy jocks wth gelled up hair and button-ups who run around believing their dicks are magic who run shit. The ones with clean and clear paths to ivy leagues and legacies, those are the type most choose to follow, oping for an arm in.

But these three…they’re the exact opposite of a pretty boy.

The way they walk, all tall and assertive, forceful and dripping in swag, a physical dominance so solid it commands your attention- there’s nothing clean cut or classic about them. And if my intuition is as on point as usual, then the line they walk is a little more than crooked. “

These boys are a unit- they move, and think as one (yet clearly, their roles within are defined), and only trust each other. They have a connected past, raised together as brothers despite not sharing blood. They wear a mask, but that mask cracks after Raven chips away at it- unknowingly. She gives each of the boys something they need, “someone for Captain to care for, someone for Royce to worry about, someone for Maddoc to protect.” And while our RaeRae thinks that’s all there is to it, she’s blessedly ignorant.

“If someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.” “I can’t do that.” He pushes closer, his expression angrier. “Why not?” “Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”

Some may (and have said) there is no plot to this, but I disagree- BOBH is the set up, it’s the slow incline on an angst driven drama roller coaster, the cliffhanger being exactly that- you, hanging there, knowing you’re about to fucking fall, because with self-sacrificing comes some of the best emotional, frustrating, yet exciting rides.

While to some, this story may “drag”, and I get it (I personally don’t think so, but hey- opinions, am I right?), but I think it’s done deliberately- setting you up for what is to come. There is more to this than privileged boys who all gravitate towards a girl from the literal wrong side of town- they aren’t good boys, they have skeletons dancing in their closets same as Raven, and I can not wait to dance with them in the following books.

This is the kind of story you become easily addicted to, staying up until you are sleep drunk, and then you ask yourself why is it so fucking special? What about this (amazing) nonsense is so intoxicating? And I think a big draw is the taboo element. The story itself isn’t taboo, but the fact that us grown ass women (mid thirties, here) are reading and lusting after 18 year olds (shamelessly, might I add) increases the exhilaration while reading.

I will absolutely be pushing this book into the hands of anyone who is willing to inhale the fantasy of it, the escape this deliciously, deviant spectacle of lusty fiction provides.

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“Wrong Number, Right Guy” Let’s Get Textual, by Teagan Hunter

Coincidentally, it is in the follow up to Let’s Get Textual that describes this story so simply, and perfectly-

Somehow that wrong number turned into the purest, easiest love I’ve ever witnessed.

I Wanna Text You Up, Teagan Hunter

Contemporary romance, romantic comedies, these are not my go-to when I’m looking for quality smut. I want it dangerous, dark and dirty as fuck. Somehow, Teagan Hunter slipped in with her dick (and clit!) jokes and baby goats and I fell in love. My fangirl status went from “Oh, she’s some author that wrote these books my best friend loves” to ” HI TEAGAN, IT’S ME AGAIN, I KNOW I’M A LITTLE CRAZY BUT LET’S PLEASE BE BEST FRIENDS, THANKS!”

Zach: What about Mexican?

Me: Can I just eat the free chips and salsa?

Zach: No. How about Italian?

Me: Can you be any more cliche?

Zach: I’m sure I can find a way.

Zach: Are you allergic to anything?

Me: Human souls.

Let’s Get Textual, Teagan Hunter

I bought Let’s Get Textual to take with my to Holidays with the Belles (a signing event in Dallas, Texas this coming February)- and I realized that with just over two weeks left until then, I should probably introduce myself to some of the HWTB authors’ writing that I have yet to read.

I started reading in the car pick-up line yesterday afternoon, without any regard to the the title or the glorious abs gracing the cover (and I’m typically an arms and back girl, but dayum Teagan, where’d you find this stud?).

By chapter three I was cackling so loud and and hell bent on the television babysitting the spawn for the rest of the night so mama could read. “Just call the T.V. Mom, kids!” (this happens more than I should probably admit to be honest) I finished the book within 7 hours of off and on reading. The pacing is quick, but not rushed, and even so I desperately wanted more. More of Zach and Delia.

Their banter was effortless, and so fucking relatable. Their chemistry was like a sky full of cliched fireworks, but still, undeniably natural and got me feelin’ some kind of way. I would laugh and then swoon, laugh, then swoon- it was like a happy horny roller coaster complete with cockblocking goat.

We’re lying face to face in the middle of the bed, the blanket draped over our waists, grinning like fools.

“What?” I whisper.

“I made it in.”

“What?” I ask again, confused.

“Your special Hufflepuff-only chamber of secrets.”

Let’s Get Textual, Teagan Hunter

There isn’t much drama, or even graphic, gratuitous sex (something far more common in my regular smut reads), but that subtle swoon and sweetness on top of the humor was more than enough to satisfy. Teagan just proves that you don’t always need constant thrusting cocks and panties that need changing after a single look to write a wonderfully addictive, romantic, hilarious story.

The only downside to reading an actual paperback is I don’t highlight every snarky comment or sexy scene or confession of love- but let me tell you right fucking now, Let’s Get Textual is worthy of any and all lady boners (admitted or not). I’ve got a massive girl crush on Teagan’s writing and am currently binging the rest of the Text series.

“I could love you one day, Zach,” I whisper against his mouth.

“I think it’s too late for me, Delia.”

Let’s Get Textual, Teagan Hunter

Oh but, loving you is easy- Hating to Love You, by Erin Rylie

Erin Rylie feels like a seasoned veteran of the Romance genre with her debut, Hating to Love You. Despite the fact that I easily award books with five stars for pure enjoyment, it is rather difficult to actually impress me, however, Erin has done just that with Rafe and Sophie’s story.

Hating to Love You takes tried and true romantic elements, but makes them feel new again. Though separate, they each have their own pasts that have dictated the present. Sad circumstances that make them who they are and how they react to being thrown into situations, like Rafe’s inability to be open about his childhood for fear of rejection, both romantically and especially within his career. Sophie has been burned again and again by men and so, naturally, she is immediately dismissive of anyone that even resembles a ‘playboy’.

Rafe finds himself the subject of a lot of attention as he becomes Houston’s Hot Cop, while Sophie is saddled with the unfortunate task of interviewing him for a series of articles. What Sophie wasn’t expecting, of course, was the immediate attraction. While expected within a romance novel, Erin makes Sophie feel so much more real by bringing the trope to the forefront of our heroine’s mind, “So this is what insta-lust feels like. Holy Shit.” Not only did Rafe laugh out loud (because Sophie inadvertently said it out loud), but I did too.

This story is seasoned perfectly with moments like this, that make the characters feel more real, despite the common plot themes that accompany contemporary romance.

Hating to Love You is undeniably sweet, it has heart, humor and it has steam-

” The door hadn’t even completely closed before his mouth was on hers. He kissed her like a starving man, like he needed the air in her lungs to breathe. One hand pushed through her hair, grasping the back of her neck, while the other slid down her body. Everywhere he touched sparked at the contact. His hand moved slowly down her side, caressing the side of her breast, her waist, and then her hip before sliding around to grab her ass. He cupped her firmly in one palm and tugged her forward, pressing his chest against hers. “

The dialogue between our characters, main and supporting, feels effortless, natural. At under 300 pages, it is a shorter story, but the pacing is spot on- including the time jumps that occur. Nothing feels rushed. What could easily have suffered from a plot dump (throwing everything together at the end in a giant clusterfuck), was again, handled with ease by Erin.

One of the driving forces of this story is not necessarily the fact that they are forced to work together, but what happens as a result of their insta-lust.

Minor Spoilers Ahead

It is boldly hinted at in the description that Sophie becomes pregnant, but somehow that didn’t register with me when I briefly scanned in and so I went in primarily blind when starting this book. It should be no surprise that I detest baby romances (that is, if you follow me on Instagram), however, when I realized that this is what Hating to Love You was at it’s heart, I wasn’t mad about it- not one bit. Erin has a way about her writing that drew me in immediately. The pregnancy itself is used to bring Sophie and Rafe closer, to build their relationship and guide us to the Happily Ever After (and subsequent Epilogue cliffhanger! DAMN YOU ERIN). And maybe that is why it was so easy for me to love, while Sophie’s 9 months is the glue, it is Sophie and Rafe’s relationship that holds our attention so completely.

Though our leads are center stage, it is hard to ignore the supporting cast. Kelsey and Carlos feel immediately fleshed out, which is not something I expect from a debut author, but again, Erin is a unicorn. I cannot wait to dive into Kelsey’s head (and have my drama fueled heart sated by her very tenuous relationship with her ex-husband). I can already anticipate the hidden depths to Carlos, resident charmer. There is always more going on beneath the surface and I cannot wait to see what Erin brings us in book two of Houston’s Finest series.


Get Hating to Love You (Houston’s Finest) on Amazon, available as an ebook, and paperback. It is also a part of the Kindle Unlimited Library.

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