Cover Reveal! The Rivalry by Nikki Sloane


I love love LOVE college romances! Looking forward to this one!
The Rivalry by Nikki Sloane releases on NOVEMBER 21st!





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This tight end is at the top of his game.

He’s good with his hands, even better with his sexy mouth, and the best at making me forget my own name. His—ahem—stats are perfect.

But I can’t fall for him.

He might be everything I want, all rolled into a glorious package of gridiron god, but there’s one teeny-tiny problem. The vile, loathsome team I’ve spent my entire life hating—my beloved school’s arch-rival?

This guy is their star player.


About the Author:

Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.

Stalk Nikki:





5 HUGE STARS for Grip by Kennedy Ryan

“If I break your heart, I break mine.”


Grip (Grip #1) by Kennedy Ryan – 5 HUGE STARS!6c050-goodreads-button

I’m apologizing right now for the amount of gushing coming your way and the amount of quotes I’m about to share. But I can’t help it. It’s very rare for me to pick up a book or series with the hype I have seen for this one and for me to actually understand what all the fuss is about. But WOW. Kennedy knocked me off my feet. The romance, the steam, the humor, the issues regarding race she delves into. Kennedy’s story telling and prose is off the charts amazing.

Grip picks up 8 years later from where Flow leaves off (to read my review of the FREE prequel Flow, click here), with Bristol managing Grip’s musical career. Bristol has kept Grip at a distance, stubbornly ignoring the insane pull they feel toward one another while trying to forget the intense week they spent together and that kiss under the stars. But their infatuation for one another is INTENSE.

“And you watch me.” He dips his head until he traps my eyes. “You watch me all the time. You can’t keep your eyes off me any more than I can keep my eyes off you.”

Try as she may, Bristol isn’t fooling anyone, especially Grip. He knows deep down, behind all that bravado and her well-guarded heart, Bristol wants him just as much as he wants her.

“It makes me want to set the world on fire.” His words come softly, but the truth roars in his eyes. “To think of you with them.” There haven’t been nearly as many men as he probably assumes, but I don’t reveal that. I can’t offer him any relief. “You wanna know what consoles me, though?” He looks up at me, calculation in his eyes. Before I can tell him I don’t want to know, he goes on. “For one, I know when we’re together, it’ll only take once for me to fuck their memory out of you.”

Even though on the surface Grip & Bristol seem so wrong for each other, their connection runs deep. And despite what society and friends and family might tell them, despite the years apart, the other people they saw, they know there is no one else for them.

“A fiery chord bridges the distance between our bodies, and I want to pull her close enough to burn me, to hurt me, to destroy me. Sometimes I don’t think I care as long as she’s close. I just want to feel her, even if it burns me alive.”

O M G just typing these quotes is giving me goosebumps all over again.

Without breaking rhythm, I bend to her ear. “You have nothing to be afraid of.” I press her hand to my chest, over my heart. “This is yours. No one else’s.” I dip my head, slowing to nothing, but keeping her eyes. “I’m yours. No one else’s.” I scatter kisses over her cheeks. “Even when we fight, I feel you. Your anger, your frustration. I feel your pleasure like it’s mine. Your emotions like they’re mine…Don’t you feel how connected we are?” I ask. “If I break your heart, I break mine.”

I’m not going to lie. This book was tough.
It hurt.
SO many scenes hurt my heart.
But god damn it, it HURT. SO. GOOD.
Kennedy Ryan is a goddess and I want to bow at her feet for creating one of the best and most influential romances with such well thought out characters and dynamic relationships I have read.

Her words are poetry, her characters are flawed and real, and the angst and tension leapt off the pages and GRIPPED ME from page one and didn’t let go until the end. You know a book is good when you have to go back and re-read scenes over and over because you can’t get over how beautiful the words are.

“Her tears come even as our bodies resume a ferocious pace. We splinter into a thousand pieces in her kitchen, becoming more together than we were apart. More than we were alone. With whispered promises and words of love, we exchange hearts.”

I was hooked from Flow. My infatuation with her words just grew in Grip. And I am freaking ecstatic this story isn’t done and I get to read one more book about this complex and amazing couple.

I CAN NOT recommend this series enough. READ IT!!!!!!!

💜 Reading order 💜:

FLOW, Prequel *must be read first*➜ (FREE!)
GRIP (Grip #1) ➜ (99c Sale
STILL (Grip #2) ➜ (LIVE!)


Review: Drumline by Stacy Kestwick ⭐🥁


Drumline by Stacy Kestwick- 4/4.5 Stars


OMG. Dirty talking heroes on college snare lines is like my new favorite thing. Stacy Kestwick- where did you come from girl and when can I get more?!? This book was so much better than I expected it to be and was just the book I needed to get me out of my book funk. When I picked this up, nothing was grabbing my attention and I had DNFed 3 other books. But I saw a teaser on Stacy’s FB page, picked this up, devoured this sweet, funny, sexy as all hell little story, and well… you can now just call me Mrs. Bronson. And no I’m not kidding. I don’t know the last time I read about a hero as freaking perfect as he was.

I’m not going to write a long winded review about the plot. No no, the blurb will tell you. I’m going to let the hero Laird’s fine ass sell you on this book for me:

“I’d started to measure time by the number of hours until I’d see her again. And the answer was always too fucking long.”

“I wasn’t lost.”
“But I was, Reese.” I opened my eyes and searched her face. “I didn’t know where you were, so I was.” <— my fave line.

“I wanted to find out what made her laugh, discover the secret to making her smile so big that dimple appeared, and uncover her greatest fear so I could stand by her side when she had to face it. Yeah, this wasn’t a girl who’d let me do the dirty work for her, slay her dragons while she cowered in the ivy-covered tower. Reese would be on the front lines, carving her own path and wielding her own sword. And I wanted to be the one to have her back on the journey.”

“You feel this.” I pointed between us. “It’s basic. Call it hormones, call it chemistry, whatever. There’s something there when I look at you. When I touch you. Your body reacts, just like mine does.”

“What would you have done with my panties?”
“Later that night, after I’d climbed in bed, I’d have used them while I stroked my dick. Pretended the slight scratch was your nails. Or your teeth. Pumped myself raw into the same scrap of cloth that had been pressed to you all day until I came.” I paused to run the tip of my tongue along her earlobe, and an absurd sense of pride swelled my chest when her breathing stuttered.
“Then I’d have done it all over again.”


And the hysterical heroine Reese, too:

“Breathe, Reese,” he chided. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath, and the air escaped in a whoosh. He grinned wolfishly. “I won’t bite. Unless I think you’ll like it.”
My head fell back on the pillow. Unless I think you’ll like it. His words echoed in my head. Dear Peter, Paul, and all the apostles, even the shitty one, Judas.
I would. I would like it.”

Ok, just one more quote:

“Fuck, Reese,” he murmured against my lips, his hands slipping up to frame my face. “What am I going to do with you?”
I lost myself in the nocturne of his kiss, the endless way his mouth slanted over mine, our bodies tangled together like a chord.
I kissed him until I was breathless, the answer to his question settling quietly between my ribs.

I lied. I think ^that was my favorite quote.

This book made me realize just how much I have missed reading NA romance and how rare it can be to find one that is as funny, emotional, sexy, and well paced as this one is.

Bravo Stacy Kestwick. I adored this story and characters SO MUCH and can’t wait to read more from you!

Drumline is out now!! (click below to purchase)

Forget You, Ethan by Whitney G. COVER REVEAL ❤️


Forget You, Ethan by Whitney G.

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Fall//Winter 2017 (TBA)
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer…
I’ve hated Rachel Dawson since I was seven years old. My next door neighbor and number one sworn enemy, she’s the reason why almost all of our childhood fights ended with me setting something of hers on fire. (Or, vice versa.)
She snitched on me when I broke curfew. 
I snitched on her when she lied about having a boyfriend.  
We went back and forth like this throughout high school, both vowing to never talk to each other again when we went off to college.  
But that was until she showed up at my apartment during my senior year and asked me for a temporary place to stay. Until I realized just how much between us had changed, and the line I thought we’d never cross became harder and harder to ignore…
**Forget You, Ethan is a standalone friends (to enemies) to lovers romance**