Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Wilde Riders by Savannah Young - Review

Wilde Riders
Old Town Country Romance
Book One
Savannah Young

Genre:   Contemporary Romance
Publisher:  Short on Time Books
Date of Publication:  February 11, 2014
ISBN: 1495442977
Number of pages: 186 pages
Word Count:  49,000
Cover Artist:  Tony Bryson



Book Description:

WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.
Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can't believe he's coming back. But his late father's bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper's help.

Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers.

Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York City, Riley feels like she's stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar town. Riley can't wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly as her sports car will take her...until she meets Cooper Wilde. He's not like the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to him.


As I pull into Old Town the place looks exactly like I thought it would. The buildings in the town square are old and I image the place hasn’t changed much in the last hundred years or so.

Haymakers is just past the town square, down the hill from the deli, next to the gas station. Those were the exact directions I was given, in those words. I take that to mean the town only has one gas station and one deli.

When I pull into the parking lot, there’s only one other vehicle sitting there. It’s an old beat-up Dodge Ram. Nothing like fitting the country bumpkin stereotype like a glove. Then I have a brief moment of panic and wonder if it’s safe to park my BMW in the dirt lot. Then I remind myself where I am. Who is going to mess with it in the middle of the day? A stray deer from the woods out back? The only thing I probably have to worry about is it getting dusty.

I take in a deep breath. I have to be thankful there’s no manure smell yet. The quicker you do this, I remind myself, the quicker you can get back to the lovely asphalt jungle you call home.

I’m hit with a gust of wind as soon as I get out of my car. How is it possible that Old Town is even windier than lower Manhattan? I didn’t think I’d ever find a place windier than Wall Street. Even the Windy City didn’t seem this windy when I had business in Chicago.

When I enter the bar, I try to smooth down my thick hair, which I know is probably a complete mess from the gust. I’m surprised by the homey feel of the place. How could someone like me possibly feel at home in a country bar? Even if I was wearing jeans and cowboy boots, if I even owned jeans and cowboy boots, I wouldn’t fit in at a place like this. 

I hear someone clear his throat and I turn to see a guy about my age, mid-twenties, standing next to me. I can’t help my surprise when I see he’s wearing khakis and a polo shirt, like he just stepped off a golf course. He looks as out of place in this country bar as I feel.

“Are you Jake Wilde?” I ask.

The guy gives me the faintest hint of a smile but it’s almost as if it pains him to give that much. His deep brown eyes look even more distressed and I can’t help but wonder what’s behind those sad eyes.

He rakes his fingers through his thick dark hair. “A little windy out, isn’t it?”

My hand automatically goes to my hair and I try to casually flatten it down again. I imagine I must look like I just stepped out of a wind tunnel.

“Your hair looks fine,” the guy tries to assure me. But he’s got that hint of a smile on his face again and it makes me wonder if he’s lying just to make me feel better.

“I’m Cooper Wilde,” the guy says as he offers a hand.

 I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous about shaking it. It’s a business meeting. That’s what people do. But the way this guy is looking at me gives me the feeling that he might be interested in more than just business.

But I’m not, I remind myself. Not only because I’ve all but sworn off men, I’m here to do a job. I’ve been working for H & C Bank for two years and this is my first solo assignment as a lead investigator. If I continue to do well, I’ll be well on my way to becoming a Vice President before I turn thirty. I don’t need a man to throw me off my career trajectory. And definitely not some guy in a country bar in rural New Jersey.

I take his hand and give it a quick shake but I can’t bring myself to look into his smoldering eyes again. “I’m Riley Smith.”

“I figured that,” Cooper says.

“Why is that?”

That hint of a smile has returned to his face again. “We don’t often get women in business suits in the bar.”

I’m not sure why I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to get a real smile out of Cooper Wilde. I don’t know even know the guy but it somehow seems important. I get the feeling he hasn’t really smiled in a while and it’s long overdue.

Not that I’ve had much occasion for real smiles myself lately.

“My brother will be here in a minute or two. He’s just printing a few documents from the computer. Purchase orders and receipts.”

I nod and look around the place. From the outside, I thought it was going to be a dive but the place actually has character. I can tell the wooden bar is old, and it looks hand carved, as do the barstools. There’s a large stage area that looks new. That’s one of the expenses I was charged with investigating. I try to image what the place looks like filled with patrons watching a local band play on a Friday night.


I have to say, for a debut novel, Wilde Riders was so much more than I expected! For a freshman book it was fantastic! I loved it and cannot wait for more in this series.

The story itself was great, the writing was wonderful, and the Wilde brothers are just so smokin' hot. Cooper & Riley, together, really discover things about themselves that I don't think they ever would have if they hadn't met. It was kind of fun to see the changes they each made as the book went on.

You see hints throughout as to what may be coming up for each of the Wilde brothers in the future. I look forward to seeing where Savannah takes each of these cowboys on their own rides.

About the Author:
Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.

Blog: http://oldtowncountryromance.tumblr.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SavannahYoungAuthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7814077.Savannah_Young

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShortonTimeBook



Monday, April 14, 2014

Line Drive by Erin Lindsey Maurer - Review & Giveaway!

Line Drive

A Philadelphia Liberty Romance

By: Erin Lindsey Maurer




Mattie Duvall is just starting to rediscover his dreams. Signing with the minor league Philadelphia Liberty gives him a second shot at playing professional baseball. What he didn’t expect was to fall for the cider-haired pixie haunting his dreams. Ashlynn Davis isn’t looking for love. She’s busy chasing down her own big dream: finding a way to use her cooking skills to give back to Philadelphia’s less fortunate. The two cannot deny their mutual attraction, or that they’re heading rapidly towards that four letter word they thought they’d never say: LOVE. When secrets from Mattie’s past bubble to the surface, Ashlynn begins to question her position in his life. Can the two put the past behind them in time to race toward a future together? Or is love destined to play second fiddle to big dreams and even bigger secrets?


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Line Drive was a fun read. It had bits & pieces that were unexpected (Mattie's past) but those pieces added to the story and made the book a bit different from other romantic sports stories I have read lately. I loved Mattie's sister and hope something comes of her story in the future!

Overall, Line Drive was a great, sweet love story. Not a lot of jumping in bed, just a lot of working together to make the relationship work.


Author Info

Erin Lindsey Maurer grew up surrounded by stories. She made up stories about well everything and often got caught reading under her covers with a flashlight. Today, she is still cooking up tales, with a spicier spin. Line Drive is the first title in her Philadelphia Liberty series, celebrating the boys of baseball and the women they love. 

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Seduced by The Game - an awesome book for an awesome cause!

Seduced by the Game


 It’s time to drop the gloves and fight! Support the fight against cancer, that is. This anthology of eight brand new novellas is hot enough to melt the ice these players skate on. Featuring stories from popular New York Times & USA Today, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble bestselling authors, including Toni Aleo, Cassandra Carr, Cindy Carr, Jami Davenport, Catherine Gayle, Jaymee Jacobs, V.L. Locey, Bianca Sommerland, and Nikki Worrell.

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author - Toni Aleo TANGLED IN THE LACES

In Tangled in the Laces, Karson King is on the fast track to the pros and Lacey Martin is coming back from a hard fight against cancer and is terrified of him but their love is too much to ignore. Will Karson prove that he will protect her heart at all costs, or will he leave Lacey to pick up the pieces of her life once again?

Cassandra Carr and Cindy Carr HOOKING HANNAH

When Hannah attends an all-star game, she doesn't expect a hockey player of all people to turn her world upside down. Her sister is married to a player and Hannah never wanted that life. But Scott could change everything. For Scott's part, he has to know the woman who stirred his blood with just a look, and once he does, he realizes he wants Hannah to be his forever. Now to convince her...

Jami Davenport CRASHING THE BOARDS (Seattle Sockeyes 1.5)

Professional party crasher, Izzy Maxwell, needs the cooperation of reluctant party guest Cooper Black, the team captain of Seattle’s new hockey team, but Cooper can’t get past his anger over the team’s relocation to Seattle. Can Izzy melt Cooper’s frozen heart or will this party crash along with her fledgling business?

Catherine Gayle TAKING A SHOT (Portland Storm 2.5)

Katie Weber has had a crush on Jamie Babcock for almost two years, since he joined her father’s hockey team, the Portland Storm as an eighteen-year-old rookie. When cancer takes her health, her hair, and even her friends, she can’t bear to go to senior prom…until Jamie intervenes.


Bryan's life gets turned upside down when he gets traded to the Dallas Comets, and things get even messier when he meets Georgiana, the Director of Team Services. He's got a lot of work to do to prove his worth to his new team, but Georgiana's sure he'll prove to be a valuable trade.


Superstar Cam Evans is fighting to climb out of a slump that`s growing worse with each day of living in denial. Fresh from the minors, Jacobi Neal is hungry for this chance to play back-up for the legendary goalie. Can two men battle each other, their inner demons, and the sizzling attraction building between them?

Bianca Sommerland BLIND PASS (The Dartmouth Cobras 0.5)

Nothing could stop Tim Rowe, the assistant coach of the Dartmouth Cobras, from falling in love with Madeline, but love alone can’t satisfy every need. Sometimes, to reach the goal, you have to take the chance with a . . . Blind Pass.

Nikki Worrell - CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN (Prequel to Scorpions Series)

Keith Lambert is the captain of the Flyers—until he’s not. To everyone’s shock, he’s traded to the San Diego Scorpions. As if that’s not bad enough, Phoebe, his girlfriend of two years, decides she doesn’t love him enough to follow.

All alone in a new town, Keith is drawn to Kelly, his take out delivery girl. When she shows up at ice girl tryouts, he’s lost. She’s all he can see. Can he convince her to forget her past and take a chance on him or is he destined to be alone in a new town a little bit longer?

**Proud Supporters of Hockey Fights Cancer. 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Two For One by Ann B Harrison - Guest post & Review

Two for One
The Club Series
Book One
Ann B Harrison


Genre: Erotic/contemporary
Number of pages: 123
Word Count: 35,914
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs
Available at Amazon  



Book Description:
Nothing is going Lizzie’s way. Her sex life is unsatisfying, her job sucks and she has more debt than she needs thanks to her loser brother. Against her better judgment, she lets her best friend sign her up to be auctioned off at a high-rolling venue called the Club. Agreeing to a weekend of adventurous sex with a stranger is one thing, but being bought by the brothers who own the Club means Lizzie is up for a weekend beyond her wildest fantasies.

Ryan and Lizzie hit it off, in bed and out, but it’s his quiet brother, Trace, that has her heart pounding and her panties in a twist.

 But is Lizzie what Trace needs? Having been burned before, will he take a chance on what his heart is telling him or trust his instincts and send her home after their weekend is over?

This book was hot! I mean what girl wouldn't want 2 guys (and brothers at that) for a weekend of no-holds barred rolling in the sheets?

Lizzie is so overwhelmed with a bad job, a boyfriend who doesn't care if she is satisfied, a crappy wardrobe, and really low self-esteem. But her best friend comes to the rescue-maybe??!! Lizze is set up with a complete head to toe makeover and put up for auction-yup auction! The bidding war is crazy, and she ends up going home for the weekend with brothers, Ryan & Trace, and what a weekend they have!

Two for One is so hot that its a "you're gonna need extra batteries" type of book!

A Huge Thank you to Ann B Harrison for stopping by today!!!!!
What motivated me to be a writer you might ask?
Firstly I have to point out that I was never going to be a writer - I was more than happy reading like the book nerd I am without adding to my workload. My plan worked well for many years until that morning when I woke up with a sentence rolling around and around in my head.
Gah! I thought I was losing my mind. It wouldn't go away and it seemed to grow with a life of its own. Soon I was researching and locking myself in the spare room with orders of 'do not interrupt me,' unless the house is burning down.
It was an interesting year when not one, but three books in a series were given life. Sadly I had a lot to learn as a writer and no, the big publishers didn't want to pay me mega bucks for the story. Was I surprised! They loved my voice, they loved the plot but, it wasn't for them.
Dejected I decided young adult might not be my thing and gave romance a shot. Yes, that was more in my line. I might have been a little bit slow on the uptake but I found my niche. My first rural romance was contracted within twenty four hours of being submitted to a publisher. Now I have nine books published and there is no stopping the stories rolling around in my brain.
I recall telling a fellow writer, once the first book is underway, it's as though someone turns on a tap. The stories keep coming to me, sometimes faster than I can write them down. I spend my days attached to my laptop trying my best to keep up with the voices in my head.
Oh, and those young adult books, they found a home. Now I spend my time writing rural and erotic contemporary.
My latest release, Two for One here


A wave of panic hit her in the chest. Before she could reach out to Bel, her girlfriend leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“Here he comes. Play nice, and remember you are a sexy bitch.” Bel stood up and ran her hands down the short black dress she was wearing. “Trace, hi again. Lizzie, meet Trace. I don’t think she was really with us before.”

Lizzie looked up into his eyes and was relieved to see he now had a bit of warmth in their depths. He nodded his head and smiled. Her stomach clenched and her nipples hardened again painfully against the lace of her bra. She swallowed and bit the inside of her cheek to stop the groan rising in her throat. He was gorgeous with a hint of danger in his eyes.

“Lizzie.” He took her hand, his gaze intent on her face. The pressure from his thumb made it all the way from the palm of her hand to her clit and she tied to push down the heat rising in her. This is why she was here, to have sex with someone as intense and as sexy as the man standing in front of her. Sadly, he was the owner and no doubt out of the game. Such a shame really, considering he had her quivering with barely a look.

“H-hi.” She licked her dry lips and noticed the way his nostrils flared.

He reached up, took her other hand and ran his thumb over that palm too, sending hot currents of electricity through her body.

Lizzie tried to concentrate on the room around her, blocking her nerves away so she didn’t make a fool of herself. She wasn’t here for him, she was here for them. The guys milling around out in front of the stage. The guys with the money that was going to get her out of the shit and give her something to put away for a rainy day.

“Ready?” He dropped one of her hands and lifted her chin with his index finger, dipping his head to reach her eye level.

“Yes.” She blinked, letting the spicy smell of his cologne fill her nostrils before standing. Bel held her hand out and smoothed down the dress, making sure everything was perfect once again before Trace led her out onto the stage.

I am a sexy bitch. I am a sexy bitch.

Trace held her hand tightly as they walked out in front of the crowd. When they were standing in the middle of the raised platform, he nodded his head to someone in the shadows and soft music started to play. He turned toward her. “Dance with me, Lizzie.”

She looked up at him, swallowing hard. He wanted to dance with her? This wasn’t part of the plan. Glancing over at the sideline, she spied Bel. Her friend was giving her the thumbs-up sign, a huge grin on her face.

Trace linked his fingers with hers and put his other arm around her waist, letting it rest casually just over her butt cheek. Lizzie glanced up at him as Michael Buble’s voice crooned, filling the now-quiet club.

She concentrated on the man holding her, pushing the crowd watching to the back of her mind. Trace’s chin was at her eye level and she almost reached out and licked her tongue over his chin and the lower part of his cheeks. A small wash of faded freckles covered the bridge of his nose, giving him a casual little-boy look at odds with the perfectly groomed and hard businessman he portrayed.

As they circled the stage, he slid his hand lower, cupping her butt and maneuvering her closer to his own hips. When she felt the length of him against her stomach, she looked up at him, surprised.


About the Author:
Ann swears she was born with a book in her hands and has never put it down. A lifelong love of reader has finally culminated in achieving her dream of writing...and publication

She lives in the beautiful Hunter Valley with her own handsome hero of many years. Ann has always loved the ups and downs of life in small communities and she shares this with readers in her rural romances.

Strong sexy heroines with a good dash of sass thrown in feature in her stories. Of course these women need an equally strong hero. Bring on the outback hero and watch the passion ignite.

When not writing Ann enjoys reading, gardening, walking her very large dog Hugo and fighting with her computer.




Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Ripe For Trouble by Autumn Piper - Review


Autumn Piper

Blurb: The biggest mistake she didn’t quite make just sauntered back into her life.


When Ivy Leeds takes a publicity job in her hometown, few things have changed…but Ridley, the bad boy of her graduating class, has cleaned up his act. Or so everyone else thinks. After hearing him and his friend practicing pickup lines, she has her doubts.

Ridley Tucker can hardly believe his eyes when Ivy, the president of the Brainiac Club, comes back to town. Some things never change—she’ll barely give him the time of day, and she still looks as good as she did that night at Prom.

Living in a small town means avoiding someone is nearly impossible, and those most worthy of avoidance turn up in such awkward places…

Content Warning: High school flame revisited plus reformed bad-boy equals combustion suitable for adults only.



He felt like a fool, standing in the hallway just past the ladies’ room, but this was one of those desperate times.

She came out right between the songs he’d played. Perfect.


She whirled and faced him. And sighed at him like he was a piece of junk mail. “Yes, Ridley?”

He pushed off the wall and moved close to her as Complicated began playing. “Remember this song? When we danced to it?”

She squeezed her eyes shut like her head hurt. A lot. “Yes.”

He moved close enough he could smell her, a bit of melon coming off her hair, and something vanilla. “I remember it too. It was…it was a good dance, right?”

She tried to step back, but he put his arms around her and looked down into those blue, blue eyes. “If you say stop, I will. I promise.” He moved a little with the music and she stiffened. He kept swaying, and pressed closer, the music’s rhythm pulsing in his chest. Like last time, she curved into him, soft and perfect. Jesus, was it possible she felt better in his arms now than she had that night at prom?

He wanted to bury his hands in that big twisty bun, free that miles-long hair, but she’d probably get mad. He moved his hands down and clasped her ass. Damn.

She groaned. “Ridley.” She pulled back and looked up at him. “This is a bad—”

No time to waste. He laid one on her. Hot, hard, and hungry, to let her know how crazy she made him. She tasted like beer, felt like the Fourth of July, all hot and explosive.

She broke the kiss and turned her head to the side, pushing out of his arms. “Stop. God. You taste like straight tequila. You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

He shook his head. No way was he drunk. Completely capable of consent. “No.”

“Gotta appreciate that irony, right?” She stepped back. “Sorry, but ‘I can’t take advantage of you when you’re under the influence.’ Turnabout’s fair play.”

She rushed off as the final strains of their song wound down.
This short story was awesome! But (and this is just my opinion-no reflection on the story itself) I really think there was so much more potential to this book for it to be a full-length novel. I would have loved it even more. (but again-that is my reader's brain adding more to it and getting carried away)

As a short story, it was perfect. Ivy comes back into town, runs into her old flame-Ridley, they get back together, get over the past, and make it work. All the elements for a great read. A really great feel-good book.



Born and raised in itty-bitty Rifle, Colorado, Autumn Piper studiously avoided trouble…but is now inclined toward it, particularly in her novels. She thinks the best things in life are funny, and the runners-up, romantic.

An admitted carb addict, Autumn writes, edits, manages two teenagers, one husband and many supersize houseplants, and does the cooking and cleaning when forced to.