“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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Never Have I Ever, Kennedy Fox Edition

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Happy Release Day to Kennedy Fox and Falling for the Playboy! You can read my early review of Falling for the Playboy here.

If you don’t know who Kennedy Fox is, here is the short version: Brooke Cumberland and Lyra Parish joined together to write under the pseudonym Kennedy Fox, and for a while remained a secret until coming out of the Author closet last year (August 2017). They have written 12 books together as the KF duo, and have so much more planned for the future. Specializing in baby fever and Harry Potter references (my official tag line for y’all now, get use to it, LOVE YOU), they write contemporary romance with a bit of angst and drama. Alpha males and the women who put them in their place. Consistently improving their craft, I look forward to what they bring me in 2019.

You can keep up with them on all their social media accounts for fun updates and shenanigans :

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But for now, NOW, we celebrate Olivia and Maverick’s ride of a lifetime (wink!) with a fun (and totally dirty) Falling for the Playboy inspired game of Never Have I Ever, accompanied by Taylor Swift .gifs (because Kfox are total Swiftys).

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Never have I ever written a sex scene based on my own experiences
Brooke: I have, I’m sure!
Lyra: I have, I think. Can’t recall anything specific though.

Never have I ever fantasized over my own characters
Brooke: This seems awfully personal, April. But I’m gonna have to say never.
Lyra: Never. Now actors, that’s a different story.

Never have I ever wanted to kill off one of my heroes
Brooke: Never!
Lyra: I have. But it didn’t happen.

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Never have I ever Googled myself more than 5 times
Brooke: I have, mostly early in my career tho.
Lyra: Never. LOL! I’m not that important.

Never have I ever broken the law
Brooke: Well, is it breaking the law if you didn’t get caught? LOL! Just kidding. But yeah, I have.
Lyra: I have. Every single day on my way to work.

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Never have I ever had a piercing in a place hidden by clothing
Brooke: Never. I’m boring.
Lyra: I have. Let your mind wander.

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Never have I ever lied about my age
Brooke: I have, probably when I was younger though and thought being older was cooler.
Lyra: I have, we used to underage drink at a karaoke bar.

Never have I ever gone on an extended (more than a day) road trip
Brooke: I have! My family and I used to road trip to Nebraska all the time to visit family when I was younger.
Lyra: I have! I usually do once a year. 10 days was the longest!

Never have I ever sent a sext
Brooke: Pff Did that yesterday.
Lyra: I have, I’m sure. Can’t recall anything though.

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Never have I ever talked in my sleep
Brooke: According to my husband, I have.
Lyra: I have. “In my life, I only want one.”

Never have I ever broke the no fraternizing rule
Brooke: Well crap. I have totally. I married my boss which was obviously a big no-no.
Lyra: Never. Because gross. None of my bosses have ever been attractive.

Never have I ever sung karaoke
Brooke: I have totally. Didn’t say I was any good tho.
Lyra: I have. And I kill it. Every. Single. Time.

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Never have I ever had sex in a public place
Brooke: Does in a car in a parking lot count?
Lyra: Never. I’m too much of a square.

Never have I ever done some thing Vegas that STAYED in Vegas
Brooke: errr I have. Maybe. Fight club rules.
Lyra: Never. Never been to Vegas.

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Never have I ever wanted to rewrite the ending of a book
Brooke: Yes I have, but only because it ends up messing up with the next interconnected book and sometimes I go back and wish we didn’t put ourselves in that position. However, it’s always worked itself out 🙂
Lyra: I have. That’s why I don’t like rereading my old books.

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Falling for the Playboy

Never trust a man who gets paid to take off his clothes for a living and then uses it as a pick-up line to get girls in bed with him.

That should’ve been enough for me to call in sick that day.

I’ve worked with male cover models like him before and they’re all the same—smooth-talking, sexy as sin, egotistical know-it-alls who think they’re God’s gift to women—all traits I know to steer clear of. 42374121

Assisting authors comes with many perks—reading on the job, using my organizing skills on a daily basis, drinking coffee by the gallons—but Maverick Kingston barges into my life and demands more than I can handle.

When we’re forced to road trip across the country together, he pushes every boundary I have and rearranges my thoughts on playing it safe. And when he “accidentally” drops his towel, he makes it very clear what he’s offering and proves he’s packing more than abs of steel under his clothes.

Working with him was brutal, but falling for him was unexpected.

And playing by the rules will be impossible.

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