New Release + Review: A New Season by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle


Title: A New Season: A Single Dad Romance
Author: Sydney Aaliyah Michelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 29, 2020


Emma’s book, love is a lie,
she’s ready to turn the page.
Emma has hit loves rock bottom. Damaged by
lies and deceit, she has become the kind of woman she hates.
After a chance reunion with her childhood
crush, their sizzling chemistry offers Emma a chance at the type of love she
dreamed about as a little girl.
Jaken Tanner has always been a star, from the
most popular guy in school to the face of professional football. Behind his
sexy good looks is a heart of gold, you can add best dad in the world to his
list of accolades.
Emma is no role model for anyone, especially
Jaken’s adorable little boy.
She finds out Jaken has secrets of his own.
When his past comes back to haunt them, Emma retreats into her self-destructive
ways, but Jaken is not going to give her up without a fight.
Will Emma destroy her chance with the right guy or
will she discover she has been perfectly molded by her past to build a future
with her one true love?
Please note, A New Season was previous released in
2016-2018. It has been re-edited and rebranded. 


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Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:

Instalove ✔️
Sweet sexy alpha ✔️
Hot NFL Star ✔️
Doting father ✔️
Sizzling heat✔️
A New Season hit every one of the things I love and then some with this addictive story. Emma and Jaken ended up stealing my heart even through all the ups and downs they went through. I adored Jaken and his sweetness. This man is steadfastly loyal and unbelievably hot. The only drawback for me was Emma’s lack of confidence. That lack of self esteem had me wanting to shake her at times but when she finally opened her eyes and realized her own value I needed up feeling so freaking proud of her.

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I woke to Jaken’s lips on the back of my neck.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” he said as he kissed me again.
His kisses distracted me up to the point when his hand
covered my breast.
I moaned and it sounded more like a question, but not a
protest. He stopped kissing me. I looked at him over my left shoulder.
“Don’t stop.”
He continued sliding his tongue up the curve on the side of
my neck as his hands went from over my shirt to under it. He made no attempt to
take it off.
I pressed into him. He groaned. I groaned back, loving the
He pulled away, and as I leaned back, he looked into my eyes
as his hand moved down my stomach and into my shorts. He rested his hand on my
pelvic bone, and I said a silent pray of thanks for getting that wax the other
day. I felt bad about praying for something like that, but then he touched me,
and all I could think…
Oh, my God, that feels good.
I moaned and my head fell back. I closed my eyes and his
fingers continued to do things to me I didn’t know were appropriate for a man
who made his living with his hands. He hit one spot with his middle finger and
I gripped his hand.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what?” he said, and his tone made me open
my eyes, his breath hot on my cheek.
“Don’t stop.” He gave me that grin again, kissed
my nose, and pushed his fingers deeper between my legs.
“You want to come for me, baby?”
We had our eyes locked on each other, and the way he spoke
to me, I felt like I was doing this for him instead of the other way around. A
sense of pride swelled in my chest as a sense of something else swelled in my
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay, come for me.” He commanded.
I knew it was his fingers. The blood had rushed to the area
he manipulated with them, but I swear I could have come on command even if he
wasn’t touching me. His voice had that kind of power. My toes curled and my
fingers dug into his forearm. A wave of whatever power orgasms were made of
rushed over me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in my ear as I
came back to the here and now. He swung a leg over me, as his phone on the
nightstand began to buzz. We both looked at it.
“Oh, you’re kidding me,” I said.
He started laughing as he rolled over and sat on the edge of
the bed. He turned off the alarm and turned back to me.
“I’m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I
have a tee time. I have to go.”
“Fine, leave me here in bed alone.” I flopped
back. “Again.”
“Well, at least this time I finished what I
started.” He headed into to the bathroom chuckling.
“Then why do I want more?” I asked myself.
Praise for A New Season
“I loved how the backstory was leaked in a little at a
time to keep you hooked up until the end.. it was just really perfect!” –
“Ok, I admit it: I just really enjoy a good sports
romance. This is certainly that, but it’s more too as the characters are
nuanced and well developed. String writing and a very nicely done plot. Truly
enjoyable and, of course, therefore recommended!” -The Mysterious Amazon
Author Bio
My Why …
I love exploring the drama that ensues when two people with
cultural, societal, religious, and economic difference find common ground in
attraction, lust, kinks, and most of all love.
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a
voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the
courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
She identifies the sci-fi action flick “The
Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now
blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.
She can recite the entire script from the 80’s teen
comedy/drama “The Breakfast Club” and loves any and everything
associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.
When it comes to books, Sydney reads different genres, but
some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Xyla Turner, J.A Huss, Kaia
Bennett, & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering
Heights are her favorite books.


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