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BOOK TOUR!! –> Gold Digger by RB Hilliard

Title: Gold Digger
Author: RB Hilliard
Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 30, 2018

Gold Digger is one of those stories where you think you’re going to hate it, because let’s face it Blake Moreno is a jerk and a half. He’s arrogant and rude because he’s hot, he’s rich and he knows he’s a hot commodity. He’s also a big ol’ man hoe, which I’m not holding against him but I’m also not pregnant after a drunken night of sex with him. So yeah, let’s say it took me a while to warm up to Blake and I was full on Team Hadley even though I didn’t always agree with her.

What I enjoyed about this story was the fact that there were times I was shouting at my Kindle for Hadley to put Blake in his place. To tell him he wasn’t all that—even though he totally was—and bring him to his knees.

But it turns out patience was all that was required when reading Gold Digger, watching a guy like Blake fall.

Sat-is-fying!

Parts of this story were funny and parts were hot, other parts were super annoying but overall it was a pretty enjoyable read.

“Funny Funny Funny…with an extra dose of sexy. This story has awesome one liners that kept me chuckling throughout.” – Cali Gal’s 


“This book is the entire package! It’s laugh out loud funny, sweet with just the right amount of sour, and a good amount of drama to keep you reading.” – Nerdy Dirty & Flirty


“This hilariously funny story had me laughing until I cried. As per RB Hilliard’s normal story telling, it was full of steam, heat, and relatable characters.” – Book Club Gone Wrong

Blake Moreno doesn’t do relationships, ever.
With more money than he knows what to do with and his pick of beautiful women, he has no plans of becoming tied down.

Hadley Jacobs doesn’t have time for dating.
With plans to finish culinary school and to own her own bakery, she has her life all mapped out.

Blake thinks Hadley is infuriating…

Hadley thinks Blake is controlling…

Both couldn’t be more wrong.

When life throws them a curve ball, they have no choice but to catch it and to prove that in the end, love wins. Every. Time.

The minute I stepped into the bar, I spotted them. Hadley’s back was to me and, from where I was standing, it looked as if Belinda and Patrice were blocking her exit. Fucking hell. Since when were Belinda and Patrice friends? And where was Wayne? I started toward them. Bits and pieces of their conversation filtered in as I got closer.

“I’m sorry I took your friend’s job. I wasn’t aware the position had been offered to her,” Hadley told Belinda. “And I’m sorry that my piano playing skills were subpar, however, being that I’m a chef, this shouldn’t surprise you,” she directed at Patrice.

“I know why you’re here. I overheard Zane talking to Cathryn about it. You might be carrying Blake’s brat in your belly but take it from me when I say he isn’t going to take well to being trapped,” Patrice declared, right as I stepped up behind Hadley. Both Patrice and Belinda’s eyes jerked to me and bulged in surprise, but being that Hadley’s back was to me, she wasn’t aware of my presence.

“You’ve got me!” Hadley said, her tone laced with contempt and sarcasm. “Wow, you two are a regular Cagney and Lacey. Tell me, how did you figure it out? Because, really, I planned it so carefully.” Neither woman said a word. They just stood there staring at me. I, however, was highly entertained. Folding my arms over my chest, I waited to see what Hadley would say next. She didn’t disappoint.

“You know what this is about don’t you?” she whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “Blake thinks it’s about the baby, but it’s really about the money. I hear he’s loaded.” I silently chuckled when she expelled a wistful sounding sigh and followed it with, “I’ve always dreamed of being rich.” Both women jumped when she threw up her hands, and shouted, “Yep! Just call me gold digger!” On that note, she then turned to leave. A strangled shriek escaped when she smacked right into me. As she pressed her hands to my chest in order to keep from toppling over, the warmth of her touch seared through me.

“Blake!” she gasped, clearly shocked to find me standing there.

Before Hadley did something else, such as call Patrice Patsy again or refer to Belinda as Boobzilla—something I’d heard both she and Wayne do on more than one occasion—I reached for her hand. Ignoring Patrice and Belinda, who were still busy gawking at us, I said, “Come on, Gold Digger, we’re going to be late for our appointment,” and pulled her in the direction of the door. Right as we breached the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder and gave the two vipers a look of warning, letting them know that we would be discussing this incident later.

“I didn’t see you standing there,” Hadley muttered, as we made our way toward the front of the hotel.

“Clearly,” I mused, while trying not to laugh at the scene I’d just witnessed. When she let out a disgusted sounding huff, I lost the battle and let the laughter roll. She responded with another huff and a face scrunch, and I thought, this woman is something else.
RB Hilliard lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband and two children. In 2012 she began writing His End Game, the first book in her MMG Series. Hilliard has not only published six books in this series, but has gone on to publish Utterly Forgettable, a hilariously funny Romantic Comedy, as well as her Rock Star Romance Series, Meltdown.

 

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“If you’re real nice to me maybe I’ll let you take me home and show you how well I can earn my keep.” He winked and smiled just enough to reveal a charming dimple.

I don’t believe this shit. Alexis was upset. No she was pissed. After spending an inordinate amount of time getting waxed, buffed and polished at the spa on the top floor of her business World of Wonder, she headed to the second floor to get her thick brown hair trimmed and highlighted by her Brazilian wunderkind Stephan. Once at home she slathered her body in lavender oil before sliding into a feminine rusted orange halter dress. It flowed beautifully around her toned legs, highlighting her tan skin and hugging her chest making it look much bigger than her b-cups. She decided on a sheer scarf to cover her best feature, her toned arms. Since most men were intimidated by her guns Alexis tended to cover them up on first dates. Men, she huffed still fuming over his presumptuousness. I can’t believe I broke in my new wedges for this. “Earn your keep?” She raised an eyebrow in his direction.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. You asked if I was intimidated by money, which means you have it.” He finished off his scotch in one disgusting gulp. “That means you have money but no man and you’re willing to pay for one.” The smug bastard actually sat back like he’d just solved String Theory or something equally difficult and important.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” The nerve of this guy! Sure he was handsome. More like gorgeous as hell with sparkling blue eyes and a flop of curly black hair with matching inky lashes women would pay good money for. He was tall, over six feet, built for sex and obviously an idiot. “I was merely asking to see if there was a point to continuing this date. Obviously there isn’t.” She threw her napkin on the table, upset she wasted almost a full tank of gas on this long ass drive.

“Hey I’m fine with having a woman pay my way. I’m a modern kind of guy.” He flagged the waiter for another drink. “I mean you’re smokin’ ass hot so I would’ve banged you anyway, but you have money too? I might just marry your fine ass.”

Alexis shook her head, disgust mounting with the passing of every second. This guy was so delusional that the notion of taking him to the nearest hotel and having her way with him was no longer even appealing. “What did you just say to me?”

His eyebrows lifted as he finally caught on that his mouth was digging the hole deeper. “Look doll I’m just saying…” he stopped at her raised eyebrow.

“You did not just say that to me. You did not seriously just say that to me, what the hell is wrong with you?”

He slammed his old fashioned glass down hard on the wooden bistro table. “See this is exactly what’s wrong with you so called powerful women. You go around being all tough and acting like a man and then you wonder why no man will have you.” He reached over and gently laid his hand on top of hers. “But I will have you doll. All of you and any way you want me to take you, I will.” He smiled. Smiled. Like he was offering her some sort of gift.

She smiled her most sugary sweet smile, slowly batting her eyelashes like she was Betty Boop and leaned forward, hoping her B cup was enough to divert his attention from her clenched jaw and steel gaze. “Oh well gee thanks,” she drawled in her best impression of a Southern gentlewoman. “I guess my life is complete if some fucking Neanderthal says he’ll have me as long as I pay for him to sit around on his lazy ass all day long!” Alexis pushed her chair back harshly as she stood, grabbing her purse and leaning into him. “Here’s a little tip for you doll face,” she patted his cheek slightly harder than necessary, “next time a woman looks like this and shows up for a date with your sorry ass, just keep that beautiful mouth closed. Judging by what’s come out of that mouth tonight, I’m sure there’s only one thing you do well with it.” With that parting shot, she headed for the door.

“You’re missin’ out babe!” She didn’t bother to respond since the door cut off whatever other asinine comment he was shouting.

Outside Alex dug her ticket from her nude clutch and handed it over to the gawking young valet who quickly shuffled off to bring her car around. He’s cute, maybe I’ll become a cougar before my time. She shook her head at her wayward thoughts and made her way to the door the now blushing valet held open for her. “Thanks,” she muttered handing him a twenty dollar bill.

“My pleasure ma’am,” the kid turned an even brighter shade of red as he handed her into the driver’s seat while sneaking a long peek at her legs.

“Hey kid.”

He looked up, chagrined at being caught staring. “Yeah?”

“When you’re staring at a woman’s legs like you’re picturing them being wrapped around your head, don’t call her ‘ma’am’. Got it?”

He nodded, this time not bothering to turn his attention away from the way the skirt of her dress rode up her thighs. “Sure thing lady.” He closed the door and moved his gaze to her chest.

“Now kid, do these legs look like they belong to a lady?” She laughed lightly.

He shook his head vigorously. “No lady I know, that’s for sure.”

Alexis laughed harder this time as she slid her seatbelt into place. “Thanks kid, you just made my night.”

“Hey I’m not a kid, I’m almost twenty!”

“If I’m still single in five years I’ll come find you,” she waved as she pulled away with a bright smile on her face.

Review ~ Sweetly, Deeply, Absolutely – Kira Archer

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Hello, Mr. Right…for Now.

With a month off from culinary school, Jenny Boyd has some serious party plans. Especially when the hottest guy in the club literally lands in her lap. He’s 6’2” of cocky, sexy, man-candy, and just as commitment-phobic as she is.

She’s definitely off limits…

Graphic designer Jared Crew is shocked when his best friend’s sister-in-law doesn’t remember him right away. Luckily, she is more than willing to let him jog her memory, no complications required.

It’s all fun and games…until the condom breaks.

Yes, I liked this story. I love Kira Archer and more often than not, her books offer me a really good time for a few hours and Sweet, Deeply, Absolutely was no different.

Mostly.

It took me some time to warm up to Jenny. I mean, I love a hard partying chef in training as much as the next girl but…it seemed a little over the top especially considering we got to see NONE of that in the book. It was as though they were talking about someone different altogether. But other than that Jenny seemed like a cool and capable chick that I wouldn’t mind knocking back a few with. Again, mostly.

The buildup, watching Jenny and Jared dance around one another and fight the attraction was entertaining. Normally this is part of the story that turns me off because—hello, adults use their words—but here it worked well. Although I wondered if they both loved casual and she wouldn’t be around long, why not have a fun and sweaty fling? Then they came together and holy smokes! These two are hot as hell and burn up the pages even when all they do is kiss.

And when the sh*t hits the fan, I love that these two seemingly immature people are able to only mildly freak out and deal with life as it happens. Instead of going from the bedroom to a walk down the aisle, they actually got to know one another which made the read more realistic and a lot more enjoyable. A broken condom is no sane person’s ideal method of achieving a happy ending, and I loved that Jenny and Jared became friends first because hey, just in case.

Sweetly, Deeply, Absolutely was a fun read and I have no actual complaints about the story because I adored it. The only thing that really got to me wasn’t a ‘writing’ issue but another Jenny issue. She kept claiming that Jared was too immature and that he wasn’t ready for responsibility because of how he chose to live his life. From his job to his living arrangements, nothing was ever good enough. FOR A CHICK ON SUMMER BREAK!!! I just felt like she was the pot calling the kettle black when he had his life perfectly situated for his current circumstance. It got really annoying and there were some points where I just wished he would tell her off and remind her of her own sh*t.

This is an older read, about a year old, but it was sitting in my Kindle just waiting to be read which means I must now go back and see if books 1 & 2 are hiding from me!