Thursday, December 29, 2016

Book Review: Everything You Want Me To Be by Mindy Mejia

Everything You Want Me To Be

by Mindy Mejia


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Full of twists and turns, Everything You Want Me to Be reconstructs a year in the life of a dangerously mesmerizing young woman, during which a small town’s darkest secrets come to the forefront...and she inches closer and closer to her death.

High school senior Hattie Hoffman has spent her whole life playing many parts: the good student, the good daughter, the good citizen. When she’s found brutally stabbed to death on the opening night of her high school play, the tragedy rips through the fabric of her small town community. Local sheriff Del Goodman, a family friend of the Hoffmans, vows to find her killer, but trying to solve her murder yields more questions than answers. It seems that Hattie’s acting talents ran far beyond the stage. Told from three points of view—Del, Hattie, and the new English teacher whose marriage is crumbling—Everything You Want Me to Be weaves the story of Hattie’s last school year and the events that drew her ever closer to her death.

Evocative and razor-sharp, Everything You Want Me to Be challenges you to test the lines between innocence and culpability, identity and deception. Does love lead to self-discovery—or destruction?


My Rating:




Favorite Quotes:



‘You’ll have to make a statement. We’ll have every news station in the state calling.’   Brian always exaggerated the hell out of everything. He’d likely get a few calls from the County Gazette. The truth was, his wife probably wanted to know all the details so she could spread it around at Sally’s Café, where she baked muffins every morning.


… ever since I bought my Motorola this summer she acted like I was carrying Satan in my purse. Like I wasn’t going to school, and work, and rehearsals. Why couldn’t I text my friends and check my forums?


Something shifts inside you after your child dies, like things that were liquid before turn hard and brittle.


The only distinctive thing about her was a couple of large moles in front of her right ear. From a distance it looked like a vampire had missed his mark and bitten her face.


I looked up and her face had changed again. She was like quicksilver, how fast she processed information and emotions and moved on.  


… she used to make fun of Maggie and all the girls that dated a lot in school. She called them ‘he-tarded.’


I lost my virginity when I was fifteen, although lost is a funny word for it. I didn’t misplace it like a homework assignment or a cell phone. It wasn’t like I could find it again and tuck it back in there.


Nobody talked about their feelings around here.   They just absorbed the hurts and the losses and barely nodded if anyone said anything about it. It was okay to be funny or crack a joke like Dad, but any other emotion just got the American Gothic treatment. It was all hidden and sometimes I wondered if it was even there.


My Review:


I quickly fell down the rabbit hole as I was immediately captivated by the superlative writing and remained riveted and enthralled with every sentence. Written in multiple POV and going back in forth between two timelines, Ms. Mejia’s ingenious and active storyline was highly eventful, fast-paced, and densely packed with heart-gripping suspense. Her clever style and witty descriptions were lushly detailed, juicy, and highly amusing, such as the prickly female Coroner who “sauntered around the morgue like the unholy queen of the dead.” Hattie was an intriguing chameleon and a complex character; it was hard for me not to over-identify with her eagerness and bone-deep desire to escape her rural small town roots. The story was brilliantly paced, well constructed, and flawlessly executed. I was totally mesmerized and continued to contemplate and obsess over the characters and story long after putting my kindle to rest. Mindy Mejia has mad skills!


About the Author

Mindy Mejia is a fiction writer, finance manager, weekend jogger, wife, and mother of two. She writes what she likes to read--contemporary, plot-driven novels that deliver both entertainment and substance. She lives in the Twin Cities and is currently working on a project that might or might not be a trilogy. Learn more about Mindy at:

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Book Review, Giveaway: Those Texas Nights by Delores Fossen

Those Texas Nights &

 Lone Star Cowboy Bonus

(Wrangler's Creek #1)

by Delores Fossen



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The Granger siblings thought they'd left their ranching days behind, until fate sends them home to Wrangler's Creek, Texas—and into the passionate arms of those they'd least expect…

It's some run of bad luck when Sophie Granger loses her business and gets left at the altar all in one day. Desperate to not appear jilted, Sophie begs Clay McKinnon, Wrangler's Creek's smoking-hot police chief, to pretend they're having an affair. But Clay refuses, leaving Sophie to retreat to the family ranch to lick her wounds.

Hoping to leave his disreputable past behind, Clay moved to Wrangler's Creek for a fresh start. But that looks unlikely when Sophie's ex-fiancé shows up married to Clay's impulsive kid sister. Overcome, Sophie resuggests the affair—but this time for real. Clay is hesitant. City-girl Sophie isn't usually his type. But he can't deny the desire she elicits—or his yearning to have her plant her cowboy roots for good.



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Favorite Quotes:



… as soon as he had a name, Clay would run a background check on him.  He loved his sister – most of the time anyway – but April was a turd magnet when it came to men.


Before the woman even stepped into his office, he caught a whiff of her.  Garlic, for sure.  Limburger cheese, maybe.  And Listerine… Clay wasn’t sure exactly how old Vita was, but she had to be a lot younger than she looked because she had a thirty-year-old daughter, Mila.  Yet she looked to be a hundred and sixty.  Or maybe that wasn’t actually wrinkles upon wrinkles but instead she was smearing her face with Limburger cheese. 


You couldn’t always tell if her mother was clued into reality or not.  She looked prim and proper as if she should be on one of those TV shows from the sixties, the ones where the moms wore high heels to do housework.  Not a hair out of place.  Lipstick was a necessity, and she wore hard padded bras that could bruise you when she gave you a hug.


Billy Lee’s got that closet phobia thing.  Has had it since he was a kid… He got it ‘cause all them bigger boys in junior high used to cram him in his locker and fart on him through the vent holes.


In this moment being responsible seemed highly overrated.  That likely explained why there were unplanned pregnancies, therapy, and regrets.


Mila caught onto the doorframe so she could put on a pair of red high heels normally reserved for movie musicals and cheap hookers.


My Review:



I adored this humorous and delightful small town romance by Delores Fossen.  It was wryly amusing with a twist of intrigue and heap of family drama.  Sophie’s wedding day brought disaster of epic proportions for the entire Granger family as her fiancé fled in one direction and the considerable family fortune in another.  I was instantly hooked on page one when this busy and eventful story took off and kept me engaged, entertained, and smirking throughout.  Those Texas Nights was a comfortable read full of quirky characters, a well-paced storyline, a few delicious steamy bits, and considerable levity hiding within the narrative.  

Empress DJ



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USA Today bestselling author, Delores Fossen, has sold over 70 novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best Award, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award and was a finalist for the prestigious Rita ®. In addition, she’s had nearly a hundred short stories and articles published in national magazines.

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Monday, December 26, 2016

Book Review, Giveaway: Brake Failure by Alison Brodie



 Title: Brake Failure
By: Alison Brodie
Publication Date: January 9, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance



Brake Failure is a contemporary romance with a kick-ass heroine. The story is set in one of the most fascinating periods of America’s history: the months leading up to Y2K “melt-down.”
“Is it too late to tell him you love him when you’re looking down the barrel of his gun?”

Ruby Mortimer-Smyth is an English debutante, destined for Lady’s Day at Ascot and taking tea at The Savoy. She knows the etiquette for every occasion and her soufflés NEVER collapse.

She is in control of her life, tightly in control. Until fate dumps her down in … Kansas.

Ruby believes that life is like a car; common-sense keeps it on the road, passion sends it into a ditch. What she doesn’t know is, she’s on a collision course with Sheriff Hank Gephart.

Sheriff Hank Gephart can judge a person. Miss Mortimer-Smyth might act like the Duchess of England but just under the surface there’s something bubbling, ready to explode. She’s reckless, and she’s heading for brake failure. 
And he’s not thinking about her car.

With the Millennium approaching, Ruby gets caught up in the Y2K hysteria. She joins a group of Survivalists, who give her a gun and advise her to stockpile basic essentials, such as gasoline and water-purifying tablets. So she bulk-buys Perrier, Gentleman’s Relish and macaroons.

Ruby, far from home, is making Unsuitable Friends and “finding herself” for the first time. She falls in with a gang of Hells Angels and falls foul of the law. At every turn, she comes up hard against Sheriff Hank Gephart, whose blue eyes seem to look deep into her soul. She desperately wants him but knows she can never have him.

She’s angry at the emotions he arouses in her. Pushed to her limit, she bursts from her emotional straightjacket.

As the clock strikes midnight of the new Millennium, she’s on a freight train with three million dollars, a bottle of Wild Turkey and a smoking gun.

What happened to Miss Prim-and-Proper? And why did she shoot Mr. Right?

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Note: Alison Brodie wrote this story from first-hand experience. She lived in Kansas during this time and was stunned by the hysteria, unnerved that the US government was spending $150 billion preparing for Armageddon. As Lionel Shriver says in “We have to Talk About Kevin”: ‘1999, a year widely mooted beforehand as the end of the world.’







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5 * “OMG…I freakin’ LOVED this book…going on the list of one of my favorites of 2016.” –Star Angels Reviews 

5* “Everyone needs to read this book. It’s blooming brilliant.” –The Reading Shed 

5* “Hilarious.” -Lauren Sapala, Book Reviewer and Writers’ Coach. 

5* “A laugh-out-tale that will keep you flipping the pages as fast as possible.” –Tome Tender 

5* “Empowering…comical…refreshing.” –San Francisco Book Review




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That afternoon, Ruby parked outside Shady Acres. She couldn’t wait for Gephart to ask her out on a date. Then she could tell him she was married. Ha!
He sat in reception. In full uniform. Why couldn’t he have changed into civilian clothes? Now he would make her look like an offender. Or was that his intention? Just because she’d put a few scratches in his police car.
‘Hi, Ruby.’ He stood up, crushing a plastic cup in one hand and tossing it in the bin.
She stared pointedly down at his belt. ‘Are you going to put me in handcuffs?’ she asked sarcastically.
He winked. ‘Not if you’re good.’
Ruby blushed. Why was it that every time she gazed into his eyes, she felt as if a hand was pressing down on her chest? She was only thankful that once she started reading to the old lady, Hank Gephart would go.
The receptionist was busy dealing with two elderly gentlemen, so Ruby and Hank had to wait to sign-in. Ruby felt strangely jittery in the big man’s presence. She only wished he wouldn’t stand so close. She inched further along the reception counter and, wanting to hide her nervousness, started squaring up the brochures into neat piles.
He came closer. ‘Ruby, I don’t like you mixing with Hells Angels.’
She felt his warm breath on her cheek. ‘Is there a law against that?’ Refusing to look at him, she picked up a brochure and found herself reading about incontinence.
‘No, but-’
‘Then, presumably, I have the freedom to choose with whom I associate?’
‘Yeah, but I’m warning you-’
Warning you. Angrily, she grabbed up another brochure and flicked through it at speed, false teeth and hearing-aids flashing by. ‘Why do you have to be so aggressive? Why can’t you say, “may I suggest?”’
‘Okay.’ He rested his arm along the counter and leant towards her. His eyes were blue, very blue. ‘May I suggest you keep away from them?’
‘No, you may-!’ She stopped abruptly. A matronly nurse was hovering beside them.
‘Well, Hank,’ the nurse said gaily. ‘Is this your lady friend you’ve been telling us about?’
Hank beamed down at Ruby with proprietary pride. ‘It sure is.’
‘I’m not his lady friend,’ Ruby mumbled.
‘Nice to meet you, Ruby,’ the nurse said. ‘I’m Amy.’ She beckoned with a finger as if tempting two small well-behaved children to an exciting treat. ‘If you want to come along, Mrs Amstruther is waiting.’
As they walked along the corridor, Ruby noticed two pretty nurses break off from their conversation to study her. She sensed that Hank had been gossiping about her. She caught up with Amy, determined to quash whatever rumours were flying around. ‘I am not at all familiar with Geph- I mean, Hank.’
The nurse stopped at a door and knocked. ‘I love your accent.’
Ruby persisted. ‘I have merely bumped into him on various occasions.’
‘We know.’ The nurse winked and opened the door. ‘You two go on in.’
As Ruby spluttered indignantly, Hank took her by the elbow. ‘Mrs Amstruther?’ he called. ‘I’ve brought my friend to meet you.’
‘Come in, come in,’ a quavery voice replied.
Ruby stepped across the threshold and froze.
Mrs Amstruther was blind.
The old lady was sat up in bed, dressed in a faded, flower-print bed-jacket, her eyes wrapped in bandages; her skin appeared almost translucent, the pink skull showing beneath a mop of dazzling white hair. She smiled sweetly, reaching out a tentative hand.
Ruby felt a pang. Mrs Amstruther shouldn’t be here; she should be in a cottage-garden in Devon with a wicker table laden with a cream tea and a vase of freshly cut delphiniums; and surrounded by her grandchildren.
‘Dear Hank,’ Mrs Amstruther murmured. Ruby stepped forward, and put her hand in the old woman’s. ‘Hello, I’m Ruby.’
‘Oh, how lovely to hear an English voice! You’re so kind, Ruby; volunteering to read to a boring old lady like me.’
‘It’s my pleasure.’
‘Hank didn’t bully you, I hope?’ Mrs Amstruther said in mock gravity.
With an ache of sadness, Ruby gazed down at the old woman so far from home - a home she would never again see. Ruby realised the childish bickering between her and Gephart was pathetic. The discord she had brought into the room, evaporated. ‘I didn’t need to be bullied. I was delighted with Hank for asking me.’
‘Do take a seat, Ruby, dear,’ the old woman said.
Ruby pulled an armchair closer to the bed. The room was sunny, the walls covered in framed photographs of children at the seaside. Beyond the window, at the far perimeter of a vast lawn, a freight train rumbled passed, the melancholic blast of its horn fading into the distance. Gephart, too, was watching it.
Mrs Armstruther’s hand was searching the rumpled bedding. ‘Ruby, could you possibly read a few pages of Wind in the Willows? My son loved it when he was little.’ She brought out a book from under the covers. ‘It’s so annoying not being able to see. Thankfully the bandages come off at the end of the month.’
‘So it’s not …?’
‘What, dear?’
‘Permanent?’ Ruby asked, taking the book.
‘Oh, no, it’s just cataracts; the curse of old age.’
Ruby, discovering the old woman would recover her sight, felt a lightness of spirit; felt she could embrace all her fellow beings - including Hank. He was standing, studying the photos on the wall. Catching his eye, she smiled at him, tilting her head towards the door, a silent message that he could leave.
He wrinkled his brow, evidently unable to gauge her meaning.
She tried again, running her fingers through the air towards the door.
He gave her a stupid look.
‘Are you going?’ she mouthed silently.
He nodded to signify that he understood. Then he shook his head, walked over to the armchair by the window, sat down and rested his hands squarely on his knees.
He was obviously staying.
‘Have you ever read Wind in the Willows, Ruby?’ Mrs Amstruther asked.
‘Yes, years ago.’
The old lady laughed. ‘Mole is delightful, isn’t he? Who is your favourite character?’
‘Toad. I loved it when he dressed up as a woman to escape the police.’ Ruby instantly regretted the words. ‘Of course, I don’t identify with Toad,’ she added hastily, forcing herself not to look at Gephart. ‘I just think he’s a loveable rascal.’
‘Isn’t he just!’ Mrs Amstruther settled back to enjoy the story, and Ruby began:
‘“The Mole had been working hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home …”’
Why is P.C. Plod hanging about anyway? Surely he’s not interested in riverbank creatures.
‘“First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash till he had dust in his throat and eyes and splashes of white-wash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms …”’
He’s staring at me; I know he is.
‘“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below …’”
This was too much! Ruby glared at him. ‘Haven’t you got a murder to solve?’
‘What?’ Mrs Amstruther jerked in confusion.
Ruby was appalled by her thoughtlessness. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs Amstruther, I was talking to Hank. You see, I don’t want to keep him from his work.’
He folded his arms across his chest and grinned. He was obviously taking delight in her embarrassment. ‘I’m off-duty,’ he said.
For the sake of the old lady, Ruby had to speak sweetly, but there was nothing stopping her from raking the man from head to foot with hostile eyes. ‘Do you always wear uniform when you’re off-duty?’
‘I do when I haven’t had time to get to my locker and change.’
She couldn’t bear to look at that smug face a second longer. She snatched up the book and continued to read. ‘“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below-’” She stopped in confusion, her cheeks a fiery red.
‘Oh, I’ve read that bit already.’
She could sense him laughing at her. And he was!
He stood up, his eyes dancing mischievously. ‘I’ve got a feeling Ruby can’t concentrate with me here. I’m flustering her pretty little head.’
Her relief that he was going was rapidly replaced by horror. That awful man was insinuating she fancied him! As he passed by, he bent and kissed her on the cheek. ‘I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby … Sweet Cheeks,’ he said softly, squeezing her shoulder.
Wide-eyed and apoplectic, she watched him walk to the door.
‘He’s such a lovely man,’ Mrs Amstruther said after he had gone.
Ruby couldn’t trust herself to speak.
‘The nurses say he’s very handsome. Is he?’
Ruby was still pinning the door with a look of fury. ‘O-h-h, you don’t want to know what I think.’
She picked up the book, her decision made.
She was no longer angry; in fact, she was rather jubilant. Like any institution, this building would have a goods delivery entrance. Well, Gephart, she thought complacently. You’re about to have a long wait because Sweet Cheeks, here, is going out the back.





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Favorite Quotes:



Claire was never late, except when she wanted to undermine the enemy – and Ruby was the enemy.  They’d been at war since they became sisters at the age of eight.  Then, it had been a blitzkrieg of shin-kicking; but now they were adults, it was more stealth and guerrilla tactics.


She waved as if Ruby were far out to sea.  She always had to do something that stopped a room talking. Leading the maitre d’ like a favoured slave, she sailed over, her eyes raking up and down Ruby’s suit.  ‘You look like a dental nurse.'


Claire and Granddad detested each other.  Claire said he should be de-loused.  Granddad said her face could stop a tank.


Edward was right when he said everyone in Kansas is friendly… I go to my regular checkout girl, Clementine, who grins at me as if I’ve just donated a kidney to her baby brother.  As usual, she wants inside information on the Queen, and since I don’t want to disappoint, I say, Her Majesty smokes like a chimney and her corgis bite.


At the checkout, Clementine asks what the Queen eats besides cucumber sandwiches and I say, Grilled Swan.


‘So what does a maiden-in-distress wear?’  she muttered, running up the stairs.  A Wonderbra and a plunging neckline would do for starters.


Ruby had thought of a name for their little house on the prairie: ‘Buckin’ Palace.’



My Review:



I frequently giggled, barked, and laughed aloud while reading this delightfully amusing story.  Alison Brodie is a talented scribe who loaded her tale with vividly comical descriptions of her numerous quirky characters, as well as the countless hilariously theatrical antics that Ruby stumbled through.  As an example - Ruby was a hypochondriac and felt her Doctor “had the tenderness of a Third World dictator,” with “his hairy eyebrows converging like fighting rodents” when he spoke to her. 


Ruby, and her ridiculous diva stepsister Claire, were highly competitive, excessively dramatic, shallow, selfish, volatile, and heinously snide; although Ruby was more of a Calamity Jane due to her thoughtless bumbling and impulsivity.  Due to her odd childhood, Ruby was emotionally repressed and suffered from excessive anxiety as well as overly grandiose fantasies and ideals.  She was a fish out of water being a British woman who was suddenly plopped down in Kansas following her new husband’s job promotion, a move which was quite distressing for Ruby as she had big plans of being relocated to Paris, the very place her sister had always dreamed of living.  In Ruby’s mind, her life goal would only be perfect once she achieved something her sister could not, and that was Paris.  But instead of her expected and highly desired new and perfect life in Paris, Ruby found herself in Kansas - where for the first time she also found herself popular and wildly in demand.  She was surrounded by Y2K prep/survivalists and locals who assumed that since she was English, she had inside information on the royal family.  She was continually asked by everyone she met - whether it was housewives, clerks, or the local chapter of Hell’s Angels - tidbits about the Queen and, “Who really killed Princess Diana?”  Since Ruby did not want to disappoint, she made up ridiculous yet somewhat plausible replies that never failed to bring a smirk to my mouth.    


The narrative went back and forth prior to YTK and after, all the while I was tantalized with periodic mentions of a big incident that the story continued to build toward, as well as looming questions about Ruby’s involvement in this incident.  The writing was divine and heaving with humor, snark, addle-brained mishaps, and witty scenarios.  As Ruby began to unravel she became braver, although her fantasies became increasingly delusional and her activities more overt; she wrote abysmal poetry and schemed of ridding herself of her disappointing husband, and moving on with a handsome Adonis.  I adored this book from beginning to end and proudly add a new author to my Mega Talented list. 


Empress DJ



Alison Brodie is a Scot, with French Huguenot ancestors on her mother’s side of the family.  Alison was a photographic model, modeling for a wide range of products, including Ducatti motorbikes and 7Up.  She was also the vampire in the Schweppes commercial. 
A disastrous modeling assignment in the Scottish Highlands gave Alison an idea for a story, which was to become Face to Face.  She wrote Face to Face as a hobby and then decided to send it off to see what would happen.  It was snapped up by Dinah Wiener, the first agent Alison sent it to.  Three weeks later, Alison signed a two-book deal with Hodder & Stoughton.  Subsequently, Face to Face was published in Germany and Holland.  It was widely reviewed, ie:  “Vain, but wildly funny leading lady.” -Scottish Daily Mail.  It was also chosen as Good Housekeeping’s “Pick of the Paperbacks.” 
Unfortunately, Alison then suffered from Second-Book Syndrome.  The publisher’s deadline loomed and she was terrified because she didn’t have an idea for a story!  She found the whole experience a nightmare, and this is why she cautions first-time authors to write more than one book before approaching an agent.  She managed to finish the book – Sweet Talk – but it bombed.
While writing Sweet Talk, she moved to Kansas and lived there for two years.  She loved the people, their friendliness, their free-and-easy way of life, the history and the BBQs!  Sadly, her visa ran out and she had to come back to the UK – although her dream is to one day live permanently in America.  Now, Alison lives in Biarritz, France.
Alison has taken the exhilarating steps to becoming an indie author.  Her second ebook, THE DOUBLE, is out on Amazon Kindle with some great reviews.  “Excellent.” –San Francisco Book Review.
Alison writes contemporary romance.  She aims for a strong plot line, set against the background of a world-changing event, coupled with touches of humour, sexual tension, and character transformation.
She loves to hear from her readers.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Book Review: Passing Peter Parker by J.D. Hollyfield



J.D. HOLLYFIELD is turning up the heat in Comedy.
#hotcom #nerdalert #KU #whoispeterparker

Synopsis 

Miss Thompson is a substitute teacher with legs for miles and a foul mouth. Mr. Parker is a nerdy science teacher who loves to taunt and tease with his wicked tongue. Together they learn a lesson in chemistry and how opposites attract. Their sex is getting an A but will Miss Thompson pass Peter Parker? Or is this just a little fun until school's out for the summer?





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Favorite Quotes:


And it’s not that I suck at jobs, well maybe that’s it, but I suck at taking direction.  I just hate being told what to do.  I was that rebellious child who did what she wanted.  When my parents, teachers, any authority figure said one thing, I did the complete opposite.  A rebel without a cause kinda girl.  Sounds badass right?  Well, apparently, I was the only one who thought so. 


Life isn’t as easy as they make it out to be.  It’s not as pretty as the brochure.  And it’s surely not that glorious.  But I learned the hard way. 


I need to start keeping a journal of how many times Peter Parker causes me to resemble a gaping fish… I’m ashamed to admit that I’m doing that, as well.


I try and think of myself back then and wonder if I ha to do it all over again, would I?  Would I still be that irresponsible teen who just wanted to tell everyone to suck it and drive off into the sunset not wearing my seatbelt, just because I could? 



My Review:



Holy Smokin’ Hawt Supply Closetcapes!  Passing Peter Parker was a fun and naughty little distraction that evoked three recurrent reactions as I read - smirking, barking, or gasping for breath.  I adored this torrid and snarky little snippet about an immature, irresponsible and rebellious hot mess of a woman who meets her match in a sexy yet sweet alpha male science teacher.  They have volcanic chemistry and nearly set the sheets on fire.  The writing was highly amusing, erotically steamy, irreverent, and cleverly observant.  More please!

Empress DJ







About the Author

J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she is not trying to save the world one happy ending at a time, she enjoys the snuggles of her husband, son and three doxies. With her love for romance, and head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own story to life.


Life in a Rut, Love not Included is her Debut Novel. J.D. Hollyfield lives in the Midwest, and is currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions to the Love not Included series, along with her charm, humor and HEA's.


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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Book Review: Christmas Morning: A Cape Harriet Novel by Roma Brooks

Christmas Morning:

A Cape Harriet Novel

by Roma Brooks


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Christmas has come to Cape Harriet, and this year, it’s all about second chances! Christmas Morning is an emotionally gripping novel in the tradition of Clipper Beach and Wicked Summer.

James & Sandhya have found unexpected love, but their future will be decided by a tormented child. A newly married couple find their vows tested to the limit. A wounded vet finds himself in a Christmas nightmare.

Zadie’s dishing up special Christmas treats, and the town is decked up for the holidays. As the mercury dips, everyone eagerly awaits Christmas Morning.
Stoke up the fire, have a warm drink at hand and snuggle up to enjoy this sweet contemporary romance, spiced up with a dash of intrigue.


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Favorite Quotes:



Note.  Note?  We were engaged, you moron!  Could you not have talked to me like a normal human being?


Old ladies are the same anywhere… They can’t resist a bit of matchmaking.


Moving one doesn’t mean you forget… It just means you forgive yourself for something that isn’t your fault to begin with… Make new happy memories.  And maybe they will balance out your grief.


Mrs. Adams was a force to reckon with.  Grown women with strong personalities quaked when she asked them questions.


My Review:



This sweet and endearing tale provided recipes to go along with the delectable descriptions of their mouth-watering feasts.  These doting innkeepers must be the most hospitable and energetic people on the planet.  The storyline was active with several sub-plots yet easy to follow.  The writing was current, relevant, engaging, emotive, intriguing, and written from a third person POV.  Ms. Brooks has provided one of the few series I have read and enjoyed this year that could also be recommended to my elderly mother’s book club. 

Empress DJ



About the Author

Roma Brooks writes stories featuring real-life characters, the kind you would come across in your own family. Her books will make you laugh, cry, love, hate and bite your nails. She dreams of retiring to a seaside town like Cape Harriet where the gentle waves of the ocean lull you into sweet dreams.


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