Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Release Day Review: Good Boy by Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy

 Good Boy (WAGS #1)
by Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy


Hosting her brother’s wedding for an MVP guest list is the challenge of Jess Canning’s life. Already the family screw-up, she can’t afford to fail. And nobody (nobody!) can learn of the colossal mistake she made with the best man during a weak moment last spring. It was wrong, and there will not be a repeat. Absolutely not. Even if he is the sexiest thing on two legs.

Blake Riley sees the wedding as fate’s gift to him. Jess is the maid of honor and he’s the best man? Let the games begin. So what if he’s facing a little (fine, a lot) of resistance? He just needs to convince the stubborn blonde that he’s really a good boy with a bad rap. Luckily, every professional hockey player knows that you’ve got to make an effort if you want to score.

But Jess has more pressing issues to deal with than sexy-times with a giant man-child. Such as: Will the ceremony start on time, even though someone got grandma drunk? Does glitter ever belong at a wedding? And is it wrong to murder the best man?

Caution: May cause accidental aspiration of tea or coffee. Do not read in a public place where loud laughter is inappropriate. Contains hot but hilarious hockey players, puppy cuddling and a snarky pair of underwear.


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My review: 5 stars!
Only a few chapters in I knew Good Boy would land on my Best of 2017 list. I have also gotten a big stingy with my 5 star ratings- for me to assign a 5, the book has to be undeniably perfect. And Good Boy has it all- humor, chemistry (so hot), excellent dialog, great character development, fabulous writing... I could go on and on! 

After meeting Blake in Us, the follow-up to Him, I immediately liked him, but was slightly annoyed by him and his interrupting ways and his penchant for nicknames. I wondered, could he be an H I would enjoy reading a whole book about? Oh yes he was! I adored his dedication to Jess..... I loved that he was patient with her and stood back and let her figure things out, all while being caring and supportive and just all-around PERFECT. What a great guy he turned out to be! He's risen to he top of my list of book boyfriends!

If you haven't read Him and Us, Good Boy can definitely standalone, but I think you'll want to go back and read about Wesmie after meeting them. If you have, you'll be pleased to see many familiar faces and I think you'll agree that this is a great start to Bowen and Kennedy's new WAGS (Wives and Girlfriends) series. Love love love!

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I am so excited- the cover has been released for WAGS #2- Stay! This book will focus on Ericksson, the teammate introduced in Us who is getting a divorce, and is set to release in June.
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Monday, January 30, 2017

Release Day Review: Pieces of Heaven by Natasha Madison





Pieces of Heaven (Heaven & Hell #2)
by Natasha Madison

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I didn’t want this life.

But sometimes you’re forced to make the best of the crappy hand you’ve been dealt. I wanted to teach my daughter that. No matter what happens you face your problems head-on.

Never cower. Never give up.

Then someone took her and I had to put my faith in a system that had failed me, and my hope in a man I didn’t know.

Serve. Honor. Protect, are the only things I’ve ever cared about until her case was dropped on my desk. As we searched for her missing daughter, the last woman I thought I’d fall in love with became my reason for living.

Then the world came crashing down around us.

One secret would change everything, but I had one more hand to be dealt. And if I played my cards right, maybe, just maybe we’d get our piece of heaven.

My review: 4.5 Stars
What a great follow-up to Hell and Back! When Pieces of Heaven begins, the story runs parallel to Hell and Back, this time from Mick's POV. It can definitely stand alone, but I would suggest reading Hell and Back first because it's just so good and gives you a background for some of the characters that are in Pieces of Heaven.

Marissa was so much more than I thought she'd be when we met her in Hell and Back. She was a super-strong woman- actually a great mother who has been dealt a terrible hand. Mick was such an alpha- stubborn and gruff, but yet so sweet and sexy. These two were great together. The story was faced-paced and well-written and the characters were developed so well. Filled with lots of twists and turns and plenty of suspense, this book kept me one the edge of my seat and up way too late one night to finish. I definitely recommend!
Chapter Eleven
Marissa

The bells over the door ring every single time someone walks in. I’ve been on edge ever since I got in this morning. Lucky for me it’s been non-stop people coming in, so my mind hasn’t been able to wander to Lori.

Now that it has been quiet and I’m filling the salt and pepper shakers, my mind wanders. It wanders to my baby girl, who is somewhere out there begging to come home. The sound of her voice plays in my head on repeat. My hands start to shake, so I close my eyes and sit down on a chair before my knees buckle.

I blink away the tears threatening to fall over, my heart starting to beat so fast I hear the echoes in my ears. A plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and gravy is shoved in front of me. Phyllis’s eyes greet me when I look up.

“Eat that and then go home. You are done for the day. You’ve been here for fourteen hours.”
I look over at the clock hanging behind the counter that reads 8 p.m., realizing she’s right.

“I’m just going to finish filling the shakers then I’ll take off.” I know she’s about to argue with me when the bell over the door rings again, making us both look up.

His eyes find me right away. My heart that was starting to calm down is now speeding up. I focus on my meal, cutting a piece of meatloaf and dipping it in the gravy before popping it into my mouth. I try to ignore the heat of his stare, try to think of anything but him and that naked woman from last night. His girlfriend. I was so stupid to think that he would actually want me. I’m a used up stripper whose daughter ran away from home. I’m the opposite of what he wants or needs.

The chair in front of me is filled with his big frame. The scent of his aftershave, of cologne lingers around us. Musky, rich, and woodsy. It’s the smell that has seeped its way into my memory along with the way his lips felt on mine. The way that I just fit, like I was made for him. I blink away the memory, looking up at him.

“All the seats in this place are open and you sit in front of me?” I ask him before scooping up more food. I didn’t notice how hungry I was till I started eating.

“You didn’t text me back.” His voice is hard, his muscles tight, his jaw ticking.

I take out my phone. “Oh, I put the do not disturb on under your name. Maybe that’s why.”

My phone is snapped out of my hand in a blink of an eye. “What the f***?” I see him touching the screen angrily and turning it off.

“You know you’re doing that for nothing since I can turn it on again?” I finish off my whole plate, making my stomach hurt since it’s the first thing I’ve eaten since last night.

“What if I had information on Lori?” Bulls-eye, hit straight through my heart. He must see the color drain from my face as I realize that I fucked up. I’m not going to admit it to him, though.

“I don’t have Jackson’s number blocked, and he would have called me.” I shrug my shoulders, picking up my plate to bring it to the gray bussing bin.

Walking over, I wipe down the table right when Phyllis comes out from the kitchen.
“There you are! I have your order ready. It’s being boxed up. Did you want dessert with that?”

His eyes never leave mine. “No, that’s okay. Thanks, Phyllis.”

I grab my phone from him, putting it in the front pocket of my waitress pouch. “I’m taking off. My feet are killing me. See you tomorrow, Phyllis.”

I don’t wait for her to say anything to me before I walk out the door to my car. Turning it on, I drive home, determined not to give Mick another minute of my thoughts. Just one problem with that plan, though. No one mentioned to my head that I wasn’t thinking about him because his eyes flash in my mind, the hard lines around them. The sorrow that is buried there, the sadness that he thinks no one sees but is there, if you look long enough.

I make my way into my apartment, taking my shoes off my throbbing feet at the door.

Walking into the kitchen, I take out the tips from my pocket and count them out. Three hundred and seventeen dollars. Two hundred of that is going to that damn debt that I’m still paying off. I can’t fucking wait till it’s over. I walk over to Lori’s room like I do every single night, turning on the light to see if maybe something has been misplaced or moved.

I’ve put scotch tape on the drawers to alert me if they’ve been opened, but it’s still intact. I’ve labeled her clothes hanging in the closet by number, and I count them, seeing that none have been taken either.

The bed is exactly how she left it. I crawl into her bed and grab her pillow, breathing in her scent. Tears run down my face, seeping into the pillow. This has become my nightly routine. I sleep here so I’m closer to her. I lie in this bed, talking to her. Telling her about my day, praying that she calls me again. I tell her stories about when she was small, about the day they placed her in my arms. The tears never stop. It’s like an endless river.

The soft knock at the door has me raising my head. Walking slowly to the door, I look through the peephole and see that Mick is in the hallway. His hands are braced against the doorframe, his head hanging down.

I place my forehead on the door, take a deep breath in, and open the door. His eyes land right on mine. The tears continue to roll down my cheeks, right off my chin on their way to the floor. He brings his thumb up to my chin, catching them.
“Marissa,” he whispers, and it’s all I can do before I collapse into his arms, sobbing. Begging. Pleading with him to bring her back to me.

He picks me up and carries me inside. Sitting on the couch with me curled into a ball in his lap, my tears soak his shirt. I’m so exhausted from the fear, stress, and worry. I’m just too tired to move.

“I’m a good mom,” I whisper to him. “I was tough on her only because I wanted better for her. Wanted her out of this life. Wanted her to be something.” My hand lies on his chest, the beat of his heart pounding against my palm.

“I know, baby, I know.”
I don’t say anything more. I just continue to soak up the feeling of his heart beating as it calms me. My eyes droop, and the exhaustion drags me under.

I don’t move from this position all night. I wake the next morning with the same heart beating against my hand.




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Blog Tour: Fifteen Nights by Zoe Lee

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Fifteen Nights by Zoe Lee

Publication Date: January 26th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 An all new STANDALONE novel from Zoe Lee is now LIVE!!

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The deeper they look, the harder they fall.

Jamie Houston was supposed to just be Leda Riveau’s Thursday night (and maybe Friday morning) fun.

Leda has awesome brothers, friends who are as allergic to emotions as she is, and a great job. She’s back in her hometown, Maybelle County, after a romantic and professional disaster three years ago in Nashville. It might not be what she planned when she was a teenager, but it’s perfect.

Or, well, it’s almost perfect. Because Leda is still angry and bitter about Nashville, and everyone knows it. She hates romance and doesn’t do relationships, and her younger brother’s trying to get her to be nicer. But she’s not nice. She even has her own hashtag: #ledagoesnuclear. 

Then she sees Jamie again, when he’s between serious girlfriends, and discovers that the chemistry she’s always suspected is right there, ready to explode if she lets it. 

Jamie is a serial monogamist who’s always liked Leda, but the timing’s never been right. After he sees her while they’re both single for the first time since high school, he knows he wants to be with her. Everybody knows she doesn’t date and doesn’t get serious, but he’s always serious, especially because he has a three-year-old son and a three-hour commute to get from work to Leda.

What starts out as a casual Thursday night arrangement gets messy when Leda and Jamie also have interfering friends, sad brothers, a pushy mom, an amazing son, and chemistry so intense it’s scary.


How does a man who needs forever win a woman who hates romance?
 
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My review: 4 stars
I enjoyed this second book from Zoe Lee so much. The characters from the first book, Pour Your Heart Out, are seen again in this book, set again in small town Maybelle. Lee's writing is fabulously descriptive and she does character development so well. Looking forward to another book about this crew-  perhaps Leda's brother Seth????? 

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Excerpt:

I stalk-strolled towards her, my patience stretched paper-thin by desire. 

I crowded close, so tall and wide that she couldn’t see anything else but me, and my hand cupped her waist. She stumbled against the wall, her feet wide apart to keep her balanced. 

“You’re so damn tall,” I murmured. Still a few inches shorter than I was in her heels, she angled her head back, her hair scraping the textured wallpaper, to meet my eyes again. My thumb stroked in arcs over her hips and I saw her try to suppress a shiver. “You must be six-three in those heels. Usually I can’t look a woman in the eye unless we’re lying down.”

Her eyes flashed fire and she asked belligerently, “Are you going to keep me here till midnight?”

I ran my fingertips down her earlobes and chandelier earrings, not bothering to confirm what was obvious. I knew she didn’t want to go anywhere either. If Leda Riveau didn’t want to be somewhere, she sure as hell would’ve told me so and moved. 

When the crowd screamed and chorused “Happy New Year,” I half-smiled. 

My face dipped until the tips of our noses grazed together, testing the boundaries, and when she only parted her red lips, I laid mine against them for the first time.

Light flickered behind my closed eyelids as her mouth softened a fraction. 

But I didn’t want her soft, I wanted her fierce and dynamic, so I caught her around the waist. My voice dropped in volume and register while I demanded, “Kiss me harder, Leda.”

Her arms wound around me and her nails dug into my neck, scratching hard as she swooped in and bit at my bottom lip before her nimble tongue pushed into my mouth.

I couldn’t have stopped the heartfelt moan that escaped into the air between our open lips. 

But at the noise, she pulled back sharply and looked at me, brows creasing. I didn’t know what had made Dunk say what he had, but I knew plenty of gossip about everyone in Maybelle, and I’d never heard so much as a word about her sleeping around. 

I wanted to reassure her, but I knew that the usual platitudes about how she was beautiful and Dunk was an idiot wouldn’t work because they’d make her feel too vulnerable. My best shot was probably self-deprecation, to shift the attention to my shit and away from her. 

So I hooked her hair behind her ears, smoothing the disarray I’d caused. 

“Do you know how many women run from this?” I pointed at my eyes. “I always have to hide it. I haven’t been able to do that with you tonight, and all you’ve done is stare right back.”

“I, uh, like it. It makes me feel special,”she practically stammered. “And that’s incredibly…”She swallowed, her eyes dipping down to my mouth again. “…tempting.”

My gaze sharpened with desire. “I would like to make love with you.”

She jabbed a finger in my chest. “You cannot call it that,”she ordered. “No bullshit about how you were moon-eyed over me half our lives ago when we didn’t know shit about shit.”

I grabbed her finger and reeled her in. 


“You can stare at me all you want,”she half-babbled, “but this is just good chemistry.”


   

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Zoe has been writing since she was a little girl, growing up north of Chicago. Since then, she's lived in Ohio and San Francisco, and now lives near Boulder. She has a job that she loves, but it doesn't sound exciting to anyone else. She does yoga and takes dance classes when she can. She has a husband, who reads her romances, and an amazing little girl, who is way too young to read what Zoe writes (yet). She's inspired by her family and friends, books and art, and all of the places she's traveled.
 

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Blog Tour (and excerpt!): Honey Bee by Heather Shere

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My review: 4 stars
Honey Bee is such a light, fun read! I laughed out loud so many times and adored that Sophia's dog Triton played such a big part in the story. And the puppies- so cute! This book is pretty much angst-free and makes for a great weekend read. I really enjoyed the writing and will be looking forward to more from Heather Shere.

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Blurb:
Love can be as sweet as honey, or it can sting like a bee.
Bo Smith knows that if you go looking for honey, you get stung, so he has his life just how he wants it. No hassles, no complications, and no heartache. As the handsome high school athletics coach, he would be the pick of the small town he grew up in...if he was into commitment, or dating...or even calling back. But he has sworn off anything resembling a future and his mind isn't going to change.
Then his eyes lock on the new girl in town...She’s beautiful, intelligent, and full of surprises. Just the kind of complication he has been avoiding.
Sophia Brown is looking for the sweet simple life. She has it all planned out. Getting used to life alone isn't easy, but she has her garden, her bees, and her dog Triton to tend to. It's the fresh start she's been dreaming of, surrounded by nothing but open fields to stare at all day.
Nothing at all...unless you count the high school football team and their distractingly handsome coach, practicing right across the street.
But when sparks fly, Bo must choose between the sting of his past or the sweetness of the future.

He may just find that honey tastes good on everything.

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“No, no, no! Do not do this. Come on Triton,” I beg as I push him by his rear out the front door.


He grunts, stopping to lie down on the doormat panting. Looking up at me with his big caramel eyes, he pleads: ‘Help me mama.’


I huff and blow my bangs out of my eyes. Darn dog plays me like a fiddle. “Please Triton, mama will give you a cookie.” I step in front of him, bracing my legs, and tug on his leash. “Baby come on, let’s go bye bye’s,” I plead with him.


His response is a groan and then he flops down on his side.


“Ugh…don’t do this now!” I growl down at him with my hands fisted on my hips.


He wags his tail twice and paws at the air before me.


“King Triton, you get up right now! You are a bad boy.” I use my stern voice with him.


He wags his tail and then lets out a whimper.


I furrow my brows and get down on my knees, bending over him, “Come on baby, the doctor is going to fix you right up,” I whisper as I scratch his face.


He responds with a grunt and licks my face, “Lord your breath stinks. What the hell did you eat today?” If only he could answer, my life would be so much easier right now.


I push myself up off the floor and stand on my porch looking around. Even with Triton being a pain in the ass, the beauty of my new neighborhood is breathtaking. Surrounded by mountains and wildlife, it’s idyllic and I drink it in, the crisp morning air filling my lungs. The moment I stepped foot into the town it felt like home. My Mom was right when she said I belonged back here. Her home town. My shoulders slump as I still feel the loss of my parents.


A chorus of shouts fill the air and pulls me from my sorrow. I grumble to myself, “Perfect location, right next to a field. My lily white ass it is.”


Triton lets out another grunt.


“Right, focus Sophia,” I tell myself. What the heck was I thinking getting a dog this big? “Come on boy you have to get up, mama can’t lift you.” I tug on his leash again and he doesn’t move an inch, just lets out a sigh.


I look across the street, to the ‘field.’ It’s seven am, on a Saturday no less, and high school football practice is already in full swing. I swallow and thank baby Jesus that in the week since I’ve been here, I haven’t shrieked at the boys or Mr. Holy Hotness their coach for being so loud in the mornings. Plus, who am I kidding? I’ve enjoyed watching him work out with the kids.


“Hello, can one of you boys help me?” My voice echoes across the street.


Fifty something heads turn my way. Oh.


I lift my chin up higher. “Can someone help me lift my dog? Please?”


Heads turn as they look back to their stoic coach who’s flipping through a book, studying it behind dark sunglasses.  He looks up and nods his head once at the group of boys and they’re off.


Three boys come running across the street, one steps ahead of the others.


“Hello ma’am, I’m Bobby. That is Pete and Bubba.” He says as he points to the other two.


“Hey guys, I’m Sophia Brown.”


“Hello Sophia,” says Bubba in a high-pitched voice as his feet shuffle back and forth.


Bobby smacks him in the arm, “Your mama would have your head.”


“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Brown.” Pete says.


Miss Brown? I can’t be much older than these boys. I press my lips together to hold my laughter back. Triton grunts on the floor bringing the attention back to him. I kneel down beside him.


“Is he a Saint Bernard?” Bubba asks.


“No, he’s a Bernese Mountain Dog.”


Triton’s tail thumps against the door.


I shake my head and murmur, “Good boy.” I scratch his face and then look up at the boys. “Can you help me get him into the truck?” I point over to it in the driveway.


“Sure,” Pete says with enthusiasm.


“Hey Triton, these gentlemen are going to help you into the car, okay baby?” The boys step closer and Pete joins me at the front while the other two head down by Triton’s tail.


“Okay, you both balance his back side while we get him from up here,” I say as I slide my hands under him.


Everyone gets in position and Triton turns his head to the two boys by his rear and lets out a little growl. Each of the boys pull away from him immediately.


“Triton! That is a bad boy!” I look at the boys apologetically. “He isn’t mean guys, just a bit grumpy today. Can we try again?”


They cautiously make eye contact with each other and nod their heads, putting their hands back under Triton. He turns his head and shows his teeth to Bubba and Bobby.


Their eyes go wide and they quickly back off, Bobby looks at me, “I’m sorry Miss Brown, but I don’t want to get bit.”


I nod, “I understand. I’ll figure something out.” I say with more confidence than I feel.


They stand up and back away from Triton and he shows his teeth at them once more with a low growl.


“King Triton, you stop that right now.” He sheepishly looks at me and howls, then plops his head down.


The three boys just stand there, “It’s okay, I can get him to move. You boys go back to your practice and thank you for trying.”


They look at each other and then back at the practice field, “Sorry, Miss Brown.” Pete sighs and then they silently leave. I stand back up and look down at him thinking about what will get him to move. Cheese is the first thing I can think of. I step over him, go back into the house and run down the hall to the kitchen. Grabbing a slice of cheese from the fridge, I slam the door and turn back. I can see Triton’s ears perk up as I unwrap the cheese, crinkling the wrapper.


“Here baby, mama has cheese.”


The damn dog doesn’t even turn around, but as I step outside I happen to look across the field where the three boys are animatedly pointing back at Triton as they talk to their coach. He hands one of the boys his book and then looks back at me, or at least I think he does. He has to be one of the only people I know that looks good in aviators. Damn good in fact.


He starts walking toward me and suddenly my mouth feels as if I’ve been sucking on cotton balls. I swear I can hear that song from the movie Top Gun playing. Is he walking in slow motion? No, he can’t be. I can’t take my eyes off him as the lyrics take my breath away teasingly echo in my head. As he approaches me, I try to gather myself and give him a welcoming smile.


“You might want to stop your dog from eating that cheese,” he states flatly with an upstate accent.


I look down at Triton as he stretches his neck to steal the cheese right out of my hand, noisily scarfing it down. I frown at him.


He groans.


I throw my hands up in the air, “Your belly hurts you big dope. Why did you eat more?”


The coach clears his throat.


“Oh sorry. Hi, I’m Sophia.” I put my hand out.


He looks down and takes it in a quick firm grasp, letting it go just as fast. “Hey, I’m Bo. Did you need some help with your dog?”


“Yes, I, uh…yes.” Still feeling the heat of his hand on mine, I manage an “it’s a pleasure to meet you,” before slowly moving my eyes down to Triton so that I can get a good look at him. Damn, they invented Levi’s for a body like that. Heaven.


Triton whimpers and rolls on his back.


“What’s wrong with him?” Bo asks with an eyebrow raised.


I sigh.


“He has a bad habit of eating anything and everything he can get his teeth into.”


“Ah, I see. You’re new here, right?”


I can’t see the expression on his face with those glasses on. “Yeah, word travels fast huh?”


“Sweetheart, the minute the house sold, tongues were waggin’.” He gives me a crooked smile.


“Good to know. Would you be able to help me lift him into my truck?”


“Sure, are you bringing him into the vet in town?” He runs a hand through his hair and rests it on the back of his neck.


“I was going to drive him to his old one since I haven’t been able to get in to meet the vet here yet.”


Triton looks up at me letting out a part whimper, part bark.


“Quit being dramatic,” I chide throwing my hands in the air.


Bo chuckles. “He has some personality. How far is the drive?”


“Slightly over two hours.”


He pauses then tilts his head to the side. “The vet here is excellent, would you like me to call in a recommendation?”


I tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear and smile.


“You think they’d see us?”


“I think I can get you in.”


“I would love that, thank you so much for your hotness…I mean kindness!” I close my eyes, what the fuck?


He emits a deep laugh and pulls a phone from his back pocket, quickly sending a text off. “Come on, let’s get this boy into the car.”


“Okay, I’ll grab his upper half,” I indicate as I bend down by Triton’s head.


“You just get the door to the truck. What’s his name?” He gestures down.


“Triton, well King Triton. He only gets called the full name when he’s been bad, like now.” I look down, “You’re a very bad boy.”


His rolls to his side, his tail thumps on the doormat and he paws at the air again.


Bo cracks a grin.


“Alright buddy, you ready?” He squats down and puts his arms around Triton.


He growls low.


“King Triton.” My shoulders slump with exasperation.


Bo pulls a hand away from Triton and holds it up to me for silence. He then looks down at Triton and growls right back in his face. Triton’s tail stops wagging and he tucks it between his legs. Bo then with a grunt, picks him up and cradles him like a baby.


“Isn’t he heavy?” I question in shock.


“It’s fine--”


He doesn’t manage to complete his words before Triton licks his face.


Triton’s tail swings back and forth as he keeps on licking Bo’s face while the poor guy carries him to the truck. Bo stops when Triton’s next swipe goes over his sunglasses leaving a big wet streak mark on them.


I cover my mouth as I snort with laughter.


“A little help here?” he requests as he tries to pull his head back from Triton’s lick attack.


“Oh, here, let me,” I offer and step closer pulling the glasses off his face.


I freeze, my knees threaten to buckle from the heat of his gaze. Bo’s eyes are a sky blue and scorching like a hot summer’s day. I can’t take my eyes off him. Triton, the brat of a dog, knows I am drooling over him and interrupts us with a whine. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.


“I meant the dog, but if you can hold those while we get this guy in the truck?”


“Yes, let me open the door.” I turn around and jog over to the truck. Swinging the door wide open, I look back and see him striding with Triton in his arms. I stand back as he sets him in the back cabin and I am blessed with the rear view of him.


“Oh my,” I whisper, my mouth dropping open at the perfect sight.


He sets Triton down with ease.


“Is something wrong?” Bo probes, his brows raised high, making his forehead crinkle with concern.


“Not a thing.” Good job Sophia, he almost caught you gawking at his behind. But what a lovely behind it is.


“Would you like me to drive?” He takes his glasses out of my hand and starts to clean them on his T-shirt.


His shirt lifts slightly and I get a peek at his abs. My face heats and I wipe the sweat off my forehead. I want to see more, but Jesus, get it together Sophia! You’re supposed to be focusing on Triton, not the coach’s magnificent body.


“Are you sure you have the time?” I glance over at the football field filled with athletes.


“Yeah, they’ll be alright.”


“Thanks so much for your help, but if you need to stay here I’m sure I can find someone to help at the vet office.”


He looks down into my eyes for a moment, then puts his aviators back on, breaking the contact. “How about you sit in the back with Triton and I’ll drive?”


“Sure, since you know where you’re going.” I inwardly sigh with relief. “Thanks.” I reach into my front pocket, fishing out my keys. “Here, you’ll need these.” I place them into Bo’s open hand and the second our skin touches a spark goes through me. I pull it back quickly and rub my palm frowning. What the hell was that?


Bo frowns. “Static,” he states gruffly. “You ok?” he asks shaking his hand off.

“I’m fine.” Still rubbing my hand, I get in the back with Triton. Bo stands for a brief second at the open door looking in at us, then nods his head once and gets into the driver’s seat.

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About the Author:
Heather Shere is a wife of twenty some odd years and wants you to know that you get less for murder. She’s also the mother of two adult shaped kids, who she thinks she messed up just enough to make them highly successful individuals, who are also hilarious.
She has a masters degree in snark and nothing entertains her more than someone who can word battle with her. She considers herself an awesome cook and an expert baker but wants to eat out most days, however, nothing is made ‘the right way’ unless she makes it herself.

When she gets bored she likes to tinker with different hobbies like crocheting, scrapbooking, stamping and card making. Her newest and most fulfilling passion is writing and she welcomes you into the deep dark depths of her mind.
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