Review: Misadventures on the Night Shift by Lauren Rowe

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3.5 stars

Why? Because:
1. The sexy bits were hot as f.

Then, why not 5-stars, you say? Because:
1. I liked the ending, but did not totally love it. Sure, there was the requisite HEA, but it was too easy. Heroine, Abby, went up to a hotel penthouse suite to interview her ex-lover, rock star, Lucas Ford, after 1.5 years of not hearing from him. Which was per their arrangement. Not 15 minutes later, they’re grabby, lusty, and sexing up like there’s no tomorrow. Um… okay.

2. Our girl, Abby? She’s kinda needy and clingy, but pretends not to be. In her inner monologues, she’s always saying, “take me to L.A., Lucas. TAKE ME TO L.A.!” Girl, why can’t you go there yourself? You looking for a free ride?

3. Lucas had it too easy. After 15 minutes of not even groveling, he has her back? Again….. okay.

After all of my incessant griping on the minutiae, I still really liked this book! It just goes to show you: don’t judge a book by its cover. The cover looks bleh, but dang, the contents were smokin’!4 stars


Review: Brooklynaire by @SarinaBowen

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Me, after finally getting to read Nate and Becca’s story in “Brooklynaire:”


Also me, after I finished the book:

crying after reading

Nate and Becca were two of my favorite characters in Sarina Bowen’s “Brooklyn Bruisers” series. In the first 3 books of the said series, it was pretty obvious that Nate and Becca were gonna get together; by hell or high water, they were gonna be a couple. It’s just aaaaaaawesome when the details of their love story are told in such a seamless and believable way. This boss-assistant office romance was just what the book-doctor ordered for me to read after a slew of depressing and predictable books I had on my TBR.

If it’s the last book in the “Brooklyn Bruisers” series, I am definitely not complaining!

5 stars

Review: Making Sense by Lila Rose

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I try as much as possible not to judge a book by its cover, but then, I saw the lady on Lila Rose’s “Making Sense,” and I thought, “okay, I need this one!” (I felt like she IS me. Minus the kid and ex-husband. Oh, and add 2 glasses of wine and 1 shot of rum.)

I needed a good laugh when I started this book (the author’s new to me), and I really, really, REALLY wanted to like it. Turns out: it was good. It’s not the greatest, most singular and unique romance novel ever written, but it’s not the worst, either. I just thought that the story was in staccato the whole time; it wasn’t very seamless in the story-telling. It kinda went like this: scene one – hero meets heroine in an adult store he owns. He falls in love. She falls in lust…. scene two – he moves her into an EA position in his other business…. scene three – they fall in love… scenes four to five –

Ya know what I mean? There were just some points in the story that were not seamlessly woven together with the previous scenes and with the ones that followed suit. The story’s not original, sure, but I thought it coulda been told better. Thirty-seven year-old heroine, Adalyn Rogue Sage (GREAT name, beeteedubs), was a single mom whose ex let her go because he thought she was physically unattractive. That description alone got my blood boiling on her behalf – – – but, she didn’t need me up in arms. Every man she met along the way found her to be Britney Spears 2.0, all to which she was *gasp* surprised about. (Insert: rolling my eyes) Her inner monologue consisted of teenage-y words, such as, “SWOON!” every time her hero says or does something that any woman with properly functioning ovaries would fall for. Despite that being said, she was a’ight.

Forty-three year old hero, Vice, was a stone-cold businessman, who’s got all the ladies around him panting after him. That scene where Adalyn found him in his office with his waist being embraced by a woman against a wall? I wonder why that woman suddenly disappeared, if she was just a platonic friend. We have his POV written as some chapters in the book. He was deliberately precise about he felt about his heroine, and I suppose that’s what I liked about this fictional dude. He was too old for B.S., and he quickly admitted what he felt about Addie. That part about him: ROCKED. But, remember how I said I grabbed a copy of this book because I liked its cover? Yeah, Mr. Vice sure as hell does not look like that guy in my head. Cover model looks like Colin Hanks. The way I’m imagining Vice, well, let’s just say Hanks is not in the top ten of my choices.

All in all, an interesting read.3 stars

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Title: Making Sense

Author: Lila Rose

Genre: Romance


About Making Sense:

Adalyn Sage.

I’m thirty-seven, a mother, a divorcee, and I’m ready to date again.

I need a man willing to love me for who I am, despite what size I am. Only finding such a guy is harder than it’s cracked up to be. Afterall, I’m a little clumsy and just a tad outspoken… that is unless I’m in front of a man so good-looking my panties melt. Then I become an absolute weirdo.

Case in point: Vice Salvatore. Stunning. Growly. And also my boss.

Thank God his a**hole attitude put my racing heart at ease and changed my lust to hate.

Nope. I don’t care for him. Won’t. I’ll continue to ignore my ladybits and stay strong.

At least for a while.

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Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age.
Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.
She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC: Ballarat Charter series- Holding Out. Since then, she has published seventeen other titles, which range from romantic comedy, erotica, YA, and paranormal.


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Review: Marriage of Inconvenience by @reidromance

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***Thank you to the author and to her publicist for this generous ARC***

So, I love Penny Reid and her books. There’s abso-bloody-lutely no doubt of that fact. Anything she writes, I will read. Anytime, anywhere. I’ve read all of the Knitting in the City series and when Kat and Dan’s book is FINALLY ***F-I-N-A-L-L-Y*** being offered, I became like fictional Dan in my head, and said “I fucking gotta have that.”

Having been so in love with these Knitting characters for about 5 years now, I was prepared to just fall even more desperately in love with them. Yeah, sure, there were some books I was not really into (Elizabeth and Nico’s book was one) and there were some that I still re-read from time to time (Sandra and Alex’s). This one? Falls kinda in between those two categories.

I can’t tell you what time of mindset I was in (I can’t tell, because I really don’t know), but I just couldn’t emotionally connect or understand book heroine, Kat’s, perspective, thoughts, and decisions. She was indecisive on so many things; she second guesses herself all the damned time; and, she has so many misunderstandings with Dan, I was mentally wringing her neck. Then, I slap myself in the face and remind my id and ego that Kat is a fictional 24-yo white privileged girl, who rebelled against her a$$hole of a father by doing drugs and alcohol in her teens and by turning her back against her family – because she felt lonely and unattended to. Her POV about mentally-ill people was commendable, and her grit/stamina against mansplainers was admirable. I just don’t get her hang-ups.

With book hero, Dan? I get him. Sometimes, I think I am him (‘cept I’m not into girls). His delayed realization of what that constant “shitty feeling” he gets in the middle of his chest every time he encounters Kat is a bit of ho-hum moment, but, whatevs, my excuse for him is that he’s a man.

As with previous Knitting books, Ms. Reid gives us tidbits about the world that her characters reside in. In “M-o-I,” the author gives us plenty of information about the pharmaceutical business – and I, for one, found those more interesting than the characters’ story and their development. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to Penny Reid’s books. She’s Neil deGrasse-Tyson, but can give information packaged together with the hotness of a good romance novel.

Perhaps that’s the tiny bit of a problem I find with M-o-I. The romancing came in late in the game. Kat and Dan danced around each other [(Kat’s got some issues with her sexuality) (hide spoiler)] for about 75% of the entire book, and got IT on kinda late. Even though they were, technically, married. Maybe I find reading thru the facts, the innuendoes, and their fictional inner thoughts were too much if there wasn’t really anything sexy going on between them. Maybe that’s on me, than on the actual book. Maybe. In any case, I’m so happy I finally ***F-I-N-A-L-L-Y***got to read Kat and Dan’s story. Now, I’m all good for the weekend.3 stars

Excerpt: Then There Was You by @ClariCon ‏

Then There Was You, an all-new second chance romance from New York Times bestselling author Claire Contreras is LIVE!

Love and the right timing were two things I didn’t believe in.

Love is about walking to the edge of the cliff and taking the leap together.
Timing was never on our side.
My first mistake was hooking up with my best friend.
My second came years later, when we met again, and I fell for her.
My third was letting her go, because I had to. Because a love like this wasn’t built to withstand the winds coming in our direction.

Love and timing.
I didn’t believe in either.

Then there was you . . .


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“There’s no one at my parent’s house except for me.” He raised an eyebrow. “My brother is moving from his apartment to a bigger house, so he’s been going by there to pick up the last of his things, but that’s about it. I’ve barely seen him.”

I frowned. “So why are you staying there?” And where were his parents living? I didn’t want to ask this, of course, but I was dying to know.

 “I’m waiting for construction on my apartment building to be complete. It should be move-in ready by October.”


All sorts of questions popped into my head, but I pushed them aside. They’d go unasked because I didn’t want to answer any more of his. Thankfully, he clicked for the iron gates that guarded his house to open and drove in, not pushing for an answer. My eyes stayed glued on those gates as we drove past them. They were like something out of a Richie-Rich movie, those gates, black with a gold emblem in the center. I’d seen them countless times, pushed them open in the middle of the night more times than I could count. I tore my eyes away and looked up at the house. I hadn’t expected to feel such gripping emotion over a damn gate, but I guess some things never stop piercing your heart, no matter how much time passed.

“I’ll be right out.”

I nodded once and leaned against the seat before he jogged inside. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out how my trip had gone from closing a chapter in my life to being stuck in the middle of my epilogue. When Grandma Joan called me with a guilt trip, telling me to come spend a couple of weeks with her, I’d taken her up on the offer for two reasons: I was the only one left who hadn’t packed her room and taken the boxes to the storage unit, and I missed her and this place. I missed the days I used to come here and feel like I was home. I missed the slow pace that came with a life here in Ithaca, nestled inside the city, but surrounded by nature and the water.

Thinking about those days also brought memories of Rowan. Kissing Rowan, holding hands with him, laughing with him in our canoes, but with the positive came the negative. He and I were never meant to be more than friends, and even friends was questionable. Friends didn’t lie or omit important things. My eyes popped open when I heard the front door shut. I watched him take the steps two at a time and stride toward me.

He slid into the driver’s seat, dropped one of the two bottles of water he’d been carrying into my lap, and shot me a wink. I scowled, clutching the water and facing forward. Just because I’d taken him up on the ride didn’t mean we were suddenly going to be chums again. Far from it. I wouldn’t fall for those mischievous eyes. I wouldn’t fall for the panty-dropping grin either. I wouldn’t fall. Not again.


My Way Back to You
Publication Date: March 15th, 2018


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Claire Contreras is a New York Times Best Selling Author. Her books range from romantic suspense to contemporary romance and are currently translated in seven different languages.

She lives in Miami, Fl with her husband, two adorable boys, three bulldogs, and two stray cats that she refuses to admit are hers (even though they live on her porch, she named them, and continues to feed them). When she’s not writing, she’s usually lost in a book. 

Review: Misadventures of a College Girl by @laurenrowebooks

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This book.

OMG, this was THE feel-good book that probably ends all feel-good books. Okay, I really hope not, because that’ll mean that everything I’ll read from here on out will just go pfffft. But, anyway: holy crap! I think I just found my next fave author.

Lauren Rowe combined hot erotica with some light romantic comedy, fueled by almost no drama, and sweet, sweet characters. “Misadventures of a College Girl” tells the story of 2 college kids who were fated for each other. There was none of that clichéd alpha male who can’t admit that he’s irrevocably fallen in love. None of the weak female heroine with an annoying girl best friend who gives all the wrong advices. It was just all out joy.

Ms. Rowe chose to tell a love story that highlighted all the high points in a relationship between two people with big (oftentimes, opposing and time-consuming) dreams. I’m sure that in the span of the books’ main characters’ long relationship, there were also low freakin’ points, but I, for one, am so gosh-darned happy that the author chose to skip telling us readers about those Debbie Downers.

This was the best fictional love story, in my opinion. This weekend, I got to pretend that love, when two people commit to it and to each other, and they work their asses off to make it WORK for them, was real, joyful, fun, selfless, and just plain beautiful. I read it in 4 hours (I skipped my daily shower for it. Ha!) and have decided that I’m skipping the Misadventures of the Good Wife in this series. Not only did it not get as high of a review as other Misadventures, but it sounds like the husband in that story was the ultimate douche. And I refuse to get down from my Tyler-and-Zooey-infused high.

Thank you, Lauren Rowe.5 stars

Review (part I): Cracked Kingdom by Erin Watt

Confession: after the first 5% of “Cracked Kingdom,” I had to… just HAD TO see whether or not Easton and Hartley’s story would finally end with a HEA this time. (The last one was an abrupt cliffy, which, I have to admit unwillingly, was awesome.) So, I peeked at the end. Sue me.

I decided not to finish “CK” from start to end this time. I was starting to get pissed off at all the characters surrounding Hartley: her doctor; that heartless teenage bitch, Felicity; her imposter of an asshole boyfriend, Kyle; her parents; Easton; his family; the world.

I couldn’t help but compare those privileged, white American teenagers from Cracked Kingdom with those from Stoneman Douglas High in Florida.

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Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School student, Emma González

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Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School student, David Hogg

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Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School students and mass gun shooting survivors

With the aftermath of the Florida high school shooting emerged a few teenaged lobbyists calling for tighter and smarter gun controls. Their pictures, their grief, and the long battle ahead of them (which, I hope, they will pursue until their damned government and some hard-core so-called Conservative gun enthusiasts do something affirmative and productive against current gun procurement laws in their country) still stay with me, even though the headlines have already moved on to the next story. I suppose that’s why I could neither stomach nor relate with CK’s kids. I choose to think that real American kids are better than that. That American society, in general, could have more compassion than what the people around Hartley had exhibited.

While I had really, REALLY liked Reed and Ella’s story (also full of white, privileged American teenaged OTT drama), this one got too hard to read. Maybe even too ridiculous to read. For a self-proclaimed Kantian (i.e., belief in the human having an innate propensity for evil), this was an eye-opener. Turns out that I’d still like to believe that people can have compassion, understanding, and love for one another…. and that I hate it when my book heroines are the fuckin’ underdogs.