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Release Blitz + My Book Review GOOD LUCK CHARM by Helena Hunting

Good Luck Charm by Helena Hunting is LIVE!



The Good Luck Charm

Is it love, or is she just his good luck charm?

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Helena Hunting absolutely delights with this witty and fun standalone contemporary romance.

Lilah isn’t sure what hurt worse: the day Ethan left her to focus on his hockey career, or the day he came back eight years later. He might think they can pick up just where they left off, but she’s no longer that same girl and never wants to be again.

Ethan Kane wants his glory days back. And that includes having Lilah by his side. With her, he was magic. They were magic. All he has to do is make her see that.

Just when Lilah might finally be ready to let him in, though, she finds out their reunion has nothing to do with her and everything to do with his game. But Ethan’s already lost her once, and even if it costs him his career, he’ll do anything to keep from losing her again.



Add on Goodreads: The Good Luck Charm

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Helena Hunting did a fun interview with some of her author friends talking about their Good Luck Charms! USA Today: Happily Ever After



If you have followed me for awhile then you know how much of a fan of Helena Hunting’s book that I am and just cannot get enough of her words!

PUCKED OFF by Helena Hunting GIVEAWAY  Release Blitz + My Book Review I FLIPPING LOVE YOU by Helena Hunting 

Helena continues writing steamy, addictive hockey series with Good Luck Charm and also includes a few of our favorite characters with cameo mentions from her PUCKED Book Series.

If you love a romantic comedy with former high school sweethearts given a second chance you will want to #oneclick ASAP!

Do you have a Good Luck Charm? I joke that my current good luck charm is a charged iPad so that when I go out to dinner with my little family the kids will be occupied and my husband and I can enjoy a few moments of adult conversation. What is your Good Luck Charm? Tell me below!


My Book Review

Helena Hunting just knows how to write a devour worthy hockey romance!



I have lusted and inhaled her Pucked Series this year and was so excited to see that she wrote another hockey romance!!!! Good Luck Charm is a bit different from her Pucked series and way more serious and less quirky, BUT Its still super marvelous, especially if you cannot get enough of Second Chance romances! And trust me there are quite some plot twists sprinkled in…




I really enjoyed this former high school sweetharts romance where the couple has to see if they can move on from their painful past… If you are a Helena Hunting fan, you will want to grab this book when it goes live and if you are new to this author go READ IT; and afterwards go read her PUCKED Book Series as she mentions a few of the characters in this book. I hope that Helena will write more about a certain eye candy doctor next… For me, I am going to cry myself to sleep as I have read all the books that Helena Hunting has said she is publishing this year and is it selfish to ask for more?


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Happy Thursday Book Friends!!!! If you have followed me for awhile then you might know about my obsession with Helena Hunting’s books…. I just love the Rom Com and quirkiness of her characters. And if your looking to getting into audiobooks I HIGHLY RECOMMEND her books, you can tell she put in vast auditions / research with finding the right actor for each story!




Tuesday, her next book in the PUCKED SERIES – Pucked Love – released on Audible and will be released in paperback on a later date. I am looking forward to listening as soon as I finish my current audiobook (I know I am entering serious bookworm status 😉 )

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So if your here only for a chance at a FREE eBook copy of PUCKED OFF by Helena Hunting then click HERE!!!!


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Release Blitz + My Book Review I FLIPPING LOVE YOU by Helena Hunting





From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting comes I Flipping Love You, a love story about flipping houses, taking risks, and landing that special someone who’s move-in ready.

Rian Sutter doesn’t usually get hit on in the grocery store, but when she notices a sexy man in a suit checking her out, she thinks maybe it’s her lucky day. Either that or the suit has a thing for sweaty, yoga-pant wearing women with excellent price matching skills.

Turns out it’s neither.

Pierce Whitfield can’t believe his luck when he’s able to track down the woman who scratched up the paint job on his car at the scene of the crime. But when he confronts the hit and run hottie, he discovers there’s not just one, but two of them, and he’s been throwing accusations at the wrong twin.

As repair costs are negotiated, and the chemistry between them flares, Rian and Pierce find out they have more than mutual attraction in common. They’re both vying for the same pieces of prime real estate in The Hamptons and neither one plans to give up without a fight.

Can these passionate rivals turn up the heat on their budding romance—without burning down the house?






Helena Hunting is the author of The USA Today and NYT bestselling PUCKED Series. She lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She writes everything from romantic sports comedy to new adult angst.


I just LOVE Helena Hunting’s characters and story plots and I FLIPPING LOVE YOU is another HIT! I fell in love with Rian with an ‘i’ quirkiness, independence, and fiscally conscientious personality! Oh and Pierce, ummm, I would say our compatibility test would be way hotter than a 2 😉 You are just going to have to read the book to understand…

If you are looking for the perfect beach, vacation read BRING THIS BOOK WITH YOU! It’s the perfect mix of sexy, comedy, and romance all in one. And if you enjoy binge watching HGTV this book will intrigue with if those walls are fit to be broken down with Pierce’s gunshow or possible Rian’s heart…

I am a MAJOR fan of Helena Hunting and I can’t wait for the audiobook of I Flipping Love You so I can fall in love with these characters all over again!


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My Book Review of HOOKING UP by Helena Hunting

***Check out my 5 Star Book Review of Hooking Up by Helena Hunting!***



My Book Review


I am OBSESSED with these characters and Helena Hunting! Honestly, I first read the Chapter 1 Reveal of Hooking Up and was like WTH??!?!?? How have I never read a book by this author before???? And I was hooked so I hurriedly downloaded the Shacking Up audiobook and eBook because Jacob Morgan reading a book is just OMG sex on a stick! So after I devoured SHACKING UP and GETTING DOWN Novella in the EYE CANDY Anthology – I was finally ready for Amalie’s story.


“Armstong was another poor decision in my history of bad boyfriends, and I’d made him a permanent one.”



The first chapter which you can click above, pretty much shows you how Amie’s wedding bliss is anything but a nightmare. A Honeymoon for 1 is just what the doctor orders for Anarchy Amie along with some extra special baggage that she takes along on her island getaway from reality.



I don’t want to give anything away as to who she encounters as Hottie Hook Up and how Armstrong and Amie’s secret Hook Up compare and compete for her heart/mind. Helena does a fantastic job showing how Amie’s headspace is all out of sorts from Armstrong’s selfish actions and his manipulations.


“I know what I want, and I know exactly how I feel about you. As soon as you figure it out, we can figure us out.”


Hooking Up is the perfect, sexy romantic comedy that you crave! With plenty of fun between the sheets and the banter out of the sheets! Helena KNOWS how to write a steamy romance that you just fall in love with the characters and fight for their happily ever after. I am so enamored with these characters is it wrong to beg for more of them????? I will just have to go discover the PUCKED Series now as this series was my first reads from the author. I can’t wait to devour more of her steamy, romantic books!

“An ARC was given from the publisher in exchange for an honest review”

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HOOKING UP by Helena Hunting



I’m currently reading Hooking Up by Helena Hunting and its so hard to put down!!! I have already read 4 books this week and I should take a break, BUT BUT I have to know what happens to Amalie!!! I must recommend that before you dive into Hooking Up you have to meet Ruby & Bancroft first in Shacking Up and then read Helena’s Novella Getting Down in Eye Candy. This will give you the necessary back story of Anarchy Amie!

You can read Chapter 1 of Hooking Up in my previous Blog Post.

*** I received an ARC from the Publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. My book review will be posted closer to Release Date on Goodreads.***

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EYE CANDY Anthology GETTING DOWN by Helena Hunting





My Book Review


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I am such a sucker for Holiday Novellas and so far EYE CANDY is just what I need to hold me over for HALLOWEEN! So far I have only read Helena Hunting’s Getting Down short story and it was PERFECT! I craved more of Ruby & Bancroft and throw in some Halloween festivities another frightfully, sexy romance to heat up this spooky holiday 😉 !!!

Ruby totally inspired me to up my Halloween decorating around my house and also gave me some much needed ideas for a Couples Halloween Costume Party that I am attending this weekend. Because of Helena Hunting’s writing, when my friend mentioned that her and her husband would be dressing up as Superheroes — Batman— my mind completely went to Bancroft & Ruby as we were discussing this at my child’s school…. If my friend only knew what I had read about Bancroft’s Batman costume and Ruby’s Catwoman costume it would completely change her costume ideas hehehe!

So now I am having weekly Friday costume dinners with my kids and husband for the rest of the month of October; so THANK YOU Helena for spicing up my Halloween season with GETTING DOWN! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND this novella as a MUST READ after you have finished SHACKING UP and before HOOKING UP!

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SHACKING UP by Helena Hunting Book Review

Welcome to HELENA HUNTING DAY on my Blog!

I am currently obsessing with Helena Hunting’s characters in her new series Shacking Up! I CANNOT get enough of them and so I want to fangirl them today. I have NO CLUE why it has taken me this long to read a Helena Hunting book yet and I am looking forward to binge reading her PUCKED Series this Winter!

So first Blog Post today is about SHACKING UP! Below find some fan made book teasers along with my Book Review. If you have yet to read Shacking Up I HIGHLY RECOMMEND it!




I am OBSESSED with this Book Teaser made by the VERY TALENTED

Of Pens and Pages Blog.

Make sure to check out her BLOG as I am OBSESSED with it!




My Book Review






I am in LOVE with Bancroft! Ruby and Bancroft’s first encounter is PRICELESS! This part of the story made me Hook, Line, and Sinker!!!!


“You might want to take some vitamin C or something when you get home.” 

I half listened to the audiobook and read the ebook and I loved having both options. Jacob Morgan is a fantastic male voice and I only wished there were more Bancroft chapters so I could hear his hot, tantalizing voice!


This is my first Helena Hunting read and it will most definitely NOT be my last! This book has so many parts of the story that make you giggle and so many swoon worthy fall over your heels in love with Bancroft moments too! It is definitely a SLOW BURN romance where Helena has us wondering when is IT going to happen with all their sexual tension, hehe! But never fear, it is a romance after all and Helena makes it all worth while!

“I may actually start a new religion. The Church of Bane Cock.” 

I cannot wait to see what she has in store for Amalie’s story in HOOKING UP!

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HOOKING UP by Helena Hunting Chapter Reveal

Check out the First Chapter of HOOKING UP by Helena Hunting that debuts November 7th!





Wedding Unbliss


This is the happiest day of my life. I allow that thought to roll around in my head, trying to figure out why it doesn’t seem to resonate the way it should. This should be the happiest day of my life. So I’m not exactly certain why the uneasy feeling I associate with cold feet is getting worse rather than dissipating. I’ve already done the hard part; walked down the aisle and said “I do.”

My husband excused himself to go to the bathroom several minutes ago and, based on Armstrong’s itinerary for the day, speeches are supposed to begin promptly at eight-thirty. According to my phone, that’s less than two minutes from now, and he’s not here. The emcee for the evening is awaiting Armstrong’s return before he begins. And then the real party can start. The one where we get to celebrate our commitment to each other as partners for life. As in the rest of my breathing days. Dear God, why does that make my stomach twist?

I sip my white wine. Armstrong pointed out that red is not a good idea with my dress, even though it’s my preference. Besides, I don’t want it to stain my teeth. That would make for bad pictures.

I glance around the hall and see my parents, who are probably celebrating the fact that I didn’t walk down the aisle with a convicted felon. And frankly, so am I. My dating history pre-Armstrong wasn’t fabulous.

The sheer number of people in attendance spikes my anxiety. Speaking in front of all of these people makes me want to drink more, which is a bad idea. Tipsy speeches could lead to saying the wrong thing. I check my phone under the table again. It’s after eight-thirty. The longer Armstrong takes to return, the further behind we’ll get. The music playlist, devised by Armstrong with painstaking efficiency, leaves no room for tardiness. If we don’t start on time I’ll have to take out a song, or possibly two, to compensate for his delay and he’s selected the order in such a way as to make that difficult and that will annoy him. I just want today to be perfect. I want it to be reflective of my decision to marry Armstrong. That I, Amalie Whitfield, can make good choices and am not a disgrace to my family.

“Where the hell is he?” I scan the room and take another small sip of my wine. I should switch to water soon so I don’t end up drunk, especially later, when all of this is over and we can celebrate our lifelong commitment to each other without clothes on. I’m hopeful it will last more than five minutes.

Ruby, my maid of honor and best friend for the past decade, puts a hand on my shoulder. “Would you like Bancroft to find Armstrong?”

Bancroft, or Bane for short, is Ruby’s boyfriend who she’s been living with for several months. Recently I find myself getting a little jealous of how affectionate they still are with each other, even after all this time. Cohabitation hasn’t slowed them down on the sex or their PDA. I have hope that Armstrong and I will be more like Bane and Ruby now that we’ll be sharing the same bed every night.

I’m about to tell Ruby to give him another minute when a low buzz suddenly fills the hall. It sounds like a school PA system. I start to panic—they can’t start the speeches without Armstrong at my side. What’s the point of speeches if the groom isn’t present?

I’m halfway out of my seat, ready to tell the deejay, or whoever is behind the mic, he needs to wait, when a very loud moan echoes through the room. The acoustics are phenomenal in here, it’s why we chose this venue.

I glance at Ruby to make sure I’m not hearing things. Her eyes are wide. The kind of wide associated with shock. The same shock I’m feeling.

Another moan reverberates through the sound system, followed by the words, “Oh, fuuuck.”

A collective gasp ripples through the now-silent crowd. While the words themselves are scandalous among these guests, it’s the voice groaning them that makes me sit up straighter, and simultaneously consider hiding under the table.

“Fuck yeah. Ah, suck it. That’s it. Deep throat it like a good little slut. Fuuuuuccckkkkk.”

My mouth drops and I look to Ruby to ensure I have not completely lost my mind. “Is that—” I don’t finish the sentence. I already know the answer to the question, so it’s pointless to ask. Besides, I’m cut off by yet another loud groan. I clap a hand over my mouth because I’m not sure I’m able to close it, my disbelief is as vast as the ocean.

Ruby’s expression mirrors mine, except hers is incredibly animated since she’s an actress. “Oh my God. Is that Armstrong?” Her words are no more than a whisper, but they sound very much like a scream. Oh no, wait, that’s just Armstrong on the verge of an orgasm. But these sounds are nothing like the ones he makes when he’s in the throes of passion with me.

I clutch Ruby’s hand. The next sound that comes from him is a hybrid between a hyena laugh and a wolf baying at the moon. And every guest at our wedding is hearing the same thing I am. Our wedding. Someone other than me is blowing my husband at my own wedding. My mortification knows no end.

I grab the closest bottle of wine and dump the contents into my glass. Some of it sloshes over the edge and onto the crisp white tablecloth. It doesn’t matter. There’s plenty more where it came from. I chug the glass, then grab Ruby’s.

People lean in and whisper to each other, eyes lift to the speakers. A few people, the ones who are probably just here for the social-ladder-climbing potential, question who it is.

“Is the deejay watching porn?” That comment comes from a table full of mostly drunk singles in their early twenties.

Several eyes shift my way as I carelessly down Ruby’s wine and someone asks where the groom has disappeared to.

The grunts and groans grow terrifyingly louder. This is nothing like what I’m used to in bed with Armstrong. The dirty words aren’t something he ever uses with me, mostly it’s just noises and sometimes a “Right there” or “I’m close,” but that’s about it. He’s never talked to me like he is to the woman currently providing oral pleasure. And I’m very adept at oral. Although with Armstrong it’s very polite, neat oral, with no sounds other than the occasional hum. Slurping is uncivilized and a definite no-no.

I reach past Ruby for the bottle of red since I don’t really give a flying fuck about purple teeth right now. As I sink low in my seat I pour another glass of wine, surveying the people in the ballroom from behind the cover of the centerpiece. The centerpieces are huge and excessive and I don’t like them at all, but at least provides a protective barrier between the guests and my disgust, which I’m certain they must share. He sounds like a wild animal rutting. It is entirely unsexy. I have no idea who he’s getting intimate with, but I’m suddenly very glad it’s not me.

And doesn’t that tell me more about our relationship than it should.

It’s only been about thirty seconds—the most humiliating thirty seconds of my life—before Armstrong comes. How do I know this? Because he says, very clearly, “Keep sucking, baby, I’m coming.”

And “baby,” whoever she is, makes these horrific gurgling noises. It sounds like some form of alien communication. It’s way over the top, and apparently Armstrong is loving it, based on the string of vile profanity that spews from his asshole mouth.

“Holy crap. Is this for real? That was really fast,” Ruby mutters.

I guzzle my glass of wine. Then decide the glass is unnecessary and take a long swig from the bottle before Ruby snatches it away. Wine dribbles down my chin and onto my chest, staining the white satin purple. My dress is ruined. I should be freaking out. But I really don’t care.

“Come on,” Ruby tugs on my hand. “We need to get you out of here while people are still distracted.”

My older brother Pierce and the emcee are standing in the middle of the hall, gesturing wildly to the speakers above us. My other brother, Lawson, is on his way toward the podium in an attempt to do something. I don’t think there’s anything he can do to stop this train wreck from there.

Ruby tugs again, but I’m frozen, still trying to figure out what exactly just happened. Well, I know what’s happened. I just can’t believe it.

The sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothes follows. “Thanks for that, now I’ll be able to last later tonight,” Armstrong says.

“What about me?” A female asks. Her voice is nasally and whiny.

“What about you?”

“Well I helped you, aren’t you going to help me?”

“Didn’t you come with a date?”

“Well, yes, but—” God her voice is familiar. I just can’t figure out where I know it from.

“My cousin, right? He loves my sloppy seconds. Speeches are starting. I gotta get back to my ball and chain.”

Gasps of horror ripple through the room, followed by a few giggles. These people really are assholes.

I think I’m going to throw up. I can’t believe he’s going to come out here and pretend nothing just happened. Like some other woman didn’t just have her lips around his cock. His distinctly average cock. Maybe even slightly below average in length, if I’m being one hundred percent honest.

A door opens and closes.

Lawson turns on the mic behind the podium and taps it, sending screeching feedback through the room, making people cringe. Too bad no one did that a minute ago.

Murmuring grows louder and glances flicker to the head table and then away as Brittany Thorton, a seriously skanky debutante, comes strutting through the doors, using a compact to check her lipstick. She’s made it her mission to attempt to get into the pants of half the eligible men in this room. She’s followed, not five seconds later, by a very smug-looking Armstrong.

“I’m going to kill him.” I grab the closest steak knife, but it appears my hasty, and possibly felonious, plan is unnecessary. My brothers leave their respective posts and stalk toward him. Across the room my mother is gripping my father’s arm, whispering furiously in his ear. Great. Just what I need, additional family drama.

“Oh shit,” Ruby gasps.

I follow her gaze to find Bane converging on Armstrong with my brothers. Bancroft is a tank and he used to play professional rugby. I’ve seen him with his shirt off, he’s built like a superhero and he’ll probably crush Armstrong, or at least break something. Possibly multiple somethings.

For a second I consider that Ruby should probably stop Bane from destroying Armstrong’s pretty, regal face, but then I realize I don’t actually care. In fact, the possibility that he might break Armstrong’s perfectly straight nose fills me with glee. Armstrong’s wellbeing is no longer my concern, it’s more about Bane ending up in prison for murder.

“I hope Armstrong has a good plastic surgeon, he’s going to need it once Bane is done with him.” Ruby echoes my internal hopes and her chair tips as she jumps up. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” She nods to the right.

I notice my mother and father engaged in a heated discussion with Armstrong’s parents. I really don’t need this right now. Not the drama. Not the humiliation. All I wanted was a nice wedding. Instead I end up with a husband who gets a blow job during our reception—and it’s broadcast to everyone attending.

Ruby urges me into action. “Don’t worry about them. Get your stuff and we’ll get you the hell out of here. I’ll have the limo meet you by the entrance near your bridal suite as soon as I can.”

I nod and stumble unsteadily to my feet, thanks to having consumed the better part of a bottle of wine in the last minute and a half. It’s amazing how ninety seconds can change a person’s entire life.

All hell breaks loose as more men jump in to either pummel or extract Armstrong from the pummeling. I grab my clutch and phone from the table, gather up my stupid, too puffy gown, and head for the bridal suite, where I had prepared for what was supposed to be the most amazing day of my life. And now it’s likely the worst, at least I hope the mortification level I’m experiencing can’t exceed this. I feel like the foulest version of Cinderella ever.

I rush down the empty hall and grab the doorknob as I fumble around in my clutch for the key. I’m surprised when it turns. I thought I’d locked it before we left for the ceremony. Regardless, I need to get away from everyone before I either lose it or commit a felony. Maybe both. Murder in the first. Armstrong will be my victim. And maybe that horrible skank, Brittany.

I thrust the door open and slam it closed behind me, locking it from the inside. Tears threaten to spill over and ruin my makeup. Not that it matters since there’s no way I’m going out there again. I can’t believe my forever lasted less than twelve hours. I can’t believe the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life loving couldn’t be faithful to me for even one day. What the hell is wrong with me? With him? I’m as devastated as I am angry and embarrassed. Once I annul this farce of a marriage I’ll become a spinster. I should probably go ahead and adopt six or seven cats tonight.

“I need to get out of this dress,” I say to myself. I reach behind me and pull the bow at the base of my spine. Instead of unfurling, it knots and I only succeed in pulling it tighter. Of course my dress has to be difficult. I growl my annoyance and rush over to my dressing table where my makeup and perfume are scattered from earlier today. Half a mimosa sits unconsumed beside the vase of red roses Armstrong had delivered.

The card read: I can’t wait to spend forever loving you.

What a load of bullshit. I drain the contents of the champagne flute, not caring that the drink is warm and flat. Then I throw the glass, because it feels good and the sound of shattering crystal is satisfying. Next I heave the vase of roses, which explodes impressively against the wall, splattering water and shards of glass across the floor.

I yank out a couple of the drawers and find a pair of scissors. They actually look more like gardening shears and seem rather out of place, but I don’t question it. Instead I reach behind me with my back to the mirror and awkwardly try to cut myself free. It’s not easy with the way I have to crane my neck.

“Goddammit! I need to get out of this stupid dress!” I yell at my reflection. I think I might actually be losing it just a touch now. I stop messing around with the laces in the back and shove the scissors down the front. I nearly nick myself with the blade—they’re a lot sharper than I realized—but that doesn’t slow me down. I start hacking my way through the bodice; layers of satin, lace, and intricate beading sliced apart with every vicious snip.

I just want out of this nightmare.




Amalie Whitfield is the picture of a blushing bride during her wedding reception–but for all the wrong reasons. Instead of proclaiming his undying love, her husband can be heard, by Amalie and their guests, getting off with someone else. She has every reason to freak out, and in a moment of insanity, she throws herself at the first hot-blooded male she sees. But he’s not interested in becoming her revenge screw.

Mortified and desperate to escape the post-wedding drama, Amalie decides to go on her honeymoon alone, only to find the man who rejected her also heading to the same tiny island for work. But this time he isn’t holding back. She should know better than to sleep with someone she knows, but she can’t seem to resist him.

They might agree that what happens on the island should stay on the island, but neither one can deny that their attraction is more than just physical.
Filled with hilariously scandalous situations and enough sexual chemistry to power an airplane from New York City to the South Pacific, Hooking Up is the next standalone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from Helena Hunting, the New York Times bestselling author of the Pucked series and Shacking Up.


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