Friday, September 30, 2016

Book Review for Neighbors by Stylo Fantome


Things a good neighbor can do for you:

1. Give you a cup of sugar

2. Let you borrow his lawnmower

3. Water your plants while you're on vacation

4. Make your eyes roll back in your head with his tongue

Katya Tocci has never paid much attention to who lives next door - her career always kept her too busy. She's a good girl, working her way to becoming the most sought after cake designer in all of San Francisco.

But even a good girl's gotta cut loose once in a while, right? So one fake dating profile later, and she's ready to tarnish her squeaky clean image. Little does she know, her fun time is closer to home than she ever imagined.

Throw in a neighbor who wants to corrupt her, and another who just wants to own her, and her entire world is flipped upside down.

Who knew neighbors could be so helpful?

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REVIEW: On the Fence But Some Very Interesting Stars

I'm invested and I need to know what happens!! This was my first book by Stylo Fantôme and I was impressed with her storyline and the twists involved in this one....however, I am on the fence as to how to rate this. I went back and forth on this one. I will be honest and say that I almost quit this book three times. 13% and I was wondering what I was reading. I was nitpicking everything I read and I hate when I do that. But then I made it to 21% and figured I could give it a little more push...a fair shake, ya know? Next thing I knew, I was at 59% and the book was finally picking up and I was actually enjoying it. Far in, but I wasn't giving up after being invested that far into a book. I still nitpicked until the end, but the actual storyline really made me want to find out what happened.

Some of the good points that stuck out for me:
◆ The story showed a woman coming out of her shell, learning to grow and become a little more carefree.
◆ The story showed a guy that gave a girl a chance where he judged her based on how she dressed, not who she was on the inside.
◆ The story showed a guy that had walls around his heart learn to break free of them and learn that his heart is able to love.
◆ HOT. This book was hot and I did enjoy some parts of it.
◆ TRIANGLE....need I say more? I *love* triangles. Immediate read for me based on that alone.
◆ That EPIC cliffhanger. Why would I EVER admit that when I actually don't enjoy cliffies when the next book isn't out? Because it was just that good. The buildup to the end was really good in some areas.

Those are GREAT points....they really worked well for the story. Having said that, I need to explain why I am on the fence on how to rate this.

◆ I felt the chemistry between the characters felt EXTREMELY forced at some points. It actually ended up working really well for them in the end though, so the buildup was hard to follow, but the ending worked.
◆ The third person writing didn't really work for me. It was all over the place in some areas, so I had to reread a few parts to follow what was going on. I have read third many times, and while it isn't my favorite POV to read in, it can work when written well.
◆ Some of the actions done....did NOT speak to me. Like, at all.
◆ We were in Katya's head a lot. A LOT.

This is a triangle, and this was the biggest draw for me because I love triangles. That part, the emotions at the end, were ON POINT!!! That cliffhanger was one of the BEST cliffhangers I have ever read and actually smiled at. Seriously smiled at because I definitely can't wait to read the next book. I hope it comes soon....because that was epic.

Overall, I *will* read the conclusion to this story and I *will* read more by her because this just may be her style.  A little different, a little quirky. Enough for me to come back for more.
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It was no joke.

Liam had been waiting in the lobby for her at nine o'clock, sharp. Liam Edenhoff –

“but everyone calls me Eden” – he'd introduced himself again to her before guiding her out to a taxi he'd had waiting.

She felt a little nauseous. She'd chugged down another half bottle of wine, and some crème de menthe, before heading downstairs to meet him. She'd almost talked herself out of going, but she'd made the mistake of telling her roommate

Tori about the whole fiasco. Apparently, Katya owed it to women everywhere (and Tori in particular) to explore this opportunity to its fullest. She'd all but been shoved out the apartment, the door slammed and locked in her face.

“Nervous?” Liam Eden-whatever-his-name-was asked her as the cab slowed to a crawl.

“Nope,” Katya's voice sounded overly loud.

“Liar. Tonight is gonna be an interesting night, angel cake.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What's your last name?”

“None of your business.”

“Okay then – when the gang bang starts, I'll tell them to call you Katya X.”

She couldn't stop the blush from happening that time. Liam burst out laughing, then soothed the sting by grabbing her hand.

Even when they got out of the cab, he didn't let go of her. Normally, she would've been uncomfortable with a stranger assuming such a familiarity with her, but this time, she was thankful for it. She held onto him tightly as they walked down a crowded street. Then they turned into an alley, and his gang bang joke didn't seem so funny. He led her to a plain door, above which a simple, small, neon sign spelled out “The Garden”. Outside were several small groups of people, chatting and smoking. Some of them called out greetings to him, all of them using his nickname, but a large and scary looking bouncer addressed him very properly.

“Hey, Mr. Edenhoff, wasn't expecting you in tonight. Any problems?”

“Nope, just bringing a friend to show her the place, let her see what I do for a living.”

All the blood was quickly rushing from Katya's limbs, pooling somewhere in her stomach. None of this was a joke. He really did own the place, that much was obvious.

As Liam led her through the door, though, Katya actually felt a surge of confidence. She was still nervous, still more than a little scared, but she was okay with it. Liam seemed like a nice guy, he wasn't going to take her into some dark room and insert foreign objects into her orifices. She could leave whenever she wanted to, whenever it got too uncomfortable. Everything was fine, and for once, she was doing something exciting. She'd even have something interesting to talk about at work the next day.


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Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.




Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Excerpt for Four Letter Word by J Daniels

I showered and shaved, slathered on my favorite sweet-smelling body lotion, slid into the dress after deciding on a thong and no bra, thanks to the mesh, and curled and teased my hair, giving it body and height that looked kick-ass paired with my outfit.

I also went to town on my makeup job, keeping everything heavy but the kind of heavy that screamed fierce concertgoer and not back alley hooker.

Dark, smoky eyes, false lashes that flared at the ends, and warm cerise lipstick.

I felt pretty. Really pretty.

The kind of pretty a girl had to commemorate with a selfie, and there was only one person in the entire world I wanted to send that selfie to.

I bit my lip while swiping my phone off the bed and pulling up the camera mode.

I was nervous.

Understandably so. This would be the first time Brian was going to see me.

Like ever.

Heavy stuff right there.

I’d thought about sending him pictures before, but got sidetracked with conversation and his sweet as warmed honey voice I wanted to taste, and all thoughts of pictures would slip my mind. Considering he never asked to see a photo of me didn’t help either.

Since he wasn’t bringing it up, I was hardly thinking about it.

But right now, standing in my bedroom with my makeup done up and my hair looking prettier than it had on prom night, sending Brian a picture of me was suddenly all I could think about.

And before I could think or whisper talk myself out of it, I reversed the camera so I could see myself on the screen, held the device out in front of me and off to the right a bit, pursed my stained lips into a kiss, other hand poised at my chin to blow it, and snapped the picture.

Then I attached it to a text and hit Send.

Feeling WILD.

I wanted to put my phone down. Really I did, especially since I had to snap on my studded cuff bracelet and that required use of both hands, furthermore because Tori had given me a fifteen-minute warning close to fifteen minutes ago, but I couldn’t let the damn thing go.

I couldn’t stop looking at it either.

My stomach was clenched. I was biting my fist and pacing the length of the bed, head down and eyes anxiously focused.

But when the little bubbles floated in teasing intervals on my screen and I knew Brian had seen my photo, that’s when the real panic set in.

Would he like how I looked? Would it be how he had imagined and confessed to imagining countless times late at night to me, or better, would my photo exceed the limits of his imagination and paint a more pleasing image in his mind?

Or would he hate it and me for sending it to him, shattering his dreamed-up spank-bank material and ruining every orgasm I ever gave him?



Which was it and why the hell was he taking so long to type? Didn’t he know this was killing me?

“Hurry up!” I whispered against the screen.

It started ringing in response to my plea, startling me and nearly slipping out of my hand.

Oh, God, he was calling.

Fate. Hate. Love. Lies.
Which four letter word will change their lives forever?

Sydney Paige was never so mortified to hear the words "wrong number" in her life. She meant to tell off the guy who broke her best friend's heart, but unleashed her anger on a perfect stranger instead. And now her world is turned upside down by the captivating man who wants to keep her on the line.

Brian Savage is living a life he's quickly come to hate-until Sydney's wild rant has him hooked and hungry for more. Soon the sexy woman on the phone becomes the lover in his bed. But Brian has secrets, and the closer he lets Syd get, the harder it is to shield her from the devastating mistakes of his past.



J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, the Alabama Summer series, and the upcoming Dirty Deeds series.

She would rather bake than cook, she listens to music entirely too loud, and loves writing stories her children will never read. Her husband and children are her greatest loves, with cupcakes coming in at a close second.

J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.



Friday, September 23, 2016

Book Review for The Silent Waters by Brittainy Cherry



Our lives are a collection of moments. Some utterly painful and full of yesterday's hurts. Some beautifully hopeful and full of tomorrow's promises.

I’ve had many moments in my lifetime, moments that changed me, challenged me. Moments that scared me and engulfed me. However, the biggest ones—the most heartbreaking and breathtaking ones—all included him.

I was ten years old when I lost my voice. A piece of me was stolen away, and the only person who could truly hear my silence was Brooks Griffin. He was the light during my dark days, the promise of tomorrow, until tragedy found him. Tragedy that eventually drowned him in a sea of memories.

This is the story of a boy and girl who loved each other, but didn’t love themselves. A story of life and death. Of love and broken promises.

Of moments.

"It amazed me how a heart could shatter in a crowded room and the sound couldn't be heard by a single person."

I don't think this review will require glitz and glamor, or gushing and happiness, because we all know how well Brittainy can write. That goes without saying at this point. This time, it was the emotions and the depth of the storyline that gripped me. To be quite honest, I'm not sure about the rating on this one either.  It just seems, well....5 stars is just not adequate enough for this book. It doesn't feel like I can express how much this book affected me based on five measly stars. It's hard to write a review for a book that touched me so much. I never want to come across as not sincere enough, not honest enough, or not pushy enough, because this book is most definitely a must read.

I read The Silent Waters with a heavy heart. I absorbed the emotions as I read them because of the seriousness of the situation and everything going on. This book, this story, it was blended perfection. An equal blend of trauma and innocence. A blend of adoration and heartache. The most beautiful thing was the devotion between Maggie and Brooks. My gosh. We should all be so lucky to have a love so true and so amazing. Their foundation was written so beautifully. I want to NOT call this a love story, because it was SO much more than that. So much more. I will not easily forget this one. 

Miss Cherry is well versed in adding in supporting characters that add to the overall storyline, but do not take away from the main story we are enjoying. I love her writing style the more I read her. This book worked wonders for my heart. I JUST LOVED IT SO MUCH. It was hot in certain aspects because Brooks is the make up of every book boyfriend you want, but I wouldn't classify this as sexy, although Brooks embodied sexiness in his pure heart and demeanor. This was real. It was tragic. It was emotional. It was soul crushing just is the type of story to become embedded within your soul. You will continue to think about it, I can guarantee you that much.

If you ever only read ONE of her books...make this one it. It was heavy and beautiful. I really really suggest this book to anyone that wants a book that will make you think about everything as you are reading it. It's not an easy read, but it's not hard. It's just heavy. Such a beautiful progression of the story. It never faltered. I just want to hug everyone as they read it. So many good lessons to read in this book, so many points to be made. I loved how everyone came together as one cohesive unit to take care of the family. If you take anything away from this review, please let it be that this is an amazing book that you MUST read!

The best lesson: Life is one massive chain of events that we don't necessarily get to control. 

"I hadn't known you could hear someone's voice so clearly in the silent moments."


Brittainy Cherry has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelors Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing. She loves to take part in writing screenplays, acting, and dancing--poorly of course. Coffee, chai tea, and wine are three things that she thinks every person should partake in! Brittainy lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with her family. When she's not running a million errands and crafting stories, she's probably playing with her adorable pets.


Excerpt from Challenge by Amy Daws

“So when are you going to teach me about this sexting?” I ask, turning on my side to face him. “This isn’t a movie and cuddle date here. I have goals with you, you know.”

His brows lift. “I’m great at scoring goals, Specs. Don’t you worry.”

I giggle.

He looks forward and adds, “And sometimes being spontaneous in life can be a great adventure. You don’t always have to stick to a plan.” He turns to watch me for my reaction but apparently isn’t happy with what he sees. Rolling his eyes, he sets his tumbler down. “Get out your mobile.”

I could almost giggle with excitement over how this could go. He slides down the bed on his back, his mobile clasped in his hands. I mirror him so we’re lying beside each other but both focusing on our mobiles.

I get the first text.

Camden: What are you wearing?

I giggle. “Well, have a look, why don’t you?”

He smirks and shakes his head as he waggles his mobile as if that’s the only way we can communicate right now.

Camden: I’m in my boxers.

I read the text and, out of the corner of my eye, see him slide his sweats off and yank his shirt off over his head. He’s now laid out, chiseled and gleaming in my dim lamp lighting.

Me: I’m in my knickers.

I too slip off my leggings. Then I sit up and pull off my cami. I reach behind myself and glance over my shoulder to see if he’s watching. I’m pleased when he is as I unclasp my bra and fling it to the floor.

He inhales sharply when I lie back down and squeeze my breasts together while gripping my mobile.

Camden: How do your breasts feel?

I huff a soft laugh and then bite my lip. Closing my eyes with embarrassment, I steel myself to reach down and cup one breast in my hand. I roll my nipple between my fingers and hear him tsk between his teeth.

Camden: Are you wet?

Oh my God.

Not wanting to be too chicken, I grip my mobile against my chest and slide my free hand down inside my knickers. I swipe a few times and feel my arse rise off the bed with excitement.

“Yes,” I groan, closing my eyes and picturing him.

“Mobile, Specs.” His voice is coarse and laboured as he watches me pull my hand out and bring it back to my keypad.



He's her patient. She's his doctor. They shouldn't. But God, do they want to.

Camden Harris, the famously hot, hulk of a footballer is laid up in a London hospital. But his busted knee doesn't stop him from running his well-practiced game on Indie Porter--his redheaded spitfire of a doctor. She's not his type, not even close. But she could be the perfect distraction from the soul-crushing damage this injury could cost him.

Indie's tired of her naivety putting a target on her back. As a gifted child, she's let her education take the front seat her whole life. But a fling with a footballer like Camden might be just what she needs to grab life by the balls.

And he could be the perfect guy for the plan she's been sitting on for over two years.

But when feelings make a final play, there's no amount of medicine that can heal the damage to their hearts.

Amy Daws lives in South Dakota with her husband, and miracle daughter, Lorelei.

The long­awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy's first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing. Amy is a lover of all things British and her award-nominated contemporary romance series, The London Lovers Series, is centered around Americans in London. It's emotional and self­deprecating with lots of humor sprinkled in.

On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake's theme song or stuffing themselves inside children's­sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn't do for their little miracle.



Book Review for Playboy Pilot by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward


Money or love? Which would you choose? 

You probably just answered the question in your head thinking it's an easy decision.

For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot.

I needed to go far away to think it through.

As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation.

Then, he left.

I thought I'd never see him again.

But fate had other plans.

Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.

The bigger surprise was the adventure that followed after the plane landed.

Carter was dangerous and always on the move.

Even though our connection was magnetic, I knew it was only temporary.

He would give me tickets, and I would follow him around the world to exotic places.

A bevy of flight attendant exes and rumors about Carter's reputation were never far behind.

I didn't know what to believe.

But I was addicted. Nothing else mattered anymore. And I was going to get hurt. Because a part of me wanted to be the one to finally ground the playboy pilot.

At the very least, he was taking me on a thrilling ride.

All good things must come to an end, right?

Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

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"I don't know what this is. I just know I want more of it."

WARNING: This book is addictive and you will NOT be able to put it down. I picked up this book Sunday evening and had to make myself put it down so I could be mentally awake on Monday, or I would have read all night. One thing I can say about this writing duo is that they always grab me from the first page and never let me down throughout. I am immediately sucked in, yet I find myself constantly complaining about ONE thing with their books. Always.

They always end!! Dammit.

I smiled from cover to cover and giggled at Carter's smartass mouth!!! But my gosh, does he make you swoon with his dirty mouth too. Wooh!!! He was perfect in every way. I loved how confident he was, and how his quick wit always had something to say. I laughed and swooned so much during this book. Kendall was trying to find her way, and fate honestly stepped in. I am a firm believer in fate and I loved how this entire story played out. She was a very strong heroine....stubborn too, and I think that's why I was able to relate to her. 

The way Vi and Penelope write a story that is so encompassing of all your feelings; that makes me take pause. Yes, I loved Carter and Kendall a lot. But, we had love and curiosity, we had fear and pain, excitement and joy, and sorrow and all shaped this story really well. I honestly felt it all. But my smiles were the BIGGEST. So GOOD!! There was a very memorable theme throughout this entire book that I think will make you smile as well. I loved it! 

I loved this book. Like....I reeeeally loved it. Every time I read one of their books, I constantly question how I can convey to YOU how worthy they are. I just feel like they are a known good read for me. The storyline was plausible, the characters were easily lovable and the story structure moved in such a way that you fell in love with them all at once. I love the ease in which their stories seem to flow, and the effortlessness with their words. Once again, this was a winner. 

I was telling my husband about this book and how I didn't want my review to sound like every other glowing 5 star review, I was at a loss for words. It was effortless. It flowed. It was perfect. It was the easiest book to read and the HEA was just right. When I went to tell him that Vi and Penelope are my favorite duo, I said Vinelope. Not Penelope. Not Vi. Vinelope. And it stuck!!

#Vinelope's done it again!!! 

"We're two wrongs that somehow make a right."

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Other books from Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism and a 9-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island. 



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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!



Thursday, September 22, 2016

Excerpt for The Bachelor Auction by Rachel Van Dyken


“Bentley!” Brock barked and shook his head.

“What?” Bentley shrugged then smoothly walked over to Jane and pulled out a box of black high­heeled pumps in a size eight and a half. “Your foot, milady?”

Brock rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Bentley. She can put on her own damn shoes.”

Bentley completely ignored him. “I love a woman’s foot.” He grabbed Jane’s broken shoe and tossed it to the side while his hands danced along the arch of her foot. His fingertips danced along her skin. Seduction by foot rub? That was new.

“It’s sexy, the arch.” He leaned over her, his lips parting just enough to give her the impression he was thinking about kissing her. “The curve of a woman’s foot reminds me of her body...see? Sexy.” He slid the shoe on a very terrified looking Jane and stood. “Perfect fit.”

Jane’s mouth opened then closed as a rosy flush crept over her face. “Th­ank you.”

“I bought you my favorite brand.”

Her eyebrows arched. How did he know about Manolo Blahnik? “Oh.” And then she nodded and said loudly, “Ohhhh! That makes sense!”

Bentley’s eyes narrowed. “Me buying women’s shoes?”

“You wearing them,” she explained. “That’s great. I mean, good for you. I’m sorry I’m so awkward at things like this, but it’s good you’ know...” She bobbed her head and sputtered. “Out and...comfortable with it.”

“Out?” Bentley repeated. “I’m confused.”

“Of the closet,” she said slowly then saw the scowl on Bentley’s face. “Or maybe you just like to dress like a woman?” She straightened her shoulders and tried again. “In either case, congratulations on your choice to wear women’s clothing!”

Brock about died laughing as Bentley’s horrified expression went from stunned to genuine confusion.

“You heard her.” Brock held his laughter in check. “Congratulations, brother. I’ll take care of the press release: Bachelor Playboy Bentley Wellington and his private women’s shoe collection.”

Bentley let out a strangled laugh. “Yes, and while we’re at it why don’t we remind the press that the clock is ticking on that auction of yours? Hmm?”

“Auction?” Jane asked.

“Don’t.” Brock shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”

“But she probably already does.” Bentley pointed out. “Unless she doesn’t read the news...?”

They both stared at her, waiting for an answer.

“I, uh...” She ducked her head, blushing again. “I read books.”

“How pure.” Bentley smiled and sat down next to her. “And just so we’re clear.”

He leaned in as though he was going to kiss her. “My bat only swings one way...and I can assure you, every time I get thrown a pitch, I hit it out of the park.”


Jane isn't entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn't she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes---or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire---maybe do exist.

Except Brock Wellington isn't anyone's dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk---even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it's karmic retribution that he's tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can't have. But while they can't have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!