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FREE from 5th-12th February! – Our Options Have Changed by Julia Kent & Elisa Reed

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance


Having it all is a fantasy, right?

Chloe Browne knows all about fantasy. Fantasy is her job.

And she’s very, very good at what she does.

As director of design for the O Spa chain, a sophisticated women’s club that is trending its way into being the Next Big Thing, Chloe’s ready to take on the world.

One baby at a time.

Her home study’s done, and she’s about to adopt, a thirty-something single mother by choice. Who needs to put her life on hold for the right guy when the right baby is waiting for her?

Besides, talk about fantasy.

The right guy?

Pfft. Right.

And then in walks Nick Grafton, with those commanding sapphire eyes and wavy blonde hair and a sophisticated mouth that only smiles for her.

He’s perfect.

But the last thing Nick wants is to start fresh with a new baby as his college-age kids fly the coop. A single father for more than fifteen years after his wife walked out on her family, Nick finally tastes freedom.

But he likes the taste of Chloe more.

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Our Options Have Changed is a full-length standalone contemporary romance, the first in the On Hold series by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent and journalist-turned-fiction-writer Elisa Reed. It is a loose spinoff from Julia Kent’s Shopping for a Billionaire series, with cameo appearances from favorite characters.

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Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down

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Elisa Reed is a journalist-turned-fiction-writer whose snappy,  irreverent prose combines with an irrepressible zest for the simpler, and often intimate, pleasures of life to produce fun(ny) contemporary romance with a focus on second chances. New England born and bred, Elisa Reed now lives, writes, and plays in New Orleans and along the sugar sands of the Gulf Coast.

You can find her on Facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/elisareedauthor



O is a twenty-first century club for sophisticated women. A fourth space for women of a discerning taste.

Home is the first space. Work is the second space. Third spaces are locations like coffee shops and malls.

O is the fourth space. The space where you can arrive. Rest. Relax. Indulge. Be someone you can’t be in the other three spaces.

Based on our membership rates, we’re onto something. Our investors are, shall we say, pleased.

O does have a public presence, thanks to our retail environments. In Boston, Chicago, San Francisco, and soon in New Orleans, sophisticated consumers can spend hours—and hundreds of dollars—browsing our selection of “elegant accessories for intimate pleasure.”

That’s right—sex toys. That’s what the masses call them. Except at O, we cater to a clientele that doesn’t want to be one of the hoi polloi. They want to be unique. In the know. Enlightened and cosmopolitan on the surface.

But a wildcat down…below.

Which makes a Grade C unacceptable. No one wants to be average.

Especially down below.

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Dirty Words by Erica Lynn (@Ms_Erica_Lynn) #lovemehard

Title: Dirty Words

Series: Jessa Woods Novella

Author: Erica Lynn

Genre: Erotic Romance / Romantic Comedy

Heat Level: 5

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Today’s dirty word is…

Jessa Woods has made it her career to educate others about sexual health. Whether it’s simple techniques, exploring sexuality, or spicing up relationships, her radio show, Dirty Words, is a local go-to for all things sexy.

Her personal life, however, isn’t so hot. With a jam-packed schedule and her work first and foremost on her mind, Jessa has little time to date, and her best friend, Jen, fears she’s become cynical.

When Jen slips her iPad full of steamy romance novels in Jessa’s bag before her big trip to a radio show festival, Jessa is less than impressed. However, after scanning a few titles and really looking at what these books have to offer, she realizes she may have been too quick to judge. After all, what’s the harm in examining some of these tropes?

Enter Dylan Masters, the always sexy radio engineer, who offers to explore them with her. Jessa’s always had a thing for Dylan, but she’d never cross that line with a coworker, and more importantly, a friend.

Well, except for that one time at the company Christmas party…

When Dylan proposes a weekend of hot, no expectations sex, Jessa’s determined to take the advice she so often gives and let loose. But she soon realizes their time together could end in total disaster.

Or, she may just come face to face with the dirtiest word of all…love.



Jessa looked around for something to cover herself with, but the knocking only grew more insistent. She hobbled on weak legs over to the door, opening it only a tiny bit so she could poke her head out while still keeping her naked body hidden.

Dylan stood there, sexy as hell in a black tank top and loose grey shorts, with both hands above his head as he leaned on the doorframe. “You’ve got to stop.”


“I can hear you…and…you can’t do this to me.”

“I’m not doing anything to you.”

“Excuse me?” Dylan’s eyes bored into hers, raw and electric. He took a step closer and lowered his voice so much she could barely hear him. “Jessa, I know what you’re doing. I can hear you. Through the wall.”

Jessa realized his face was dark red, his breathing heavy and ragged, and he sported a major hard-on that pressed against his shorts, begging to be let free. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were back yet. I figured you’d be down there with the blonde. Anyway, I have to try these new products, so—”

“I’m not interested in her and you know it.”

“The way she was throwing herself at you, I assumed…”

“I only want one woman right now, and it’s not her. And you don’t have to be sorry. You aren’t doing anything wrong. Just, please, keep it down. It was hard enough looking at you all night in that dress, imagining those black heels digging into my ass, and now I have to hear you get yourself off? It’s too much. There isn’t a man alive who could take this kind of abuse.”

She took a deep breath and debated what to say next. A smart girl would shut the door and go back to her business. Turn on the TV so he couldn’t hear anything, get off, and then go to sleep. Yes, a smart girl would already be back on the bed with her hands between her legs, guiding the toy over her sweet spot. By herself. But Jessa was sick and fucking tired of being smart. Her head hurt, her sex ached, and she knew exactly who she wanted to make her come. To make her scream. To fuck her so good she wouldn’t be able to stand. Dylan. “So…help me.”


“You heard me.”

“Are you sure?” He swallowed hard, his eyes heavy with lust and need. He wanted her. She could see it all over his face. “Because, babe, if I come in there, if we start this up again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop this time.”

She stepped back and opened the door, hoping like hell nobody would decide to take that moment to walk down the hallway to fetch some ice. “Don’t I look sure?”

Dylan growled, yes, he fucking growled, and stormed inside her room. He slammed the door behind him, ripping his black tank top up and over his head, then throwing it to the ground.

Jessa couldn’t help but lick her lips the second she laid eyes on those abs of his. She wanted to jump on top of him and lick every inch of those sinful muscles. “Come fuck me.”

“Not yet. First thing’s first.” He walked toward her, fire in his eyes, and picked her up into his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist just as her bare back hit the cool wall behind her.

He crushed his mouth to hers, and he wasn’t gentle about it. His lips demanded entry, and she willingly obliged. His tongue practically fucked her mouth as he swept it along every inch. Exploring her. Devouring her. Making her his. He finally pulled away, breathless, his body shaking slightly as he set her on her feet. “I’ve waited way too fucking long to kiss you. At the Christmas party I was too rushed, it was so unexpected, but not this time. This time you’re fucking mine.” He palmed her ass and squeezed, kneading the flesh between his fingers. “Now go lie down.”

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About the Author:

Erica Lynn lives in Houston, TX with her husband, daughters, and dogs. She considers the beach to be her happy place and, as fate would have it, fell in love with her husband after a day of sun and sand.

She’s a self­-proclaimed reality TV junkie, and especially loves The Real Housewives. In her few and fleeting spare moments, she loves to settle down with a nice glass of wine and a sexy book.

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Hot Dad by Whitley Cox (@WhitleyCoxBooks) #lovemehard

Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic Comedy


Heat level: 5 flames. Explicit sexual content, vulgar language and BDSM scenes.

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Since the moment I laid eyes on her I’ve wanted her.

But I wasn’t ready.

The kids were my world and my wounds were still raw.

For six months, I watched her from afar. Dreamed of her, lusted after her, fantasized…

But all that’s about to change. I’m finally ready to take the plunge and start dating again. And now that I know she’s single, I’m going to do this right and win Harper. I want her mind, I want her body, I want her heart.

And when she gives me all access, no limits, I know she’s the one for me.


He’s the one we all call Hot Dad at playgroup. The one who makes my knees weak and my panties wet every time he walks through the door. We all eye-fuck the bejesus out of him, and dream of his tongue between our legs.

But my kid is my world, and I’m a frumpy mom with a hole in the bum of her yoga pants. What could he ever see in me? So when Sam calls out of the blue, I’m stunned.

Now if only the kids can stop cock-blocking us, and his psycho ex would go away.

He’s turned out to be a master Dom and I’m willing and eager to be taught how to be the perfect little submissive.

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Dirty Xcerpt

Holy crap on a cracker. Sam in full-on Dom mode was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Those jeans, those feet, those abs. Oh sweet baby Jesus, those abs. How does someone get their stomach to look like that? A thousand situps a day and a diet of nothing but chicken breasts and iceberg lettuce? That had to be it. They were hypnotic, and I was mesmerized by the way they bunched and contracted as he moved to shut the bedroom door. I heard the lock engage and let out the breath I’d been holding.

The atmosphere inside the house was heavy and electric. The man overwhelmed the space, projecting his dark mood. Yet even then, he was difficult to read. I knew he was angry. Worried. And by the way he’d ordered me over here threatening punishment—turned on, but there was something else there, lurking just beneath the surface.

My gaze left his abs and shifted back over to the top of the dresser. Handcuffs, shackles, nipple clamps, blindfolds, paddles, crops, whips, floggers, and what was that wheelie thing? Was that a strap? Fire ignited deep inside me, and flames danced along my arms and up my neck. I encircled my left wrist with the thumb and index finger of my right hand, making a cuff of sorts. Remembering the cuffs last night. Sam came toward me, bringing his incredible scent, masculine and spicy with the hint of mint and fresh linen. He circled behind me; I stilled, waiting, wondering where he was going to touch me first.

I didn’t have to wait long.

His breath was warm and smelled mildly of liquor as his lips landed on my collarbone. Had he been drinking?

I must have tensed, because his hands fell to my waist, and he whispered, “I had one shot right before you showed up. But I’m not drunk.”

I swallowed. “Okay.”

“I want to worship you, Harper. Make you come harder than you’ve ever come before. Help you find new, never before touched erogenous zones and please you until you’re begging me for sleep.”


“But I also want to punish you.”

I knew he needed this. I knew he needed an outlet for the nightmare Meegan had put him through, and I was willing to be that outlet. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I wanted to be everything he needed. And tonight he needed to let go.


His lips fell back to my collarbone before traveling around the back of my neck and down the other side. He spun me around, smoothly removed my shirt, lifting it up and over my head. My pants were next. I’d been in my hole-in-bum yoga pants when he called but changed into jeans to come over. He unsnapped, unzipped and let the denim fall to the floor.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze slowly raking me from head to toe. Those magnificent eyes of his turned the shade of magical moonlight, deep and blue and fierce.

I was lost in them. Lost in Sam, and he’d hardly even touched me. I would do anything for this man. He had my heart months ago, and now he had my body. I was his.

“Step out.”

I stepped out of my jeans and stood there for the rest of his inspection. He glanced at the bed.


I sat.

He knelt down; his big, warm hands encircled my left ankle. He ran them up the length of my calf, massaging out aches and knots I didn’t even know I had. I closed my eyes. A low, pleasured groan slowly rumbled through me from the back of my throat. Methodically, he removed my socks. I thought he’d proceed on to the other leg, but he didn’t. Instead he massaged and caressed, kneaded and prodded my feet. I groaned again, this time louder and longer. He dug his thumbs into the balls and arches of my feet, rubbed the pads of each toe until my whole body relaxed and I slumped back supine on the bed. He moved onto the other ankle, delivering the same glorious treatment to the other calf and foot. I was mush. Complete and total mush.

A gentle nip to the pad of my big toe brought me out of my coma, and I opened my eyes just as his hands came up and drew down my panties. Knuckles grazed the tops of my thighs, and I inhaled from how such a simple touch could make my entire body turn to molten lava and erupt with need.

He slid them over my ankles. Forgetting gentle, he palmed my thighs and spread me wide. Then his mouth was on me. Decadent warmth and velvety softness swept up through my folds as plump lips enclosed around my clit and fiercely sucked. My hips jerked off the bed, and I pushed into his mouth. That tongue, that diabolical tongue flicked and flicked and flicked until I was a convulsing mess on the bed.

Just a tongue.

Just a flick.

Just my clit.

And I was ready to implode. There were no fingers, no circles, nothing, and the man had me in an absolute frenzy. My head thrashed back and forth on the bed as the orgasm built like the crazy winter storm outside. And Sam just continued to flick. It was the most intense, insane kind of torture. I wanted more, more lips, more tongue, more fingers—anything. But at the same time, I didn’t. That flick was enough. That flick was perfect.

Ecstasy, jagged in its reality, lingered just out of my grasp. I was seconds from letting Sam push me over the cliff when he stopped the flicking, gave one, long, slow lick up between my folds, then stood up.

What the hell?

His grin was salacious and pure Dom.

“Would you like to come?” he asked.

I swallowed from my position on the bed. “Yes.”

“You’ll come when I say you can come. Stand up.”


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A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.

A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.

Guest Blog: Simon Lipson

I thought it might be apt, given that Lucy arranged this blog tour (via Writer Marketing Services), to give my impressions of the tour so far and pass on some tips.

Tip one. Don’t do it. My fingers are sore from writing guest blogs and answering interview questions, my brain steaming with the effort of finding interesting things to say, my eyes raw from re-reading my book to select some apposite extracts. And there are still a few more to do. Aargh! Maybe I made the mistake of opting for the month long tour – 20 blogs; a week might have been better…or a day.

Now I don’t want to put Lucy out of business. On the contrary. She has put the whole thing together with speed and expertise and her attention and advice have been first class throughout. And, being serious for a moment, if you’ve got the time and the stamina, visiting 20 interesting and influential bloggers’ sites has got to be good for getting the message out there about your book. But it’s not a walk in the park.

So, here’s how I’ve tackled my blog tour.

I started with the hosts who wanted to interview me, figuring this would ease me gently into the tour ahead of the more onerous task of writing guest blogs. Four sets of questions to which I knew the answers. Come on. What could be…? Oh, I see, you want me to actually think about something rather than give pat answers? Ok, fair enough. How many questions have you got…10? 10?! You’re kidding. In the end, answering 10 well thought out and often penetrative questions turned out to be quite tricky and time-consuming, albeit, as most interviewees will confirm, there’s nothing better than talking about yourself.

On to guest posts. How many? 12? 12?! That’s harder than writing the bloody book! I tried to write something apposite to each site, but as so many of them had similar themes and readerships (mostly within the erotica, fantasy & romance genres) I soon began to struggle. I could have copied and pasted, I suppose, but I think it only right to come up with something different for each host. After all, they’ve been good enough to invite me to say something, so I owe it to them to be as original as I can. It also occurs to me – albeit this was not a factor – that many followers of one erotica site might well follow another on which I’d also posted, and they wouldn’t want to read the same old stuff again.

Finally, excerpts.  Four hosts asked me to select some passages from the book. This was certainly the easiest element of the tour. I’ve already read extracts at various festivals and libraries so had a good idea about what to select. Even so, in limiting these to around 1000 words, the key question became ‘where do I start and finish?’. It was important to ensure each excerpt was as self-contained as possible, but I ended up providing short explanatory notes where necessary.

There you have it. Not too bad, really. And I’m nearly done. I should stop complaining, go and bathe my fingers in salt water and get back on the case tomorrow. Without wishing to over-egg the pudding, if you’re thinking of going on a blog tour, Lucy should be your first port of call (have I earned my discount now Lucy?).


Song in the Wrong KeyMichael Kenton is a middle-aged man living in middle-class comfort with wife Lisa and daughters Millie and Katia. Drifting complacently towards retirement, Mike’s world is turned upside-down when he is thrown unexpectedly onto the career scrapheap.

While Lisa’s career sky-rockets, Mike slobs around in his track suit playing guitar, rekindling his teenage love affair with pop music. Knowing Lisa wouldn’t approve, he plots a secret ‘comeback’ at a grimy Crouch End bistro where music executive Ben, desperate and out of time, asks if he can enter one of Mike’s songs into the Eurovision Song Contest. With nothing to lose, Mike focuses on Eurovision but quickly finds himself staring down the barrel of low level fame. His crumbling marriage now page five news, he must choose between his musical dream and mending his broken family, a task complicated by the re-appearance of ex-love of his life Faye.

A laugh-out-loud comedy about love, family, friendship and Euro- tack by acclaimed stand-up and comedy writer Simon Lipson.


Simon LipsonSimon Lipson was born in London and took a law degree at the LSE. After a spell as a lawyer, he co-founded legal recruitment company Lipson Lloyd-Jones in 1987. In 1993, Simon took his first tentative steps onto the comedy circuit and has since become an in-demand stand-up and impressionist across the UK, as well as a regular TV and radio performer/writer. His broadcasting credits include Week Ending, Dead Ringers, Loose Ends and Fordham & Lipson (co-wrote and performed own 4 part sketch series) on Radio 4; Interesting…Very Interesting and Simon Lipson’s Xmas Box on Radio 5 and And This Is Them on Radio 2. He is also an experienced voice artiste who has voiced hundreds of advertisements as well as cartoons and documentaries. His first novel, Losing It, a thriller, was published by Matador in 2008. Simon is a columnist for Gridlock Magazine (www.gridlockmagazine.com). His next novel, Standing Up, will be published by Lane & Hart in Autumn 2012.





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Guest Blog: Desi Moon

Accidental Intent by Desi Moon

Thank you so much Lucy for letting me highjack your blog today! *Mwah* I really appreciate it! 🙂

My stories often begin with a flash, a “what if” moment. I begin with an opening and an idea of where I hope to end up. The middle of the story is left completely to the characters.

When I sat down to write Accidental Intent, I had Lucy (my “heroine”) nattering in my ear about this that and the other. She told me about her business and her dogs. I was hooked with her dogs. A bloodhound named Rufus and a St. Bernard named Baloo. So I was in, but quickly questioned my commitment when things began to get out of hand.

I had envisioned another contemporary romantic comedy much like my first book, Summerland. It had all the earmarks—an opinionated heroine, a sexy man (Nicolai, the love interest stepped forward and I swooned before he said a word) nosy friends and an idyllic location. Longmont Colorado is incredibly scenic.

However, my seemingly innocent contemporary romance got off to a not so innocent start, when Sheila, Lucy’s best friend, finds a dead body in a dumpster. Suddenly Longmont isn’t looking quite so innocent. Nicolai stepped forward and announced he is a homicide detective. His low gravelly voice should have been music to my ears, but instead it just irritated me. How the hell am I supposed to write a fun light hearted contemporary romance with a dead body stinking up my idyllic setting?

Then another body was found, bad guys started to creep out of the woodwork and I had no idea who they were. It had been a couple decades years since I had read Nancy Drew, but my detective skills were still fairly decent.

Three months later I was staring at a fun murder mystery romp that holds danger, intrigue, hot romance, goofy dogs, annoying exes, a lot of coffee and some incredibly fashion forward footwear.

Desi Moon



Accidental IntentWhen drugs and murder invade sleepy Longmont, Colorado, Lucy Lafferty, resident dog trainer, finds her quiet existence turned inside out with her name added to a rising body count. And that wouldn’t be good for her four-legged furry family or her prized designer shoe collection.

During the rising heat of summer, Lucy Lafferty reaches the conclusion that men aren’t worth the effort, especially with an ex-sex partner who pushes to revive a relationship that never existed. But when she’s thrown together on a murder investigation with Detective Nicolai Petrovski, the mercury rises to dangerous levels that have nothing to do with the season. Investigating a backwoods dog rescue unknowingly puts them both into dangerous territory and Lucy, despite all her bravado, can’t help falling for the magnetic cop.

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Desi (D.B.) Moon lives in Boulder, CO with her husband Eben, two kids and an ever growing menagerie.

She has two full length books out right now. A contemporary romance, Summerland and a romantic suspense, Accidental Intent. Desi also has a short story in the Tempting Cupid Anthology titled “My Humiliating Valentine” and in June will be a part of the Dad Plan Anthology with a short titled “For the Love of Mac”

An animal activist and a Project Runway junkie, Desi is also an avid Muay Thai kickboxer and loves to bake decadent “plant based” desserts.

Guest Blog: Elizabeth Kyne


Author Elizabeth Kyne dreams about what life might have been like

if she’d been blessed with more hours in the day


One night a couple of years ago, I was just getting ready for bed when the phone rang. “Who the hell’s calling at this hour?” was the general reaction in the house. It turned out to be Ian. The conversation went something like this:

“Oh hi Ian, I was just going to bed.”

“Bed? But it’s ten o’clock. Why are you going to bed now?”

“Because it’s bed time.”

He had no concept of a person wanting to go to bed at ten o’clock. To him, it was the middle of the evening and there were four hours until his bedtime.

I wish I were like Ian.

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Book Review: Wrapped Up in You by Carole Matthews

Article first published as Book Review: Wrapped Up in You by Carole Matthews on Blogcritics.

Wrapped Up in YouWrapped Up in You is the first of Carole Matthews’ novels that I’ve read. Based on how much I enjoyed it, it definitely won’t be the last. I read it in a couple of sittings, and had life not gotten in the way, I could have easily have done it in one. It’s that easygoing, not to mention a page turner!

This heartwarming romantic comedy is about Janie Johnson, a thirty-something hairdresser who’s pretty much given up on love. She doesn’t think she’s ever been in love, and isn’t hopeful that she ever will be. She’s just plodding along in life, aware that she’s missing out on something, but has no idea what to do about it. That is, until several things conspire at once to make her change her mind: too many nights in alone, a terrible blind date and the news that her ex is getting married. Before you know it, Janie has booked a ludicrously expensive holiday to Africa and is looking forward to getting away from it all. All her friends think she’s barmy, and by the time the holiday rolls around, Janie’s beginning to agree with them.

However, a flight and a very bumpy drive later and Janie’s being introduced to Dominic, her tour guide for the week. She very quickly forgets her misgivings, and by the time her holiday of a lifetime is over, she’s also convinced she’s found the love of her lifetime. Maasai warrior Dominic is a charming sex god who speaks very good English, and Janie is completely besotted. It appears Dominic feels the same way. Therefore when it’s time for Janie to go home, she really doesn’t want to. But she must.

Arriving home, all Janie can think about is the fact that the love of her life is thousands of miles away. Once again, her friends think she’s crazy and are convinced that Dominic is just trying to snare himself a rich British woman so he can come and live in England. Janie knows that isn’t the case, and continues to think of a way she can be with Dominic. But it certainly won’t be easy…

Wrapped Up in You really is a fab book. It’s an easy read, and had me speed reading to find out what happened next. Janie is a fab – if somewhat ditzy heroine – and Dominic is just… well. He’s not your typical romance novel hero; he’s big, he’s adorable, he’s hilarious and a total sweetheart. There were lots of twists and turns in the book and I wasn’t sure where it was going to end up, which is always a good thing. It’s all wrapped up in a satisfying ending which left me with a great big silly grin on my face. Call it a rom com, call it chick lit. Call it what you like – I’m calling it a damn good book.

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