March 29, 2015

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas Review

Devil in Winter
Wallflowers #3
by Lisa Kleypas
Published on February 28th 2006
Avon, 368 pages

Four young ladies enter London society and band together to each find a husband. Has the third "Wallflower" now met her match?

A Devil's Bargain

Easily the shyest Wallflower, Evangeline Jenner stands to become the wealthiest, once her inheritance comes due. Because she must first escape the clutches of her unscrupulous relatives, Evie has approached the rake Viscount St. Vincent with a most outrageous proposition: marriage!

Sebastian's reputation is so dangerous that thirty seconds alone with him will ruin any maiden's good name. Still, this bewitching chit appeared, unchaperoned, on his doorstep to offer her hand. Certainly an aristocrat with a fine eye for beauty could do far worse.

But Evie's proposal comes with a condition: no lovemaking after their wedding night. She will never become just another of the dashing libertine's callously discarded broken hearts --- which means Sebastian will simply have to work harder at his seductions ... or perhaps surrender his own heart for the very first time in the name of true love.

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I cannot begin to tell you how many great things I've heard about this book. All the bloggers that I know loved this book. I was tempted to skip all the previous ones and jump right to this one, but I am so glad I didn't! They are all great. But this one is kinda special in its own way (and you wouldn't know how very special if you didn't read the previous ones!).

Evie. Sweet Evie. Poor girl I felt so sorry for her circumstances that she was brought up in. She is so shy and sweet and delicate and her aunt and uncle are just pure evil. She deserved better. But in this book we see a complete other side of Evie. She is not that shy, she speaks up her mind and she fights for what she wants. A twist, indeed. I loved Evie.

Sebastian St. Vincent. Remember this name. This guy made a history in the historical romance repertoire. 

And I swear, sometimes I think I dream about him. His sarcasm is so freaking unbelievably fantastically awesome that you will find yourself laughing your ass off. He is also probably the man in the whole series that I enjoyed the most. His. Sarcasm. Fuck, I can't get over it!

I thought the twist was a bit overly dramatic, but the romance and the characters make well up to it. And oh, the romance. It's actually sweet. Not something anyone would associate with Sebastian St. Vincent - but oh, it is. And the characters grow so much in the story. Remarkable. 

So, if you are a fan of historical romance, do yourself a big favour and read this series. All of it. Cause jumping directly to the third book wouldn't be half as much fun as if you read the whole thing. It's worth it. Worth your time, worth everything. The sarcasm is splendid. The action is quite thrilling. And the romance.. it's beautiful.

March 25, 2015

It happened one Autumn by Lisa Kleypas Review

It happened one Autumn
Wallflowers #2
by Lisa Kleypas
Published on September 27th 2005
Avon, 382 pages

Four young ladies enter London society with one necessary goal: they must use their feminine wit and wiles to find a husband. So they band together, and a daring husband-hunting scheme is born.

It happened at the ball...

Where beautiful but bold Lillian Bowman quickly learned that her independent American ways weren't entirely "the thing." And the most disapproving of all was insufferable, snobbish, and impossible Marcus, Lord Westcliff, London's most eligible aristocrat.

It happened in the garden...

When Marcus shockingly—and dangerously—swept her into his arms. Lillian was overcome with a consuming passion for a man she didn't even like. Time stood still; it was as if no one else existed...thank goodness they weren't caught very nearly in the act!

It happened one autumn...

Marcus was a man in charge of his own emotions, a bedrock of stability. But with Lillian, every touch was exquisite torture, every kiss an enticement for more. Yet how could he consider taking a woman so blatantly his bride?

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To begin with - I love the Wallflowers series!  I completely adore it. <3

In this book Lillian Bowman is second girl in the row that has to secure herself a husband. Annabelle got her pirate and she is as happy as she's ever been. So, now it's Lillian's turn.

Lillian is one of the very best female characters I've ever encountered in a historical romance book. One word: Badass. She is freaking awesome. And her language - oh my God - is pure awesomeness. She swears. A lot. 

She does not hesitate for even a moment to call Westcliff a son of a bitch in his face. She is bold and fierce and stunning. She really has an unique appeal and I really felt like I could connect with her. She even gets totally wasted in a scene. Hilarious!

Westcliff is ... a self righteous ass. At first. But then he becomes more of a nice character and in the end I was really fond of him. 

The writing was stunning as always - Lisa Kleypas - he writing is just like magic. I don't know how she pulls it off but damn, she does. And each book I read is better than the one before. Watch out for this writer!

The romance was fierce and full of passionate moments. I loved every second of it. And omg the twist at the end! Fucking hell, I didn't see that coming. This book is full of action!

So, if you are searching for a great historical romance full of passionate moments, fierce heroine, well developed characters and all that mixed with some great action, It happened one Autumn is the perfect book for you!

March 22, 2015

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas Review

Again the Magic 
Wallflowers #0.5
by Lisa Kleypas
Published on January 27th 2004
Avon, 391 pages

Lady Aline Marsden was brought up for one reason: to make an advantageous marriage to a member of her own class. Instead, she willingly gave her innocence to John McKenna, a servant on her father's estate. Their passionate transgression was unforgivable—John was sent away, and Aline was left to live in the countryside…an exile from London society.

…and he took her love.

Now McKenna has made his fortune, and he has returned—more boldly handsome and more mesmerizing than before. His ruthless plan is to take revenge on the woman who shattered his dreams of love. But the magic between them burns as bright as ever. And now he must decide whether to let vengeance take its toll…or risk everything for his first, and only, love.

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Oh, wow. This book! I loved all the four Wallflowers books, but this one was ... magic. And it encompass two love stories! How awesome is that?

I really wanted to hear the love story between Gideon and Livia! I thought this book was about McKenna and Aline's love story. So imagine my surprise when I discovered it was about Gideon and Livia too! Double awesomeness.

This book did not disappoint one tiny bit. It was complex, with greatly developed characters, full of humour and ofcourse, hot steamy romance! 

Both Marsden sisters were great characters and easy to connect with. Although I must admit I liked Livia more! She was so bold, fierce and lovely. She charmed me the same way she charmed Gideon - completely. And she deserved the happy ending. 

And both love interests were very fine gentlemen, indeed. Very different, but both charming and adorable in their own way.

The Wallflowers is an amazing series, and I love it to bits. All the books are great and made of awesome, but this one is just pure perfection altogether. So, if you are searching for a great - super - awesome historical romance, do yourself a favour and pick this book up. I swear it won't disappoint you. You won't be able to read it fast enough and then you will be sad that you finished so fast ;)

March 19, 2015

Gossip Girl by Cecily von Ziegesar Review

Gossip Girl 
Gossip Girl #1
by Cecily von Ziegesar
Published on April 1st 2002
Little, Brown and Company, 224 pages

Welcome to New York City’s Upper East Side, where my friends and I live, go to school, play, and sleep—sometimes with each other.

S is back from boarding school, and if we aren’t careful, she’s going to win over our teachers, wear that dress we couldn’t fit into, steal our boyfriends’ hearts, and basically ruin our lives in a major way. I’ll be watching closely . . .

You know you love me,
gossip girl

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I cannot begin to tell you what a disappointment this was for me. I can't even... Hell.

I am a big fan of the Gossip Girl series. I discovered it this summer (lame I know, I've been living under a rock apparently) and I fell in love with it. Cause really, who didn't fall in love with Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf? 

And in the fall when a friend told me there were books as well I was ecstatic! I was like "Oh my God this is like the best news ever, I cannot wait to devour these books!" HA. Little did I know!

After all the exams and holidays and stress I finally set down to read it. And I swear, if it was any other book I would have DNF-ed it straight away. What the fuck did I just read?

I was used to Serena, Blair, Chuck and the rest to be occasionally mean toward each other.. but this? This was straight forward nasty. And there even wasn't any scheming - that we know Blair and Chuck are so good at! No enjoyable drama whatsoever.

And Nate.. Oh God. What was that? He is so clueless, self-entitled, selfish, a proper jerk in the books. I could not believe it. 

The writing was.. awful. Awful like Fifty shades of grey awful, only there was no sex in it. Or proper nice kissing, at that. The writing kind of improved in the second book You Know You Love Me (Gossip Girl #2), but not under any extend that you would say wooow. It just sucked a little less.

There was no plot whatsoever. Neither in the first book, nor in the second book.

So, I checked the reviews of all the books after I finished the second one. Cause I was like - When is Chuck Bass going to enter the picture?! HA. Never. You heard me. Never. All the 12 books are apparently about Nate jumping between Blair and Serena. And at than point I had enough. I was like No, just no.

So, if you are a big fan of Gossip Girl TV show like me, I would advise you to stick to the TV show. Or, at the very least, don't expect magic or anything extraordinary from the books, cause unfortunately there was none. 

March 17, 2015


I've been meaning to write something for while now. Somehow everytime I tried ... I failed. 

But today is the day. Today is the day of my parents' wedding anniversary. I was the maid of honour, I should know. 

I was out on Friday night. I went to this awesome Great Gatsby house party and it was great. We went out dancing afterwards. I was with this little group. There were guys, literally, everywhere. So ofcourse, I looked. Cause you always look. 

And then my friend said something. I can't really recall what led to that something, but I remember his words. He said "Nea, you should be more patient".

And that was when my mind exploded. Patient. Patient?! Really?

I've patient for the past 6 year, and look where it got me. Nowhere! And believe me, I adopted many strategies. Nothing really worked, did it. Patient? For a guy to come around and say 'you've been so patient, I should totally like you'? For the society to change and value people for people? For people to accept people as people and not as a mean to an end? For people not to be taken as granted? For capitalism to finally decide that people matter and not the actual profit?

I am tired of being patient. I am tired of waiting for better times to come along. I mean, how long are we supposed to wait for things to get better?

We are the generation with no future. But damn it, the future is gonna come nonetheless. It has to. It's physics. Time might be a philosophical construct, but it does pass by. The future is gonna come.

Fuck. I've come so far. I paid all my university fees. I achieved great grades. I have the best possible theme for my master dissertation, it's exactly what I wanted and more. I should be happy. Even more, I should be ecstatic.

And all I feel is disappointed, sad and frustrated. Even depressed sometimes. Which you know, it's a shame and so soo unfair to my past self who worked so hard for this. I should be more grateful. Way more grateful. Happy, even. This is what I wanted and worked hard for. And all I feel is disappointed. 

I thought, last year when I was working at that horrible job, that I was tired. I thought it's gonna pass as soon as I leave it and have some rest, everything is going to be fine. But I am, still, so tired. That kind of bone tired that sleep can't fix. 

I should be walking around floating and be the happiest person alive. I achieved my goals! I proved myself to everyone that ever doubted me. Noone can tell me I failed. Cause I did not. I succeeded. All by myself. 

And here I am. Going to counselling every Monday. And going to Stress control seminar every Tuesday. And listening to relaxation music to get all the tension out of my body. Oh, and should I say it? I think I am developing an eating disorder? Yes, me. Me, who does not care about weight, cause I love my body. Cause every stress makes me sick and I cannot eat at all. It feels like nothing is under my control anymore. Spiralling out of control. Hilarious.

This is not actually something I had in mind when I started this post. But you know what? It's real. Fucking real. 

"What you feel, feels real, but it does not necessarily reflect the actual reality". Oh, yeah, but it feels pretty real to me. 

Until next time,

February 24, 2015

Chosen by Christine Pope PROMO Blitz

Paranormal Romance
Date Published: February 4, 2015

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It began as a fever of unknown origin that its victims dubbed “the Heat,” but as it burned through most of the world’s population, it became known simply as “the Dying.” And for those left behind, the struggle has just begun….

In the aftermath of the Dying, survivor Jessica Monroe is protected and guided by the gentle voice of an invisible being she thinks of as her guardian angel. When she reaches the sanctuary he’s provided for her, however, she realizes that her unseen companion is no angel at all. The destruction of humanity was only the first step in a much larger plan, and now Jessica must struggle to discover her own role in a frightening new world where everything has changed.


Now was the time to say a few words, but nothing seemed to come to mind. I couldn’t even remember the Lord’s Prayer, or more than the first few words of the Twenty-third Psalm.
“The Lord is my shepherd,” I began, then shook my head. What came next? The lines were all jumbled together in my head, nonsense syllables that sounded like something straight out of “Jabberwocky.” And what did it matter, anyway? We weren’t a religious family; we went to Christmas Eve services some years and some years not, maybe Easter. I’d gone to Sunday school when I was really little, but my parents hadn’t even bothered with that when Devin came along.
For the longest time I stood there under the oak, the sun disappearing altogether, deep dusk falling upon the yard. Then I moved, and the motion-sensor light mounted to the side of the garage flashed on.
“I love you all,” I said finally, then set the Waterford vase and the football trophy on top of their grave.

After that, I went back inside and shut the door behind me. It seemed to echo in the unnatural stillness of the house, and I realized it was hardly ever this quiet — someone always had the TV on in the background, or there was music playing, or somebody talking on the phone. Now the quiet pounded against my eardrums, and I realized how big a three-bedroom, two-thousand-square-foot house could feel when you were the only one in it.

The only one in the world….

The thought whispered through my mind, and I did my best to ignore it. Surely if I were immune, and not just having extremely delayed onset for some reason, that meant other people had to be immune, too. How many? I couldn’t begin to guess. I didn’t know the mortality rate of the disease. Even if 99.9% of the population was dead, that would leave around a thousand people still alive in the greater Albuquerque area, if I was doing my mental math correctly.

I turned on the overhead lights in the kitchen, then went through the house, turning on all the lamps. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to do — maybe advertising my presence would do more harm than good. But I couldn’t sit there in the dark, not after everything I’d been through that day. Besides, when I peeked out through the curtains, I saw mine wasn’t the only house on the street that was all lit up. Most likely the others just had their lights on because no one was around to turn them off, but it did make mine seem less conspicuous.

“Are you there?” I asked of the darkness. Even a voice that was only a product of my imagination was better than this deep, deep silence, the kind of quiet you should never hear if you lived in a big city.

No reply, of course. My gaze shifted to the remote control, still lying where I’d last dropped it on the coffee table. I didn’t quite dare to turn on the television, not after what I’d seen the last time around. I could only imagine how bad it must be by now.

But there was still the stereo, and all the CDs my parents wouldn’t get rid of, despite Devin and me telling them all that plastic just took up space and that they should just rip all their music off those CDs and then play it through Apple TV or something. And now I had to be grateful for their stubbornness, because that meant I could get up and choose something to blot out the silence. My father liked country, but old country, like Hank Williams and Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline, and my mother preferred classical. That sounded better to me right then, so I found her favorite, Rachmaninoff’s Second Piano Concerto, and put that on.

It actually was better, with the sound of an orchestra and Vladimir Ashkenazy on the piano overriding that awful stillness. Or at least it was better until I realized that no one would ever play that piece live again, that there would be no more symphony orchestras or Arcade Fire concerts or anything, ever again.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, pushing myself up from the couch and running into the kitchen, where I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in my face. As if that could begin to help. It was all too big to comprehend, so awful and enormous that I could literally feel the horror of it beginning to sink in, like some  noxious chemical seeping into my skin.

And then it was as though strong, invisible arms wrapped around me, bringing with them a soothing warmth. Unseen lips brushed against my hair, and I heard the voice again.

Be strong, my love. Be strong for just a while longer.

Just as suddenly, the presence was gone. I held on to the tile of the kitchen counter, feeling the cool surface beneath my fingertips. In that moment, I truly wondered if I’d lost my mind.

What other explanation could there be?
About the Author
A native of Southern California, Christine Pope has been writing stories ever since she commandeered her family’s Smith-Corona typewriter back in the sixth grade. Her short fiction has appeared in Astonishing Adventures, Luna Station Quarterly, and the journal of dark fiction, Dark Valentine. Two of her short stories have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
Christine Pope writes as the mood takes her, and her work includes paranormal romance, fantasy romance, and science fiction/space opera romance. She blames this on being easily distracted by bright, shiny objects, which could also account for the size of her shoe collection. After spending many years in the magazine publishing industry, she now works as a freelance editor and graphic designer in addition to writing fiction. She fell in love with Sedona, Arizona, while researching the Sedona Files series and now makes her home there, surrounded by the red rocks. No alien sightings, though...not yet, anyway!

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February 10, 2015

Amazon Burning by Victoria Griffith Blog Tour Guest Post

Amazon Burning
by Victoria Griffith
Published on October 1st 2014
Astor + Blue Editions
When 22-year-old aspiring journalist, Emma Cohen, is forced to flee the comforts of her NYU student life, she maneuvers an internship from her father at his newspaper in Rio de Janeiro. There, Emma is immediately swept into a major news story--and a life-threatening situation--when a famous jungle environmentalist, Milton Silva, is mysteriously murdered.
Emma must now enter the Amazon rainforest with her father to investigate; both awed by the enormity and beauty of the Amazon, and appalled by its reckless destruction. Not only will Emma have to brave the primal world of the Amazon, she must fight to survive the kidnappers, villains, corrupt activists, and indigenous tribes that lay in wait along the ever-twisting trail of the murder case. Stretched to the brink, it s up to Emma, her father and the dreamy news photographer, Jimmy, to unravel the mystery and live to tell the tale.
Amazon Burning by Victoria Griffith is a spectacular debut Young Adult novel. Griffith's powerful rendering of the Amazon rainforest forms the perfect, wildly exotic backdrop for this extraordinary tale of a young urban woman coming of age in the midst of intense conflict."

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Up Close and Personal with the Yanomami
        The tin can airplane hit the dirt runway with a thud, skidding to a stop just before a thicket of over-sized trees. Our pilot, unreassuringly nicknamed Amoeba, stubbed his cigarette out on the dashboard’s NO SMOKING sign. As the hatch of the cargo plane opened, the humidity of the rain forest flooded in. We had flown for just over an hour from the Amazon outpost known as Boa Vista and had landed in a different world. Chico, the burly Brazilian photographer who had joined me for this news magazine assignment, jumped down from the plane. I hopped down beside him and was surprised to see a couple dozen Yanomami running toward us, screaming like teenagers who had just spotted a favorite celebrity. 
        It soon became apparent that I was the main attraction. The native women clustered around me, one of them pulling at the front of my t-shirt. She peered down and invited her friends to take a peek.
        “They want to see what you look like underneath,” laughed Chico. “They’ve never seen a white woman before.”  I pushed my t-shirt back to my neck in protest. The women giggled and transferred their attention to my hair, holding strands of it and exchanging comments as if examining a specimen in a laboratory. A few of the women sported Western clothes, mostly t-shirts and baseball caps bearing American team logos and out-of-place slogans like I Love New York. There appeared to be a strict gender divide, I noticed, with the men choosing to interact with Chico instead. While these Yanomami may have never seen someone who looked exactly like me, their boldness was a sign that they were familiar with Westerners.
        Pushing through the small crowd, Chico and I made our way to the front of a wooden shack  to the side of the runway, where a gruff miner offered us a glass of water. In order to gain access to the Yanomami and see for ourselves the damage illegal miners were wreaking on their territory, we had made a deal with the devil, paying hundreds of dollars for Amoeba to take us to this gold mining station in the middle of the jungle. The gold miners controlled most of the runways in the area, if you could call these dirt strips runways. Amoeba had assured us that the miners would be on their best behavior. They didn’t want bad publicity, which tended to attract unwanted attention to their activities. But there were no guarantees, and I eyed the unsmiling group warily.
        The Yanomami had followed us, and I pulled t-shirts and crackers from my backpack to hand out as gifts. They pounced on the food, a clear indication of just how hungry they were. Yanomami are known to dislike salt, and these crackers had plenty. As they stuffed the crackers in their mouths, one of the miners yelled at the group to disperse. They sheepishly crept away.
        “They are always coming around here, begging for food,” said the miner. It was true. But what the miner did not acknowledge was that the nearby gold mine was likely to blame for their hunger in the first place. It polluted the waters with mercury run-off, killing off wildlife the natives would otherwise be able to hunt. In an ironic twist, the Yanomami were forced to turn for help to the very people who caused their food shortage in the first place.
        Rehydrated, we were ready to visit the site where the mining was actually taking place, a little more than an hour’s walking through the forest. A squat man with a mustache offered to show us the way, and together we dove into the sea of humidity that is the Amazon jungle. Up by the Venezuelan border, the forest becomes hilly, and I slipped over leaves the size of dinner plates as we made our way up and down the narrow path. I had just taken a fall when before us in the path appeared a small Yanomami man, dressed in a traditional loincloth. I scrambled to my feet. The man, sporting elaborate black and red designs on his chest, exchanged a few words with the miner, who had apparently picked up a little of the native language.  After a few minutes, the Yanomami man let out a whistle, and out from the greenery emerged dozens of men, women and children. They had clearly been hiding away until they got the “coast is clear” signal. This group was very different from the first I had encountered. Their eyes averted, they approached us cautiously. 
        Once again, they organized themselves by gender. A group of women and girls gathered around but remained at arm’s length. Sticks protruded from their lower lips; their hair was cut in the tribe’s characteristic bowl fashion. It was clear that they had had little to no experience with Westerners. But they were curious and tried their best to communicate, liberally augmenting their speech with sign language. I held out my arms and made a buzzing noise to tell them I had come on a plane. They pointed to parts of their bodies, making sounds, and I realized that they were trying to engage me in a language lesson – Yanomami 101.
        I tried to imitate their sounds. My accent must have sounded very funny to their ears, however, and they were soon chortling with laughter. Chico’s camera snapped. The goldminer said we’d need to move on if we wanted to make it to the mine and back to Boa Vista by sundown. He was right. Just before I turned to leave, one of the Yanomami women pointed to me, then to the forest. She rested her head on her hands, closing her eyes in a universally understood mime of sleep. I realized that she had just asked me to join her on a sleepover in her village. I was touched, but I shook my head. Chico and I had been warned of the dangers of spending the night in this area. While they might restrain themselves during the day, the heavy-drinking miners would likely be less inhibited later on. And guns and knives were in plentiful supply in these parts.
        “Let’s go,” Chico urged. I nodded and turned to follow him down the path. But I had to catch just one more glimpse of the woman who had asked me to stay. She offered me a smile. I smiled back. And to this day I wonder what might have happened if I had accepted her invitation. 
Victoria Griffith is the author of the award winning non-fiction picture book The Fabulous Flying Machines of Alberto Santos-Dumont (Abrams, 2011). Before becoming a full-time author, Victoria spent twenty years as an international journalist, fifteen of those years as foreign correspondent for the UK’s Financial Times. During that time, she had fun writing on a wide range of topics, including Brazil’s Yanomami Indians, architecture, space exploration, the human genome, and the growth of the Internet. Her most terrifying assignment was preparing lunch for Julia Child, who praised the Brazilian fish stew but refused to touch the blackberry dessert. Victoria lives in Boston with her husband and three daughters.

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January 21, 2015

All Played Out by Cora Carmack Cover Reveal

Holy smokes are we excited to bring you the cover for Cora Carmack's ALL PLAYED OUT! ALL PLAYED OUT is a New Adult Contemporary Romance and is the 3rd book in the Rusk University Series, published by William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollins. It is due to be released on May 12, 2015!! If you haven't had a chance to read this sexy, fun series yet, be sure to grab ALL LINED UP and ALL BROKE DOWN!   Image Map  

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First person in her family to go to college? CHECK.
Straight A’s? CHECK.
On track to graduate early? CHECK.
Social life? …..yeah, about that….

With just a few weeks until she graduates, Antonella DeLuca’s beginning to worry that maybe she hasn’t had the full college experience. (Okay... Scratch that. She knows she hasn't had the full college experience). 

So Nell does what a smart, dedicated girl like herself does best. She makes a "to do" list of normal college activities.

Item #1? Hook up with a jock.

Rusk University wide receiver Mateo Torres practically wrote the playbook for normal college living. When he’s not on the field, he excels at partying, girls, and more partying. As long as he keeps things light and easy, it's impossible to get hurt... again. But something about the quiet, shy, sexy-as-hell Nell gets under his skin, and when he learns about her list, he makes it his mission to help her complete it.

Torres is the definition of confident (And sexy. And wild), and he opens up a side of Nell that she's never known. But as they begin to check off each crazy, exciting, normal item, Nell finds that her frivolous list leads to something more serious than she bargained for. And while Torres is used to taking risks on the field, he has to decide if he's willing to take the chance when it's more than just a game. 

Together they will have to decide if what they have is just part of the experiment or a chance at something real. 

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  About Cora Carmack: Cora Carmack is a twenty-something writer who likes to write about twenty-something characters. She's done a multitude of things in her life-- boring jobs (like working retail), Fun jobs (like working in a theatre), stressful jobs (like teaching), and dream jobs (like writing). She enjoys placing her characters in the most awkward situations possible, and then trying to help them get a boyfriend out of it. Awkward people need love, too. Her first book, LOSING IT, was a New York Times and USA Today bestseller.      

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