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Release Date: February 27th
BREAKING NEWS ... If you know me, you know I love Lauren Rowe's series The Club. You would also know that Jonas Faraday is my all time #1 favorite book boyfriend OF ALL TIME. His insanely hot, fun, crazy brother Josh is #2 ... or well, he was #2, he is now #3 cause our boy Tyler Caldwell from Misadventures of a College Girl has dethroned Josh Faraday. I KNOW! IT'S MADNESS BUT OH MY GOD WAIT TIL YOU MEET TYLER!!!
Misadventures of a College Girl is part of this wonderful collection of books, none of which are related, but are written by some of the most amazing authors on this planet - including my girl Lauren Rowe.
We meet curly-haired, girl-next-door Zooey Cartwright in her freshman year at UCLA. Zooey not only wants to experience college to it's fullest class wise but she wants to with the partying scene too, oh, and she wants to get rid of her virginity ASAP. After deciding to go to a football party with her roomie, Zooey sees this sex on two legs, wearing a sarcastic shirt, hotter than hell guy named Tyler Caldwell. He can't keep his eyes off Miss Zooey and soon enough they're burning it up on the dance floor, dry humping like it's their minor in college. Zooey thinks her v-card will officially peace out that night after Tyler invites her to his bedroom, but once Tyler finds out about Zooey's little secret things come to a screeching halt!
Tyler, being the confident cocky but good-hearted boy he is, comes up with a plan for him and Zooey ...
And well, that's that ... you'll have to read the book to find out what happens!
In true classic Lauren Rowe form - Tyler and Zooey are f*cking phenomenal as a characters - both on their own and together. Their chemistry practically pops off the pages. As always, Lauren gives us some aaahhhmazing secondary characters too that really glue this story together!
This book really hit a personal note with me ... I too was the virgin at college and I remember meeting a hot good looking guy, who too, was wearing a cocky shirt with words that both made me laugh and roll my eyes. I would have LOVED to have him be my first but in my story, that guy became my best guy friend that I have to this day. (My v-card taker, well that's another story, not quite as amazing as Tyler and Zooey ...)
I just LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this book! I couldn't put it down! Lauren's books are like drugs for your eyeballs, lady bits, and your mind - you will read til your eyes are watering - her books send you into marathon reading mode, where it's like your eyes and mind can't read the words fast enough cause the story is just SO GOOD that you want to know more.
Misadventures of a College Girl gave me the WORST book hangover EVER. Like holy dear God - maybe the worst hangover of my life - and I've had some excessive party nights in my day but yeah, this hangover was the worst - which means this book is the absolute best!
I always like to give visuals of the characters I read about, so here are my Zooey and Tyler ...
Once you read the book you'll note that Zooey has dark hair but once I saw this girl, even after I thought I found my perfect Zooey, I was like HOLD THE PRESSES! She's just perfect, even down to the pose she's doing in the photo.
Mr. Hotty Muscle Tattooed Man is my Tyler ... once I saw this photo, my eyes immediately dressed him (yes actually for once dressed a man not undressed him) in a cocky shirt and holding a football, I knew he was the most AMAZING PERFECT Tyler!
HERO, by Lauren Rowe, releases March 12, 2018.
It's a new year and a new start to my blog! I am so excited to help share the cover and blurb!
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The next STANDALONE contemporary romance in the MORGAN BROTHERS SERIES from USA Today Bestselling Author Lauren Rowe. The story of firefighter Colby Morgan that proves heroes come in many forms . . .
The first time I laid eyes on Lydia Decker, I couldn’t speak. Or breathe. Or string two coherent thoughts together.
And I don’t mean any of that figuratively.
I’m not talking about a guy being floored by the sight of a gorgeous woman—although, of course, Lydia is gorgeous beyond words.
No, when I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker—my physical therapist—I was lying flat on my back in the ICU, high as a kite on painkillers, breathing on a ventilator, my bones as broken and splintered as my spirit.
When I first laid eyes on Lydia Decker, she was a ray of light in the dark. Hope for the hopeless. A salve for my singed and battered soul.
She said she’d been assigned to fix me. That she was there to bring me back to life. She said helping me was her calling.
And then she touched me. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. She healed me.
And I fell in love.
But what I didn’t know . . . what I couldn’t possibly know . . . was that Lydia Decker needed fixing far more than I ever did.
Author: Lauren Rowe
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2017
From, Lauren Rowe, the USA Today and International bestselling author of The Club Series and Ball Peen Hammer comes a sexy standalone romance: Captain.
It wasnât the way this kind of story was supposed to go . . .
Insta-love isnât supposed to turn into insta-hate.
But thatâs exactly what happened when the hot-as-hell dreamboat I met in a bar turned out to be a lying, cheating scumbag-player-douche looking for nothing but a little side action. Jerk.
And he has the nerve to call me a liar and a âsociopathâ? Assh*le.
And now, three months later, through a mind-blowing series of events I couldnât have predicted in a million years, it turns out my boss is marrying his sister in Hawaii and Iâve got to play nice with him for an entire freaking week.
Okay, sure, Iâll put on a happy face this week and act like Iâve never even met the jerk before--did I mention his sister is marrying my boss?--but that doesnât mean Iâll like it. And it certainly doesnât mean Iâll stop secretly hating the cocky bastardâs guts.
Because I do.
I hate him.
I really do.
I just wish my brain would explain the situation to my body . . . because every time he flashes that panty-melting smile at me, it takes all my self-restraint not to jump the bastardâs hot-as-f*ck bones.
USA Today and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego, California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes embarrassing snapshots of her ever-patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her wonderful family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Laurenâs thrill, her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic and international bestseller lists. With enticing characters, enthralling situations and a general love of romantic fiction, Lauren has created a world of her own, full of wit and sensual desire.
Ready the Pickles, Keane Morgan is finally here!
Meet Keane in this STANDALONE romantic comedy!
(No Prior reading required)
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Keane Morgan wouldn’t return any of my calls or texts, and I was pissed as hell about it. I didn’t want to drive from Seattle to L.A. with the guy any more than he wanted to drive with me, but I had no frickin’ choice in the matter--at least, not if I wanted to use his brother Dax’s coveted parking spot at UCLA.
Okay, so it turned out Keane was objectively gorgeous, and, fine, pretty funny, too. But did he have to be so damned in love with himself? I mean, jeez, the cocky way he flashed those dimples was just so orchestrated. And, honestly, what kind of guy uses the phrase “baby doll” with a straight face? Oh, that’s right: the kind of guy who’s a male stripper.
Yup, the cocky jerk turned out to be Seattle’s answer to Magic Mike, a stripper known as “Ball Peen Hammer”--which meant Keane Morgan was emphatically not the kind of guy I’d ever fall for.
Not. At. All.
No freakin’ way.
Well, until Keane convinced me to fall for him, that is.
Which I did.
As they exchange information, I make my way to the end of my aisle and loop into theirs, not taking my eyes off Baby Face the whole time. Shit. This dude’s hunting Maddy so hard, it’s making my blood boil. Jesus, he’s going full-throttle rifle on Maddy’s ass right now, completely foregoing his crossbow altogether.
When I reach the two of them in the middle of their aisle, I shuffle past the dude and stand next to Maddy, shoulder to shoulder, and then, on a sudden impulse, put my arm around her shoulders and squeeze her tight, making her wobble in place at the unexpected jolt to her balance. “Hey, sis,” I say, squeezing her like a rag doll. “You totally fell down on your candy-acquiring duties.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She subtly wiggles out of my grasp. “Brian and I got into this hilarious argument about the best candy bar of all- time, and—”
“And I’m totally right,” Brian says, cutting her off, and they both chuckle at some inside joke.
“No, I’m totally right,” Maddy corrects.
Brian smiles at her. “I’ll actually be down in L.A. in a month. How ’bout I call you then?”
“Nice to meet you, man,” Brian says, looking at me. He nods but doesn’t put out his hand.
I nod back.
Brian strolls away, buys a Snickers bar and a can of Red Bull, and leaves with a little wave to Maddy.
The minute he’s out the door, Maddy takes a giant step away from me, her face etched with annoyance. “What was that?” she asks.
“That weird thing you just did?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Maddy puts on an exaggerated scowl, like she’s Hulk Hogan eying an opponent. “’Hey, Brian,’” she says in a low voice, clearly intending to imitate me but sounding more like Arnold Schwarzenegger imitating Maddy imitating me. “’I’m Maddy Milliken’s bodyguard and I’m going to beat you the hell up now,’” she adds.
“What are you talking about?” I say, chuckling.
Maddy pauses, assessing me, and finally shrugs. “Nothing. I guess I imagined it.”
“Your weird... I dunno... vibe.”
“Oh, well, yeah. I was worried about you.”
“Worried about me? I was standing in a minimart, buying candy. Pretty low-risk activity, I’d say.”
“Uh, you absolutely were not standing in a minimart, buying candy—you totally fell down on that job, dude. You were standing in a minimart, getting picked up by a douche. And second of all—”
Shit. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve got to stop this shit right now. “Don’t get riled up, baby doll,” I say in my most soothing voice. “All I’m saying is you took so damned long in here, I started thinking maybe the store was getting robbed or you’d fallen into the toilet or something.”
Maddy twists her mouth. “Brian didn’t seem the least bit douchey to me.”
I shrug. “What gave you the impression he’s a douche?”
“Just a figure of speech. So are you gonna do the job I hired you to do or not?” I motion to the candy rack. “‘Cause based on your performance thus far, you’re totally fired.”
“And I wasn’t getting ‘picked up,’” Maddy says, her tone full of indignation. “Brian’s brother goes to UCLA. Can’t I talk to a helpful, nice guy without it being some sort of a sleazy pick-up?”
“Sure you can. However, in this instance, you were talking to a helpful, nice guy who was picking you up so he can bone the living fuck outta ya.”
“Keane.” Maddy’s cheeks burst with color. “Don’t say that. Oh my god. You’re insane. Brian was just being helpful, that’s all.”
“Yeah, so he can bone the living fuck outta ya.”
“Stop saying that. Please. It’s offensive and absolutely not true. This topic of conversation is officially over.”
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