Release Blitz: Playing it Safe by Amy Andrews

 

Playing it Safe
Amy Andrews
(Sydney Smoke Rugby, #7)
Published by: Entangled: Brazen
Publication date: September 6th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

Donovan Bane loves playing rugby for the Sydney Smoke. And if that means he has to keep his sexuality a secret, that’s a sacrifice he’s prepared to make. At least until after he retires, anyway. He doesn’t want to be the first pro rugby player in Australia to officially come out while still playing. The team doesn’t need the media shit storm and he’d rather be known for his footy skills. Which means no dating, no relationships, no sex. Nothing but playing ball.

Until one man suddenly changes everything…

Beckett Stanton is out and proud—and not looking for a guy who isn’t. Been there, done that, complete disaster. Unfortunately, on the first day of his new job working for the Sydney Smoke, he locks eyes with Donovan Bane and he’s a goner. Big, gruff, and athletic isn’t usually Beck’s type, but for some reason this man is ticking all his boxes. And it’s clear the feeling is mutual. It’s also clear that Donovan is not out, and doesn’t plan to be anytime soon. Still, Beck can’t resist being the man to show Donovan everything he’s been missing.

For the first time, Donovan doesn’t play it safe and allows himself to indulge in things with Beck he knows he can’t have. But when their relationship gets serious, he knows he has to choose between the career he loves and the man he loves, because how can he possibly have both?

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“Why are you giving yourself early wrinkles?” He lifted his hand then, smoothing a finger along the furrows in Donovan’s forehead.

It was such a light touch yet Donovan felt it everywhere. Just as he felt the spicy accents of Beckett’s cologne wafting over him on a warm pillow of pheromone-laden air.

“Because…I don’t know how to…do this.”

“This?” Beckett’s hand fell to his side.

“I don’t know how to do gay.”

“Donovan…” Beckett’s warm chuckle, the way he always called him by his full name, set up home inside Donovan’s belly and lit a fire. “Being gay isn’t something you do. It’s something you are.” Beckett tapped his chest lightly, right above his heart. “So, however you do your life is fine. Really.”

“Fine?” Donovan stared at him. “I’ve been ignoring this”—he tapped his chest in the exact spot Beckett had tapped—“since I was fifteen.”

“Yeah, but not anymore, right? So you start from today.”

“How? When I have to stay in this damn closet?”

“Hey.” He lifted his hand and cupped Donovan’s jaw, and the tangle of emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him hushed at the touch. “The first step is always the hardest. Finally accepting who you are, saying it out loud, often takes place in the closet, you’re not on your lonesome there. Don’t underestimate how far you’ve come.”

Donovan wished Beckett’s hand didn’t feel so fucking good cradling him like that. Wished his voice wasn’t so soothing and his words so damn sensible. Wished he didn’t want to shut his eyes and just lean into all that calm rationality. It made him believe everything could be alright, that he could actually step out of the closet with this man and everything would be okay.

But it wouldn’t be.

“And now you get to choose what you want to do.” Beckett waggled his eyebrows suggestively as his hand slid down to rest against a bicep decorated in swirls of dark ink. “What do you want to do, Donovan Bane?” he asked, a smile hovering on lips that had introduced him to a whole new world.

One that was still frustratingly out of reach.

Donovan shook his head as the weight of the unknown threatened to crush him. He backed up a step or two, and Beckett’s hand slid from his arm. He turned and paced into the living area. It was easy for Beckett—he’d been living a full life as a gay man for a lot longer. He knew all the rules. All the do’s and don’ts. The…conventions.

Donovan was utterly clueless.

Standing near the couch, he turned and faced the other man. “I don’t know. That’s the thing…I don’t know how it works with two gay men.”

Beckett gave a crooked smile. “Pretty much the same as two straight people.”

“No, I mean…” Fuck. Absently, he started cracking his knuckles. What did he mean?

“Donovan,” Beckett said quietly, his smile gentle. “Is this about the sex stuff?”

“No. Yes.” Donovan stopped cracking his knuckles. “Maybe.” He started to pace from the couch to the bean bag and back again. “I mean…I don’t even know how to do the sex stuff.”

A low chuckle slid from Beckett’s lips. “Oh, trust me, you know how to do the sex stuff.”

Donovan stopped pacing and glanced at Beckett. “What? That thing just now? That’s what it is?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“See, I don’t know any of this. I’m just a…big…gay…virgin. In every sense of the word. This is my first rodeo.”

Beckett laughed full and throaty. “A gay virgin?”

“Well, I don’t know, do I?” He started to pace again, cracking his knuckles in time with the falls of his feet. “I mean, is there such a thing? Because, I have had sex before, so I’m technically not a virgin? Does sex with a woman count in—” Christ, he didn’t know…some mental ledger?

“The land of the gays?”

Donovan shot Beckett—who was clearly enjoying himself a little too much—an exasperated glare. He just grinned bigger as Donovan paced.

“Do gay men consider other gay men who haven’t had sex with a man a virgin?” he continued.

“Wow, you really do overthink things, don’t you?”

Author Bio:

Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling, double RITA nominated, Aussie author who has written seventy plus contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. Her books bring all the feels from sass, quirk and laughter to emotional grit and panty-melting heat.

At sixteen she met a guy she knew she was going to marry and several years later she did. They have two grown kids who have flown the coop for distant shores which enables their travel fetish.

She loves good books and great booze although she'll take mediocre booze if there's nothing else. For many, many years she was a registered nurse which means she knows things. Anatomical things. And she's not afraid to use them!

She's just taken a sea change and gets to create stories whilst overlooking the mighty Pacific Ocean.

To keep up with her new releases you can join her mailing list here - http://www.amyandrews.com.au/newsletter.html

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Blog Tour: THE TROUBLE WITH CHRISTMAS by Amy Andrews

“How is this book both adorable and sexy? The Trouble with Christmas is a big city meets small town, opposite attract hilarious romance full of holiday shenanigans, family, love and sigh-worthy moments. It's one of the must-reads of 2019! I absolutely loved it!" --Naima Simone, USA Today bestselling author

The Trouble with Christmas, an all-new opposites attract romance from USA Today bestselling author Amy Andrews, is available now!

All Suzanne St. Michelle wants is an over-the-top, eggnog-induced holiday with her best friend in Credence, Colorado. But when her hoity-toity parents insist she come home for Christmas in New York, she blurts out that her sexy landlord is actually her boyfriend and she can’t leave him—Joshy loves Christmas. The more twinkle lights the better.

Rancher Joshua Grady does not love Christmas. Or company, or chatty women. Unfortunately for him, the chattiest woman ever has rented the cottage on his ranch, invited her rich, art-scene parents, and now insists he play “fake rancher boyfriend” in a production of the Hokiest Christmas Ever. And somehow…she gets him to agree.

Apparently, he’ll do anything to get his quiet life back. At least there’s mistletoe every two feet—and kissing Suzy is surprisingly easy. But in the midst of acres of tinsel, far too many tacky Christmas sweaters, and a tree that can be seen from space, he’s starting to want what he lost when he was a kid—a family. Too bad it’s with a woman heading back to New York before the ball drops…

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Excerpt

Grady barely felt the chill as he stripped off his freezing, sodden shirt in the equally freezing concrete shell of the mudroom. The silence was distracting. Too distracting, and he could think of little else. The last three mornings, he’d gone about his chores serenaded by chanting monks. Which was strange but…whatever. It didn’t bother him or the animals, and it gave his ranch hands something to laugh about. Except now there was no music. And that was bothering him, because he suddenly realized he was thinking about her—something he’d been trying not to do. Had her power gone out? Was she sick? Had she fallen in the cottage and smacked her head on the stone floor? Had some kind of seizure? Was she unconscious? Had she decided to up and leave? Yeah, right…he should be so lucky. Grady shook his head, growling to himself as he flicked off the running faucet and plunged his hands into the steaming-hot sink of water, washing off the caked-on muck from his hands and arms and chest courtesy of a calf that had gotten itself bogged in a freezing quagmire caused by recent rain and melting almost-frozen ground. He’d managed to rope it out with the help of two of his hands, its plaintive mooing and the distress of its mother keeping everyone focused on the job but somehow, when they were almost there, he’d managed to lose his balance and fall into the frigid mud. His hands had laughed their asses off as they’d dragged his out of the muck. The hot water felt good on his chilled skin as he picked up the cake of soap and lathered his arms and chest and neck. He needed a real shower, of course, but he’d learned a long time ago to wash up before he went inside. The plumbing in the mudroom was way more forgiving than the more delicate pipes inside the cabin. Thankfully his jeans weren’t as mucky. Ordinarily he’d have stripped them off in the mudroom, too, and walked from the barn to the cabin in his underwear—isolated living did have its advantages—but he wasn’t about to do that with Suzanne St. Michellenearby. And great…just great. He was thinking about her again. He obviously wasn’t getting laid enough. Just how long hadit been since he’d been with a woman? Well over a year ago. Probably closer to two. Because that had to be it, that had to be the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about the curvy New Yorker even though she’d stayed on her turf exactly as he had demanded. Reaching with one hand for the fresh towel that hung over the hook above the sink, he pulled the plug with the other, then proceeded to towel dry. At least up until he heard a faint gasp and spun around to find the woman on his mind standing just inside the doorway, her curves hidden in a huge red coat, that green knitted cap pulled down low over her forehead and ears. His hands paused mid drying the back of his neck. The room wasn’t big, maybe five feet by five feet, which meant she was way closer to him than he was comfortable with, given his state of undress. “Oh…I’m…sorry.” Her breath misted into the frigid air as her voice faltered. “I didn’t know you were in here.” Her eyes fell to his chest, zeroed in on the nickel-size scar just beneath his right collarbone courtesy of some shrapnel, before straying to his pecs and abs for what seemed like forever, the awkward silence stretching. Normally Grady wouldn’t bother filling it because silences were where he felt most comfortable and the other person generally rushed in to fill them up. But Suzanne wasn’t bothering, either. At least not with her mouth anyway. Her eyes were a different story. They were having an entire conversation as they roved all over his chest. She was looking at him like he was a slice of one of Annie’s pies, and Christ if that wasn’t like a bullet straight to his dick. The kind of friendly fire he could do without. Fucking hell. He didn’t want to be pie. Not this woman’s. Not any woman’s. He wanted to be…tofu. Nobody lusted after tofu. “Had some trouble with a calf.” Grady felt like an explanation might help the situation, but he still felt like an idiot making small talk. “Was it being born?” She pulled her gaze from his abs to his eyes. “Did you have to stick your hand up inside and drag it out? I saw that on a documentary once and couldn’t believe how messy it was. And how calm the mother was. I mean, I’m not sure I’d be okay to just stand there while someone stuck their entire arm up my hoo-ha, right?” She hesitated for a moment like she’d done the first day they’d met, like she wasn’t sure this was a topic for polite conversation. But her mouth had already committed, so she jutted her chin and went for it. “I know it has to be done and, let’s face it, a calf is much bigger than a man’s arm—” Her gaze dropped to his arms via the scar, his chest, and his belly button. She was looking at him like pie again. Annie’s pecan pie with melted butter. Sweet and savory all at once. An orgasm for the tongue. Not tofu. Plain, tasteless, orgasmlessTofu. “Even yours,” she continued, forcing her gaze back to his face, and it took Grady a moment to pick up the thread of her ramblings. She shuddered. “But no thank you. I mean, seriously, females of all species really do get a raw deal. I bet you if the males had to push out disproportionately bigger babies through the passage provided for the process, they’d have invented some kind of handy zipper system a long time ago. Some dude would have patented the bejesus out of it.” She stopped abruptly, snapping her lips closed as if her mouth had finally received the frantic shut the fuck upmessages from her brain. Her cheeks looked pink, but then so did her nose, so it was probably just the nippy December weather. Grady stared at her, not only at the amount of words she’d spoken but at the content of her monologue. “We…” He spoke because it felt like his turn, but he didn’t even know what to do about cows with zippers. “We don’t calve in winter.” “Oh, right.” She nodded briskly, her cheeks definitely growing pinker now. “That makes sense. Who wants to be cold and in pain, right?” She gave a funny little half smile that ended quickly and awkwardly. Then they just stood and stared at each other for several beats longer than was normal or even comfortable, their warm breaths misting into the air. Tucking her hands into the pockets of her red coat, she said, “I hope it’s okay to have a look around?” Grady gave a brief, terse nod. “Just don’t go too far or go near the animals.” Last thing he needed was to rescue some damn fool city slicker who’d wandered off and gotten herself lost. She nodded absently as her gaze drifted again, licking over his chest, lingering on the scar. He should be freezing, half-naked in a room that was little more than an icebox, but with her looking at him like she was trying to commit every line and chest hair to memory, he only felt hot. Really fucking hot. Melted butter on pecan pie hot. “I hope—” Her voice sounded a little uneven, and she cleared her throat. “I hope my music hasn’t been disturbing you the last few days.” He wasn’t sure why she was making small talk—although it was preferable to incessant observations about cow hoo-has and zippers. Nor was he sure why he was standing ramrod straight in front of her, thinking about pie when he should be grabbing the spare shirt he kept in the cupboard above the washbasin and getting decent. But up had been down since the moment she’d arrived. “It’s fine,” he dismissed. It hadn’t been the music that had been disturbing him, that was for sure. She nodded again, glancing around the room briefly before settling her eyes back on his chest. “Well…I guess I’ll…” She didn’t finish the sentence as her gaze once again zeroed in on the scar, and her lips rolled together in contemplation. “Do you mind—?” She stepped forward and raised her hand tentatively. When he didn’t move because he was paralyzed by the realization she was actually going to touch him, she became bolder, stepping in closer again as her fingers made contact. She was so close now, he could smell her. Coffee and snickerdoodles? And something sharp, maybe chemical. Paint, he supposed. “Is it a bullet wound?” Grady flinched as she touched the scar, her fingers like icicles as they sunk into the small indentation. He closed his eyes as heat bloomed from the center, spreading like a ripple, burning like a furnace down the length of his body. Blood pulsed hard and thick, everywhere. Damn it, she might as well be wrapping that cold hand around the throbbing hardness pressing into the zipper of his fly. It was probably forty degrees in this concrete box, but it felt like a sauna, and it was an easy 120 inside his boxers. He swallowed. “It’s from…shrapnel.” He had no idea why he wasn’t stepping back. He should step back. He should have said, Yes, I do mind, told her it was none of her business. He should be finding a shirt. Find a fucking shirt, idiot. “Did it hurt?” Surprised by the question, he glanced down to find the bulky knit of her hat a whisker away from brushing the underside of his chin. “Like a bastard.” She looked up and they were close—her mouth was close—her fingers a balm to the old wound that still made his shoulder ache on cold winter mornings. His heart thumped like a jungle drum and god almighty, it was hot enough in here to grow bananas. “Was it bad? Did you bleed a lot?” His throat was dry as the concrete beneath his feet. “It bled some.” Then, finally getting his shit together, he took a step back, and her hand slid away. If his distancing bothered her, she didn’t show it, just simply said, “Thank you for your service.” Grady didn’t know what to say. He never knew what to say to this standard platitude. He appreciated the sentiment, but he’d just been doing his job. So he nodded, his pulse reverberating like a dinner gong in his ears, as she slowly backed out of the room and disappeared from sight. Reaching for the sink, Grady gripped the curved edge in both his hands and hunched over, dropping his head down between his shoulder blades and taking some deep steadying breaths. January could not come soon enough.

This is a great entertaining Christmas, the season of good will and holiday cheer read, it’s a laugh out loud hilarious romance with just the perfect mix of sarcasm and snark. This may be a Christmas tale but i firmly believe it will read over and over and loved at anytime of the year. The characters are loveable and the banter they share flows so naturally throughout their story.

Suzanne has escaped New York and arrived in Credence to try and get her mojo back and get creative with her art work, she rents a cottage on a ranch and that’s where she meets Joshua the owners nephew. Joshua doesn’t understand why she is there and he really doesn’t want to deal with her but from the moment they meet the banter and sarcasm will have you snorting out loud. I love Christmas and I loved this book and I really didn’t want it to end, i found myself crying from laughter and the story captivated from the first page to the last line. This author has fast become one of my must read authors and I’m sure if you one click The Trouble with Christmas you won’t be disappointed. Celebrate the holiday season with this entertaining read.

Amy Andrews is a relatively new author to me. This was a fun, entertaining read that had me riveted from the first to the last chapter.

There was humour and the banter that flowed was well written and amusing. I loved the main characters of Suzanne and Joshua as they were easy to relate to. 

I love cowboys and small town romance and this ticked the boxes for me. It was amusing to watch Suzanne and Joshua dance around the feelings that were developing between them. The secondary characters were great and enhanced this feel good story and I am looking forward to reading more in this series. 

The Trouble With Christmas is a romantic, sweet, heart warming story that is centred around the most magical time of the year. What’s not to enjoy? 

I received this book from the publisher through Netgalley.

The Trouble with Christmas is the first book by Amy Andrews that I have read and I absolutely enjoyed every minute of this story! It is a sweet romance filled with holiday festivities, characters you will love, funny moments, a fake relationship and small town gossip that keeps Grady and Suzanne on their toes. Even though their relationship started out as a way to not have to spend the holidays with her parents, nothing happened the way she planned. The biggest surprise was the feelings that she and Grady had for each other even though they fought those feelings as long as they could. I think it was Suzanne’s quirkiness that warmed Grady’s heart and opened him up to possibilities he never thought he would have again.

About Amy Andrews

Amy is an Aussie author of hot contemporary romance who believes in multiple orgasms, mighty wangs and happily ever afters. She’s been penning them for over twenty years and has 70+ books to her name.

As well as unforgettable characters and great sex you’ll also be treated to some laughs and a dollop of quirk because Amy doesn’t seem to know how to write a book without a bit of both. You might also cry a little because there’s nothing she loves more than a laughy-criey book!

She also loves sunsets and rainbows, unicorns and mermaids, booze and travel. And her home that overlooks the ocean. She may also happen to believe she was a Roman goddess in her past life because its the only thing that explains her adoration for all things Italy.

Connect with Amy

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Website: http://amyandrews.com.au/

Release Blitz: The Trouble With Christmas by Amy Andrews

“How is this book both adorable and sexy? The Trouble with Christmas is a big city meets small town, opposite attract hilarious romance full of holiday shenanigans, family, love and sigh-worthy moments. It's one of the must-reads of 2019! I absolutely loved it!" --Naima Simone, USA Today bestselling author

The Trouble with Christmas, an all-new opposites attract romance from USA Today bestselling author Amy Andrews, is available now!

All Suzanne St. Michelle wants is an over-the-top, eggnog-induced holiday with her best friend in Credence, Colorado. But when her hoity-toity parents insist she come home for Christmas in New York, she blurts out that her sexy landlord is actually her boyfriend and she can’t leave him—Joshy loves Christmas. The more twinkle lights the better.

Rancher Joshua Grady does not love Christmas. Or company, or chatty women. Unfortunately for him, the chattiest woman ever has rented the cottage on his ranch, invited her rich, art-scene parents, and now insists he play “fake rancher boyfriend” in a production of the Hokiest Christmas Ever. And somehow…she gets him to agree.

Apparently, he’ll do anything to get his quiet life back. At least there’s mistletoe every two feet—and kissing Suzy is surprisingly easy. But in the midst of acres of tinsel, far too many tacky Christmas sweaters, and a tree that can be seen from space, he’s starting to want what he lost when he was a kid—a family. Too bad it’s with a woman heading back to New York before the ball drops…

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About Amy Andrews

Amy is an Aussie author of hot contemporary romance who believes in multiple orgasms, mighty wangs and happily ever afters. She’s been penning them for over twenty years and has 70+ books to her name.

As well as unforgettable characters and great sex you’ll also be treated to some laughs and a dollop of quirk because Amy doesn’t seem to know how to write a book without a bit of both. You might also cry a little because there’s nothing she loves more than a laughy-criey book!

She also loves sunsets and rainbows, unicorns and mermaids, booze and travel. And her home that overlooks the ocean. She may also happen to believe she was a Roman goddess in her past life because its the only thing that explains her adoration for all things Italy.

Connect with Amy

Instagram:@amyandrewsbooks http://bit.ly/2Z7Ss28

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmyAndrewsAuthor/

Twitter: @amyandrewsbooks http://bit.ly/2uYHcqQ

Pinterest: http://bit.ly/2Ssnmh9

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2Su0Owi

Website: http://amyandrews.com.au/

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Meet the Author:

Amy is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling Aussie author who has written seventy contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets. Her books bring all the feels from sass and quirk and laughter to emotional grit to panty-melting heat. She loves frequent travel, good books and great booze although she'll take mediocre booze if there's nothing else. For many, many years she was a registered nurse. Which means she knows things. Anatomical things. And she’s not afraid to use them! She's just moved back to her central Queensland roots taking a sea change in the pretty little coastal town of Yeppoon where she gets to stare at the ocean all day.

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Marshall Dyson wants one thing and one thing only: to raze his grandfather’s island to the ground. Everything is ready to go––except for the freakin’ bunnies! Hundreds of the furry critters hopping about and multiplying before his eyes. And then there’s the American Bunny League, along with one distractingly beautiful veterinarian, taking him to court to save them...

Dr. Augusta “Gus” North can’t believe the grumpy–and annoyingly hot–builder she’s facing in court cares more about demo-ing some cabin than the lives of 200 bunnies. But when the judge orders Marshall to stay on the island and help her rehome the rabbits – the entire month – she knows they’re going to need to lay some ground rules.

Like, for example, absolutely no kissing. Might as well go ahead and get that in writing. Sure it’s on a napkin, but that still counts.

How hard could it be to keep their hands off each other amidst all the fighting? Surprisingly, harder than wrangling 200 bunnies...

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"It's got a Jill Shalvis/SEP vibe and I had a smile on my face all the way through. Loved every minute." - Kate Meader, USA Todaybestselling author

Nothing But Trouble, an all-new small town romance from USA Todaybestselling author Amy Andrews, is available now!

For five years, PA Cecilia Morgan’s entire existence has revolved around playing “left tackle” to former NFL quarterback Wade Carter. She’s so good at her job, the man can’t even buy his own condoms! Well, today she’s giving the Worst-Boss-Ever her notice.

To say CC’s announcement was a bombshell is an insult to bombs. And horribly timed, with his publisher breathing down his neck. Not too many things defy Wade Carter. Well…except his mother. His PA. And the blinking cursor of doom.

Time to call an audible.

CC is gobsmacked. Three months in his small hometown—somewhere devoid of “female distractions,” he says—while he finishes his book, and he’ll cut her loose?! And he thinks a cowboy hat and dimpled smile and she’ll just say yes? Penalty flag.

Wade can’t believe CC and the council arranged busloads of single women to visit their dying town. She never gives up. But three Super Bowl rings prove he’s no quitter, either.

But then their fighting starts to feel a whole lot like foreplay. What’s a quarterback to do when he realizes he might be falling for his left tackle?

Time to throw a Hail Mary.

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“And that’s where I had my first kiss.” CC tuned back in and focused on where Wade was pointing. It was the football field, a lush bright green amidst the faded wooden bleachers and the peeling goalposts. “Right there under those bleachers.” He smiled and sighed. “Kathy Williams. I became a man that day.” “It was that good, huh?” He laughed. “I suspect it was terrible at first.” He shook his head, and a tiny little hitch near CC’s heart snuck up and surprised the hell out of her. Her gaze was drawn to his profile, to the tilt of his lips. Usually those lips just exasperated the hell out of her, articulating his ridiculous demands, but, she had to admit, he had a great mouth. Kinda made a girl wonder what other demands lips like those could make. Not that she’d everwondered. Nor was she about to start. Crushing on her emotionally unavailable boss would be dumb. Especially when she was only a few months off never having to see him again. “I fumbled it badly, went like a bull at a gate. She pulled away and said, ‘softly, Wade,’ and then…” It was hard to believe Wade had ever fumbled anything. His had been the safest hands in the NFL. And he’d obviously improved beyond kissing, if that thing he did with his tongue was as good as Annabel had said. “Well…” He smiled, obviously still caught up in the memory. “Let’s just say she was patient, and I’m a fast learner.” “How old were you?” “I was fifteen. She was seventeen. The head cheerleader.” CC rolled her eyes. “How very Riverdaleof you.”

About Amy Andrews

Amy is an Aussie author of hot contemporary romance who believes in multiple orgasms, mighty wangs and happily ever afters. She’s been penning them for over twenty years and has 70+ books to her name. As well as unforgettable characters and great sex you’ll also be treated to some laughs and a dollop of quirk because Amy doesn’t seem to know how to write a book without a bit of both. You might also cry a little because there’s nothing she loves more than a laughy-criey book! She also loves sunsets and rainbows, unicorns and mermaids, booze and travel. And her home that overlooks the ocean. She may also happen to believe she was a Roman goddess in her past life because its the only thing that explains her adoration for all things Italy.

Connect with Amy

Instagram:@amyandrewsbooks http://bit.ly/2Z7Ss28

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AmyAndrewsAuthor/

Twitter: @amyandrewsbooks http://bit.ly/2uYHcqQ

Pinterest: http://bit.ly/2Ssnmh9

Goodreads:http://bit.ly/2Su0Owi

Website: http://amyandrews.com.au/

Amy Andrews is a new author to me but after reading Nothing But Trouble I will certainly be checking out her previous books. 
CC Morgan has focused on her job and the man she works for former NFL quarterback Wade Carter for the last 5 and a bit years but it’s coming to the end of her six year contract and she can’t wait, she is looking forward to new beginnings and she certainly won’t miss the sending of flowers and explaining to woman why it’s Wade and not them ....... her boss is not looking to settle down and up till now he has left it all to CC to explain once he has loved them and left them.
Wade needs to head home to Credence and he insists CC needs to go as well and that’s when the fun and games really begin, this is when Wade realises he can’t be without CC and where CC falls in love with an untrainable puppy and a piglet.....
This book has it all. I laughed or should I say snorted out loud (Sorry piglet), I swooned and I loved the residents of the small town of Credence. The characters have depth, the banter flows and I can’t wait to read Wade’s family members and the other residents stories because I’m sure they all have a tale to tell. I really enjoyed this funny read and I recommend it to all lovers of small town romance as well as romantic comedy lovers.

Amy Andrews is a new author to me and I have to ask myself why that is. Cecilia Morgan’s life has been totally focused on the man she works for, former NFL quarterback Wade Carter. 

However one can only work for someone for so long and when CC finally hands in her notice he is shocked,; he cannot imagine his life without CC. However all that will have to wait as Wade is heading back to Credence due to his father’ sill health and he is determined that CC accompany him.

I love cowboys and small town romance and Nothing But Trouble certainly made for entertaining reading. It was amusing to watch Wade and CC dance around the feelings that were developing between them. The secondary characters were great, particularly Wade’s family, and I am looking forward to reading their stories.

Thrust into life in a small town, Wade and CC soon find themselves involved in small town gossip.

There was humour and fun, little piglets and a whole lot of feel good moments in Nothing But Trouble. 

I really liked CC although Wade annoyed me at first, he grew on me as the story progressed. I look forward to reading more in the series.

I received a copy through the publisher from Netgalley.





Release Blitz: NOTHING BUT TROUBLE by Amy Andrews

"It's got a Jill Shalvis/SEP vibe and I had a smile on my face all the way through. Loved every minute." - Kate Meader, USA Today bestselling author

Nothing But Trouble, an all-new small town romance from USA Today bestselling author Amy Andrews, is available now!

For five years, PA Cecilia Morgan’s entire existence has revolved around playing “left tackle” to former NFL quarterback Wade Carter. She’s so good at her job, the man can’t even buy his own condoms! Well, today she’s giving the Worst-Boss-Ever her notice.

To say CC’s announcement was a bombshell is an insult to bombs. And horribly timed, with his publisher breathing down his neck. Not too many things defy Wade Carter. Well…except his mother. His PA. And the blinking cursor of doom.

Time to call an audible.

CC is gobsmacked. Three months in his small hometown—somewhere devoid of “female distractions,” he says—while he finishes his book, and he’ll cut her loose?! And he thinks a cowboy hat and dimpled smile and she’ll just say yes? Penalty flag.

Wade can’t believe CC and the council arranged busloads of single women to visit their dying town. She never gives up. But three Super Bowl rings prove he’s no quitter, either.

But then their fighting starts to feel a whole lot like foreplay. What’s a quarterback to do when he realizes he might be falling for his left tackle?

Time to throw a Hail Mary.

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About Amy Andrews

Amy is an Aussie author of hot contemporary romance who believes in multiple orgasms, mighty wangs and happily ever afters. She’s been penning them for over twenty years and has 70+ books to her name.

As well as unforgettable characters and great sex you’ll also be treated to some laughs and a dollop of quirk because Amy doesn’t seem to know how to write a book without a bit of both. You might also cry a little because there’s nothing she loves more than a laughy-criey book!

She also loves sunsets and rainbows, unicorns and mermaids, booze and travel. And her home that overlooks the ocean. She may also happen to believe she was a Roman goddess in her past life because its the only thing that explains her adoration for all things Italy.

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