A MONSTER LIKE ME by Pamela Sparkman
Heart of Darkness series #2
HELLO STRANGER by Lisa Kleypas
The Ravenels series #4
THE BUTTERFLY PROJECT by Emma Scott
Companion to the Full Tilt series
PLAYING FOR KEEPS by Jill Shalvis
Heartbreaker Bay series #7
UNWRITTEN by Jen Frederick
Woodlands series #5
Cross My Heart by L.H. Cosway
Hearts series #5.75
MOONSHADOW by Thea Harrison
Moonshadow series #1
Monday, June 14, 2021
Beach Read Pick: The Stepsisters by Susan Mallery
Saturday, June 12, 2021
Spotlight: Seasons of Chaos by Elle Cosimano
Monday, June 7, 2021
Review: The Devil and the Heiress by Harper St. George
The Devil and the Heiress by Harper St. GeorgeMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Once again, poor Violet Crenshaw is on the marriage mart chopping block. In The Heiress Gets a Duke, her social climbing parents shamelessly dangled her in front of the Duke of Rothschild. Violet's belief that she was in love with her childhood sweetheart didn't affect their plans-their children were nothing more than bartering tools for financial and social gain. They ended up marrying into a noble family, albeit with August instead of Violet. Everyone should have lived happily ever after, right? Wrong. Before the ink is dry on August and Evan's marriage certificate, they immediately start plotting Violet's downfall again. It's enough to make you despise her parents with a passion, though I will admit to some disbelief that her parents could possibly be that greedy. An American family with "New Money" should be satisfied with a Duke to prop them up...right? They could have gotten an invitation into the most discerning snob's home.
Violet is portrayed as the more quiet and obedient sister of the two, however in this installment we get to see a new side of her. We learn that she dreams of becoming a published novelist, and a slightly more rebellious nature starts to shine through. I think witnessing her friend's recent tragic marriage was the main thing to bring about this change. Knowing how miserable her friend's new life was, she was almost desperate to avoid the same fate. Being married to an older man who had little to no respect for her who abused their power over her was not what she wanted out of her life. Her parents are dead set on her accepting Lord Ware, despite the fact that he attempted to take liberties with her. Now she is in even more dire straits than she was with Rothschild. She has no allies around her to help and there are sharks circling from every direction.
The man was willing to ruin her to get what he wanted.The fact that she wanted something else wasn’t evena consideration to him. What made it worse wasthat her own mother supported him over her.Violet didn’t know what to do with that.She felt lost and alone.
I enjoyed seeing his wicked, charming personality paired with Violet's sweetness and innocence. I think she really softened him up and helped him to become a less selfish person after he fell so hard for her. There was such a tenderness that developed in him which I don't think he ever felt in his life. His parents had a horrible and toxic marriage, and neither had time to show him the affection he needed. They were also a horrible example of love, which is one of the reasons why he never felt inclined to get truly close to a woman before Violet.
As with any relationship that is rooted in deception, Violet and Christian's is doomed for disaster. It isn't a matter of if, it's when. After the truth bomb drops, and the stars are lifted from Violet's eyes, there is nothing but destruction. There was a point where I wondered if Christian would be able to adequately come back from the betrayal that he delivered. One of the things that I really appreciated was that his actions weren't brushed under the rug after a quick apology, and he didn't use her attraction to him to smooth things over either. He set about winning her heart back with actions rather than words.
All in all, I think this was another win for the Gilded Age Heiresses series. The writing is once again easy to engage with, and very fast paced. I never had any issues with boredom or temptation to skim. Anyone looking for a historical romance with a reformed rake and a sweet heroine will most likely really enjoy this couple! Violet and August's brother Max was much more fleshed out in this book which made me really happy. He finally started to feel more three dimensional as we got into his head a little bit and understood some of his thoughts and feelings. I look forward to reading his full length story in The Lady Tempts an Heir, scheduled for release next February.

Tuesday, June 1, 2021
Review: The Shadows of London by Nick Jones
The Shadows of London by Nick JonesMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
After reading and loving And Then She Vanished, I knew I had no other option but to continue with this exciting time travel series. I'm a huge fan of the genre, but unfortunately, it's been difficult for me to find a lot of quality series to enjoy. The first book in the series was my first read by the author Nick Jones, and I was very impressed with his skill in creating a detailed, suspenseful, and flawless plot. With time travel stories it's very easy for plot holes to occur, but once again he managed to wrote a seamless story that my analytical mind could not find fault with. Book one was centered around the protagonist Joseph Bridgeman discovering his abilities and using them to save his sister. The Shadows of London focused on the aftermath of the events in book one as well as a new time traveling adventure in 1960s London. He's still the same lovable guy that appeared previously-Joe couldn't have asked for a more loyal friend to support him as he navigates his new life and mission.
Joseph was desperate to save his sister Amy who disappeared when he was a teenager. Her disappearance was the catalyst that destroyed the happy life his family once knew. He always believed that if he could just rewind time and change history that everything would be perfect again. It seemed that it would be at first. Then he realized that altering time has consequences. Changed events change the trajectory of people's life, people's personality, and so many other small things.
All these huge changes and it’s sometimes the smallest detailsthat are the hardest to get your head around.
When Joseph changed history, his family consequently lived a happy life free of tragedy. After jumping back to present time he replaced the version of himself that lived that happy life with his parents and sister. This is something that he finds difficult to accept-that he virtually erased who he calls "Other Joe." It's hard to imagine the guilt you would feel erasing someone from existence. Even if it's yourself and you still exist in another version. Rather than jumping into the perfect life, Joseph must now learn to adjust to his altered reality. Other Joe was adventurous, wealthy, self-absorbed, and athletic. Joseph is none of those things and now must walk in his new shoes convincingly.
We all rode the same train until I was fourteen,and then the track split violently in two.
I enjoyed discovering the many various changes along with him. One of the most interesting developments for me was how he altered his relationship with the love interest Alexia. At the end of book one, he discovers that Alexia has no memory of the developing relationship they once shared. Instead of sharing a budding romance, she now can't stand the sight of him. He must discover what caused her animosity and hopefully make amends to form a new relationship. I was rooting for him to make things right once again because even though his sister was returned to him, he lost the woman who was just starting to mean something very special to him. His friend Mark did not make an appearance in this new installment, but his best friend Vinny returned to make Joe's new mission a little bit lighter. You couldn't ask for a more loyal and fun sidekick than Vinny, and he brings some much needed levity to some life or death situations.
There is new pivotal character introduced by the name of William P. Brown. (side note: I couldn't help but wonder if his name was a nod to Doc Brown from Back to the Future.) Bill is a man with intentions that you can't quite pin down. He forces Joe's hand in time time traveling once again and randomly pops up to give him advice and guidance. Joe despises him with a passion for entangling him in a mess that he wants no part of, but not everything is always black and white. Sometimes things must be done for the greater good. The question is, who will benefit if Joe manages to save Lucy in the 60s? Will it alter his own future for the worse either way?
Nick Jones did a great job setting the scene in the past for the reader. The clothing, language, and London's sights and sounds were all there in vivid detail. When Joe travels, he has new tools and knowledge to guide him on his path. He's not quite as green as he used to be, and there isn't that fear underlying his jumps because he has a better control over how and when to go home. That may have affected the level of suspense somewhat for me, but I did enjoy seeing Joe gain his new skills. He even got to enjoy himself a little in the past, more so than the first time when he was terrified that he wouldn't be able to get home.
The end sets us up a little bit with what's to come. After another successful read, I'm really looking forward to continuing on to see where the news twists lead Joseph Bridgerton. There are still plenty of questions unanswered-especially in relation to Amy in the past and future. She seems to be a troubled person and she didn't get a huge amount of page time in this installment, so I look forward to discovering some of her secrets. If you're like me, and you love a time travel book with plenty of twists and turns, there's a good chance you will love this series! I'm solidly hooked now and there's no looking back.
“The future is in the past,” Vinny says conspiratorially,“and it’s waiting to be rewritten.”
Monday, May 31, 2021
Blog Tour with Giveaway and Excerpt: The Checklist by Addie Woolridge
The Checklist Excerpt
“Dear God. Are they trying to signal someone in outer space?” Setting her book down, Dylan unpretzeled herself from the armchair she’d been installed in. Quietly she opened her bedroom door to survey the rest of the house’s response to the neighbor’s giant motion light.
“I told you so! Now, do what you must.” Bernice’s mocking voice floated up three stories. Dylan marveled at her hearing the bedroom door open over her dad’s experimental Ghanaian drum-circle music.
“I’m on it,” Dylan called back before slinking down the stairs and grabbing her heels from over by the door. “‘Do what you must.’ Who says that?” she mumbled as she reached for the handle, already regretting how quickly she’d caved. What had she said to her mother? Something about her age and independence? Obviously, that wasn’t true.
Cursing herself, she closed her parents’ door and began the slog to the Robinsons’ house. Although modestly painted and well landscaped, the house wasn’t entirely dissimilar to her parents’ home. However, it was scientifically impossible for the family living inside of the house to have less in common with her own. Linda and Patricia Robinson were both tech-industry big shots in their own right. Linda was a patent attorney and the recent recipient of the Latina Bar Association’s Trailblazer Award, a fact she never failed to mention. Patricia was an accomplished programmer and volunteer youth-cheerleading coach who’d even made the cover of American Cheerleader magazine when her all-Black squad had pulled a real-life Bring It On–style competition victory. Both had come through the tech boom when the industry had still employed few women, and they took absolutely no shit from anyone—including Dylan’s parents. Dylan believed her parents objected more to the Robinson women’s love of golf than their jobs. As far as Bernice was concerned, golf was like standing for hours in a glorified front lawn.
The Robinsons had two boys around Dylan’s age, and she had been jealous of the entire family growing up. They’d gone to church and played organized sports, their clothes had always matched, and their mothers had joined the PTA. Dylan’s dad had endured a short stint with the PTA, but the Delacroix didn’t do organized anything. If Dylan had left the house wearing something that matched, it was by accident.
Distracted by the past, Dylan had stopped paying attention to where she was walking until her foot sank into the divot near a storm drain, filling her heel with water. She cursed, her heart thwapping in her chest. Visions of her father toilet papering the neighbors’ house ran unchecked through her head. As did the memory of her mother nailing the police citation to the Robinsons’ door when it had arrived in the mail a week later. Dylan thought this was a tame response where Bernice was concerned, but it led to the Robinsons sending boxes of craft-store glitter to the house. The Robinsons had lost that round, and the joke was on them, because her mother loved glitter. It had appeared in several of her most lauded collages that year, which she’d named for Linda and Patricia Robinson when she’d taken out an ad in the Seattle Times to feature the work.
Ignoring the panic sweat forming on her palms, Dylan knocked on the door, then frowned, looking down at her soaked woolen pant leg. If she didn’t dry-clean those ASAP, they were going to reek.
“One minute.” She had barely registered a man’s voice when the door swung open. “Hello.”
“Uh. Hi.” Dylan’s voice cracked.
Mike was, if possible, better looking than the last time she had seen him. His thick hair had been cut short, highlighting his high cheekbones and the ambient glow of his golden-brown skin. Time had turned him into the sort of made-for-TV manly pretty that seemed unfair for one person to achieve. The vaguely chiseled features and broad-shouldered Latino archetype that beer commercials aspired to.
Aware that she needed to state her purpose, Dylan said the first thing she thought—“You still live here?”—and instantly regretted her decision.
“No, I’m visiting. Do you still live here?” Mike asked with an incredulous laugh. The Robinsons’ younger son filled up what felt like the entire doorframe, with one arm on the handle and the other resting comfortably on the jamb, as if being the J.Crew catalog guy were no big deal.
“I’m staying with my parents while I’m here for a work assignment. How are you?” Dylan smoothed a hand over the hem of her blouse and collected herself.
“Great. I live in Capitol Hill. I’m finishing my PhD at the U-Dub. I basically come here to bum dinner off my parents.” He smiled, and Dylan wished he still had braces. Braces had made him just above-average looking in high school. Now, hazel eyes and straight teeth made him uncomfortable to be around. Or maybe that was the vast amount of water in her shoe.
“I’m sorry. My dad’s drum circle carries all the way over here. I forgot how loud it is.” Dylan gestured around the front door with a nervous laugh.
“We’ve gotten used to it. Do you want to come in?” He stopped leaning on the frame and took a step back to let her in.
“Thank you. I . . .” Dylan nodded, then paused as her shoe squelched. Panic left the little corner of her brain and seeped all the way to its outer edges as she tried to find a graceful retreat. If she walked in, she would track muddy water into the Robinsons’ otherwise spotless home, further cementing her place in the Worst Neighbor Hall of Fame. “Actually, I really shouldn’t.”
Mike must have sensed her guilt, because his face relaxed into an easy smile. “No worries; I wouldn’t want to be seen entering the home of the enemy either.”
“Oh no. It’s not that.” Dylan rushed to explain herself before she was firmly entrenched in Camp Dreadful Delacroix. “It’s just, my shoe is full of storm drain water, and your house is always spotless, and I don’t want to track it in.” She pointed erratically at her heel, which seemed more absurd now that she was drawing attention to it. What kind of Seattleite wore expensive shoes in this weather? “I promise I’m still significantly less strange than the rest of my family. Shoe thing aside.” She let her hands drop helplessly to her thighs.
To her horror, Mike started laughing, his face cracking into a lopsided grin. “Why don’t you dump your shoe out and come in? My parents are picking up dinner, so we don’t have to tell them about the averted carpet disaster.”
“That is probably the most reasonable option,” she admitted, adopting a woman-as-flamingo pose as she tried to take off one heel while still wearing the other.
Wobbling precariously close to a fall, Dylan threw her hand out to catch the front of the house, but instead she caught the lean muscle of Mike’s bicep as he grabbed her forearm to keep her from toppling over. Appreciating the feel of muscle under the cotton dress shirt he wore, Dylan grabbed her heel and pulled. He likes the gym, she thought, smiling. Those don’t just happen overnight…
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