Blog on the Run: College Romance

, by Miriam Meza

In #NewRelease, Amazon

#NewRelease (+REVIEW) CONFESSIONS OF A FORMER PUCK BUNNY by Cindi Madsen

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, by Miriam Meza

In #CoverReveal, #UpcomingReleases

#CoverReveal ALL CLOSED OFF by Cora Carmack

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, by Miriam Meza

In #CoverReveal, Brewhouse

#CoverReveal PIN ME DOWN (Brewhouse #2) by Holly Dodd

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, by Miriam Meza

In #CoverReveal, #UpcomingReleases

#CoverReveal UNWRITTEN by Jen Frederick

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, by Miriam Meza

In #NewRelease, College Romance

#NewRelease (+Review) GIVING IT UP by Holly Dodd

Giving it Up

(Brewhouse #1) by Holly Dodd

Release Date: January 10, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Hosted By: Chance Promotions

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Synopsis:

Jolene "Jo" Miller has been panting over her crush for years. He's everything she wants: a gentle giant with kick-ass ambition and a rock-hard body that she's dying to ride. The problem is, she's stuck in his friend zone due to one embarrassing reason - she's a virgin.

Jo's crush has no interest in popping her cherry. She'll need to take some drastic measures to get her crush's attention, and Jo has the perfect candidate to punch her v-card.

Kevin Harris is an unapologetic manwhore. With his panty-melting smile and chiseled body, he has his choice of tits and ass. His motto: hit 'em hard and leave them aching for more. Relationships aren't his thing, and they never crossed his mind until he met Jo. She's everything Kevin doesn't know he wants. She makes him tingle, and not just below the belt. But Jo's not into it, she's the only girl who doesn't want to ride the Harris express. They're just friends until Jo asks him to help her with some sexual education.

One kiss, one taste, he's hooked. Now Kevin has to convince Jo that he's the perfect man for her. He craves being a permanent fixture not only in her bed, but in her life. Will she give him the chance?

Warning: This sexy romance novella contains a fed-up virgin who thinks she knows what she wants, and a reformed bad boy guiding her down a kinky path.

This is a standalone story with a HEA and NO cheating.

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My review:

Jolene "Jo" Miller

I'd said before how much I love reading books by new authors. Open the pages (of the paperback or eReader) and discover a story, with no expectations, it's just great.

When the author wrote me offering her book I said "hell yes!" and then I get a book with a funny premise: virgin fall in love with the ultimate heartbreaker and wants to get rid of her hymen to have a chance with him..., It also has relatable characters and an intense development.

As I started reading I found myself quickly absorbed by the storyline. The easy narration, the funny and sexy exchanges between the lead characters, the chemistry jumping off the pages... it was awesome.

Kevin Harris

Jo Miller thinks she is in love with Regi (who's a manwhore), but this guy never made a doble-take in our girl because she's a virgin, and virgins are clingy and always looking for a HEA. Jo believes Regi is her soulmate, and she's willing to make everything to make him notice her. Yep, troubles are coming, I know.

She asked her friend Kevin to pop her cherry.... to help her get rid of her hymen.

Easy, right?

But they never considered the risks. And while they were 'working' on the fun stuff, they started to feel atracted to each other.

Kevin is the kind of man who enjoys casual hookups. He doesn't do relationships. He thinks he's not boyfriend material, that people can love him and he can love anyone. He loved once, but he don't want to make that mistake twice.

And what started as a casual thing started to turn into something deep and intense, something unexpected and terrify. It can't be love, right? While they try to figure it, their bodies crave contact and their hearts crave the strong connection between them.

I really enjoyed the book. The main couple was great, but also the secondary characters. I really want to read about Regi and Mia soon. Thanks to the author for the chance of getting to know this book and her work.

About the author:

Holly Dodd is an award-winning author. Her novel Covet won the 2016 RWA Beacon award for (unpublished) Romantic Suspense. A member of the Romance Writers of America, her stories are often spicy, with everything salacious right on the page. Ranging from the contemporary anti-hero, to paranormal and futuristic, she loves an Alpha Hero in any setting and a woman destined to keep him on his toes. Her first New Adult Romance, Giving it Up, releases January 10, 2017 on Amazon!

Calling Pennsylvania home, she loves autumn, the beach, and beautiful weather. When she’s not writing, reading, or baking, she’s wrangling her three psychotic felines, and wondering where her muse will take her to next.

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, by Miriam Meza

In #NewRelease, A love letter to Whiskey

#NewRelease (+Review) A LOVE LETTER TO WHISKEY by Kandi Steiner

Title: A Love Letter to Whiskey

Author: Kandi Steiner

Release Date: Oct 13, 2016

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It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.

Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

But we can’t start here.

No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.

Back to the beginning.

Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

The first time I tasted Whiskey, I fell flat on my face.

Literally.

I was drunk from the very first sip, and I guess that should have been my sign to stay away.

Jenna and I were running the trail around the lake near her house, sweat dripping into our eyes from the intense South Florida heat. It was early September, but in South Florida, it might as well have been July. There was no “boots and scarves” season, unless you counted the approximately six weeks in January and February where the temperature dropped below eighty degrees.

As it was, we were battling ninety-plus degrees, me trying to be a show off and prove I could keep up with Jenna’s cheerleading training program. She had finally made the varsity squad, and with that privilege came ridiculous standards she had to uphold. I hated running — absolutelyloathed it. I would much rather have been on my surf board that day. But fortunately for Jenna, she had a competitive best friend who never turned down a challenge. So when she asked me to train with her, I’d agreed eagerly, even knowing I’d have screaming ribs and calves by the end of the day.

I saw him first.

I was just a few steps ahead of Jenna, and I’d been staring down at my hot pink sneakers as they hit the concrete. When I looked up, he was about fifty feet away, and even from that distance I could tell I was in trouble. He seemed sort of average at first — brown hair, lean build, soaked white running shirt — but the closer he got, the more I realized just how edible he was. I noticed the shift in the muscles of his legs as he ran, the way his hair bounced slightly, how he pressed his lips together in concentration as he neared us.

I looked over my shoulder, attempting to waggle my eyebrows at Jenna and give her the secret best friend code for “hot guy up ahead”, but she had stopped to tie her shoes. And when I turned back around, it was too late.

I smacked into him — hard — and fell to the pavement, rolling a bit to soften the fall. He cursed and I groaned, more from embarrassment than pain. I wish I could say I gracefully picked myself up, smiled radiantly, and asked him for his number, but the truth is I lost the ability to do anything the minute I looked up at him.

It was an unfamiliar, warm ache that spread through my chest as I used my hand to shield the sun streaming in behind his silhouette, just how you’d expect the first sip of whiskey to feel. He was bent over, hand outstretched, saying something that wasn’t registering because I had somehow managed to slip my hand into his and just that one touch had set my skin on fire.

Handsome wasn’t the right word to describe him, but it was all I kept thinking as I traced his features. His hair was a sort of mocha color, damp at the roots, falling onto his forehead just slightly. His eyes were wide — almost too round — and a mixture of gold, green, and the deepest brown. I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in. He had the longest lashes and a firm, square jaw. It was so hard, the edges so clean that I would have sworn he was angry with me if it weren’t for the smile on his face.He was still talking as my eyes fell over his broad chest before snapping back up to his sideways grin.

“Oh my God, are you fucking blind?!” Jenna’s voice snapped me from my haze as she shoved Whiskey out of the way and latched onto my hand, ripping me back to standing position. I’d barely caught my balance before she whipped around to continue her scolding. “How about you brush that long ass hair out of your eyes and watch where you’re going, huh champ?”

Oh no.

I didn’t even have time to call dibs, I couldn’t even think the word, let alone say it, before it was too late. I watched it, in slow motion, as Whiskey fell for my best friend before I even had the chance to say a single word to him.

Jenna was standing tall, arms crossed, one hip popped in her usual fashion as she waited for him to defend himself. This was her protocol — it was one of the reasons we got along. We were both what you’d call “spitfires”, but Jenna had the distinct advantage of being cripplingly gorgeous on top of having an attitude. She flipped her long, wavy blonde ponytail behind her and cocked a brow.

And then he did, too.

His smile grew wider as he met her eyes, and it was the same look I’d watched fall

over guy after countless guy. Jenna was a unicorn, and men were enamored by her. As they should have been — she had platinum blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, legs for days and a personality to boot. Now, before you go thinking that I was the insecure best friend - I had it going on, too. I worked hard, I was talented - just not at the things traditional high school boys valued.

But we’ll get to that.

“Hi,” Whiskey finally said, extending his hand to Jenna this time. His eyes were warm, smile inviting — if I had to pick the right word for him, just one, I’d say charming. He just oozed charm. “I’m Jamie.”

“Well, Jamie, maybe you should make an appointment with the eye doctor before you run over another innocent jogger. And you owe Brecks an apology.” She nodded to me then and I cringed at my name, wondering why she felt the need to spill it at all. She always called me B — everyone did — so why did she choose the moment I was face to face with the first boy to ever make my heart accelerate to use my full name?

Jamie was still grinning, eying Jenna, trying to figure her out, but he turned to me after a moment with that same crooked smile. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” He said the words with conviction, but lifted his brows on that last line because he and I both knew who wasn’t paying attention to the trail, and he wasn’t the guilty party.

“It’s fine,” I murmured, because for some reason I was still having a difficult time finding my voice. Jamie tilted his head just a fraction, his eyes hard on me this time, and I felt naked beneath his gaze. I’d never had anyone look at me that way — completely zeroed in. It was unnerving and exhilarating, too.

But before I could latch onto the feeling, he turned back to Jenna, their eyes meeting as slow smiles spread on both of their faces. I’d seen it a million times, but this was the first time I felt sick watching it happen.

I saw him first, but it didn’t matter.

Because he saw her.

My Review:

When I first read the synopsis of this book, I was intrigued. When I was asked to read the book, I was excited, and now that I'm writing about this story I still excited to share with you what I feel while I was reading.

In the first pages B take us to her past, to the moment she had her first encounter with Whiskey, and how (similar to the drink's effect) she felt intoxicated, seduced and numb.

When B and Jamie first met, she was so impressed by him she was speechless. But suddenly this guy saw her best friend and fall in love with her. While they run to each other, B turns into the third wheel in that ride and it was awkward and sad because she never stop loving him.

When Jamie leaves for College, B thought she could let those feelings go and start a new life without him, but when it's her time to go to college they met again, and all those soft feelings still there. But this time, she has a boyfriend.

This is a dramatic love story, full of passion and uncertain feelings told in B’s pov. All the contradictions in this girl, her passions and fears were so intense that I feel them as my own. Time flew while I was reading, and now I'm thinking what book I must to take to get over my hangover.

I'm not going to tell you more about the book to avoid the spoilers, but I will say that If you enjoy angsty romance stories, this book is for you. I was so nervous after every flip of a page, my stomach was in knots, and sometimes I want to slap these guys so bad. I was so into this book that it's hilarious.

I've suffered with the characters, loved them, hated them for moments, and wished a happy ending for them after this heartbreaking journey, so, I invite you to give it a try and discover this author through this book, now available in Amazon in a very low price (also free for Kindle Unlimited users), and if you're feeling it, you can share your comments about the novel with me after your read.

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Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.

Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).

When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.