Happy Wine / Book Wednesday! This week, I'm bringing you a sexy pairing that is the perfect summer romance reading experience. Cassie Faber's Whiskey Whispers is the fourth book in her Angelbay Harbor series and goes great with this Maso Canali Pinot Grigio. Pick up both and settle in with this hot pair. Be sure to check out my review down below. Happy Wine Wednesday, everybody, and happy reading!
♥Sassy Southern heiress McKenzie Irving has it all—wealth, beauty and love…or so it seems. Struggling to deal with abandonment issues and the constant fight for her absent father’s attention she rebels by getting engaged to her family’s biggest enemy and most eligible bachelor in Texas, Jackson Montgomery, who agrees to the elaborate lie to get back at her father.
Soon the loveless engagement turns sour and McKenzie, seeking an escape, turns to the small town of Angelbay Harbor where she meets broody bad boy Warwick Mason who runs a local Auto Shop with his brother.
♥Warwick is hell on a crucifix with a past as dark as his ebony eyes. Growing up on the streets of Brooklyn he’s no stranger to pain or violence, but his past doesn’t prepare him for the hurricane that blonde beauty McKenzie brings with her the moment she steps foot in Angelbay.
After their first sizzling hot one-night stand, Warwick and McKenzie agree to a no strings attached arrangement, but after nine months it begins to dawn on Warwick that walking away is not going to be an easy thing.
There’s a storm brewing on the horizon, but are Warwick and McKenzie ready for the downpour that will threaten to drown their love in a raging sea of their innermost fears and deepest desires?
⚠This book is intended for MATURE/ADULT audiences ONLY and contains strong/foul language, violence, and graphic sex scenes.
From my review:
Great third book in this small town, badboys series! Warwick is my favorite Angelbay bad boy so I was really excited to read his book and I liked that we got to learn Mckenzie’s back story. They make a complicated, sexy couple and I loved watching them come to terms with the fact that they needed each other. This book was super fast paced and packed a lot of drama, not to mention plenty of drool worthy descriptions of hot-as-sin tough guy, Warwick. Waiting for book four!
Happy Book Teaser Tuesday! Here's a little something from Crystal Tide. Xieran - What can I say? He's just so sexy. *Sigh*
Hi, romance readers! I'm moving my book excerpt share days around a bit and, today, I thought I'd share a little something from my work in progress, Storm Tide. Karr and Isdra's story is book 4 in the Tides of Atlantis series. I'm having so much fun with the couple in this book. Karr and Isdra have sparks flying right from the beginning. This scene here is when they, finally, meet up for real...
Storm Tide Excerpt:
“In here,” Isdra grunted under the weight of the Northman. She and Sven had dragged him from the alley behind the museum. The look of surprise on Sven’s face when the giant of a man went down from the blow to the head he’d administered would have been laughable if not for the situation.
“Isdra,” Sven panted as they tugged the warrior into her room, “tell me again why we can’t call the police? This madman chased you through town with murder in his eyes.”
“No police,” Isdra said. They both heaved together as they pulled him unceremoniously onto the bed. “It would draw too much attention.”
She knew that explanation made no sense. Sven looked at her as though she’d gone mad. The assassins had said ‘no police,’ not that she’d even thought of enlisting the humans’ to help her cause. What could they do? She was dealing with ancient curses here, enchanted swords and the like. She couldn’t tell anyone that, certainly not Sven. He still thought of her as hapless foreigner with amnesia. He had no idea she belonged to a completely different species from a realm of warring kingdoms beneath the sea. The humans loved their fairytales, but she knew better than to suggest to any of them that the creatures they thought of as ‘mermaids’ really did exist.
“That makes no sense, Isdra,” Sven voiced the words in her head. “He tried to kill you.”
The man on the bed groaned, but his eyes remained closed.
“Shh, Sven, don’t wake him.”
Sven crossed his arms, giving her a cross look. She couldn’t remember him ever looking at her like that before. It made her want to laugh, but she held it in. Poor Sven. Here he was, helping her yet again. She could tell though that he was at the end of his rope. A light bulb went off in her head at that idea.
“We need some rope,” she said.
“Yes, to tie him with.” She rolled her eyes. This whole situation had her at her wits end. How in the world had the Viking man survived the sea? When he woke, she would make him tell her everything. Then he would give her the sword. He didn’t have it on him, but he had to be hiding it somewhere. She looked down at the giant of a man her friend had managed to clobber over the head. His clothes from before were gone—all of his warrior’s furs and leather. Now, he wore a black, tight fitting Norhtface jacket over a gray thermal undershirt with a dark blue athletic t-shirt over, a dark pair of snow pants and boots. The muscles in his arms and chest couldn’t even begin to be camouflaged by all the layers. Just like before, in the cave, the sight of him left her breathless.
She looked up from the man to Sven who stood there, staring at her with a strange look on his ruddy face.
“Go,” she whispered, “quickly. We need to get him tied before he wakes up again.”
She looked back down at the Viking. The big man was so much more pleasant when asleep. Where had that thought come from? She really had gone insane.
“I’m not going to leave you here alone with him!” Sven whisper yelled.
“What are you going to do?”
“What do you mean what am I going to do?” Isdra had about had it with her friend. He might be loyal, but he did not take orders well—would not make a good warrior. “I’m going to take off his clothes!”
Sven looked absolutely scandalized. Isdra shook her head.
“Oh, for… er… sky’s sakes, or whatever you all say, Sven.” She made an annoyed sweep of her arm to indicate the outside even though they were in her basement apartment and she didn’t have a window. “A naked man can’t run away in the snow now can he?”
Sven’s jaw dropped. He looked from her to the unconscious man on the bed.
Isdra had had enough.
Without another word, he shook his head and left. Isdra turned back to the task at hand.
“Yes, right,” she began mumbling to herself, “men without clothes don’t run off in sub degree temperatures. And that is why I am doing this. That’s the only reason I’m touching you. The. Only. Reason.”
You beautiful, golden beast of a man, she added in her head. She let out a small disgusted sound even as the palms of her hands tingled.
“Gods, do you have to be so good looking?” She asked of no one within hearing.
Oh-so-gingerly she undid the zip on his coat then, one at a time, she pulled them off his arms—no easy task considering how heavy they were and the whole time she worried he’d wake. Fortunately, he slept on. Next, she reached out for the hem of his shirt very carefully. A breath away from his belt line, the warrior inhaled. His stomach bumped against her fingertips. She jumped back, freezing in place at the contact. He let out a loud snore, the sound rattling Isdra’s frayed nerves even more. She waited for several seconds, but he remained asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, she moved close to him again, looking him over in the low light of her bedroom.
His hair was the color of late summer wheat, a shade lighter than his amber eyes. Dark blue designs crept up his skin on one side of his neck then disappeared beneath his shirt. The soft rise and fall of his breathing pulled her focus to his torso, lulling her with its rhythm, making her realize how tired she’d become all of a sudden. His chest seemed like a really nice place to lie down. He was so broad. Everything about him looked warm and inviting, the perfect cushion on a cold winter’s night.
“Ridiculous, Isdra,” she scolded herself, “some Arelani warrior you are! Going and getting flustered at the sight of a man.” She shook her head then started pulling at his clothing, starting with his boots. “If your father, the king could only see you now…” one heavy wet shoe fell to the floor then the other, “… losing your edge,” she pulled off a sock, “breaking concentration and getting… what is it the humans say? Dis-com-boobed?” then the next. Ignoring his lower region for the time being, because there was only so much she could stand at one time, she moved up and yanked both of the shirts he wore up to the middle of his rock hard belly. Sweet gods, the feel of him! He was indeed as warm as he looked, with skin like velvet poured over chiseled stone. Closing her eyes—mostly—she wrestled the shirts the rest of the way off of him.
When she did look, all the air left her lungs and her mouth went dry. It looked as though the Nordic gods had forged him specifically for an example of what a warrior should look like. He was so tall his feet hung off the end of her small bed. Every line and ridge of his abdomen stood out distinctly under his golden skin. The tattoos on his neck stretched down and fanned out over his chest. They covered both of his arms, trailing intricately over his entire torso in the sharp angled patterns of the ancient Norse. Over one side of his chest, a dragon curved all the way across his shoulder and down his arm, flames flying out of its mouth. Intricate designs travelled all the way the side of his torso, over his hip and abdomen, disappearing down beneath the top of his pants.
His pants that her fingers were curling into the waistband of even as she stood there drooling. Isdra blinked, realizing that she’d not only drank in the sight of his entire bare upper half with her eyes, but she’d also felt every inch with her hands. She looked at the space of fabric below her fists, her mouth going dry when she noticed the sizable bulge there. Oh! That place between the tops of her legs clenched.
Her stare jumped up to his face. He still slept. But… was there the slightest hint of a smile on his lips? Impossible. Footsteps clunked down the three stairs to the lower level of the small museum that she called home. Isdra rolled her eyes once more at Sven’s lack of stealth. Quickly, she grabbed the blanket off the floor and threw it over the warrior. He could keep the pants.
Once Sven entered the room they proceeded to tie him to the bed. With a last glance at the man in her bed, she left, locking the door behind her.
If you haven't started the Tides of Atlantis series yet, here's the reading order so far. You can find them on Amazon and even read them for free on Kindle Unlimited! Descriptions and buy links can be found here under the "Books" tab.
King of the Tides
Hi, everybody! Happy Wine and Books Wednesday! I'm back here on the blog after a long break, bringing you my some of my favorite books and wines again. One thing I love to do in the summer months is catch up on my tbr list--or at least try anyway. I also love reading fun romance novellas so this week's pairing features the super cute, super hot Laundry Day by Author Kyra Fox and Josh Cellars' Savignon Blanc. If you enjoy meet cutes, sassy heroines and swoon worthy hunks all wrapped up nicely in a fun novella with a refreshing savignion blanc on the side, then this is the pair for you. Grab up a copy of Laundry Day today and pour yourself a glass. Happy Reading!
All Chloe wanted was to do her laundry quietly and uninterrupted, no such luck.
There's one last available washing machine in the neighborhood laundromat, and she's not the only one who has her eye on it.
Chloe isn't one to back off easy, but neither is the handsome stranger laying claim to her machine, eventually, they realize they'll have to share if they ever want to get out of there, and when the spin cycle ends, they go their separate ways.
Only Chloe's accidentally left him a little lacy red souvenir.
Noah just got out of a relationship and he's focused on getting his footing on his new beat in Boston after transferring from Chicago, but when the feisty Chloe crosses his path in the most unexpected of ways, he can't ignore the attraction, even if she does kind of scare him.
Oh, and did I mention they're neighbors?
As their paths keep crossing and sparks fly, will Noah manage to convince Chloe to lower her guards and see that they were meant to be?
From my review:
This is a great little novella. I really enjoyed Chloe and Noah’s meet cute right at the very beginning. Noah is a super sexy cop, new on the block and Chloe is the sassy heroine that steals not only his washing machine at the neighborhood Laundromat but his heart as well. When a pair of errant panties wind up in the wrong laundry pile, let’s just say sparks fly. Loved this fun couple and this quick, sexy read!
For your Teaser Tuesday pleasure: Here are a couple of excerpts from the Tides-crossed lovers in Book 1.
If you're experiencing those inevitable "dog days of summer" doldrums, then Slip into the Tides to cool off, or rather steam things up, with Amanda V. Shane's new Fantasy Romance, Tides of Atlantis series. Get ready for whirlwind adventure, hot as sin demigods, and sassy heroins. Not to mention, amazing Miami sunsets, and of course, sex on the beach in Moontide, Book 1. If a time out of time, hunky, seventeenth century ship captain lost in the modern era doesn't float your boat then I don't know what will! Ronan is all old world alpha, all hero and definitely not prepared for a modern day city girl to rock his world.
Get swept away with Ronan and Cindy in this fun, new, Mythology Romance series!
What Tides of Atlantis Readers Are Saying
Shane's world and character building is strong and she lays a wonderful foundation for more Tides of Atlantis books. - The Lusty Literarians
There is romance, humor and mystery combined in an entertaining story that is a real page turner. - Nova on Amazon
This story far surpasses the genre of romance novel. It contained some strong characters that weave through moments of suspense, intrigue, and magic. It moves with grace through mythology and history and I honestly didn’t even think about Ronan’s six pack throughout most of the book. - Amazon reviewer
The combination of Greek mythology, a steamy affair, and a wonderful sense of humor make this a delightful read. Working out the various supblots created another level of intrigue and interest as well. - P. Kavanaugh
A gripping and tantalising contemporary "mythology" filled with Greek Gods, demons and a sassy heroine who'll melt your heart. - A. Vogel
Wonderfully written, fantastic plot, pure enchantment. - K.A. Neeson
Hi, Romance Readers! It's been a while. I've been busy soaking up some summer fun with the kiddies so I haven't been here on the blog in while, but I wanted to take the opportunity to show off some great indie romance author friends of mine that you may not have heard of yet. Finding indie authors you love can be like finding hidden treasure. And here's a little secret--these writers are super active on their social media accounts so you can really get to know them and get an insider view of their writing process. Plus, they're just super fun to hang out with. One of my favorite accounts on Instagram, Soul Sister Romance (Instagram handle: @soulsisterromance) just did a logo blast. I hope you'll go and check it out and find some new authors to love. Happy reading!
About the Author
Amanda V Shane is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance and is currently working on her Tides of Atlantis series about the super hot lost kings of Atlantis as well as her Enchanted Lands Romances.