The Rancher's Twins {Book Review}

Title: The Rancher's Twins

Series: Return of the Blackwell Brothers

Author: Carol Ross

Genre: Hartwarming, Contemporary, Western

Book Description:

She’s not the country nanny he advertised for

But she could be perfect for him…

Jon Blackwell needs a woman ready to tackle the duties of a cattle ranch and two lively, take-no-prisoners twin girls. But ever since Lydia Newbury showed up at his six-generation Montana spread, the frazzled single father is rethinking, well, everything. The Philadelphia dazzler is a marvel. What he doesn’t know is the secret that has Lydia on the run…

My Review: 

Mrs. Ross is a new to me author. So I wasn't exactly sure what to expect going into this book. But the cover caught my attention and the fact in the description it said single dad. I love single parent books. There one of my secret favorite reads. 

Lets start with Jon.... Jon is the oldest of the Blackwell boys, he runs his own ranch, he's raising his twin girls on his own. And he finds himself having to help out at his grandfather's ranch when his grandfather ups and disappears. I loved Jon to death and a lot rested on his shoulder. I thought he did the best he could with what he was given. I did think at times he seemed a bit judgemental, but I guess that's to be expected with what he went through with his ex-wife. 

I liked Lydia.... I thought she was a likable character.... I felt like times though we only got bits and pieces about her..... Like she's on the run from her now ex-boyfriend.... Than at another part her parents had a nasty divorce.... And than another part she had a grandmother whom she seemed to love her dearly and was really the only one who had shown her warmth and love, had passed away a long time ago... I felt like the author kind of spaced out the information on Lydia to make her really just likable. 

I did really enjoy this book. And thought that it was a sweet, likable, lighthearted read. I can't wait to read more about these Blackwell brothers. 

I'm giving this book 4 Stars out of 5!!!!

Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from Prism Book Tours for my honest review. The opinions in this post are 100% of Busy Bumble Bee Book Reviews and may differ from others. 

Release Blitz: Holeshot {Nitro Crew Series Book 2} & Giveaway

Title: Holeshot

Series: Nitro Crew Series Book 2

Author: Winter Travers

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

Release Date: September 29, 2018

Photographer Darren Birks

Models Darren & Leandra

Designer: Wicked By Design

Frankie Jensen works hard. She’s clawed her way up to become the car chief for the Cummings Racing pit crew, but none of that matters when her boss doesn’t even know her name. She refuses to let people take advantage of her. Quitting is her only option, but there was one thing she didn’t factor in.

Brooks Cummings always wins.

Whether it’s on the track or in life, Brooks knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to fight for it. After a near miss with a wrench to the head, Brooks knows he should wash his hands of the rebellious car chief, but he can’t seem to let her go.

Racers strive for a holeshot on the track, but Brooks wants one when it comes to her. First over the finish line and first to Frankie’s heart.

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Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.

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Pre-Order/Release Blitz: Be What Love Is {Love Overseas}

Title: Be What Love Is

Series: Love Overseas

Author: Ellie Malouff

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 1, 2018

Family secrets, black tie galas, and forbidden love in one epic standalone romance.

CARA

I'm an American girl, through and through, with a sentimental side. He's a posh Englishman who only cares about the bottom line. He's absolutely maddening, and if he weren't the co-beneficiary of my grandfather's English estate I'd have nothing to do with him. Trust me, he feels the same way about me. He's stuffy and rigid, but undeniably handsome.

Playing house with Reid was not how I planned on spending my summer, but now that we're stuck together under the same roof, I'm starting to see him in a whole new light.

REID

It's been twenty years since Cara has stepped foot in England. Trevor and Anna must have been out of their minds to bequeath her half of the estate. Then again, she convinced me to spend the summer going through their house, so maybe I'm the one that's truly lost it. 

Staying in Somerset, away from my life in London, has nothing to do with how sexy she is. At least that's what I've been telling myself. But I'd be lying if I claimed I'm only here for the money, because the longer it takes to settle the estate, the more I want this summer with Cara to last forever.

 

CARA

“Little ballerina,” my grandfather whispers, luring me awake. I can’t open my eyes, but I have a feeling I should. Suddenly, my window bursts open and a gust of wind and rain blows the sheet off my body. I spring out of bed, terrified. I dash out of the bedroom and toward the nearest light source, which comes from beneath Reid’s bedroom door. I knock frantically.

Loud stomping moves across the room, and he swings the door wide open. “My god, Cara. Are you all right?”

I can’t answer through the sobbing. I rush into the light, right past him and take deep breaths. Before I know it, he’s wrapping his arms around me and whispering, “What happened?” over and over again. His warmth comforts me as does his scent. He smells soapy and fresh. Alive.

“I think this place is haunted.”

“What makes you say that?”

I pull out of his arms and notice for the first time that he isn’t wearing a shirt, just pajama bottoms that hang loosely from his hips, like the first night we met. Much to my embarrassment, my eyes travel all the way down his well-sculpted torso, from his broad shoulders and firm pecs that have the perfect smattering of hair, over his defined abs, and down his happy trail. Yes, he has a trail of happiness, and I’m definitely staring at it.

He shakes me a bit. “Cara?”

“The window burst open,” I tell him and shiver from the memory.

“Did you forget to lock it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t remember. I think it was my grandfather. . .” I trail off.

“It was the storm, I promise. These windows are old.” He sits me down on his bed and then darts out of the room, I suspect to check things out and shut the window. When he returns, he sits beside me.

“There was something else.” I try to remember why I got so scared.

“What else?” he asks quietly and then gently squeezes my hands, making my anxiety melt away.

“I think I heard my name, or it was the nickname he had for me.”

“What nickname?”

Embarrassment replaces any remaining fear. It had to have been a dream. I’m starting to come out of it, and realize where I am and what’s happening. I also realize that I’m only wearing a t-shirt and panties. I try to roll with it, but I can’t help pull my hands out of his grasp and yank my t-shirt down over my thighs.

It doesn’t go unnoticed. He stands up and turns away, then clears his throat. I check out his back, which is as well sculpted as his chest. The first night we bumped into each is such a blur, so I’m a little surprised at how muscular he is, but I’m even more surprised at the tattoo he has on his shoulder. I did not notice that before. It’s an angular lion standing on its back legs and roaring with sharp claws. A monogram of K-L-G is weaved between flames around it, all in black. A tattoo doesn’t fit his personality in the slightest. How did that come to be?

Climbing off his big bed, I tell him, “It was just a dream, I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t sleeping,” he says as he slips on a t-shirt, much to my disappointment. “I was working.”

“This late?” I ask as I head toward his door.

He looks over his shoulder at me and nods, and then quite clearly flexes his jaw. Time to go. I’m sorry I interrupted his work and cried in front of him again. Will I ever stop crying in front of this guy?

“Goodnight, Reid,” I murmur.

“Cara, wait,” he says and takes a few steps toward me. His eyes meet mine before he puts his hand on my shoulder and runs it down my arm. Warm tingles glide up my spine. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

I look away and shake my head. “Yeah, totally.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your room?”

“No,” I jump in, too embarrassed as it is. “I’ve got it.”

He takes a step back and studies me for a moment, before crossing his arms. “Goodnight, Cara,” he says as softly as he did in the dining room.

I turn to go, but still feel his eyes on me until I’m out of his sight. Back in my room, I turn on the light and shut the door. I crawl back into bed and pull the covers up to my ears.

My eyes wander from my ballerina painting over to the wall I share with Reid. I replay our moment over and over again, rubbing my hands together, trying to erase the feeling of his hands holding mine, but it’s impossible. I feel him, I smell him, and I see in my dreams all night long.

Copyright © 2018 Ellie Malouff

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Ellie Malouff has been dreaming up stories for as long as she can remember. As an avid reader, she loves getting lost in books and decided one day to give a little back to the literary world with her own contribution. When she’s not writing, you can find her parked on the couch in Colorado with her husband, kids, and cats. She loves traveling to Ireland whenever she gets the chance.

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