Tuesday 14 August 2018

✪ BOY TOY 🐀 Sarina Bowen & Tanya Eby 🐀 #ManHands3 🐀 standalone ✪

© Bianca Janeane

• standalone RomCom
• 14 August 2018
• 452 pages
• Book #3 in the MAN HANDS series
(can be read as a standalone - but PLEASE read the other books too! ☺)

5 Stars
BOY TOY, a new stand-alone comedy by Sarina Bowen & Tanya Eby


The moment Sadie Matthews walks through the daycare center door, I feel my world tilt in her direction. Again. I fell for her when I was fourteen, and I’m still not over her. Problem: she still thinks of me as a teen she used to babysit. But I’ve learned a few things about pleasing a woman in the last fifteen years. I can’t wait to show her how good it could be. I need to move quickly before I lose her again. This is more than a game to me, but I still plan to win.


I’ve just survived the worst year of my life. As a single mom of twin toddlers, I don’t have time for a man. I barely have time to finish a thought. Who knew that Liam McAllister would grow up to be so devastating? He’s everything my husband was not: tall, built, and willing to have a tea party with my girls.

I can’t possibly get involved with him. He’s too young for me. Too handsome. But he’s so persuasive...

We already met Sadie in the first two books. She used to be married - more or less happily. Now she's a single mom to her two adorable 2-year-old twin girls Kate and Amy.
Enter Liam - he's working at the day care center where Sadie has to park her girls every morning.
Liam used to be madly in love with Sadie. 15 years ago, when he was a pimply 14 year old and Sadie was the hot 20 year old nanny for his younger siblings.
Liam is still mega-attracted to Sadie - he could definitely see something long-term. But Sadie couldn't start anything with him, right? She's not a cougar!!! But he's sooooo hot and nice and amazing with the girls ... ugh .....



I loved every moment of this story.
The three girlfriends together are hilarious!
The toddlers are mega adorable!
Sadie and Liam together are SPARKAGE!
They would be so amazing together, but of course poor Sadie thinks it would be wrong to date such a young guy. The babysitter of her kids!
But five years younger is nothing! 29 is the perfect age for a guy, right???!!!☺
And then there's also the fact that Liam might have to leave the country for his university research stuff for a few months ... Added to that are problems with her ex husband and his parents ....Those two definitely have some stuff to overcome until we can ride off into our happily ever after sunset together!

This was such an amazingly adorable and funny and sexy and swoony romance with some serious moments and problems thrown into the mix!

What's hotter than a sexy guy being all adorable with those two twin girls? Ugh!

Those two little girls are soo cute. I love the little future football player with her helmet! LOL!

I adored this book and I really hope those 2 ladies will bring us something new one day soon!
There's still Sadie's sister and Braht's brother left to find partners for! And I wouldn't mind reading about Liam's siblings either! So that's 5 more possible books by those 2 amazing writing partners! YAY!

Another thing I really like - the setting of these books. We're in Grand Rapids, Michigan. No book has ever stepped foot into Michigan. I really love it when we're in a real place. Not some imaginary town in Anywhere, USA.

BOY TOY was such an amazing romance!
Funny  Sexy  Sweet • Serious • Perfect 
Run to your nearest amazon for your own Liam! This one is MINE!!!!

Copy received for an honest review

This book.  This book was everything!  From the minute I picked it up, I was hooked.  I was out on a day trip with friends, and I had to take my Kindle with me, as I didnt' want to stop reading.

Sadie is friends with Ash and Brynn from Man Hands and Man Card (please tell me you have read them, and if not, why not?).  These three ladies together are a hoot!

Sadie is a divorced mum of twin 2 year old girls, who are absolute scene stealers.

Liam is their day care teacher - whom Sadie used to babysit.
  Can anyone say "le sigh - man looking after kidlets"

Once they meet up again, sparks fly.  Sadie is having all sorts of "hot for (early childhood) teacher thoughts, and Liam's babysitter crush is back bigger and better than ever.

I love them together.  I love that there is no over the top drama, that they work things out like adults, and even though they have their hurdles, they don't do stupid crap about them.

I will say that I wanted to deck Sadie's ex D!icker....  I mean Decker.  He is a douche canoe of the biggest kind!

But 2 year old Kate made up for everything.  She is awesome lol

I couldn't help but smile the whole time I was reading Boy Toy.  I laughed, I cried, I swooned.

I hope that Ms Bowen and Ms Eby continue writing together, as this Man Hands series would have to be one of my favourite series of the year.

I can't wait to see what they bring us next.

5 big fat ducks!



I messed up. Big time.
These are my thoughts as I rush into the bathroom for the world’s fastest shower. The hot spray of water judges me as I hastily wash Liam off my thighs.
A better mother wouldn’t let this happen. I shouldn’t have a younger lover. If I didn’t, he wouldn’t be so deliciously appealing. I couldn’t lose my mind, wake him up out of a sound sleep to ride him like a pony. And then collapse beside him in peaceful, sated slumber.
Seriously, how did I let that happen?
You know how, my hormones scold me. Because he’s the hottest thing you’ve ever tasted.
Oh yeah. That.
After showering I get dressed at top speed. Poor Liam is currently shouldering all my parental responsibilities. Throwing on yesterday’s sundress, I pause for a moment to pop a birth control pill, because that’s one thing I won’t goof up.
Then I hurry downstairs.
The sight in the kitchen gives me heart palpitations. But not because there’s flour dusting much of the countertop. Rather, it’s the hot, shirtless guy holding my toddler and making a dump truck sound as Amy tips the measuring spoon over a bowl.
“Yes! Well done, little miss,” he says, relieving her of the spoon. “Batter up!” he says, easing her to the floor and catching Kate, who’s trying to climb him like a tree.
Aren’t we all.
Liam easily rests Kate on one of his perfect arms, measures a half teaspoon of baking powder one-handed and then hands the spoon to Kate. “Beep beep beep,” he says, making the sound of a truck backing up. “Look out below!”
Kate dumps the spoonful into the bowl and giggles.
“Awesome. Who wants to add the milk?”
“My do it!” Amy yells.
Boy, I need another minute of alone time to compose myself. Because I love this picture a little too much. I love Liam’s ease with my girls. I love how calm he is at the center of toddler-induced mayhem.
It causes a little pain in my heart as I allow myself one more comparison to my former life. The truth is I never once saw Decker elbows-deep in kitchen chaos with a kid on one arm. Starting breakfast with twins in tow? He was more likely to captain a NASA expedition to Mars than he was to do this simple Saturday morning thing.
I feel like crying for no reason at all. Clearly I’m on some kind of emotional overload. Maybe coffee will help.
Sliding into the kitchen, I go right for the coffee grounds.
“Mama!” Amy says. “Wiam making pancakes.”
“That is amazing,” I say in a wobbly voice. “What a lucky girl you are.”
“Sorry about the mess,” he says, casting a glance in my direction. And I know he doesn’t just mean the flour on the counter, but the bigger mess of waking up naked in my bed.
“You know,” I say with a small sigh. “Messes shouldn’t scare me so much. It’s going to be fine.”
Liam’s smile is so filled with relief, that I now feel like an ogre. This man wants to make pancakes with us on Saturday morning, and I said no to that before? I’m clearly insane.
“Which frying pan should I use?” he asks, casting an eye on the cookware hanging from the rack over the sink.
“Oh, no. You want this.” I pull a double-burner griddle out of a lower cabinet.
“Oooh,” he says. “Mommy has the fancy pancake griddle.”
Kate giggles. She’s gazing at Liam as if he invented fun.
And in my life, I guess he did.
Here’s the tricky thing about being a shrink—sometimes you notice that you’re doing something that’s exactly contrary to the advice you’d give your patients.
I’m having one of those moments right now.
If I had a single mom in my office telling me there was a lovely guy in her life who was kind to her kids—and yet she was giving him the stiff arm? I’d tell her: “Be kind to yourself. Don’t push away the good people in your life, especially if you think you don’t deserve them. Let people surprise you.”
I’m such a hypocrite.
Also, I need caffeine.
Ten minutes later I’m sipping from a mug of coffee, but Liam’s is cooling on the countertop. The man has his hands full right now as he puts pancakes on the griddle with “help” from my daughters.
“How about a few of these?” he asks, holding up a bag of chocolate chips. Meanwhile, Kate waves the spatula around like a ninja. “A guy needs to make smiley faces in his pancakes sometimes.”
Good. Lord. It’s a miracle I’m not just a puddle of my former self right now. This is some serious mommy porn I’m watching. Shirtless guy feeds toddlers before eight a.m. I walk over to the high cabinet where I keep the ramekins. “We could make smiley faces with dried organic currants,” I say, just to be a pain in the ass.
Liam makes a face of disgust as I take the chocolate chips from his hand and pour some into a ramekin. “Joking! Here.”
He gives me a big, hot smile. Okay, it probably wasn’t meant to be hot, but I feel flutters down below.
“Choc-it!” Kate yells, grabbing for the ramekin.
“Easy,” Liam says with a laugh. “That’s for my artwork. Come here and I’ll show you.”
I set the table and pour the sippy cups of milk. And Liam manages to serve up two smiley pancakes—one for each girl—at exactly the same moment, in exactly the same size. This is a man who knows his way around toddlers.
“Not cut it!” Amy yells when I approach her plate with a knife. She picks up the pancake in two hands and takes a bite right out of the side of its face.
“Okay, right.” I back away. Forks are optional today, then. No big deal.
Liam takes advantage of this moment of quiet to quickly pour six more pancakes onto the griddle. He leans over his work, dotting them with chocolate chips.
I step closer to him and put a hand on his lower back. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“For trashing your kitchen?”
“No.” He glances at me and I give him a shy smile. “For being so amazing all the time.”
His eyes get very warm, and I just want to stay right here in that blue-eyed gaze as long as I can. “This might be a good time to confess that I didn’t make smiley faces on my own pancakes.”
“No?” I look down at the griddle. Side by side, two of them have a different design—little bullseyes in their centers. “Those are…?”
“Boobs,” he whispers. “My inner fourteen-year-old has a dirty mind. He can’t shut it off sometimes.”
“Drink your coffee,” I whisper, handing him the mug. “Sit down. Let me finish these for you. Or go put on a shirt because my inner fourteen-year-old has her tongue hanging out all the time, too.”
He gives me a wicked, wicked smile and then runs upstairs to find his shirt.


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You haven't read Sarina & Elle Frank's amazing M/M HIM & US books??? DO IT NOW!!!
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also super-amazing is Sarina's TRUE NORTH series:

Sarina writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.

She is the author of The Ivy Years, an award-winning series set amid the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college.

Waiting for more Ivy Years? You can read more about upcoming volumes in the four book series at http://www.sarinabowen.com/theivyyears

Also, the Gravity series.

Sarina enjoys skiing, espresso drinks and the occasional margarita. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.

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Tanya is a starving artist without the starving part. Maybe, then, she's a snacking artist. She lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan with her two kids and tiki-obssessed husband and writes quirky fiction. 

After writing a gripping, dark, gothic novel IN THE GARDEN ROOM, Tanya decided to switch it up. She's hard at work on a romcom, which doesn't feel like work at all.

She likes to keep things interesting. 

She is also an award-winning narrator and audiobook publisher. She has been lucky to narrate some of the best books around...600 and counting! Many of the books she narrates are NY Times bestsellers. 

She loves the challenge of narrating and truly adores words. Reading other writers' work encourages her to keep working on her own.

Please visit Tanya at http://www.tanyaeby.com 
Her production company can be found at https://www.blunderwomanproductions.com