Just Friends Release Blitz

Title: Just Friends
Series: Blue Beech #6
Author: Charity Ferrell
Genre: New Adult Romance
 Release Date: February 6, 2020


Someone should have warned me about falling in love with my best friend.

Little did I know when Rex came to my locker attempting to bribe me, that he’d turn into my everything.
We’d become best friends. I’d steal his heart. He’d steal mine.
Nothing has changed in the years of our friendship.
Not our connection, not our feelings, or that we still hold each other’s hearts.
But his heart isn’t the only thing I’ve kept.
The secret I’m hiding could shatter the only man I’ve ever loved.

I’ve loved Carolina since the day she called my bluff.
Our friendship always came first.
She believed in me when no one else did.
I tucked away my feelings because I couldn’t survive a life without her.
We crossed the line once, and I swore it’d never happen again.
As time passes, the harder it becomes to live up to that promise.
Until finally, there’s no holding back.

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Chapter 1

High School—Sophomore Year

“I’ll pay you fifty bucks to write my English paper.”
I slam my locker shut before shifting to face the brave soul who asked that.
I don’t cheat.
I don’t break rules.
Everyone knows this.
He’s casually leaning against the locker next to mine. A smirk is spread across his face, as if he expects me to squeal in delight that he’s asking me for a favor.
Not happening, homeboy.
Homeboy is Rex Lane.
Our school’s arrogant fuckboy.
A guy I’m not writing a paper for.
I mock his smile. “I’ll charge you fifty bucks not to rat you out for homework bribery.”
“Homework bribery?” He flashes a brighter I’m a nice guy; do what I’m asking grin.
I firmly nod. “Yes.” I motion down the hallway. “Now, go away. Having this stupid conversation with you is wasting my valuable study time.”
I count on my rudeness to scare him off, but when his eyes brighten in amusement, I know I’m wrong.
I have two high school goals in life:
  1. Become class valedictorian.
  2. Do not gain Rex’s or any popular guy’s attention.
Luckily, he caught me after the class bell rang, so no one is around to witness this unfortunate encounter.
“Come on, Carolina,” he pleads. “Prove to me the rumors about you aren’t true.”
I stiffen. “Rumors?” I deliver a stern look. “What rumors?”
I mind my business. Don’t gossip. Stay in my lane.
All of this to prevent rumors from circulating about me.
He licks his lips, leaning in closer, and lowers his voice. “The rumors that you have a stick up your ass and lack personality.”
This jerk.
There might be a stick up my ass, but I’m going to shove my foot up his.
I narrow my eyes, and my response releases in a hiss, “Really? You want to talk about rumors? Maybe I should believe the rumors about you.”
“The rumors that say I’m cool as fuck? A terrific lay? Fucking hilarious?”
Our high school halls flood with rumors about him.
The one that he sports an overinflated ego is officially confirmed.
“Negative,” I reply. “The rumors that you’re a sucky lay with a small penis.”
This is a lie—a rumor I’ve never heard—but hey, if he wants to talk crap, so can I.
“Lies, babe, all lies. I’m more than happy to present the evidence to back up my claim.” He retreats a step, dropping his hand to the crotch of his jeans, and tugs at his zipper.
I do another quick scan of the hallway before loudly snorting. “You won’t do it.”
He flinches, that smug smile slipping off his lips. “Huh?”
“You won’t do it.” I nod toward his crotch. “You won’t unzip your pants and present your evidence.” I park my hands on my waist and kick my foot out.
He gapes at me, speechless.
“Pull it out or go away.” I dismissively wave my hand. “I have a test in ten minutes, and you, standing in front of me with your hand on your junk, aren’t helping me ace it. Go beg another girl to write your paper because you lack a brain … and according to the girls’ locker room gossip, a decent penis size.”
He drops his hand from his crotch, his smile returning. “Looks like Little Miss Innocent might not be as uptight as she leads on. There’s some personality hidden underneath those awful, itchy-looking sweaters of yours.” He makes a show of eyeing me up and down.
I opt out of giving him hell over the uptight comment. The faster he goes away, the better.
“No, she has a low annoyance tolerance.”
He steeples his hands into a praying motion. “Say yes to writing my paper, and then you can go about your studying, sweater-wearing ways.”
“Sixty bucks and a bonus of proving I’m well-endowed when we’re in private.”
I dramatically gag. “Gross.” As much as I don’t want to deal with him, I could use the cash. “Seventy-five, and I’ll help you write the paper, but you’re doing it yourself. I don’t cheat.” I signal to his jeans. “And keep your micropenis to yourself. I’d rather fail every class than have you prove you’re well-endowed.
“Paying you to help me write the paper defeats the point of paying you.”
Really? With that brilliance of yours, you shouldn’t need me to write your paper.”
He laughs.
“Why are you even asking me? You’re in line—behind me—to be class valedictorian. You can easily write your own paper.” I reach forward to pat his shoulder. “I have faith in you, petite-penis buddy.”
“Never said I couldn’t write the boring-ass paper. I’d just rather not. I’m a busy guy who doesn’t give two shits about Shakespeare.”
“Eighty dollars,” I blurt out.
“Eighty? What the fuck? You can’t up the ante like that.”
“I can, and the longer you waste my time, the higher the price.” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, but hey, money talks. “Eighty dollars. Meet me at the library after school.”
“The library sucks. My house.”
I shake my head. “You’re high if you think I’m going to your house.”
“If I’m paying eighty dollars, which is fucking insane, at least give a guy the privacy of his own home.”
I thrust my finger toward him. “You’d better not try any funny business.”
He rubs his palms together. “This is homework, Carolina. Get your virginal mind out of the gutter.”


My last class of the day is AP English.
It’s also Rex’s.
This gives him the opportunity to stalk me out of class, to my locker, and out to the parking lot while I ignore him.
Classmates call out his name, give him head nods, and say hi as we pass them. Interest floods their faces when their eyes cut to me. It’s not that I’m the class weirdo—although, as I learned today, I apparently have a stick up my ass.
High school kids are so original.
I’m more along the lines of the class do-gooder who aces every test and spends her free time volunteering.
Oh, and I’m also the preacher’s daughter.
Rex definitely isn’t preacher’s daughter’s friend material.
Hell, he doesn’t even fit into his role of the mayor’s son.
“Where’s your car?” he asks, strolling next to me and scanning the parking lot.
I look away, embarrassment striking me. “I don’t have one.”
My parents gave me the option of waiting until my sister graduated and passing her car down to me or buying one myself. Considering my cash flow is zilch, waiting for hers it is.
A whiff of fresh soap and citrus hits me when he slings his arm over my shoulders.
“You ride the bus?”
I shift out of his hold. “I ride with my sister.”
“Tell her you don’t need a ride today.” He returns his arm to my shoulders and spins us toward the opposite side of the parking lot. “Today is your lucky day, sweetheart. You get to ride with me.”
“Hard pass.” Surprisingly, I don’t shove him away while he leads me to a newer model black Dodge Challenger.
“Come on, Lina. It’d be pretty selfish to have your sister drive you when you could ride with me.”
“Don’t call me that,” I grumble.
His arm falls, and he ups his pace to turn around and stare at me, walking backward. “What?”
“Lina. No one calls me that.” I immediately regret telling him this.
He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m for fucking sure calling you Lina now. It’ll be our thing, babe.”
“Ugh, and don’t call me babe either.”
“Lina babe, when you tell me not to do something, it only makes me want to do it more.”
“Then, it’s only fair for me to give you a nickname.” I tap my finger against the side of my mouth. “I’m going with … Needle Dick.” There’s no stopping my lips from cracking into a smile.
He points at the car. “Get your ridiculous nickname-giving ass into my car and stop insulting my dick before I really do show you.”
“You’ve already proven you’re too chicken in the hallway.”
“Of course, I can’t pull my dick out at school. My parents would kill me if I got caught showing off my cock like I was at the school’s talent show.”
I snort. “That would require you to have talent.”
He smirks. “Oh, babe, I have plenty of talents. My first trick will be to show you how to pull that stick out of your ass.”
“So I can stick it up yours?”
“I like this little attitude of yours. It’s hot.”
He digs out his keys from the pocket of his jeans and unlocks the car. I hop into the passenger seat with no argument. He’s right. Not only would my sister bitch on the entire drive to Rex’s, but she’d also charge me gas money for having to go out of her way.
I settle into the leather seat while Rex pulls out of the parking lot. He thrums his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of a Snoop Dogg song. I use this chance to take in everything that is him.
What’s fascinating about Rex is, he’s not your typical popular guy—the ones you see in movies and read about in books. He’s not the star athlete or the prom king or the school’s notorious bad boy. His personality is what draws people to him. He’s fun, cocky, and laid-back. Everyone either wants to be his friend or his girlfriend.
That is, everyone except yours truly.
I don’t need that kind of distraction in my life.
Rex is also crazy smart. He spends most of his time in the computer programming lab and has even been called into the school office to fix technical issues. Rumor has it, he’s also hacked into the system before.
He’s tall, at least six feet, and he towered over my small frame when we walked through the parking lot. He might not play sports, but he’s more toned than our quarterback. His hair is a coppery-brown and cut short. Two dimples pop out of his cheeks when he smiles, and the asymmetry of his face is flawless.
He’s also rich. I’m reminded of this when he pulls into the driveway of his mansion of a home. It’s the biggest in their neighborhood, and it has a giant yard and impeccable landscaping. The Lane family is considered the most affluent in our small town of Blue Beech, Iowa.
Rex shifts the car into park and steals my attention from the home when he clears his throat. “That sure was a fun ride. I’ve never been checked out by a preacher’s daughter before.”
My eyes widen.
Oh dear God.
Was I that obvious?
“That’s it. Take me home,” I demand. “I don’t check out guys. I was simply observing the guy I’m going to be stuck with for the next few hours.”
“Too late. We have a paper to write, Lina babe.”
He kills the engine to the car, circles it, and opens my door as I’m debating my next move.
Go in or leave.
I smack away his waiting hand, and he moves out of the way. With a scoff, I follow him into the house. As soon as we make it through the front door, he captures my hand in his, and I nearly fall on my face when he starts pulling me up the stairs.
“My bedroom is up here,” he says.
I jerk back, causing him to stop. “I’m not going into your bedroom.”
He glances back at me, blinking. “Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m—”
I’m cut off when he grabs my hand again, tightening his grip, and stupidly, I don’t fight him this time. He steers us down a long hallway and into a bedroom.
It’s a spacious room, larger than my parents’ master, and surprisingly clean. Three of the walls are painted a dark red, and the other is black. Against the black wall is a sleek metal bed with a black comforter on top. It’s different than any guy’s room I’ve seen before.
Granted, I normally don’t hang out in guys’ bedrooms.
There’s a mini fridge in the corner, a massive desk with three monitors on top, and a TV above a black console. A collection of gaming devices and games clutter the stand.
I lose his hold when he shuts the door behind us.
“Seriously?” I snap, crossing my arms. “You have no boundaries.”
He grins, showing off his bright white teeth. “My mom said that can be a great trait in life.”
“For who? Serial killers?”
“For guys asking girls to do their homework.”
He walks around me to the mini fridge, opens it, and peeks up at me. “What’s your drink of choice, Lina? Water? Pepsi? Tequila?”
I roll my eyes, pushing my black-rimmed glasses up my nose. “You don’t have tequila in there.” This calling-his-bluff game is fun.
“I beg to differ.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “It’s in a Gatorade bottle, tucked into the very back so no one sees it.”
Yeah, right.
Today, I’m feeling gutsy.
“Give me a tequila shot then.”
He squints in my direction. “You’re fucking with me.”
I shake my head. “I’ll need it to get through an afternoon of hanging out with you.”
He grins, pushing his arm into the fridge, and pulls out a bottle.
Maybe calling his bluff wasn’t the smartest idea.
We’re not at school where he can be expelled for doing something like this.
We’re in his bedroom.
I gulp when I see the bottle, focusing on the amber-tinted liquid inside that’s most definitely not Gatorade.
Way to call his bluff, Carolina.
Now, he’s calling yours.
Time to gear up and taste tequila for the first time.
The room is quiet as he stands. His eyes are fastened on me while he slowly unscrews the orange cap and holds the bottle out to me.
I’ll be damned if I let him win this … game? Whatever it is.
Nausea cartwheels in my stomach, and I haven’t even taken a drink. Lord knows how it’ll feel after I do. I inhale a deep, determined breath.
I got this.
I’ve never drunk tequila, but I’ve had wine.
It can’t be that different, right?
Deciding it’s done doing gymnastics, my stomach tightens, as if it’s preparing itself, when I snatch the bottle from him. I grip it and drag it to my lips. Right before I do anything drastic, my back stiffens, and I frown at the same time.
“How many people have taken a drink from this bottle?” I question. “I’m not about to contract some STD.”
He chuckles, signaling to the bottle. “The only person who’s drunk from that bottle is me.” He pauses, snaps his fingers, and points at me. “And you, in a minute.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You better not be lying.”
His hands go to his chest, feigning offense. “Lina, my sweet Lina, I’m heartbroken you don’t trust me.”
I gulp again.
Here goes nothing.
I can do this.
Before I chicken out, I take a quick swig of the tequila. My eyes slam shut, blocking me from witnessing his reaction, and my teeth clench as I swallow down the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted. There’s no stopping my body from shuddering. I hold in a deep breath out of fear of puking it up.
When I open my eyes, I immediately roll them.
A huge grin is spread across Rex’s shocked face.
He whistles and leans back on his heels. “Damn, Lina. Either you have a secret wild side, which I’d fucking love, or I’m bringing it out of you, which I’d also fucking love.”
I shrug. “You’ll never know.”
I inhale a deep breath, dragging up as much nerve as I can, and take another sip to prove myself. My throat burns as if it were on fire, and I smile with pride as soon as I swallow it down.
“It’s your turn, Needle Dick.” I extend the bottle back to him.
“Look at me, corrupting you.” He grabs it, cheers me, and takes a gulp. “I can’t wait to do it more.”
Little do I know, walking into Rex’s bedroom will change everything.
Rex Lane will take over my life.
He’ll steal my heart.
I’ll steal his.
Only we won’t know what to do with what we’ve taken.

Just Friends
©Charity Ferrell

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Charity Ferrell resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew up riding her bicycle to her library and reading anything she could get her hands on. Angst is her happy place, and she loves writing about flawed people finding love. She loves the basics—books, shoes, and online shopping.

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Waking Up Married by Lisa Suzanne Release Blitz

Title: Waking Up Married
Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 13, 2019

I’ve never seen Emily Clarke as anything more than my little sister’s
best friend.

One drunken mistake later, she’s my wife.

My first thought is how to get out of this, except our wedding video has gone
viral and record sales are skyrocketing. My manager thinks following the
newlyweds on the second season of my band’s reality show will keep up the

I just have to get Emily to agree to faking this marriage for six months, and
then we can quietly divorce.



Nothing is quite that simple when feelings blur the line between a contract and

I ended up with more than just a hangover when I found myself waking up


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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with
her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and
college composition instructor. When she’s not chasing her toddler or cuddling
her newborn, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.
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Title: Waking Up Married
Author: Lisa Suzanne
Genre: Rock Star Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Release Date: December 13, 2019
I’ve never seen Emily Clarke as anything more than my little sister’s
best friend.
One drunken mistake later, she’s my wife.My first thought is how to get out of this, except our wedding video has gone
viral and record sales are skyrocketing. My manager thinks following the
newlyweds on the second season of my band’s reality show will keep up the
I just have to get Emily to agree to faking this marriage for six months, and
then we can quietly divorce.



Nothing is quite that simple when feelings blur the line between a contract and

I ended up with more than just a hangover when I found myself waking up

Author Bio
Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with
her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and
college composition instructor. When she’s not chasing her toddler or cuddling
her newborn, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of
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Snowed in Love by Amanda Siegrist Release Blitz

Title: Snowed in Love
Series: A Holiday Romance Novel #4
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Contemporary/Holiday Romance
 Release Date: December 3, 2019
A blizzard. A cabin. A cup of hot chocolate.
The perfect mixture to fall in love.
James Brennen is nothing but a screwup. At least, in the small town of
Mulberry, that’s what everyone thinks of him. As a recovering alcoholic,
he’s trying his best to turn his life around, to be a better man. All of
his hard work comes crashing down when he’s fired from his job at the
hospital—accused of stealing drugs. Nothing ever changes and he’s done
trying to prove himself. Needing time alone, his friend’s cabin in the
middle of the woods provides the perfect escape. He knows he’s found deep trouble,
not only when he gets stranded during a brutal snowstorm, but that he’s
stuck with the one woman he’s wanted since the first day he laid eyes on
her. The passion burns bright between them, but it doesn’t matter, as soon
as Christmas is over, he’s leaving for good.

Note from Me (A Court of Books and Love)

Unfortunately I will not be reviewing this series within this post. For one, it will make the post too long. For two, I’ve been really sick the past couple of weeks so I haven’t had the chance to finish everything.

I’m currently reading the second book and LOVING this series. The first was wonderful and currently so is this one. I’ll get the reviews out as soon as I can. There will be a blog post reviewing the entire series with a huge focus on Snowed in Love since that’s what has been released the most recently. Either way, I recommend checking out this series if you’re looking for cute Christmas romances.


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The thought of warmth, of sitting by a fire—if she was lucky—forced her
to increase her pace. And like a miracle sent from heaven, she was within twenty
feet of a small cabin decked out with a short porch, just enough room to fit a

Her steps slowed.

She was freezing. Maybe to the point of hypothermia. Okay, probably a
little exaggeration on her part, but she was bone-deep cold.

Yet, she walked like a snail, taking her time to the front door.

What would she say?

Better yet, what would he say?

Well, James wasn’t a cruel man, he wouldn’t turn her away. He’d let her
in. Let her warm up.

But would he accept her apology? Could they go back to their easy
camaraderie? Could they still be friends and hang out even if he didn’t work at
the hospital anymore?

Only one way to find out.

Moving faster, she walked right up to the door and knocked loudly. No
hesitation. No thinking about his reaction.

Shivering, more than she had when she had been walking, she wondered if
she didn’t knock hard enough. She thought she had. But why wasn’t he answering?

Raising her gloved fist again, she swung it forward, nearly tripping on
her feet when the door swung open. Losing her balance from the surprise, her
fist knocked into his chest instead of the door.

James caught her around the waist, holding her steady.

The shock in his eyes mesmerized her. A mixture of confusion, surprise,
and amazement.

“Erin? What…” His brows puckered low. “What are you doing here?”

That long treacherous walk she just completed, she had all the time in
the world to come up with something good to say.

And nothing. No words came out. Not even her apology she wanted to

Although she couldn’t feel anything through her large winter coat, his
soft touch, his sweet hands on her waist was rendering her speechless.

She had never been in his arms before. Not even in a small hug.

Right now, right here, in this moment, she wanted to be completely in
his arms. She wanted to close the distance and soak up his warmth, his
kindness, his sweetness. Let him know in that one big gesture how much she
cared about him. Because no matter what anyone said or thought about him, he
was a sweet, kind, thoughtful man.

When was the last time someone other than his sister told him how
important he was in their lives?

Without a word, she dropped her fist from his chest, stepped forward
and wrapped her arms around him.

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to do with romance. As long as there’s a happy ending, I’m a happy camper.
And insta-love…yes, please! I love baseball (Go Twins!) and creating
awesome crafts. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice,
working in that field for several years before I became a stay-at-home
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Reckless With You by Carrie Ann Ryan Release Blitz

Title: Reckless With You
Series: Less Than #2
Author: Carrie Ann Ryan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 3, 2019
From the NYT Bestselling Author of
Breathless With Her comes a fake relationship romance that’s all too real.

Professing her love to her best friend while wearing only her favorite panty
set and coat probably wasn’t the best decision Amelia Carr has ever made. In
fact, it’s perhaps the worst. But when her family becomes their overprotective
selves while encroaching on her life, she makes a rash decision: her brother’s
best friend will just have to be her beard. Too bad, he has no idea what he’s
in for.

Tucker Reinhard loves women, and they tend to love him even more. Despite the
love, he never would have expected Amelia to come up with the plan she poses to
him. He’ll go along with it, but only because he doesn’t want to see her
hurt—even if that means fighting his best friend.

In the midst of her scheme, Amelia realizes she doesn’t know Tucker as well as
she thought. And neither of them are prepared for what happens when they let
the façade go and see what truly lies beneath.

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Carrie Ann
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Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance.
Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Fractured Connections, and
Elements of Five series, which have sold over 3.0 million books worldwide. She
started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry
and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and
novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional
and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her
clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.
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Torn by Harper Phoenix Release Blitz & Spoiler-Free Review

Good morning all! Today I’m back with my first release blitz since I started posting here again. I’m sorry that I’ve been gone this past week. I just got behind on everything, but I’m going to get better this week!

Also, I posted a video on my YouTube! Make sure you check it out and let me know any books that you have read that deal with loss of innocence.

Speaking of innocence, let’s get to this release blitz!!

Just so you all know, the Amazon US links are for my Amazon Associates. In other words, by using that link, I will get a certain amount from the sale. It helps me out. You can use this link by clicking on the photo of the cover and the Amazon US link in the list of purchase links in this post. I will be eternally grateful!

I stopped doing release blitz for Give Me Books Promotions because they always seem very hit or miss for me. The books usually chosen aren’t one’s that I would normally pick up. They focus a lot more on the smutty romances rather than the more tame ones that I prefer.

This one was right in the middle. The sex scenes were hot, but tame enough. And THANK YOU Harper Phoenix for being very actively mentioning protection and the like.


She was sworn off men…

… Until an accidental meeting changed everything.

Alissa sacrificed everything for her husband and child. While he climbed the corporate ladder, she made them a nice home and became the perfect wife.

Until he broke her trust.

Broke her spirit.

Since a tragic accident changed his existence, Luke has had to fight his demons on a daily basis. Despite the heartbreak that haunts him he is determined to live his life to the fullest.

A promise he can’t break.

No matter the pain.

When fate throws Alissa and Luke together, it’s the very last thing either of them are looking for. Is there a chance its could be everything they need?”

Be warned that this book does have trigger warnings for anxiety and the death of a child. So know that going into that.

My Thoughts

So, overall I really loved this book. I had read a book that I didn’t really love right before this one and I was really nervous going into it.

I started reading it and fell in love with these characters. I connected with Alissa and understood her anxiety. You could tell that the author has been through this themselves while reading it.

I truly fell in love with this couple and I wanted them to get their happy ending. After everything they’ve been through, that’s just what they deserved.

This tells the story of these two through heartbreak and their dark times and show that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, if you just work toward it.

Definitely 5 stars from me!

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Get To Know The Author

I’m a born and bred East Yorkshire lass. Where I still live with my husband and our children.
A self-confessed night owl, that’s usually when I do my best work, lucky for me home-schooling my daughter gives me plenty of time to catch up on those late-night hours writing, although my irrational love of full sugar coke can help with that too—don’t tell the sugar police.

I wrote my first book when my daughter was born back in 2004, but it stayed on my laptop for years while I worked out what to do with it. Things were sure different back then, and to be able to publish a manuscript you’d poured your soul into seemed a far-off dream, one that I didn’t know would ever come true.

While my first book baby festered on my hard drive, I went on to study a Creative Writing and English degree, while also growing our family with not only children but more puppies and dog’s than a sane woman should have.

With a degree under my belt, those original characters, tucked safely far away from sight, still called to me like old friends. Using my new skills and knowledge I decided to give them the attention they deserved. Forbidden Love is the result of those long years of maturing and I couldn’t be prouder of how my first novel turned out.

What began as one story, fifteen years ago, grew to become a series and in 2016 I took the plunge and dove into the indie publishing world releasing Forbidden Love to feedback that blew my mind.
And here I still am, loving every minute, bringing characters that hold a place in my heart to life.
All I can do now, is hope you are here to join me for the ride.


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Thank you all so much for joining me. I truly hope that you check out this book. I really loved it and I hope that you do as well.

Keep reading for the excerpt from the book!




When your whole world implodes and in the matter of hours and your happily ever after turns to dust, life sucks.

I’m left holding the baby. Literally.

The baby being my eleven-month old daughter, Nora, who knows nothing of her father’s failure to be a decent husband… man… well human-being really. He’s a shitty person and that’s all there is to it. Our story started out like your typical fairy-tale. Goosebumps still prickle my skin when I remember the way he chased me throughout Senior school, and the years of romance that followed. And the proposal and wedding? Just call me Cinde-fucking-rella. But my perfect life came crashing down as quickly as that pink line appeared on the pregnancy test. Apparently a tired, puffy and hormonal wife didn’t exactly make my husband’s dick stand to attention. So, in a move I can only imagine was driven by his little head (and I do mean little,) he decided my ex-best friend was a better option.

That’s right I said ex because before she did the dirty with my husband she was the best friend. I told her everything, confided in her and cried on her shoulder about my non-existent sex life and all the while her own sex life was heating up with my husband. Weekends away on ‘business trips’ and doing all the things a wife should be doing with her husband. Except she was his slutty side piece with a big fat mouth and a huge spent pussy the whole football team had ridden so often they called her the local bike.

Yeah, I’m bitter and I don’t care. I’ve been wronged by the two people I trusted the most. Now I’m a single mother with no social life to speak of, and my only conversation is in baby gobbledegook. I actually look forward to the delivery woman ringing the doorbell when I order groceries online. Yeah, I have them delivered. Have you ever tried juggling a crying baby and a shopping cart while concentrating on what comfort food you plan to stuff your face with that night while crying over chick flicks? Yeah, I’m miserable, it’s obvious, right?