Things are about to get sticky...

Beefcakes,

the all-new romantic comedy

from Katana Collins,

is now available

exclusively in Kindle Unlimited!

I might as well permanently add the label "Ex" to my name.
I'm an Ex-Mr. Universe. Ex-Mr. Olympus. An Ex-Hollywood Stuntman.
But no one from my small hometown cares anything about that.
They only care that I'm the ex-boyfriend to the beloved Mayor's daughter, Elaina Dyker.

And now, ten years later, I'm back, helping my siblings run my mother's bakery
while she takes on chemo. What should have been a routine cupcake delivery
turns into utter chaos when the bachelorette party thinks I'm a stripper.
And what's worse? Elaina is the maid of honor.

But the meme about us sure went viral fast.
My small hometown has become positively infested with tipsy bridesmaids
looking for my erotic cupcakes.

Now Hollywood's knocking again—and this time they want me and my ex,
Mr. Beefcake and Ms. Prude, to star in a reality show.

It could solve all my problems—except her.

~ BOOK REVIEW for Beefcakes ~

***(3) out of 5 Stars

This was another book (of several lately) that I thought was okay but not great.

Neil returns home to his small town after a decade away, and almost immediately runs into his ex-girlfriend Elaina. They are basically at each other's throats from the get-go and pretty much do everything they can to harm the other. Even though he expresses some concern for her (primarily in his own thoughts), Neil acts the most rude, in my opinion. Add to that the fact that he was the one who left her (with no goodbye) in the first place, and never really does adequately appoligze for that. And it just made him look like a big huge jerk. Especially later on when he gets mad at Elaina for not telling him something that she tried to share with him, but for which he shut her down. Not to mention that pretty much the exact same situation happened to him, but that never comes in to play. This all made it very hard for me to properly relate to his character, and I was even less able to sympathize with him.

I also just didn't feel much of a connection between these two main characters in general. And the whole vibe of the book was a little off to me. And while it was billed as a romantic comedy, I just didn't find it all that funny. Apparently, it just wasn't my style. Second-chance romances aren't generally my favorite anyway, so there's that. I thought the general story concept was an intriguing one though, which is what got me interested in the first place. And some of the peripheral characters were quite fun (Liam and Chloe, for example); although others were just horrible (like Elliott and Gretchen, among others). I found the near end unnecessarily emotional and angst-filled. But at least it did have a happy ending.

I received a free eBook copy of this title from Social Butterfly PR as part of the release day blitz,
and have willingly provided and honest review.

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Excerpt:

I arched my brow at her. “I bragged about knowing you so well…but man. I did not see this almond croissant massacre coming. What do you have against almonds? Or was it the amount of butter that offended you? Because as a fitness expert, let me tell you butter isn’t the enemy. Sugar is the enemy.”

She laughed. “I, uh…I might have some anger management issues.”

I took the bag from her and peeked in. There were knuckle marks against the outside of the croissant. Literal knuckle marks. I barked a laugh. “Elaina Dyker. Did you punch the croissant?”

She laughed, pressing her lips together as though this would hide the fact that I saw her adorable little giggle. She brought her thumb and forefinger up beside her temple. “Maybe a little.”“Did you even try a bite?”

She shook her head no. “I like my routine. I like my daily lunch of yogurt and almonds.”

I made a face. Because she had to be exaggerating. Sure…she liked them. But having that same thing every day? Even chocolate cake every day would get tedious. “You can like yogurt and almonds but still indulge every now and then, you know.” I reached in and pinched off a piece of the smashed croissant, holding it out toward her lips. “C’mon. Live a little. I promise you, it is actually healthy, if that’s your concern.” Not that she needed to be concerned about that. “Almond flour. Gluten free. Grain free. Only two net carbs. The only sugar is the honey in the honey roasted almonds and the natural sugar in dates.” Her eyes grew wide at that and I knew I had hooked her.

She reached out her hand to take the piece of croissant from me, but I pulled back. “Nuh-uh,” I teased. “We can’t have your fingers getting sticky. Might ruin that fancy suit you’re wearing.”

She rolled her eyes, but parted her wet lips, her tongue peeking out just enough for me to place the croissant on top of. She moaned as soon as it hit her mouth, and her eyes fell closed as she slowly chewed and swallowed. “That’s…that’s healthy?”

I nodded. “See? I’m not just a pile of muscles. I’ve got some talent, too.”

Her head fell to the side. “I never said you weren’t talented. I just wish you wouldn’t show off quite so much of your other assets.”

I grinned. “I thought you liked my assets?”

“I do,” she answered absentmindedly, then immediately shook her head, realizing what she’d said. “I mean, I did.”

About Katana

As an author and a story-teller, it is the lifeblood to which my ideas take flight. And I believe in giving credit where credit is due. Occasionally someone (ie – my husband) will try to secretly switch out my beloved regular coffee for decaf. I always know the difference. ALWAYS (I’m looking at you, SEAN).

I am incapable of achieving the perfect ponytail. I’m dyslexic. I can never wear white without spilling on myself. And I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice (gasp!).

When I was younger and stole my mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight (seriously, did we ALL do this? I think we did.), I wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… give me the bad boy on a motorcycle.

So, now, I write those romance novels I craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. I spend my days in the throes of my imagination, and am loving every minute of it. I can travel anywhere and become anyone I want to be. One day, I’m a mechanic in Boston and the next, I’m a vampire stripping in Las Vegas.

Since penning my first novel back in 2012, I’m now an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of contemporary romance genres–(Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic Suspense… you name it!).

After living for a decade in Brooklyn, NY, I took the plunge and moved to beautiful (although kinda chilly) Portland, Maine. I now live full time in ‘Vacationland’ with a kind of mean cat, a mellow chihuahua, and a very NOT mellow lab-pittie mix. Oh, yeah… there’s a husband who draws comics somewhere in that mix, too. I can usually be found in a coffee shop with my nose in my laptop wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

I love connecting with readers and fellow sassy storytellers, so feel free to drop me an email at katana.collins@gmail.com or connect with me on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter (@katanacollins). You can find a list of my available books over on my Bookshelf or if you’ve already read a book, it would make my day if you wrote a review!

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