Having just broken up with her boyfriend, London Spark is not in the mood to be hit on. Especially not when she’s out celebrating her single status with her sisters. So when a very attractive man pays for their drinks and then slips her his number, she passes it right back to him with a ‘thanks, but no thanks’. As the business administrator for their family’s event hotel, the Spark House, London has more important things to worry about, like bringing in new clientele.
As luck would have it, a multi-million-dollar company calls a few months later asking for a meeting to discuss a potential partnership, and London is eager to prove to her sisters, and herself, that she can land this deal. Just when she thinks she has nailed her presentation, the company’s CEO, Jackson Holt, walks in and inserts himself into the meeting. Not only that, but he also happens to be the same guy she turned down at the bar a few months ago.
As they begin to spend more time together, their working relationship blossoms into something more. It isn’t until their professional entanglements are finally over, that London and Jackson are finally ready to take the next step in their relationship. But between Jackson’s secretive past and London’s struggle with her sisters, London must question where she really stands – not just with Jackson, but with the Spark House, too.
Starry-Eyed Love has one of my favorite couples so far this year. London and Jackson just fit so well together in an odd and unexpected way. London is an anxious woman, and the paper starts she’s known for making to keep her hands busy sound beautiful. I loved her creativity and crafty side, and I felt for her when she never seemed to have enough time to dedicate to it.
Jackson is a bit of the opposite. He’s down to business and very focused on his company. But he also never seems to take time for himself. When they first meet, it was super cute – the ultimate meet-cute – and their second meeting was delightfully awkward for London, while Jackson is business-line and completely unaware.
When they end up working together, their attraction is put on hold. But while they may think they’re doing a good job hiding it, everyone around them can see it whenever they are together. And while they seem perfect together, it would just be far too easy for them to just get their HEA without some struggle.
When London gets dragged through a social media nightmare because of their relationship, things start to fall apart, mistrust builds, and it’s only some really open and honest discussions that can save the day. But can they both put it all on the line when it really matters? Starry-Eyed Love took that dive into communication and nailed it. I can’t recommend this book enough.
**I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book**
Amphitrite has always lived in the shadows of her sisters, but the shadows are where she does her best work. Living two lives was always easy enough for the Goddess; from being a pirate ship captain chasing secrets instead of gold to an upstanding government official. She has worked alongside her spies and sirens for centuries, guarding both the sea and Halcyon.
But a war has started against the Titans, and the darkness taking over the sea is now more than she can handle alone.
West Murphy has been the golden heir all his life, making selfish choices and surrounding himself with disposable people. That was until the night an act of violence forever changed his life. Now, feeling betrayed by everyone he knows, he considers himself a hollow shell of a man with no true purpose.
Until a tsunami changes the tides of his fate forever.
Sirens and Leviathans is the second book in the Reign of Goddesses series.
Everything around West spun out of focus, Hera having light jumped them somewhere else.
An abrupt halt made his stomach turn, and he attempted to steady himself and his queasy stomach. A soft set of giggles had him standing to see where they had ended up.
A large, all white room with floor to ceiling windows looking out over Halcyon. Long strings of varying color hung from the walls. Three women sat in front of them: an elderly woman, a middle-aged woman, and a young woman. His mind put it all together.
The Fates. The Moirai, if they were to settle into the form of a singular sister that alternated between ages in a small space of time.
The young woman clapped her hands at the sight of them.
The Goddesses did not return her enthusiasm.
Persephone spoke first. “The sea is not getting better, even with two Titans and its Goddess,” she said.
“And for once, make yourself useful with something that actually makes sense. I am not above retiring you from the mortal realm,” Hera seethed, stepping in front of the group to face off against the Fates.
West observed carefully from where he stood between his father and Amphitrite, who swayed against him. He moved his arm around her shoulders to hold her firmly against his side. He was drained, but he needed to stay strong for her.
He could tell his father was drained as well by the way he leaned against the wall.
In fact, they all looked worn, even Persephone and Devon, who stood on Amphitrite’s other side.
“Your power is great but will not cure the water,” the young one sang out.
He was sure he heard someone grinding their teeth.
“Okay, let’s make this simple, since that is all you are capable of,” Hera growled. “What will cure the water?”
“It’s a bandage, but the infection is strong,” the middle-aged one told her.
“The rot is here and only when it is cut from the mortal plane will the water heal!” the oldest one yelled, a bit too loud for the room.
“What. Is. The. Rot. You. Old. Hags!” Hera seethed through her teeth. The room was suddenly way hotter than it had been when they first arrived.
All three of the women looked at West.
“Me? How?” he asked as the Goddesses all looked at him as well.
“Not you as you.”
“But who you could be.”
“Determines if the rot can spread.”
“Or if it will die.”
His eyebrows rose into his hairline. Who he could be? He suddenly understood why Hera was ready to tear into them as soon as they arrived.
“What does that mean? Who will I be?” he asked, looking at the others helplessly. He was begging for some clue he wasn’t the enemy in this story.
“Your story is twisty and cannot be told. There are paths to take that can lead to the demise and ruin of those who walk our plane, or you can bring to life those believed lost.”
He clenched his fists, his own temper rising.
“Cut the crap!” he snapped. Amphitrite started at the volume, jostling slightly at his side. He heard a clap of approval, probably from Hera. “Tell me how I can fix the sea, then, if it all lands on me!”
C.D. Britt began her writing journey when her husband told her she needed to use her excessive imagination to write stories as opposed to creating a daily narrative for him. Ever since she penned her first words, life has been a lot more peaceful for him.
She currently resides in Texas where she has yet to adapt to the heat. Her husband thrives in it, so unfortunately they will not be relocating to colder climates anytime soon.
Their two young children would honestly complain either way.
When she is not in her writing cave (hiding from the sun), she enjoys ignoring the world as much as her children will allow with a good book, music, and vast amounts of coffee (until it’s time for wine).
C.D. Britt is the author of Shadows and Vines and the upcoming book, Sirens and Leviathans.
Both books are part of the Reign of Goddesses series.
Title: Alexius Author: Bella J. Series: Dark Sovereign #1 Genre: Dark, Mafia Romance
I’ve never met him. Never even seen him.
But I’ve heard the whispers. The rumors. The stories about him being as cruel as his father. Maybe even worse.
They say his presence wraps around your throat whenever he enters a room. And that’s exactly what I feel the moment he walks into the diner where I work, and I hear people breathe out his name.
Alexius Del Rossa.
They call him the crown prince of the Dark Sovereign—a society of men who own everything but the weather in this town.
Men say he has ice in his veins, and women talk about the corrupted heart in his chest. He’s the kind of man you pray never to cross paths with. The kind of man a girl like me has no chance of surviving.
But while his eyes trap mine, and his magnetism touches my skin, I’m unable to move when he forces me into a corner and hands me an envelope.
It’s an offer.
One I can’t refuse.
See, I have nothing. No family. No friends. No home.
