Liam Davis & The Raven

Aeris Mar 4, 2022 0 Comments

Liam Davis & The Raven (Love Inscribed #1) by Anyta Sunday

From Goodreads:

Love and romance? I don’t know how I feel about that.

But I’m about to find out.

Jock. Big-boned. Broad shoulders. Tall. Runs fingers through hair as though he’s attractive and knows it. Walks into party like he has all the time in the world, slow but oddly graceful. Laugh lines around the mouth, a deep crack in his skin where a dimple might be.

That’s how I described him in the notes for my latest party-page column.

He fascinates me, but I’m not sure why. Or what to do about it. My belly is a fluttery, twisty mess.

Best to focus on my mission to find The Raven—the campus vigilante—and warn him about the hate mail the student paper’s been getting for him.

Except . . .

Quinn looks at me and his eyes darken. He wants something. But what is it?

Why do I want so badly to give it to him?

Liam Davis and The Raven is the first book of the Love Inscribed series by Anyta Sunday.

I picked this up after finishing  Marc Jillson and The Gazebo. In retrospect, I should have read this first but got too invested with Marc and Hunter’s story, instead.

Marc Jillson & The Gazebo

Aeris Jan 9, 2022 0 Comments

Marc Jillson & The Gazebo (Love Inscribed #2) by Anyta Sunday

From Goodreads:

Want true, heart-throbbing romance? Put down the Cheetos, and stop being a jackass.

The question is, can I do it?

I’ve been an epic dick to my friends, my uncle. Him.

Travis Hunter. Photographer, econ-student, paraplegic. Can I redeem myself? Apologize? Make a fresh start?

Hunter seems to think so. Even roped me into saving his favorite gazebo from the bulldozers.

The confidence of this man amazes me. He’s no bullshit where I’m all bullshit. I throw up walls where he knocks them down.

He’s beautiful, too. Strong arms inked with hummingbirds, a wide teasing mouth, and blue eyes that read me like an open book.

He looks at me, and I look away.

These shivery feelings I have for Hunter? They can’t happen. I don’t deserve him.

Where did I put those Cheetos?