Friday 24 July 2020

ARC Review : Pieces of Us by NR Walker

Title: Pieces of Us
Author: NR Walker
Series: Missing Pieces, Book 3
Genre: MM Romance
This is the final installment in this series and is not a standalone. Reading further will contain spoilers.
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Blurb
Missing Pieces Series, Book Three
As Justin’s recovery moves forward, Dallas dares to hope their lives are settling into their new normal. His money worries have eased, business is picking up, and best of all, Justin now laughs more than he frowns.
Justin’s memory still eludes him, but with each snippet or flashback, small pieces of his old life start to slot into place. He remembers more of Dallas and how perfectly happy their lives used to be, and with each passing day, Justin realises he can have that again.
But when someone from Justin’s past turns up, he discovers that not all the missing pieces are good, and sadly, he and Dallas also learn just what it means to live with a traumatic brain injury.
If Dallas and Justin have to fight for their Happily Ever After, then Dallas will stop at nothing—nothing—to give Justin the life he always wanted.
“. . . as I tried to put the puzzle of myself back together, it was the pieces of us that made me whole.”


Excerpt 
I was up before Dallas, which was unusual, drinking my decaf coffee and staring out the kitchen window. He was normally awake before me, but a headache somewhere around five in the morning had me up searching for my pills. Headaches were nothing new; sometimes I’d catch myself thinking life was returning to normal, but then the constant pain inside my head reminded me otherwise.
I was so used to headaches now I barely registered them. That continuous ache was sometimes dull, sometimes sharp, but always there. Except for this morning when it woke me up.
I was never too cheerful in the morning, but today I was feeling particularly sorry for myself. Not even watching Dallas sleep improved my mood. If anything, it made me feel even shittier. He was so good to me. He was, without doubt, too good for me as well.
But for some stupid reason, he loved me. He loved me before the accident, and that didn’t change anything for him. If anything, he reckoned it made him realise he loved me more now. It had been a lesson in taking things for granted, he’d said. I could see it in his eyes just how much he loved me. Those hazel-grey eyes couldn’t hide a thing, and I found myself recognising his moods in them.
Losing myself in them.
Dallas had said that we fell in love hard and fast the first time, and it was much the same for me the second time. He was caring, attentive, thoughtful, funny . . . everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was also tall, strong, and handsome. How on earth I’d ever scored him once was a mystery to me. The fact he stuck around for a second time was just crazy.
But stuck around he had.
I hated to think where I’d be without him. If I’d decided not to go home with him when we’d left the hospital—not that I had anywhere else to go—well, they would have found me somewhere, apparently. But my heart said to go with him, and now I knew why.
Because my heart knew him.
My heart loved him.
And on days when I felt like shit—not just physically, but emotionally as well—I just felt . . . useless.
Like a kid who needed babysitting. Who couldn’t walk up or down stairs without supervision, who couldn’t even have a shower in the house by himself. And being at work was like my first day as a sixteen-year-old apprentice. I knew it was all for my safety or whatever, but that just pissed me off. I wasn’t a kid. I wasn’t incompetent. I knew how to do this stuff. And some days my brain was slow as hell; but some days my mind was fine and it was my body that betrayed me.
I hated being like this.
I hated being so dependent on other people. I hated that Dallas had to look after me like I was a toddler and how Sparra had to babysit me at work. I hated that I was aware of just how much I couldn’t do, of how much I used to do and now couldn’t.
We’d spent a few hours on Saturday at Jimmy and Nancy’s house, and I was so wiped out, it put my arse on the couch for all of Sunday. I napped on and off all damn day. I tried to do a few things around the flat with Dallas but was no good at anything.
He’d simply kissed me with a smile and told me to rest while he pottered about getting everything done while I parked up in front of the damn TV like a simpleton.
I couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d put up with it. How long would it take until he realised he could have any guy he wanted who didn’t have a brain injury? That didn’t have a fucked-up leg and who didn’t speak slow?
I heard the bedroom door open and didn’t even have to turn around. The sound of his feet got closer, then his huge warm hand slid up my back. “Hey,” he murmured. “I woke up alone.”
I sighed, now feeling even shittier than before. “Sorry. Headache woke me up and I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Oh, you feel okay?” he asked, concerned. “Want me to get your pills?”
I turned then and offered a small smile. “I already took one, thanks.”
He put his fingers to my chin and inspected my eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
I shrugged. “I feel . . .” I couldn’t find the right word. And it wasn’t aphasia. There were just too many words to choose from: awful, like shit, bad, low, worthless, horrible, useless . . . “Sad.”
Frowning, Dallas took my empty coffee cup from me, put it on the sink, and pulled me into his arms. Into those huge, strong, and warm arms, holding me against his chest where I was safe and protected and completely enclosed. I could feel my worries dissipate, and the tension left my shoulders as I melted into him.
It was such a relief and so comforting, I could have cried.
I was stupid to think for one second that I could live without him. Well, not that I thought I could, but I had wondered why he didn’t leave me. I wouldn’t survive this without him.
He rubbed my back and took deep, calming breaths which I somehow unknowingly mimicked, making myself feel a little better.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he replied. His voice rumbled smoothly in his chest against my ear. He never moved to let go of me or even pull away. “Did you feel sad for any reason? Or just because.”
“Just because.” I sighed since that felt like such an easy way out. I needed to talk about this. I owed him that. “I just feel . . . I hate being useless and I hate how my brain doesn’t work sometimes. I hate that you have to look after me, and I hate that I can’t do everything. I just woke up feeling pretty low today.”
He rubbed my back some more and kissed the side of my head. “I get that,” he said, still hugging me. “And you’re allowed to feel those things. I can tell you that you’re not useless, but I don’t want to make what you feel isn’t valid. Because if you feel it, then it’s real and we need to work on why you feel like that.” He pulled back then and cupped my face. “But baby, you’re the strongest guy I know. You’re determined and capable, and you’ve accomplished more in the last two months than you realise. I know you must be frustrated with everything, and I don’t blame you. But if you could just see how far you’ve come.”
I frowned, because I certainly didn’t feel like that.
“You’re allowed to feel useless and frustrated. And angry and sad,” Dallas added. “Thank you for telling me.”
I sighed again, sagging against the kitchen counter. “I would be so lost without you,” I mumbled.
He kissed my forehead and pressed me up against the cupboard and wrapped his strong arms around me again, squishing my face into his chest. “I’d be lost without you too,” he replied. But then one arm was gone from around me as he reached over to the kettle and flicked it on. “I’d be lost without coffee too.”
That made me smile, despite my mood. “You drink decaf now.” Another change he’d made for me.
“Just because it’s a bit different now doesn’t mean I still don’t need it,” he replied. I was certain that was aimed at me and not all about coffee. Because I was a bit different now and he still needed me . . .
Then he shuffled me over so he could keep one arm around me while he reached for the cups. “You can let go of me,” I suggested.
“Nope. I can do both. I can make two coffees and give good hugs.”
I managed a chuckle. How had he managed to make me laugh? “Yes, you can.”
He turned his head. “Uh. The milk’s in the fridge. Black coffee it is.”
I pushed him away with a laugh. “Get the milk.”
He quickly grabbed the milk and came straight back to his spot, which was pressed tight against me, pushing me against the cupboard with one arm around me. I gladly hugged him back, using the magic of his hugs to fix me for as long as I could.
“Coffees are done.” He sipped his. “Now, shall I try for toast?”
I chuckled again. “Depends where the bread is.”
He leaned and stretched. “Got it.”
But the margarine was in the fridge so he had to let go of me, which gave me a chance to sip my fresh coffee. He made breakfast and we shared triangles of Vegemite toast, and by the time we’d showered and dressed for work, I was feeling better.
I should have stayed in bed and hugged him there rather than getting up and wallowing by myself. Dallas knew how to fix me, and I was stupid to pretend otherwise.
He stopped me at the door. “You sure you’re feeling up to work today?” Dallas asked. “How’s your headache?”
“It’s okay. And yeah, I need to work today.”
He grinned. “Good. Because I need you to work today. You’re part of the team, Juss, and I need all hands on deck this morning.”
And there he went, telling me how not useless I was without even trying. I was part of the team. He needed me. No matter how small a job I did, he needed me to do it. I gave him a nod and even managed a smile. “Okay.”
With that beautiful smile, he led the way downstairs. He had me open the front roller door and unlock the front gates; then he wanted me to check the stock levels and see if anything else needed to be reordered.
I knew what he was doing.
He was making me not useless.
Sneaky bastard.
By the time Davo and Sparra arrived, I was actually feeling pretty good about myself. They were both keen to use the new coffee machine, so that gave us some time to talk about our weekends until we were interrupted by our first clients of the day.
Sparra and I went to work on an old Yamaha while Davo serviced an ATV, and Dallas did some time in his office until another client dropped off a KTM. “Hey, Juss, I need you with me for this,” he said.
It was gonna be a pretty big job. The rider had stacked it on the trails, and there was damage to the front forks, suspension, steering shaft, handlebars, and the front tyre would need replacing. The rider, the teen nephew of the owner, was okay, thankfully. But they’d learned an expensive lesson about going downhill on a loose surface using front brakes. Such a rookie mistake on an awesome bike.
And for a few hours, Dallas had me doing everything I could physically do. He let me take lead and he helped me when I needed it. He was proving a point—that I wasn’t useless—and when we’d taken the front brake hose line clamp off and we were on opposite sides of the bike, I watched as he ratcheted a bolt undone, concentration and sweat on his brow. He caught me smiling at him. “What?” he asked quietly.
“I love you,” I replied. I hadn’t meant to say those words, not in the workshop, not so blasé. Davo and Sparra hadn’t heard a thing, not that I cared. But holy shit, this man . . .
His smile became a grin, the ratchet in his hand forgotten. He seemed a little lost for words.
“I know what you’re doing,” I added. “Giving me jobs I can do, making me feel not useless.”
He chuckled and put the tool down. “Just proving a point. Did it work?”
“Maybe.”
“It totally worked.”
I laughed but met his eyes. “You do these little things for me, to help me, without having to say a thing. Everything you do for me, you do because you love me, and it’s like the saying ‘actions speak louder than words.’ I never really knew what that meant. But now I do.”
His eyes softened. “Juss . . .”
“It’s an amazing feeling knowing you’re loved, so I wanted you to know too. I’ve said it before, but I wanted to say it again. I need you to know, Dall.”
He walked around my side of the bike, took my face in his hands, and kissed me. It was all soft lips and scruffy beard and far too brief. He pulled back and put his forehead to mine. “I know you love me, Juss. But you can tell me as many times as you want.”
“I love you,” I whispered this time, and he closed his eyes and smiled as though he could just bathe in those words.



N.R. Walker Bio
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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 Pieces of Us (Missing Pieces, #3)Pieces of Us by N.R. Walker
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Oh, the blessing to be Justin in the hand of Dallas. Not everybody with Traumatic Brain Injury got a treatment as sweet and patient as Dallas treated Justin.
Justin knew that, and he cherished every moment. All the second chances of every firsts, with the man he fell in love again for the second time, with Dallas by his side, I think Justin would be just fine in twenty or thirty years. No one will love him like Dallas love him, not even that someone from his past who demanded him what he have now.
When five years ago Justin met Dallas, it was like everything put into places, everything he should have.
I loved this last installment of this Missing Pieces series about Justin and Dallas.
I have no words to described how Dallas took care and loving Justin when he needed the most, and Davo and Sparra, the two mechanics who work with them, the understanding taht Justin needed to be slowing down and started all over again.
I adore Dallas, mostly. And I loved how easily Justin falling all over again for Dallas and be grateful that Dallas was the one who stay beside him that day.
Missing Pieces is a heartwarming story about second chance and what true family is.
Nic Walker wrote a beautiful love story about two ordinary gay guy who found family in each other's arms. Dreamy. Beautiful.
Read this series and be ready to fall in love!

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Tuesday 21 July 2020

Blog Tour Back To You by Kiska Gray

 


Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Back to You by Kiska Gray

 

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I’m in love with Dane Fisher.

Not only is he my best friend, but he's the one to pick up the broken pieces when my life falls apart. We're partners-in-crime. He's the peanut butter to my jelly, and I've loved him for as long as I can remember.

But he can never find out. It would kill me to lose him.

And then I lose him anyway.

Yet, the universe has a way of bringing us together again—and this time, I’m not giving up on us.

It will always come back to him...

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“Thanks for tonight,” I said, turning to him. “It was really—”
Like a heat-seeking missile, Dane’s lips crushed against mine. I groaned. His hand found the back of my neck. Mine were already fisted in his leather jacket. Dragging him closer, I inhaled the spicy mint aroma on Dane’s breath, then parted my lips to welcome him in. We weren’t clueless kids anymore.
That much was obvious by the way his mouth plundered mine.
Yes, yes, yes.
I forgot how to breathe. I forgot everything but the warm, familiar taste of Dane as we shared the same space, one soul with two heartbeats. The world kept turning, but we were frozen in this moment. Wrapped up in each other. Desperate to make up for lost time.
When we finally broke apart, our chests were heaving. My heart was doing the tango, and I could see his pulse beating rapidly in his throat. His eyes sparked with heat. It did all sorts of things to my nether regions. I really wanted to climb on top of him, grind myself against him, and kiss him until my lips were bruised and we were both sweaty and spent.
Instead, I settled on a rather chaste peck on the lips. His eyes widened. He knew I was teasing him, so I smirked and walked my fingers up his chest.
“Good things come to those who wait. Call me,” I said before letting myself out. Dane honked the horn.
I exhaled a laugh and flipped him the bird.
I’d only been inside long enough to shuck my coat and boots and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, when my phone went off. I knew it was Dane before I ever pulled it out of my pocket. 
“What? Miss me already?”
“Come out to lunch with me tomorrow,” he said, still sounding a little breathless. “I’ll bring my Switch and we can table-top Smash Ultimate. What do you say?”
My face hurt from grinning so big. “I dunno…”
“Say yes.”
Pull my leg, why dont you?
“Yes,” I agreed. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” 


Blog Tour The One Night Plan by Riley Long

 

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
The One Night Plan by Riley Long

 

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 Crushing Series, Book 3


Lucas landed his dream job working public relations for bands in LA, and to kick off his new life, he allows himself a scorching one night stand with a sexy stranger. The only problem? The stranger turns out to be his most famous client. Working this closely together will be hard, but it turns out keeping their hands off of each other is harder. Can Lucas resist his rockstar's charisma and stick to the one night plan? If he can't, can he convince the rockstar of a new plan: love?

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Lucas nodded and stood, ready to follow Nick just about anywhere. The guy was hot, with his husky voice and his muscular arms, and his confidence was magnetic, drawing Lucas in. The way he’d touched Lucas’s thigh made his whole body scream out for more. Lucas didn’t see any red flags or hear any warning bells. He’d had a handful of hookups with varying degrees of satisfaction, though usually not with strangers. Something about this guy felt right. And just like moving to LA, just like taking off to find the bar, when something felt right, Lucas felt compelled to go with it.

Outside of the bar, Nick led the way, guiding Lucas several blocks farther into the city. They soon arrived at a hotel that was … well, not what Lucas had expected. He’d figured Nick would guide him to a cheap, anonymous motel with questionable cleanliness. That’s what usually happened with his one-night stands, right? Instead, they’d arrived at a shiny new building, several stories high, the front modern glass and metal, everything very angular. Lucas raised his eyebrows, mentally reassessing the situation. Who are you, Nick, to take a stranger to such a nice hotel for a hook-up?

Nick didn’t hesitate when they entered the brightly lit lobby. He led Lucas over to the elevator and hit the button firmly. The moment they were inside, Nick was on Lucas, placing his strong hands on either side of Lucas’s face. He pressed their bodies together and then their mouths. He had Lucas pinned against the wall, and Lucas’s heart pounded, his dick getting harder with every passing second. Nick’s hands gripped him firmly, rough fingers stroking his jawline as his hot mouth captured Lucas’s, tasting of gin.

They kissed frantically, Lucas tugging at Nick’s clothes, already desperate for the feel of skin, which he was rewarded with briefly before the elevator dinged softly and the doors slid open. Nick pulled away, cleared his throat, and adjusted his shirt, standing straighter in an effort to look composed. Lucas couldn’t help but grin. Luckily, there was nobody waiting to board.

Nick grabbed Lucas’s hand. “This way.” The hall branched in several directions and Nick put a hand on Lucas’s lower back. The touch sent sparks up Lucas’s spine as Nick guided Lucas to a room a few doors down.

The beep of the door lock sent a twist through Lucas’s stomach and he licked his lips to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. I’m really doing this—hooking up with a sexy stranger my first night in LA. He fought to suppress a bubble of laughter. What a cliché.

But really, Nick was sexy. As they entered the room, the dimly lit lamp in the corner illuminated Nick’s strong, square jaw and the high cheekbones that made him look like a model. Broad shoulders stretched his t-shirt to its limits. Lucas could hardly wait to be wrapped in Nick’s muscular arms.




Check Out books 1 & 2 in the Crushing Series:

 



Change of Plans
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The Undercover Plan
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Riley Long is a wife and mother living a quiet life in Virginia, with her husband, son, and one goofy pit bull. She passes her evenings writing, reading, and watching bad television (or not so bad television). For fun, Riley participates in NaNoWriMo, GISH, and reads with her book club, the BAMFs. She likes things with silly acronyms. The craziest thing Riley has ever done involves whipped cream and hugs. Riley writes sweet and sexy romance, with a special place in her heart for hipsters and musicians.



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The One Night PlanThe One Night Plan by Riley Long
My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Interesting rock stars story with his agent which he met nine months ago, for one night stand.
No explanation whatsoever, the story was just jumped to the next nine months.
Nothing really special about their relationship, except for the lust every time they met.
But it was quite enjoyable and fun. Light and steamy :)

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People like Us by Ruby Moone Release Bliitz (with reviews)

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:

People Like Us by Ruby Moone

 

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Winsford Green Stories, Book 2

 

Arthur Fitch clawed his way out of the violence and poverty of the slums of London to become a valet to the aristocracy. His ambition to secure a higher position led him to a disastrous appointment with a cold, brutal man, and when things come to a head, Arthur is forced to flee into a snowstorm to find safety.

Joseph Wilkinson is the Winsford Green blacksmith. He has a good life, good friends, owns a thriving business, but at the end of the day when he goes home, loneliness consumes him. When he stumbles upon a small man determinedly trudging through the snowstorm, he invites him into his home to shelter.

Arthur Fitch is older, smart-mouthed, and as prickly as hell. But, as Joe peels back the layers, he discovers a warm, funny, vulnerable man whose tastes in the bedchamber leave Joe gasping and desperate for more. Trouble is, having found the real Arthur Fitch, how can he convince him that life in a small town can be infinitely better than working for an Earl? That love really is possible for people like them? Particularly when Arthur’s past catches up with him in horrifying fashion.

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Arthur Fitch drifted into awareness slowly. He was warm. Deliciously warm. He rubbed his face against the pillow, sighed, and the warm body behind him shifted with him. He smiled and hummed happily as he eased his way up through the layers of sleep. When he moved, he groaned. Every part of him seemed to ache. Including his head. He stretched out his legs and the body behind him moved again.
Arthur froze. Body? Body behind him? Body in bed with him...?
His eyes shot open, blinking rapidly. Where in God’s name was he? It was a completely unfamiliar room, unfamiliar bed, and … and … he swallowed and turned his head to the side. A completely unfamiliar man. Who, at that moment, opened outrageously blue eyes and looked at him.
Arthur let out a wild yell and leaped from the bed.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded as he stumbled to his feet. His legs were like water. He grabbed his swimming head with one hand and clutched at the bed post with another as he almost overbalanced.
His blue-eyed bed companion sat up. Dear… sweet …. God. He was magnificent. Huge, muscled shoulders. Pronounced collar bones peeping through the open neck of his night shirt. Shaggy hair the colour of autumn, and an untamed beard.
And he was young.
The man threw back the covers and stood on the opposite side of the bed. “Don’t you remember?” His voice was deep, husky rumble.
“Remember what?” His own voice had become a shriek. “What did you do to me?”
The man took a step back, wariness edging into his blue gaze. Christ, they were so blue.
“I didn’t do anything. I rescued you from the snow.”
Arthur looked around with his mouth open. He was used to being surrounded by the finest things money could buy. Working with the most respected and envied men of the upper ten thousand. Why the hell was he in some poky, rustic, shabby … Did that man have an erection? He stared at the man’s groin. There was definitely some stirring visible. He looked at him and raised a quelling brow. The man flushed, put a hand over himself, and glared at him. Dark brows pulling down.
“You walked from the Abbey in the snow. I brought you in and warmed you up. That’s all. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“My good man, I …” Arthur began, at his most haughty, then hesitated. Memories crowded in. Snow. Cold. More snow and so cold he thought he might die. He held onto his head as it all came flooding back. The giant had indeed saved him from the snow and probably saved his life.
He cleared his throat.

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Check out Book 1 in the Winsford Green Stories:

Dances Long Forgotten

 

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On Christmas Eve, Dylan, the man of James Pell-Charnley’s dreams, is on the point of walking out. Then they hear the faint strains of a waltz in the library of the empty abbey. The music is said to be heard only by those truly in love, and it gives James the courage to tell Dylan the story. 

In December 1841, Lord Hugo Pell-Charnley is in a terrible mess. The youngest son of the late Marquis, youngest brother of the incumbent, never felt to fit. When his life comes crashing down, and his life and his family are threatened, he is forced to face his elder brother and confess his deepest secret. When he arrives at Winsford Abbey he finds he must also confront the shame from his past in the form of Lyndon Cross. The boy he’d loved but betrayed in school. 

As they clear the ghosts from the past, they dance in each other’s arms in the library to the soft strains of the waltz, but long buried secrets threaten to destroy their happiness. 

Two hundred years later, can those dances long forgotten give James and Dylan the courage to hold on to love?

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About the Author:

My name is Ruby Moone and I love books. All kinds of books. My weakness is for romance, and that can be any kind, but I am particularly fond of historical and paranormal. I decided to write gay romance after reading some fantastic books and falling in love with the genre, so am really thrilled to have my work published here. The day job takes up a lot of my time, but every other spare moment finds me writing or reading. I live in the north west of England with my husband who thinks that I live in two worlds. The real world and in the world in my head...he probably has a point!



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People Like Us (Winsford Green #2)People Like Us by Ruby Moone
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I missed the feeling of historical romance that written well, just like we're there at the moment.
People Like Us has the vibes.
I really enjoyed Joe and Arthur's chemistry. With a little feeling like I wanted to yell at Arthur's stubbornness and understanding his dilemma, this one gave me that comfort feeling back when I read mf historical.
I loved, loved, loved Joe with his patients for Arthur.
His kindness was undeniably his most charm.
This is my first book of this series, and now I'm currently read the first book about the first couple.
Recommended if you missed historical!

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Dances Long Forgotten is a heartwarming feel good historical romance. It started with a couple James and Dylan on 2014, who heard the music from the past.
This is my second book of this series, so I knew that Hugo and Lyndon already together and happy. Not complaining for the spoiler :)
This is a heartwarming romance, with a little shocking surprise at the end of the story (a good one, a happy one). I loved Hugo's relationship with his family, especially with Simon.
It's also a second chance between Lyndon and Hugo, after years of separation (they were boys), and although the reunited not as smooth as they wanted, it was all worth it.
The dance in the library was sexy and it becomes a tradition in the family, that who heard the music, they will fall in love with the man of their dreams.
So sweet. And dreamy.
Really enjoyed this series, and cannot wait for the next installment. I hope.

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