Review + Interview || Doing it for Love by Cassie Mae

Doing it for Love
by Cassie Mae
Series: All About Love (#1)
Release date: September 29th 2015
Publisher: Loveswept
Genres: Romance, military
Age category: New Adult
No. of pages:  282 pages (ebook)
ISBN/ASIN: 1101885777 (ISBN13: 9781101885772)
Cassie Mae’s charming, sexy new novel, perfect for fans of Emma Chase, puts a steamy twist on modern love as one bride-to-be tries to put the spark back in the bedroom—by any means necessary.

Elizabeth Fanning’s life looks pretty perfect, judging by the diamond ring on her finger. Her fiancĂ©, Landon, is sweet, handsome, and hilarious. The trouble is, before they’ve even tied the knot, their sex life has gone from mind-blowing to “meh”—and Liz isn’t ready to be part of an old married couple. After a cathartic call to her best friend, Liz comes up with a brilliant idea. She and Landon may never be able to re-create the magic of their first time, but how amazing would their wedding night be if everything below the neck was off-limits until then?

Liz thinks it’ll bring them closer together. Landon’s convinced she’ll cave first. So they raise the stakes: Whoever lasts longer gets to pick their honeymoon destination. With her heart set on the Bahamas and Landon fighting for snowbound Utah, Liz simply has to win. But pretty soon, her body is screaming for attention, and Landon’s never seemed so far away. Has Liz’s experiment backfired? Losing their little competition would be frustrating—but the one thing she can’t afford to lose is him
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My rating★★★★
Review source: Loveswept & Tasty Book Tours

"Because I cant picture a life without you... ... I don't want to."

Jeez. This book is fucking amazing. The premise is, in all honesty, really unique to me. Romance books, mostly, is all about the girl-meets-boy or boy-meets-girl, yada, yada and they live happily ever after and seldom is it about the after the ever after.
This book is all about that. It's such a refreshing and realistic idea. The way it was presented was subtle yet clear. I love that the story line centers about real problems that a couple faces.

This book boasts a great set of characters. From the main characters down to the supporting characters, all of those were developed well. Lizzie is a really funny narrator. It's so much fun reading stuff about the stuff she spouts in her sassy mouth. Landon, on the other hand, was a really sweet and caring guy. Can I have my own Landon?
Lizzie and Landon is such a sweet and quirky couple, they're so compatible and so lifelike. Their chemistry is definitely there, their feelings are amplified by their actions and I want to have a relationship like theirs, theirs' are so admirable. The minor or supporting characters were also fun to read.

Overall, it was a very great read. I couldn't even put enough praises for this book. This is probably one of my most favorite books of all time. All those minutes and seconds I've spent reading this book was all worth it because it was that great.
Did I like the ending? Oh gosh, yes. It's so great it made me dry heave.
Is it a page turner? I flew through this book. It was a major page turner, I couldn't even look up from the book.
Would I re-read it again? Yes, yes, and gosh yes. 


When did you decided to write this book (Doing it for Love)? Was it planned or was the story just popped into your head?

          This story is my life on paper, lol. So not planned per se, but I knew what things I wanted to incorporate. (Money problems, in-law drama, sexual frustration ;) ). I’ve also wanted to write a couple that was together from beginning to end for so long :)

Can you describe your writing process?
          Oh, I don’t think I have one. It changes with every book. This one I wrote completely out of order and only a few pages at a time. It’s so hard when you write during the holidays or just with three young kids at home in general! :) So I just try to write whenever I feel the inspiration come.

How long did it take you to write this book?
          Amazingly, it only took two and a half months to write this one. Amazing because I rarely have a solid hour to myself to write, lol.

What do you do when you're not writing?
          Everything. Cook, clean, chauffeur (the big Mom C’s). But I really enjoy cooking. Tasty Buzzfeed and Pinterest are my cookbooks, lol.

You have a pseudonym, why?
          I use a pseudonym for my self published novels to avoid contract conflicts.

Thank you so much for having me over!


          “Did you want a baby?” he asks, and my jaw drops.


          “It’s okay if you did. I . . . I mean, I want to have kids with you someday.”

          Someday . . . yes. But not today. I grin at the scared-as-hell look on his face. That’s the great thing about the longtime relationship. I know his looks. I know his smiles, his frowns, his laughs. I reach to him, and his hand slips through my wet blond hair, hugs the back of my head, and pulls me into his shoulder. I lock my arms around his torso, ignore the sweet buzzing all over my stomach and heart and sides. His fingers massage my scalp as he rocks me.

          “I like the idea of having a permanent piece of you,” I admit into his wet skin.

          “You already have a permanent piece of me.” One of his hands slides down the length of my back. “Hell, you have the whole thing.”

          “You know what I mean.”

          “Okay . . . if you really want . . . I’ll impregnate you. Open up.” He pushes at my thighs, and I smack his shoulders.

          “Pretty sure I want us to be married first. And I don’t know . . . older.” Like years ahead of us. We can barely afford to feed ourselves.

          “You . . . you said married.”

          “I did.”

          I push back on his chest, and he scratches his dark hair. “Just letting you know I’m not freaking out about it.”

          “This is not freaking out about it?” I say, circling my finger at his face. It could be the steam from the shower making it smoke red, but it sure doesn’t seem that way.

          “I let it slide like it was nothing.”

          “You did not.”

          He growls, playfully nipping at my neck. “Well, I’m not freaking out,” he muffles against my skin, creating goose bumps up and down my spine. “Because, you know, we’re in the spot.”


          “You know, the spot.”

          “In the shower?” I laugh when his red face darkens a shade.

          “No, I mean . . . I love you. And it’s not like I’m going to break up with you. And I’m pretty sure you want to be stuck with me.”

          “You think we’re stuck? That’s ‘the spot’?”

          “No. Shit, it’s coming out wrong.”

          “I don’t even know what you’re trying to say.” I laugh, bending down to adjust the heat on the water.

          “I’m saying there’s no reason for me to freak out because I want to marry you. I think, you know, we should get married.”

          My hand stops dead on the tap, and I crick my neck to catch his expression. He’s gone from red wine to white in the blink of an eye, water dripping from his dark hair down his forehead, and he frantically wipes it away. Then he reaches for me, pulls me up against him, hiding his face.

          “Um . . . what did you just say?” I croak, my heart suddenly beating out of my skull. A tidal wave rushes through my stomach, and my nails dig into his shoulders to make sure I’m not dreaming or something.

          He slowly backs away from my neck, eyes wide as grapefruits. “I didn’t mean . . . oh shit . . . it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

          He falls forward, pushing me against the cold tile and hitting his forehead on the wall near my cheek.

          “What wasn’t supposed to happen?” I ask through a small laugh. Seconds ago, he was boasting about not freaking out, and now he’s gone bat crazy.

          “I had it all planned,” he grumbles into the tile. The echoes bounce off my shoulder. “I even bought a suit. Outside patio dinner, clear night for stars . . . I was going to pull out all the romantic stops, and it just falls out when we’re in the shower.”

          “Landon, are you being serious? I can never tell.”

          “Because I’m never serious?”

          “Pretty much, yeah.”

          He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine, and a nervous twitch pulls at the corner of his mouth.

          “Will you marry me?”

          My heart’s still thumping through my brain.

          “The test was negative, Landon,” I try to joke, but it comes out wobbly. “You don’t have to—”
“I know.” His palms cradle my face, drops of water falling from his eyelashes. “Will you marry me?”
His misty lips make contact with my nose. I’m still trying to process if he’s serious or not.

          “Really? This isn’t because of that pregnancy test, is it?”

          “I was planning on asking a few weeks ago. Cross my heart, the ring’s been in this apartment for at least a month.”

          My eyes flick back and forth between his, searching, searching, searching for a lie, a joke, a tease, something. But it’s all honesty and nerves and love. So much love I find myself slipping on the wall, losing strength in my knees.

          “You are serious.”

          “I love you, Liz. Marry me? Please?”

          I feel a smile tug on my mouth. The water’s getting too cold to stay underneath, but my body temperature rises, my skin boiling under his touch. I grip his forearms, holding myself steady while he continues to cup my cheeks.

          I love every bit of this man, every piece of his heart and soul and mind and body. So even though I wasn’t expecting it this way, even though I was just internally moaning about not getting any spontaneous loving, I practically shout my answer at him.


          “Yes?” He pulls back, the stream of water hitting him square in the face. I laugh and bat it away from him. “Yes . . . you said yes?”

          “Yes, I said yes.”

          A large relieved breath leaves his mouth before he presses it to mine. Landon’s arms circle my torso, pull me up against his now hot and slick body, and every ounce of disappointment I was feeling evaporates with the shower steam.

          “I thought I royally botched that.” He laughs, and a wave of minty breath travels from his mouth to mine.

          “You did,” I tease before closing the gap between our lips again. “But I love you.”

About the author:
Cassie Mae (who dons the name Becca Ann on occasion) is the author of a few hundred—okay, maybe not that many—books. Since writing her bestselling debut, Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend, she has published books with Random House, Swoon Romance, and Tulip Romance. She has a favorite of all her babies, but no, she won’t tell you what it is (mainly because it changes depending on the day). Along with writing, Cassie likes to binge-watch Teen Wolf and The Big Bang Theory. She can quote Harry Potter lines quick as a whip. And she likes kissing her hubby, but only if his facial hair is trimmed. She also likes cheesecake to a very obsessive degree.

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  1. Thank you so much for hosting Cassie and for the lovely review!