Release Tour ARC Review – The Second We Met by Maya Hughes

 

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Happiest Book Birthday to THE SECOND WE MET by Maya Hughes, a fun and heart-melting enemies to lovers romance. I absolutely love this series and so excited for you to read Nix and Elle’s story.

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Series: Fulton U #2

Published: October 17, 2019

Genre(s): Contemporary, Romance

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Format: Kindle Edition, 328 pages

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Dear Jerk Across the Street, sorry for accidentally walking in on you and catching an eyeful of your—equipment. And hard pass on the open invitation to join you in the shower “anytime”, A-hole.

That’s the note I should’ve written. Instead I sent a pleasant and apologetic version.

Had I known Phoenix “Nix” Russo would’ve been the neighbor from hell, I’d have told him right where he could shove my words.

Nix is the big man on campus with everyone lined up at his games to make sure he knows it. Sure, he’s got piercing blue eyes, abs that don’t quit and a smile that could set fire to a set of panties from a hundred yards away, but he’s also the biggest pain in my ass.

Dear Pink-Haired Menace, learn how to take a joke and stop being such a kill-joy…

Elle Masterson called the cops on one of my parties—again. My sweet talking usually gets me out of trouble, but this time it got me into a nice pair of silver handcuffs. Now I’m on a reputation rehab tour with a stop at a spring break community service project.

Guess who’s my new boss?

Now we’re shoulder to shoulder, sweaty, tired and…she’s not anything like I expected. There might just be a heart under that hardass exterior. She’s invading my dreams and I can’t shake the feeling she’s the key to unlocking a piece of me that I’ve hidden away.

It’s only a matter of time until she finds out why I’m really here.

Maybe I can break through her walls and into her heart before that happens…one screw at a time.

**The Second We Met is a standalone new adult romance**

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READ CHAPTER ONE HERE: https://www.mayahughes.com/blog
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A must read heart-melting enemies to lovers story!
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I absolutely LOVE this story, this series, the charming Fulton U boys, and their fantastic leading ladies! Maya Hughes writes some of the best sports romance stories and I honestly cannot get enough. She stole my heart in Shameless King (The Kings of Rittenhouse #1) and ever since then, I’ve been utterly smitten with her writing and books. The Second We Met is no exception and I loved every single moment I spent with Elle, Nix, and pretty much everyone in this adorable, heartfelt, and fun romance novel.

I have a weakness for steamy, tension-filled, swoony, and touching romances that will give me all the feels I crave and more. This enemies to lovers story has all that and made my heart race, ache, melt, and swell with so much warmth and happiness. Maya’s stories are just so darn good and if you haven’t read any of them, then you need to pick one up right now! They’re always fun, addictive, entertaining, and filled with so many wonderful moments and emotions.

I adore Elle and Nix from the second they met and rooted for them the entire time. Elle is the kind of heroine I love. She’s caring, supportive, sassy, determined, and always speaks her mind no matter what. Of course she makes mistakes and finds reasons to put up her walls, but that’s what makes Elle relatable. As strong as she seems, Elle has insecurities and fears like everyone and trust issues when it comes to love. She’s tough and quite guarded with her emotions, but Elle definitely has a softer sweet side. She’s really close with her roommate and best friend Jules and that shows that Elle does trust people, maybe not easily or right away, but she does. And when she’s finally ready to open her heart and truly trust Nix… well it doesn’t get any better or sweeter than that.

Nix will make your heart melt over and over. Yes, he’s famous and a jock. He’s a football star, popular with the girls, handsome and so damy sexy. But, there is so much more to him than that. He’s honest to goodness such a genuine, kind, giving, patient, and wonderful guy. My heart hurt so much for him because his father keeps forcing him into something he no longer wants. Deep down all Nix wants is to forge his own path and do something he enjoys and loves. It takes him a long time, but he eventually finds the courage to fight for what he loves and I’m so glad he does. I don’t want to give too much away about him or the story. Falling in love with Nix is one of the best parts of this book and I don’t want to take that awesome experience away from you.

I think Elle and Nix fit so well together and I loved how everything turned out for them. They definitely have some of the most delicious sexual tension and swoons and I totally love their chemistry. There’s so many delightful and cute scenes that made me giddy, emotional moments that broke my heart a little, but also filled it with love, and some amazing steamy moments that had me glued to the pages. I loved the drama, the bantering, the arguments, the humor, and the way Nix finally wins over Elle’s heart. Their relationship definitely has some bumps along the way, but that’s what makes it seem so real and relatable and I truly loved it… tears and all.

The supporting characters are as adorable and fun as always if not more. I think the more you get to know Maya’s characters, the more you fall for them. It’s nice to see that Reece and Seph are still going strong. LJ and Marissa are both still in denial. They have been dancing around each other and I cannot wait to read their book. BUT, I’m absoltely more excited about Jules and Berk’s story. I love Jules already. I adore her quirks, can relate with her, and cannot wait to get to know her even more. I have a feeling Jules and Berk are going to have insane chemistry and I’m so ready for that!

A must read heart-melting enemies to lovers story, The Second We Met is full of laughs, swoons, bromance, amazing friendships, delicious treats, fun surprises, and so many wonderful feels. Maya Hughes always makes me fall in love with her stories and characters and I really hope she never stops writing these breathtaking romances that never fail to make my heart smile. I don’t think I can say much more than I already have, so if you love romance then you need to read this book, this series, and all the other lovely stories Maya has written.

I received an advance reader copy of this book from the author in exchange for a fair and honest review. All thought, opinions, and swoons are my own.


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The adorkable math genius virgin, Persephone (“Seph”), was extremely sheltered, socially awkward, and inexperienced in many things. But, don’t let that fool you. Seph was a force to be reckoned with and surprised me in so many ways. She’s fierce, brave, spunky, and adventurous. With her list of firsts, she was determined to experience and do everything. And that’s where Reece comes in – the brooding handsome football star player who loved the game with all his heart that he wouldn’t let anything or anyone get in his way to playing pro. He was kind of a jerk at first, but let’s be real here… we all know that there’s a genuinely sweet, gentle, and caring side to him. And boy did he… I fell just as hard for him as Seph did. They meet by accident, which I thought was super funny and so darn cute, and that’s how their deliciously quirky, adorable, and fun story begins.

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Maya Hughes can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! 🙂 I’m a romance writer who loves taking inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer practice.
I’m the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing until I can’t breathe and traveling with my family.

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Thanks for stopping by lovelies. Don’t forget to add this book on your TBR!!!!
sincerelykjologo

 

 

Blog Tour Excerpt – Seven Letters by J.P. Monninger

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Hello lovelies and welcome to my Blog Tour Stop for Seven Letters hosted by St. Martin’s Press Macmillan Publishers. J.P. Monninger’s novel is a sweeping, romantic novel about love, family, and what it means to build a home together. Hope you enjoy reading the excerpt and don’t forget to grab your copy today!

The first letter brings her to Ireland. The next six are a test of true love…

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Published: October 8, 2019

Publisher: St. Martin’s Griffin

Genre(s): Fiction, Contemporary, Romance

ISBN: 9781250187697

Format: Paperback, 352 pages

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AMAZONBARNES AND NOBLEBOOK DEPOSITORY 

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J. P. Monninger, author of the international bestseller The Map That Leads to You, the novel Nicholas Sparks called “romantic and unforgettable”, tells a poignant love story of the ways the world divides two souls—and the way that love brings them together.

Kate Moreton is in Ireland on sabbatical from her teaching position at Dartmouth College when she meets Ozzie Ferriter, a fisherman and a veteran of the American war in Afghanistan. The Ferriter family history dates back centuries on the remote Blasket Islands, and Ozzie – a dual citizen of Ireland and the United States – has retreated to the one place that might offer him peace from a war he cannot seem to leave behind.

Beside the sea, with Ireland’s beauty as a backdrop, the two fall deeply in love and attempt to live on an island of their own making, away from the pressures of the outside world. Ireland writes its own love stories, the legends claim, and the limits of Kate and Ozzie’s love and faith in each other will be tested. When his demons lead Ozzie to become reckless with his life—and Kate’s—she flees for America rather than watch the man she loves self-destruct. But soon a letter arrives informing Kate that her heroic husband has been lost at sea, and Kate must decide whether it is an act of love to follow him or an act of mercy to forget.

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PROLOGUE

The Irish tell a story of a man who fell in love with a fairy woman and went with her to live on an island lost to time and trouble. They lived in a thatched cottage overlooking the sea with nothing but donkeys and gulls and white chickens to keep them company. They lived in the dream of all lovers, apart from the world, entire to themselves, their bed an island to be rediscovered each night. In all seasons, they slept near a large round window and the ocean wind found them and played gently with their hair and carried the scent of open water to their nostrils. Each night he tucked himself around her and she, in turn, moved closer into his arms, and the seals sang, and their songs fell to the bottom of the sea where the shells held their voices and relinquished them only in violent storms.

One day the man went away, mortal as he was; he could not resist his longing to see the loved ones he had left behind. She warned him that he would grow old the moment his foot touched the soil of the Irish mainland, so he begged her for one of the donkeys to ride back to his home for a single glance at what he had left behind. Though she knew the risk, she loved him too much to deny his wish, and so he left on a quiet night, his promise to come back to her cutting her ears with salt and bitterness. She watched him depart on a land bridge that arced to the mainland and then turned back to her cottage, knowing his fate, knowing that love must always have its own island. She raised up the fog from the ocean and she extinguished all light from the island and the chickens went mute and the donkeys brayed into the chimney smoke and the gulls called out her anguish.

After many days of travel, and through no fault of his own, he touched ground and became an old man in one breath. Even as age claimed him upon the instant of his foot striking the soil, he called to her to save him, but she could not help him any longer. In the seasons afterward, on certain full moon nights, she permitted the island to rise from the mist and to appear to him, or to any broken-hearted lover, the boil of the sea stilled for an unbearable glimpse of what had been lost so thoughtlessly. To his great age he lived for the moments when he might hear her voice rising above the sea, the call of their bed and their nights and their love, the call of his heart, the call of the gulls that held all the pain of the world. He answered on each occasion that he was here, waiting, his heart true and never wavering, his days filled with regret for breaking their spell and leaving the island. He asked her to forgive him the restlessness, which is the curse of men and the blood they cannot still, but whether she did or not, he could not say.

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I had misgivings: it was a tourist bus. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I had booked passage on a tourist bus. It wasn’t even a good kind of tourist bus, if there is such a thing. It was a massive, absurd mountain of a machine, blue and white, with a front grill the size of a baseball backstop. When the tour director—a competent, harried woman named Rosie—pointed me toward it with the corner of her clipboard, I tried to imagine there was some mistake. The idea that the place I had studied for years, the Blasket Islands off Ireland’s southwest coast, could be approached by such a vehicle, seemed sacrilegious. The fierce Irish women in my dissertation would not have known what to say about a bus with televisions, tinted windows, air-conditioning, bathrooms, and a soundtrack playing a loop of sentimental Irish music fea- turing “Galway Bay” and “Danny Boy.” Especially “Danny Boy.” It was like driving through the Louvre on a motor scooter. It didn’t even seem possible that the bus could fit the small, twisty roads of Dingle.

I took a deep breath and climbed aboard. My backpack whacked against the door.

Immediately I experienced that bus moment. Anyone who has ever taken a bus has experienced it. You step up and look around and you are searching for seats, but most of them are taken, and the bus is somewhat dimmer than the outside light, and the seat backs cover almost everything except the eyes and foreheads of the seated passengers. Most of them try to avoid your eyes because they don’t want you sitting next to them, but they are aware, also, that there are only so many seats, so if they are going to surrender the place next to them they would prefer it be to someone who looks at least marginally sane. Meanwhile, I tried to see over the seat backs to vacant places, also assessing who might be a decent, more or less silent traveling companion, while also determining who seemed too eager to have me beside her or him. I wanted to avoid that person at all costs.

That bus moment.

I also felt exhausted. I was exhausted from the Boston–Limerick flight, tired in the way only airports and plane air can make you feel. Like old, stale bread. Like bread left out to dry itself into turkey stuffing. I felt, too, a little like crying. Not now, I told myself. Then I started forward.

The passengers were old. My best friend, Milly, would have said that it wasn’t a polite thing to say or think, but I couldn’t help it. With only their heads extending above the seat backs, they looked like a field of dandelion puffs. They smiled and made small talk with one another, clearly happy to be on vacation, and often they looked up and nodded to me. I could have been their granddaughter and that was okay with them. They liked “Danny Boy.” They liked coming to Ireland; many of them had relatives here, I was certain. This was a homecoming of sorts, and I couldn’t be crabby about that, so I braced myself going down the aisle, my eyes doing the bus scan, which meant looking without staring, hoping without wishing.

Halfway down the bus, I came to an empty seat. Two empty seats. It didn’t seem possible. I stopped and tried not to swing around and hit anyone with my backpack. Rosie hadn’t boarded the bus; I could see the driver standing outside, a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Two empty seats? It felt like a trap. It felt too good to be true.

“Back here, dear,” an older man called to me. “There’s a spot here. That seat is reserved. I don’t think you can sit there. At least no one has.”

I considered trying my luck, plunking down and waiting for whatever might happen. Then again, that could land me in an even more horrible situation. The older gentleman who called to me looked sane and reasonably groomed. I could do worse. I smiled and hoisted my backpack and clunked down the aisle, hammering both sides until people raised their hands to fend me away.

“Here, I’ll just store this above us,” said the old man who had offered me a seat. He had the bin open above our spot. He shoved a mushroom-colored raincoat inside it. He smiled at me. He had a moustache as wide as a Band-Aid across his top lip. I inched my way down the aisle until I stood beside him.

“Gerry,” he said, holding out his hand. “What luck for me. I get to sit next to a beautiful, red-haired colleen. What’s your name?”

“Kate,” I said.

“That’s a good Irish name. Are you Irish?”

“American, but yes. Irish ancestry.”

“So am I. I believe everyone on the bus has some connection to the old sod. I’d put money on it.”

He won a point for the first mention of the old sod that I had heard since landing in Ireland four hours before.

He helped me swing my bag up into the bin. Then I remembered I needed my books and I had to swing the backpack down again. As I dug through the bag, Gerry beside me, I felt the miles of traveling clinging to me. How strange to wake up in Boston and end up on a bus going to Dingle, the most beautiful peninsula in the world.

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“Monninger enchants with this lyrically written romantic love letter to Ireland and its people. Readers who appreciate love stories set against dramatic backdrops will find much to love.” 

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“A sweeping love story with intriguing characters and a well-described ending.” 

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J.P. MONNINGER, author of The Map That Leads to You, is an award-winning writer in New England and Professor of English at Plymouth State University.

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Additional Praise for J.P. Monninger

“Romantic and unforgettable.”  

Nicholas Sparks on The Map That Leads To You



“Monninger’s debut novel will strike a chord with fans of Nicholas Sparks’  sweeping and sentimental tales.” 

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“A gossamer confection, spun sugar at the summer carnival. It’s also an inspiriting estival fling, one that, as Heather says of her relationship with Jack, melts any residual winter ice. 

The New York Times Book Review on The Map That Leads To You

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Thanks for stopping by and reading sweeties. Have a wonderful day and don’t forget to add this book on your TBR or grab yourself a copy. sincerelykjologo