Thursday, April 9, 2020

RELEASE DAY: One Moment Please by Amy Daws



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That awkward moment when an ER doctor has to inform you that you’re pregnant…with his baby.  



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That awkward moment when an ER doctor has to inform you that you’re pregnant…with his baby.

Three things Lynsey Jones knows about the hot doctor: he’s grouchy, an arrogant jerk, and strangely obsessed with pie.

Three things Dr. Josh Richardson knows: he doesn’t talk about his past, he doesn’t do relationships, and the crazy girl in the hospital cafeteria who ate a fistful of French silk pie…is annoyingly irresistible.

After a chance meetup at a bar and a heated cab ride together, things come to a head and now instead of hating each other, they’re horizontal in a bed.

Three months later, the weird cafeteria stalker who crept out of Josh’s house like a thief in the night, winds up as his patient in the ER after her Tinder date from hell.

The doctor is prepared to keep it cool and professional. That is until her bloodwork reveals she’s pregnant.

What really throws him for a loop…is the surprise baby…is his.


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What happens when the seriously hot and growly ER doctor who kicked you out of a hospital cafeteria turns into an epic one-night-stand? Well, for starters, a surprise pregnancy. Dr. Josh Richardson never wanted a family, but Lynsey's about to give him one. And if they have any hope of co-parenting, they need to learn how to co-habituate…and try not to kill or kiss each other in the process.

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Chapter 1 - Lynsey

“Hello there.” My stupid voice cracks like a thirteen-year-old boy. I clear my throat and try again. “I mean, hi.”
A grunt vibrates from the doc’s chest as he brings his sandwich to his mouth and takes an aggressive bite before finally lifting his attention to me.
His gaze connects with mine, and his smoldering deep greenish-brown eyes overwhelm me. Framed by long, dark lashes, they seem at odds with his creamy skin and sandy brown hair. His square jawline is peppered with light brown whiskers, and his lips are full but not big. Just…perfect—even if they’re stuck in a surly scowl.
Breathe normally. Just take in a slow breath and let it out at half speed.
Frankly, his whole presence overpowers me. It’s like sitting front row at an action movie and not being able to take in the entire cinematic glory because it all hits you too fast.
The hot doctor stares at me as he chews his food, and it’s…really weird. I avert my gaze to my pie and yank up the fork only to drag the prongs through the whipped topping. I need something to focus on besides watching him chew.
“How’s your day going?” I try again, my nerves skittering sideways.
His eyes have moved from me to my pie.
He takes another bite and grunts again.
Is he mute? Or is he just so polite that he refuses to talk with food in his mouth?
I lick the whipped cream off my fork and prop my elbows on the table with a bit more determination this time. “My name is Lynsey…what’s yours?”
I plaster on a super-fake smile as he tilts his head and takes another bite, eyeing me as though I’ve just murdered his entire village. My gaze casually drops to his hands.
No ring.
What the hell is going on with this guy? He’s single. He’s a doctor. He’s hot. What’s he got to be so sour about?
“You’re a doctor here, right?” I try to fill the silence. My eyes flick to the name badge hanging on a clip from the breast pocket of his scrub top. It reads “Dr. Richardson” with a whole battery of letters after his name. I don’t have a clue what any of them mean, but they’re probably important.
He continues to stare at me the same as always, though it’s more uncomfortable now because he’s so damn close.
Definitely not foreplay. 

Chapter 2 - Lynsey

“This is my friend, Josh,” Max says, drawing my attention to the enormous man standing in my peripheral.
When I turn toward him, my face contorts into some weird, painful sneer, partly because I’ve still not recovered from my brush with death, but mostly because I’m looking into the stormy eyes of Dr. Dick.
Cue the ominous tones from Jaws.
Max releases my hand, and before I can pull it back, it’s being gripped by the angry doctor apparently named Josh? That name is too human to belong to the likes of him. It would be better suited to a lifeguard who enjoys surfing in his free time. Not some arrogant asshat who walks around being angry with people for eating pie.
His large hand dwarfs mine. His warm palm and long fingers send an anxious shiver rolling through my body all the way to my toes. When my gaze returns to his face, he’s eyeing me from head to toe.
Maybe he doesn’t recognize me.
But the moment he opens his mouth, I realize I’m dead wrong.
“Have a lot of experience tasting a skunk’s ass I take it?” Josh’s deep voice rolls like thunder.
Dean and Max chuckle at the jerk’s attempt at a joke while I narrow my gaze up at him. “You taste one ass, you’ve tasted them all,” I snap.
Wait. What the fuck did I just say?
I blink rapidly, and stammer, “I mean, I didn’t say, not that I taste ass—”
“I understand,” Josh interrupts coolly, his face showing zero amusement. “You’re an expert ass-taster.”
“I’m not an expert ass-taster!” I sputter as my face heats with embarrassment. “That’s not even a thing.”
“Seems like, if it were a thing, you’d be exceptional at it.” Mirth dances in the hot doc’s eyes as he looms over me in all his intimidating, ridiculous-perfectly-proportioned glory.
Is he…flirting with me? I wonder briefly as I stare back at him and begrudgingly admit that he’s even more handsome out of scrubs.
Life is a cruel, cruel bitch today.
“Why the hell do you think I’d be exceptional at tasting ass?” I stand to gain some leverage. Sadly, even with my heels on, I’m still only eye level with his chest.
Stupid, giant, asshole doctor with really long, pretty fingers.
“Excuse me,” Max interjects as the jerk and I stare murderously at one another. “But do you two know each other?”
I grit my teeth. “You could say that.”
The doctor laughs. “After today, I know enough.”
“Good grief.” I lick my lips at how self-righteous he’s being after walking in here only sixty seconds ago. “Are you going to tell me I’m not allowed to sit in a public bar now too?”
He quirks a challenging brow. “It depends if you’re going to be a good girl or a bad girl.”

Chapter 10 - Lynsey

“This party doesn’t seem like your scene.”
He cocks his head. “How would you know what my scene is?”
“You’re right, I don’t know. Yet another reason I shouldn’t move in with you.”
He rolls his eyes and takes another drink, his Adam’s apple sliding up his thick neck as he swallows. “You’re right, this isn’t my scene.”
“I knew it.”
“I prefer smaller groups.”
I nod. “I could have guessed that.”
“This is why you should move in with me.” He steps closer, his eyes dancing with mirth. “You know me better than you’re willing to admit.”
“So you say.” I press my hand to his stomach to stop him from invading my space anymore.
His spicy aftershave is intoxicating as my fingers flatten on the ridges of his abs. My body instantly wants to snake my arms inside his jacket and enjoy the heat of him against me, press our bodies together so he completely envelops me.
Fuck these fucking pregnancy hormones.
And fuck the memories of that night we had sex months ago that still course through my mind like it was only yesterday.
He peeks at my hand. “Once upon a time, you liked what I said.”
“When was that?” I lift my eyes to him. “When you were telling me I was crazy? Or accusing me of feigning amnesia?”
He cocks his head and the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk. “More like when you were spread out naked on my bed.”
My cheeks flush, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quiet the need that swells in my core.
He watches me curiously. “Are you feeling hot, Jones?”
“Hot?” Am I hot? When did my hand move to his pec?
His eyes rove over my face. “Your cheeks are red.”
I swallow and turn away to fan myself, hating how much I love the way he says my last name. “There are a lot of people in here.”
He leans in, his whiskered cheek sliding against mine as his breath caresses my ear, “Which is why I won’t tell you what other parts of your body I love to see flushed red.”


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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she's watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance. For more of Amy's work, visit:


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Monday, April 6, 2020

REVIEW TOUR: Stealing Cinderella by A. Zavarelli

Title: Stealing Cinderella
Series: Sinister Fairy Tales Collection
Author: A. Zavarelli
Genre: Dark Fairy Tale Retelling
Release Date: April 2, 2020

Every royal has their dirty little secret. His was… me. 

It should have been simple. 

Go to the ball, meet the prince, and secure his patronage for my favorite charity. 

But beneath the mask, the brooding beast of a man was not at all who I expected. 

He was dark and intense and eerily quiet. 

When I left, I could still feel the ghost of his touch branded into my skin. 

He haunted my dreams, but I never expected to see him again. 

Then he came for me. 

And he took me. 

And I learned that his darkness was a void I never could have conceived. 

He’s the crown prince of Norway. 

And, now, I’m his captive.

Well, A. Zavarelli gives us a modern, dark twist on Cinderella's fairytale. Cinderella is the epitome of a classic fairytale... it's the rags to riches story we all know and dream for. Ella and Thor were soooo electric! Their chemistry and pull was seductive. I'm not going to lay out the way Zavarelli creates the story but it is definitely a darker tale than the singing cartoon version. I know that version isn't the original and there were some darker elements in the original. I wonder if this one follows a bit closer to the original. I guess I'll never know unless I break down and read those original stories and I am getting so curious the more I read the Sinister Fairytale collection.

Anyway, Thor was just fascinating. I could not get enough of his character. Perhaps because we get to know so little about the prince but in Stealing Cinderella, I felt like I got to know Thor better than the movie. He's definitely harsher and somewhat cruel and hard. But Ella does things to this prince that opens him up... his mind, his heart. It takes Ella and Thor time and some erotic scenes, that I felt made them see each other as more. There wasn't any possible way these two were walking away from each other unchanged... the only question is would it be for better or for worse?! I enjoyed the deep depravity that walked the line of too much while still bring beauty and acceptance to the table.

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.

A. Zavarelli is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of dark and contemporary romance.
When she’s not putting her characters through hell, she can usually be found watching bizarre and twisted documentaries in the name of research. 
She currently lives in the Northwest with her lumberjack and an entire brood of fur babies.