★ Cat Johnson ★ ZERO FORKS ★

© ✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰

   

• 28 July 2020
• Opposites-Attract Rom-Com
(Younger Man / Older Woman!)
• Small Town Secrets #4
• Coming Soon: Mister Naughty (A Mudville Christmas Wedding with Harper & Stone!)

★★★★★

4.5 Stars

BOONE

I know a BS excuse when I hear one. And she's thrown a dozen at me about why we can't be together. I only have one thing to say to all of that. The number of fuc--uh--forks I give about what other people think about us is zero. A big fat goose egg.

See! I've even learned to watch my language around her and the kid. I'm that serious about proving to this woman she needs to give me--give us--a chance. That it doesn't matter if she is a little older than me, or that I work for her, or that the Mudville gossip mill has chosen us as the topic du jour.

All that matters is that I can prove to her that life, especially life in a small town, is so much better when you don't give a fu--um, I mean--fork.

Dammit, that swear jar is going to bankrupt me!

SARAH

I've sworn off men. Work is my life now and that's exactly the way I like it.

That's what makes it extra uncomfortable that the adorable pre-schooler I inherited for six months while my sister is deployed has chosen a hot, ripped and much too sunshiny twenty-something farm boy as our new live-in nanny.

Boone's too sweet and good with the boy for me to fire him, but dammit he needs to start wearing more clothes around the house because I'm one hard ab away from breaking my vow of celibacy with a man who's ridiculously wrong for me.

Zero Forks is an opposites attract, older woman younger man, steamy, grumpy boss romance set in Mudville, the crazy small town you’ve come to know and love.
 

Boone. We all remember him as the adorable, fun & cheery youngest Morgan brother.
Now he'll finally get his own happily ever after!
Sarah is 39 and up for a huge promotion at work - just as her sister has to leave the country for her military job and Sarah has to take care of three year old Stewie.
Enter Mudville and Boone.
Sarah moves into town and hires him as a Nanny / Manny.
And next to his job on the family farm, other jobs for neighbors and friends and being a Nanny now too - he's busy trying to convince Sarah that he's the right man for her!
But it won't be easy, because the woman of his dreams is a tiny 13 years older than him and so not interested. Well, of course she is mega interested in the hot young guy. But what would people say? She can't fall for such a young guy, right?

LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!




Super Adorable!

Just like the first books in this series, this one was über-adorable and funny and small-towny and sparky and just totally sweet. I LOVED it!

Boone is such a sweet and cheery, happy person. And Sarah is such a cool business woman who has kinda sworn off men. But they would be so perfect for each other.
But the age difference! I'm not really a fan of huge age-gaps in romances, but it was soo adorable this time! I just loved reading this story. The words just raced from my kindle through my brain ... not like many other books, where you have to take breaks and go get a coffee every 15 minutes☺. This one wanted to be read in one go. I just adored everything in it!

I also loved seeing all the other people again!

I soo need to see this town on Netflix one day!

ZERO FORKS was such an adorable + funny + sweet small town reverse-age-gap love story! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Boone - this one is MINE!

Copy received from author for an honest review

Back to Mudville - and early! Woot!

I have been keen (ha, I'm a poet!) for Boone's story from he start of this series, and Cat Johnson has not disappointed.

This is the second book in a row that has a manny, and I gotta say... me likey!

I adore the small town feel of this series.  I live in a small town, so I completely get the lack of privacy and the gossipy nature of the book.  You can't sneeze in my town without someone 2 streets over saying bless you, so I get Sarah's reluctance to do things with Boone in public.

And my oh my, how freaking wonderful and adorable is Boone.  I love his always happy go lucky attitude, and love love love the way he goes all in for Sarah from the start.

Not going to lie, every time I read Stewie, I did think of Stewie from family guy hahaha. And I also thought throughout the story that something might happen with Stewie's mum - am glad it didn't.

I can't get enough of the couples we have previously met, and I wouldn't say no to more of them in the future.

Please Ms Johnson, make it happen!

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 It all started in first grade when Cat Johnson won the essay contest at Hawthorne Elementary School and got to ride in the Chief of Police's car in the Memorial Day Parade...and the rest, as they say, is history. As an adult, Cat generally tries to stay out of police cars and is thrilled to be writing for a living. She has been published under a different name in the Young Adult genre, but released her first romance in 2006.

Today, she is a NY Times & USA Today best-selling, award-winning author of contemporary romance and contracted with Kensington and Samhain Publishing. She's also sponsored real live bull riding cowboys.

--from the author's website

💜 Max Monroe 💋 HATE THE PLAYER 💜 #BlogTour #Excerpt 💋

© ✰ Bianca ✰ 

• 21 July 2020
• connected standalone
• ►Luca & Billie's story◄
• ►Harrison & Raquel's story◄ 
• ... and since we always (not this time!) see a lot of former heroes in a Max Monroe book, why not start with Max Monroe's very first and very hilarious book ►Tapping The Billionaire◄

★★★★★
4.5 Stars

“Roses are red, violets are blue, stay away from Andrew Watson’s *ahem* because no other women ever do.”

That’s quite the way to start a conversation at a casual lunch, huh? Grilled chicken, French fries, and pelvic-fatigue, oh my!

And that’s not even the worst of it.

My friend Raquel didn’t pull any punches when she warned me about my brand-new costar and his notoriously player-esque ways. Apparently, my most important mission on my first role in a feature film is to stay immune to his charms.

Are you kidding me? Production costs on this movie are in the hundreds of thousands a day, and staying away from a panty-whispering, vajayjay-charmer is supposed to be at the top of my list? Pfft. Puh-lease.

It doesn’t matter that he’s annoyingly attractive, uber rich, crazy famous, and lusted after by ninety percent of the female population; Andrew Watson is trouble with a capital T—especially for a woman like me.

As a preventative measure, I’ve decided to go ahead and hate him.

Don’t worry, you guys, I’m completely in control. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to do something stupid like fall in love with him.

I can hate the player but still secretly love his addictive game.

I’m sure of it.

We already heard a little about Birdie and Andrew in the last books. But this can be read as a complete standalone.
Birdie has been pretty famous in Nashville for the last seven years, doing her Country Music Star thingy.
And Andrew. He's a huge Hollywoodstar. Has been for 15 years now.
And he's also a huge manwhore. At least that's what Birdie's friends and family are telling her. Do not fall for that guy!
Why are they telling her that? Because they will be working together on a film very soon!
Birdie's first ever movie role. She's super excited and super scared.
And über flirty Andrew is not really helping 'un-scare' her when they first meet ... LOL!



LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!

ADORABLE!!!

I loved this story!
It was such a sweet and funny and Hollywoody enemies to lovers romance!
Birdie is just so adorable and sweet Country darling-ish. And Andrew is so the opposite. Hollywood's ladies' man. Constantly flirting and joking. Hilarious. They're so perfect for each other, but of course it will take them a while to get to that happily ever after. But the reader enjoys every moment of that journey!

I LOVED the scenes around the middle of the book where some baked goods were consumed by someone. LOL!!!!

I didn't love that there were soo many 'jokes' or 'funny' lines in the story. I noticed that in the last MM books too. It's a bit like they have a notebook full of one liners or phrases or whatnot, and they shake them out into every story. In almost every paragraph is one of those - to me at least - not very funny jokes. It's too much. I would much rather have a real good laugh instead of 10 not very funny little ones. But most readers will still love that. And it definitely got a bit better during the story.

I really loved reading this! It was funny, sweet, Hollywoody.
I loved that Birdie's sister was in it a lot too!

How are none of Max Monroe's books streaming their behinds off on Netflix yet??? The world is a weird and sad place!!

HATE THE PLAYER was a funny & adorable & Hollywoody enemies to lovers romance! Hurry to your nearest amazon for your own Andrew - he'll be sold out in no time!!!

♥ EXCERPT ♥

Birdie

True to my name, I’m about to take fucking flight. At least, I would if I could.

In this moment, it really would have been helpful if my trainer hadn’t successfully eliminated all the extra flappy meat on my upper arms. Surely, if I got them going fast enough, the wind beneath those bat wings could have carried me up and through the ceiling of this place.

C’mon, you big baby, I coach myself. You can do this.

One cavernous breath into my lungs and then another and another, and eventually, just before my vision turns tunneled, I will my feet to move away from the door.

Gleaming marble floors, golden statues, and a freaking fountain in the center, the lobby of Capo Brothers Studios is everything I should have expected and more.

If everything is bigger in Texas, then everything is most certainly richer in LA.

I check in with security quickly, my voice only a little croaky thanks to the frog in my throat, and head for the elevator bank at the far side of the lobby.

I’m to head to the fifteenth floor, I’m told, and then go straight down the hall to the glass doors on the left at the end. There, I’ll find William Capo’s office—the head honcho and only surviving brother of Capo Brothers.

My cowgirl boots are noisy on the marble floors when I do as instructed. The sound you make when you walk is such a small detail—one I don’t normally think about—but the echo of their clack today makes my heart feel like it’s knocking into my rib cage and each step across the ornate floor is merely a sound effect.

Fifteen floors eclipse quickly—clearly, they’ve spared no expense on their elevator—and the hallway that leads to William’s office seems strangely one-directional. Like once I go down it—once I take this step—there will be no going back. Which is probably why, after forcing myself to go the distance to the end, I pause at the open door, the points of my booted toes just shy of crossing the line.

“Good morning.” A pretty assistant dressed in a white power suit greets me before I’ve even cleared the threshold of the door, and all thoughts of escape are dashed. Like it or not, I’ve just been shoved over the line. I will my feet to do the same as she continues to speak. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Birdie Harris,” I answer and have to swallow hard against the dryness threatening to close my throat. “I have an audition.”

My nerves are so obvious, the assistant offers a sympathetic smile.

If she were from my childhood hometown in West Virginia, she’d most likely be thinking Bless her heart.

She taps something across the keyboard of her iMac and places her hand to the Bluetooth at her ear. “Mr. Capo, I have Birdie Harris here.” Immediately, she looks away from the computer and meets my eyes. “They’ll be ready for you shortly. You can take a seat over there.” She points behind me, back through the door and across the hall to what I’m assuming is a fancy-schmancy waiting room of some sort. I haven’t encountered a place in the building that doesn’t have some sort of gilded or marble inlay, so I highly doubt I’m going to step through that door and into a room styled by the set designer for Saw. Though, I can’t say some sort of torture device wouldn’t be completely misplaced right now. I’m already doing a pretty good job of mentally waterboarding myself with worry.

I offer a little nod, keeping my twisted, sicko thoughts to myself. I doubt they’re interested in hiring a woman on the brink of a hysterical episode.

The secretary quirks a brow, and I realize, though I’ve nodded my affirmation of understanding, I’ve yet to move.

Good God, Birdie! Go sit down.

Annoyed with myself, I turn on my boots and march across the hall so violently, it’s like there’s an invisible person helping me along with a heavy hand at the nape of my neck.

When I cross into the room, a man is sitting on a swanky leather sofa with his booted feet up on the coffee table. He glances up briefly before returning his eyes to the phone in his lap. Embarrassed, I smooth my clomps instantly.

You’re a gazelle, Birdie, not a herd of buffalo, I coach. Move like it.

With his attention occupied, I survey him more closely as I move to take a seat across from him. He’s wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt, and his jawline would make steel beams look weak. Seriously. Confronted with an earthquake, I would seek shelter right under the eave of his jaw.

I’d love to get another peek at his eyes just to study the color, but fearing the eye contact that would require, I’m careful not to make any overt noises that might draw his attention again.

When he smirks, a devilish proposition-like smile at the screen of his phone, I don’t have to wonder anymore.

Oh no. I know exactly who this man is.

Andrew Watson.

The very man Rocky warned me about and I subsequently Instagram stalked. A laundry list of different women dotted through his timeline, it confirmed everything Rocky told me and then some.

All relaxed and cool, he sits on the white leather sofa with one arm outstretched across the back. Confidence and charm ooze from every freaking cell in his body. No doubt, Andrew Watson is more than capable of commanding the attention of everyone in the room, no matter the situation.

No wonder he’s one of Hollywood’s most famous actors.

The only time I have that kind of quiet confidence is when I’m onstage, singing my songs, lost in the music I created.

Just play it cool, Birdie.

On a deep breath, I force the uncertainty and unease out of my shoulders and settle my ass into the sofa across from him. He shifts again, crossing one ankle over the other and casually adjusting the denim at his crotch.

My eyes are immediately drawn to his bulge, and thanks to Rocky’s colorful descriptions of his favorite appendage, a little penis-shaped soldier is burned in my brain. After a few seconds of imagining the shape of his helmet and intensity of his salute, I jerk my gaze away in a panic.

Jesus. As if this audition wasn’t screwing with my head enough! Now I have Saving Ryan’s Privates, a military-themed porno my head just made up starring Staff Sergeant Dick Richardson, complicating things even more!

I must make a noise I don’t realize—the sound of my saliva gurgling in my throat while I choke on it, perhaps—because Andrew looks at me with curious eyes. I try like hell to keep my calm and act like I haven’t just gone to mental war with the soldier in his pants, but there’s only so much hysteria containment my mind is capable of.

“Uh…hi,” I say, trying so dang hard not to glance back down at his crotch that I start spewing diarrhea of the mouth about goddamn military-themed movies. “I never saw A Few Good Men, but I hear Tom Cruise was good in it.” When I realize what I’ve just said makes absolutely no sense to him—punctuated perfectly by his eyebrows drawing together noticeably—the gurgling saliva turns into a full-blown choke, and suddenly, the only way to breathe is through a hacking cough.

Holy shit, I’m too anxious to be around other humans right now! Also, I’m going to kill Rocky for putting this crap in my head about this guy’s penis.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I hold up my hand in some kind of gesture. I’m not sure of its technical name, but its meaning is clear—please forget I exist right now.

He asks me once more, but I nod, and once the embarrassing coughing fit passes, I meet his piercingly gray-blue eyes—seeing their color is strikingly unavoidable now—and I offer a halfhearted smile.

“Sorry,” I apologize. I didn’t mean to drag him into an impromptu SNL sketch where I choke on spit and say ridiculously inappropriate, off-the-wall things. “I guess you could say I’m a little nervous.”

His responding smile gleams so bright, I have to wonder if he has an endorsement deal with Crest toothpaste. His mouth would make a dental hygienist get on their hands and knees and thank the Lord above.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. There’s no need to be nervous around me,” he responds, punctuating his words with a wink.

If my mind were a screenplay, the nerves would be exiting stage left.

Did he seriously just wink at me after assuming that I’m nervous to be in his presence?

Surely, I’m hearing this wrong. No one is that obsessed with themselves…right?

“Excuse me?” I ask, and his megawatt smile is still ever-present.

“If you’d like me to sign an autograph or take a selfie with you,” he enunciates slowly, as if my being able to understand him clearly was the problem. “I can probably sneak that in before I have to head in there.”

His autograph? You have got to be kidding me. He sure is a cocky bastard—and for the first time today, I’m not even talking about his dick.

Like the tip of a match being swiped across the edge of a matchbook, aggravation bursts into my veins.

“I’m here for an audition,” I assert.

Unfazed, he quirks a brow as if to say, my invitation for an autograph still stands.

Attractive or not, this guy is one of the biggest asses I’ve ever been around.

“I’m Birdie Harris. I’m auditioning for the role of Arizona Lee.”

And I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna land this acting gig just to spite this prick.

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Over two years ago, a dynamic duo of romance authors teamed up under the pseudonym Max Monroe, and, well, the rest is history...

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​