tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228294499224209852024-03-05T20:18:11.873-08:00Blame it on the BooksAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16325033220830843029noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-56000703552703649082015-12-20T10:01:00.005-08:002015-12-20T10:01:56.845-08:00Review: Landline by Rainbow Rowell <a href="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1381520801l/18081809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Landline" border="0" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1381520801l/18081809.jpg" /></a><b><br /></b><br />
<b>Title:Landline</b><br />
<b>Author: Rainbow Rowell</b><br />
<b>Pages: 310 pages<br />Publisher: St. Martins Press<br />Pub Date: July 8th 2014<br />Add on </b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18081809-landline?ac=1&from_search=1" target="_blank"><b>Goodreads</b></a><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">Georgie McCool knows her marriage is in trouble; it has been in trouble for a long time. She still loves her husband, Neal, and Neal still loves her, deeply — but that almost seems beside the point now.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">Maybe that was always beside the point.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">Two days before they’re supposed to visit Neal’s family in Omaha for Christmas, Georgie tells Neal that she can’t go. She’s a TV writer, and something’s come up on her show; she has to stay in Los Angeles. She knows that Neal will be upset with her — Neal is always a little upset with Georgie — but she doesn't expect him to pack up the kids and go home without her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">When her husband and the kids leave for the airport, Georgie wonders if she’s finally done it. If she’s ruined everything.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">That night, Georgie discovers a way to communicate with Neal in the past. It’s not time travel, not exactly, but she feels like she’s been given an opportunity to fix her marriage before it starts...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">Is that what she’s supposed to do?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; line-height: 21px;">Or would Georgie and Neal be better off if their marriage never happened?</span></span></i><br />
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When anyone says Rainbow Rowell I instantly perk up. In my eyes everything she writes is genius, even
her twitter is gold (No seriously, do yourself a favor and go read it). Which
is why I’ve owned this book for almost a year and I’ve been saving it up for a
rainy day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew that the story had to do with a magical phone and a
chance at fixing her relationship by meddling in the past. So far the Rainbow Rowell
books I’ve read have all been contemporary so I was wondering how she would fit
the magical phone into this book and it was seamlessly done.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Georgie McCool is a working mom who has been neglecting her
family. We start right on the fight that might end her marriage. Most romance
books start at the beginning so it was refreshing to read a book that starts at
the beginning of what might be end. Georgie realizes that her putting work
first was straining her marriage but she didn’t do anything to stop it. As
Georgie thinks of the past she realizes that love has been in her marriage for
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Neal sounds like a great husband on paper, as in he gave his
dreams to make sure Georgie could follow hers. He would cook, clean, and take
of their daughters and he was good at it. Yet when Georgie would describe him
he didn’t seem like a catch. He was miserable, didn’t laugh, and didn’t have
friends. His whole life revolved around Georgie. He seemed pretty pathetic to
be awesome. I guess love is weird that way, you never know who you’re going to
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There was Seth, her best friend and writing partner. They had
been best friends since college and Seth was the kind of guy to flirt with
everyone including her. He adds a twist to the story, if Neal and Georgie were
so miserable, what would happen if she had ended up with Seth instead? Now she
had the chance to find out. In between her trying to fix her relationship (or
not) in the past we also get to meet Georgie’s family. Since she had been
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The only thing I would change about this book is how gross
Georgie is. She went almost a week wearing the same shirt and sweatpants and
not taking a shower. What’s worse is that she makes it normal that she has a
bra that’s falling apart just because she’s scared to go bra shopping. The only
thing that made her go buy one was the fact the other one literally fell apart.
Taking care of yourself is an important part of any marriage, which might be
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Nemo Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16931715798433825421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-31224914917344073122015-11-20T18:07:00.002-08:002015-11-21T05:17:18.923-08:00Review: Popular by Lauren Urasek <a href="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1435189240l/24612789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Popular" border="0" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1435189240l/24612789.jpg" /></a><b><br /></b><br />
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<b>Author: Lauren Urasek</b><br />
<b>Pages:224</b><br />
<b>Publisher:Sterling</b><br />
<b>Pub Date: October 6th, 2015</b><br />
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Nemo Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16931715798433825421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-19418523792977652042015-10-26T13:27:00.004-07:002015-10-26T13:27:51.405-07:00Review: A Madness So Discreet by Mindy McGinnis <a href="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1443368211l/24376529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="A Madness So Discreet" border="0" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1443368211l/24376529.jpg" /></a><b>Title: A Madness So Discreet</b><br />
<b>Author: Mindy McGinnis</b><br />
<b>Pages:384</b><br />
<b>Pub Date: October 6th 2015</b><br />
<b>Publisher:Kathrine Tegen books </b><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">Grace Mae knows madness.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">She keeps it locked away, along with her voice, trapped deep inside a brilliant mind that cannot forget horrific family secrets. Those secrets, along with the bulge in her belly, land her in a Boston insane asylum.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">When her voice returns in a burst of violence, Grace is banished to the dark cellars, where her mind is discovered by a visiting doctor who dabbles in the new study of criminal psychology. With her keen eyes and sharp memory, Grace will make the perfect assistant at crime scenes. Escaping from Boston to the safety of an ethical Ohio asylum, Grace finds friendship and hope, hints of a life she should have had. But gruesome nights bring Grace and the doctor into the circle of a killer who stalks young women. Grace, continuing to operate under the cloak of madness, must hunt a murderer while she confronts the demons in her own past.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">In this beautifully twisted historical thriller, Mindy McGinnis, acclaimed author of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">Not a Drop to Drink</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;"> and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">In a Handful of Dust</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8px; line-height: 21.4667px;">, explores the fine line between sanity and insanity, good and evil—and the madness that exists in all of us.</span></i><br />
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First can we talk about how amazing this cover is! Its hauntingly
beautiful and set up the story perfectly. Between the great title and that
cover i forgot to read the synopsis, which means that whole story was a surprise
for me. Grace could have had a first class life, she was pretty, rich, and
young but life was not kind to her. She ended up in an unregulated mental
asylum and sent to the gallows of the world. Luckily she runs into doctor who
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Now for the first time ever, Grace has an escape to the
darkness in her life. There she learns what true friendships are made of and
that others have been through struggles as well. Grace is one of my favorite
heroines, through every ordeal she stayed level headed. Although her moral
compass strayed a bit she had Dr. Thornfellow. Together they make a Sherlock
& Watson duo trying to figure out crime in a small-town. They solve crimes with
no specific evidence other than observations which is cool because at times it
mirrors an antique Criminal Minds. Now this is not a psychological thriller and
it doesn’t dive into the world of mental illness but the last couple of chapters
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There were a couple of things that were annoying such as the
way they talked. Even though it was getting on my nerves it was accurate to the
time period so I can’t complain too much. The other thing that was overdone is
the amount of times they called Grace beautiful, although we should’ve been
focused on how smart she was, everyone who meet her just talked about her
looks. It was constantly insinuated how she could be a prostitute if she wanted
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tucked between the shadows and the night, standing in a darkened corner of the room, Maxx Fragg watched the young couple huddled on the couch. They had no idea what he had in store for them. He almost felt sorry. Almost. He watched as Travis stroked Debbie’s hand and whispered something in her ear. Maxx locked eyes with her as he moved across the apartment. He saw the desperation mixed with fear in her eyes and he grinned. He liked it that way. Pulling a pair of gloves from his belt, Maxx cinched them tight around his wrists. The rush of adrenaline rose up from his chest. This was far from his first job but he still got a thrill each time. He clicked off the lamp and the room went black.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16325033220830843029noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-70508877494933709912015-07-24T19:59:00.001-07:002015-07-24T19:59:28.492-07:00Review: The Summer of Chasing Mermaids by Sarah Ockler (Nemo) <br />
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<b>ISBN:</b>978-1481401272
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<b>Pages:</b> 403<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Genre: </b>YA,
Contemporary Realistic, Romance, Fairytale Retelling, Magic Realism<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="h.gjdgxs"></a><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The
youngest of six talented sisters, Elyse d’Abreau was destined for stardom—until
a boating accident took everything from her. Now, the most beautiful singer in
Tobago <i>can’t</i> sing. She can’t even
speak.<br />
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Seeking quiet solitude, Elyse accepts a friend’s invitation to Atargatis Cove.
Named for the mythical first mermaid, the Oregon seaside town is everything
Elyse’s home in the Caribbean isn’t: an ocean too cold for swimming, parties
too tame for singing, and people too polite to pry—except for one.<br />
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Christian Kane is a notorious playboy—insolent, arrogant, and completely
charming. He’s also the only person in Atargatis Cove who doesn’t treat Elyse
like a glass statue. He challenges her to express herself, and he admires the
way she treats his younger brother, Sebastian, who believes Elyse is the
legendary mermaid come to life.<br />
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When Christian needs a first mate for the Cove’s high-stakes Pirate Regatta,
Elyse reluctantly stows her fear of the sea and climbs aboard. The ocean isn’t
the only thing making waves, though—swept up in Christian’s seductive tide and
entranced by the Cove’s charms, Elyse begins to wonder if a life of solitude
isn’t what she needs. But changing course again means facing her past. It means
finding her inner voice. And scariest of all, it means opening her heart to a
boy who’s best known for breaking them…</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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This book was not at all what I expected in the best way
possible. It is one of the most diverse and beautiful stories I have ever read.
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After losing her voice in an unfortunate accident, Elyse
decides to move from sunny Trinidad to Oregon. She tries to leave her past
behind but she can’t seem to shake her old life. Back in Trinidad she had a
bright future but now she could barely form a whisper. Even with this awful
disability she still cant stay away from her true love, the sea, which is why
she meets the illusive Christian Kane <o:p></o:p></div>
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My favorite thing about this book is all the endless support
that Elyse gets throughout the book from both her family and all the new
friends she makes. There’s no drama or love triangles, which is so rare to see
in a young adult book. Elyse’s cousin Kirby is never jealous or upset that
Elyse is moving in or stealing her friends, instead she invites her to every
single party and encourages her to start new relationships.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After romance starts sparking between Christian and Elyse, Vanessa doesn’t get
jealous. Instead she realizes that the relationship between her and Christian
is purely friendly. This isn’t just about all good emotions, Elyse still has a
lot of anger and resentment but she has an outlet. <br />
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They’ve all grown up in this beautiful non-tourist cove that was suddenly threatened
by expansion. The only thing saving it is a bet between Christian and his best
friend, Noah, which was orchestrated by they’re dads. Christian enlists Elyse
as his first lieutenant and now her summer begins. Instead of concentrating on
what could’ve been, she uses her knowledge of ships and the sea to help her
aunt keep her home and save the simpleness of the Cove. <o:p></o:p><br />
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<b>Overall this was such an amazing book and you cant ask for a
better retelling of Our little mermaid.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Chasing-Mermaids-Sarah-Ockler/dp/1481401270/"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Chasing-Mermaids-Sarah-Ockler/dp/1481401270/</span></a><o:p></o:p></div>
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Barnes & Noble: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-summer-of-chasing-mermaids-sarah-ockler/1120488443"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-summer-of-chasing-mermaids-sarah-ockler/1120488443</span></a>
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Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22840182-the-summer-of-chasing-mermaids"><span style="color: blue;">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22840182-the-summer-of-chasing-mermaids</span></a>
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<span lang="ES-PR">Indie Bound:</span><a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781481401272"><span lang="ES-PR" style="color: blue; mso-ansi-language: ES-PR;">http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781481401272</span></a> <span lang="ES-PR"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bittersweet, The Book of Broken Hearts, #scandal, and The Summer of Chasing
Mermaids. Her books have been translated into several languages and have
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“Sierra, are you free this weekend?” Mr. Walker asked. </div>
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Dodge began choking on his own spit. Good. I hoped he passed out and hit his head on something hard. “Dad, what are you doing?” </div>
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“No, sir. I’m totally open all weekend. No plans at all,” I said.</div>
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Turning back to Mr. Walker, he wore a huge grin. “Perfect. I’ll have my car pick you up at your house tomorrow morning around seven. You’ll be in Port Aransas just in time for lunch.” </div>
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My smiled dropped as I stared at Dodge’s father. Swallowing hard, I whispered, “Excuse me?” </div>
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Placing his hand on my shoulder, Mr. Walker gave me a wink. “Pack casual clothing and maybe one formal gown for dinner on Saturday night at the country club.” </div>
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Guiding me out the door, Mr. Walker started laughing. “You’re spending the weekend at my beach house, dear. We are having a family get together. It will be perfect for Aaron and me to prepare you for everything that Dr. Jackson’s lawyers are going to try to ask you while you’re on the stand.”</div>
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I glanced over my shoulder to see Dodge talking to Kyle. Looking straight ahead, I tried to concentrate on breathing. </div>
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<i>Oh my God. I’m spending the weekend with Dodge and his family. How did this happen? </i></div>
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Guiding me out the door, Mr. Walker started laughing. “You’re spending the weekend at my beach house, dear. We are having a family get together. It will be perfect for Aaron and me to prepare you for everything that Dr. Jackson’s lawyers are going to try to ask you while you’re on the stand.”</div>
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Nemo Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16931715798433825421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-4354215114967037002015-07-06T19:05:00.000-07:002015-07-06T19:05:07.931-07:00Review: Afterparty by Ann Redish Stampler <a href="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1342288538l/15751652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Afterparty" border="0" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1342288538l/15751652.jpg" /></a><b>Title: Afterparty<br />Author: Ann Redisch Stampler</b><br />
<b>Pages: 416</b><br />
<b>Publisher: Simon Pulse</b><br />
<b>Pub Date: January 7th, 2014</b><br />
<b>Source: Borrowed </b><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">Emma is tired of being good. Always the dutiful daughter to an overprotective father, she is the antithesis of her mother -- whose name her dad won't even say out loud. That's why meeting Siobhan is the best thing that ever happened to her...and the most dangerous. Because Siobhan is fun and alluring and experienced and lives on the edge. In other words, she's everything Emma is not.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">And it may be more than Emma can handle. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">Because as intoxicating as her secret life may be, when Emma begins to make her own decisions, Siobhan starts to unravel. It's more than just Dylan, the boy who comes between them. Their high-stakes pacts are spinning out of control. Elaborate lies become second nature. Loyalties and boundaries are blurred. And it all comes to a head at the infamous Afterparty, where debauchery rages and an intense, inescapable confrontation ends in a plummet from the rooftop. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">This follow-up to Ann Redisch Stampler's Where It Began, reveals how those who know us best can hurt us most</span></i><br />
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entrancing and I just had to read it. It starts of amazing, that prologue
immediately dragged me in and I thought I was in for a very dramatic read but
unfortunately it started at its peak and just went downhill. I was hoping for a
mean girls-esque type story with
betrayal, romance, and toxic friendships but it ended up being more Mean Girls
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Emma is tired of being Emma the good, and after years of
being the new kid and never making a mark she decides this move will be
different. Now she’s in LA where temptation is everywhere, and if sins had a
face it would be Siobhan. There’s nothing she hasn’t done and nothing she won’t.
Here’s a warning sign, if someone calls you a best friend after only knowing
you for an hour… RUN. Emma did not realize this which is why she ended up in a
heap of trouble. In order to keep up with Siobhan, Emma starts lying to her
father about everything, until she can barely keep up with them. All the lies are leading up to the party of the year, aptly known as "The Afterparty" and Emma is determined to get there and to not be a complete loser when she gets there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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it’s tragic, she is able to move past it. Even though it haunts her it doesn’t control
her which is such a rare trait in YA stories. Apart from all the lying Emma is
still trying to find love, which is where Dylan comes out. Dylan was one of the
worst main guys I have ever seen. He’s whiny, pathetic, and a complete slacker.
Instead of actually trying to be good or even have a personality, he just sits
there all pissy that everyone loves his brother more. It gets very frustrating.
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saw Emma as the girl next door and wanted to convert her into a mini me, which
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to fade and slowly we see her unravel. It isn’t advertised as a psychological
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Sometimes life leaves a mark…
Most days, Andrea doesn’t know whether she wants to kiss Tanner or punch him in the gut. He is seriously hot, with legit bedroom eyes and that firefighter body of his, but he’s a major player, and they can’t get along for more than a handful of minutes. Until now.
Tanner knows he and Andrea have had an epic love/hate relationship for as long as he can remember, but he wants more love than hate from her. He wants her. Now. Tomorrow. But the more he gets to know her, the more it becomes obvious that Andrea has a <em>problem</em>. She’s teetering on the edge and every time he tries to catch her, she slips through his fingers.
Andrea’s life is spiraling out of control, and it doesn’t matter that Tanner wants to save her, because when everything falls apart and she’s speeding toward rock bottom, only she can save herself.
Sometimes life makes you work for that happily ever after…
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“Armentrout’s latest new adult offering tackles substance abuse and mental illness — and, thankfully, the love of a good man is not going to be what heals this heroine.”<strong> – RT Book Reviews</strong>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Have not.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He cocked his head to the side and raised both brows. “You practically hid in your room or attached yourself to Syd all day.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I was…I was spending girl-time with her,” I said. “And napping.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “The same with last night. You barely talked to me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “What?” Dumbfounded, I felt like screaming that word. “<i>I</i> barely talked to<i> you</i>? <i>You</i> ignored <i>me</i>.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He stared at me. “Andy, I—“</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “This is stupid. This whole thing is stupid.” I lifted the bottle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> A moment passed and he asked, “Do you really think you need another beer?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Annoyed, I slowly brought the bottle to my mouth and took a long drink. “Does that answer your question?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> The hue of his blue eyes deepened. “Look, I’m not trying to be a dick—“</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You might want to try harder. Just sayin’ Might just be my opinion, but thought I’d share.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. Several seconds passed. “You know, I didn’t’ say that shit to you to piss you off.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I wanted to point out everything he’d done to piss me off, but…but shit on a brick. Anything that I told him would betray how I felt about him, and well, I was already embarrassing myself enough without going there. “You breathed,” I decided, nodding, and totally proud of myself. “How about that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Shaking his head, he rested his elbows on the island. “You can usually do better than that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “It’s not worth my time to do better.” I flounced past him. Well, I might have staggered past him, but in my head, I flounced like a Grade A Uppity Chick, and it was awesome.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I wish you wouldn’t drink so much.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> My feet stopped. Dammit. My feet had a mind of their own, and they had stopped because he’d said that so quietly, not with an ounce of derision or scorn. Actually, it sounded like a plea. The alcohol churned in my stomach. All I could see was his look of pity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Why do you drink like this?” he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> <i>To relax. To not act like a freak. To forget. To remember. To be funny. To have people like me. To not care if they do or don’t. To have fun. To just not care.</i> A burning sensation rolled down my back as my head continued to shout out the answers. I just didn’t want to <i>care</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I didn’t say any of that. “<i>You </i>drink.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I do. And sometimes I drink and I get drunk, but not every time.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Slowly, I faced him. He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on the island. “I don’t get drunk every time.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> He shook his head again. “Andrea, you either get plastered or damn near close. Every time.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “That’s not…” I trailed off, and yeah, even I could see where he was right. I could probably count on one hand how many times I’d only had two beers or two shots and then stopped. Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure if I <i>ever</i> had.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> “My dad got shitfaced all the time,” he continued. “Never thought that I’d be interested in a girl who was the same way.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> My brain registered two things at once. He was interested in me, which wasn’t a big duh. I mean, he’d had his hands in my pants more than once, so yeah, I should’ve known that. But he compared me to his dad, a man I’d recently discovered he pretty much loathed, which pretty much canceled out the first part. Hurt invaded every cell and festered under the skin. The back of my throat burned and I wanted to rush away.</span></div>
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# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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Nemo Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16931715798433825421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-74472174805676024882015-06-08T09:33:00.001-07:002015-06-08T09:33:56.224-07:00Review: Just a little Crush by Renita Pizzitola<a href="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1404159572l/22606645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Just a Little Crush (Crush, #1)" border="0" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1404159572l/22606645.jpg" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Title: Just a Little Crush</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Renita Pizzitola</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pub Date: October 21st, 2014</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">Brinley Dawson doesn’t drink, she studies—and despite the accusations of her alcoholic mother, she’s still a virgin. But if Brinley’s life is so put together, why is she freaking out to be going to college with the gorgeous, green-eyed jerk she kissed on a stupid dare in high school? Ryder Briggs can have any girl he wants . . . and the rumors say that he does. So why, after publicly embarrassing Brinley four years ago, is he suddenly acting like he’s interested?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">Ryder never forgot Brinley. In fact, those perfect seven minutes permanently raised the bar for what a kiss could be. The truth is, Ryder doesn’t dare get too close to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">anyone</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">. He knows how that worked out for his parents. But when his roommate takes a shot at Brinley, Ryder can’t contain his jealousy. Now he must do the hardest thing he’s ever done: forget about sex and convince Brinley his feelings are real.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 21.466667175293px;">Brinley isn’t sure whether she believes Ryder, but for the first time, her body isn’t playing by the rules. Then she discovers that she’s an unwilling part of a cruel game, humiliating her all over again—and Ryder might be to blame. Has Brinley’s little crush turned into a huge mistake . . . or has she found the one guy worth trusting with her heart?</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am complete sucker for New Adult love stories, even if
they are the most cliché thing ever. Lets take a love triangle, a “Perfect
Princess”, an awful roommate, and misunderstood drama and write yet another
book. It’s not that it was a bad book or that it was badly written, its just
that its been done before. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes every other chapter.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Brinley is your basic good girl, she’s had her struggles and
dealing with everything she forgot to look in a mirror and realize she’s
actually super hot. To be honest, what made Brinley different was that she was
relatable. She did try to be attractive and she wasn’t this bubbly happy
personality. She just flew under the radar. The only person who truly saw her
was her best friend Mason. He helped her all through high school and they ended
up in college. He’s a player and on more than one occasion he has offered to
take her virginity which is just disgusting anyway you look at it. Then the stereotypes
really begin with Brinleys roommate Fallon, whose a little to friendly with the
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh Ryder, where to even begin. He tells us a lot that he’s
broken and damaged but we never get to see it. Other than an anger management problem,
he didn’t have any other reason to be so damaged. Well except the fact the he
had a new girl every night, but that seems more like a personal problem. A
cause and effect issue. I do have to say, without all the whining he would be
one of my favorite leading men. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Those are the characters, the actual story is ehh. The romance
is amazing and probably my favorite part. Its kind of a high school sweetheart
stories? They shared a kiss in high school that set the bar for any other kiss.
Any other kind of dialogue was better skipped. The plot line was predictable,
there was the usual girls night out where the hot guy saves her from the
groping weirdo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Nemo Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16931715798433825421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-53964213332877023682015-06-05T13:19:00.000-07:002015-06-05T13:19:08.526-07:00Review: Fury by Fisher Amelie <a href="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1431716475l/25480581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Fury (The Seven Deadly, #3)" border="0" src="https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1431716475l/25480581.jpg" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Title: Fury</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Fisher Amelie</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Series: The Seven Deadly Sins #3</span></b><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I’m Ethan Moonsong…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Ethan had given up on himself, he didn't think he could live knowing that Spencer and Cricket were happy, then he runs into Finley. They grew up together and she knew just how deep his love for Cricket had gone but she also knew that Cricket was not the one for him and she was the only one who had the balls to show it to him. Finally Ethan stopped thinking about Cricket and started thinking about other options, like Finley. This is when things get good, to bad Finley has to leave for a year to volunteer in Vietnam. Why Vietnam? What kind of volunteer work is she going to do? These are questions she refused to tell Ethan. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">From the moment she leaves for Vietnam the story takes a dark turn, Finley has an awful secret that we finally find out. She had to deal with her own demons and heartbreak by herself. The rest of this story is not for the lighthearted or for anyone looking for fluff. It's a violent tough read of someone trying to make any kind of change in a desperate world. In a true Fisher Amelie fashion there's drama and heartbreaking moments that will make it impossible to put this one down. </span></span><br />
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<br />Nemo Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16931715798433825421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22829449922420985.post-25138390024115730192015-06-04T20:10:00.001-07:002015-06-04T20:10:54.230-07:00Memorized Cover Reveal Alyne Roberts<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/en/blog/12306101" title="Follow Blame it on the Books on Bloglovin"><img alt="Follow on Bloglovin" border="0" src="http://www.bloglovin.com/widget/bilder/en/widget.gif?id=12306101" /></a>
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<span style="color: black;"><em>The boy who remembers everything.
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<span style="color: black;">I heard she is finally going home today. The brain is
very powerful. Her mind is unable to handle the memories of what happened, so it
blocked it out. As I watch her, I envy her. I wish I could forget, just wipe away all the
ugly and the bad. I’m not as lucky as the pretty, lost girl.</span>
<span style="color: black;">I would gladly trade places with her. She has no idea
how good forgetting can be. </span>
<span style="color: black;"><em>The girl who forgot everything.</em></span>
<span style="color: black;">I’m going home today. There is nothing the hospital
can do to help me remember the last three years. They say I was attacked, but I can't
help them find who it was. They say I'll eventually regain my memories but, it takes
time. What happens when you run out of time? Regaining my memory becomes a
deadly game of life or death.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Walking into my home could trigger everything I
don't remember. I was told the smallest stimulant could unlock what my brain is
hiding from me. Part of me hopes it all comes back. The other part, the weak and
scared part, wishes I will stay in blissful ignorance. I'm terrified the most to find out
what my brain thought was too devastating for me to handle, choosing to block the
memories instead.</span>
<span style="color: black;">"Well, Willow," Dr. Mason says as he stands to shake
my hand. "I will see you next week for our scheduled visit. Good luck."</span>
<span style="color: black;">"Thank you," I say to him with a polite smile. I am
going to need all the luck I can get.</span>
<span style="color: black;">I leave his office and make my way through the
quiet halls to the front reception area. My usual headache starts to form. To ease the
throb, I rub my forehead with my fingers on my way to freedom. Only a few more
feet and I am out of here for good. With my eyes closed, I slam right into a
wall.</span>
<span style="color: black;">The wall is actually a man with a wide and firm
chest. Large hands grip my shoulders to keep me from falling back from the impact. I
tilt my head back, looking up to see his face. I'm short, even in my heels, but he has
to be over six feet tall. A guy about my age glances down at me quickly with dark,
brown eyes. When they finally focus on me, I feel my cheeks heat with
embarrassment. I stand frozen as the stranger examines me, from head to toe, like
some kind of obstacle that he's trying to figure out.</span>
<span style="color: black;">He's intimidating with strong facial features, black
hair, and dark eyes. The way his stare drills into me makes me feel he can see all the
secrets I can't remember. His grip is firm and steady, holding my body only inches
from his own. I can feel the warmth from his wide chest, and I can't decide if it is
fear or comfort washing over me. It's a heat that spreads over my entire body,
stunning me. The silence becomes suffocating, so I clear my throat and pull out of
his hold.</span>
<span style="color: black;">"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention," I mumble as I
slowly inch away from him. I worry I may have just ran into someone mentally
unstable. I have seen people snap here for less and his glare looks unforgiving. His
hard stare and tight jaw show no signs of forgiveness.</span>
<span style="color: black;">I step around him and keep walking, trying to shake
the helpless and useless feelings eating at me. Heat creeps up my neck and to my
face with embarrassment. I'm just a young girl that has no idea where she is going,
whether it is in the hallway or in life. When I enter the receptionist area, Noah
stands from the chair where he had been waiting. I quickly sign all the necessary
paperwork and agree to keep my scheduled appointments.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, dog and cat.
Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or
watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney
movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry
"children".</span>
<span style="color: black;">Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the
Darkness" in 2014, followed by the Conflicted Encounters Series.</span>
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<span style="color: black;">She loves to connect with readers so feel free to
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is a New Adult Contemporary Romance novel being published by <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062333087/asa">HarperCollins</a>, and it is the
6<sup>th</sup> book in <em>The Marked Men Series</em>. We sure hope you're ready for this
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<strong>About ASA:</strong></h3>
<strong><em>Jay Crownover’s New York Times</em></strong><em>and</em><strong><em>USA
Today</em></strong><em>bestselling</em><strong><em>Marked Men</em></strong><em>series
continues with the much anticipated story of southern charmer and certified criminal Asa Cross.</em>
Starting over in Denver with a whole new circle of friends and family, Asa Cross struggles with being the
man he knows everyone wants him to be and the man he knows he really is. A leopard doesn’t it change
its spots and Asa has always been a predator. He doesn’t want to hurt those who love and rely on him,
especially one luscious arresting cop who suddenly seems to be interested in him for far more than his
penchant for breaking the law. But letting go of old habits is hard, and it’s easy to hit bottom when it’s
the place you know best.
Royal Hastings is quickly learning what the bottom looks like after a tragic situation at work threatens
not only her career but her partner’s life. As a woman who has only ever had a few real friends she’s
trying to muddle through her confusion and devastation all alone. Except she can’t stop thinking about
the sexy southern bartender she locked up. Crushing on Asa is the last thing she needs but his allure is
too strong to resist. His long criminal record can only hurt her already shaky career and chasing after a
guy who has no respect for the law or himself can only end in heartbreak.
A longtime criminal and a cop together just seems so wrong . . . but for Asa and Royal, being wrong
together is the only right choice to make.
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Review: I love, love, loved this book. Okay, I love most of Jay's book. Ever since Jet, I've had this image of Asa in my head. He was such a jerk, but i knew he had a good side. Asa grows throughout the book and the character development is just stellar. While I won't give any spoilers away, I do want to point out that this is the last book in the series. At the end I cried, not because the ending was super sad but because I will miss all these wonderful characters. You must read, read them all in order, then start all over again!<br />
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<strong>EXCERPT:</strong>
I pulled the Nova to a stop in front of a duplex that had clearly seen better days. It wasn’t a rusted-out
trailer in Kentucky, but it might as well have been. I turned off the ignition and sat back in the seat so I
could turn to look at Ayden. She was watching me carefully and I could see how frustrated she was with
the entire conversation in the way her shoulders were tensed up and the way her hands had curled into
tight balls on her lap. It was the way she used to look whenever I got into trouble and she had to do
something desperate and drastic to get me out of it. I reached out a hand and put it on top of her fists.
“I died in that hospital, Ayd. There were no angels playing harps. There was no redemption and
repentance. I died and it was very clear that I was going to get exactly the kind of fate I had been
courting with all the messed-up shit I had been doing to other people. All I could see was every wrong I
had ever committed and every bad decision I had ever made exploding all around me. For once I could
see how all of that affected you. I was dying, and I knew what was waiting for me on the other side, yet I
couldn’t go knowing that was all you were going to have to remember me by. I had to come back and
give you something else to hold on to, some kind of good memory to go with the endless miles of bad I
laid at your feet. I wanted to have the chance to show you I could be the kind of brother you deserved
all along, so no, I didn’t save myself—you saved me. Just like you’ve always done for my entire life.”
I saw her bottom lip tremble until she snapped her teeth around it to keep it still. Her fists unclenched
below my palm and she curled her shaking fingers around my hand and her already husky voice rasped
with even more emotion when she told me what I think I had needed to hear from her all along.
“I have always been proud that you’re my brother, Asa. Yes, there have been times in the past I would
have gladly fed you to the wolves, and it’s no secret that I had to leave home because I didn’t know
what to do to help you anymore, but we both made it out alive and are better people for it. I know
you’re sorry for the way things went down when we were younger, but I need you to open your eyes
and take some credit for the way you have turned it around to make things the way they are now. I’ve
long since come to terms with the Asa from my childhood. What I want to do is love the Asa that’s here
with me now. You need to let go of those boulders weighted with all the bad things from past that are
dragging you down before you get crushed under them.”
It was eerily similar to what Royal had been telling me the deeper and deeper I sank in with her. I don’t
think I was ready to let any part of those stones go just yet, but a sexy redhead was slowly and surely
eroding bits and pieces of the rock the more and more time I spent with her. By the time she was done,
maybe she would be able to carve out something that was worthwhile, something that didn’t eviscerate
me to look at.
I leaned over enough that I could kiss Ayden right on the center of her forehead between her midnight
eyebrows and I felt her let out a shuddering sigh.
“I’m never going to let you down again, Ayd. That is the one and only thing in the entire world that I can
promise and know it’s a promise I will keep.”
We stared at each other for a long and silent moment. The seriousness of the words I had said to her
and the fact that I could see that she understood that I really, truly meant them finally worked to
absolve me of some of the guilt that seemed to suffocate me whenever I thought about the things she
had done to keep me safe.
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Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She
will also be introducing the dark and sexy world of The Point in a new series this summer starting with
Better When He’s Bad. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she
could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for
writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado
with her three dogs.
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Lauren Hawkeye</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pages: 251</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Publisher: TKA Distribution</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pub Date: December 9th, 2014</span></b><br />
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suspense. I mean it had a tragic accident, innocent MC, and sexy stranger. On
the surface it had everything but the more I kept reading, the less sense
things started making. The point of view didn’t start with Alexa Kendrick,
instead it started with her mom, which was a strange choice. I did like that
the book started fast, it didn't beat around the bush, it got straight to the
point. Alexa had just been through a traumatic experience which she couldn't
remember a thing about, and then out of the blue she gets a call from someone
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sisters house, her sister ditches and leaves a complete stranger the keys to
her flower shop business. Add in a handsome stranger with serious issues and
Alexa’s life takes an interesting turn. Then we have Nate, he’s haunted by
relentless demons and doesn’t think he’s worth saving, until he meets her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My biggest problem with this story was how confusing and
unrealistic it was. Of course I don’t expect books to be 100% realistic, since
the whole point of reading is to get away but I mean there is a line. Not too
spoil anything but Alexa and Nate’s first encounter starts with her staring at
him for an entire hour and then sketching him. The coolest thing about this
book was how on Alexa is an artist and every chapters there would be actual
sketches. Its that kind of thoughtfulness and intricate details that earns this
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is Alexa's life, I feel like there should have been a family tree at the end so i would be able to actually understand were everyone came from. The whole book were not sure what happened to Alexa, there’s a
few hints here and there of what it could be, at one point its drunk driving.
The actual answer was very unpredictable and for that it earns one more star.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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When I last left Chastity Falls I was hyperventilating, I needed to find out what would happen to Ana and Jackson. Well true to her word L.A. Cotton has delivered. The world of Chastity Falls gets more and more interesting by the moment! If you haven't read Loyalty and Lies, get on the ball and catch up. Ana and Jackson are characters who I would love to meet. Their relationship is enough to tear your heart out. Romeo and Juliet may never have faced the challenges that our favorite couple face! I'm still rooting for them. The only negative thing I have to say is... I DON'T WANT TO WAIT UNTIL SUMMER FOR THE NEXT BOOK!!!!<br />
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Following the lives of three kids in a post-apocalyptic world, Ash Wednesday is about family, faith, and<br />
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The boys in Pilot’s Coliseum have been killing each other for the better part of two years. Nuclear<br />
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apocalypse destroyed everything, so now it’s the only way to get by. Pilot has the resources. He has the<br />
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But no one has more of it than Red. He’s the greatest fighter in Pilot’s Coliseum, the golden boy, the best<br />
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of the worst. It doesn’t matter what you put in front of him, he can kill with it. Doesn’t matter who.<br />
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Doesn’t matter why. Red is Pilot’s perfect soldier. His perfect war machine.<br />
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Because now Pilot is asking Red for more. He’s asking for everything–everything Red cares about,<br />
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everything Red feels, everything human left in him. He’s asking him to give up everything but the knife,<br />
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the bloody trophy of his last kill, so that Pilot can make him something more.<br />
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Pilot wants to make him a hero.<br />
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“It was already referred to as the ruins of Chicago sixteen days after the war was over. The United States<br />
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had not surrendered--the worst devastation in the world had fallen on those that refused surrender--but it<br />
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didn’t matter. Nothing was spared. Not Chicago, not New York, not Los Angeles. Nothing. Once upon a<br />
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Now they didn’t.”<br />
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A.C. Billedeaux is a small town girl, born and raised. She lives in southwest Michigan and went to school<br />
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The much anticipated release of Fisher Amelie's third standalone
installment of The Seven Deadly Series, FURY, finally has a release date! Stay tuned below for the reveals
of her new covers for VAIN and GREED, a chapter from FURY, as well as the heart-stopping trailer for
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Prepare Yourselves.</h2>
<strong>About FURY:</strong>
Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin
someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel
in making them pay for.
What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of
placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you
will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.
I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to
the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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The new cover for the second standalone in The Seven Deadly Series,
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I heard a snap and the light cracked on, piercing through my closed lids. My head pounded and I
groaned then rolled over, pulling my cover over my head to drown out the source of my pain.
“Get up,” a deep voice commanded. “Get up,” he continued, kicking my shoe.
“Dad,” I rasped. “I’m hungover and feel like shit.”
He was silent for a moment so I pulled the cover down just enough to see his face. He was not amused.
“Ethan, watch your language, get your butt up, and find a job.” I didn’t answer him. I had nothing to say
that would please him. “And while you’re at it, stop this ridiculous drinkin’, son.”
I sat up, ran my hands through my long black hair and wrapped the length around my fist. I sat back
against the wall, reveling in how cool it was, and tried not to vomit.
“Did you see them today?” I asked him, unable to help myself.
My dad removed his hat and leaned against the jamb, scrubbing his face with his free hand. “You like to
torture yourself,” he said, shaking his head then sighing. “You remind me so much of your mama.”
The mere mention of my mother sent me spiraling down once more in depression. We’d lost her a few
years before and I was still in agony. That, coupled with the fact that Spencer Blackwell stole my girl
right out from underneath my nose, was enough for me to drink to excess every night. <em>I hate
him</em>.
“Are they,” I swallowed, afraid of his answer, “are they together now?”
My father sighed again. “Ethan, get dressed.”
“Are they?” I asked again, letting my hand drop to my side. My hair slid with it and cascaded down my
back.
“You are a stubborn boy. Yes, okay? Yes, they’re together. All the more reason to move on, son.”
My body suddenly weighed a thousand pounds and I felt my head reeling. So it was true then. They
were together and they would probably get married and I was going to have to sit there in that
godforsaken small town and watch it all happen. I was going to get a front row seat to my own misery.
I nodded once, rested my hands on my knees for a brief moment, then ran past my dad, shouldering him
as I did so and nearly knocking him over before making it to the small bathroom across the hall and
retching everything in my stomach into the toilet.
My dad stood in the bathroom doorway shaking his head in disappointment. When I was done, I fell
back into the wall. That look shamed me to my core. Any time my dad felt let down, I felt the weight of
my disgrace so heavy the only thing I could think to dull the ache was to drink myself into a stupor. It
was a vicious cycle.
I let my hair cascade over my face. I heard the old wood floor creak beneath his feet as he left without
another word and jumped when the front door slammed. My eyes closed as my head pounded.
The claw foot tub sat to my left so I leaned up and turned on the water, slowly removing my clothing
one piece at time. Each movement felt like a hammer slamming into my head.
“God,” I groaned. “<em>I</em> am an <em>idiot</em>.”
I stood then stepped underneath the warm water and just stood in silence, letting the water absorb into
my hair and seep into my skin. I breathed in the steam deeply. I was miserable. Not just physically but
my heart was the heaviest it’d felt since my mom passed and I had no one to blame but Spencer
Blackwell for that.
The asshole who rode into my life under the guise of helping his sister only to yank what I thought was a
stable foundation right out from underneath me. He stole from me, a bona fide thief, and I wanted to
make him pay. No, I needed to make him pay.
<em>But how?</em>
I finished showering and threw a towel around my waist, stepping from the tub and toppling onto my
bed when I reached my room and fell to sleep, not even bothering to dress myself. I fell quickly,
fantasizing about my revenge.
I must have slept for hours because when I woke, it was pitch black outside. I rolled onto my side and
checked my alarm clock. <em>Eleven o’clock. Perfect timing</em>, I thought.
I sat up and tucked my towel around my waist a little tighter, stood and went straight for my dresser. I
grabbed a pair of boxers and socks and put those on before heading for my closet and tossing an old,
worn pair of jeans on, a thermal and an old tee. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my wallet and keys, threw
on my boots and headed toward my piece of shit truck.
I knew exactly where I was going because it was where I planned on going every night until I forgot
about Caroline Hunt.
My truck started but barely and I tore out of our driveway not bothering with my seatbelt, kicking up
dust and rocks as my tires spun against the loose gravel. I’d replaced my stereo because I couldn’t stand
radio, at least not Kalispell radio, and plugged my phone into the audio cable. Bastille’s Dreams remake
blasted and I turned it up, letting the painful lyrics wash over me, fueling my desire to get plastered as
quickly as possible.
I entertained myself with thoughts of strangling Spencer Blackwell with both hands then beating the
crap out of him with my fists. <em>Bastard</em>. I pulled into the local pub and put my piece into park
before tucking my left foot into the emergency brake.
I disconnected my phone and the stereo went silent, reminding me of how alone I really was. I turned
the engine off and absolute silence surrounded me. I couldn’t take it. My door creaked with age as it
swung open and I slammed it shut, unable not to. The fury raging in my blood was more than I could
contain.
Before heading inside, my hand went to the empty space between the cab and the bed and searched for
the bottle of whiskey I always had wedged in between. I took a large swig, not wanting to spend too
much of my savings on the liquor inside the crap establishment. After all, I was going to need it. Revenge
was a costly business.
I took one more swig for good measure and wedged it back in its usual place then wiped my mouth on
the back of my sleeve. My hair swung heavy in my eyes. It was still a little wet from my shower and I
thought about tying it back with the extra leather tie I usually kept in my glove compartment but
thought better of it. It helped me hide and I wanted to hide.
I looked around me. The lot was full but I only recognized a few cars this time which was good because I
had no intention of making conversation. Regardless, most of Kalispell had stopped trying because I’d
rarely done any responding since Cricket cut out my fucking heart and ate it raw. The hair was only
insurance.
I took two deep draws of air, gulping it down, desperate for it to soothe me but, of course, it didn’t. I let
each escape my lips in shaky breaths and clenched my fists over and over before deciding to head inside.
My boots crunched the gravel beneath my feet as I headed toward the door. When I entered, I ducked
my head toward the floor and let my hair cover me, not that it did any good other than to conceal me. I
could still feel the heat of their stares, though, still feel the pity in their gazes. I wanted so badly to yell at
them to fuck off but I kept as much composure as possible. I couldn’t get kicked out of the only real bar
in Kalispell.
I picked a stool at the end of the bar, the same stool I always did in the corner and in the back because it
was dark. I sat and met Vi’s eyes. She sauntered over to me, placing her elbows on the bar top, giving
me a clear view of her generous chest. I held back my eye roll.
“Hello, darlin’,” she drawled. “You look like shit.”
“The usual, Vi,” I told her as quietly as I could.
“How ‘bout a kiss then first?” she asked, leaning in a bit more.
“Christ, Vi, how many times? Huh? Just get me the gosh damn drink.”
She laughed. “Already worked up then, I see. I like it,” she said, winking.
Vi, or Violet, was thirty-nine years old, had lived in Kalispell her entire life, and had worked as a
bartender for over fifteen years. I could tell at one time Vi had been a beautiful woman but I could also
tell she had heard many hollow promises from equally hollow men and that she obviously believed them
all. Otherwise, why would she still be there? I watched her tired eyes and her slightly too-forced smile.
She had the look of someone who used to be chased but had graduated to the chaser. She looked
miserable.
She left and returned with an empty glass and a bottle of Jack. She set the glass on the bar and filled it to
the brim. She was being generous. She was always this way. She told me once she hoped I would drink it
all away and decide to take her up on her offer. I told her that would be a cold day in hell, to which she
only laughed.
“Drink up, buttercup,” she said, smiling lasciviously.
“I will,” I told the bar top.
I watched the world around me through the breaks in the hanging strands and six glasses later, I was
starting to finally feel numb. I lifted my head a little feeling slightly relieved, feeling like I could breathe a
little deeper now that the ache wasn’t so severe. I continued to search the crowd, not knowing who I
was really looking for.
A quiet but persistent nagging awareness took residence in my chest for some unknown reason as I
watched a girl dance on her own in the middle of the dance floor. Others around her paid no attention
to her but she was the first person my eyes were drawn to. I studied her.
Her hair was tucked into a blue scarf, little tendrils peeking through and grazing across her neck
whenever she moved. She was extraordinarily tall and her hips and rear end were more indulgent than
I’d ever considered before. She turned slightly, giving me her silhouette. Her stomach was flat and her
breasts were full. She was beautiful, I could tell, even if I couldn’t see her fully through the low lights.
“Jeez,” I said, swiping a hand down my face. “I’ve had too much.”
But I still couldn’t stop watching her. She wore worn jean cut offs, a fitted button up with the sleeves
rolled up her forearms and ankle boots. She rolled her shoulders playfully, enticing someone she knew
just off the dance floor. Another girl joined her side and they did the robot. She threw her head back and
laughed.
This shocked me almost sober. “That laugh,” I whispered to myself. “That laugh,” I repeated. I knew it
but couldn’t quite place it.
She took her friend’s hand and twirled her around the floor vivaciously. She was so full of life. So my
exact opposite.
She lightheartedly skipped in place and raised an arm in salute to her friend before turning toward me.
That’s when I got a good, clear look at her. I gasped out loud and placed my hand on the back of my
head, my elbow on the bartop, ducking my head down lower to hide myself further.
<em>Please, please, please do not recognize m</em>e, I thought, still watching her from the corner of
my eye.
She stood two seats down from me. “Vi!” she said, laughing a little. “Vi!”
Vi turned toward her. “Hey, baby! What’ll it be?”
“Can I have a water, please?” she asked, sitting down and releasing a breath of exhaustion. She
continued to smile, though, and it ate a little at my gut.
“Of course,” Vi answered and started to pour water into a clear plastic cup. Vi’s eyes pinched a little.
“Hey?” she said.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“How come I never see you drink anything harder?”
Her face fell a little but picked right back up. No one would have noticed it but me. “I’ve never had good
luck with alcohol,” she admitted a bit sadly.
Vi was quick enough to recognize something there that didn’t want to be said and let it go with a nod,
handing over the water without another word.
“Vi!” someone else called out and she walked their direction.
She took a long drink from her water and set it down, turning toward the crowd and surveying the
dancers. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, some private joke she shared with herself.
I looked on her for a long time. Long enough for my heart to calm itself. Long enough to struggle with
myself in an internal argument. Finally, I decided that I wasn’t watching her because I found her
attractive, though I knew she was. Only that I was wondering what she was doing there.
She turned around in her seat after catching her breath and glanced at me. For a moment, I believed she
didn’t recognize me but I was wrong. A second scan confirmed it for her. She leaned in and narrowed
her eyes. <em>Shit</em>.
“<em>Ethan</em>?” she asked. “Is that <em>you</em>?”
“Hello, Finley,” I answered.
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Author: Mariah Dietz<br />
Release Date: March 1<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">“I loved her and she left. Maybe I wasn’t enough.
Maybe I’ll never be enough.” I’ve been thinking these words since before we even
got together.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Everything is new. The old no longer has a place here. Physical items
are easy to replace. I'm constantly battling the ones that aren't.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Every thought and memory I have is
stained.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">By you.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">You weren't even there for half of
them.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">How is she still present even though she
left?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">I can do this. I’m going to survive losing
her.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">*** This is the second book of the His Series, and it DOES end with a
cliffhanger. The final book of the His Series, Finding Me, will release June 1,
2015***</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">“Dude, you’ve got to get up.” Jameson sighs as
I pull the pillow back over my head. I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I don’t
care.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">What adds salt to my wounds is the fact that the world keeps
turning. People continue waking up and going about their day. The sun rises and sets. I hear kids laugh
and play, neighbors greet one another, and birds sing, and all the while I wonder how? How does the
entire world appear to be surviving this nightmare of losing her? </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">****</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Hank comes to visit in June. I still haven’t heard from Ace,
and yet I’m still staying at my mom’s. I can’t leave. I can’t go back to that
house. I’d moved rooms shortly after she left, and now reside in the guest room on the main
floor. It’s better this way. There aren’t any pictures of her in here or random memories,
like the one of her sitting on my bean bag chair when I was sick last summer. I also don’t have to
face the window that looks out onto hers.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Hank knows that I know mom sent for him, hoping that he’d
be able to “help” me. She of all people should know that having Hank around isn’t
going to help me. He’s fucking married to the love of his life; he doesn’t have a fucking
clue about the shit that I’m going through.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Of all things, Hank wants to go camping. I’m sure he thinks
that getting away will help. He doesn’t understand that moving rooms has helped me realize I
could go to Antarctica, and things wouldn’t change; the distance isn’t going to make the
pain any less.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">When we get camp set up, Hank opens a cooler and passes me a
beer with a giant, shit-eating grin, like we’ve just overcome a huge hurdle. Deciding that I
shouldn’t rain on his little douchebag tea party quite yet, I accept the beer with merely a grimace
before taking a long swig. Before long, that single swig becomes a chug, and then a guzzle as I consume
more alcohol than what three people probably should.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">I sit by the fire and close my eyes. My mind automatically reaches
back into that locked and forbidden drawer to pull out the image of Ace, striving to recall the sound of
her laugh, the feel of her touch. It brings me back to our camping trip last September, when Jameson
announced that was what he wanted to do for his birthday.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Sometimes life's unforeseen paths lead us to discovering sides
of ourselves we never knew existed.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Ace Bosse has always found solace at home, but when she returns
for the summer from college, she builds an unexpected relationship with the Reckless Max
Miller.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Three years ago, Max left for Alaska to find what he thought
he'd lost, but now realizes just how much he left behind.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Max teaches Ace that sometimes a little crazy is exactly what life
needs while learning that some chances are worth taking, regardless of the
risks.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">But how do you know when you've met the right person? And
will they be prepared to experience one of life's biggest obstacles?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">Falling in love isn't easy--but holding on to it is where the real
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sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.</span></span></span><br />
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she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and
created.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;">She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee,
books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes
readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating
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Krista Pakseresht has always been a dreamer. From the first time she opened her eyes. Creating worlds through words is one thing she is truly talented at. She specializes in Young adult/New adult romance, horror, action, fantasy, and non-fiction under the pen name Kira Adams.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> How often do we live life? You often hear
that we only live once. For some that is certainly true, they live once and
merely exist the rest of their time on planet earth? For many of us Learning to
Live is a difficult process. Pain is just a way to let us know that we are
indeed living, a life without pain would not allow us to appreciate the wonder,
beauty and joy of the great moments in life. Ciera has spent most of her
secondary school life trying to blend into the background to avoid being
noticed, unfortunately for her, she is unsuccessful. It would seem that she has
a target painted on her back, forehead and every other body part imaginable.
Topher is the exact opposite of Ciera in every way. Big man on campus and in a
relationship that most guys would kill for, including his best friend. One
moment can change your life forever. When Ciera ends up on the radar of the
COOL GIRL's in the ladies room at school someone stands up for her and shows
her a whole new side to High School life. The up side is that she finally has
more than just one friend. The downswing is that now she is more visible than
ever and that really makes her a target. When Topher notices her, Ciera's life
is turned upside-down. Things change for the better, but it is far too little
and way too late. Break out the tissues and get ready to ugly cry through this
story. Not all fairy tales have happy endings, but they do have happy moments
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Title: Phantoms Dance</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Lesa Howard</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pages: 342</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Publisher: Boot in the Door </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pub Date: April 6th, 2014</span></b><br />
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teenagers and in Texas? Sure! Why not?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hard work, dieting, and stress. It wasn’t any different for Christine Dadey who
uprooted her whole life and moved to Houston, Texas to be in a better school.
Even with all the effort Christine put into her dance, she couldn’t get over
her performance anxiety and she couldn’t put emotion into her Giselle dance (<i>Black Swan anyone?)</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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she starts working on her social life. First move is getting a boyfriend, Raoul
Chaney. He’s a football player and she’s a ballerina and they make it work
after Christine is forced to help teach the football team <i>plies </i>with her best friend Jenna. She keeps her life together until
she finds out that her parents are getting a divorce and her teacher Ms.Hahn
wont let her audition for the second company she decides to just quit ballet. Then
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curtain in an empty theater I would run. Forget asking for his name or who he
is, you just run, especially if there’s a rumor of a phantom and robberies to
prove it. Yet Christine takes the bait, he promises that he can make her a
better dancer and tells her he used to dance with all the great ballet
companies. As soon as she thinks meeting some random guy in an empty theater isn’t
a good idea he tells her his heartbreaking story making it impossible for her
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happened in this story was getting bland. I was just about to give up when lo
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Author: Harriet Lane</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pub Date: January 6th 2015<br />Pages: 272</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Publisher: Little, Brown, and Company<br />Source: Netgalley</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is one of those books that starts out with so much
potential but instead of getting to the point it drags until you forgot why you
were even interested in reading it. I cant even tell you how many times I reread
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It starts from Emma’s point of view, she is an overworked
mother who gave up her career to raise her kids and now rarely has a second to
herself. After hearing Emma’s point of view I never want to have children since
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then we switch over too Nina’s point of view, which is the
exact opposite. Nina has a teenage daughter and is living the aristocrat live
as a popular artist. For some reason she takes an special interest in Emma’s
life, going as far as to sabotage tiny parts of her life. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The entire time its obvious that Nina and Emma knew
eachother but only Nina remembers their past and only she holds a grudge. She doesn’t
share her history with her family and she doesn’t have any other friends, which
right there is a warning sign. There were only a few signs but Emma flew
through all of them without even a second glance. She didn’t think it was a
coincidence that the same random women kept popping up to save her in
emergencies that had never happened to her. GET IT TOGETHER EMMA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Through all the dragging and ridiculous descriptions the
worst part of this book was the ending and the “big” plot reveal. It was the
worst ending and surprise I have ever read. Its as if the author didn’t want to
take any risks and instead she leaves us to do all the hardwork. Normally I don’t
mind sudden endings, but when the rest of the book the stalker Is acting normal
and mindful when she finally acts like a psycho I don’t buy it.</span></div>
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This was a dream come true. Often times we get to happily ever after and that is it. We are left to wonder what happened after those words. Cathy Jackson has given us a very clear picture of what comes next. In Bloom, if you haven't read it do it before you read Blossom, we get to meet Phoenix and John. We see them become friends and in the end even more. I don't know about other readers, but I fell in love with the characters and it was bittersweet when I got to the end, even knowing that it was a happy ending. Blossom takes up where Bloom leaves off and tells us of the struggles that they face even in their happily ever after. There are tears, ugly cry tears people so make sure you have tissues, and laughs. There are smiles, blushes and a lot of passion. It is not often that someone can present the kind of intimate passion without resorting to detailed graphic scenes, but Cathy Jackson has achieved it. Get ready to meet more of the sexy Westerling men and see the sparks fly when they all get together. There is nothing more that I like than a good book, this exceeded all my expectations. Don't miss out on an awesome book. I can't wait for what comes next. Look for big things coming from Cathy Jackson, I know I am.<br />
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