Recklessly Ever After Book Tour & Giveaway

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Recklessly Ever After
Reckless Hearts Book 3
by Heather Van Fleet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“Sweet, funny, romantic and oh so very sexy!
Prepare to swoon
, New York Times

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Reckless Hearts
Gavin St. James
After the hell I’ve been through in the Marines
—in life—there’s nothing
I crave more than routine, stability, peace. Until McKenna Brewer
walks into my life.
She’s impulsive, fiery, tempting as hell, and
everything I don’t need. But
when she offers me a night of no-strings-attached passion, I can’t
When our night together has unexpected
consequences, I can’t help but
think this might be the perfect opportunity to show McKenna just how
much I want her.
The only problem? She doesn’t do forevers.
But forever is exactly what I
need with her.

The Right Kind of Reckless
Reckless Hearts Book 2
Maxwell Martinez
I’m in
love with a woman I can’t have, and there’s absolutely nothing I
can do to stop myself from falling.
The problem?
Her brother’s my best friend.
I shouldn’t want her this much. Not when it
goes against the bro code.
Not when I’ve never been able to commit to a woman for longer than a
But one look into her eyes and I’m a mess for
her. She’s my everything.
And I have to walk away with nothing.

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Reckless Hearts
Reckless Hearts Book 1
Between boot camp and two TOD’s in
Iraq, my buddies Max, Gavin and me have
been through some serious hell. So the last thing I ever expected was
to find the biggest challenge of my life back home.
My girlfriend died. I couldn’t even attend her
funeral, let alone tell
her goodbye or that I’m sorry I wasn’t there like I should’ve been.
But she left me a gift. The best and scariest
one I could’ve ever asked
for. One I didn’t think I could handle…until the day I saw her tiny
blues looking up at me in that airport. Chloe.
Now here I am, raising my baby girl-with the
help of my two best friends.
Things couldn’t be better. Until she walked into my life.
All I wanted was a nanny. Someone to take
care of my girl when I
couldn’t. What I didn’t count on was Addison, the brown-eyed
temptress with a body of sin, and everything I didn’t need, but
suddenly wanted.

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Heather Van Fleet is stay-at-home-mom turned book boyfriend connoisseur.

She’s a wife to her high school sweetheart, a mom to three little
girls, and in her spare time you can find her with her head buried in
her Kindle, guzzling down copious amounts of coffee.

Heather graduated from Black Hawk College in 2003 with an associate
and has been working in the publishing industry for over five years.
She’s represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary.

With a couple of nineties rom-coms tucked inside my purse, under my arm, and a fresh carton of Ben &
Jerry’s in a bag hanging off my forearm, buried in the bottom of my purse, I was determined to make
up for lost time.
I knocked twice, like always. Once to make my presence known, and the next to make sure Max wasn’t
in there screwing one of his many flavors—though I didn’t see his car either. Unlike every other time I’d
stopped by, nobody answered…at least at first. But then I heard it—a grunt, followed by a, fuck me and
then an, I’m coming, hold on.
“Oh, God.” I took a step back, looking over my shoulder toward the driveway, more than ready to run.
No, no, no. I knew that voice.
There was no time to escape, though, because a second later he was there. And quite frankly, my legs
weren’t capable of moving, either. Because the moment that door whipped open and I saw him standing
there, I was screwed with a capital S.
“McKenna…” He said my name on an exhale, while his hypnotic green eyes raked over me in one long,
agonizing swoop. His cheeks grew bright red—making him look bashful and, adorable, not the tough-
guy like his friends tried to be. When he bowed his head, I took a second to look him over too, frowning
when I noted a clump of black sticky, gooey stuff clinging to the ends of his lashes, and a smearing of
something shiny and red on the corners of his lips and clinging to his beard.
“H-hi.” I cleared my throat, attempting to remember why I was there in the first place. His The intensity
emitting from this man tended to make me forget pretty much everything.
“What are you doing here?” He folded his arms over his massive chest. The same chest I’d touched… The
same chest I’d kissed…
I blinked. “Where’s Addie?”He frowned and that beard of his shifted, conforming with the movements of his jaw. “Grocery store.
She asked me to watch Chloe for half an hour.”
“You? Watch Chloe?” I snorted.
“Yeah. Me.” His eyebrows drew together as he propped one hand against the door frame, a dare in his
words that said, challenge me, and you will lose.
Except I highly doubted this man could ever beat me in a match of wits. Regardless, he did have me
mesmerized, like as always. His hotness, his coyness, the vulnerability I knew he embodied… Total.
Human. Catnip.
I swallowed, watching his forearm flex. Gavin was humongous in every sense of the word. I may might
have been a little tipsy when we’d had sex, but the delicious soreness between my legs the next
morning proved that big was so very worth it.
My face grew hot at the memory, my mouth opening and closing like a dunce’s. Who was I? Where was
I? And why the hell did I have an unexplainable urge to drop to my knees before him?
Because you like him.
I held my chin up high, ignoring my inner voice yet again. “Mind if I come in and make sure you didn’t tie
the tyke up?” Without waiting for a response, I ducked under his outstretched arm, holding my breath
as I did. Unfortunately, the air in my lungs did little to block the heavenly, masculine smell he emitted.
Spice, pine, soap… The combination made my lady parts tingle and my head spin in remembrance.
I didn’t do men for more than a night. Not anymore. Not since Penis-head Head Paul. So, what was my
issue? One and done, that’s the way it was supposed to be. Not third time’s a charm, damn it.
Ignoring his are-you-kidding-me-expression, I headed into the living room, finding the coffee table filled
with all things princess. Crowns, feather boas, fake earrings, and… “Is that makeup?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, um, give me a second, would ya?”
I grinned at him, watching, yet again, as he bowed his head—this time rubbing at the clingy black goo on
his eyes and, yes, the red lipstick on his beard.
Oh. My. God.
He’d let the kid put it on him?
Be still, my beating heart.
“Sure. Take your time.” My lips twitched as I watched him rush down the hall. The bathroom door shut a
second later, followed by an explicit amount of cursing as the water began to run. I giggled, knowing
exactly what he was doing. Washing it off.
Something tugged on the leg of my pants, forcing me to look down. I couldn’t help but smile wider when
I found the little lady that who had enamored my bestie—and maybe even myself—standing at my feet.
Chloe was dressed in jammies, yet she wore a fancy crown with and that the same red lipstick and black
mascara as that Gavin had on his face, painted mostly on her chin and cheeks.

“Hey, kiddo.” I crouched down in front of her, touching her shoulder. “Are you having fun with Uncle
She nodded wildly, her eyes bright and blue like her daddy’s. She pressed her tiny hands over her mouth
a second later and giggled, looking over my shoulder. I stood and turned, finding Gavin shirtless, and
using his T-shirt to dry his face, the abs of that gloriously, flat stomach making my throat run dry.
My knees grew weak at the image, and I plopped onto the edge of the chair, trying to curb the shaking
in my hands. Jesus, I needed to get it myself together.
“Beaner. Grab your pretty princess stuff and put it back in the bag before Addie gets home, okay?
Remember our secret? No telling her about the make-up .”
Chloe nodded quickly, hauling the stuff up into her arms.
With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I watched him sit on the coffee table in front of her,
holding out the bag. As a team, they piled up all the stuff and stowed it in the bag Gavin was holding.
Seconds later, Chloe ran down the hall, her feet pattering against the floor.
I looked at his lap, briefly scanning his long legs tucked under a pair of mesh basketball shorts. They
came just above the knee and were navy blue, the letters USMC were written along the edge. And like
as if it called was calling to me, I saw the outline of his erection, growing harder with every blink of my
“You wanna sit on my lap?”
“Um…” Sweet Jesus, yes! Yes, please!
“You keep staring at my shorts.”
“Oh, uhm, no. I was just…” I looked away and nibbled on my lip, the temptation far too…tempting. If I
sat on his lap, then I might not be able to get off so easily this time. Not just in the sexual sense
either—though Gavin was very skilled at making a lady come—but in the emotional sense too. Because,
well, I wasn’t as strong as I wanted to be, and being in his arms was something I’d vowed not to do
again. Mainly because I’d liked it so much.


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42 Replies to “Recklessly Ever After Book Tour & Giveaway”

  1. I think both covers look really nice. I don’t have favorite since they are very similar to one another.

  2. I like the style of the covers, the men really aren’t to my taste but they look nice. Would like to see someone with a more edgy look.

  3. I love all of the covers, very nice! I would really like to check out Reckless Hearts. Being a single mom I like the whole single dad aspect of it.

  4. I like the book Recklessly Ever After and it’s cover because of the color choices and the pensive look on the man. I have no questions for the author.

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