Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Surrender To You by C.S. Janey Review

Surrender To You pulled me in like no other book I have read! Ellie's heartbreak and Stefan trying to win back her heart just pulled me in and made me feel like I was experiencing it first hand. I could feel Ellie's pain and heartache then turn around and feel her love for Stefan even when she was trying her best to fight the overwhelming pull of attraction she had when ever they were close.

When Stefan showed up wanting to fight for Ellie's love I was right there rooting him along. They had so much passion for each other it left me feeling emotionally raw and just as broken as they were.

Ellie's story touched me the most. To go through something as horrible as she did, you cant help but cry for her, for her past and the ever consuming pain that seemed to seep into her whole life and take over. The pain of not being able to share her secret and because of that it eating her away piece by piece until it tore her love away and had her running from the only one she loved and the place she called home, that had no longer anything there for her.

When she finally had to tell her secret I cried with her and was hoping she would finally get the acceptance and love she so much deserved and for a few pages I though that was the case, But when it takes a whole new twist with lies and betrayal I felt for her all over again. To open herself up just to get shattered again was horrible. I felt like my heart was on a roller coaster of love, pain, and anger.

When Simon came in the story I finally thought, "OK, this is her happily ever after take it and RUN!" The ending threw me for a loop. Yet again, I found myself crying as I turned the pages wanting to see what was next. I truly felt broken during everyone's heartbreak.

I loved this book! It was one of the best books I have ever read and am so glad to have been able to thanks to C.S. Janey. This was the first book from her I have read and well now I'm hooked!

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Fighting Love by Abby Niles Review

I loved Fighting love! I didn't even realize it was the second book in a series tell I was already done with it. Tommy and Julie were oh so awesome! I absolutely loved that they had been friends since they were 10 yrs old. Through thick and thin when he was a nobody to when he was a MMA fighter, to when he lost everything and then when he lost even more. She happily stood by his side and was his BFF even when she was so in love with him she could barley stand it.

I felt so bad for Julie to have to stand by and watch the love of her life be with other women and treat her as his "sister". Broke my heart.

When he finally started to see her as a women I thought it was hilarious some of the things he would be thinking when he was jealous or having a mind war with himself.

This was such a great book i just loved everything about it. Abby Niles did a wonderful job going back and forth between Julie and Tommy's point of view. I felt Tommy sounded 100% like what a real man would be thinking and doing. Not to mention whether it was from his or her point of view the love scenes were HOT HOT HOT! I thought it was hilarious how he started to run away and she was not having it one bit! It truly was so funny. This but was such a breath of fresh air I know alot of people will be enjoying this book!

The Cowboy’s E-Mail Order Bride By Cora Seton Review

The Cowboy’s E-Mail Order Bride was a cute book. Although I had a hard time really getting into it, I could see the charm some people might see in it. 

The beginning starts out rather funny with a group of cowboy's in Montana and their prank war them seem to have going on goes a little to far. 

When a friend films a very drunk Ethan going on a rant about what he wants in a women and then edits and cuts the video without Ethan knowing and then continues to put it on YouTube as a a wife wanted ad. Tons of women reply but his friends pick on and doesn't let him in on it until they are at the airport picking her up.

Autumn makes a fake video with her best friend to send as a reply for the YouTube video making her seem like the best choice for Ethan's bride. She works at a fancy woman's magazine in the New York and is trying to save her job by doing a epic story about a desperate cowboy in search of a email order bride.

As always they don't tell each other any of this and they both think there getting over on each other. It has ups and downs, with crazy friends, drama loving family, and SUPER CRAZY Ex's. You dont know if there going to keep lying to each other or fall in love and live happily ever after but you cant wait to find out. I haven't read the second or third but will let ya know when I do. 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Forbidden Surrender, Secret Surrender, Beautiful Surrender by Priscilla West Review

 I started reading Priscilla West's Surrender series I was not very excited I don't usually like to read shorter books I feel as if they are rushed and you don't get to truly understand the characters. That was not the case with this series although I would have loved all three books to be one big one I still greatly enjoyed these book.

Each one got a little deeper into the characters and showed you more and more about them and let you watch the relationship between Vincent and Kristen. This book is FOR SURE for the 18+ crowd. To say Priscilla knows whats shes doing in a love scene is a understatement! She makes you feel like your right there they way she words everything is so in great detail it could be you living in instead of reading about it. She fines a way to make it seem romantic and erotic without it being just plane trashy, and that is a hard line to walk along without crossing over.

I loved to extra drama from Kristen's past it was exciting and heart breaking and a big twist I didn't think was coming at the end of Beautiful Surrender. I would recommend reading all three books! Start on Forbidden Surrender and work your way through you will be glad you did! I love Priscilla West's work and cant wait to see what else she comes out with next! 

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Summer Sins by Kathy Kulig Review

I was rather excited to start this book. Reading the summery of Summer Sins I was ready for a HOT BDSM book, and in that aspect it did not disappoint but the story seemed rushed I know it was meant as a short story seeing as it took a whole of 3 hours to read, but I wanted more it went from zero to a hundred in no time at all.

This book does have thing that are not for all people I for one am not into reading about needle play and was happy that was only about a paragraph before it went on. The scenes they did we hot and made me want more but it was all over so fast. It would have been much better if we were able to get to know the people more and get more of their story rather then the wam bam thank you ma'am and happily ever after. I don't know I guess it just kind of fell short.

I enjoyed for a quick read just wished there was more to it, and more of a better story to follow all the little questions I had about the transformation from a vanilla girl to a full blow sub.

Dixie Cowboy by Dolores Wilson Review

Dixie Cowboy was a cute book. It was not my absolute favorite book ever but was cute none the less. I did enjoy Tyler and being in his

"somewhere between hello and I want this job, he'd lost all business sense and hired the pretty lady just because she wanted the job. Was it because she turned him into a seventeen-year-old with raging hormones?"  

It seemed in the beginning of the book this was going to be one of those omg so much chemistry they cant keep their hands off each other but that was NOT the case. They were both quite coy with each other.  Right off the bat when Katy lied I knew it was going to come back and  bite her in the booty but it was one of those train wrecks you knew was coming but couldn't look away.

I was a little disappointed that when they finally had their one night of "love making" that the book said nothing about it, with all the build up I thought they would of at least gave us a little something about it but no nothing at all. It seemed as soon as they go together more DRAMA came to life. I absolutely LOVED Uncle Frank he was hilarious in the little things he would say to Tyler and Katy! I found myself rooting for Uncle Frank and Tyler to be able to save the ranch and make it into what it used to be. 

All in all a good book but not the best. The story was good and kept you wanting to know more but I guess it was just missing something. 

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Ruined by Tracy Wolff Review

Lets just start with HOT cover!! Ruined is due to be released Jan 7th 2014 and let me tell you ....BUY IT! Although I did not 100% agree with it saying it was in the same category as Fifty Shades of Grey because it was not other then the rich guy meets hot young girl at work, and its not at all in the BDSM range.

This book is just so good. I really enjoyed it from the first page. Chloe was damaged but trying to put herself back together as best she could, Ethan Frost was well Ethan Frost self made millionaire and CEO of super awesome company that Chloe interns at.

Ruined is HOT in all the right ways. I swear a few times I could see the steam rising from the page I was reading, but it also gave you a feel of who Chloe is and why she is the way she is and what makes her turn. Although some times i didn't like how in her head Chloe was I could understand why she was that way.

I for one was so drawn in by the end of the book that it shocked me like no other! I wont give anything away but OMG Cliffhanger! I cant not wait for book 2 to come out so I can finish with the Ethan-Chloe explosion that is there love!

"My nightmares are darker, and my wounds deeper, than I could ever reveal. And as much as Ethan wants to protect me, the secrets we share will only tear us apart."

Only time shall tell so hurry hurry Tracy Wolff I need my next fix!

Friday, December 20, 2013

The Wild Ones by M. Leighton review

Well let's start off with saying the cover is HOT and the story is just as hot. I started reading this book and just couldn't seem to stop myself. 

Cami and Trick right off the bat are HOT! I love the way the meet and how Cami right away is so hot and bothered even though she already has a boyfriend one of which is just BLAH! The story has a way of just pulling you in and not letting go. Even though Cami tries to resist she finds herself being pulled towards Trick and at some point she just knows there's not fighting it. 
I felt so bad when all the drama came between them but was right the rooting for them! I also LOVED Jenna the best friend and thought she was hilarious and was a nice add to the story. I personally love when a story is told from both the male and females side. It was nice to be able to have the whole picture painted and not always be wondering what he was thinking.
This story is full of ups and downs, love, hate and sorrow but I wouldn't change a thing. I'm so excited to read the next book in the series The wild child Jenna and Rusty's story. All in all a great read! 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Review for Wrecked by Priscilla West

Let me just start by saying I fell in love with this book as soon as I started reading it! Once I started I couldn't put it down and had read the whole thing in two days.
It started out seeming a lot like the book beautiful disaster with the bad boy and young college girl with her own problem but keeps them secret. They are both madly attracted to each other but she wants to be "friends" nothing more. In that spect it is the same but you soon realize it has its own twists.
I loved how they were both damaged in their own way but wanted to be each others rock.
                   "You make me feel alive and I make you feel alive. Let's save each other."
The ups and and downs of there relationship were a ride you got to go along with them. When they finally did move past let me just say SEX MARATHON anyone?! Lol I mean my god! But I must say by the end of the book I was so drawn in I never saw the twist coming and it shocked me half to death. I won't give that little bit away because let's just be honest you need to read it and experience it first hand! I can't wait for the next book to come so I can fall farther into love with hunter and lorrie. 
All in all it was a great book! Hot bad boy MMA fighter hunter  with the sweetest most forgiving and loving heart. And lorrie the damaged heroine with a horribly hard past and the strength to carry on and not look for someone to take care of her but sometimes ya just can't help falling in love.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Wrecked by Priscilla West

So I got a email from AToMR tours and guess what they have yet another GREAT book that has just been released! We are lucky enough to have received a Excerpt the book and let me just be the first one to say I think I love it! I am going to be going over to Amazon.com and get my copy so I can read it in full! 

Two years ago, Lorrie’s mother was murdered. But that wasn’t the end of it. 
Reeling from the tragedy, Lorrie’s father spiraled into alcohol, depression, and 
finally suicide.
The two most important people in Lorrie’s life are both gone but she’s still alive.
Trying to recover from the tragedy, Lorrie returns to campus, ready to pick up the 
pieces of her life. All Lorrie wants is to get back to “normal.”
Then she meets Hunter. The man, the legend, “The Hammer.”
Hunter is a cage fighter who takes on every fight like he’s got nothing to lose. 
His life is a tangled mess of girls, booze, and fist fights. And while it may seem 
like he’s got a devil-may-care attitude, he’s fighting a private cage-match with a 
monster he can’t defeat.
Lorrie knows that Hunter is exactly the type of guy she should stay away from, 
especially in her fragile state, but Hunter has other ideas.
As Hunter and Lorrie grow closer together, will they be able to overcome their 
pain and heal each other? Or will they both end up wrecked?

GENRE: Mature New Adult Romance (18+)

LENGTH: Novel, 350 pgs


Here is one of the two excepts i received hope you enjoy as much as I do! 

I was okay. Just okay. Not good, not bad—just okay. After what happened to Mom, I answered a lot of questions with that line.
“Lorrie, how are you coping?” they would ask.
“I’m okay.”
Or: “I’m so sorry Lorrie, this shouldn’t have happened to a woman like your mother. How are you dealing with things?”
“I’m okay.”

Before the trial, during the trial and after the trial, I gave that same answer. What the hell did they expect me to say? Sitting on the edge of a low stone bridge spanning a narrow part of Lake Teewee, I looked out across the dark waters, idly gazing at the old, towering trees along the distant shore as if they somehow knew the answers I was seeking.
I dangled my legs over the side, my snow boots almost touching the high water. The bridge spanned over a narrow part of the half-frozen lake that eventually turned into a stream winding through and around the west side of campus. Some of the students liked to call the lake “Lake Peepee.” I thought it was a stupid name at first but then someone explained that there were frequent rumors of frat boys pissing in the lake. Whether it was true or not, the water in the lake was still covered in a disgusting layer of green algae.
I had finished unpacking and setting up my dorm room last night, and decided to take a walk this morning to refamiliarize myself with the campus layout. It would be nearly a week before classes officially started so there weren’t too many students roaming the campus yet which made the place rather quiet.
I exhaled deeply and my breath fogged in front of me. After taking three semesters off, I was back on campus again at Arrowhart College, ready to start the Spring semester in the middle of the coldest winter ever experienced in Studsen, Illinois. The crappy weather made the timing of my move from my aunt’s house in Indiana back to Illinois unfortunate, but I didn’t want to delay coming back to school.
Aunt Caroline had suggested I take another semester off, but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to feel normal again. I needed to go beyond the denial, the anger, and the depression. The therapist had told me I was one step away from reaching the last stage of grief, which was “acceptance”, then I could move on with my life. She’d said this last step was the hardest for most people. For some it takes months, others years, and the rest . . . well, they never make it. I didn’t know which category I’d fit into; all I knew was being away from school didn’t help me cope. If anything, it just gave me more time to dwell on the past.
A high-pitched squeal to my left made me jump. Frantically reaching for a grippable stone on the bridge, I managed to find one and regain my balance, saving myself from falling into the water. I turned toward the noise and caught a glimpse of a black cat disappearing into the thick brush with a mouse in its mouth. It was probably a stray trying to collect enough food to last the remaining winter.
I wrung my hand like a disgruntled old woman warning kids to get off her lawn. “Hey buddy! You almost made me fall into the lake.” The cat had almost lived up to its reputation for being unlucky. The cat poked its head out of a bush for a moment, looked at me curiously with its green eyes, lost interest then vanished again.
“That’s right. Get out of here kitty,” I said, a bit disappointed that he left. No one else was around and I could’ve used the company.
The cat was like most of the friends I’d made freshman year at Arrowhart; we had a momentary connection but then we quickly went our separate ways and lost contact. I’d only kept in touch with Daniela Stauffer, who was now going to be one of my suitemates this semester. Maybe I’d make new friends this semester. Thinking about that, I frowned when I imagined students’ reactions to me telling them that I was a twenty-year-old sophomore. I could almost hear the questions. Did she get academic probation? Could she not afford to pay for school? I had good reasons for being a first semester sophomore when I should’ve been a second semester junior, but I’d prefer they didn’t know.
Unfortunately, most probably did know—through the media covering the trial and through campus rumors. Word tended to spread fast on a college campus with only a few thousand students.
I sighed heavily then inhaled through my mouth. The crisp winter air entering my lungs felt refreshing. The thick puffer jacket I wore kept my chest warm, but the cold stone beneath me sucked the heat from my bottom through my jeans, leaving my ass slightly numb.
My ass matched my feelings. I was numb when I should’ve been excited. Wasn’t it supposed to feel good returning to college? To go to fun parties and meet hot guys? To be moving on with my life again? Wasn’t that what Mom and Dad would have wanted?
Reaching into the inner pocket of my jacket, I pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper. I unfolded it and stared at the black letters shakily written in cursive by Dad. My chest grew tight and my fingers trembled but there were no tears in my eyes as I read the letter again, for the thousandth time.
Dear Lorrie,
Whatever happens after this, I want you to know that I love you and that this had nothing to do with you. Even after the divorce, I still loved your mother. I guess you always knew that. I can only blame myself for what happened to her. Maybe if I hadn’t worked so much, had paid more attention to her, we would’ve never gotten divorced, and she would’ve never met that monster. I’m so sorry Lorrie. I’m sorry to you, and I’m sorry to your mother. She was so beautiful. She was the best thing in my world, and even after the divorce, I was happy to just be a part of your lives.
I know that you need me now, more than ever, but I can’t. I just can’t Lorrie. I’m too weak. It hurts so much that she’s no longer here. You’re the strong one Lorrie, you’ve always been strong. Ever since you were born, you were always so strong. You have to keep going, don’t make the same mistakes I made.
I’m sorry Lorrie. Goodbye.
I should cry now, I thought. That’s what normal people did right? In the movies, whenever someone read their father’s  suicide note they cried afterwards. I’d cried the first hundred times I read it but now I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t feel anything. Not even when I wanted to. It was like there was a switch in my brain that was connected but nothing was transmitting. No sadness, no pain, no joy. Just numbness. Was that what dad meant when he said I was strong? That I could numb away the pain and move on?
I dipped the toe of my boot into the water and nudged a thick ice piece floating by.
Dad took his own life a few months ago, after the trial was over. It was a hell of a thing to do to your loved ones. It was a hell of a thing to do to his sister, Caroline. And to me, after I spent most of my time living with him after the divorce. Didn’t he know how much we cared about him? Didn’t he know how broken we’d be when he committed suicide? I folded up the note and put it back into my pocket. When I patted my jacket for my phone to check the time, I remembered I’d left it back in my room. I should probably head back.
A soft gurgling drew my attention to the water beneath the bridge and I looked down. I almost didn’t see it at first, but then I spotted it. There was a large goldfish making slow circles under the water.
“Hey fishy. What are you doing? Aren’t you freezing in there?”
The fish glugged a few bubbles to the surface and I took it as a yes. It was slow but looked alive in the bitter coldness of the water. I envied that feeling of being alive. My ass was numb and I was numb on the inside. I wanted to feel something. Anything. Just to know that I was still here. I tucked my legs beneath me and leaned over the side of the bridge, dipping my fingers into the water. A frigid chill spiked up my arm invigorating me.
I could still feel something.
I leaned further over the side of the bridge so that I could reach deeper into the water. My wiggling fingers must’ve looked like dinner because the fish approached and started nibbling at me. The icy bite of the water made me alert and awake, clearing the numb fuzz that I thought had settled permanently on my mind. I pushed up the sleeve of my jacket with my other hand, before leaning further, to plunge my arm deeper. The edge of my sleeve was getting wet but I didn’t care. The cold had a cleansing quality, even as the tips of my fingers were starting to lose their feeling.
I thought about leaning further, but it was already the furthest I could go without losing my balance. If I fell in the freezing water, I might die—there was certainly no one around to help me. I might have been numb but I wasn’t stupid.
Something felt odd around my shoe.
I twisted my head and saw a black, furry creature tearing viciously at my shoelaces.
“Hey!” I yelled.
The cat screeched and jumped three feet in the air, scaring the shit out of me. I wanted to pull my hand out of the water, but it was too late. I flailed for a split second, trying to grab onto the stone I’d used earlier to save myself, but this time I missed.
I tipped forward, losing all balance.
Then I was underwater.