Review: Scandalous by @lj_shen

There are books that one can read with an apathetic and come-what-may attitude. And, then, there are books like “Scandalous” by L.J. Shen that blow one’s mind to the point that one rushes home (literally), blows off drink invitations, turns off Netflix, and just chill with the said mind-blowing book. 

I’ve been trying to upload the book cover on WordPress’ damned CMS (I’m writing this on my iPad mini), but it ain’t working, so please do me a favor and hop on over to your favorite e-bookseller to find a copy of it. The cover model’s name is Joāo Martines. I’m trying to stalk him on Instagram, but I can’t find him! If you do find him, throw this blogger a bone and lemme know, please? 

Regardless of whether I can find Martines online or not, Ms. Shen’s use of his image made Trent Rexroth come to life in my head. His story with Edie Van der Zee, is scandalous, sure, but boyoboy, they’re hot. And, even better, believable. Their struggle to find happiness in the face of so much adversity (mainly coming from Edie’s father) was a breeze to read about, and even, relate to. A definite 5-star recommendation, “Scandalous” burns hot, twists hearts, and makes you excitingly uncomfortable. I can’t wait for Ms. Shen’s next book.

Note: I received a generous ARC for this honest review. Scandalous will officially be out on September 29th. 


Review: Tripping Out by Lorelei James

I love Lorelei James’ books. Let there be no doubt about that, but this one? Tripped me out. Blame it on my innate heebie jeebies when it comes to recreational doobie use. I couldn’t concentrate on the love story. I was just weirded out. I don’t even understand why it was part of the Blacktop Cowboys series. Sure, some previously loved characters from the said series were mentioned, but so what? Was it good? Um. Ask me again after the next Lorelei James book comes out. 

Note: i received an ARC for this honest review.

Anticipation, thy name is Kristen Proby @Handbagjunkie

So, this announcement arrived in my inbox yesterday. I was, like, OMG, a new Kristen Proby book!

…and then I read the rest of my email. “Charming Hannah” by Kristen Proby is coming out – – – wait for it – – – JANUARY 23, 2018.

I die.

Nevertheless, I read the blurb (see below), and I sit here crying, anticipating, and reading another Proby book. On the bright side, 2018 is looking up, y’all.


From New York Times Bestselling author, Kristen Proby, comes the first in an all-new trilogy in her beloved Big Sky Series!

Hannah Malone loves her new town. Despite living in Cunningham Falls for five years, she’s still considered a “move in” by most of the locals, and that doesn’t bother her in the least. She’s the “new girl”, and she hasn’t regretted it for one day. This town is her sanctuary. Her home. The one place she finally fits in and feels safe after a lifetime of being different and running from the memories and a past so far away it can’t haunt her anymore.

As the newly appointed police chief, Brad Hull has the responsibility to keep his citizens safe and to maintain order. His roots in this town are deep—five generations deep, to be exact. Cunningham Falls, Montana is his town, and being a cop and protecting what’s his is his passion. Everything’s running like clockwork until a sassy redheaded doctor moves in and disrupts the order—and Brad’s focus.

She’s not just beautiful, funny, and strong. Hannah’s everything he’s been looking for in a woman. The chemistry is undeniable, and the heat in the bedroom is off the charts. Brad knew the minute he met Hannah that she was the one for him. He’s tenacious in his pursuit of her. But when the past catches up with Hannah, will Brad be able to protect her and their hearts?

CHARMING HANNAH will be available for purchase via all major retailers on January 23, 2018!

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Release Day Celebration and GIVEAWAY! @KristenAshley68 and The Time In Between (Magdalene book #3)

“She was the one then and nothing changed in the time in between.” 

✮✮✮A story of past decisions gone awry, secrets that change directions, and emotional second chances, this gripping love story is what happens when two paths again collide. The final standalone title in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley’s Magdalene Series, THE TIME IN BETWEEN is a rich, heartfelt love story available now!✮✮✮


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About THE TIME IN BETWEEN (Magdalene Series #3):

After a painful loss, Cady Moreland is coming to Magdalene to start the next chapter of her life. A chapter that began eighteen years ago but had a heartbreaking ending. The time in between was full of family and friendship, but Cady could never get the man she fell in love with all those years ago out of her heart.

Coert Yeager has learned to live without the girl who entered his life right when she shouldn’t and exited delivering a crippling blow he never would have suspected. The time in between was full of failing to find what he was missing…and life-altering betrayal.

But when that girl shows up in Magdalene and buys the town’s beloved lighthouse, even if Coert wants to avoid her, he can’t. A fire in town sparks a different kind of flame that won’t be ignored.

As Cady and Coert question the actions of the two young adults they once were thrown into earth-shattering circumstances, can they learn from what came in between and find each other again?

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Present day…

I took in the mess of the large, circular room we were in and at first saw nothing but the mess—decaying furniture, a soot-covered stone fireplace, a kitchen that might have been put in in the forties but had not only not been touched the last nine years, it perhaps had not been touched the last nineteen (or more).

Then I saw more.

The extraordinarily carved railing to the sweeping wood staircase that ran the curved side of the house. The red brick walls. The plank wood floors.

“Once upon a time, long ago,” the realtor was suddenly talking wistfully, “someone loved this place. Put that love into building it. Put that love into keeping it. Nine years and more when no one really gave a whit, and still you can see it once had a lot of love.”

Oh yes.

You could see that.

“It’s got a basement, more like a big crawl space,” the agent declared, surprising me with his quick change in tone back to businesslike and informative. “The furnace is down there. You can get down there through a door in the floor. The furnace was put in a while back, and full disclosure, though an inspection will catch it, it probably needs to be replaced.”

Through his words I stared at the fireplace, which scoured would be magnificent, and I noticed it didn’t have a chimney as such, but the smoke probably went out a vent in the wall.

“This floor has a powder room under the stairs,” the realtor kept on. “You can look at it if you want, but if you wanna save yourself that, I’ll just tell you straight, it needs to be gutted.”

I decided to take his word for it and told him that.

He looked relieved when I did before he stated, “Place has a garage, two car. Not in good condition, but think you saw that. Still, it’s close to the house and there’s a covered walkway to that door over there.” He pointed at a door that was across from the door we’d walked in. “Means you might feel a chill but you won’t get wet, unless it’s raining sideways, which happens.”

With a breeze that plastered my jacket to me on a sunny, early spring day, I did not doubt that.

“Garage has a loft space above it, which could be renovated as a studio rental if you’ve a mind to do that sort of thing. As for the property itself, it also has a building where the generators are stowed,” the realtor carried on. “Hook up for a washer and dryer and good space in there. Lots of it for storage. Which is good because there’s not a lot of storage in here for tools and Christmas decorations and whatnot.”

I glanced around seeing he was right. There wasn’t even enough cabinetry to house the things a decent cook would need in her kitchen. Though there was room for them. In fact, if you fought back the gloom, there was quite a bit of room.

“And there’s a place outside, could call it a studio, could call it a mother-in-law house,” he shared. “Whatever, it’s got goodly space, two bedrooms, big kitchen. Could be renovated to be a guest house. Or like I said, a studio if you’re artsy. Or you could rent it out like a B and B. I’ll show you all of that after we have a look at the lighthouse.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Now, since I mentioned full disclosure, you have to know it all,” the realtor continued.

Slowly, my eyes went to him.

When they did, he launched in. “Like I said, it’s automated. And like I said, you won’t really have to concern yourself with the functionality of that unless the electricity goes out, but then the generators automatically kick in. There are two. But you’ll need to keep fuel on hand to keep them going in case a blackout lasts awhile. And just to say, this is coastal Maine. We get weather. Blackouts can last awhile.”

When I nodded to share I took that in, he kept going.

“And if you’re, say, away on vacation, you need to make sure someone is playing backup in such a case.”

“Okay,” I replied when he stopped talking, thinking this probably wasn’t a good thing since I knew no one in Maine (or not anyone who wanted to know me) and thus couldn’t call on anyone to do something like that.

I also didn’t hold high hopes I’d make friends and win people. I hadn’t had a lot of success in that in my life.

And last, although Patrick believed it completely, I held no hope that the reason I was out there was going to come to fruition.

That being me having a happy ending.

That being what Patrick thought would be my happy ending.

Which might mean I’d have someone, a certain someone, or actually two (at least), even though I knew I never would.


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About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.





Release Day Celebration with @RebeccaYarros and Rebel (The Renegades book #3)

We are so excited to be sharing Rebecca Yarros’s REBEL with you today! REBEL is the third standalone in the Renegades series and is out now–hurry and grab your copy today!


She’s Penna Carstairs.

The Renegade they call Rebel.

FMX-treme Magazine’s sexiest female athlete of the year.

There’s no rule in extreme sports she hasn’t broken,

No gender barrier she hasn’t demolished.


She’s the woman I met in a bar in Vegas.

The woman I illegally BASE jumped for.

The woman I spent one insane, incredible night with.

But now I’m screwed.

Or rather…not screwed.


Because the woman I can’t get out of my head is the one woman I can never touch again.

I’m Dr. Cruz Delgado—the youngest professor on this campus,

And Penelope Carstairs just walked into my class.



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“Oh God, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

That.” He pointed toward my mouth. “Everything I told you in Vegas is still true. You’re still gorgeous, still sexy as hell, still everything that draws me in like a damned magnet, but you’re also everything I can’t have. Don’t you get that? When you pull shit like that on the dance floor, you successfully drive me batshit crazy, watching you in some guy’s arms.” A small laugh escaped him. “Like that kid has any idea what to do with you if he actually managed to catch you.”

“And you do?”

His eyes darkened. “Don’t challenge me like that.”

The tension stretched between us for a quiet moment until I broke the silence. “I didn’t kiss him.”

“I’m well aware, because if you had, I’m not sure if I could have let him walk out of here, and that’s dangerous, Penelope. You are dangerous to me.”

“I’m sorry,” I said truthfully. “Logically, I know nothing can happen between us. I get it. But I see you, and all I can think about is the way you kissed me in Vegas. The way you touched me. I can’t just erase those memories, Cruz. Like I said, somehow you make me do stupid things.”

“You? I make you do stupid things?” he nearly yelled, and I was thankful for the loud, driving beat of the music beyond the office doors. “Woman, I got into a strange car for you. Illegally BASE jumped off a Ferris wheel to stay close to you. Went to jail for you, and I make you do stupid things?”

He stalked forward, his movements smooth like a predator, and a low hum filled my stomach, growing stronger with every step he took.

“I let you stay in my class. Stupid. I look for every reason to run into you, while simultaneously praying you’ll stay far away because I need this job. Stupid. I take one look at you in that fucking dress, and I’m so hard I’m afraid I can’t hide it in a room full of students. Stupid. I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste, the way you open up under me, the way your nails left little half-moons in my shoulders when I found how wet you were for me.”

If he got his hands anywhere near me, he’d find out I was just as wet now. God, his words were the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced. Next to his abs. Or his arms. Or his mouth. Crap, the man was one giant sex package begging to be unwrapped.

“Cruz,” I whispered as he cupped my face with one hand, his thumb rubbing over my lower lip, while he caged me against the desk with the other.

My tongue licked across the tip of his finger, unable to help myself.

“God, Penelope. You could cost me everything, and yet I’m still in here with you. And this might be the worst choice of all.”

His mouth met mine in a kiss that sent my senses reeling. His tongue swept in, claiming every curve he might have missed last time, until it felt like my mouth belonged to him.






I’m Paxton Wilder.

Motocross phenom & adrenaline junkie.

I have more tattoos than scars.

And I’ve never seen a stunt I couldn’t pull off—

Or a girl I can’t get off.

Until she walks in.


My new tutor is sexy, smart, more stubborn than I am, and one hundred percent off limits.

That’s right—the only rule this semester is Don’t Touch the Tutor.

For the first time in my life, I want someone I can’t have.

She’s the girl who obeys every rule.

I’m the guy who breaks them.

Our biggest risk is falling for each other,

But I live for risk…

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The only heart he wants is the one he already broke…

He’s Landon Rhodes.

The Renegade they call Nova.

Sinfully gorgeous, broody, tatted-up, professional snowboarder.

Four-time X Games medalist—

Full-time heartbreaker.

They say a girl broke him once—

That’s why he’s so reckless, so driven, so careless with his conquests.

But I’m that girl.

They can call me his curse all they want.

He and I both know the truth—

He’s the one who destroyed me,

And I’m not the sucker who will let that happen again.

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Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory, Renegades, and Legacy series. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for fifteen years.

When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a tortoise who might be faster than the bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.


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Review: Rebel by @RebeccaYarros

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Student-teacher “taboo” romances are, to be quite honest, no longer taboo. Take a look at French President Macron and his missus, for example. However, stories like theirs are still too titillating to pass up, especially when one adds the age factor to both main characters and there are no further taboos a reader has to deal with (i.e., statutory rape is NOT sexy). By the “age factor,” I mean both MCs are young (NOT like Macron and his madame), single, and ready to mingle.

Rebecca Yarros blended many of those titillating, sensual, exciting, and dramatic elements that made “Rebel” a fast-page-turning read. Whilst the YA aspect of the story was a little bit much for me (e.g., the MCs hem and haw endlessly about their relationship, and their uncontrollable urges and loins are OTT), I just decided to deal with it. I got on with their show, and at the end of the day, I got a good book that took me far and away from my reality. That, after all, is what good books ultimately do.

Review: Fallen Heir by @authorerinwatt

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I never imagined that I would get addicted to Erin Watt’s “The Royals” series. By “addicted,” I mean that I’m committed. Or, rather, I should be. To a friendly mental institute that allows its patients to just read in peace. Because that’s precisely what my addiction compels to do. I forego sleep, scheduled meals, bathroom breaks (which may or may not have caused a slight case of UTI),  and real people’s company. It’s that bad. Which made reading the 3 Reed Royal and Ella Royal books back to back to back freakin’ awesome.

I also subscribe to the Misses Watt’s newsletter; hence, I’ve been getting their weekly Gideon Royal and Savannah, a.k.a. “Tarnished Crown,” chapters via e-mail. The last chapter was just delivered last Friday, so expect me to start reading its first chapter all over again, since I’m always antsy about cliffhangers and couldn’t seem to read without having a complete book in front of me.

So, when the Misses Watt invited readers to receive an ARC for Easton Royal’s book, “Fallen Heir,” I desperately jumped in line. When I got the said ARC, I dropped everything else (including the book I was reading at that time), and went into a book-reading daze. As with anything Erin Watt, I found myself not being able to put it down. Not even for a proper personal conversation with my sister (whom I have also converted into a Watt reader). Easton’s got me hooked from the very get-go and he’s captured my attention since reading about him and his “almost” case of a love triangle with Reed and Ella. Now, with his obsessive and addictive personality attached to a new girl in town, one who’s got secrets and issues of her own, “Fallen Heir” promised me new book-highs. But it also brought me new lows 😦 because book 5 and, maybe, even book 6, would still be about Easton and Hartley Wright.

The Royals, their friends and families, and their world are making Richie Rich and his crowd look ridiculous. With all their baggage, adult drama, teenage angst, taboos, and high-school rich-kid bitchiness all rolled into one, I gotta say Erin Watt is the only one who can make me actually enjoy these story arcs. Can’t wait for the next installment! IN JANUARY 2018! HUHUHUHUHUHU. 4 stars