T.K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a USA
Today Best-Selling author of the Beautiful Mess series, in addition to several
other works. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern
California with her husband, dog, and three cats, all of which she has rescued
(including the husband). In late 2015, she gave birth to her first (and only)
baby. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be
found training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls
and far too many halfs to recall) or keeping her daughter entertained.
“Enemies to
lovers is one of my most favorite romance set ups. The two are a match made in
sexy, angsty heaven.” — Jay Crownover, New York Times bestselling author
Enemies, an all-new emotional,
enemies to lovers romance from New York
Times bestselling author Tijan, is available now!
Gorgeous and charismatic, he
became the town’s football god, while I became the town’s invisible girl.
He went to a Division 1
school for football, while my father
was fired by his father.
His team won the National
Championship, while my mother died the same day.
He was a first round pick for
the NFL …
… while I made the worst
decision of my life.
Now I’m in Texas trying to
pick up the pieces of my life.
But, Stone is here.
Stone is everywhere.
It doesn’t matter that
disaster has struck my life again.
It doesn’t matter that he’s
the one trying to console me.
It doesn’t matter that he’s
the nation’s newest football obsession.
Because for me, he always has
been and always will be my enemy.
“Do
not think I won’t pick you up and throw you in my truck, head first and
everything. I’m two seconds away.”
I
stopped and stared at him.
Shit.
He meant business. He was glaring at me with eyes that said, “Do not fucking
fuck with me, you fucking twit.”
Well.
Then.
I
sighed. I’ll try reasoning instead. “You’re going to drive me to your house,
and then I’ll pack whatever I need and call a cab to take me all the way back
to where I’m paying rent. It’s not worth it. Just let me grab a cab now.”
A
savage curse bit out, and then his eyes flashed.
His
singular warning had been when he told me he was two seconds away. In a flash,
he grabbed me, and I was airborne, right into the back of his truck. But he
wasn’t done. He leapt up, grabbing the seatbelt over me, and pulled it around
me, clicking it in place. He had the door shut, locked, and he was already
going around the front before I could even push myself upright and then start
to reach for my seatbelt.
By
then, he was inside, the engine on, and he shoved off into traffic.
“This
is stupid.”
“You’re
right. You’re being stupid.” Cursing, he ducked down as a car sped past us.
They knew he was driving because they came up on his driver’s side, their
phones up and ready to go. It was a car full of teenage girls. “Dammit.”
“Where
do you live?”
He
opened his mouth, then caught himself. His eyes narrowed in the rearview
mirror. “Why?”
I
just smiled. “No reason.”
He
continued to study me in between still watching the road, and with a soft
growl, he shook his head. “I’m not buying it. What? You’re going to tell those
girls who are trying to get a picture of me?”
“What’s
the difference? I’ll know when you take me to your house. What’s stopping me
from posting it on Twitter, or even posting your phone number?”
A
litany of curses spewed from him, and the back of his neck was getting red. I
was having a heyday with this. It was more fun than I could remember having in
a long time.
Until
he announced it, “I liked your mom.”
“What?”
“Your
mom.” He moved into the far lane, settling back.
I
was thinking we had a bit of drive from here, and he settled an arm back on the
passenger seat headrest.
“I
always liked her. She made me cookies and muffins. And I remember when she
tried to teach us to bake cakes from scratch. You were horrible and your cakes
tasted terrible, but we’d lie to you. Both of us.”
“You
did not—” But I was remembering, and even I hadn’t wanted to taste my cakes.
A
tug at my mouth. “She’d wear that ugly yellow apron. She hated that apron.”
“What?
I loved that apron. Always felt like it was sunshine. Made me feel warm, even
in the winter.”
I
noted softly, “That’s why she wore it. For you.”
His
eyes lifted to the rearview mirror, holding mine a second again. He swallowed,
his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Yeah.” His voice came out raspy. “She
was a good woman, and a good mom. She was a good wife. I could always tell.”
I
snorted. “Why? Because she wasn’t wasting away like yours?” Then, I winced.
That sounded even bitchier to my own ears, more than I thought it would be.
“Shit. I’m sorr—”
“Because
you guys laughed.” He kept on talking about my family, ignoring what I’d so
blatantly pointed out about his own, his face hard. “My parents laughed when
they were drunk, and only when they had a party. When there were other people
there to laugh with, never the two of them, never the three of us. I was their
only kid. I wouldn’t have known better except I half grew up in your home, too,
and what I remember the most about growing up was that you guys laughed.”
My
throat burned.
“Yeah,
we did.” I looked out the window. A hollow feeling starting to dig in my chest.
“Until she died. We didn’t laugh much after that.”
“You
laughed until then?”
I
nodded. I felt the chinks in my armor widening.
I
remembered how he did adore my mom. The two acted as if they were conspiring
together during our baking lessons, and any time he was in the house. He
congregated around her. She congregated closer to him.
“You’re
the son she never had.” Then, feeling bad about my shot at his mom, “Your mom
cooked for us. I remember that one time she tried to teach us to make lasagna.”
He
cracked a grin, barking a laugh. “You sucked at that, too. I never knew lasagna
noodles could come out hard like rocks until yours.”
Fuck
him, but I was grinning. I couldn’t help myself.
Those
were good times, good memories before the shit ones came. And they came soon
after that lasagna disaster.
He
quieted. “It wasn’t the same. My mom versus yours. We had baking lessons at
your house once a month, every first Sunday. My mom tried to teach us how to
make Caesar salad, the only second cooking session she gave us, and that one we
all got fine. It’s hard to screw up.”
“Says
you. You’re perfect at everything.”
He
didn’t reply.
I
didn’t expect him to. It was true. He knew it. I knew it. The entire nation
knew it.
Then
from him, “Not at being a friend.”
My
stomach kicked.
Hell
no. No way. He wasn’t getting back in. No fucking way.
“Oh.
God.” I groaned, throwing a hand up to hit my forehead. “Can we not? Can we
save the dramatics until I’m able to call a cab to take me back to my place?
For real. Enough bonding or whatever it is we were just doing.”
He
growled, “You are such a goddamn bitch.”
I
retorted, “And you are such a goddamn prick. Drop me the fuck off!”
“With
fucking pleasure!”
He
gunned the engine, shooting forward in traffic, and weaving until we were
nearing my exit. When he took it, I relaxed. The rest of the way was tense and
silent, and I knew both of us couldn’t wait to be rid of the other. Then he
pulled over to the curb. He didn’t make a move, his only action just unlocking
the door.
His
head was turned halfway to me, his jaw clenching over and over again.
Fine.
I
shoved forward, my head only swimming a little bit as I climbed out of his
truck. Once I shut the door and turned around, he’d already hit the engine,
tearing away from the curb.
I only had the
clothes on my back, on the side of the street, but I’d never been so fucking
grateful to be away from him.
Now,
turning to the house I wasn’t sure I was still invited to live in, I saw that
all the lights were off. Lovely.
About Tijan
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes
suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and
gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing
later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written
multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series,
and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new
YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a
man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
The Rooftop Crew #1 By Piper Rayne Release Day: February 18
I can’t borrow
him.
He’s not a sweater or a skirt.
He’s not even her favorite dress—the lucky one
she wears on first dates. The one she probably wore on her first date with him.
In my defense, I didn’t know who he was. To me,
he was a cool, calm, confident stranger. He was perfection for the entire hour
and a half train ride while the concrete jungle turned into a rolling green
landscape.
To an outsider, we probably appeared more
friends than hopeful lovers. But my blush came quickly, and his dimples
indented with every smile. We definitely shared a spark of what could be.
Too bad I didn’t know who he was before I fell
for him, because he can’t be mine.
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne,
whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two
USA Today Bestselling authors for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance
stories that have “Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle”
(okay…you caught us, that’s our tagline). A little about us… We both have
kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We’re both married to husbands who drive
us to drink. We’re both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes
and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
There’s no turning back. I can’t
go home a failure–again. Everyone wants to use me, make me their pawn, but I have
other plans. I will win this election or die
trying.
Randi Sawyer
It started with a shady business proposal I
should’ve turned down. Now here I am pretending to be someone I’m not, and
bonus, I’m at the mercy of a man whose joy comes from my failures. The deeper I
sink into DC’s seedy political scene the more I realize I can’t trust anyone if
I’m going to make it out alive. Until him. Secret Service agent Trey Benson is
bitter, jaded, and oh so hot with his mischievous smirk and cocky attitude. He
hates me, just like everyone else, but he might just be who I need to survive
this mess I’ve landed myself in.
Trey Benson
Forced onto her protection detail, I’m certain
she’s just another Political Barbie in this city. I should know–I’ve dated most
of them. Except she’s not. Funny, foulmouthed and crazy as hell, not to mention
drop-dead gorgeous, Randi Sawyer just might be the one person who can make a
difference in DC–and in me. Too bad the boss says she’s off-limits, that it’s
too risky for her career and mine. Good thing I’ve never been great at sticking
to orders.
Power Play is the first book in the five-book
Power Play series. Each book cannot be read as a standalone.
All five books follow one main couple’s relationship as it grows through a
five-year time period. It’s suspenseful, steamy, and oh so unputdownable. If
you’re a fan of Tiffany Snow, Meghan March, and Skye Warren then this series is
for YOU!
Kennedy lives in
Dallas with her husband, son, and 80lb Goldendoodle who still believes he’s a
lap dog. A bookworm at heart, Kennedy loves to snuggle up in bed or by the
campfire with an unputdownable book. She began writing two years ago with Falling for the Chance and has no plans
of stopping. Her novels are witty, action-packed, and offer enough steam for a
great facial. If you like strong heroines and sexy, tattooed men who can’t keep
their hands off them, then this author is the one for you.
I’d spent years trying to put the past behind me. I wanted to
forget the mistakes I’d made, the dreams I’d lost, but they were a part of me.
They made me the man I’d become—a brother of Satan’s Fury MC.
I wore my cut with pride. It was a constant reminder of how far
I’d come and who’d helped me get there. I thought I had my life all figured out
when Darcy Harrington, a blast from my past, came walking into the Satan’s Fury
garage.
I’d grown up with the strong-willed, foulmouthed beauty and even
then wanted to make her mine. But she had her guard up, never letting anyone
get too close, including me.
That was about to change. Come hell or high water, I was going to
break down her walls and prove I was a man she could trust.
I’d learned to fight for what I wanted, and I wanted her.
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A
country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had
no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s
always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and
wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come
to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A
Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she
fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil
Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so
many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers,
appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over
the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years
to come.
This Episode I will share with you a few of the Hockey book series and Authors that I love and continue to re read to this day.
The First Author I found was Kelly Jamieson and I love her Aces Hockey Series and Really do recommend it for a person who is not an overly large fan of hockey and either doesn’t want to learn or is willing to learn.
My Next Favourite and Go to Author is Sawyer Bennett, she has one series completed and another on the go and has 2 more books set to release in the new year so far.
I love Samantha Whiskeys two series as well, they are steamy and sexy and just makes you want to find yourself a sexy AF NHL player. Her books are available on Kindle Unlimited.
Logan Heath was the sweetest and most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was popular, smart, and the star quarterback of Fort Johnson High. Every girl in school followed him around in hopes of getting his attention. I was no different, except that I admired Logan from afar. With him being a superstar junior and me being an awkward freshman at a new school, our coupling was a mere pipe dream.
Implementing my top-notch investigating skills I learned from reading The Nancy Drew Mysteries, I followed Logan’s life from high school through his college career, and then some. Fearing that my stalker-ish tendencies were becoming more of a mental health issue, I purposely lost track of him five years ago. I admit since that time I have thought of Logan. And when I say thought I mean he has popped into one or forty R-rated dreams of mine.
The day he walked into my bakery, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, tingles tingled my skin, and a sequence of R-rated dreams flashed through my head. But I was no longer that awkward teenager, too scared to speak to him. I had grown into a confident woman. A woman who wanted to admire Logan Heath up close and personal. Unfortunately, from the very beginning, Logan wanted something from me that I was not willing to give him.
MY REVIEW
* * I HAD BEEN GIVEN AN ADVANCE READERS COPY IN EXCHANGE FOR MY HONEST REVIEW * *
I was intrigued by this book for one reason… She was online stalking her high school ex…. No I am not a crazy person who does that, but I knew it was going to spell hilariety.
I was honestly surprised that, that part was more of a lure than anything and focused more on the current events that are transpiring between Lip and Logan. But let’s not forget to mention that Hilariety does come in, and her name is Elipheleta, or Gram as she is affectionately known, and Lips name sake.
It is sweet, sassy and just a fun read, Logan comes in as the bad guy, the closer. which made me picture him as Gabriel Macht from Suits the whole book. Logan is sweet and really trying to just get Lip to see him and she still sees him as the cocky guy using their history to take her future from her.
There is a lot of sweet one on one moments and funny moments involving Gram and her old age lack of filter.
You might be wondering how you’ll know when your playboy ways are coming to an end. For some it might be an unexpected pregnancy (ahem… you know who), for others it might be finally landing the one woman you’ve always wanted (cough… I won’t mention any names). For me, it was the death of my mentor and the subsequent reading of their will.
The signs were there, they always are. But I didn’t notice them until it was too late, and my demise was complete.
Demise Sign #1 – You find yourself thrust into the land of responsibility and you don’t immediately hightail it out of town.
Demise Sign #2 – Despite being stuck with the world’s biggest Jekyll & Hyde, some sadistic part of you actually enjoys spending time with her.
Demise Sign #3 – Your family suddenly stops wanting to weigh in on every decision in your life.
Demise Sign #4 – Somehow you end up being the voice of reason in your tumultuous partnership.
Demise Sign #5 – You start thinking of other people before yourself.
Demise Sign #6 – You agree to put yourself in the middle of an Alaskan reality TV show that has both of you sleeping in the same tent.
Demise Complete.
MY REVIEW
** I WAS GIVEN AND ARC IN EXCHANGE FOR MY HONEST REVIEW **
I was very much on the fence for this one after reading Savannah and Liam’s Story, I was very much against Denver and thought he was going to be the strangest and hardest story to get into, from where he was during Rome’s time to shine as well as Liams….
Glad to say that he has cracked the top 5 of my book boyfriends.. which seems to consist of A LOT of Piper Rayne Characters (#1 Garrett Single Dads Club, #2 Dom White Collar Cousins, #3 Jamie Outlander, #4 Tacker Arizona Vengeance, and #5 Denver #5 Baileys.)
I liked this book for so many reasons, you got to see more in the past couples and some parts make you feel so many feelings! I was sucked in right away, even though I went into this VERY apprehensive.
I love how they give you more insight into why Denver is they way he has always been, how big his heart truly is, and how he is kind of a big kid at heart still. I honestly love who is, and what brought him to how he is to this point, because it shows how much of a great person he is, and how the inner workings of his brain… well work.
I love that you also (FINALLY) get a bit more information on Kingston, as he seems to always be away playing firefighter hero. Now he has moved to the one that I am not sure if I am on pins and needles to learn more… or ya know… have another Denver Situation… BUT this isn’t about him…
I do recommend this book, even if you were like and a bit skeptical due to the picture that was painted before in previous books. You Will not be dissapointed!!
I’m famous for two things—being one of the best defensemen in the NHL and my classic pranks. My teammates always said one of my jokes would bite me in my Scottish arse one day, and they were right. After a prank goes wrong, I’m sentenced to six weeks community service under none other than the sexy, rule-abiding, smart-mouthed city clerk of Sweet Water—Annabelle Clarke.
Lucky for me it’s offseason. Unlucky for me? I want Annabelle like I want my next breath. She’s smart, luscious, and wound-tighter than a Scottish drum. Och, I’d love to be the one to help loosen her strings.
She’s made it clear that while I’m under her employment, she won’t be under me. The white-hot chemistry we can’t deny must be ignored at all costs. But bantering with her is soon my favorite pastime And she’s the sweetest forbidden fruit I’ve ever tasted
As we grow closer, one thing is absolutely clear A summer with Annabelle Clarke can only end one of two ways: Satisfaction or surrender. And I can only hope we can weather the storm when the sky inevitably crashes down on us.
REVIEW
** I WAS GIVEN AN ARC IN EXCHANGE FOR MY HONEST REVIEW **
This series has been full of swoon worthy men who want nothing more to make their special ladies makes me love hockey more and the men on the Reapers.
Connell has had my interest peaked for since Axel, mainly because personally how many people from Scotland come over to play hockey and get in the NHL. Don’t jump all over me, I may have this love of hockey and a few teams but it is not my obsessive love, I know my teams and my player, that’s about it. ( Woot Got Oilers! ) I also love his joking nature, that to me shows he has a kind, playful heart which is shown here and his relationship with Annabelle, prior to it becoming a romantic relationship.
I love Annabelle because she is real on many levels, she is a fuller woman, and to me as bigger fuller woman, that is great to see in a book, and get the hot hockey player! She is also so confident, even though she shows some small bouts of self doubt. That shows she is normal and a great and relatable character.
Connell and Annabelle are sweet and honestly a dream couple, he is the best for her, the soft and funny to her hard and serious.
This whole series so far have the best Book Boyfriends that I am ready to steal.
DEMISE OF A SELF-CENTERED PLAYBOY THE BAILEYS #5 By Piper Rayne Release Day: November 19
You might be wondering how you’ll know when
your playboy ways are coming to an end. For some it might be an unexpected
pregnancy (ahem… you know who), for others it might be finally landing the one
woman you’ve always wanted (cough… I won’t mention any names). For me, it was
the death of my mentor and the subsequent reading of their will.
The signs were there, they always are. But I
didn’t notice them until it was too late, and my demise was complete.
Demise Sign #1 – You find yourself thrust into the land of responsibility and
you don’t immediately hightail it out of town.
Demise Sign #2 – Despite being stuck with the world’s biggest Jekyll & Hyde,
some sadistic part of you actually enjoys spending time with her.
Demise Sign #3 – Your family suddenly stops wanting to weigh in on every
decision in your life.
Demise Sign #4 – Somehow you end up being the voice of reason in your tumultuous
partnership.
Demise Sign #5 – You start thinking of other people before yourself.
Demise Sign #6 – You agree to put yourself in the middle of an Alaskan reality
TV show that has both of you sleeping in the same tent.
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because
we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two USA Today Bestselling authors
for the price of one. Our goal is to bring you romance stories that have
“Heartwarming Humor With a Side of Sizzle” (okay…you caught us,
that’s our tagline). A little about us… We both have kindle’s full of
one-clickable books. We’re both married to husbands who drive us to drink.
We’re both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky
heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
