The Hard Count Promo Tour

 Welcome to THE HARD COUNT review tour with Ginger Scott, hosted by Wordsmith Publicity. Be sure to check out all the great blogs,
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Mature YA Contemporary Romance-Stand Alone

Release Date: July 15, 2016

Nico Medina’s world is
eleven miles away from mine. During the day, it’s a place where doors are
open—where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. But when the sun sets, it
becomes a place where young boys are afraid, where eyes watch from idling cars
that hide in the shadows and wicked smoke flows from pipes.
West End is the kind of
place that people survive. It buries them—one at a time, one way or another.
And when Nico was a little boy, his mom always told him to run.
I’m Reagan Prescott—coach’s daughter, sister to the prodigal son, daughter in the perfect
Life on top.
My world is the ugly one.
Private school politics and one of the best high school football programs in
the country can break even the toughest souls. Our darkness plays out in
whispers and rumors, and money and status trump all. I would know—I’ve watched
it kill my family slowly, strangling us for years.
In our twisted world, a boy from West End is the only shining light.
I hated him before I needed him.
I fell for him fast.
I loved him when it was almost too late.
When two ugly worlds
collide, even the strongest fall. But my world…it hasn’t met the boy from West


“You’re mad at me,” he says, his fingers sliding to mine, his thumb covering the top of my knuckles while the rest of his hands hold my palms.

“I’m not mad at you, Nico. I was busy. I have things that don’t have anything to do with you,” I say, still fighting.

He chuckles.

“You’re still mad at me,” he says, and I glance up just enough to see his smile, all lopsided and perfect, the dimple that he gets when he’s right in its place. I hate him so much.

“Why would I be made at you,” I sigh, acting as best as I can while my mind races through all of the reasons I am mad at Nico Medina—not a single one of them really his fault.

I meet his challenge, staring back at him, forcing the stern expression to remain on my face, while he looks back at me with perfect lips curved up a hint on one side and unfair eyes that act as target sights. I’m caught in them, and they will not let go.

“You’re mad because of some homecoming dance,” he says, and I laugh once because…fuck!

“Admit it,” he smirks.

“Nico,” I begin, finding it hard to even say his name. “I could care less who you want to go to some stupid school dance with.”

Couldn’t care less,” he says quickly. I tilt my head and pinch my brow. “You said you could care less, but really…you mean you couldn’t.”

I jerk my hands away and huff.

“Could you?” he says, his hands back in his pockets, his head tilted, angled so I can’t ignore it.

I push my tongue in my cheek and shake my head, glancing away, but always coming back to his gaze. His stupid, perfect, eyes and face that I want to put my hand on. The damned lock of his hair that falls forward when his head leans forward, his tongue caught in his teeth. His kissable lips that I felt in a dream and watched speak in class. His arrogance. His confidence.

“Gah!” I exhale, shaking my head and focusing on the bricked wall behind him. He stands there with one foot against the wall, his back leaning into it, so comfortable seeing me so uncomfortable.

“You make me so mad!” My eyes slide to his, and his lip ticks higher.

“I knew you were mad at me,” he nods.

I stretch my arms out wide, my eyes wider, and I stare up to the ceiling with another shake of my head.

“Fine!” I shout. “Yes, you got me. I’m mad at you! Can I go do class now, please?”

Nico snickers, and I cross my arms over my chest. He pushes forward from the wall, taking a few steps toward me. On instinct, I take one back, but not far enough from his reach. He reaches for my hand again, and I hug myself tighter, tucking my fingers under each arm for protection. I’m throwing a fit now, but I’m this far in, there really isn’t any way to undo it.

Nico holds my elbows when he’s unable to get to my hands, and realizing how ridiculous I would look spinning out of his hold, I give in and let him. His touch is gentle and warm, and I wish I could just get over myself and take his hands back in mine. But I’m scared. My bottom lip shakes with nerves. Nico’s eyes glance at it, so I pull it into my teeth. I want to hide every weakness from him, but eventually I’ll have to curl up inside myself. I have too many.

“Why are you mad at me, Reagan?”

He says my name, and the word falls from his lips soft and sweet. No judgment, no challenge. My lip falls loose from the hold of my teeth and my eyes flutter shut for a long blink. I open again to find him waiting, still looking at me.

“I don’t know,” I say, with a small shake of my head.

“But you are,” he says, and I nod with the same slight movement, sucking in my bottom lip and breathing through my nose.

“Yeah,” I say, my lip falling away and my eyes only able to look at his cheek.

I’m holding myself tighter than I ever have, my fingers actually digging into my sides, my nails rough against my skin through the fabric of my gray Cornwall sweatshirt. Nico doesn’t flinch once. His eyes stay on mine when I give in, and his expression doesn’t shift from the gentle, sweet one he’s held.

His right hand lets go of my elbow, moving to the few strands of hair resting against my forehead, falling over one eye. Nico takes them with his thumbs, moving them behind my ears, his eyes watching his movement then settling back on mine.

“You’ve worn your hair down ever since I said I liked it,” he says.

I breathe in long and deep, letting myself feel this moment—all of it. I have worn my hair down. I did it hoping he would touch it, but never once actually thinking he would.

“That’s how I knew,” he says, and my forehead crinkles. He smiles on one side, repeating the gesture and moving the long wave of blonde hair from my face again. “That’s how I knew I was more than just some guy you wanted on your dad’s football team.”

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The Hard Count, in Five Words by Ginger Scott

Prejudice: I mention this in my acknowledgements, that this book…it’s about more than football. This word was the driving force for me behind this story, and above all, The Hard Count is about confronting those things we assume about others based on where they live, the color of their skin, their religion, background, and families. I wanted to write a book that wasn’t shy about portraying the everyday prejudice, hate and racism that exists. And then I wanted to prove it all wrong because love…it wins.

Family: This word applies to The Hard Count in many aspects, the most obvious in the closeness of each main character to his/her family. Family comes in many forms, and it tries us, and pushes our limits. The love from family though is one of the most powerful gifts, and in this book, even when things are grim, when hope feels lost—family is always there, no matter what side of the bridge you live on. And that sense carries out onto the field. There’s a saying the Cornwall Tiger Tradition have: Honor. Brotherhood. Tradition. This team is built on a sense of family, and when they forget that, their strength is lost.

Adversity: Adversity is at the heart of many of my stories. I love the human spirit and our ability to overcome. I like to think we have real life superheroes on earth. While I’ve written about people overcoming mental and physical barriers, Nico is different—for him, that barrier is something less tangible. It’s wrapped up in assumptions, in racism and class, and the limitations that come with being born on the poor street, in the neighborhood where drugs are sold and bullets pierce the walls of your home. Nico may just be my favorite hero yet.

Trust: This word is a subtle player in The Hard Count. Trust is broken and tested by several people, and in many ways each character, not just our main hero and heroine, need to find their faith again. Brothers test, teammates fail, fathers lose—but The Hard Count is about those people still left standing in your corner when it all goes wrong.

Will. I was going to say ego for my final word, but ego is really the villain in this story, and frankly, I didn’t want to give him that much power 😉 His arch nemesis is will—sheer will. That’s what makes Nico good at anything he does, his own determined will to succeed, to overcome and to push himself harder. Will is what makes Cornwall so good, and will is what readers will see out there on that field.

About Ginger Scott

Ginger Scott is an
Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young
and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless and In Your Dreams.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for
newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at
When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).

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Inside Out Book Tag, #3

I was tagged by Beth @ Reading Every Night for the Inside Out Book Tag. (Thanks, Beth!) I’ve done this tag before, but it’s been a while so I thought I would go ahead and do it again. 🙂 I still haven’t seen this movie — although my daughter has, so she told me all about it.

A Book that Brings you Joy


Kelly Siskind is one of my new favorite authors. Her writing style is fun and witty. I love her characters and banter. My Perfect Mistake was so much fun to read. It brought me so much joy.

A Book that Brings you Sadness


Bright Side definitely brought me sadness. I’ve said it before, but this book made me cry more than any other book. And that includes Me Before You, so you know that’s saying something.

A Book that Brings you Fear

This might seem like an odd choice for a book that brings me fear, but it does. The whole mosquito pandemic is believable and frightening. Heck, look at the Zika virus.

A Book that Brings you Anger

I’m pretty sure So Much More has cemented its place in any post dealing with anger. You know what I mean, if you read this book. Miranda’s character made me feel anger like I’ve never felt before while reading. Props to Kim Holden for character development and the ability to make me feel. She did it with Bright Side, Gus and now with So Much More.

A Book that Brings you Disgust

I can’t tell you why Say Something disgusted me without giving away a major spoiler, but I can honestly say I won’t be reading the second book in the series because of it. Just ewww.

I tag:

I’ve done this one a couple of times, so I am going to leave the tagging open to anyone who hasn’t gotten the chance to do this tag yet. Go for it! 🙂

Mid Year Freak Out Tag (2016)

I was tagged by Jesse @ Books at Dawn, Joey @ Thoughts and Afterthoughts, and Monique @ The Wild Soul for the Mid Year Freak Out Tag. Thanks, guys! I appreciate the tag love! 🙂

1. Best book read in 2016 so far?


This is a really hard question for me because of the number of books I’ve read so far this year that I’ve loved. So, so many good books this year. Most recently, my favorite is The Hard Count by Ginger Scott. This book has a little of everything in it and an amazing message.

2. Best sequel read in 2016 so far?

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Yikes! Another hard one! I can’t choose between A Gift of Time, Steadfast and Us. I loved all three so much!

3. New releases you haven’t read, but want to:

I’m a big Karen White fan. She’s an amazing storyteller. I own Flight Patterns, but haven’t had the chance to read it yet.

4. Most anticipated releases for second half of the year?

Honestly, there are so, so many books I’m waiting for this second half of 2016. One of the ones I’ll drop everything to read is Colleen Hoover’s It Ends with Us.

5. Biggest disappointment?

Say Something by T.A. Roth is probably my biggest disappointment so far this year. There were some good things about it, but there were a bunch of things that bothered me.

6. Biggest surprise?

Out of Focus (Chosen Paths, #2) was probably my biggest surprise. I wasn’t in love with Under the Influence, but I was intrigued by Cassie enough in it to try this book. I was shocked at how much I loved it.

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)?

So many! K.A. Tucker, Erin Watt, Rachel Van Dyken, Robyn Schneider, Emery Lord, Alice Clayton…I could go on and on.

8. Newest fictional crush?

Blake Crawford from SmutI totally would have picked Nico from The Hard Count, but I just can’t crush on an 18-year-old who just graduated high school. It would be wrong.

9. Newest favorite character?

Jude from Steadfast. I really respect the guy and his determination to fix himself.

10. Book that made you cry?

The last book that made me cry was When it Rains and it made me bawl.

11. Book that made you happy? 

Adorkable was just fun and made me smile a lot.

12. Most beautiful book you’ve bought (or received) so far this year?

To be honest, most of my books are e-books. So, if I’m going by hard copies then I would pick Perfectly Imperfect by Harper Sloan. I love the colors.

13. Books you need to read by the end of the year?

In the words of the wise Joey, All of them.

12. Favorite book community member (blogger, booktuber, bookstagrammer)?

I hate this question because everyone is so wonderful. I haven’t met a blogger I haven’t liked. I will take this opportunity to do a shout out to my first blogger friend ever, Kelly @ Here’s to Happy Endings. We share a blogiversary. 🙂

I Tag:

Ashley @ What’s She Reading
Alex @ Alextheshadowgirl’s Blog
Calliope the Book Goddess
Claire @ Art and Soul
Jane @ Greenish Bookshelf
Jessica @ Mud and Stars
Maren @ The Worn Bookmark
Paige @ Page by Paige
Raven @ Dreamy Addictions
Stephanie @ Stephanie’s Book Reviews

And anyone else who wants to do it!


Review: Where the Road Takes Me by Jay McLean

Where the Road Takes Me
Jay McLean
Publication Date: February 10, 2015
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary Romance

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆


Chloe has one plan for the future, and one plan only: the road. She’s made a promise to herself: don’t let anyone in, and don’t let anyone love her. She’s learned the hard way what happens if she breaks her rules. So she’s focused on being invisible and waiting until she can set out on the road—her dream of freedom, at least for a little while.


Blake Hunter is a basketball star who has it all—everything about him looks perfect to those on the other side of his protective walls. He can’t let anyone see the shattered pieces behind the flawless façade or else all his hopes and dreams will disappear.


One dark night throws Chloe and Blake together, changing everything for Blake. For Chloe, nothing changes: she has the road, and she’s focused on it. But when the so-called perfect boy starts to notice the invisible girl, they discover that sometimes with love, no one knows where the road may lead.

Sadly, I’ve had Where the Road Takes Me sitting on my Kindle for over a year now. I’m not sure why I hadn’t read it yet. I read Kick Push and Coast, which technically come after Where the Road Takes Me. I love Jay McLean’s writing so it just doesn’t make sense. Luckily, my favorite Goodreads group decided to buddy read it. I’m angry I put off reading it for so long, but happy I’ve finally read it!

Where the Road Takes Me is a book about valuing yourself, what you want out of life and making the tough decisions that will get you there. It’s filled with impressive writing and characters who feel like real people.

Chloe is a foster child who’s purposefully kept herself guarded. She’s avoided making friends because she knows she won’t be around for long. Her personal story was sad, but made even sadder by the choices she made. I loved C-Lo, but was so irritated with her most of the time! She had a major avoidance issue. I wanted to shake her!

Everyone assumed Blake was living the dream. He was a talented basketball player who ruled the school. He lived in a nice house. But Blake’s life wasn’t what it seemed. He was going to have to choose a path after graduation: the one he wanted or the one that was expected of him. The pressure was slowly killing him. I loved Blake — most of the time. His decisions concerning Hannah drove me batty.

One of my favorite things about Where the Road Takes Me was finally getting to know Blake and Chloe’s story. I knew bits and pieces about their past from Kick Push, but this book was so much more!  I had no clue what their story really was.

I absolutely loved Blake and Chloe together. This is when they shined. They truly brought out the best in each other. There were so many sweet and swoonworthy moments between them. It was cool how their relationship with each other brought them closer to their families.

My other favorite part of this book was Josh. He made me laugh so much! The nicknames he came up with were hilarious! Plus, he was such a good friend to Blake. I also loved getting a glimpse back to his life before Kick Push and Coast. Now wish I had read this book before Kick Push. I can see why Jay McLean went on to write two books about Josh.

I would highly recommend Where the Road Takes You and any of Jay McLean’s other books. She writes beautiful, touching stories that are so much fun to read.

Review: A Gift of Time by Beth Flynn

A Gift of Time
Nine Minutes, #3
Author: Beth Flynn
Publication Date: July 19, 2016
Genre: New Adult, Romance, Psychological Thriller

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Note: You must read Nine Minutes and Out of Time prior to reading A Gift of Time. A Gift of Time is the conclusion to the this story.


Are some secrets meant to stay buried?


Three months have passed since Jason “Grizz” Talbot was put to death by lethal injection for crimes he committed. His former wife, Ginny, whom he had abducted from a convenience store when she was a teenager and became the love obsession of his life, has spent more than the last decade trying to carve out a life of normalcy in the bustling suburbs of Fort Lauderdale—including a thriving and happy marriage to Tommy “Grunt” Dillon, a former member of Grizz’s gang.


Tired of the secrets and the lies, Ginny and Tommy thought the final piece of their past could be left behind forever with Grizz’s execution. However, the past comes crashing around Ginny and Tommy when a newly discovered secret threatens to destroy their marriage. When tragedy strikes, Ginny is forced to reach into her heart and decide, once and for all, what she really wants.


In this third book in the Nine Minutes trilogy, A Gift of Time takes readers from the busy tropical metropolis of South Florida into the serenity of the North Carolina Blue Ridge mountains as Ginny chases down the answers she needs.

Will she have the strength to confront the secrets of her past…and her heart?

An epic conclusion to an epic ride!

A Gift of Time was an amazing ending to an outstanding series. Beth Flynn continued to take readers on an epic, beautifully written ride. All of the questions fans of the series have been asking were answered. No secret was left untold.

I’m not going to say much else because I don’t want to ruin the conclusion of the story for anyone, but I will say that I don’t think Ginny, Grizz and Grunt’s story could have ended more perfectly. I absolutely loved the way everything turned out. I’m sad the story has come to an end, but I’m really looking forward to seeing what Beth Flynn comes up with next!

If you haven’t read the Nine Minutes Trilogy, I would highly recommend it. It is the best thriller and biker romance I’ve read. If you’re interested in reading it, as of now Nine Minutes is $1.99 on Kindle for a limited time.

WWW Wednesday: July 20, 216

Welcome to WWW Wednesday! This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at Should be Reading but is now hosted by Sam @ Taking on a World of Words.

The Three W’s are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

So here we go…

Currently reading:

I am SO EXCITED to finally be able to say that I’m reading the third and final book in the Nine Minutes series, A Gift of Time!!! Review to come shortly!

Recently finished:

This was another fun week of contemporaries. 🙂

No Falling Allowed (No Kissing Allowed, #2)
Six Month Rule (The Kingston Ale House, #2)
Where the Road Takes Me (The Road, #1)
Mettle (Spartan Riders, #2)

Reading Next:

I didn’t get to this one last week like I said I was going to, but hopefully this week!

Review: The Loose Ends List by Carrie Firestone

The Loose Ends List
Carrie Firestone
Publication Date: June 7, 2016
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary Fiction
Note: I received an ARC of this book from the NOVL Magazine giveaway in exchange for an unbiased review.


Seventeen-year-old Maddie O’Neill Levine lives a charmed life, and is primed to spend the perfect pre-college summer with her best friends and young-at-heart socialite grandmother (also Maddie’s closest confidante), tying up high school loose ends. Maddie’s plans change the instant Gram announces that she is terminally ill and has booked the family on a secret “death with dignity” cruise ship so that she can leave the world in her own unconventional way – and give the O’Neill clan an unforgettable summer of dreams-come-true in the process.

Soon, Maddie is on the trip of a lifetime with her over-the-top family. As they travel the globe, Maddie bonds with other passengers and falls for Enzo, who is processing his own grief. But despite the laughter, headiness of first love, and excitement of glamorous destinations, Maddie knows she is on the brink of losing Gram. She struggles to find the strength to say good-bye in a whirlwind summer shaped by love, loss, and the power of forgiveness.

  ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

The Loose Ends List is one of those books that I have a hard time deciding how I feel about. For the most part, it was a fun book to read. It drew me in quickly with Maddie’s sassy point of view. It kept my interest throughout the entire story, but were just some things that bugged me.

I’ll start with what I liked. Carrie Firestone’s writing was really good. Her plot was fresh and compelling. I can honestly say death with dignity cruises would never ever have been something I would have thought about had I not read this book.

The cast of characters was wonderful. Maddie was the perfect spoiled little rich girl. Her world revolved around her friends and boyfriend. She was devastated by the news that her favorite grandmother was ill and had a hard time dealing with it. I could completely understand her fear of death. I’ve always been scared of it myself. Not to the extent Maddie was, but I do avoid thinking about it.

The rest of the family was hilarious. They all brought something special to the story. I especially loved Maddie’s Gram. The way she brought her family together to celebrate her life was really touching. I loved that they got a chance to truly get to know Gram and her story.

My favorite character, though, was Paige. She was a young mother on the cruise, and I found her part of the story to be completely heartbreaking. I found myself wanting to know more about her. I wasn’t pleased with where this story left her. I needed more.

What I loved most about The Loose Ends List was the ending. Those last few chapters were perfect. I wish the entire book would have held the same tone. It was pretty cool.

As for the things I didn’t like…The way Maddie and her cousin Janie spoke and thought about the people on the cruise ship. It made sick the way they judged them before getting to know them. I know that young people, teenagers especially, probably see the sick and disabled with less empathy than most adults. Maybe it’s maturity, maybe it’s coming to understand that one is not invincible that changes views. I don’t know. It just rubbed me the wrong way. I know it was a learning experience for Maddie and Janie (and probably some readers), but it made me uncomfortable.

Another thing that bothered me were some of the things Maddie’s relatives said to her. I couldn’t believe her mom was telling her that she needed to wear Spanx. She’s 18 and a size 8! There couldn’t have been anything wrong with her body! Plus, that is bound to scar any teenage girl. And then there were all these comments about Maddie’s sometimes IBS. I just didn’t think that was something to joke about.

Finally, I thought it was strange the way Maddie’s parents and relatives were so supportive of her sleeping arrangements with Enzo. I get that he was a great guy, but they let them get away with stuff I would never let me daughter get away with. And I like to think of myself as pretty understanding.

The Loose Ends List was an enjoyable book to read, even if I didn’t love everything about it. I loved the writing and I’m looking forward to seeing what Carrie Firestone will write next.


A Gift of Time is NOW Available!!!

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A GIFT OF TIME  is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED conclusion to the NINE MINUTES trilogy where Grizz, Kit & Grunt’s gritty tale continues!  You aren’t going to want to miss this!


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Book 3 of 3 in the Nine Minutes Trilogy.

A Gift of Time is the third installment in the Nine Minutes Trilogy. It is not intended to be a stand-alone novel, but could be read as one. Still, I highly recommend that you read my first two novels, Nine Minutes and Out of Time, to be able to understand the background stories of the main characters. There are many twists and turns in both books that can best be connected if read consecutively.

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Are some secrets meant to stay buried?

Three months have passed since Jason “Grizz” Talbot was put to death by lethal injection for crimes he committed. His former wife, Ginny, whom he had abducted from a convenience store when she was a teenager and became the love obsession of his life, has spent more than the last decade trying to carve out a life of normalcy in the bustling suburbs of Fort Lauderdale—including a thriving and happy marriage to Tommy “Grunt” Dillon, a former member of Grizz’s gang.

Tired of the secrets and the lies, Ginny and Tommy thought the final piece of their past could be left behind forever with Grizz’s execution. However, the past comes crashing around Ginny and Tommy when a newly discovered secret threatens to destroy their marriage.

When tragedy strikes, Ginny is forced to reach into her heart and decide, once and for all, what she really wants.

In this third book in the Nine Minutes trilogy, A Gift of Time takes readers from the busy tropical metropolis of South Florida into the serenity of the North Carolina Blue Ridge mountains as Ginny chases down the answers she needs.

Will she have the strength to confront the secrets of her past…and her heart?

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About the Author:

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Beth Flynn is a fiction writer who lives and works in Sapphire, North Carolina, deep within the southern Blue Ridge Mountains. Raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Beth and her husband, Jim, have spent the last 18 years in Sapphire, where they own a construction company. They have been married 32 years and have two daughters and two dogs. In her spare time, Beth enjoys writing, reading, gardening, church and motorcycles, especially taking rides on the back of her husband’s Harley. She is a five-year breast cancer survivor.

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Top Ten Tuesday: Ten Books Set Outside The U.S.

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature created by The Broke and the Bookish. This week’s theme is Ten Books Set Outside The U.S.. I live in the U.S. and I have to admit the majority of the books I’ve read have been set there. Here are some of my favorites that weren’t.

Also, I once did a tag called Around the World in YA. Some of these books are on that list, but I tried to come up with new ones. I thought I would link to the tag in case you were interested in finding more books not set in the U.S.

Around the World in YA Tag

1. Britain


The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

2. France


The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

3. Nigeria

Little Bee by Chris Cleave

4. Canada

Smut by Karina Halle

5. Malaya

The Ghost Bride by Yangsze Choo

6. Australia

The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty

7. Ireland

The Player and the Pixie by L.H. Cosway & Penny Reid

8. Netherlands

Bonita Avenue by Peter Buwalda

9. Sweden

The Girl Who Played with Fire by Stieg Larsson

10. Italy

Angels & Demons by Dan Brown

Were any of these books on your TTT today?

Release Blitz: Hands On by Cathryn Fox

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Hands On

by Cathryn Fox
Hands On #1
Publication Date: July 18, 2016
Genres: Adult, Serial, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance

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Synopsis: Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.

When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.
I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.

I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….

This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.


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HANDS ON EXCERPT (Courtesy of Entangled Publishing)

Chapter One

Danielle Lang planted her elbows on the café table and pressed her forehead into her palms. “How could I have gotten myself into such a mess?”

“Because you need the money,” her best friend Violet supplied as she sipped a mocha latte and eyed the cute guy making his way to the barista. “There are worse ways to pay the bills, you know, and if you ask me this is a pretty sweet gig.”

“Sweet gig?” Danielle dropped her hands, the loud bang on the table gaining the attention of the women sitting two rows over. She leaned forward to avoid unwanted listeners and lowered her voice. “Violet, this is serious.”

Violet’s gaze jerked back to Danielle’s, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. “I know it is, but come on.” She gave an easy shrug. “You’re a psychologist, fresh out of graduate school. Really, how hard can it be to teach sex therapy to a bunch of incoming freshmen?”


“That’s what she said.”

Violet grinned over her cup, and Danielle laughed, despite the misery weighing her down. She loved her friend, she really did, but Violet didn’t understand the severity of the situation. When it came to sex, Violet would graduate cum laude, and Danielle, well, she could be found at the bottom of the class.

With one elbow planted on the table, Violet flipped her palm face up. “Look, you get in, offer some by-the-book therapy, and get out. Then you get a nice, fat paycheck for your time so you can pay down your debt and open your own family counseling practice like you want to. I’m not really seeing the problem here.”

Danielle sank back in her chair and twisted a long strand of hair around her finger, a common habit when she was nervous. “I know that’s the plan, and I have book knowledge on sex therapy, but how can I honestly teach anyone about the emotions behind sex, the hang-ups, the fetishes when I don’t understand them myself?”

Violet wagged dark brows over deep green eyes. “Ooh, fetishes. My favorite subject.”

Danielle crinkled her nose and pushed up her glasses. “I just don’t get it. Some of the fetishes I’ve read about seem strange, maybe even a bit deviant.”

“That’s because you haven’t tried anything.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Decision made, she flattened her hands on the table. “Which is why I need to back out of this job before I get kicked out. There is no way I can teach a group of students about intimacy and the need for desirability in humans if I’ve never had any hands-on experience.” Violet stared at her from across the tiny table, obviously still not seeing the problem. Danielle sighed and tried again. “Remember that dysfunctional family I lived with? The religious ones I told you about?”

Violet sipped her drink. “Yeah.”

“Well, they went to their priest for marriage counseling. I kept thinking, what does a priest know about marriage, and how can he possibly give advice if he’s never been married?”

“That’s it!” The cup her friend was holding came down so hard it clattered on the saucer and splattered coffee over the rim.

Danielle’s head jerked back with a start. “What’s it?”

“You’ll just have to get the hands-on experience you need.” Violet sat up straighter in her seat, her eyes narrowing shrewdly, her finger tapping the tabletop as she looked at the patrons in the café.

Shit. Danielle knew that look. Violet was on a mission, and once she went into fix-it mode, there was no stopping her. She leaned forward and rapped her knuckles on the table to get her attention. “If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, forget it.”

“It’s the perfect solution. Two weeks of hands-on training to give you the experience you need before the summer semester starts.” She pointed to the guy she’d been admiring earlier. “What about him?”

Oh, hell no!

Danielle grabbed her friend’s hand and pushed it down. “I am not going to walk up to some random guy and ask him to have sex with me,” she whispered between clenched teeth.

“Okay, then, how about a not-so-random guy?”

She groaned. “Stop. Just…stop, okay? This isn’t going to happen.”

“Of course it is. It’s just a matter of with whom.”

The bell over the café door jingled. To keep from reaching across the table and choking her dear friend, Danielle picked up her drink, took a sip, and glanced toward the door. Ohmigod. Was that Jack Rider?


Her blood flowed thick and heavy as the hottest guy from her high school stepped through the portal. Like a dim-witted moth drawn to a lightbulb, she let her gaze rake over him as he strolled inside the café. She’d had a thing for him back in the day, but the star quarterback had been way out of her league in high school, and from the looks of him now, that much hadn’t changed.

She’d heard about the ligament injuries that had sidelined him recently, but outside of catching a game or two on TV, and that one Christmas she’d briefly spotted him buying cold medicine at the nearby drugstore, she hadn’t seen him in person since he left Florida and went to college on a football scholarship.

She gave him a once over. Twice. He was hotter than ever, which was really saying something. Despite his bum leg, he moved with surprising grace for a guy of his size, and while she tried not to stare, for the life of her she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away. She swallowed against a suddenly dry throat and took another gulp of her drink, her body warming in the way it always had when he was in the vicinity. In all her years, no guy had ever affected her the way he did.

“Is that—” Violet began, and then stopped, her head bobbing back and forth between Danielle and Jack when Jack flashed a smile their way. “Ohmigod.”

“Ohmigod what?” Danielle asked, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt.

“That is Jack Rider from the Seattle Kings, and you’re hot for him.”

“No…yes…I mean…”

“Well, holy shit. My little asexual friend is finally all worked up.” She waved her finger up and down. “Look at you, all flushed and out of breath.” Violet’s gaze dropped to Danielle’s chest. “And I just bet your nipples are hard.”

Danielle set her cup down and crossed her arms over her T-shirt, hoping to hide her arousal. “I am not asexual. I’ve just been busy. And I’m not all worked up.” With a quick nod, she gestured to the fans overhead. “It’s just the air conditioner.”


Violet leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ask him.”

“Ask him what?”

“To teach you all about sex.” She gave Danielle a look that suggested she was dense. “Isn’t that what we’ve been talking about?”

“It’s what you’ve been talking about, and you’re out of your mind.” She pitched her voice low. “That’s Jack Rider. The Jack Rider.”

“I don’t care if he’s Zac-frigging-Efron. He’s a well-known player, and just the guy to help you”—she waggled her brows—“bone up on sex. Give you the hands-on experience you’re looking for.” Violet turned and blatantly stared at Jack. “Jesus, look at those hands. You know what they say, the bigger the hands, the bigger the—”

Danielle held her palms up to cut her friend off. “I know. I know. And there’s no proof of that.”

Violet did that weird head-bobbing thing she always did when she was really getting into a plan. “Wanna bet?”


“Then find out yourself. I dare you.”

Ooh, how tempting.

“Violet,” she warned. Cripes, her friend had to be out of her mind. She wasn’t about to ask Jack to have sex with her. She wasn’t about to ask anyone, for that matter. She’d spent her whole life doing for herself, and asking anyone for anything was just a set up for disappointment. So she wasn’t about to start now and go down a path that led to regret.

“Look, you said you didn’t want to ask a random stranger to get you up to speed on the nasty, and he’s not. You already know each other. You went to high school together. Plus, he smiled at you, Danielle.”

“He was probably just trying to clean something from his teeth. No way would he remember me. I was a freshman. He was a senior. We didn’t even travel in the same circles.” Although, there were those few times he offered to drive her home when it was raining, and the afternoon he helped her pick her books up when some stupid jock friend of his knocked them out of her hands and took off laughing. Rumor had it Jack punched the guy in the face later that day—but then, a lot of rumors went around her school.

Violet pursed her lips. “Looks to me like he remembers you.”


“Doesn’t matter. Go for it anyway. Invite him home…” Her words fell off as she extended her arms forward and with quick thrusts, jerked them back and forth. “And break in that vag-vag.”

“Jesus.” Danielle lowered her head and muttered, “I am so not about to do that. And besides, who says he’d go home with me? I read the paper. I’ve seen the hot women he’s been with.”

“Which means he has what it takes to give you the experience you need.” Violet snapped her fingers. “Right clothes, right shoes, right bra. You’ll be a walking wet dream in no time at all. Not that you’re not now, but we just need to put a couple of things out there.”

Those “couple of things” had better not be what I think they are.

Violet grabbed her own breasts and jiggled them.

Well, hell.

“These look good, right?”

Her glance wasn’t the only one to fall to Violet’s creamy white cleavage as she squeezed her breasts. “They look amazing.”

“Victoria’s Secret Bombshell bra. It adds two sizes.” She dropped her hands. “It’s all about the illusion. Just say the word, and I’ll take you shopping.”

Danielle chuckled. “When it comes off, do the guys feel cheated? Is it a deal breaker?”

Violet cupped one palm. “By then I usually have a fist full of balls, so I’m pretty sure no one would dare complain.”

Danielle laughed out loud. “You are so bad.”

“No fun in being good.”

“Speaking of feeling cheated.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “If I asked a guy for sex, which I’m not about to, don’t you think he’d be disappointed, me being an inexperienced virgin and all? I mean, how could I possibly make it good for him?”

Violet blinked, did that weird head-bobbing thing again, then blinked some more. “Girlfriend, you have so much to learn. Guys dig that. Believe me, as soon as he realizes you’re chaste…” She paused to snap her fingers. “He’s going to be all over you like gravy on a biscuit.”

Danielle’s gaze moved to Jack and a fine shiver scuttled through her. Sound calm, Danielle, sound calm. “You think?” Her voice came out a little higher than normal. Dammit. Way to give myself away.

Violet grinned. “I know.” She checked her phone then shoved it into her purse. “Well, I have to get back.” She linked her fingers together and cracked them. “I have a one o’clock hottie in need of a little Violet therapy.”

Danielle shook her head. “Maybe you should be the one teaching sex therapy.”

Violet hooked her purse over her shoulder. “Come on. You’re the strongest girl I know, and you’ve never let anything keep you from getting what you want. So, go out there and do what you need to do.” She tipped her head thoughtfully. “Maybe it would be easier if you thought of it as research. We all know how much you love your research. And, of course, if you did something for him in return…”

Danielle climbed to her feet and grabbed her purse. She had no intention of going through with Violet’s crazy plan, but had to admit that her friend had a point. Second to a warm plate of brownies, research was her happiest place. Choosing the project, seeking out the best resources, and then basking in the satisfaction of knowledge gained…yeah, she got off on that kind of thing. Would sex be as fulfilling? Would she…get off?

Jesus, what am I doing?

She shook her head to clear it and followed Violet to the door. As she exited, she could almost swear she felt Jack’s eyes on her. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder, and when her gaze collided with his, her knees nearly went out from underneath her. Those eyes. Rich, dark…a luxurious raw chocolate she could so easily lose herself in. Saliva pooled on her tongue. She spun back around quickly and hurried out the door. Why would he be staring at her like that?

He must think I’m someone else.

She gave Violet a quick hug good-bye and started toward her apartment. The warm sunshine beat down on her as she walked, and when she heard the bell over the café door jingle, she hurried her steps, not daring to look back. If she found Jack watching her again, she just might consider following through with Violet’s ludicrous plan.

A few quick steps took her to the corner, and to the familiar For Sale sign outside a quaint downtown house. She stopped and stared at it for a moment, like she always did when passing, visualizing the place as her new home and office. It was the perfect location to set up a practice.

If only I had the money.

Danielle kicked her feet out and hurried to her apartment. She stopped to check the mail, and her stomach twisted when she saw the pink paper inside the window of her power bill. She ripped into it and scanned the notice. Overdue.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I don’t have a choice. I have to make this job work.

Well, damned if Violet’s plan didn’t seem so foolish now. Insane? Maybe. Stupid? Not so much.

Ask him.

She’d worked so hard, done without so much to get her education, and now, with the bills piling up and her money reserves shrinking, it could all be for nothing.

Her forehead fell against the aged wood of her door as despair closed in around her. Tears burned the back of her eyelids, and for a brief moment, she wallowed in the misery that was her life. No money. No business. No family. No man. Thank God Violet couldn’t see her now.

With a tired laugh, Danielle pushed off the door and dug through her purse for her key. Yeah, all her friend needed was to see her now, at her lowest, to drive home the asinine idea she’d come up with.

“Sex therapist, indeed,” she muttered, stepping into her apartment and closing the door behind her. But, oh, the money would be so good.

She tossed the idea around then shook her head. Am I really considering this? Then again, was having her power shut off better than marching over to Jack’s place and begging for love lessons?

She wouldn’t do it.

Couldn’t do it.

At least, she didn’t think so.

But if she did, Jack Rider would be a prime candidate for the cause, and if she offered him something in return…


Cathryn Fox

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.

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