Review: Yours by Jasinda Wilder

yours jasinda wilder.jpg

Well, this was weirdly wacky and wackily depressing. I really and truly hope that this piece of fiction has never happened and won’t ever happen to any twisted-up real people. The very thought that a grown-ass man with a congenitally defective heart, who has a severe death wish, alcoholic problems, a devil-may-care attitude, no job, but has plenty of money, would immediately have a 180-degree personality change and a permanent woody at the sight of his new heart donor’s widow is, in one word, weird.

Same with the extremely depressed widow. She feels a deep connection with Lock? Okay, I get it, because once she would have found out that he has her dead once-in-a-lifetime love’s heart, then that would be a natural reaction. But, no, in this book, the good surgical nurse finds and fights an immediate emotional tug of the heart as soon as she met Lock. She initiates their first kiss, gets wishy-washy about what she wants with Lock…. and, at this point of their weird tale (I was about 50% in already), I had to stop, because it was all talk, all monotonous internal angst, then the characters’ sexual organs touched, and ta-dah, the end.

I just didn’t feel the story, the characters, the whole enchilada. It was too much, too long. At least, for me.1 star


Review: Sex In The Sticks by @BennettBooks

Sex in the Sticks.jpg

If you’ve read this blog before, then I don’t know if you noticed that I’m a bit of a freak for Sawyer Bennett’s books. When Ms. Bennett has a new release, I sit up and take notice. Of course, it helps that I stalk her on her newsletter, on her publicist’s newsletter, her Twitter page, her Facebook page, and in my dreams. I know. It’s scary. I’M kinda scaring myself, I admit it, when it comes to my Bennett obsession. Can’t help it, though, when I already got hooked after reading “Uncivilized.” It’s a healthy obsession, though. Sorta. When I see my credit card bill full of Amazon’s name, that’s when reality bites. LOL!

So, thank goodness that I got selected for an ARC for Ms. Bennett’s latest release, “Sex In The Sticks!” I gotta say my EQ and sense of restraint thoroughly suffered after getting it. When I say “thoroughly suffered,” I meant that my restraint was non-existent. I devoured this one. I can already tell: main characters Valentine French and Logan Burke are going to be as unforgettable to me as Moira Reed and Zach Easton. The sexy factors were through the freaking burning roof. BTW, one caveat: I was listening to Amy Lee’s “Love Exists” when I was reading thru some portions of “Sex In The Sticks.”

gone for her.jpg

I laughed. I cried. I almost stuck my nose to my e-reader while reading sexy parts. So, maybe Amy helped me visualize Valentine and Logan 1,000% better? Don’t know. But this much I know: THIS. WAS. EVERYTHING. Kudos, Sawyer!!!
A Love Hurts Novel

Wake up and feel the wood! In the first of a series of irresistible standalone romances from New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett, a city girl rediscovers love and lust in the Alaskan wilderness.

Valentine French may be the sassiest dating columnist in New York City, but the abundance of metrosexuals in her adopted metropolis is seriously cramping her style. Where are the beefy all-American boys? Hoping to find some inspiration, Val heads to Alaska, where the men outnumber the women fifteen to one and wrestle grizzly bears for sport. Or so she can only imagine. Suddenly the most eligible bachelorette in a town full of horny lumberjacks, Val is writing her best columns ever. But if she doesn’t get her nose out of her laptop, she just might miss out on Mr. Right.

Logan Burke is the sheriff of the little podunk town that Val finds so charmingly backward. He’s not that different from the guys she’s using for her little experiment; it’s just that one date would never be enough for Logan. As he listens to Val complain about love over beers in the local tavern, he realizes that she can’t see the forest for the trees. Because if she would ever give up her Prada bags and fourteen-dollar martinis, Logan would give her the only luxury that matters: his heart.

end of story.jpg


Google Play:

Review: The One Real Thing by Samantha Young

the one real thing samantha young.jpg

Boring. Extremely hokey. Not worth it. And did I mention boring?

What in the ever-loving world happened?! I used to love Samantha Young’s books. Her Dublin Street books, especially book 1, were E.P.I.C. I cried, laughed, and fell in love with her characters. So, to find that I absofuckinglutely hated this was a big surprise… To me!

I wanted to love it. In fact, when I started it, I got really into it. I liked heroine Jessica and her seemingly noble and kind treatment of female inmates, despite her fuck-buddy-cardiac-surgeon of a friend’s lowly opinion of her chosen prison-doctor career. I liked aloof and seemingly alpha-male hero, Cooper. Ms. Young first gave us a few pages of how these main characters met, then I found I wanted to know more, and when I did, welp… I ended up NOT finishing it. It was THAT bad.

(1) Jessica, an M.D. by profession, stumbled upon 3 hidden desperate love letters from a former, dead female inmate, who, apparently, hailed from nearby Hartwell, Delaware. She goes on a self-discovering vacation to Hartwell, fell in lust with Cooper, then fell deeper in love with him, his small town, and its other cuckoo beachside residents. IN TWO MONTHS. She, a 33yo woman, abruptly quits her prison doctor job, decides that maybe being a doctor is not her real passion, has gabundles of student loans to repay, and took a job offered to her by immature and meddling innkeeper, Bailey Hartwell. Oh, and she’s harboring deep and scabbed-over mental trauma from losing her sister to suicide, and she actually begged Cooper, at one point, not to leave her because of her inability to talk about her and her sister’s tragic pasts. Her petty jealousies over Cooper’s ex and hook-ups, while she’s fresh into her relationship with Cooper, i.e., 2 days, were also just too tiring to read about over and over and over and over and over again.

(2) Cooper, the supposedly aloof barkeep and bar owner, was a sham. He’s a goddamned softy. He decides he liked Jessica’s mystery and sets out to make her fall in love with him. The 35yo dude has drama galore in his own life. Examples: he has an ex-wife who cheated on him with his then-lifelong best friend; the same ex reappears repeatedly to try and get him back; has a chain of hook-ups who relentlessly pursue him; and has kinky sexual tendencies he wanted to take on with the good ol’ doc. Makes sense? Nope, didn’t think so. It was, like, Cooper is a Frankenstein of a romantic hero. He’s everything and anything any female would want. As Jessica described him, he’s perfect. Which, TBH, fuckin’ annoyed me. ‘Coz all the women in this book were flawed, flawed, FLAWED. And the man was perfect?! UGH.

(3) Bailey was another annoying character. Her meddlesome and idealistic characteristics grated on me, for some reason. Her book is the second in this series, and without my even reading her book’s blurb on either Amazon or Goodreads, I already know her hero-counterpart would be her self-sworn enemy, New York-transplant and rival hotel owner, Vaughn. Her story is, again, predictable. ho-hum, and has me crying, “NEXT!” as if I were a casting director who’s just not having a good book day.

My conclusion:
(a) I regret buying this book.
(b) I regret auto-buying Bailey’s book, which now sits on my e-shelf, sticking its proverbial tongue out at me, and yelling “SUCKA!!!!!”
(c) DNF-ing it was more than what this book deserves from me.
1 star

Blog Tour!!! @Kris10Callihan and The Hot Shot

If you haven’t read “The Hot Shot” by Kristen Callihan yet, then I say unto you – why? You’re missing out on some feel-oh-so-great book amazingness. Nevertheless, I shall give you a taste, thankfully released to us by the author and her publicists. Read on, enjoy, and go buy the whole thing, people! It’s worth it, I promise.

kristen callihan the hot shot



Grumbling, I toss on some black lounge pants and my oversized Tulane t-shirt and head to the drugstore.

My head throbs by the time I get there, and my insides are writhing. I rest my hand against my lower stomach and grab a basket before calling James to complain.

“I swear,” I tell him as I grab a bottle of painkillers. “It’s like this entire day has been cursed.”

He snickers. “Curse. Get it? Curse?”

I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Laugh it up. Meanwhile, it feels as if someone is playing Battleship in my uterus.”

“Poor Chessie bear. At least we know why you were in such a foul mood.”

A flush washes over my cheeks. “Yeah.” Lie. Lie. Lie. A tub of salted caramel gelato makes its way into the basket.

“Tell me you’re getting some gelato,” James says.

I smile. “Just grabbed it.”

“Salted caramel?”

“You know it.”

I find the feminine products aisle and search for my brand. “I’m going to go home, take a long bath with my gelato, and forget this fucking day.” Forget Finn. “And then I’m going to go on Amazon and buying a freaking year’s supply of tampons so I don’t have to make these kinds of emergency runs anymore.”

A low, deep chuckle rumbles from behind me, and all the tiny hairs lift on my arms.

“But you’ll still need your gelato,” a familiar—fuck me, seriously?—voice points out.

My insides swoop even as my cheeks burn.

“Who is that?” James asks in my ear.

I slowly turn on one heel. “The plague,” I say, glaring up at Finn Mannus’s smiling face.

“From asshat to plague.” Finn scrunches up his brow. “I’m not sure if that’s a step down or a tie.”

“Who is that?” James nearly yells now.

I don’t take my eyes off Finn. “I’ll call you back.”

James’s squawks of protest cut off as I hit the end button.

“Are you stalking me, Mannus?”

Finn a rests his hands low on his lean hips. “Having a healthy amount of conceit myself, I have to admire yours, but no, buttercup. My buddy Woodson lives a few blocks away. It’s poker night. I’m stocking up on beer.”

It’s only then I notice a twelve pack tucked under his other arm.

“And tampons?” I ask, with a pointed look around the aisle we’re standing in.

“Not tonight,” he says easily. “Though we used to keep a pack of them back in college. Light flows were perfect for stopping up bloody noses.”

A snort escapes me. “Now there’s a visual.” Somehow, I’ve taken a step closer to him. He’s freshly showered, the golden brown strands of his hair still damp at his temples. And I wonder if he’s just come from the gym or practice. “So back in college you went and bought these tampons?”

“Nah,” he says with a cheeky smile. “I’d ask one of the girls hanging around to get me some.”

“Of course you did.” My nose wrinkles with annoyance.

“Give me a little credit, Chess. I’d buy them now if I had to.”

“Hmm…” I eye him, trying not to return his smile. If only because it’s more fun when he teases. “So why are you in this aisle now, if not for potential nosebleed needs?”

“That’s easy.” He steps closer, a warm wall of muscle and clean scent. “I heard your voice.”

For a second I just blink. “You recognized my voice?”

His gaze darts over my face as if he’s trying to get a read on why I’m gaping at him. “Not to be…ah…rude, but you’re loud when you talk on the phone.”

“Yeah, but… You recognized it.” We’d only just met. It occurs to me that I’d recognized his both times he’d snuck up on me. Then again, his voice is distinctive, flowing like hot honey when he’s relaxed or hammering down like iron to rock when he’s taking command of a situation.

A soft flush of pink tints the tips of his ears. If I wasn’t staring at him, I might have missed it. He shifts his weight. “Was I not supposed to?”

“No. Yes.” I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t know.”

He grins then. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.” I am.




Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal , best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.the hot shot AN.jpg

Review: The Hot Shot by @Kris10Callihan

kristen callihan the hot shot.jpg

I loved every single page of this latest offering from author Kristen Callihan. Almost two years it took to get into my grubby, little hands, but thanks to the generous author and her publicists, I received an ARC last week and just couldn’t. Put. It. Down. I read it. TWICE! Hence, I’m a bit late with my ARC review.

I won’t dilly-dally with a repetition of the book’s blurb. Instead, I’ll focus on how much better the plot was this time around (at least compared to book 3 of this series). There was none of the usual jealousy drama between Finn Mannus and his lady-love, Chess Copper. The female protagonist was portrayed like a person I’d like to be friends with. She’s lonely, has a male best friend who doesn’t give her shitty advice, extremely strong, emotionally adept, and self-sufficient. If it sounds like I’m in love with the fictional girl, well, then, maybe I am. Her counterpart, on the other hand, is also endearing. His ability to be fun and make fun of himself is cute. He’s got some leftover drama with another woman, while he was pursuing his relationship with Chess, but the way the author wrote those scenes? I liked them. It was both human and ideal, at the same time. I don’t know how Ms. Callihan did it, but she did it damned well.

If there’s a fifth book in this series, I’ll risk it now by saying it’ll be anti-climactic, because, DANG. I loved this one. Perfection cannot be topped.5 stars

Review: Provocative by @LisaReneeJones

Provocative Final Border

When I received this ARC of Lisa Renee Jones’ “Provocative,” I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. If you’ve read my blog before, you’d know how I avoid books with cliffhangers like they’re the resurrection of The Plague. However, I can add this, too: HOLY GOD ABOVE, thank goodness I got to read this in advance!

Provocative is a story filled with lies, deception, and love. In short, it’s my kinda story. Faith Winter and Nick “Tiger” Rogers are tied together by secrets and lust. At least, that’s how they started. Goody-two-shoes Faith is holding on to her father’s legacy, a Sonoma Valley winery, by the tip of her chinny-chin-chin. She’s also trying to revive her almost-dead art career. If I were her, I’d do the same as she did: sell some art to pay back her winery creditors. Plus, the way Ms. Jones described Faith? Makes me wanna be friends with her. She’s portrayed well, in my opinion, as she’s no simpering damsel-in-distress. Faith’s counterpart, Nick, seemingly holds all the keys to the unfolding of their relationship. He turned it from a plain one-night-stand to a “she’s mine” type of full-time obsession. Which, by the way, I luuuuuved. Alpha males, like Nick, with knights-in-blindingly-shiny-armors hidden inside them, make the best male leads, as far as I’m concerned. In my mind, he’s Bradley Cooper/Matthew McConaughey mix.

I was sliding right along with the angst, lust, and love that Nick was feeling as he narrated parts of his story with Faith, when Provocative, sadly ended. Ms. Jones segued into a surprise addition at the end (an erotic tale featuring a character who was the subject of a painting Nick bought and who had also appeared in Ms. Jones “Inside Out” series. I chose not to read that yet, because… ehem, I haven’t read the Inside Out books 4 starsyet. *GASP* What?! Yes, I haven’t, but don’t worry, if you haven’t either, I still suggest you follow in my eager-beaver footsteps and get Provocative, because you won’t get lost, I promise.

Now, allz we gotta do is wait until July when book 2, Shameless, comes out.


P.S. Augh! The agony of waiting!


Review: All You Need by Lorelei James

all you need lorelei james.jpg

I received the ARC for “All You Need” by Lorelei James a couple of weeks ago. Then, I got stressed out, because, at that time, I haven’t yet read the 2 books that preceded it in the series it’s part of, “Need You.” So, I read those first. Then, I really, really liked Brady Lund’s story. And, really, really tried to finish Walker Lund’s story in time, but got caught up daydreaming about Brady and Lennox. In the midst of “Just What I Needed,” I fell in love with fictional Walker, and entered into a love-hate relationship with his heroine-counterpart, Trinity, whom I found so clichéd. Nonetheless, I pushed thru and, finally, leapt wholeheartedly into Annika and Axl’s story.

Long story short? This was okay. The main characters were put in a situation that I found to be anticlimactic all throughout the book. Axl was a hockey player-bad boy, who, after getting his heart broken by his first real girlfriend, decided that he’d pretend that he neither speaks nor understands English, that he’d sleep with as many puck-bunnies as possible (one of whom was his former hockey team coaches’ wife), and that he’d sabotage his own career, because he felt betrayed and depressed since arriving in America. If you didn’t understand the logic behind this character’s thinking, well, me neither. Congratulations, you are as confused as I am.

Annika Lund, the heroine of this story, was just as weirdly characterized. She consciously entered a love-hate affair with Axl, which later on evolved into a secret I’m-so-in-luuuuuuuv relationship with him. It’s kept a secret, because she decided that she didn’t want to ruin her public Ice Princess business persona (what a way to “lean in” there). She promised herself that she’d complete a business deal first, before she comes out of the closet with Axl. When that’s done, she got depressed and DID NOT come clean about her and Axl’s love connection. Turns out, the Ice Princess is pretty insecure, despite Axl’s repeated love declarations. She only turned her sad face around after Axl put on a public performance that outed them both to their fans and family.

The entire thing was…… there’s just no other word for it, except “lame.” I got more excited about the book (I just know there’s a book coming out) about Annika’s cousin and his ex-girlfriend, whom Annika has hired to be her PR team’s graphic artist. Nevertheless, the fourth book in the series will be about Annika’s younger pro-football 2 starsplayer, Jensen Lund, who featured prominently as well in this book. I’m telling you…. everyone was more interesting than Annika in her own damned book. Sigh. It’s okay, though, I still love Lorelei James and this series.