Release Event (Book Review, Exclusive Excerpt): The Cornerstone by Kate Canterbary



Title: The Cornerstone (The Walsh series #4)
Author: Kate Canterbary @kcanterbary
Reviewer: Michelle @Michelle6803
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 502 pages
Rating: 5 stars


A tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL. A power struggle with no end in sight.

Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and discover they’ve been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives.

The last one? Yeah. That’s all me.

She’s driven and demanding…

He’s never walked away from a challenge…

They’re wrong for each other in every possible way…

Or are they?

Michelle's Review

Kate Canterbary is becoming my “go to author” and that’s a good thing. After reading Sam and Tiel’s book, I could not wait for Shannon’s book.  If you have been living under a rock and have not read any of Ms. Canterbary’s books, start one-clicking.  Although they are The Walsh Series, each of her books can be read as a standalone.  The Cornerstone is a long book, but I don’t want you to get deterred by that, Kate’s writing will suck you in and not realize that it is a 500+ pages.

Shannon oh how I love her!  She’s snarky, sarcastic and funny as hell. She’s also the ultimate control freak when it comes to her brothers, until she meets her match in the form of a Navy SEAL with a dirty, dirty mouth. God I loved me some Will!  They hooked up at Lauren and Matt’s wedding and it was suppose to be scheduled sex and that’s all, but little by little Will would infiltrate Shannon’s time and taking her away from her family.

The chemistry between Shannon and Will was crazy sexy and Will although would find Shannon’s smart mouth annoying, yet he could not help being turned on.  Between the insults, fruit throwing and texts, the sexy times these two shared, let’s just say, hopefully you are reading them in the privacy of your home.  If you have read any of Kate’s previous books, you know that Riley loves giving everyone a nickname and his nickname for Will is spot on, Captain America.  Will wanted to take care of Shannon, yes, he knew she was Ms. Independent and all that shit, but he knows that she needs someone to look over her as well and he’s the right man for the job. Yet, with his deployments here and there, Shannon just like the status quo with regards to Will.

If you’re new to the series, well you are so going to hate Angus (that’s the father) I hated him from the very beginning and hate even more so now.  Without giving too much away, I loved how Shannon did not let the shit Angus rained upon her, define her.  I was having a discussion with my co-blogger Ivy about this particular subject, and although I understood where she was coming from with regards to Shannon’s past, I felt that the author did not want that particular time in Shannon’s upbringing to be the focal point of the book.  I really love how Kate writes a strong female heroine.

This by far has been my favorite book of the series.  Kate keeps getting better and better and I cannot wait for the next installment.  I will leave you with a few of my favorite quotes from the book:  Shannon to Tom and the reason I am putting this is because it reminds me of Kate and her posts regarding herself and Boy Assistant lol:  “You have a directive.  solve problems without my involvement.”  Tom nodded, chastened.  “On it.”  Will’s internal description of Shannon lol:  It was as if Strawberry Shortcake fucked Winston Churchill, and nine months later, Shannon Walsh was born.  Oh how about Will telling Shannon who’s boss: “Let’s get one thing straight right now, I do the fucking here.” Let’s not forget whenever Shannon disagreed with Will:  “Allow me to repeat myself: come clean or choke on my dick.”  Good times people, good times.  

– Michelle

*An ARC was provided by the author for an honest review.



“I would like my phone back,” Shannon said, her voice cold and shrill. “Now.”

I admired how hard she worked at that attitude. She put everything into being pissed off, and it made me want to throw her up against any of the cars in this underground garage and fuck her while she insulted me.

“Not happening,” I murmured.

“Motherfucking meathead,” she huffed, stomping away.

“Could you change that to lawyer-fucking meathead? I really prefer precise insults.”

It was a prime opportunity to study her ass in a tiny pair of yellow shorts. And those legs. Fuck me, those legs.

I was almost too preoccupied with the thick freckle clusters on her hamstrings to notice she’d opened a Range Rover’s rear gate and was busy piling her things inside. Stopping beside her, I grabbed the bags from her and stowed them myself.

“Hand over the keys, peanut,” I said while I tossed my backpack beside her brightly colored quilted bags. “Unless you’d like to see some more commando tactics.”

Shannon chucked the keys at my head, growling and murmuring to herself as she pivoted, marched to the passenger side, and flung the door open. She was still fuming when I settled beside her in the driver’s seat. She really wanted that phone.

“What?” I asked, gesturing to the car’s tricked-out interior. Why a little girl needed a badass SUV was beyond me. “No up-armored Humvees available?”

She crossed her legs and stared out the window. “You can suck my dick, William.”

Fuuuuuuck. She made furious look too hot for words. I was ready to blow off Montauk and drag her upstairs for angry sex, but we’d agreed upon a disappearance. We both needed a reprieve from who we were every day, and we weren’t going to get that in the middle of her city.

“I would, Shannon,” I said, “if you didn’t have it shoved up my ass at the moment.”

She leaned back, tapping her finger against her lips, a predatory smile breaking across her face.

“Hmm. I’ve heard your sister enjoys ass play too. Like, really enjoys it.”

My groan vibrated through the car and Shannon covered her mouth as evil giggles spilled out.

“You didn’t fucking go there.”

I shook my head and drew a deep breath. I could accept my little sister being married. I could tolerate the general concept of her having sex. I could not handle specific details about her sex life, and I was morally obligated to execute her husband if they were having anything other than bland, infrequent, missionary sex.

“Tell me you didn’t go there. You know why? Because if you fucking went there, I’ll have to scramble a wet team to dispose of your brother’s body when I’m finished with him. And that’s not on our agenda for today, peanut.”

“I could be bluffing,” she said. I spared her an impatient look while backing out of the parking space. “Could be. But you’ll have to give me my phone back.”



Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people–be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane–ever since.

Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.

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The Walsh Series

Underneath It All – book 1:

One hot architect. One naughty schoolteacher. One crazy night that changes everything.

If I had known I’d have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I’d have made time for a pedicure. Also, a little chat about not losing my shit at all the wrong moments.

Hindsight was a bitch, and karma…well, I didn’t know her story yet.

Meet Lauren Halsted.

It’s all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.

After I fell ass-over-elbow into Matthew Walsh’s arms.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.

Meet Matthew Walsh.

A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn’t letting anyone tell her what to do.

Unless, of course, she was naked.

She wasn’t looking for me and I sure as shit wasn’t looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.

Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws them down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.

The Space Between – book 2:

A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?

This is the second book in The Walsh Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel with characters from the first book making appearances.

Some lines are meant to be crossed.


That hair.

That fucking hair.

It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull.

And that would be fine if she wasn’t my apprentice.

Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston’s crumbling buildings.


My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, sweaty yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn’t part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.

Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.

Necessary Restorations – book 3:

They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…

This is the third book in The Walsh Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel with characters from the first two books making appearances.

He’s a flawed perfectionist…

I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off.

But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I can’t read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she’s the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can’t let her go.

She’s wildly independent…

My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston’s underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect.

I’m defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.

I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I’m happy pretending history won’t catch up with me.

The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.

They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.

It’s the wrongs that make the rights come to life.

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