{"id":14850,"date":"2016-05-09T11:00:39","date_gmt":"2016-05-09T16:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twinsietalk.com\/?p=14850"},"modified":"2016-05-08T11:44:10","modified_gmt":"2016-05-08T16:44:10","slug":"wotr-newrelease-review-love-emerged-by-michelle-lynn-michellelynnbks-writersonriver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=14850","title":{"rendered":"#WOTR #NewRelease #Review – Love Emerged by Michelle Lynn @michellelynnbks @writersonriver"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dylan<\/span><\/i><\/b><\/div>\n
Bea Zanders\u2019s interest penetrated me.<\/span><\/div>\n
I tried to ignore her unwavering eyes and lasting touches.<\/span><\/div>\n
But my willpower failed me.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Our one-night affair was mutual.<\/span><\/div>\n
No expectations, no exchanging of phone numbers, nothing.<\/span><\/div>\n
The next morning, she sauntered out of my life as fast as
\nshe had entered it.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Bea<\/span><\/i><\/b><\/div>\n
I claimed Dylan McCain as soon as I saw him.<\/span><\/div>\n
His disheveled dark hair and tattooed arms screamed bad boy.
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Finally, I won, and he claimed me in return.<\/span><\/div>\n
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But in the light of day, he changed.<\/span><\/div>\n
His smile further dented those dreamy dimples.<\/span><\/div>\n
His panicked green eyes held layers of kindness.<\/span><\/div>\n
Making sure the rules were clear, I walked away, showing him
\nhow little relationships meant to me. <\/span><\/div>\n
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Now, two months later, we come face-to-face again\u2014as
\ncoworkers.<\/span><\/div>\n

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*Dreamy Sigh* I just love me a nerd covered in Tats\u2026\u2026Dylan always made me kinda give him an extra long stare when I was reading the other 2 books. The nerdy quiet McCain boy who had glasses and works on model cars made me wonder what he was \u201creally like\u201d. Well imagine my surprise to find out he is my future book boyfriend!!!!\u00a0 Sorry I read this first so I have staked my claim!! *hand over Michelle\u2019s mouth when she tells me to share him*Ladies I don\u2019t share!!!<\/p>\n

Dylan has had his heart stomped on. \u00a0It seems his ex didn\u2019t appreciate the nice guy and romantic in him.\u00a0 She wanted a guy to be unappreciative of all she had to offer\u2026. SMH, Classic wanting to tame the bad boy….Doesn\u2019t she know they are bad for a reason?? Oh well her loss!!\u00a0\u00a0 Well Dylan decided to NOT be the good boy but a jerk\u2026.WELLL If he can follow through with it anyway!!<\/p>\n

Bea will not fall for love every again.\u00a0 Anytime she believes in someone, they hurt her or stomp on her heart.\u00a0 Nope love \u2018em and leave \u2018em is her style.\u00a0 When she meets Dylan she is climbing him like a monkey to a tree.\u00a0 Dylan was a bit freaked out with this but he was ok with it too\u2026..what guy wouldn\u2019t be???<\/p>\n

The two start a friends with benefits relationship but have to keep it on the DL since they work together\u2026oh yeah that was awkward as heck when your booty call is becoming your work mate and possible future boss!!<\/p>\n

As Dylan tried to deny it, he is falling for Bea and her sass.\u00a0 As much as Bea tried to push him away, she cannot be without Dylan.\u00a0 When life gets in the way and Bea has to deal with her family and her past, Dylan is her rock.\u00a0 Dylan\u2019s good guy is winning her over one kiss at a time\u2026..Sigh\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n

I will say there were times when I was ready to throat punch Bea because WHY is she acting this way towards Dylan and his offers of love and hope.\u00a0 *Sob* be ready for her story\u2026.as she slowly unfolds it you will understand and see why she is so slow to trust and put hope in anyone that could hurt her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Love Emerged (Book 3) <\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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Amazon –<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>http:\/\/amzn.to\/1X8OY9W<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n

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My coworkers\u2019 hands slow down until the clapping eventually
\ndies. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cSo, I\u2019m excited to announce that Deacon Advertising has
\nlanded a top-notch graduate of NYU. After a fighting war, we won out.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
I inch up on my tiptoes to see the mystery million-dollar
\nman, but to no avail. Big Vic from the mailroom is blocking any view I might\u00a0have of the man standing next to Tim. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cOh my dreams, he\u2019s come to life,\u201d Kevin says next to me. <\/span><\/div>\n
I crane my neck desperate to catch a glimpse. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s good-looking?\u201d I whisper, still dodging my head in
\neach direction to catch a glimpse. I\u2019ve never been patient when I\u2019m the one in\u00a0the dark.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s an understatement. This man could not shower for a
\nweek and have spinach stuck in each one of his teeth, and I\u2019d still melt at the\u00a0sight of those dimples.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
With the one word dimples<\/i>,\u00a0my stomach flips as I think about Dylan. He thought he was skating the issue\u00a0the next morning when he said he had to go. Asking me to climb down the trellis
\nof his parents\u2019 house was new for me, but I understood. If my mom had been on\u00a0the other side of the bedroom door, I\u2019d have pushed him out the window. At\u00a0least he met me down the street and drove me back to the bar to retrieve my\u00a0car. He was sweet and kind to think my feelings would be hurt once I realized I\u00a0was a booty call. Hell, he was my booty call.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cDeaconators, please put those hands together and welcome
\nDylan McCain.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>\u201cEven the name.\u201d Kevin shakes his head, probably already\u00a0naming their kids.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I screech. <\/span><\/div>\n
A few heads turn toward me. <\/span><\/div>\n
I inch back to Kevin\u2019s side, taking refuge in a friend. \u201cIt
\ncan\u2019t be.\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n
Then, as if I asked for it, he switches spots with Tim, and
\nhe\u2019s standing there with those mouth-watering dimples on high alert. Through a liver of space between Big Vic from the mailroom and Ben from design, he\u2019s\u00a0clearly visible. And I can\u2019t take my eyes off him.<\/span><\/div>\n
A high-end tailored suit contours his broad shoulders,\u00a0buttoned down past his taut waist. No tie but a nice, crisp gray shirt lies
\nunder his jacket with the top button undone. His hair is freshly cut, and the\u00a0small waves are now gelled into a style that doesn\u2019t suit him as well as the\u00a0messy morning look.<\/span><\/div>\n
As if he can spot me in the crowd of one hundred, our eyes
\ncatch, and my throat dries. For the first time in my life, I\u2019m speechless. My\u00a0body warms, and I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s because of the intimate things I shared\u00a0with him that night or the fact that, besides Piper, he\u2019s the first one in so\u00a0long who seems to care for me.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cHello, Deaconators.\u201d He laughs. \u201cSurely, we can find a
\nbetter name than that, Tim.\u201d He clasps Tim on the shoulder and winks. <\/span><\/div>\n
The room uproars into laughter, and I can\u2019t stop the smile
\nsneaking across my lips. <\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019m happy to be here. I\u2019m originally from the Detroit area.
\nI grew up forty minutes outside of the city. I did my internship at AdSec in\u00a0New York, but I wanted to come back home to my roots. So, here I am.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
He does a bow just like Tim, and I know he\u2019s already\u00a0mimicking his new boss. Dylan has a dry sense of humor, much like my own. He
\nadds on a little wave of his hand in front of him, and suddenly, I wish we were\u00a0back in the eighteen hundreds, and he was asking for my hand at a dance.<\/span><\/div>\n
No, you don\u2019t. Stop\u00a0that line of thinking,<\/i> I scold myself.<\/span><\/div>\n
The room claps again, and Dylan stands there, absorbing the
\nattention. He\u2019s the glory boy, huh?<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d Kevin asks as everyone funnels out of the room.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes, why?\u201d I toss my own coffee in the trash can in the
\ncorner, not needing anything to further warm my veins.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYou look a little flushed, that\u2019s all.\u201d He laughs and
\nbrushes by Big Vic to make his exit. \u201cSee you at lunch,\u201d he singsongs, leaving\u00a0me behind. Thinking twice, he turns, his feet continuing to move with the line\u00a0of traffic. He raises his cup in the air. \u201cThanks for the coffee, Bea Zanders.\u00a0Tomorrow\u2019s on me.\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n
He smiles, and I glance over to Dylan. He\u2019s shaking hands
\nwith a line of women currently attempting to dig up his credentials. Married,\u00a0engaged, or single?<\/span><\/div>\n
Those green hues sparkle to me like emeralds in a jewelry
\nstore, and I hold his gaze. I\u2019m surprised he doesn\u2019t seem as shocked as I am,\u00a0but instead more curious. Then, a slow smirk crosses his lips, and he turns to\u00a0the woman touching his bicep. He shakes her hand, and before the next desperate\u00a0woman can slide into her spot, he breaks free. Zigzagging between the throng of
\npeople, he lightly acknowledges the pats on his back, congratulations, and\u00a0good-to-meet-you\u2019s, but his eyes are focused solely on mine.<\/span><\/div>\n
My body buzzes with alarm, feasting on his eyes bearing
\nhappiness. Once he finally breaks free, his fingers slide down my arm,\u00a0capturing my hand, and he veers us away from the stampede.<\/span>
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SYNOPSIS:<\/i><\/b><\/span>
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\nThe equations are simple.<\/span>
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\nPiper Ashby + Brad Ashby = Twin Siblings\u00a0<\/span>
\nBrad Ashby + Tanner McCain = Best Friends\u00a0<\/span>
\nPiper Ashby + Tanner McCain = Off limits\u00a0<\/span>
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\nTanner and I abided by the rules. We stayed on our designated sides of the relationship circle.\u00a0<\/span>
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\nIgnoring swarming butterflies.\u00a0<\/span>
\nBrushing off skipped heartbeats.\u00a0<\/span>
\nSettling on lingering stares.\u00a0<\/span>
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\nHere\u2019s the secret \u2026 a hand extended over that invisible line once, exponentially changing the equation. I was convinced we could make our relationship work until Tanner broke the trust he embedded in me from the age of seven.\u00a0<\/span>
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\nOne deceit of mega proportions and the relationship we built for that short month vanished. I swore never to speak to him again and it\u2019s worked. Until now\u2014two years later, when my brother\u2019s wedding places me face-to-face with the best man\u2014Tanner McCain.\u00a0<\/span>
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Love Surfaced<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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SYNOPSIS:<\/i><\/b><\/span>
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\nTaylor Delaney is the love of my life.\u00a0<\/span>
\nShe\u2019s also the one I’ve hurt the most.\u00a0<\/span>
\nTwo years ago, I made a disastrous mistake.\u00a0<\/span>
\nOne I\u2019m not sure I can make amends from.\u00a0<\/span>
\nBut I have to try, because I\u2019m nothing without her.\u00a0<\/span>
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\nBrad Ashby’s here, in my hometown, asking for a second chance.\u00a0<\/span>
\nAll those unresolved feelings for him have resurfaced.\u00a0<\/span>
\nNot that they ever went away.\u00a0<\/span>
\nI know I should run him out of the town, but I can\u2019t.\u00a0<\/span>
\nHe needs to know that I wasn\u2019t the only one who was deceived.\u00a0<\/span>
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\nEven if we gave our relationship another try, how can we rebuild what\u2019s been destroyed? If we weren\u2019t strong enough then, what makes us strong enough now?\u00a0<\/span>
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Love Rekindled (Book 2)<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Amazon: <\/span><\/b>http:\/\/amzn.to\/1QrzbRJ<\/b><\/a><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
iBooks: <\/span><\/b>https:\/\/itunes.apple.com\/us\/book\/love-rekindled\/id1069078139?mt=11<\/span><\/b><\/a><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Kobo – <\/span><\/b>http:\/\/bit.ly\/1Rpq2Zx<\/span><\/b><\/a><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Nook –<\/span><\/span><\/b>http:\/\/bit.ly\/1PCBJr5<\/a><\/span><\/b><\/span><\/span><\/b>
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AUTHOR BIO:<\/i><\/span><\/u><\/b><\/div>\n
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USA Today Bestselling author, <\/span>Michelle Lynn moved
\naround the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before\u00a0settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides\u00a0with her husband and two kids.\u00a0 <\/span>She
\ndeveloped a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for\u00a0her passion to write.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>With the\u00a0encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many
\nstories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn\u2019t reading or\u00a0writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the\u00a0phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.\u00a0 <\/span>But after chasing around twin preschoolers\u00a0all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to
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Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/michelle.lynnauthor?fref=ts<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
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Twitter: <\/span>@michellelynnbks<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Website: http:\/\/www.michellelynnbooks.com<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
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Goodreads: https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/7065829.Michelle_Lynn?from_search=true<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n
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Synopsis: \u00a0 Dylan Bea Zanders\u2019s interest penetrated me. I tried to ignore her unwavering eyes and lasting touches. But my willpower failed me. Our one-night affair was mutual. No expectations, no exchanging of phone numbers, nothing. The next morning, she sauntered out of my life as fast as she had entered it. Bea I claimed … Continue reading #WOTR #NewRelease #Review – Love Emerged by Michelle Lynn @michellelynnbks @writersonriver<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paSW8H-3Rw","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14850","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14850"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14851,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14850\/revisions\/14851"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}