Thursday, October 3, 2019

#NewRelease #Reviews SERENADING HEARTBREAK by Ella Fields @CandiKanePR @_EllaFields


Release Date: September 27th

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My first love was my brother’s best friend.

A lead singer in their band. A picture of rugged perfection. And a drunk soul mate who couldn’t commit.

My second love was an arrogant baseball player.

A player in every sense of the word. A smooth-talking, reliable best friend. And a chance at something beautiful and true.

The problem with having a first and second love? That would be loving them at the same time.

My story isn’t some sexy triangle. It’s exquisite agony.

Fate gave me two men to love, but none of us knew which one I could keep.

Ella, Ella, Ella. I would have liked to think we are friends (though we've never met) but then you do this to me...
Serenading Heartbreak is a brutal, angst filled Mack truck of emotions barreling down the freeway at a helpless and very stuck reader while they pray it will go around them...Except Ella is driving said truck with no brakes at full speed and shows zero remorse as she grins a twisted smile in our direction. The sheer malicious joy in her eyes should have been a warning...BUT NO, this hopeless romantic was like "no Ella would never!" WRONG. Ella did. ELLA WAS HAPPY TO RUN YOU OVER WITH THAT BIG @SS TRUCK! SHE WAS GIGGLING IN GLEE WHILE YOU LAY BLEEDING OUT CLUTCHING FOR SOMETHING, ANYTHING....CLINGING TO HOPE!!!!

It's safe to say that Ella Fields is NOT my friend. 😂 The blurb to Serenading Heartbreak is exactly what you need to expect. Do not let your unicorn wishing heart twist that blurb into glitter dust and cupcakes! No, Ella Fields is a savage. She is going to lull you into a false sense of forever and then ravage what's left of your heart over and over again. Do not fall for it. Be strong. Hope is dead. Don't believe in hope...

Ugh, fine. I can't even pretend to be pessimistic. Serenading Heartbreak is the best kind of hurt money can buy. It may not feel like it, you may not like me either, but this book is going to hurt in the best way possible. You will fall helplessly in love with two men. You will declare your allegiance to both while pitying Stevie for the same. Allegiance will change, hearts will be broken, but HOPE (that twisted b!tch) will be waiting to wrap you in her arms and keep you hanging on with desperate grabby hands. You won't even truly be mad either. Hope has a way of convincing us that all will be perfect. Everything will work out in the end...

Today, Hope was right!

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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Ella Fields is the mistress of angst noone does it better. Her storytelling never fails to pull me in and I always end up obsessed with the characters.

Ella has written a heart-stoppingly emotional story. This will test your boundaries of what your comfortable with. The reader is taken on a journey that you may not want to go on. Every drop of pain you feel is worth it. Usually in a love triangle I have a favourite the one I want the heroine to end up with. Ella wrote characters of such depth my heart was just as conflicted as Stevie. Everett and Aiden two very different men both so worthy of love.

Everything I adore about love triangles is in this book. The heartache the pain and the guilt of loving two men. At times it felt like my emotions has reached their maximum. You broke me Ella. So deserving of more than 5 stars.

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We bumped into the counter and he cursed, muttering an apology as he set me on it. Removing my jacket, I could hardly breathe when his teeth sank into my lip. His hands pulled at my tank, tugging it and my bra down over my breasts.

“Fuck.” He tore his mouth away, lowering to my chest as he unzipped his jeans.

I gripped his face, needing those lips back on mine, then I reached for his waistband, shoving his jeans and briefs down.

He helped, and then pulled me right to the edge, testing my entrance with his thumb before licking the digit and pushing my panties aside. “I still have your other pair,” he said, his breath rattling as he pushed at my opening.

“Wha–oh, shit.” He rammed inside, and my head rolled.

He slammed in and out, again and again, one hand around my leg that’d been looped behind him, and the other behind my head as he bent over and hammered into me, sucking at my throat.

It’d been so long, and I felt just how long as the discomfort slowly fled and pleasure began to flood my bloodstream. “I-I think I’m coming…”

Everett chuckled, the sound dark. “You think? Clover, when I’m fucking you, you know damn well you’re coming.” Then he lifted me and spun us around until my back met the cool exterior of the fridge, magnets digging into my ass while I kept my legs wrapped tight around him.

I mumbled incoherent pleas to his tongue as it slid over mine. Our teeth clacked, his hips jerking up so fast and hard, I was on the edge and shaking for what felt like minutes. “So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine. Say it.” He reached between us to flick me into a million shattering pieces. “Say it while you come because of me.”

“Yours,” I rasped, and he held my face as he jerked and stilled, his forehead hard on mine and his breath choppy as it drifted inside my mouth.

We remained like that, eyes locked, our thundering hearts taking their time to slow and calm. His finger drifted over my cheek, and his cock softened inside me.

“You’ve wrecked me, Clover.”

About the Author:

Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in Australia.

While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters to her cat, Bert, and dog, Grub.

She’s a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.

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Wednesday, October 2, 2019

#Tour #Reviews PERFECTLY ADEQUATE by Jewel E. Ann @jennw23 @JewelE_Ann

“Another brilliantly written winner. Do yourself a favor and pick this one up, you will not regret it.” —Kate Stewart, USA Today bestselling author

Perfectly Adequate, an all-new must-read romantic comedy from Jewel E. Ann, is available now! 

Dr. Elijah Hawkins needs … something. 

After his wife jumps headfirst into a midlife crisis, he’s left with his young son, Roman, and a lot of unanswered questions. 

That something turns out to be a someone—Dorothy Mayhem, nursing student, patient transporter, reckless driver, and emu owner. 

Dorothy studies humans, the neurotypical kind, through books and television. Then she emulates their behavioral patterns to fit in with her peers.

But nothing can prepare her for Dr. Elijah Hawkins. 

Single dad. 

Brilliant pediatric oncologist. 

And the sexiest doctor at the hospital. 

When his failed attempts at asking her out turn into a string of playdates with his son, Dorothy finds herself unexpectedly enamored with the boy and his father. 

And that’s a problem, a huge one, because Elijah’s ex-wife is a famous plastic surgeon—and Dorothy’s idol. 

Perfectly Adequate is a beautiful, hilarious, and heart-felt journey along the “human” spectrum. 


I am absolutely 100% okay. Not fine but Perfectly Adequate

I'm fighting tears of happiness, understanding, and acceptance. I'm learning, loving, and smiling. Jewel E. Ann is opening windows when we were all looking at locked doors.

Perfectly Adequate is an emotional upheaval. Learning the lingo and processing it was a journey in itself. Okay means something completely different. Fine...well, when spoken by a woman always means NOT FINE. (That wasn't so hard to process!😜)

Experiencing life through a different lense has always intrigued me. Dorothy Mayhem and her wildly appropriate name are beyond okay. She is a spectacularly wonderful breath of fresh air and a completely beautiful soul. She is the embodiment of everything wonderful in this world that doesn't have it's own "translation."

I had the hardest time not smacking sense into the most stubborn individuals in this book but it's....fine. I got over my urge to shake them once it all became...Okay.

Perfectly Adequate is like nothing I've read before and also the most OKAY book ever. Jewel E. Ann had some amazing insight into humans. I am both envious and amazed by her revelations (also known as quotes).

I can't fangirl enough about these beautiful souls and their amazingly Perfectly Adequate story.

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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“You can call me Eli.” She swallows hard. “I don’t actually think I can.” “Why not?” I force my gaze away from her mouth. The second our eyes meet, she averts her attention to her feet. “Because you’re half of the Hathaway-Hawkins duo.” This is a new one to me. “I’m divorced.” “I know. I …” She makes an attempt to look at me, but her attention shifts to my temple then maybe my ear. “I mean you’re a brilliant doctor, and Dr. Hathaway is too—so brilliant. God, she’s just phenomenal. Like there are no words. But still … you change the lives of young children. You save them. You’re what every young person entering the medical field can only dream of becoming. You’ve earned the title. I can’t call you by your name. It’s too personal. I don’t know … almost intimate.” She has Julie on a really high pedestal. Me? Down a few pegs. Sounds about right for my life at the moment. It’s not that Julie doesn’t deserve to be on the pedestal. No matter how much I hate her, I still love her. And her skills as a pediatric plastic surgeon are unmatched. She deserves Dorothy’s admiration. But I don’t want to talk about medicine, accolades, and saving lives. I know … I know … how terrible of me. Sorry, but I need something for myself. Something personal and maybe a little selfish. Definitely intimate. “I don’t need a babysitter for Roman.” She jerks her head back, giving me her full attention, eyes squinted, gaze locked to mine. “What?” I trap my top lip between my teeth, drowning in coconuts as my heart races, sending ample blood to all regions of my body. God … I just want—need—to kiss her. “Oh jeez …” She shakes her head, closing her eyes for a breath. “You invited me to dinner to … flirt.” Her eyes open to their widest point. A tiny laugh escapes me. I can’t help it. Everything about this woman feels like a rebirth. “I invited you to dinner because Roman really likes you. And I just can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for him. You’re so generous.” Gah! I suck at this! What is my problem? Yes. The answer is yes! Yes, Dorothy, I invited you over to flirt, maybe even kiss. And other things … “Oh.” She takes a step backward, stumbling a bit as the front door catches her, and more embarrassment tints her cheeks. “Well, now I feel stupid. Yes, of course you invited me here because Roman likes me. Duh. Now I just look like an idiot for assuming you wanted to flirt with me. And really, no need to thank me. My generosity is selfish. It makes me feel good to do nice things. That’s all. And really, you’ve bought me coffee and made me dinner again. It’s like I should be thanking you again. But that’s probably weird. So … I’ll just go now.” Really, really weird shit goes through my mind as she fidgets. Dr. Hawkins is nowhere to be found. Neither is Roman’s dad. Raging-puberty-hormones Eli Hawkins invades my head—both of them really. And I just want to kiss Dorothy. That’s the PG version of my thoughts. Most of them are R-rated. Worse than the R-rating. All I can think about are the ways Dorothy and I can be generous with each other, leading to never-ending thank-you’s that don't involve stationary, replacement scrubs, superhero capes, pasta dinners, lunch boxes … or clothing. “Should we call it even? No more thank-you’s,” I suggest. “Okay.” She lifts her gaze, eyes going a little cross-eyed like her focus is centered on the bridge of my nose. “Okay.” I release a slow breath, but it does very little to relax all of my body. “Can I ask your age?” I’m not sure why I’ve been so chicken about asking her age. I think it worries me that she’s too young, and I’ll feel like a dirty old man having really inappropriate thoughts about her. “I’m thirty. Why?” “You just look young.” “I wear massive amounts of sunscreen.” I nod slowly. Just kiss her, you big chicken! What if she doesn’t want to be kissed by me? Or flirt with me? I internally laugh at the memory of her comment and at myself for being just as awkward. Why does something so simple have to be so complicated? “I have a forty-five-minute drive home.” And school the next day. Where is my head? Oh, that’s right … “Of course. I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” “Okay.” She smiles. I love her okay’s. They feel like more than the average okay. “I’ll walk you out.” “Have you not closed all of your rings?” She holds up her wrist, signaling to her watch. I chuckle. “All rings were closed hours ago.” “We could track each other. Share our rings. Did you know that?” Rings. Kisses. Trips to the on-call room for sex. For the love of God … get your shit together, Elijah! “Never mind. That’s weird.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at herself just before opening the door and scurrying ten steps ahead of me. Her pace gains momentum with the hill of my driveway. My long strides catch up to her at the bottom of it. She looks both ways and bolts across the street to her car, clicks the locks, and opens her door. “Goodnight!” “Dorothy Mayhem … you’re killing me.” She turns just before ducking into the driver’s seat. “What do you mean?” Resting my hands on my hips, I drop my chin in defeat and stare at my untied gray canvas shoes. “What if I did ask you to dinner tonight to … flirt?” I glance up, digging my teeth into my bottom lip on a slight cringe. Her body remains stoic as her eyes shift from side to side, like she’s been caught on a hidden camera. “Well … then I wore the wrong outfit.” She refuses to look me in the eye. “I think you look amazing.” “Yes. But this is a playdate outfit. Maybe even one I’d wear to apply for a babysitter position. It’s fun, but wholesome. Practical and safe.” I just want to spend one day in her head. Everything about her fascinates the hell out of me. The curiosity gives me such a high. “Tell me about your flirting outfit.” “Well …” She clears her throat, keeping her focus on the big hill leading out of my development. And of course … her cheeks are perfectly flushed as she talks to the wind. “Since Romeo was involved, I would have chosen my red dress with white stripes. It hits just below my knees, but it’s strapless. And I would have worn my blue cardigan with it and matching blue wedge sandals with straps that tie around my ankles. Flirty … but appropriate for young eyes.” “And if Roman wouldn’t have been here tonight?” I stare at the side of her head, wondering if she’ll look at me again before driving home. She narrows her eyes. “I would have taken off the cardigan after you invited me into your house.” The picture she paints in my head does all kinds of wicked things to me. Why imagining her in a striped strapless dress has such a physical effect on me is a mystery. It’s not like she suggested showing up wearing nothing but high heels and a trench coat. Dorothy Mayhem possesses her own brand of seduction, and I’m completely entangled in every part of it. “And in this scenario, would you have kissed me after I walked you to your car?” She turns completely red. I feel certain even her toes hidden in those blue shoes have to be red. “You’re making fun of me.” Her comment knocks me back a good ten steps, even if my body remains right next to her. Why would she say that? 


About Jewel

Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.

With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business. 

After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing. 

When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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