REVIEW: Dear Life by Meghan Quinn

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DEAR LIFE
NA Contemporary Romance
Designed by: Meghan Quinn
Photographer: Lauren Perry
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Four lives. Four stories. Four sets of letters. Four brave souls in need of guidance while facing life's greatest challenges.

The anonymously published Dear Life program is designed to help them step outside of their comfort zones, face their obstacles, and relinquish their demons...and prove their existence.

With their lives teetering between wanting more and losing it all, all four souls dive into the program as a New Year’s resolution, sending them on a crazy, life-altering journey. 

Dear Life, 

Please be kind. 

Yours truly, Hollyn, Jace, Daisy, and Carter.
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 Dear Life,

After reading this book by +Meghan Quinn I am forever changed.  
This is my favorite book from her!

Emotionally, beautifully written story that had me second guessing my life choices I have made.

It made me feel, 
cry,
love,
laugh,
hurt,
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it made me want to better myself as much as I can going forward.

All the characters hit home for me.  The captured my heart and made me want to find the best in everything I do.

Yes you will question yourself & also be aware of your future choices you make in life.

This book is just.... EPIC!!!

It's a MUST read that you must go purchase!

**ARC kindly provided in exchange for an honest review***

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About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!


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REVIEW: Commander in Chief by Katy Evans

Commander in Chief by Katy Evans
Series: White House #2
Publication Date: January 5th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Synopsis:

The sizzling second installment of the White House series, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans.

We fell in love during the campaign.
The stakes were high.
Reputations could have been ruined.
Scandal hovered over us like a cloud.
Now the man I love is the President of the United States of America.
And its not my vote he is after.
He wants it all.
My heart. My body. My soul.
He wants me by his side.
In the White House.
Normalcy will be gone from my life, privacy forgotten.
I am only twenty three. I just wanted to play a part in history. But it seems like history wasn't done with me. The part where I lost my heart to Matthew Hamilton? It was only the beginning…


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 Commander in Chief is a wonderful ending to Charlotte and Matt's story.

I had been patiently waiting for this book & it was totally worth the wait.

Author Katy Evans gives us the fast pace world of politics filled with love story that is well developed and memorable.

Yes Charlotte was a character that I had to adjust to because her strong independent self was frustrating at times.  I wanted her to give in to Matt, and when she did, it made me happy to see her happy with him.  To be the FIrst Lady at his side and become her own.

And Matt, who doesn't love a strong man in charge?  We all want that strong driven man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.  He proves even more in this book that he loves Charlotte and he has made the right decision having her by his side.

Their growth in the love for each other in this book had me swooning.  I love that this book had a great way of showing how their love gradually grew without drawing it out. 

A Perfect ending to this strong loving couple!

Go One click both of these books in this wonderful series! 
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About the Author:

Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.

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Email: katyevansauthor@gmail.com
Twitter @authorkatyevans

COVER REVEAL: The Play Mate by Kendall Ryan

THE PLAY MATE is the upcoming friends to lovers standalone from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Kendall Ryan releasing on March 14, 2017 and here is the spectacular cover to reveal for you!

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Smith Hamilton has it all—he's smart, good-looking and loaded. But he remembers a time when he had nothing and no one, so he's not about to mess up, especially with his best friend’s little sister. That means keeping Evie at arm's length … even though the once pesky little girl is now a buxom bombshell. A sexy blonde who pushes his self-control to the limit the night she crawls into bed with him. Evie Reed knows she's blessed—with an exclusive education, a family who loves her, and a new job managing social media for her family's lingerie company. But she wants more, like a reason to wear the sexy lingerie herself. She has just the man in mind to help with that. She's crushed on Smith forever. Surely tricking her way into his bed will force him to see her in a new, adult way. Except that when Evie's plan leads to disaster, she and Smith must decide—ignore the attraction sizzling between them, or become play mates and risk it all.   

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kendall-ryan-headshot-1-pic      A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.


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COVER REVEAL: Delude by Jacob Chance



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DELUDE
By
JACOB CHANCE
Release Date: Late February
Genre: Erotic Thriller
Cover Artist: Jessica Hildreth
Hosted by: Chance Promotions

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Synopsis:

She wasn’t part of my original plan for revenge, but one glance at her and I was entranced. I followed her for weeks, observing her habits. I’ve been in her apartment numerous times, learning anything and everything I can about her. She’s become an obsession and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

It’s only a matter of time before I have her where I want her...
on her knees and at my mercy.
Soon, there will be no secrets between us.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.
A writer of erotic romance, DELUDE will be his next release and is a standalone erotic thriller.
Jacob plans on writing many more sexy, suspenseful stories and to branch out to other genres.


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EXCERPT REVEAL: EGO MANIAC by Vi Keeland

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The night I met Drew Jagger, he’d just broken into my new Park Avenue office. I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills. He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing.

Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant. Only, turned out, he wasn’t an intruder at all.

Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He’d been on vacation while his posh space was renovated. Which was how a scammer got away with leasing me office space that wasn’t really available for rent. I was swindled out of ten grand.

The next day, after hours at the police station, Drew took pity on me and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. In exchange for answering his phones while his secretary was out, he’d let me stay until I found a new place. I probably should have acted grateful and kept my mouth shut when I overheard the advice he was spewing to his clients. But I couldn’t help giving him a piece of my mind. I never expected my body to react every time we argued. Especially when that was all we seemed to be able to do.

The two of us were complete opposites. Drew was a bitter, angry, gorgeous-as-all-hell, destroyer of relationships. And my job was to help people save their marriages. The only thing the two of us had in common was the space we were sharing. And an attraction that was getting harder to deny by the day.

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Sometimes what you’re looking for comes when you’re not looking at all.

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I hate New Year’s Eve. Two hours in traffic to make it not even the nine miles home from LaGuardia. It was after ten o’clock at night. Why weren’t all these people at a party by now? Whatever tension two weeks in Hawaii had relieved was already back to coiling tighter and tighter inside me as the town car inched its way uptown. I tried not to think about all the work I was coming back to—the endless string of other people’s problems to compound my own: She cheated. He cheated. Get me full custody of the kids. She can’t have the house in Vail. All she wants is my money. She hasn’t given me a blowjob in three years. Listen, asshole, you’re fifty, bald, pompous, and shaped like an egg. She’s twenty-three, hot, and has tits so young they almost reach up to her chin. You want to fix this marriage? Come home with ten Gs in fresh, crisp bills, and tell her to get on her knees. You’ll get your blowjob. She’ll get her spending money. Let’s not pretend it was ever more than it really was. That doesn’t work for you? Unlike your soon-to-be ex-wife, I’ll take a check. Make that out to Drew M. Jagger, Attorney at Law. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling slightly claustrophobic in the back of the Uber, and looked out the window. An old lady with a walker passed us. “I’ll get out here,” I barked at the driver. “But you have luggage?” I was already exiting the back of the car. “Pop the trunk. It’s not like we’re moving anyway.” Traffic was at a dead stop, and it was only two blocks to my building. Tossing a hundred-dollar tip at the driver, I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and took in a deep breath of Manhattan. I loved this city as much as I hated it. 575 Park Avenue was a restored pre-war on the southeast corner of Sixty-Third Street—it was an address that gave people preconceived notions about you. Someone with my last name had occupied the building since before the place was converted into overpriced co-ops. Which is why my office was allowed to remain on the ground floor when other commercial tenants were tossed out years ago. I also lived on the top floor. “Welcome back, Mr. Jagger.” The uniformed doorman greeted me as he swung open the lobby door. “Thanks, Ed. I miss anything while I was gone?” “Nah. Same old, same old. Peeked in on your construction the other day, though. Looking good.” “They use the service entrance down Sixty-Third like they were supposed to?” Ed nodded. “Sure did. Barely heard them the last few days.” I dropped my luggage inside my apartment, then headed back downstairs in the elevator to check things out. For the last two weeks, while I was screwing off in Honolulu, my office space had been getting a total renovation. Cracks in the high, plastered ceilings were to be patched and painted, and new floors installed to replace the old, worn parquet. Thick plastic remained taped over all of the interior doorways when I walked in. The little furniture I hadn’t put in storage was also still covered with tarps. Shit. They aren’t done yet. The contractor had assured me there would only be finish work left by the time I returned. I was right to be skeptical. Flicking on the lights, I was happy to find the lobby completely done, though. Finally, a New Year’s Eve with no horrible surprises for a change. I took a quick look around, pleased with what I found, and was just about to leave when I noticed a light streaming from under the door of a small file room at the end of the hallway. Thinking nothing of it, I headed to turn it off. Now, I’m six foot two and a half, two hundred and five pounds, and maybe it was just my frame of mind, my not expecting to see anyone, but when I opened the door to the file room, finding her there scared the living crap out of me. She screamed. I took a step back through the door. She got up, stood on the chair, and began yelling at me, waving her cell phone in the air. “I’ll call the police!” Her fingers shook as she dialed nine, then one, and hovered over the last one. “Get out now, and I won’t call!” I could have lunged for her, and the phone would have been out of her hand before she realized she hadn’t dialed the final digit. But she looked terrified, so I retreated another step and put my hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I used my best soothing, calm voice. “You don’t need to call the police. This is my office.” “Do I look stupid to you? You just broke into my office.” “Your office? I think you took a wrong turn at the corner of Crazy and Nutjob.” She wobbled atop the chair, holding both arms out to regain her balance, and then…her skirt fell to her feet. “Get out!” She crouched down and grabbed her skirt, tugging it up to her waist as she turned her back to me. “Do you take medication, ma’am?” “Medication? Ma’am? Are you joking?” “You know what?” I motioned to the phone she was still holding. “Why don’t you push that last one and get the police over here. They can drive you back to whatever loony bin you escaped from.” Her eyes widened. For a crazy person—now that I was really looking—she was pretty damn cute. Fiery red hair piled on top of her head seemed to match her firecracker personality. Although from the looks of her blazing blue eyes, I was glad I’d held off on telling her that. She pushed one and proceeded to report the crime of entering one’s own office. “I’d like to report a robbery.” “Robbery?” I arched an eyebrow and looked around. A lone folding chair and crappy metal folding table were the only furniture in the entire space. “What exactly am I stealing? Your winning personality?” She amended her complaint to the police. “A breaking and entering. I’d like to report a breaking and entering at 575 Park Avenue.” She paused and listened. “No, I don’t think he’s armed. But he’s big. Really big. At least six feet. Maybe bigger.” I smirked. “And strong. Don’t forget to tell them I’m strong, too. Want me to flex for you? And maybe you should tell them I have green eyes. Wouldn’t want the police to confuse me with all the other really big thieves hanging out in my office.” After she hung up, she stayed standing on the chair, still glaring at me. “Was there also a mouse?” I asked. “A mouse?” “Considering you jumped up on that chair.” I chuckled. “You find this funny?” “Oddly, I do. And I have no fucking idea why. It should annoy the crap out of me that I come home from a two-week vacation and find a squatter in my office.” “Squatter? I’m no squatter. This is my office. I moved in a week ago.” She bobbled again while standing on her chair. “Why don’t you get down? You’re going to fall off that thing and get hurt.” “How do I know you’re not going to hurt me when I get down?” I shook my head and contained my laugh. “Sweetheart, look at the size of me. Look at the size of you. Standing on that chair isn’t doing jack shit to keep you safe. If I wanted to hurt you, you’d be out cold on the floor already.” “I take Krav Maga classes twice a week.” “Twice a week? Really? Thanks for the warning.” “You don’t have to ridicule me. Maybe I could hurt you. For an intruder, you’re really kind of rude, you know.” “Get down.” After a full minute stare-off, she climbed off the chair. “See? You’re as safe on the ground as you were up there.” “What do you want from here?” “You didn’t call the police, did you? You almost had me there for a second.” “I didn’t. But I can.” “Now why would you go and do that? So they can arrest you for breaking and entering?” She pointed down at her makeshift desk. For the first time, I noticed papers all over the place. “I told you. This is my office. I’m working late tonight because the construction crew was so loud today that I couldn’t get done what I needed to. Why would anyone break and enter to work at ten-thirty at night on New Year’s Eve?” Construction crew? My construction crew? Something was going on here. “You were here with the construction crew today?” “Yes.” I scratched my chin, half believing her. “What’s the foreman’s name?” “Tommy.” Shit. She was telling the truth. Well, at least some of it had to be the truth. “You said you moved in a week ago?” “That’s right.” “And you rented the space from whom, exactly?” “John Cougar.” Both my brows shot up this time. “John Cougar? Did he drop the Mellencamp, by chance?” “How should I know?” This wasn’t sounding good. “And you paid this John Cougar?” “Of course. That’s how renting an office suite works. Two months’ security, first and last month’s rent.” I shut my eyes and shook my head. “Shit.” “What?” “You got conned. How much did all of that cost you? Two months’ security, first and last month? Four months in total?” “Ten thousand dollars.” “Please tell me you didn’t pay cash.” Something finally clicked, and the color drained from her pretty face. “He said his bank was closed in the evening, and he couldn’t give me the keys until my check cleared. If I gave him cash, I could move in right away.” “You paid John Cougar forty thousand dollars in cash?” “No!” “Thank God.” “I paid him ten thousand in cash.” “I thought you said you paid four months.” “I did. It was twenty-five hundred a month.” That did it. Of all the crazy shit I’d heard so far, thinking she could get space on Park Avenue for twenty-five hundred a month took the cake. I broke out in a fit of laughter. “What’s so funny?” “You’re not from New York, are you?” “No. I just moved here from Oklahoma. What does that have to do with anything?” I took a step closer. “I hate to break the news to you, Oklahoma, but you got ripped off. This is my office. I’ve been here for three years. My father the thirty before that. I was on vacation the last two weeks and had the office remodeled while I was gone. Someone named after a singer scammed you into giving him cash to rent an office he had no right to rent. Doorman’s name is Ed. Walk through the main building entrance, and he’ll verify everything I just said.” “That can’t be.” “What do you do that you need office space?” “I’m a psychologist.” I held out my hand. “I’m an attorney. Let me see your contract.” Her face fell. “He hasn’t brought it by yet. He said the landlord was in Brazil on vacation, and I could move in, and he would come back on the first to collect the rent and bring me the contract to sign.” “You’ve been scammed.” “But I paid him ten thousand dollars!” “Which is another thing that should have tipped you off. You couldn’t rent a closet on Park Avenue for twenty-five hundred a month. Didn’t you find it strange that you were getting a place like this for next to nothing?” “I thought I was getting a deal.” I shook my head. “You got a deal alright. A raw deal.” She covered her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.”     ★★★★   We hope you enjoyed this extended preview!
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author-photoVi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Best Selling author. Over the last three years, eleven of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and four on the New York Times Bestseller lists. In 2013, she released her first romance novel and never looked back. To date, she has thirteen novels released, with PLAYBOY PILOT also releasing in 2016. Her novels have appeared on #1 on Amazon and are currently being translated into German, Polish, Portuguese, Korean, Hebrew, French and Italian.

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