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New Release Review: HEROES ARE MY WEAKNESS by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (for SEP Hero Blog-Along)

SEP’s latest is different from her usual–but in a good way! Heroes Are My Weakness by Susan Elizabeth Phillips Summary: The dead of winter.An isolated island off the coast of Maine.A man.A woman.A sinister house looming over the sea …He’s a reclusive writer whose macabre imagination creates chilling horror novels. She’s a down-on-her-luck actress reduced to staging kids’ puppet shows. He knows a dozen ways to kill with his bare hands. She knows a dozen ways to kill with laughs.But she’s not laughing now. When she was a teenager, he terrified her. Now they’re trapped together on a snowy island…

Review for SEP Hero Blog-Along: CALL ME IRRESISTIBLE by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Wynette, Texas #6)

Book two of the blog-along. Next week, SEP’s latest–HEROES ARE MY WEAKNESS. (Squee!) Call Me Irresistible by Susan Elizabeth Phillips Synopsis: R.S.V.P. to the most riotous wedding of the year . . . Lucy Jorik is the daughter of a former president of the United States. Meg Koranda is the offspring of legends. One of them is about to marry Mr. Irresistible—Ted Beaudine—the favorite son of Wynette, Texas. The other is not happy about it and is determined to save her friend from a mess of heartache. But even though Meg knows that breaking up her best friend’s wedding is the right thing to…

Review for SEP Hero Blog-Along: NATURAL BORN CHARMER by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Chicago Stars #7)

Susan Elizabeth Phillips’s latest–HEROES ARE MY WEAKNESS–comes out later this month. To celebrate, FreshFiction.com is hosting a blog-along, asking bloggers to read two of SEP’s older books plus her new release–I’m so excited to take part! About the book: It wasn’t every day a guy saw a headless beaver marching down the side of a road, not even in Chicago Stars quarterback Dean Robillard’s larger-than-life world. He slammed on the brakes of his brand-new Aston Martin Vanquish and pulled over in front of her. The beaver marched right past, her big, flat tail bouncing in the gravel, and her small, sharp…

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