Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Beard Science (Winston Brothers #3) by Penny Reid

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Make a deal with the devil and you might get what you want, but will it be what you need?

Jennifer Sylvester wants one thing, and that one thing is NOT to be Tennessee’s reigning Banana Cake Queen. Ever the perpetual good girl and obedient daughter, Jennifer is buckling under the weight of her social media celebrity, her mother’s ambitions, and her father’s puritanical mandates. Jennifer is officially desperate.

And desperate times call for Cletus Winston.

Cletus Winston is a puzzle wrapped in a mystery covered in conundrum sauce, and now he’s in a pickle. Despite being convinced of his own omniscience, extortion by the exalted Banana Cake Queen of Green Valley has taken him completely by surprise. So... what’s a maniacal mastermind to do?

Likely, the last thing you expect.

'Beard Science' is the third book in the Winston Brothers series, is a full-length romantic comedy novel, and can be read as a standalone.


Cletus is an evil mastermind. Well maybe not evil, but he has a lot of coals in the fire at any one time. He notices things, makes note, and uses that information when he needs it. When he wants someone to do something for him. He has dirt on almost everyone in town, but no one seems to know that. His brothers know he is tricky, but he is good at pretending to be the affable guy around town.

Jennifer is the banana cake queen. Not that she wants to be that, or is only that, but that is the only thing everyone in town seems to know about her. She was incredibly sheltered, homeschooled and her parents still have tight control over her. She always does what they want even if it is not what she wants. After her brother left the family and disappointed everyone she just can't do that to them as well. So she dresses in her costume, she puts on her smile, she tries to be the banana cake queen they want her to be, only she hates it. She doesn't like to be the center of attention, to be on camera, anything like that . She is quite, but she notices things as well. Mainly how dangerous Cletus is. No one else seems to realize he is anything more than the odd Winston brother, but she sees him. She has been watching and compiling her own data. He is not always the nice guy he tries to pretend he is.

When Jennifer's parents finally want her to do something she really doesn't want to do she only has one option. One person she can go to for help. Cletus. She has dirt on Cletus and she is not above using it to get him to help her. Yes, she is kind of afraid of him, but she doesn't have any other options. Cletus has never really noticed Jennifer and when she comes to him for help he pretty much brushes her off right away. Until she surprises him with her blackmail. It is not easy to surprise Cletus, but Jennifer keeps doing just that. Oh it was great. Cletus knows just what she needs, she needs more self confidence to be able to stand up to her parents. She needs to let her strength shine through, the strength that is already there, and do what makes her happy. These two...man they were awesome together. The slow build, the inexperience, the unexpected.

Cletus and Jennifer were so much fun to read. Cletus thinks he is always in control of the situation, after all he knows who he will eventually date and whatnot when the time comes, but Jennifer gets under his skin. She starts liking him as well and it was awesome. I loved this read. I already loved Cletus before I started the book, but the two of them together? Amazing. I especially loved once Cletus realized Jennifer was for him. His possessiveness? Phew! I wasn't quite expecting that, but I loved every minute of it! He was wonderful to read. I loved how he saw Jennifer and talked of her once he realized his feelings. Oh Cletus, you somehow made me love you even more than I already did. .

This story is amazing. I loved watching these two grow and figure things out. It is not always easy, they don't always know what they are doing, but oh it was wonderful. I knew I would love this story, but I didn't realize just how much awesomeness would be packed into it. Go. Read this book. Cletus + Jennifer = Love!

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★1/2


“So Cletus told me I needed to change one thing every day. He wasn’t specific about what I should change, just that I should decide on the one thing myself.”

Billy nodded.

I continued. “At first I didn’t see the purpose, but—do you know?—Cletus was right. Something as trivial as paining my nails a different color made me feel like I could do anything I set my mind to.”

Billy smiled.

I continued. “Cletus also said-”

Billy cleared his throat. “Do you go to the jam session much? I think I’ve only seen you here a handful of times.”

“I don’t, actually. I’d like to, but Saturdays are busy. I’m usually making special orders on Friday night. I’ve heard you sing a few times, though. You should do it more often, you have such a nice voice.”

Billy smiled again, his eyes sliding to me then away. “Thank you.”

“And Cletus is amazing on the banjo. Last year he did a folksy version of Thriller, during Halloween. It was spectacular.”

Billy sighed.

Conversation was surprisingly easy with Billy Winston, once I stopped being afraid of saying the wrong thing. Instead of worrying, I just said whatever I wanted. He wasn’t a big talker, other than asking me questions, so I filled the silence. Sometimes what I said made him laugh. Sometimes it made him nod. Sometimes it made him cough.

But usually whatever I said made him smile. And that was nice. He was nice.
He pulled his truck into the community center lot and it was clear the jam session was already in full swing. The evening was chilly, so folks were dressed in coats.

I pulled my shawl over my shoulders and Billy opened my door, helping me from the car. I slipped my fingers back into the crook of his elbow while trying to suppress a new, and more powerful, flutter of excitement as we approached the community center.

I wondered if Cletus would be there. I wondered what he would think of my dress, and my hair in a bun, and my purposefully minimal makeup, and my nail polish. Even though I was nervous, I grinned at the thought.

“What are you smiling about?” Billy asked, giving me the side eye.

“I’m nervous,” I answered honestly, feeling breathless, then asked before I could catch myself, “Do you think Cletus is here?”

Billy’s mouth tugged to the side and he studied my face. “I’m sure he is. Why?”

“I wonder what he’ll think of my dress,” I admitted excitedly.

Billy chuckled and shook his head.

“What? What is it?” I pressed, searching his profile for a sign as to why he was laughing.

He pulled us to a stop and faced me. “Since this is a practice date, do you want me to give you a tip?”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. All tips are welcome.”

“Okay. Here goes,” he gathered large breath, like he was bracing himself, and said, “When you’re on a date with a man, it’s probably best not to bring up a different man.”

My lips parted as my face fell. “I’m sorry. I keep talking about your brother.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “This is a practice, no need to apologize. I’m not upset. But if this were a real date, you bringing up Cletus and wondering what he’s going to think of your dress would definitely rub me the wrong way. If I’m on a date, I want that woman to be thinking only of me. Does that make sense?”

I nodded, because it did make sense. “Just like, I probably wouldn’t like it—if this were a real date—if you kept bringing up other woman.”

“That’s right.” He moved my hand back to his arm. “You’ll want to keep the conversation about the two of you.”
I considered things as we walked. “Thank you, Billy.”

“For what?” He opened the double door for me, placing his hand on the small of my back to usher me inside. The entryway was full of people, but I hardly noticed them.

“Thanks for doing this, and for the tip. Thanks for sacrificing your Friday night.”

Billy covered my fingers on his arm with his hand. “It’s not a sacrifice, Jennifer.”

“Well, it can’t be pleasant.”

He grinned again and gave me an incredulous look.

“What? What did I do this time? Do you have more tips?” I needed to know. I hoped he filled the whole night with tips, so I would be an expert when the time came for a real date.

Billy’s grin faded as his piercing blue eyes moved over my face. If he’d done this just last week I think I would’ve fainted on the spot, mortified and terrified and assured of my own failure.

But so much had changed in a week. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. I was changing, becoming braver. So I met his glacial eyes straight on and lifted my eyebrows encouragingly.

“You can tell me, whatever it is,” I whispered earnestly, stepping closer. “Like I said, all tips welcome.”

Finally, he said, “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

I gaped at him, because that was not what I’d expected him to say.

But before I could recover, a stern voice to my left interjected. “She has no idea whatsoever.”
I turned and found Cletus standing at my shoulder. Startled, I stumbled a step to the side so I could see him better. What I found surprised me.

His jaw was clenched.

His mouth was curved into a frown.

And Cletus’ eyes, a dangerous and fiery blue, were narrowed on his brother.
About the Author:

Penny Reid is the USA Today Best Selling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she's not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She's also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.
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Release Day: Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One (King #5) by T.M. Fraizer

Preppy is now live!!! Seriously you want to read this book. It is so so so good. I couldn't put it down once I started. It is everything I wanted from a Preppy story and more. Now to wait for part 2!

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Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.

He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.

Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.

Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.

And their deaths.

For most people, death is the end of their story.

For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.

This is the fifth book in the King Series and it's meant to be read after Soulless.

About the Author:

 T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.

She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.

In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.

It only took her twenty years to start the next one.

It will not be about hamsters.

Monday, October 24, 2016

The Fall by T. Gephart

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Salvation doesn’t exist.
It’s a lie people tell themselves in the dark, alone so their conscience might be eased. To give them hope that, in the end, we can all be forgiven.
Except we can’t.
And no amount of praying will change that.
For me there will be no redemption, and I will leave this world with the same black heart I entered it with.
The comfort in knowing who I am and what I am capable of keeps me warmer than any lie of having my soul saved.
Because I know the truth.
Because I know there is no Heaven.
And there is no Hell.
There is only the fall.

Michael has no one. No family. No Friends. And not a soul in the world cares about him, only a system that tried to break him.
With a strong dislike for establishments and conformity, he has lived his life as a rogue. A hired thug with no allegiances except to his own word.

Sofia has grown up in the shadow of her father—one of the most powerful drug lords in the city. She has vowed to bring him to justice, moving through the ranks of the Chicago PD in an effort to be as far removed from her father’s lifestyle as possible.

Two worlds collide when Michael shows up at her door, a gun in his hand and a look in his eyes that terrifies her. Suddenly, Sofia has a price on her head and Michael is the only one who can keep her out of the crossfire.


I really enjoyed The Fall. Michael and Sofia were so much fun to read. She was strong and tough, and he started off so cold and closed off. It was awesome!

Michael is not a warm and fuzzy person. He doesn't have any family, he doesn't have any friends, he has no one he really cares about. He lives by taking on odd jobs from all the low lives in the city. Killing people, beating them up, collecting their money, whatever. He will do it. No questions asked as long as it pays. He doesn't have emotions, you can't make him change his mind by reasoning with him, he just is. He is just surviving until the end. Until the Fall. Until this life is over. He came into this world with nothing and no one and he will go out the same way. 

Sofia is the daughter of one of the big drug lords in the city. She knows that world, but she doesn't want anything to do with it. In fact she wants to take the whole organization down. She is a police office and she will do whatever she can to help clean up the streets. Until someone put a hit out on her and she needs Michael's help to stay safe. 

They don't know who is after them, but Michael is really good at what he does. He will keep her safe no matter what. And he will try not to act on this attraction he feels to her. He doesn't want to open up and talk about things, he doesn't want to get closer, to feel things, to really live. He wants to keep things the way they are. But Sofia somehow starts to worm her way in. It was so cute. I loved it. The two of them together were fun. Sofia knows how to push his buttons, he keeps reminding her he doesn't care about her, but somehow it just works. Being stuck in a life or death situation, having to be hide out so people don't kill you, gives the two of them the time they need. 

This was a wonderful read. I really enjoyed it. I loved Michael's stony exterior (and interior). I loved how he didn't care about anything. And how Sofia was able to help and hold her own when things get tricky. I actually really loved the ending, but then the epilogue! Oh, the epilogue....will there be another book? Cause the way that ended...I want to know what happens after! 

*Note: I received a free copy of this book for voluntary review consideration

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★




An anguished scream ripped through the night as the rain pummeled against the thick stained glass. The heavy splat against the windows was not unlike the streams of unrelenting tears that rolled down her face.

Darkness had come, and with it the howling wind battered at the doors, stirring at the unrest. The fat white candles that littered the room were the only source of illumination, a lightning strike killing the power an hour or two before.

The sisters had gathered, huddled together as mumbled Our Father’s competed against the sound of the storm, fearing the Devil himself was knocking at their door.

It wasn’t just the gale and torrential rain that crackled in the dark. Evil was dense in the air, rolling in like an all-encompassing fog—heavier than the thickest winter coat.

Another scream pierced through the sound of the weather. The very voice tore from her throat like a soul desperate to leave its earthly vessel.

There was no hope. It was the sound of death.

“Please,” she begged. The accumulation of fear and pain weighted in that one word made the sisters’ skin goose bump like the cold that had yet to breach the room. “Please, save him.”

Labored breaths dragged in air behind her chattering teeth.




It was more than a plea, and there was no mistake it would be the woman’s last request.


Sister Catherine’s gaze rose to Mother Superior from her place on the floor. Her knees had been cemented to the very spot for the last ten hours, but not for prayer like the others. She waited for direction as blood stained the cold blue stone rock around her. Both the mother and child were closer to meeting the heavenly Father than the dawn was to the new day.

“Mother, we’re losing her.”

Mother’s eyes closed as she drew out a long, deep breath—Sister Catherine was right—the end was coming quickly.

“We will do all that we can, child. Be at peace.” Her hand brushed against the damp forehead of the expectant mother.

They had been the only words of comfort Mother could offer without betraying the cloth. She couldn’t lie to her. Not because of the promise she had made when she had accepted the habit, but because her very eyes watched as mortality slipped from the blessed child on the floor, the gray pallor of her skin already making her look like a corpse.

“One more push.” Sister Catherine’s attention was refocused, her actions determined to keep Mother’s promise. “I can see the head, but you need to help me.”

Sister Catherine’s hands worked swiftly, her fingers doing their best to work with the limited knowledge she had. Her calling had come during her second year of medical school; the important things not yet learned. But she was young, just barely having accepted her final vows, and her determination to serve was stronger than her fear.

This was not how she’d imagined her vocation, but one did not question when it came to serving the Lord. She would do whatever she needed to do, and tonight it was the experience of her pre-cloistered life that was desperately needed.

There were no further words, not from Sister Catherine nor from the woman who lay in front of her. The last gasps of energy were needed if the mother was going to be able to birth her child, and only the Lord himself knew if either of them would survive.

“Agh!” The mother fell back, the rock beneath her biting into her skin but she no longer felt pain. Not from her body at least, her agony had long been numbed. It was the heaviness in her heart that was her only emotion.

Just a little more.

She wasn’t sure if it had been Sister Catherine’s urging or her own internal thought that spoke those words, but it had been enough to keep her going. Her face strained from the effort as she bore down through the constant contractions. It would have to be enough. She had nothing left.

The child she had carried for nine months slipped from her body, finally making his entrance as she whispered her offering to the Father. That offering being her own sacrifice.

Take me, she prayed. Let him live, take me.

Her eyelids closed as Sister Catherine delivered the son, but there had been no cry. Not from the mother and not from her child, the eerie silence settling into the room as she accepted her fate. In fact, there had been no sound as she took her last breath, her eyes not having the luxury of gazing on the boy she’d been so desperate to save. Whether or not she’d succeeded, beyond her control.

“He’s breathing, barely.” Sister Catherine’s hands swaddled the boy with her own veil, his entrance into the world only a few moments before. “He’s weak, but he’s fighting.” She hoped it would be enough. They had already lost the mother; losing the boy would surely be too much.

“A fighter. Yes, we shall call him Michael.” Mother genuflected beside the altar, offering quick word of thanks before she rose to her feet. There wasn’t a lot of time; they needed to get the child to the hospital and fast.

“Blessed child, Michael.” The tiniest drop of holy water rolled off the infant’s forehead. Mother’s hand hovered above it, her lips moving quickly as the sacred words of baptism spilled from them. It was the best she could do without a priest, but at least she’d given him hope.

“There’s no time for an ambulance. Sister Mary, bring the car around. I will keep him breathing if needed.” Sister Catherine’s resolve kicked in. He would live. He would not die on the cold stained floor of the church.

“Go.” Mother clutched at the crucifix that hung close to her breast and slowly removed it from her neck. “I will care for the mother.” The gold chain placed gently upon the lifeless body of the mother who would never know the child she had birthed.

Sisters Catherine and Mary wasted no time; the boy’s breaths shallow as they ran out of the church into the courtyard toward the old used sedan. The rain soaked their clothes in minutes, the doors closing quickly behind them as the engine roared to life. Thankfully the hospital was not more than a few miles away.

And while it had been Sister Catherine’s previous expertise that had kept Michael alive, Sister Mary’s reputation for her lead foot was exactly what they needed now. The church and the convent quickly faded in the rearview mirror as they sped away.

Catherine and Mary’s attention had been about reaching the hospital, while Mother knelt beside the woman whom she hadn’t known nearly long enough, but had loved like her own child. She remembered the very day she had come to them, the day they had accepted her as one of their own.

She had been so brave; even as the end came her strength had not waned. Fearless, even in the face of her own death. She was safe now, seated with the Father, free from pain and sorrow. The Lord would protect her and do what Mother had been unable to do. God forgive her, while it had been Sister Catherine’s hands that had been bloodied, it had been Mother’s who had worn the biggest stain.

Had her vow of silence been responsible for the death?

“Should we call the police?” Sister Bridget offered, her bright eyes blinking away tears they all felt welling. “Mother? What would you like us to do?”

It was a question Mother had been contemplating for weeks. What she would do when the time came and the child was born. Had she done the right thing? They should have taken her to a hospital. It was insanity to try and handle this within the walls of their sanctuary, and yet it was exactly what she had promised. No one would ever know about the child. Not how he came to be in this world or who his parents had been, his existence hidden by not only her resolve, but that of her devotion to the mother.

No. No one could know.

The plan was set.

The boy was to be reported as abandoned, left in the church’s vestibule with no indication of who the mother was. It was a lie and one she would take to her grave. Her father would judge her, but when that time came she knew he would understand.

“No. No police.” Mother’s voice was hoarse as she removed the veil from her head and covered the body. “Our sister is gone. We will see that she is buried with the faithful at the back, but there can be no record.”

“Mother?” There was a collective gasp, the very fabric of their lives called into question as she told them her plan.

“We must honor her. We must give her the peace in death she was unable to gain in life. I have prayed on it and it is the only way. In this you must trust.” Her voice maintained its steely resolve, even if underneath her heart was breaking.

Did she do everything she could?

God help her, she couldn’t be sure she had.

“Save him.” Mother’s eyes rose to the crucifix mounted on the wall, the words more a prayer than a request. “Please, Lord. Save him.”

Her thoughts returned to the boy, his mother giving her own life so that he might live.

Only time would tell whether it had been enough.

About the Author:

T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.

T’s approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience.

With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world.

While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog.

An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn’t lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past “colorful” experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don’t have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn’t let it go.

T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride!

Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.

Teaser Reveal: The Lost Codex (The Collectors' Society #4) by Heather Lyons

Who is excited for the fourth book in The Collectors' Society series?? I know I am. Oh, I cannot wait to read this one. I absolutely loved the prior three books, this is one of my all time favorite series, and I know this final chapter will be just as amazing! Read on for some teasers and looks for pre-order links coming soon. November 7th is not that far away!


Allies, once inseparable, splinter until they break apart. An insidiousness carves its way through Wonderland, challenging the land’s very existence. Battle lines will be drawn as pages, long languishing in darkness, are finally illuminated. Swords will clash, blood will be spilled, and lives will be lost. For what is written can still be erased.  

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About the Author:

Heather Lyons is known for writing epic, heartfelt love stories often with a fantastical twist. From Young Adult to New Adult to Adult novels—one commonality in all her books is the touching, and sometimes heart-wrenching, romance. In addition to writing, she's also been an archaeologist and a teacher. She and her husband and children live in sunny Southern California and are currently working their way through every cupcakery she can find.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Last Call (Bad Habits #3) by Staci Hart

last call
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Once Rose Fisher makes a decision, that’s it. End of story.

Like when her ex, Patrick, dumped her out of the blue, then showed up with a super hot, tatted up sex kitten on his arm. Then it was over for good. The end. Poof. Dead to her. Except he was everywhere — down the hall, at the bar with their friends, worming his way into her dreams.

But with their friends paired off, they’re left alone more and more. Rose is determined to keep him friendzoned — doesn’t matter that he stares at her with a smolder that drops all panties in a ten foot radius. She’s over him, and she’ll prove it by getting back into the dating game, Patrick be damned.

Patrick Evans is no stranger to consequences. When your mother walks out, your dad drifts away. When you leave home, you’re on your own. And when you run away from the girl you love, you lose her. He finally has an opportunity to rebuild the bridge he burned, and it’s not one he’ll take for granted. But he’ll have to fight for her, even if it hurts. Even if it means he’ll walk away brokenhearted. Because deep down, he knows that she’s it for him. 

The trick will be to get her to admit she feels it too.


I have been waiting to read Patrick and Rose's story since I first met them. Throughout the other books you can see Patrick pining away for her, but knows that it is all his fault he is no longer with her. And once Rose makes up her mind it is really hard to get her to change it. Since Patrick hurt her before she is adamant that she will not give him a chance again. She can't. 

Oh these two. They are really a bit too alike in a lot of ways. Both of them scared that the other will hurt them, will leave them, and both not able to really talk about what they are feeling. It was fun watching them circle each other, watching Patrick try and slowly creep back in. I really enjoyed this read. 

This author sure knows how to write amazing, fun, sweet, cute romances. I have loved everything of hers I have read. They are all just so cute and fun and wonderful. They make me smile. 

So Patrick messed up 7 months ago. He told Rose he wanted out because he was afraid of his feelings, and she let him go without a word. No asking him to stay or anything. Which to him confirmed that she didn't care. Only he realized too late how much she did and by then it was too late. She has been giving him the cold shoulder since then. Or as much of a cold shoulder as she can when he is there all the time. She was really hurt and doesn't want to chance her heart again even if she is still not over him. 

When Patrick starts showing up more and more, is really just around all the time, she has a hard time staying away. It was fun to watch. They are so cute together. The whole time you are just rooting for them and watching and waiting for them to figure out that they both love each other. That they both will be there for the other if they can just get out of their way. All of their friends see it, really I am sure strangers even see it, but they just can't. They are too much in their heads, but luckily they figure it out in the end. It was really sweet. 

Now I will say the end felt just a tiny bit rushed. Like everything was fixed just a tad too quickly and easily, but I loved these character so much I didn't even care. There is a lot going on, Patrick having to figure out how to not let his past ruin things in more ways than one, but he was solid. He is just a really good guy and once he cares about you he cares about you. That is it. It was just such a fun read. 

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Loving Mr. Daniels by Brittainy C. Cherry

loving mr. daniels
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To Whom it May Concern, 

It was easy to call us forbidden and harder to call us soulmates. Yet I believed we were both. Forbidden soulmates. 

When I arrived to Edgewood, Wisconsin I didn’t plan to find him. I didn't plan to stumble into Joe's bar and have Daniel's music stir up my emotions. I had no clue that his voice would make my hurts forget their own sorrow. I had no idea that my happiness would remember its own bliss. 

When I started senior year at my new school, I wasn’t prepared to call him Mr. Daniels, but sometimes life happens at the wrong time for all the right reasons. 

Our love story wasn’t only about the physical connection.

It was about family. It was about loss. It was about being alive. It was silly. It was painful. It was mourning. It was laughter.

It was ours. 

And for those reasons alone, I would never apologize for Loving Mr. Daniels. 


Loving Mr. Daniels was another great read from this author. It is a story that I was iffy about starting, I mean a student/teacher romance? It just didn't seem like it would be my thing, but with this author it was. It is not an easy, fun romance, but sometimes there is just no denying who you fall for. Even if it is not right or would be looked down upon by others. 

Loving Mr. Daniels features two people who both are going through a rough time. They both are facing loss and are a bit lost. They both are there for the other and their souls just call to each other. Neither of them expected to fall for anyone, especially not once they realize who they have to be, but they can't help it. Mr. Daniel Daniels was wonderful and a new teacher at school. 

Ashlyn is new in town. She was shipped off by her mom after her twin, Gabby, died. Now she has to go live with the dad who never had anything to do with her life. The dad who has a new family and siblings she never knew about. A town where she doesn't know anyone and she is still hurting from losing Gabby. She is kind of a mess so she wasn't expecting to be drawn to Daniel when she sees him. When she hears him sing. When he is there and talking to her and making her feel just a little bit better. She definitely wasn't expecting him to be her teacher. 

Because he is her teacher these two can't just date like they normally would. The school would look down upon that, especially Ashlyn's dad who is assistant principal of the school. They have a lot of ups and downs, but in the end it comes down to the fact that they just can't deny this pull that is there between them. It was sweet and heartbreaking at the same time because you know it will blow up eventually. No one can keep that secret forever so...you are just waiting for it and hoping it won't be too bad. 

Along the way Ashlyn gets to know her new siblings more and makes some new friends. It is a struggle for both of them, Daniels doesn't like seeing her with other boys, but he can't really step in and say anything either. It was a rough ride, but I loved them together. I was rooting for them the whole time. And things are messy, not easy, other heartbreaking things happen and it was just a really great read. This author has a way with words that I love. She tells stories that draw you in and make you want to keep reading forever. Even though it was a love that wouldn't be allowed, it was still a great read. I loved how it ended up, what happened to resolve everything. It was a great read. 

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ 

Monday, October 17, 2016

Beneath These Chains (Beneath #3) by Meghan March

Beneath these chains
Available on
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I was raised on the streets, so I know things are rarely as simple as they appear—especially this rich girl showing up at my pawnshop demanding a job.

She’s the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be damned if I can make her leave.

Shit just got complicated … but when it comes to her—I want complicated.

We’re both fighting our own demons, and our only chance at a future is to let go of the past.

But will we be strong enough to break free from beneath these chains?

BENEATH THESE CHAINS may be read as a standalone. 


Beneath These Chains was a fun read. I loved Lord and Elle, though I didn't realize this was the third book when I started reading. It can be read as a standalone, but there were times when someone was mentioned that I knew I missed something from the prior book. I will just have to go back and read the second book to find out what I missed.

Lord is a big, strong, tattooed guy who owns a pawn shop on the wrong side of the tracks. He bought the shop from his brother and is trying to make it work. He desperately wants to succeed, but is having a bit of a rough time and he is not sure why. He has a kid who he helped off the streets working for him, Mathieu, and is just trying to run his business. 

Elle is a rich girl, from a rich family, and the best friend of his brothers girlfriend. So off limits to Lord. I mean he doesn't want to do anything that could potentially mess up what his brother has going. He can't. His brother means too much to him and is finally happy. He doesn't want to mess with that no matter how attracted to Elle he is. 

When Elle shows up at his pawn shop and basically tells him she is working there and won't take no for an answer things get a bit tricky. He is not sure why she is there, but he wants her to leave, but also stay. He just isn't sure what to do really. Things only get worse when the big bad crime guy sets his sights on Elle so he has to claim her as his own. That and bodies keep piling up that are connected to him and Elle. People who he argued with or had a run in with. Things get a bit tricky and through it all Elle and Lord grow closer. 

Oh this was a fun read. I love the big, tough, alpha males and the girls who can stand up to them. I love the mystery of who is killing people and that I didn't expect where the story went. Really I loved watching Lord open up and show some vulnerability. I also loved that he would do the right thing even if it was hard. This was great. Now I can't wait to go back and read his brother's story. 

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★