Thursday, October 30, 2014

Blog tour: Her Perfect Game by Shannyn Schroeder


Her Perfect Game
Hot & Nerdy # 2
By: Shannyn Schroeder
Releasing October 26th, 2014 
Kensington



Spring break is supposed to be a week of fun in the sun for three childhood friends about to graduate from college. But one of them is ready to get her game on somewhere else…

Charlie Castle is an expert archer and a fierce warrior—in her favorite video game, anyway. But college life was a program she couldn’t quite master. To land a cybertech job without a degree, she’s entering a “hackfest” over spring break—where she also hopes to meet the sweet gamer who’s been flirting with her online. Instead, she runs into the hot guy who walked away years ago, and can’t fight the desire that comes rushing back.
   
Jonah Best has never gotten over Charlie, whose kisses were always as deliciously creative as her coding. But now that they’re face to face again, he doesn’t know how to admit that her online admirer is really him—or how to convince her that he’s offering her a job for her incredible skills, not her sex appeal. Can Jonah cut through their communication glitches and persuade Charlie that the next level up for them should be forever?











Shannyn Schroeder is the author of the O’Leary series, contemporary romances centered around a large Irish-American family in Chicago and the new Hot & Nerdy series about 3 nerdy friends and their last spring break. When she’s not wrangling her three kids or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies.


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It took a second for Charlie to realize that she was being called a cheater. She stood. “What?” She looked up at the board. She and Override were still in second place, now only by five points, but Jane and her partner were fifty points behind.
“She had an unfair advantage. I wasn’t sure, but I suspected. It’s just not possible.”
Charlie glared at her. “I am not cheating. How could I?”
A nasty smirk stole across Jane’s face. “Someone fed you the answers.”
Charlie’s heart sank. She knew exactly where this was going. “No one gave me anything.”
“Should we ask your boyfriend over there?” She pointed at Jonah sitting by the door.
“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend. Second, he didn’t give me shit. I’ve worked through each task just like everyone else.”
Jane crossed her arms and waited. Carl looked back and forth between Jonah and Jane. 
Jonah slid from the stool. “I didn’t give her anything. I didn’t create the challenge. Carl did.”
Of course, Jonah wouldn’t lie about their relationship.
Carl crossed the room to talk to Jonah. The harsh whispers carried across the room. Carl was asking about having a personal relationship with a competitor. Jonah nodded. She was screwed.
Her stomach sank. There was no coming back from this. “Fuck this.” She slammed her laptop shut and looked at Override. “Sorry if you get screwed here too. I did not cheat, but I refuse to get thrown out for doing nothing wrong.”
She slid her computer into her bag and rushed out the door.
“Wait,” Jonah called.
She didn’t, but then he caught her by the arm. “What are you doing?”
Charlie yanked her arm from his grasp. “I’m not going to sit there and be accused of cheating because I slept with you.”
“Carl wasn’t going to throw you out. He knows I didn’t have access to anything he created.”
“Doesn’t matter. If I win, everyone in that room will question whether it was legitimate. Thanks for fucking this up for me.” She turned away, tears clawing at her throat.
“Whoa. What do you mean me? I didn’t do a damn thing.”
“That’s right, you didn’t. All you had to do was deny we had any kind of relationship.”
“Why the hell would I do that? I know you didn’t cheat, and lying wasn’t going to change that accusation.”
“Whatever.” She took a couple more steps before he moved in front of her.
“What’s the big deal? It’s a stupid small-time hackfest.”
“Not for me it wasn’t. I needed this win.”
“Charlie, you have to know that you didn’t really have a chance against Poison.”
Tears welled and burned her eyelids. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I guess we’ll never know now.”
She tried to push past him, but he laid a hand on her shoulder. “Why are you so upset?”
Charlie swallowed hard. “I needed this win. This was my chance. The prize is Def Con. I can’t afford to get to Vegas and pay for a hotel and shit. And I need Def Con to network and find a job.”
“No, you don’t, Charlie. You’re good enough that all you have to do is send out your résumé after graduation. You won’t need to network. The jobs will be there.”
She swiped at her face, hating every tear that fell. “No, they won’t because there won’t be a graduation. I dropped out.”
He looked stunned, his mouth hanging open, and Charlie skirted around him. She couldn’t look at his face knowing in a moment it would be filled with disappointment. She raced to her room, packed her stuff, and checked out to go back to her regular life.





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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Blog tour: A Bollywood Affair - by Sonali Dev


A Bollywood Affair
By: Sonali Dev
Releasing October 28th, 2014 
Kensington




Mili Rathod hasn’t seen her husband in twenty years—not since she was promised to him at the age of four. Yet marriage has allowed Mili a freedom rarely given to girls in her village. Her grandmother has even allowed her to leave India and study in America for eight months, all to make her the perfect modern wife. Which is exactly what Mili longs to be—if her husband would just come and claim her.

Bollywood’s favorite director, Samir Rathod, has come to Michigan to secure a divorce for his older brother. Persuading a naïve village girl to sign the papers should be easy for someone with Samir’s tabloid-famous charm. But Mili is neither a fool nor a gold-digger. Open-hearted yet complex, she’s trying to reconcile her independence with cherished traditions. And before he can stop himself, Samir is immersed in Mili’s life—cooking her dal and rotis, escorting her to her roommate’s elaborate Indian wedding, and wondering where his loyalties and happiness lie.

Heartfelt, witty, and thoroughly engaging, Sonali Dev’s debut is both a vivid exploration of modern India and a deeply honest story of love, in all its diversity.

Advance Praise for A Bollywood Affair:

Sonali Dev is a fresh new voice in romance. A child bride who’s all grown up, a sexy Bollywood director, and deeply-felt emotions that will keep readers turning the pages. A Bollywood Affair has it all.” –Susan Elizabeth Phillips, New York Times Bestseller

Deeply romantic and emotional, with characters I fell in love with, A Bollywood Affair is simply unputdownable. It’s sexy, it’s dramatic, but most of all, it’s a sweet, hot love story that made me sigh and smile and want to read it all over again as soon as I turned the last page.” -Nalini Singh, New York Times Bestseller






Sonali Dev’s first literary work was a play about mistaken identities performed at her neighborhood Diwali extravaganza in Mumbai. She was eight years old. Despite this early success, Sonali spent the next few decades getting degrees in architecture and writing, migrating across the globe, and starting a family while writing for magazines and websites. 
With the advent of her first gray hair her mad love for telling stories returned full force, and she now combines it with her insights into Indian culture to conjure up stories that make a mad tangle with her life as supermom, domestic goddess, and world traveler.
Sonali lives in the Chicago suburbs with her very patient and often amused husband and two teens who demand both patience and humor, and the world’s most perfect dog.




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Mili was in the middle of peeling the wrapper off her last remaining chocolate bar when she heard the knock. She took a quick bite and put the rest of it back in the empty fridge. Her stomach growled in protest. She hadn’t eaten anything all day. There were some noodles from Panda Kong in the fridge but she needed those for dinner.
Who could be knocking on her door? No one, and she meant no one, had ever knocked on that door in the four months that she had lived here. Except that one time those Jesus Christ people had stopped by and tried to give her a Bible. Another forceful knock. Too forceful. The Bible people had been too polite to knock this hard. Something about that knock made her defenses bristle.
It couldn’t possibly be Ridhi’s brother, could it? Ridhi had said they’d send him first.
Another knock.
Oh Lord. Oh Ganesha. Oh Krishna. What now? Ridhi was gone only about half an hour. If Mili let anything slip they would find Ridhi and Ravi before they got away. A complete tragedy-style ending to their love story. Mili could never let that happen. Never. Never.
She tiptoed to the door.
“Hello? Anybody there?” A deep, authoritative man’s voice shouted from the other side. A deep, authoritative Indian man’s voice. She looked through the fuzzy peephole. All she saw was a blurred outline of a large figure. Oh. Lord. She tiptoed backward and tripped over the shoes she’d left in the middle of the floor, and landed on her bum with a thud, knocking over the lone chair that stood in the middle of the room. Oh no, she had probably broken the one piece of living room furniture she owned.
“Hello?” the voice called again, sounding a little confused. He’d heard her. Oh Lord. She hurried to the balcony. No way was she going to be the reason for Ridhi taking on her monosyllabic-slash-near-suicidal avatar again. She leaned over the white spindle railing and saw her new bike on the bike rack just below her. It wasn’t much of a jump. Just about seven feet to the grassy mound below. She jumped.
She landed on her feet and then toppled headlong into her bike, which in turn crashed into the three other bikes next to it. Metal tore through her shirt and jabbed her shoulder. The crash made her ears ring. “Shh,” she hissed at the bike she was lying on and tried to straighten up.

Samir heard a loud crash. He ran to the open stairwell and leaned over the railing. Some sort of crazy creature with the wildest mass of jet-black curls was dusting herself off and trying to grab a fluorescent yellow bike from a jumbled heap. Was she stealing it? In her rush to pry it free she stumbled backward and her eyes met his. Something in the way she looked at him set alarm bells gonging in his head. His eyes swept from her panicked stance to the low-hanging balcony. Had she jumped? Damn it.
“Hey! Wait a minute. Are you Malvika?” he yelled at her.
Her eyes widened to huge saucers, as if he’d accused her of something truly heinous. Was she crazy? She had to be because before he knew what to do next she yanked the bike free, hopped on it, and took off as if he were some sort of gangster chasing her with a gun.
He ran down the stairs, taking almost the entire flight in one leap, and saw her desperately peddling away from him. The rickety piece of shit she was riding wobbled and teetered, looking even more unstable than she did. She turned around and gave him another terrified glance. What was wrong with the woman? Just as she was about to turn away again the bike’s handle jerked at the most awkward angle as if it had a mind of its own and she went hurtling into a tree at the end of the street.
“Holy shit!” He ran to her.
By the time he got to her she was lying on her back, her butt pushed up against the tree trunk, her legs flipped over her head like some sort of contortionist yoga guru and the bike intertwined with her folded body. Through the tangle of hair, limbs, and fluorescent metal he heard a sob and a squeak.
“Hello? Are you all right?” Leaning over, he lifted a long spiral lock off her face. It bounced against his palm, soft as silk.
One huge, almond-shaped eye focused on him.
“Teh thik to ho?” he repeated in Hindi. He had no idea why he’d spoken it or why he had used that rural dialect he now used only with his mother, but it just slipped out.
The tangled-up, upside-down mess of a girl, looking at him from behind her legs, literally brightened. There was just no other way to describe it. Her one exposed eye lit up like a firework in a midnight sky. He pushed more hair off her face, almost desperate to see the rest of that smile.
“You can speak Hindi,” she said, her surprisingly husky voice so filled with delight that sensation sparkled across his skin.
For one moment the almost physical force of her smile and the uninhibited joy in her voice stole his ability to speak.
She squinted those impossibly bright eyes at him. “Sorry, is that the only line you know?”
“What? No, of course not. I know lots of lines.” Wow, that must be the stupidest thing he’d ever said in his life.
She smiled again.
He gave his head a shake and forced his attention on her mangled situation instead of that smile. As carefully as he could he pulled the bike off her. “Can you move?”
She bit down on her lip and tried to push herself up. But instead of her body moving, her face contorted with pain and tears pooled in her eyes.
He dropped down to his knees next to her. “I’m sorry. Here, let me help you.” He ignored the absurd shiver of anticipation that kicked in his gut as he reached for her.
No man had ever touched Mili like that. Ridhi’s ridiculously handsome brother wrapped his arms around her and tried to ease her into a sitting position. Pain shot through her back, her legs, through parts of her body she wasn’t even aware she possessed, and all she could think about was the warm bulges of his arms pressing into her skin. So this was what a man’s touch felt like.
Yuck. She was an awful pervert. You’re a married woman, she reminded herself.
But then he gave her another tug and she forgot her own name. Pain buzzed like a million bees in her head. She tried to be brave but she couldn’t stifle the yelp that escaped her.
“Shh. It’s okay. Let me look at that.” He propped her up against his chest and reached out to inspect her ankle. His face faded and blurred and then came back into focus. His skin was almost European light and his hair was the darkest burnt gold. If he hadn’t spoken Hindi the way he had, she might have mistaken him for a local.
He touched her ankle and she was sure something exploded inside it. She sucked in a breath and her head lolled back onto his chest. A very bad English word she had heard only in films rumbled in his chest beneath her head, which suddenly weighed a ton. Her stomach lurched. She heard a pathetic whimper. It had to be her. He didn’t look like the whimpering type.
“Shh, sweetheart. Try to breathe. There, in, then out.” His breath collected in her ear. His voice had an almost magically soothing vibration to it. He slipped a cell phone out of his pocket. “Is there anyone I can call? We need to get you to a hospital.”
At least that’s what Mili thought he said, because her ears were making funny ringing sounds. She leaned back into his wall-like chest and tried to focus on his face, which started spinning along with the fading and the blurring. “Snow Health Center is around the corner. I can walk.”
“Right,” he said. “Or why don’t you ride your bike?”
She was about to smile, but he made an angry growling sound and scooped her up in his arms. How could a flesh-and-blood body be so hard? Like tightly packed sand, but with life. The buzzing in her ears was a din now and she had to fight to keep her eyes open. He jogged across the parking lot to a very shiny action-film-style car.
“I’m going to put you in the backseat, okay?”
She nodded. As long as he kept talking to her in that soothing voice of his, she didn’t care what else he did. “Your car is yellow,” she said. “Just like my bike.”
He grinned and laid her down on the backseat of the roofless car so slowly, so very gently, she felt like she was made of spun sugar. Her ankle hit the seat and she felt like a sledgehammer on an anvil. She dug her fingers into his arm to keep from screaming. He didn’t pull away. He just kept talking in that magical voice until finally he faded out. The last thing Mili remembered was asking him to put her bike in the rack. No, the last thing she remembered was his smile when she asked him to do it.






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Monday, October 27, 2014

Blog tour: Christmas At The Cupcake Café by Jenny Colgan


Christmas at the Cupcake Café
Cupcake Café  # 2
By: Jenny Colgan
Releasing October 14th, 2014 
William Morrow



Issy Randall, proud owner of The Cupcake Cafe, is in love and couldn’t be happier. Her new business is thriving and she is surrounded by close friends, even if her cupcake colleagues Pearl and Caroline don’t seem quite as upbeat about the upcoming season of snow and merriment. But when her boyfriend Austin is scouted for a possible move to New York, Issy is forced to face up to the prospect of a long-distance romance. And when the Christmas rush at the cafe - with its increased demand for her delectable creations - begins to take its toll, Issy has to decide what she holds most dear.

This December, Issy will have to rely on all her reserves of courage, good nature and cinnamon, to make sure everyone has a merry Christmas, one way or another. . .

Indulge yourself and your sweet-toothed friends with Jenny Colgan’s new novel, simply bursting with Christmas cupcake recipes and seasonal sugar-fuelled fun.







Jenny Colgan is the author of numerous bestselling novels, including Christmas at the Cupcake Café and The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in Paris, which are also published by Sphere. Meet Me at the Cupcake Café won the 2012 Melissa Nathan Award for Comedy Romance and was a Sunday Times Top Ten bestseller, as was Welcome to Rosie Hopkins’ Sweetshop of Dreams, which won the RNA Romantic Novel of the Year Award 2013. Jenny is married with three children and lives in London and France.



Hello Jenny! Welcome to Roberta’s Dreamworld and thank you for your time. First of all, tell us something about yourself, both as a writer and as a person. 

Hello! Lovely to be here. Well, I'm Jenny. I'm originally from Scotland, and currently live in France with my New Zealand husband and our three children, who are disarmingly french. It's quite confusing. I write romantic comedies, often with a 'foodie' theme, and I also write for the British tv show Doctor Who which is completely different! It's great fun to be able to do more than one thing. 

How/when did you realize you wanted to become a writer?  

Well, I was always a bookworm and obsessed with reading, but writing as a job didn't seem much more realistic than being a pop star or in the olympics or something. Nobody was more surprised than me when it actually happened. Well, possibly my mother.  

Let’s speak about CHRISTMAS AT THE CUPCAKE CAFÉ. We’ve read the synopsis but can you tell us a little more about what the book is about? 

It's about Issy, who's worked incredibly hard to set up a café in London, full of her own amazing creations. Then her boyfriend Austin gets the job of a lifetime in New York, and they have some tough decisions to make...there's also some very yummy christmas recipes.  

How did you come up with the idea and how did you create the characters? 

Well, I moved to France when the children were small and was amazed at the difference (I'd been in London and the Netherlands before). In France, everyone just cooks. You can't even buy much in the way of pre-arranged meals. You have to buy the ingredients and actually make stuff! I know, amazing. Anyway, having never cooked I was now at home with the children and started cooking and baking with them and just really enjoyed it. So it came out of that really.  

If you should describe your books in three words, what would you pick? 

Funny, warm, romantic- I hope!! And optimistic. Always.  

Do you have any favorite authors and did they influence your choice of the genre? 

Loads! I love John Irving and Sophie Kinsella and Garrison Keillor and C.S. Lewis- honestly, I could bang on all day. I didn't choose a genre, I wrote really just what I loved to read and write about, and that's how it came out.  

What else do you enjoy doing, when you’re not writing?  

I sing in a choir, very badly. I ferry the children about, read like a fiend, catch up with friends, bug my husband to take me out to dinner. I like to travel when I get the chance. It's not very expensive to catch the train to Paris from where I live, so if any of my friends ever visit I like to slip off and see them. I get a ton of work done in moving vehicles. I don't know why this is. Something to do with the white noise maybe?  

As a writer do you get support from your family and friends? 

Hahah NO! Well, children don't care, my five year old thinks I 'go for walks' for a living. And my husband is very good, if I'm getting my head turned and thinking I am terribly important as a writer, he brings me back down to earth. He's an engineer. Engineers and writers are good matches, there's a few of us. Nicely balanced. But I think he's secretly proud really.  

What are your dreams and goals for your future as a writer? 

Oh LOADS!!!!! If I told you them all you'd think I was a nutcase. But I love to write in different genres, I'd love to publish a recipe book... oh, so many :)  

What would you say something to the readers to encourage them to read your books? 

I would, but the five year old has just come in and started the dryer (yes, my glamorous writer's office is in the basement). Hang on, let me ask her.  

Me: Delphine, why should people read mummy's books? 

D: Because they're grown ups.  

Me: is that all? 

D: Because they like reading? 

Me: YES! Now stop touching the dryer.



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Polar Bear Cupcakes

These little cakes are irresistible. Cut the liquoriceinto tiny eyes and a little nose, and use whitebuttons for the ears. Or if, like me, you hateliquorice, use chocolate chips. Try not to feel toosad when you bite into them; let’s face it, anyonewho can eat a jelly baby can eat a coconut babypolar bear.

125g unsalted butter, at room temperature
125g caster sugar
2 large eggs, at room temperature
125g sifted self-raising flour
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 tsp milk

For this recipe you need two different sizes ofcupcake tin, one smaller than the other.Preheat oven to 190°C/gas mark 5, and putpaper cases in the tins.Beat butter and sugar together, then add eggs,
flour, vanilla and milk and beat until the mix dropsslowly off the spoon (add more milk if it won’t).
Spoon into paper cases, put in oven. Check witha toothpick after 12 minutes – if it comes out clean,
we’re ready.

For the topping
125g unsalted butter
250g icing sugar, sifted
1tsp coconut extract (you can also use Malibu, ifyou’re feeling frisky!)
splash of milk
desiccated coconut
chocolate chips, large and small
white chocolate buttons

Beat the butter and add the icing sugar, then addthe coconut extract and the milk until you have a
light frosting.Spread the frosting all over one small and onelarge cupcake, then stick them together so the littlecake makes the polar bear’s head. Carefully roll thebear in the desiccated coconut.

Add chocolate chips to make the eyes and thenose, and the white chocolate buttons to make theears – and voilà! Polar bear cupcakes!!!!
Merry Christmas!




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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Release day event: Ready To Burn by Tracey Alvarez

Ready to Burn Release Day


Book Title: Ready To Burn (Due South Book 3) 
Author: Tracey Alvarez 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 25th, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions (http://bookenthusiastpromotions.com)





Take one sassy Harland girl…

Shaye Harland, sous chef de-awesome, desperately wants the role of Due South’s head chef. Though a little out of her depth, she can totally cope with the extra demands if she can resist her future brother-in-law when he muscles in on her kitchen. The Hollywood wannabe is nothing but a troublesome distraction and he fries her sex-ometer to a crisp. But as far as romance? Forget it. Love, when she finds Mr. Perfect, will be as sweet as her to-die-for cookies.

Add a bad-boy from LA…

Del Westlake swore he’d never again set foot on the island he calls the “ass end of New Zealand.” With his reputation as a sous chef in one of LA’s hottest restaurants trashed, and his estranged father’s restaurant needing a head chef, Del wants nothing more than to go in, get the job done, and get out. Except his feisty second-in-command carves herself a spot in his heart and completely incinerates his plans.

Watch the sparks fly as they burn it up in the kitchen…

Winning a spot on a TV reality show is just what Del needs to jumpstart his career back in the States. Nothing can get in the way of him winning—not even the woman whose trust he’d destroy if she discovers his secrets. But with a film crew capturing the explosive kitchen chemistry between them, will his bad-boy ways rear up and ruin his shot at becoming Shaye’s Mr. Perfect?






Tracey Alvarez lives in the Coolest Little Capital in the World (a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand) where she’s yet to be buried under her to-be-read book pile by Wellington’s infamous wind—her Kindle’s a lifesaver! Married to a wonderfully supportive IT guy, she has two teens who would love to be surgically linked to their electronic devices.

Fuelled by copious amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction set predominantly in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families are a big part of the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot, down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi men, in other words.

When she’s not writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can be found reading sexy books of all romance genres, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or bribing her kids to take over the housework.









One second Del stood beside her all moody and mysterious, and the next, his hands gripped the railing on either side of her hips. He moved fast—fast enough that she made an embarrassing little eep-ish squawk. Nowhere to go unless she became flexible enough to do a flip over the wooden railing.
Shaye yanked her hands from her pockets and gave his chest a shove. “Back off.”
Even after she added her sous chef do it now or die glare, he stayed, big and bad and way too close. He continued watching her with dark and unreadable eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly as he breathed.
Her hands didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t put them back on those two hard pecs, since every single nerve-ending had soaked up the heat burning through Del’s shirt and transmitted swoony, oh yeah sighs into her brain.
Stupid nerve-endings. Stupid brain.
She wriggled her bottom, so she half sat on the railing, arching away from him. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you the reason.”
The rough timbre of his voice stroked over her. Wickedly dark, decadently rich, scarily addictive. Like chocolate, the quality stuff made of eighty percent pure cacao.
He leaned forward, his face level with hers. “It’s a compelling reason.”
Shaye’s hand shot out to grip his biceps—that or topple backward—but God, he felt amazing. All hard, sinewy muscle and why the hell couldn’t she unhook her fingers?
Her breathing hitched, high and ragged. “My sister’s a cop, and I know how to defend myself.”
“So, show me your ninja moves.”
“Daring a cornered woman to hurt you isn’t very bright.”
One of his hands rasped off the wooden railing and touched the end of her ponytail. He selected a strand and stroked it down her jaw. Shaye licked her lips, unable to suck her gaze from his mouth, which angled closer. Close enough that she could tell the flavor of the last handful of potato chips he’d eaten.
Salt and vinegar. Her favorite.
She strained upward to see if he tasted as good as he smelled…Freaking hell—
Shaye reared back a little, hair slipping from his fingers, her chin narrowly missing his. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Her heart gave a little bunny-hop at the thought and leaped around her ribs.
“Not unless you ask real nice.”
“Ask you?” There was that damn smirk of his again. She should’ve guessed he was playing with her. “When pigs fly.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, but the smile didn’t falter. “Now you’ll have to say, ‘Please, Del. With a cherry on top.’”
“I’d jam that cherry up your nose before I’d kiss you, Hollywood. Get outta my face.”
His gaze dipped once to her mouth then flicked up. “I can’t go anywhere while you’re grabbing onto me.”



My review could be very easy and short: why are you still here? Go buy this book now!
But I think Tracey wouldn't like it that much so I will try to write a proper review, even though I'm still a little (read: very) hung over a week after finishing the book. Which should be quite enough to convince you to buy the book, if you're still wondering whether you should.
Ready To Burn is the third book in the Due South Series, and if you've read my previous reviews (you can find them here), you'll know I love this series, the island setting, tight-knit community and, most especially, those handsome Kiwi men!
The book features Shaye Harland, who's only been a secondary character so far, and Del Westlake, whom we've only heard about from his brother (and my all-time favorite character) Ryan/West or other characters in the previous books.
I loved Shaye in the first two books, even though she didn't have any major roles, and I was looking forward to reading her story. Del hadn't been in the previous books, so I wasn't sure what to think of him at first, but since he's a Westlake and Ryan's brother, he deserved to be given a chance. :)
Shaye and Del's meet-cute is rather funny, and it made me immediately love Shaye. As for Del, well, my first impression of him was that he was a cocky jerk (sorry, Tracey!) and I wanted to slap his handsome face and send him back to Hollywood (or Santa Monica, to be more precise).
Thanks to Tracey's writing, though, it was very easy to be pulled into the story and into Del's mind, and understand the reasons for his behavior. Seeing the pained teenager who'd been pulled away from his home, brother and friends inside the grown man was heartbreaking at times, and in a little more than a few chapters he earned my trust, my support and my affection. 
Shaye was fantastic. Even though I loved both the heroines in the first two books, I never completely bonded with them, Piper because she was a badass cop (and I'm definitely not badass), Kezia because she was a mother (no kids here) but I could easily relate with Shaye and she quickly became a girl I'd love to have as best friend. I loved her attitude, the constant banter with Del and the way she wanted to be with him and push him away at the same time. Her contrasting feelings about Del were quite amusing at times.
Shaye and Del's story seems to start off slowly and sweetly, but boy does it get steamy! But even though it is a sexy romance (I guess not PG rated), it's not one of those "I want to skip these parts 'cause they make me wrinkle my nose" books. Sure, you may blush a little, but the sexy scenes between Shaye and Del fit the story and they're not overly-descriptive and annoying (which, coming from me, the prude who doesn't like graphic sex scenes, is saying a lot). 
I was so very happy to find all my favorite characters from book one and two (especially West! He'll always be my first love!), and to meet new ones. Even though she only appeared briefly in the book, I liked Carly (Del's half-sister) and I can't wait to read her story (pssst: Carly and Kip's story is going to be released in a few short weeks as a Christmas novella, so stay tuned!). 
It was so good to be back on Stewart Island again and live the small-town life for a few days. Every time I finish a book in the Due South Series, I want to pack up my life and move to New Zealand. Tracey has a way of describing the settings that pulls you right into the story and makes you feel as if you were actually there, strolling on the beach, enjoying a pint at Due South, walking down the streets with the sea breeze ruffling your hair. I almost got seasick with Shaye and Del on the Mollymawk! That's just how real her writing feels.
Oh, and there's a lovely wedding (Piper and West's) and some funny kitchen moments that made me want to take cooking lessons (hoping I'd meet a chef half as hot as Del - lol!).
I could ramble on and on about the things I loved about this book, but if you still haven't felt your one-click finger twitch, then... 
a) this series is not for you (if you're a vampire fan, then nope, not the book for you),
b) there's something wrong with you (how can you not love these handsome Kiwi men?)
c) you're on a diet and don't want to read books set in a kitchen - which is totally understandable. But by the end of the book you'll probably want to eat Del (or West), and I'm pretty sure that won't mess with your diet. ;)

Whatever your answer, I still think you should give this book a chance. Besides, for a few more days after its official release it's on a promotional price. Only 99 cents for a limited time. What are you waiting for? 

Thank you, Tracey, for crafting yet another romantic, entertaining, sexy, funny story.











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