Monday, February 26, 2024

Wright Kind of Trouble by K.A. Linde



K.A. Linde

Release Date: February 26

An age gap, enemy’s little sister romance set in the Wright world about Harley Wright & Chase Sinclair from USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde. He didn’t know I was ten years younger. I didn’t know he was a Sinclair. He didn’t care that I was a Wright. I knew exactly what I wanted. Yet, I know none of this when I fall into his bed. Touching him is like finally waking after a long sleep and the thought of being without him is like driving a knife through my chest. But it's worse—he was almost engaged to my brother's wife—which makes him public enemy number one. Our families hate each other. No one can know what we did. If any of my four older brothers find out, they will run him out of town. And still…I want him. Grab Your Copy! Amazon Apple Kobo B&N Google Play       Meet K.A. Linde: K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of both romance and fantasy novels. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was a head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, traveling to far-off destinations, and dancing in her spare time. She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband, son, and super-adorable puppy. Keep up with K.A. Linde and subscribe to her newsletter: To learn more about K.A. Linde & her books, visit here!   Connect with K.A. Linde:

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My Review
5 Stars
Wright Kind of Trouble by K.A. Linde is book 7 in the Wright Vineyard Series.  This starts the story of  Chase Sinclair and Harley Wright.  Chase goes to his ex's wedding to get a ending to that chapter in his life. While there he meets Harley.  They have a instant connection but they later find out that he is 10 years older than her and in a way an enemy of her family.  This book does end with a cliffhanger setting us up with more in their story.



  THE PUCKING WRONG DATE BY CR JANE Release date: February 23rd   Genre/Tropes: Hockey romance / dark romance / stalker   Get ready to be swept off your feet with The Pucking Wrong Date by C.R. Jane!   Walker Davis may be a superstar goalie, but behind his charming facade lies a darker obsession. When he crosses paths with our pariah protagonist, sparks fly in this gripping hockey romance with a twist of dark intrigue.   Join them on a rollercoaster ride of passion, danger, and obsession as they navigate the blurred lines between love and obsession. Will a wrong date lead to a happily ever after, or will it spiral into something darker?   Don't miss this standalone hockey romance from USA Today and International Bestselling Author C.R. Jane.   Grab your copy now and prepare to be captivated until the final buzzer!   Add to your TBR     Blurb   Walker Davis is going to ruin me...but for once, it might be worth it. I'm a pariah, an outcast, and my life is not my own. I went to that hockey game hoping for an escape and found one in him. They call Walker Davis "Disney" for a reason, because the superstar goalie is the "Prince Charming" of every girl's dreams. He told me he understood I just wanted one perfect night... But now he's everywhere I go. He seems to know everything about me. He keeps saying I'm the one. And he's trying to change my last name. He's crazy... A wrong date can never be a happily ever after though...right?   *Note: Walker Davis is a morally grey antihero who is obsessed with his girl and will do anything to keep her. This is a darker hockey romance.   The Pucking Wrong Date is a hockey romance standalone from USA Today and International Bestselling Author C.R. Jane.     About the Author: CR Jane is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary, fantasy, and whatever else she wants to write. Her stories are designed to make you cry, make you scream...and eventually make you swoon. Welcome to CR’s world, where heartbreak and happy endings rule.   Connect w/the author:   Website: Reader Group: Instagram: Tiktok: Author page: Website: Newsletter: Amazon: Signed Paperbacks: Swag Store: Author page: Newsletter:

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5 Stars
 THE PUCKING WRONG DATE BY CR JANE is book Three in the Pucking Wrong Series.  This is the story of Olivia Jones/Olivia Darling and Walker Davis 'Disney'.  Olivia is a famous singer who goes to a hockey game to show up her mother and manger.  Walker is a hockey player who notices her and that is it for him.... now to get her on board.   Enjoyed this author's writing!  Loving this series!!!!

Brazen by Avery Samson


She was a phoenix rising from the ashes.

I was drawn to her in a way I had never felt before.

And then she shot me.

Brazen, an all-new small town, stand-alone romance from bestselling author Avery Samson is now available!

What type of woman chooses to reenact every right of passage in this small town? This woman, that’s who. I might as well. It’s not like I’m getting any younger. Besides, I never got around to any of this in high school. I’m past due. I just didn’t plan on becoming the gorgeous, new sheriff deputy’s main focus. Turns out being chased by the sheriff is exhilarating.

Eliot Caraway is going to be the death of me. She’s mischievous and reckless. She’s also the most beautiful and brilliant woman I’ve ever crossed paths with. I don’t know why she’s on this destructive path, but she’s dragging me along for the ride. If I can’t get to the bottom of this soon, we may both wind up paying the price.

I’d just really like to give her something else to focus on before it goes that far.

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Spinning around, I find a patrol car parked behind me with a sheriff’s deputy standing next to the door. A good-looking deputy. One I haven’t seen before. I would remember him. 

He has a scowl on his face, and his arms are crossed over his chest. He looks a little like one of the models on the covers of the western books I like to read. Yes, I like a good western. Sue me. 

At least he does for about two seconds. Right up until I shoot him. Then it turns into an action movie. Or maybe Walker, Texas Ranger. The old ones; not the remake. 

As if in slow motion, I watch in horror as one of the Roman candles fire right at him. I must have dropped my arm when I turned around. He leaps for the car but not fast enough for the rocket to miss completely. 

I can’t seem to do anything more than stand in the middle of the street with my mouth open. I’m almost positive I’ve just killed a man, a law enforcement officer at that. I literally shot the sheriff. 

“Point that damn rocket up,” he yells before easing back out of his car. 

Instead, I manage to drop it on the ground. Now they’re shooting under the patrol car. It’s not enough to shoot the sheriff, I’m going to blow his car up. 

He throws the SUV into gear and backs away from the sparks. He climbs back out and snatches the Roman candle off the ground. It puffs out one more blast and dies. 

“I’m so sorry,” I try. I’m also trying not to laugh which doesn’t help. I mean, come on. That was funny now that I know he’s still alive. 

“Get in the truck,” he growls, cutting me off. 

Holy shit, he’s going to arrest me for attempted murder. I’m sure a good attorney can get it knocked down to assault with a deadly weapon, but still, I’m going to rot in jail for a very long time. All because he can’t take a joke. Not because I’m a little too old to be shooting rockets in the middle of the street. 

Opening the back door of his SUV, he glares at me until I climb inside. The bar patrons boo him, which makes his scowl deepen. I sit inside like a common criminal while he picks up the spent fireworks. 

His mouth moves. I assume he’s grumbling to himself as he hauls the old fireworks to the curb so no one runs over them. I was going to do that. My mid-life rebellion doesn’t include endangering any of the local motorists. 

When he has all the fireworks out of the street, he pulls my purse and keys out of my car before locking it. At least he’s thoughtful. I’ll remember that when I’m wasting away in a cell tonight. I wonder if I’ll be the first person arrested in Dansboro Crossing for shooting a sheriff with a Roman candle. 

He jerks open the driver’s door, slides inside, and slams it shut again. Turning around, he glares at me sitting in the back seat. 

“I really am⁠—” 

He holds up his hand and turns back around. So, a thoughtful dick. Okay. A sexy, thoughtful dick. I’m so dead. 

We drive to the sheriff’s office in silence. A myriad of thoughts flies through my brain on the way. Will I make friends in the big house? Which one of the characters in Orange is the New Black will I be? Does there need to be rope on my bath soap? Where do you still find that? 

I hope my family finds me a good attorney. Someone under the age of eighty. Not that I have a problem with Mr. Truman, but I’m not sure he’ll see the humor in this. He’s never forgiven Austen for barfing in his mailbox. He dislikes all of us Caraways now because of association. Long story for another time. 

I don’t notice we’re at the sheriff’s office until the back door opens. He helps me out and, taking my upper arm, leads me inside. He sets me in a chair next to a desk. I won’t point out that there’s a big burn hole on the side of his uniform shirt. It’s not lost on him. He inspects it before turning his glare back on me. 

He has the most beautiful eyes. They’re a deep brown like the color of dark chocolate as it melts or garden soil after a rain or even the cafĂ© extreme at the Coffinated coffee shop near the courthouse. I might need to switch back over to straight westerns instead of the steamy cowboy romances I’ve been reading lately. 

“Hey!” he says, making me jump. “I asked for your identification.” He pushes my wallet to me. 

Okay, so my assessment was right. He’s a gorgeous dick. I pull my driver’s license out from where it’s tucked neatly in its designated slot. Maybe I should change that up too. Just throw it in my purse all willy-nilly. No, there’s no reason to go completely around the bend. I hand it over and lean back in my chair waiting for the comments to begin. 

“Your name’s George?” 

“Eliot! What are you doing here? I see you’ve met our new deputy, Owen.” Sheriff Rogers walks out of his office to stand next to the desk. “Good Lord, Owen, what happened to your shirt?” 

“Just an accident, sir,” the new deputy says. 

So his name is Owen. Not at all what I would have guessed. I was leaning more toward… Alejandro. Now that’s a sexy name. 

“I see. Well, get that shirt changed, officer. We don’t want our local citizens to think we don’t take pride in our office. Right, Eliot?” He winks at me and starts down the hallway. “Oh, and tell your folks I said hello. I look forward to seeing y’all on Sunday. Hey, Owen, why don’t you plan on coming to church with us too.” 

Officer Owen looks at me with one eyebrow raised. “You’re just the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you?” 

He’s right. Sheriff Rogers left no room in his statement for him to get out of the invitation to church. Standing with a derisive snort, he rips the uniform shirt off, slamming it down on the desk. The Kevlar follows, and then the T-shirt. Good Lord, I’m going to need church based on the thoughts racing through my head. 

“Sweet Jesus!” I exclaim. The corners of his lips twitch. Is it possible he can smile? “I was talking about the giant burn mark on your side. Why wear Kevlar if it doesn’t stop anything?” 

I lower to my knees to inspect the burn etched into the skin at his waist. He lets out a small hiss when I tentatively run my fingertips over the skin surrounding the burn. 

“Do you have any aloe vera?” I ask, looking up at him. It will at least take the burn out of it until he can have it looked at. He blinks once, looking down at me, then blinks again. 

“It’ll be fine.” His voice seems deeper than it was. 

“No, it won’t. Oh, hang on, Cherylynn has one of the plants on her desk. I’ll be right back.” Hopping back up, I rush off down the hall to the dispatcher’s office. 

Cherylynn and I graduated together. We’ve been friends long enough to know exactly where she keeps the plant. 

“Wait, Miss… Caraway,” he calls after me. 

“I’ll be right back. Hold your horses.” 

I find the plant and return with a piece of it. Kneeling back down, I gently rub the sticky salve over the burn. I realize I’ve got my one hand spread over his abs for balance as I work. They are rock hard, and they tighten every time the aloe brushes his skin. 

“Miss Caraway?” he growls. 

Lord, give me strength. 

“I grabbed a bandage while I was in there, so it won’t get all over your shirt.” Pulling it out of my back pocket, I smooth the large bandage over the burn. “There. You should probably have that looked at by someone.” Looking back up, I’m met by eyes so dark brown I can’t discern where the pupil ends and the iris begins. 

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to shoot you,” I say, rising to my feet. My heart is like a hammer in my chest. 

“What were your intentions?” he asks. 

His voice is husky. It does nothing to stop the hammering. I shrug. I have no intention of explaining to anyone that I’m working through a list of regrets before I turn the ancient age of thirty. 

“Is your name really George Eliot Caraway?” 

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” Any of it, either the name or my intentions. No one this good-looking would ever have regrets about things they were too scared to do when they were young. 

“That you were named after the pen name of one of the most famous British authors of the Victorian era? Mary Ann Evans wrote such notable works as The Mill on the Floss, Silas Marner, and Middlemarch which is considered her greatest work.” He gives me a smirk before moving to pull a clean T-shirt out of his bottom desk drawer. 

I’m standing here like a fish with my mouth open staring at him. I’m not sure if it’s because of his knowledge of the British novelist or, well, his abs. 

“You’ll get along great with my sister,” I mumble. 

“The librarian,” he says like they’re best friends. 

“Of course.” I don’t have a problem with Austen. She’s just everyone’s best friend. The cool younger sister. Bleh. 

“If you’re going to throw me in jail, then do it so I can lay down. I’m getting tired.” I cross my arms over my chest and refuse to meet his gaze. Because that’s the mature thing to do. “I’ll need to call my dad to bail me out.” I can feel him studying me as he holds his shirt in his hand. 

“Come on, I’ll take you back to your car. But if I catch you doing anything like that again, I’ll toss you in the back cells until morning.” 

Pulling his T-shirt on, he hands me my license. He motions for me to proceed with him down the hallway. We say goodbye to the other lone officer, and I feel a warm hand land on my lower back as he ushers me out the door. 

“I can walk back, but thank you,” I say. If he continues to touch me, I’ll melt into a puddle. Please save me from becoming a swooning accountant. I’m not even sure that’s possible. 

“It’s dark. I’ll drive you back.” 

“What do you think happens here after dark?” I motion to the empty street in front of the sheriff’s office. “Let me fill you in, Officer…” I didn’t catch his last name. He’s no longer wearing his nametag. 

“Steele,” he says, taking a step closer. 

“What?” What were we talking about? Damn him for sending my senses into overload with his woodland scent. 

“Owen Steele,” he answers, patting his chest. “My name.” 

“Dick,” I mumble. 

“Owen,” he reiterates, having clearly heard me. 

At least he has somewhat of a sense of humor. “Let me tell you what happens around here after dark, Officer Steele.” “Owen.” “At least you know your name.” 

Now the corners of his mouth are starting to twitch. He must have me under his spell or something; I’m usually not quite this snarky. 

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing happens here after dark. People just go to bed.” 

“So you’re saying sex is all there is to do once it turns dark here?” 

“I—well, no—I—I don’t know. Don’t put words in my mouth.” 

Oi. I feel heat spreading up my neck to my face. Why?! What’s happened to the fierce, snarky Eliot from a second ago? I need her back. 

Owen laughs. “Get in the car.” He opens the passenger side door and waits for me to get inside. 

As I see it, I have two options. I can act like a petulant brat and walk anyway. Or I can swallow my annoyance and get in the SUV. I let out an impressive sigh. Then I climb into the passenger seat. He closes my door. I think I glimpse a smile as he walks around the front of the SUV. I wonder if it hurt.

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When Hearts Ignite by Victoria Lum


A cold-hearted billionaire, a fiery intern, and a forbidden love that defies the odds. 

When Hearts Ignite, an all-new angsty, forbidden, billionaire romance from bestselling author Victoria Lum is now available!

He’s the King of Wall Street—cold, methodical, unemotional. Steven Kingsley is the glorious falcon soaring far above me.

I’m the poor, lowly intern—a small fish in this cutthroat ocean of finance, struggling to keep my head above water.

The falcon and the fish were never meant to fall in love. After all, his heart is made of ice, and life has taught me rich men cannot be trusted.

But my body craves him, my heart ignites for him, and from his heated stares and maddening touches, I wonder if perhaps he feels the same.

Until one day, the unimaginable happens, and I disappear from his life. I’ve had to become someone I never thought I’d be in order to survive.

That is, until he finds me.

The cold king is intent on saving me, and this time, he isn’t letting go. Our wills collide, an inferno blazes, but our devastating secrets get in the way.

Can the fish and the falcon find a way to be together? Or is our love doomed from the start?

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“You’re in early today.”

 I bite my cheek to suppress a smile wanting to form on my face when I see her hunched over her tablet, the lone lamp illuminating the bullpen as dawn is on the verge of breaking through the inky darkness of the night. I wonder what romance novel she’s reading this morning. My heart is scrimmaging, my hand finding comfort in the hot drink I’m clutching in my grip. 

Grace swivels her chair and faces me, her eyes widening in over-the-top shock and her cheeks twitching in suppressed humor as well. “Mr. Kingsley! Fancy seeing you in so early.” 

We have done this strange dance every morning the last few weeks without fail, me coming in at six-thirty on the dot, her acting like she hasn’t seen me in the office so early before. Suddenly, waking up in the middle of the night to a dark room doesn’t bother me as much anymore. The stillness doesn’t seem as suffocating, the heaviness in my chest seems more bearable, like I have the strength to push it away and focus on something else. 

Or someone else. 

When I saw her on the High Line twirling about with a smile on her face, her beautiful hair fluttering around her, my breath caught in my throat and my heart seized. She looked ethereal, something out of the fairytales I read to little Violet whenever I’d visit Jess and James. The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, imbuing her with…magic. 

It’s fucking stupid. Completely unrealistic. 

Yet, I find myself ensnared by her aura. When I stepped out of The Shed, I wanted to reply to a few emails regarding TransAmerica that came through during yet another boring speech by some donor of the year. But as soon as I saw her dancing to her own melody with the stars as her company, all my thoughts of work flew out the door. A heady rush of warmth coated my insides and the only thing in my mind was the need to talk to her, to see what had her so mesmerized. 

So, for the second time in my life, after the karaoke incident, I shed my heavy cloak of responsibilities, my mind barely registering the buzzing of my phone from more emails and text messages, my brain forgetting the American Lymphoma Research Society gala wasn’t finished yet, and I was supposed to make a speech on Adrian’s behalf. When it finally occurred to me late last night on the drive home, I hastily dictated apology notes to the organizer of the event and to Adrian, who’d no doubt barrage me with questions later. 

A sharp pinch of guilt pierced my gut when I realized everything I dropped because of this insane impulse to spend time with her. Father’s warnings in the past echoed in my mind. Kingsley men don’t let emotions get the best out of them. I shoved the thoughts into a black box deep inside me. 

I was selfish for once, and I felt alive. 

Strolling with her in the darkened pathways, surrounded by carefully manicured gardens and cloaked in silence, I’d never felt more at peace. When she stared at me with those dazzling violet eyes and we talked about the loneliness of being at the top, I didn’t find myself flinching or wanting to run away from her penetrating gaze. 

She saw me. 

She saw through my words and everything I didn’t say. It wasn’t my wealth or fancy title she noticed, but the deep murky hole inside me, yearning for something to fill it. When she gripped my arm and demanded I make a wish upon a shooting star, the abyss in my chest flooded with bright light, and in that moment, that brief second, I’d remember always, my world shifted on its axis. 

I wanted to kiss her. 

It wasn’t a fleeting impulse or desire. 

It was a desperate need, a sharp craving. 

I don’t kiss women. I don’t want the intimacy with any of them. But with her, I found myself hungry for it, the sudden urge flooring me. Even if she’d later curl her lips at the ugliness in my soul, I still wanted to lie bare at her feet. 

I wanted desperately to taste those luscious, plump lips, to embed a part of her inside me and to leave a part of me inside her. 

It took everything in me to stand still, to not act on this insane desire. 


Glancing up, I catch those inquisitive eyes on me once more. I smile and pull a chair up from the side of the cubicle. Yet another unofficial routine neither of us would admit to. Instead of retreating to my office to begin my workday, I sit with her in her little glass cubicle, surrounded by the peacefulness of the early morning hours, with only the warm glow of her desk lamp illuminating the space. 

Wordlessly, like the other days, she takes out her toasted bagel slathered with peanut butter from a Ziploc bag and gives me half. I place the hot coffee I “happened” to have, the drink with brown sugar and oat milk, what she once told me she enjoys on another early morning, and we’d sit down and have breakfast together. 

It feels intimate. Better than any dates I’ve been on in the past. 

Energy sizzles between us, every cell in my body feeling alive, and I tether down the impulse to touch her, to smell her jasmine scent at the source. 

Every day without fail. With both of us acting like each morning was an act of serendipity. 

Steven and Grace, two “friends” sharing a meal in the dark. 

But friends don’t dream about the taste of the other person’s lips. 

Friends don’t jerk off in the morning shower, imagining her in there trembling as I drill my cock inside her. Friends don’t come while growling her name under his breath. 

Emotions are liabilities, Steven. 

The warnings are faded signs on a chain linked fence, yellowed with age and missing a corner. Trespassers couldn’t care less.

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5 Stars
When Hearts Ignite by Victoria Lum is the First Book in The Orchid Series. This is the story of Steven and Grace. Steven is a well off man who doesn't do feelings with no plans of emotional ties of a real relationship. But then he meets Grace who seems to open him up to doing things he would never have wanted to do before. Grace is a strong women who has been through her bad share of rough times. Enjoyed this author's writing.

MEANT FOR STONE by Natasha Madison



Natasha Madison

Release Date: February 26


  From Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a brand new sports romance. A spin-off from the Hollywood Playboy & This Is Crazy.   Ryleigh Growing up in Hollywood, I was surrounded by liars and phonies. So when I got my law degree, I knew I wanted to work as a district attorney. Busy days turned to long nights—I was on my way up the ladder. Then he happened. Bullied his way into my life as if there was no choice. Suddenly everything I thought I wanted wasn’t as important. Stone I had one thing on my mind and that was never going to change: The game. The only goal I had was beating the records set by my family. I didn’t have time for anything else. Until she walked in the room. The earth shifted, just like the stories said it would. I said it wouldn’t happen—not to me. I didn’t have the time, but now she was the only thing on my mind. I knew it was her. Now I had to convince her.   Grab Your Copy!                   Meet Natasha Madison: When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her… Keep up with Natasha Madison and subscribe to her newsletter To learn more about Natasha Madison & her books, visit here!     Connect with Natasha Madison:  

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5 Stars
MEANT FOR STONE by Natasha Madison is the First book in the Meant for Series. This spin off from    Hollywood Playboy and This is Crazy series. This is the story of Ryleigh and Stone.  Stone is a famous hockey player and Ryeieh grew up in Hollywood.  Stone is taken with Ryleigh from the get go. 

Friday, February 23, 2024

Infinitely Mine by Nikki Landis


Title: Infinitely Mine
Series: Holiday RBMC Tonopah, NV
Author: Nikki Landis
Release Date: February 23, 2024
Genres/Tropes: MC Romance, Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense, Vigilante Justice, Organized Crime, Single Mom, Holiday Romance, Touch Her & Die

As the V.P. for the Tonopah RBMC, I make it my job to protect the club, its secrets, and my pres, Grim.
I'm his right-hand man and the one he trusts above all others.
I take pride in my organizational skills and ability to wrangle my brothers, keeping things uncomplicated for Grim.
Everything is just how I want it.
Until I find a single mom and her young son broken down on the side of the road.
Rowen Casey and little Jacob are in trouble and need a protector.
I'm the best man for the job. I just have to convince Rowen.
But taking on this role and getting close to the single mom and her sweet son awakens a deep, primitive need inside me.
I don't just want to keep Rowen and Jacob safe. I have to make them mine.
And if I need to slash through every obstacle and threat, including the vicious threads of her past, I will.
The Reaper has claimed Rowen and no one is standing in our way.

Infinitely Mine can be read as a standalone, but the series is best enjoyed when read in order since ongoing storylines and characters appear throughout and overlap. There are steamy scenes, biker slang, violence, dark content, a paranormal REAPER twist, and, of course, an HEA. You'll find a single, determined mom and a possessive, alpha, six-foot-seven protector who finally meets his match.

Nikki Landis is the USA Today & International Bestselling, Multi-Award-Winning Author of over 50 romance novels in the MC, reverse harem, paranormal, dystopian, and science fiction genres. Her books feature deadly reapers, dark alpha heroes, protective shifters, and seductive vampires along with the feisty, independent women they love. There's heart-throbbing action on every page as well as fated mates and soul bonds deep enough to fulfill every desire.

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5 Stars
Infinitely Mine by Nikki Landis is book 17 in the RBMC Tonopah, NV Series.  This is the story of Rowan and Mammoth.  Mammoth is the VP of the MC and isn't someone to mess with.  But when he finds Rowan and her little boy Jacob he goes into very protective mode.  Rowan is a running from trouble and trying to protect her little boy.  Enjoyed this author's writing and I hope to read more of it soon.