Friday, March 31, 2017

Feature Follow Friday #75


I'm doing last week's prompt because it sounds like a fun question to me!

The week's prompt was: 

What book/series do you love secretly and have a hard time admitting you love?

Okay, so I don't really have a hard time admitting that I love something. But if I think about it, today, I would hesitate a bit to admit that once upon a time I was a total twihard. I loved Edward Cullen and was a fangirl for the entire series. It was actually one of the first books which got me into reading. So the entire Twilight series would be my pick.


What are your answers?

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Thursday, March 30, 2017

Review- Accord of Fire by Kevin McLaughlin

REVIEW: 

I got this book for free as part of the author's newsletter subscription. Now I'm not much into science fiction, but because this is a super short story and because it was free, I thought of giving it a try. While the book was extremely well-written and had me wanting to know more, it wasn't all that interesting.

Captain Nicholas Stein doesn't consider himself to be a "hero" in any way, but whatever he manages to do in this 18 page story is nothing less than heroic. Somehow, while this main character in the story was really cool and well-developed; the plot had me lost, which is disappointing, because how difficult is it to understand a 18 page story? I wish the plot was slightly more concrete and developed.

Having said that, however, I do know and understand that this is only a prequel and there's a whole series on Captain Nicholas Stein, which I'm quite sure must be super interesting. If I ever get the opportunity, I'd love to give it a shot just to know more. For the time being, however, Accord of Fire was a nice read.



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Waiting on Wednesday #193

"Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating. 

I See London, I See France by Sarah Mlynowski
Publication date: July 11th 2017


Goodreads Summary:

I see London, I see France
I see Sydney’s underpants.
 


Nineteen-year-old Sydney has the perfect summer mapped out. She’s spending the next four and half weeks traveling through Europe with her childhood best friend, Leela. Their plans include Eiffel-Tower selfies, eating cocco gelato, and making out with très hot strangers. Her plans do not include Leela’s cheating ex-boyfriend showing up on the flight to London, falling for the cheating ex-boyfriend’s très hot friend, monitoring her mother’s spiraling mental health via texts, or feeling like the rope in a friendship tug-of-war. 

In this hilarious and unforgettable adventure, New York Times bestselling author Sarah Mlynowski tells the story of a girl learning to navigate secret romances, thorny relationships, and the London Tube. As Sydney zigzags through Amsterdam, Switzerland, Italy, and France, she must learn when to hold on, when to keep moving, and when to jump into the Riviera… wearing only her polka dot underpants.

You guys! This book sounds so fun. I've read and loved one other book by the author, so I'm looking forward to this one, as well. 


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday #68

Top Ten Tuesday is a bookish meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish.

Hi, guys! I am scheduling this post which means I'm drafting it in advance; hence, I'm going for last week's top because it is so interesting. These are all such incredible reads. To read my reviews on the same, just type the book name in the search box on the right side bar. So here we go: 

Top Ten Books We Read In a Day


 

 

 

 

 

Whatever topic you're doing, do link me to your post down below! Happy Tuesday, and happy readinh, everyone! 




Monday, March 27, 2017

Review- Bossed by Sloane Howell

Summary-

He’s the boss. But she’s ready to take charge.

In this provocative and sexy* office romance, a cheeky new hire tempts a hotshot sports agent to mix business with pleasure.


Jenny: Job interviews are a bitch under the best of circumstances, but when your potential boss is the world’s biggest prick, that’s when you should simply walk away. It’s just that I need this job so badly—and I’m mesmerized by Ethan Mason’s piercing gaze. Men like him aren’t supposed to exist in real life. But under the tailored suits and GQ looks, Ethan simmers with barely restrained ambition. And no matter how hard I work to fight the attraction, I’m going to get burned.

Ethan: You don’t become a top agent without learning how to close a deal. I always get what—or who—I want, by staying cool and in command. Then Jenny Jackson walks into my office with her lush curves and “screw you” attitude and blows away my intentions of keeping things professional. All I can think about is exploring the perfect body hidden beneath those conservative clothes or shutting her saucy mouth with one hot kiss. Jenny’s worth breaking the rules over—if I can convince her to break the rules for me.


Release date: March 28th, 2017
Published by: Loveswept
Page numbers: 203

Review-

I love discovering new authors/new to me authors whose books I really end up loving. So when I saw that Bossed by Sloane Howell was up for grabs I decided to take a chance on it. It looked like a classic office romance with a love hate relationship thrown in. It is a cliche but it works for some reason. Unfortunately, I didn't love this book. I felt that it was very average for me.

Let's start with Jenny. Jenny is on the lookout for a new job. When she meets her potential boss things get out of hand and she is pissed with his high handedness. But Jenny needs the money to take care of her ailing father. I found that Jenny fluctuated a lot. She was a total spit fire and a bitch with Ethan when they were in front of an audience but then she suddenly became a vulnerable girl when she was alone with him. I didn't get this as it was too extreme.

Then we have Ethan. Ethan is one of the top agents in the business and he didn't get there by playing nice. When Jenny walks into Ethan's office with her fuck you attitude Ethan can't help but admire her. She stands up to him and is certainly not scared of him. I didn't like Ethan very much either. I understood that he had had a childhood trauma and he was scared of relationships but one too many times he just acted like a child.

Jenny and Ethan's relationship was a roller coaster ride. They were almost always arguing and yes, I admit that there was tension between them but sometimes it ran too hot and cold. I didn't understand that and because of that I couldn't relate to any of the characters.

I liked Jenny's best friend. She was super helpful and encouraging. I think I actually liked her better than Jenny herself. Jenny's father was a good guy and I really loved Matt, Ethan's best friend. Matt was always there to pull Ethan's head out of his ass. I'm hoping he gets a book because he deserves it. Bossed was an okay read for me.

*Note: A copy of this book was provided via Netgalley by the author/publisher in exchange for an honest review. We thank them.



Thursday, March 23, 2017

Excerpt Reveal- Walk of Shame by Lauren Layne


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WALK OF SHAME
a Love Unexpectedly novel
Lauren Layne
Releasing April 18th, 2017
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Sparks fly between a misunderstood New York socialite and a cynical divorce lawyer in this lively standalone rom-com from the USA Today bestselling author of Blurred Lines and Love Story.

Pampered heiress Georgianna Watkins has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow—and a whole lot lonely. Though Georgie would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing him is the most fun Georgie’s had in years—and the fuel for all her naughtiest daydreams.

Celebrity divorce attorney Andrew Mulroney doesn’t have much time for women, especially spoiled tabloid princesses who spend more time on Page Six than at an actual job. Although Georgie’s drop-dead gorgeous, she’s also everything Andrew resents: the type of girl who inherited her penthouse instead of earning it. But after Andrew caps one of their predawn sparring sessions with a surprise kiss—a kiss that’s caught on camera—all of Manhattan is gossiping about whether they’re a real couple. And nobody’s more surprised than Andrew to find that the answer just might be yes.



Georgie

Tuesday morning

Let’s talk about five a.m. for a second.

Also known as the worst hour of the day, am I right?

Here’s why:

If you’re awake to see five in the freaking morning, it means one of a few things, all of them heinous.

Scenario one: You’re on your way to the airport for an early morning flight. Heinous.

Scenario two: You’ve been out all night, and now your vodka buzz is fading, and you’re just sober enough to realize that the rest of your day will likely involve Excedrin, carbs, and indoor voices. Heinous.

Scenario three: You’ve got a crap-ton on your mind, and you’re lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, hating your life. Maybe hating yourself a little bit, I dunno, who am I to judge? Heinous.

Now brace yourself, because scenario four is the most heinous of them all: You’re awake at five a.m. because you’re an uptight prick whose schedule is even more rigid than your posture, and your life is an endless string of working out, the corner office, repeat. You’re also likely the type of person who subsists on protein shakes and kale smoothies, and you have been known to utter the phrase the body is a temple, thus solidifying what we already knew about you.

You have no friends.

But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.

See, it’s five a.m., and I, Georgie Watkins, am . . . kind of excited about it.

I know. I know. Four months ago I’d have bet my favorite vintage Chanel bag that there was exactly zero chance I’d actually look forward to the ghoulish hour of five in the morning.

And yet here we are.

I guess you could say there’s a scenario five on reasons to be up this early.

“Good morning, Ramon,” I sing, pushing through the revolving doors of the luxury high-rise on 56th and Park, the place I call home.

The concierge/security guard/all-around good guy glances up and gives me a friendly smile. “Ms. Watkins. Good morning.”

Usually the massive front desk is a bustling, busy affair. Starting at around seven, an army of well-dressed concierges will be smoothly facilitating the needs of impatient residents, as tiny dogs let out sharp, high-pitched barks of greeting from their Louis Vuitton carriers.

But that’s later.

Right now, the luxurious lobby is mostly silent, with just the lone overnight guy working the front desk, holding down the fort until the day guys arrive to handle the morning crush.

My new Tory Burch clutch tucked into my armpit, I hold up the box in my hands and waggle my eyebrows. “Brought you something.”

Ramon’s smile grows wider, brown eyes lighting. “My wife says you’re going to make me fat.”

“Tell Marta that the dad bod is totally in style right now,” I say, setting the box of donuts on the counter and lifting the lid. “Unless, of course, you don’t want a maple bacon donut?”

Ramon is already reaching inside the box, shaking his head in reverence as he lifts the sugary treat. “Still warm.”

“Well, technically the shop doesn’t open until five, but I’m such a loyal customer, they let me in a bit early,” I say, surveying the array of donuts and trying to decide if I’m in a chocolate kind of mood or if I want to risk the powdered sugar one.

Since my Alexander McQueen minidress is black (the archnemesis of powdered sugar), I reach for the chocolate as I set my clutch on the counter and fish out my phone: 4:58 a.m.

Two more minutes.

“How’s Marta dealing with the pregnancy of baby number three?” I ask, taking a bite of the donut and shifting attention back to Ramon, who’s already polished off his donut and is contemplating a second. I nudge the box toward him.

“She’s good,” he says. “Excited that we’re finally having a girl.”

“A girl!” I say, reaching across the counter and squeezing his massive forearm. “Congratulations, I hadn’t heard!”

“Just found out yesterday,” he says with a happy smile, apparently deciding that the occasion calls for another donut.

“Oh my gosh, I have the perfect baby gift,” I say, nibbling at a piece of my donut. “I saw this adorable Burberry onesie in Bergdorf’s the other day, with this precious little red bow—”

“Yes, because that’s what every infant needs,” a low voice interrupts. “A four-hundred-dollar piece of fabric that needs to be dry-cleaned. Don’t be ridiculous, Georgiana.”

I don’t have to look at my clock to know what time it is.

Five o’clock.

On the dot.

Not even bothering to turn around, I roll my eyes as my red nails tear off another piece of donut and pop it into my mouth. “Ramon, do you think you could talk to maintenance about adjusting the temp? It just got a little cold in here.”

Ramon’s been working here long enough to know my request isn’t for real. He’s not even paying attention to me. He’s already set his donut aside and has straightened up, practically saluting the newcomer.

“Mr. Mulroney. Good morning, sir.”

“Mr. Ramirez.” The voice is low and serious, a touch impatient, although not quite rude.

You know that adage that you catch more flies with honey? I’m not so sure it’s true. I bring donuts to the front desk guys just about every morning, and they adore me. I know they do.

But they respect him.

Giving in to the inevitable, I finally let my eyes flick to the side, my gaze colliding with a stern brown scowl.

I put on my widest, sparkliest smile, only because I know it drives him crazy.

As always, I see a muscle in his jaw twitch as I flutter my eyelashes.

“Good morning, Andrew,” I say sweetly.

“Georgiana.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Only my late grandmother has ever called me that, and I’m pretty sure that’s because I was her namesake. Everyone else calls me Georgie. Well, okay, not everyone. Ramon and the other guys still insist on calling me Ms. Watkins, but I’m working on it. See: daily donuts.

I smile wider and push the box in Andrew’s direction. “Donut?”

His lip curls. In case you haven’t already gotten a read on this guy, he’s the type that sneers at donuts.

He lifts a boring black travel mug. “Already have my breakfast.”

“Blended-up quinoa sprinkled with a few bits of spinach and pretension?” I ask.

“Whey powder protein shake.”

“Sounds immensely satisfying.”

He takes a sip of the nastiness and watches me with cold brown eyes. “The body is a temple, Georgiana.”

There it is.

Full circle to my above commentary about what sort of people are up and about at five a.m.




Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.

She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL's ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books. 




Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Excerpt Reveal- Easy Magic by Kristen Proby

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From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby, comes the next sexy and captivating standalone title in the Boudreaux Series, EASY MAGIC. Take a trip to the Big Easy and fall in love with Beau and Mallory’s passionate story on April 4, 2017 in this upcoming contemporary romance. Check out the excerpt below and preorder your copy today!

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The Boudreaux Series. Sexy. Intriguing. Easy.

Family. Responsibility. Stability.

As the co-CEO of Bayou Enterprises, and the eldest of the Boudreaux clan, Beau is the epitome of these. Now that his baby sister Gabby is happily settled down, Beau has moved into the company loft in the heart of the French Quarter to be closer to his office while his own home is built. He doesn’t have time for anything but the family he adores and the company that drives him.

If only the bewitching owner of the herb shop downstairs from Beau’s loft wasn’t so damn tempting.

Mallory Adams is living the life. The good life. The best life for her. After years of hiding who she is, and the gifts she’s been cursed with, Mallory opened her little shop in the French Quarter, offering herbs and lotions for anything from soothing a sunburn to chasing those pesky ghosts New Orleans is known for out of a client’s home. Some call her eccentric, and some say she’s simply odd, and that’s okay with her. She is a bit odd, but in her experience, all of the best people are.

When an old pipe bursts in the loft above her store, flooding her storeroom, Mallory comes face to face with Beau Boudreaux, and she doesn’t need the clairvoyant abilities that have been passed down through generations to know that she’ll never be the same. Beau is her exact opposite; serious, straitlaced. He wears suits for Pete’s sake and probably wouldn’t know the difference between arnica and flaxseed if his life depended on it. But when he touches her, the electricity is through the roof and she’s smart enough to know that a chemistry like theirs doesn’t happen every day.

Can two people so very different possibly find their way to happily ever after?

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EXCERPT

I turn to look at him and he’s leaning against the door jamb, watching me with lust written all over his face.
I don’t have to be psychic to see it.
He wants me.
He slowly pushes away from the door and moves toward me, his shoulders broad in the white button down shirt, his arms hard where the shirt is rolled to his elbows. His jaw tightens as he gets closer, towering over me because he’s so damn tall, but I’m not afraid of him in the least.
He doesn’t say a word as he lifts his hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing under my eye. I wrap my hand around his wrist and lean into his touch, soaking up his warmth. God, I’ve missed being touched.
Being touch by Beau is like being touched for the first time in my life, and I never want him to stop.
He lowers his lips to mine, brushes them lightly, nibbles the corner, and then sinks in for the kiss of my life. He gently urges my mouth open, and licks my lips, and devours me. His hand dives into my hair, and the wall is suddenly at my back as he continues to explore me in ways I didn’t even know existed.
He braces his free hand on the wall above my head, and I fist my hands in his shirt at his sides, holding on for dear life.
Finally, he pulls back, breathing hard, his eyes bright and dilated.
And in the moment, I know. His touch is safe. I can trust it. Him. I’m not bombarded with someone else’s emotions, and I am free to simply feel my own while being intimate with him.
“So that’s what all the hoopla’s about.”
He smirks, and I realize I spoke aloud again, but I’m not embarrassed. Not in the least.
He takes a deep breath and drags his knuckles down my cheek.
“I want to keep you here all night,” he murmurs before kissing my forehead. “So I’d better take you home.”
I smile. He could talk me into staying. But he’s not. And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make me like him even more.

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And don’t forget to grab the first four books in The Boudreaux Series!

EASY LOVE

EASY CHARM

EASY MELODY

EASY KISSES

ABOUT KRISTEN PROBY:

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves. Kristen lives in Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps. 
      

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Teaser Tuesday #69


Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme hosted by Miz B of A Daily Rythm. Anyone can play along!

For this week's teaser, I have a few lines from the Foreword of Jaffna Street by Mir Khaled, written by Rajiv Kumar. These lines are so true and something I personally believe in as well. 

History, as a historian friend would always scold me, is more than a mere narration of events; events affect people and they are the ones who live through times bad and good. As a matter of fact, history parallels the lives of people that live through it and is best understood through their ordeals and travails. 

-Jaffna Street by Mir Khaled, Foreword by Rajiv Kumar 


Goodreads Summary: 

In 1989, an adolescent schoolboy from downtown Srinagar watched as his elders extricated themselves from university campuses, high-school grounds, handloom machines and farms to bear arms and fight a war of attrition against the Indian state.

Twenty-two years on, Jaffna Street was born from his explorations of the human dimension of the conflict appositely termed the Kashmir tragedy. Combining anecdotes, personal memories and extended interviews, the author takes us behind the scenes and headlines into Srinagar city’s ‘notorious’ perpetually politically charged downtown as well as its upper cityside belt to create a panoramic portrait of recent Kashmir history. He profiles ordinary people—hitmen, insurgents, artisans, failed Marxist intellectuals, mystics, exiles, gangsters and ordinary individuals—who wouldn’t make it even to the footnotes of history but have been crucial first-hand witnesses, participants or victims of some of the important events that marked the tumultuous and violent years of the insurgency.

Jaffna Street attempts to trace these individual trajectories by exploring significant events in their lives within the wider adumbrate of history, without losing sight of the big picture.

Don't forget to link me to your teasers in the comments. Happy reading!