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Review: The Plan by Ella James

 

The Plan by Ella James

Release Date: November 27th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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SYNOPSIS

You’ve heard this story before. Woman feels her biological clock ticking and gets someone to knock her up.

Not for love, for baby.

Crazy, right?

That’s what I thought.

Then I found out my fiancé had a vasectomy. The life I thought I had? Nope. Suddenly I’m 33, and I don’t even have a kissing buddy.

When my mom’s health takes a turn and I wind up back in my hometown of Fate, Alabama, I tell myself to leave things up to…well, you know.

Then I see Gabriel McKellan. He’s Fate’s most famous son, a bestselling author who is beautiful, complicated, and living just below me. In addition to his plus-sized brain, Gabe’s well-endowed in other ways, and great in bed to boot. I would know. He’s my ex husband.

When I suggest The Plan, I don’t imagine that he’ll take the bait. It’s been ten years, and we don’t work. But Fate has other plans for both of us.

 

 

EXCERPT

I veer into the bushes, heading across the lawn toward the home’s rear right, where there’s supposed to be a staircase tacked onto the house’s back side.



“Not your walkway,” he says coolly.



“Figured that out,” I snap over my shoulder.



Hurt stings my cheeks and neck, prickles tears in my eyes. I whirl. “You are such an asshole! Always were. The biggest jerk in our class!”



“What was it, then, Marley?” He takes a long stride down the walkway toward me. “Oh, wait, I remember.” He looks pointedly down, and then back up at me with those electric eyes—and I know what he’s meaning.



“Jesus—you’re a pig!”



He smirks. “Only for you.”



“Fuck off.”



With those ungraceful words, I march toward the house I’m sharing with my ex-husband.

 

 

REVIEW:

Marley, a baby doctor, moves back home to Alabama to save money towards trying fertility treatments again to have a baby on her own.  But her ex-husband is also renting in the same house she rented an apartment.  Of all the bad luck, he’s back in town too.  Sparks fly, can she convince him to make a baby with her?  Great story, lots of romance and hot sex.  Loved the story and Ella James did a wonderful job with the story line.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ella James is the USA Today and Amazon Top 10 bestselling author of more than twenty love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.

Ella is an Alabama native who makes her home in Colorado with her husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog. When she’s not writing, she can be found hiking the foothills, taking nature photos for her Instagram account, or swilling vanilla cream soda.

 

 

 

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The Wrath of Cain By Kathy Coopmans W/Review)

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Watch the Wrath unfold!  Clubs. Mafia. Drugs. Murder. And the man they all know as Scarface, will leave you guessing in book one of this brand new series…

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Eloped at the age of eighteen. Separated at the age of eighteen. Disappeared at the age of eighteen. This is what happened to Calla Greer. Her perfect life was shattered on her wedding day when she caught her husband Cain with another woman just hours after they said I do. With her heart broken, she moves across the border to Windsor, Canada to get away from the nightmare she stumbled upon. Hell bent on going to college and fulfilling her dream of becoming a lawyer.

After six long years of still being married, Calla returns to Detroit to have Cain sign divorce papers.

Only Cain has changed.

He’s bitter, angry and for a good reason.

At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the past six years.

Cain Bexley had fifteen minutes to destroy his marriage to protect the woman he loved.  He did the only thing he could think of to make her leave. He jumped in bed with a woman. Life at home was a lie. Lives were at risk.

People are not who they seem.

Not even Cain’s dad or Calla’s parents are who they say they are. When Calla shows up begging for a divorce. He shows her exactly who he is and no way in hell will he sign those papers.

What happens when six years later she returns? The only woman he has loved. A woman who has changed herself! When all the lies surface will she be able to forgive everyone she has trusted in her life or will Calla turn to the man who destroyed her?

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Excerpt

My brain finally catches up with the fact I’m naked in front of Cain for the first time in six years. I sit up in a rush of water and bring my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top of them.

“You… you shouldn’t be in here.”

“You wouldn’t answer me,” he says exasperatedly.

“Well, no shit. My head was underwater. That still doesn’t give you the right to just walk in here.”

“When you don’t answer me when I’m standing right outside of a wide open door, not to mention the fact this is my house… well, then I think I have every fucking right. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. You could have just peeked in and seen I was fine and waited. Was this some kind of ploy for you to get me right where you wanted me? Are you so afraid that the minute you turn your back on me I will up and try to leave? Are you going to watch my every move? Or did you have an ulterior motive in suggesting I shower, just so I could strip down naked and you could make damn sure I didn’t go anywhere? So tell me what the hell it is, because this back and forth, hot and cold game you’ve started is really starting to piss me the hell off!”

I glare up at him, not quite able to read his eyes.

What I do know is that the sexual tension between the two of us is so strong, it’s working triple overtime. There’s only one tiny little obstacle in our way… and that would be our past. The fact that I can’t trust him. He broke every bit of it the same day he broke my heart. One of us needs to give in, take charge so we can just fuck and move on.

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REVIEW:

This book had so many twists and turns, lies and deceit poor Calla Lily didn’t who she could trust (love love her name by the way).  She still has sparks and feelings for her estranged husband after six years.   He betrayed her to keep her safe once but with a contract on her life can he keep her safe now?  This book has hot scorching sex, love and hate, lies and deceit, murder and the mafia.  The last page kept me trying to turn for more, please tell me we get Manny’s story next!

Watch the Wrath unfold!  Clubs. Mafia. Drugs. Murder. And the man they all know as Scarface, will leave you guessing in book one of this brand new series…

 

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About the Author:

Kathy Coopmans

Amazon Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans, lives in Michigan with her husband Tony where they have two grown sons.

After raising her children she decided to publish her first book and retiring from being a hairstylist.

She now writes full time.

She’s a huge sports fan with her favorite being Football and Tennis.

She’s a giver and will do anything she can to help another person succeed!

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Cover Reveal: Getting It Back by Elizabeth Harmon

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Book Title: Getting It Back
Author: Elizabeth Harmon
Genre: Contemporary/Sports
Release Date: March 2016
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In this second-chance romance, a former top men’s figure skating champion is willing to risk everything for a comeback–except a new start with his long lost love.

An unexpected phone call from the man who broke her heart offers Amy Shepherd an opportunity to return to the work she loves, training elite figure skaters. Except it’s just one figure skater: Him. Can she finally forgive and forget?

Figure skater Mikhail “Misha” Zaikov once had it all: medals, money and the adoration of millions. But a devastating injury put an end to his career and his romance, leaving him with nothing but regret over what could have been. His last chance to re-join the world’s top skaters is now. And there’s only one person who can help him: Her.

On Russia’s unyielding ice, Misha must reclaim what he’s lost while facing off against a talented young rival and risking further injury. But Amy soon discovers Misha’s much bigger challenges lurk off the ice. And she’s determined to keep Misha whole and healthy, even if doing so ends his shot at the gold.

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What hit him first was the smell of the place. Every rink had it, from the ramshackle Bachatsky Ice Palace where his father had once coached him, to elite facilities catering to the best in his sport. It was a cold musty smell, tinged with sweat and damp rubber that was crisp and exhilarating at the same time. To Misha, there was no better smell in the world.

Boys’ loud voices and the thump of heavy skates pulled from feet and dropped on the rubber-padded floor filled the lobby. Beside the front door was a trophy case filled with hockey hardware, and overhead, more banners celebrated Shackleton hockey. A dark-haired woman wearing a hooded sweatshirt that read “Shackleton Ice Hawks,” came out of the front office.

“Hi Amy, welcome back. Here’s your class roster. And I see you brought a friend.” Her curious gaze lingered on his red skate bag with white Cyrillic lettering. “I’m Margaret Carlson, rink manager.”

“Mikhail Zaikov.”

“Misha’s a good friend, who will be helping demonstrate moves for the class today. He was the men’s bronze medalist in Lake Placid.”

“No kidding? I don’t follow figure skating, but I’m sure the little ones will get a kick out of having him here.” She turned to Misha. “Do you still compete?”

“Retired now, and taking some time to decide what’s next.”

“Know anything about hockey?”

“Some,” he said. It was played on ice, with sticks. That was about the extent of it.

“I’m always looking for officials for our adult leagues, if you’re interested.”

He wasn’t, but smiled and nodded anyway. “Thank you. I will keep it in mind.”

Amy looked over the pink sheet Margaret had handed her. “Fifteen. That’s a big class.”

“A couple of the girls are brand new, but most have some experience and are preparing for one of the Basic Skills tests.”

Beginning skaters typically progressed through a series of levels, though his early training had been much less orthodox. He peered over Amy’s shoulder at the roster. Thought it was sometimes hard to tell with American names, it seemed that all of the students were girls. “No boys?”

“They’re all on this side.” Margaret jerked her thumb toward the right side of the lobby, where hockey players congregated around the large, glassed-in rink. The smaller rink on the left side of the lobby was empty except for the Zamboni resurfacing the ice. “You’ll be teaching over there.”

The left rink felt a bit neglected. There were a few wooden benches rather than bleachers, and the U.S. Figure Skating banner tacked to the opposite wall drooped on one corner. But the Zam had finished its work, and the surface looked smooth. He and Amy set down their skate bags. “At least they don’t make you teach on gouged up ice,” he said.

“They’re nice here, even if figure skating is kind of the red-headed stepchild,” she said, taking a well-worn white skate from her bag, and removing a blue terry-cloth soaker from the blade.

“Nothing wrong with redheads.” He gave her shiny ponytail a playful tug, liking the silky feeling of her hair between his fingers. “Why don’t any boys like to skate?”

“People tend to see figure skating as a sport for little girls. There have been a few boy figure skaters, but they seem to quit by high school. One of the girls in my class is from a family that’s very involved with the rink, and if I recall, one of her brothers was pretty good.”

“And now he plays hockey?”

“Probably.” She laced her boots and took hold of the rink board, bending low to flex her knees and calves. Misha did the same, sneaking glances at the way her stretchy black skating pants clung to her tight little ass, as she went through her warm-up sequence. When she finished, she grabbed her clipboard and glided gracefully out to the center, while Misha remained behind the boards, gazing at the expanse of milky white ice.

The doctors had told him that he could still skate after the surgery, which was true, though not in the way he had. His body moved differently, small pains lasted longer than they ever did before. His reduced flexibility made skating elements that had once come easily much more difficult, and moves he’d struggled with before, he couldn’t get back at all. If only he’d lost the desire as well. But the Lake Placid bronze had only whetted his appetite, and just before the pain became too much to ignore, he’d been skating the best he’d ever skated. Some skaters didn’t reach their potential until well into their twenties, and he felt like he’d been close to reaching his.

Now he’d come full circle, back to being a visitor at an unassuming rink, much like the places Ilya had coached, never lasting long because of the drinking. And the ice was calling to him in a siren’s song he couldn’t ignore. It was time. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the ice.

His right foot detected the familiar slipperiness, and he shifted his weight to middle of his blades, gaining his equilibrium. “Show the ice who is in charge,” his father would shout at him, which was something of a joke, as they both knew. The ice was in charge, and a misstep or badly placed toe pick could trip up a champion as easily as a beginner.

He stroked down the rink’s long edge, knees bending, picking up speed, as he circled the rink, going faster and faster. When he felt comfortable, he leaned into the forward outside edge of his left blade, and swung his right leg back. Launching himself into the air, he spun counterclockwise, one and a half rotations, before coming down in a sure-footed landing, gliding backward on the outside edge of his right foot. The axel was the first edge jump he’d learned and it had always been his favorite. He followed it with standing and sitting spins, and then picked up speed again for more single and double jumps.

Misha felt strong and in control, and he thought about trying a few triples. His body seemed to be crying out for the challenge, but the sight of Amy standing in the midst of her pylons brought him back to the reason he was here. He skated over to join her.

“I knew it,” she said, when he reached her side. “Fifteen minutes on the ice and it’s like you never left. It’s in your blood.”

She was right, of course. Trying to deny this part of himself had been more painful than facing his own limitations, and he was grateful to this beautiful woman for recognizing that the ice was the medicine he really needed. He skated behind her as she traced a serpentine pattern along a blue hockey line, with a thick black marker. “What is today’s lesson?”

“I’ll start by going over basic things like posture and balance for the new girls, but even the more experienced can benefit from practicing. Then I’ll teach glides and stops to the newbies, and I’d like you to work with the girls preparing for their tests on edge rolls, three turns and Mohawks.”

“Will your class have a competition at the end?”

She looked appalled. “Not at this level! That would discourage them. It’s more important that they try their best.”

He grinned. “Which is why Americans learn to feel good about themselves, and Russians learn to be champions. We start competing right from the start.”

Amy frowned. “It sounds cruel if you ask me. I mean, it’s great for the kids who are naturally talented, such as you. But the kids who aren’t, get discouraged.”

“It isn’t cruel. It only gets students used to competing, so it feels natural when they have to do it for real. But this is your rink, and your class, so we do it your way.”

“I appreciate that.”

“You are wrong about one thing, though. I wasn’t always best skater. There were lots of others who had more natural talent. I just wanted it more.”

“Why?”

The question startled him and the answer was far from simple. “Because being best on the ice helped me forget what I didn’t have off it.”

Almost.

Amy skated in front of him, shifting smoothly from her inside to outside edges, as he skated backward, mirroring her movements. Their bodies fell into the mid-tempo rhythm of the pop song playing on sound system, and the music wrapped around their spontaneous dance which felt intimate, though they weren’t even touching. Being on the ice felt right. Being on the ice with her felt more than right. He took her hands, and swung her into a wider curve, his gaze not leaving her face. “How come you never skated with me in Delaware?”

“I was busy.”

He scoffed. “You found time to watch football, which you don’t like, but not to go skating, which you love?”

Amy offered a sheepish smile. “All right, I admit I was intimidated. The only reason I ever told you I’d been a skater, was so you would have confidence in me as an athletic trainer. It wasn’t necessary for you to see me in action.”

“But it would have nice to spend time with you in my favorite place.” He grinned. “One of my favorite places.”

Her laugh echoed crisp cold air. “As I recall, we spent plenty of time in that favorite place.”

Meet the Author

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Quirky settings. Loveable, if imperfect heroines. Gorgeous men with hearts of gold. Contemporary romance author Elizabeth Harmon loves them all.

A graduate of the University of Illinois, she has worked in advertising, community journalism and as a freelance magazine writer. She feels incredibly blessed to have a career that allows her to spend her days imagining “what if?” and a loving family that keeps her grounded in the real world.

An adventurous cook, vintage home enthusiast, occasional actress, and entry-level figure skater, Elizabeth makes her home in the Midwest, where life is good, but the sports teams aren’t. She loves to hang out on her front porch, or at her favorite local establishments, enjoy good food and wine, and talk writing with anyone who will listen.

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  One man’s betrayal will seal another’s fate.

Ty Garrett fell in love with Katy Fowler from the         moment they’d met. When her father’s betrayal       yank the young couple apart, Ty becomes bitter.

After a decade away, Katy returns to Tidal Falls         with plans to get married in her family’s theatre.       But she hadn’t expected to run into Ty Garrett,         the boy she’d never forgotten.

When unseen forces endanger their lives, can Ty       save Katy and win back her love, or is it too late       for these two star-crossed lovers?

 

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Excerpt:

On the steps of the theatre stood an angel gilded in white and gold. Her hair glittered like spun silk in the morning sun, while the filmy white dress she wore made him think of all kinds of sin. For once in his life, Ty Garrett was struck silent. He knew seeing Katy again would be hard, he just hadn’t realized how cruel fate could be.

“Ty. I should have guessed.”

He hadn’t expected her to jump into his arms—though she’d seemed quite happy to do just that with Jared—but would it kill her to at least pretend she was glad to see him?

“You’re late.”

Apparently it would.

“Well you know me, sugar. Laggard that I am, getting up before noon is something of a stretch.” If she wanted to think the worst, he didn’t mind playing along.

“It’s been a long time, Ty. You look… older.” She brushed an impenetrable glance over him, rubbing at already raw emotions.

“You don’t. You look like the same spoiled teenage brat you were the last time you stood on those stairs.”

No way in hell was he going to admit seeing her again affected him. He’d learned his lesson. Give her an inch, and she’d take a mile.

Katy smiled—a Cheshire cat kind of smile—as though she knew anyway.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

I thought I’d share with you the beginning of my love affair with writing.

Normally, procrastination is my enemy. I like to get done whatever it is, as soon as I can, so that I don’t have to worry about it any more.

In school I worked hard to stay in the top ten every year. So when I came down sick with the measles and missed two weeks of grade nine, I was devastated. How was I ever going to catch up? I had less than a week to write a compelling story for Language Arts or get a failing mark.

Angry and frustrated, I sat in our living room, pen and paper in hand, staring at a bright yellow bouquet of cheerful looking daffodils. I wanted to hurl them across the room. It wasn’t fair. Why was I being punished for getting sick?

But then an idea popped into my head. A silly, farcical story. If the teacher wanted an essay, fine, I’d give him one. And so, Count Daffodil, was born. After the first paragraph the words flowed quicker, I could see the scene in my head and needed to get it down on paper. (Sound familiar?) I spent the rest of the day writing, and by the end of the night I had my story.

The next day I turned it in and immediately felt ill all over again. It was dumb. The teacher was going to hate it. I’d be a laughing stock. Funny how easy you can build something up to catastrophic proportions when you lack self-confidence.

We had to wait two weeks for the results. I was on tenterhooks the entire time. Sure that my mom would blow a gasket because I’d goofed instead of giving it my best shot.

Then came the big day.

I was scared to look. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and turned to the last page. These were my teacher’s words:

I’m glad I didn’t read this at night. It’s been a while since I was so enthralled with a story. Very professionally done. The suspense, the ending, the style was excellent. I think I’ll read it to the other classes. Very impressive.

Not only did he read it to the other grade nines, he read it over the intercom to the entire school!

Because of Mr. Thomas and a hapless bouquet of sunny daffodils, a writer was born.

Jacquie’s first book, Tidal Falls, a romantic suspense novel about second chances, released September of 2014.

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