martedì 29 novembre 2016

Free Falling by G.L. Chapple


Release Date: 11.29.2016



Synopsis:

Maddie
Love shouldn’t hurt. 
Love should make your heart soar - not break it apart 
Love should make you feel safe - not broken and vulnerable. 
I don’t want to feel like this anymore. 

Marcus
Anger shouldn't be all-consuming. 
Anger at her for leaving me 
Anger at her for showing for me that life could be more - and making me crave it. 
I don’t want to feel like this anymore. 

Two damaged people, free-falling through life. 
Two friends. Two choices. Two questions. 
If you’re unable to save yourself, can you really help anyone else? 
Can happy-ever-afters exist if you no longer believe in fairy tales? 
**This is a spin-off from the Fighting Free Series. This is a standalone and can be read independently of the first two.**


Review:



Free Falling is my favorite story written by G.L. Chapple until now.
The writing is clear and so realistic that I felt like I was trapped into the characters' minds and lives.

We have met Marcus and Maddie in the previous books of the Fighting Free series and while I was curious to read Marcus' story I didn't imagine that Maddie would have become my favorite heroine,her character really touched me and unfortunately I can relate to her "love" relationship.

If you want to read a moving story with some funny moments this is the right book for you.It isn't indispensable to read the previous books in the series but I recommend them to you so it will be easier to place the characters you meet in these pages.

Excerpt:

Friends told me how sorry they were – but it wasn’t their fault. 

They told me I needed to move on - as if it were that fucking easy, and I could just pick up and carry on. 

They apologised for my loss – as if I’d misplaced an item of value, instead of the person that had helped hold me together, all the broken, messed-up pieces of me…

It devalued her and everything that we had, and I hated that they could make such stupid, thoughtless and ridiculous statements. 

I knew they cared and I knew they were concerned, but it took all my willpower not to punch them and tell them to fuck off and leave me alone. 

I couldn’t give them what they wanted from me. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to feel…



sabato 26 novembre 2016

Jax by J.L. Perry


Release Date: 11.27.2016


Synopsis:

My name is Jaxson Albright. To my friends I’m known as Jax. I’m the disgraced son of well-known Politician, Malcom Albright. You could say I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was supposed to follow in my father’s footsteps and move into politics. My whole childhood was spent being groomed for this role, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I had other plans.


To my family’s disgust, I’m inked, I’m pierced and I own and run a tattoo parlour, in the hip suburb of Newtown. I fit in here. I can be the man I was destined to be, the man my family are ashamed of. The son they regret having.


I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for my saviour, Candice. My pink-haired angel. We grew up in the same circle, but like me, she’s an outcast. She refused to conform to society’s ways. She’s the only one who stuck by me and not only encouraged, but supported my dream.


I love her. No, correction—I’m in love with her. I have been for as long as I can remember. She has no idea how I feel. It’s a battle I struggle with daily. I’ve kept my secret all these years because I couldn’t risk losing her. That’s a chance I’m not prepared to take, because she’s my best friend; my only real family.


I’ve spent the last few years moving from one hot chick to the next, trying to mask these feeling I have. But it doesn’t help—I can’t get her out of my head. She still owns my damn heart.


How do you get over the girl you know you can never have? And how do you live without the one person on this earth who is made for you?


She’s my soulmate.


Review:



I waited this story for over a year and it wasn't a disappointment!

If you think that Carter is the most doomed Hero you have ever read please meet his older "brother" Jax.

I was really caught in this story since the beginning and I was sad turning the last page and leave these amazing characters forever.

Thanks to J.L. Perry's writing I felt a lot of emotions reading this novel.



"You'll always be the sun in my day,the wind in my sky,the waves in my ocean,and the beat in my heart.I'll forever be lost without you by my side."

venerdì 18 novembre 2016

Like Fresh Fallen Snow by Tara Wyatt


Release Date: 10.25.2016


Synopsis:

Everyone needs a New Years’ kiss.

Ellie Richards’ New Year’s Resolution: this will be her year, no men necessary. Who needs them when she has a successful website, a great apartment, and plans to ring in the New Year at a ski lodge with her best friend. That’s until Ellie gets stuck in a snowbank and a gorgeous, blue-eyed cop throws a wrench in her plans.

Matt Grayson intended to spend his last day of the year getting everything ready for his move across the country. But when he helps dig Ellie’s car out from the side of the road, something about this cute blonde who spews out pop culture references makes Matt wish he didn’t have to leave the next day.

When fate brings Ellie and Matt together that same night at a party, the sizzling tension between them bubbles like a bottle of champagne. As midnight looms closer, their time together grows shorter. Is their budding romance doomed to be nothing but a night of memories, or can it survive the changes the new year will bring?


Review:



Like Fresh Fallen Snow is the second novella in The Graysons series,it was an all-right read.
Nice and straight to the point you will certainly enjoy the festive atmosphere.

I would have liked more background of the main characters especially our heroine,Ellie that we only meet in this book.

giovedì 17 novembre 2016

When Snowflakes Fall by Tara Wyatt


Release Date: 10.25.2016


Synopsis:

Sometimes the heart needs a little Christmas magic. 

When Dr. Christie Harmon up and moved to Cheyenne, Wyoming to escape a vicious scandal, she expected a quiet, lonely Christmas on-call as a pediatrician at the local hospital. But when she’s treating a little boy with a bump on the head, she doesn’t expect his dad to be so distractingly handsome…or single.

In the wake of his ex-wife’s abandonment five years ago, Luke Grayson has been focused on raising his son Ethan. The scars from the split run deep, and Luke hasn’t trusted another woman to come into their lives. But there’s something about the sweet—and sexy—Christie that has him wondering if something’s been missing.

Can new love help lonely hearts find a way? After all, Christmas is a time for magic…


Review:



When Snowflakes Fall was a fast paced and an entertaining read.

I loved to spend my time in the snowy village of Cheyenne and in the company of these nice characters. 
No one should be alone or feel lonely at Christmas time.

It was the first book written by Tara Wyatt I read but I've already stated the second novel of this series.


A Drakenfall Christmas by Geralyn Corcillo



Release Date: 10.19.2016



Synopsis:

Mark and Maisy, ahem, that is, Lord and Lady Shiley, get ready to celebrate their first Christmas together at Drakenfall, their renowned estate-turned-resort in the heart of the Cotswolds. The energetic and very un-aristocratic couple spreads holiday cheer as they conspire in guest shenanigans and staff kerfuffles.

In an uncharacteristic turn, unflappable house manager Glynis Ferry seems to be getting her duster ruffled every time she catches sight of Shaun Fletcher, the new head groomsman. Pippa Taylor, a whirling dervish of a domestic, works below stairs to make the magic of Drakenfall happen for everyone else. But will there ever be enough magic left over for her? There will if most worthy valet Kafi Diop has anything to say about it, as he tries to spin holiday enchantment every which way. But his best laid plans always seem to go cataclysmically awry, even with Maisy helping out as his faithful sidekick.

And what about Kafi’s grandest of schemes, set to take flight at the Drakenfall Christmas Ball? He’s depending on guest Jamie Tovell, who’s depending on his secret crush Lea Sinclair.

But even if everything goes off without a hitch, will the secret Maisy’s been hiding from Mark all season pop up at the most inopportune moment to set everything asunder? It’s a Drakenfall Christmas … topsy turvy, but generously sprinkled with laughter and lavishly frosted with romance!



Review:


I've really enjoyed this book.

The story or better the stories are very well thought,planned and tied up in the end.
Every character is important and them all deserve to be happy and in love especially during the Drakenfall Christmas Ball. 


I really liked the Christmas atmosphere that permeates every single page and made me all warm inside.


Excerpt:

Fletcher was counting the polished bridles hanging on the wall when he heard a gasp behind him.

“Oh! You're here.”

He turned to find Ms. Glynis Ferry standing there in her furry boots and long flowing overcoat. She held her gloved hand to her heart as if he'd given her a fright worthy of Banquo's ghost.

“Ms. Ferry,” he said. “I work here. In the stables. And I live in the flat right upstairs. So, the chance that you might see me in here, at the stables, is pretty high. Just for future reference.”

“But I saw some horses and riders head out. I thought you were leading a party of guests.”
“Nah. The lads are exercising the horses before the weather really sets in. What brings you down to the stables in all this wind?”

“Me?” But all Glynis could think of was the rapid beating of her heart and how the man in front of her could be her destiny.

“Ms. Ferry? You know, you look cold. Why don't you come sit in the office and I can get us some tea. And I even have some cake Cook sent down.”

“No,” Glynis said, all but jumping back. “No, thank you. I just …”

But Glynis lost her train of thought as she found herself caught in his eyes. Nothing special about his eyes. Just brown. Dark brown. But the way he was looking at her. With hope? Possibility?

What is she were his destiny?

“Destiny?” Fletcher said.

Oh. God! Had Glynis said that OUT LOUD?

“Yes,” shelaughed, twirling around and encompassing all the stalls in her outstretched wingspan. “Destiny. Don't you think that's a … a nice name for a horse?”

“Excuse me?”

“Destiny,” Glynis repeated, putting a small furrow between her brows, as though he could not keep up with her straightforward conversation. “Destiny seems to me to be an enchanting and eminently suitable name for a horse.”

Mr. Shaun Fletcher shifted his weight to his other leg and tipped his head, assessing her. “You came down here, you put on your boots and gloves and coat to come down here, to discuss a horse's name with me?”

Glynis pulled back and stood to her full height. “Of course not! That would be ridiculous.”

Mr. Shaun Fletcher opened his mouth as if to speak, but thought better of it. “My mistake,” he finally said. “But if you had, I'd have been game. My niece Cheryl can talk about naming horses all the day long. And whenever I visit my sister, there's Cheryl, ready with the horse books and we pour through them, thinking up names for them all.”

“Well, I am hardly a girl, Mr. Fletcher.”

“No? Well, you're not the crone you pretend to be, either.” And wasn't there the slightest snap to his voice?

“Excuse me?”

“You run Drakenfall. I get it. You know everything and you're in charge and I've never in my life worked for a place so top-notch and ship-shape. Well done. But any time I try to talk to you about things we both might have done or heard or seen, in our teens or twenties or thirties, you get right up onto your high horse as though you're decades older than me and we can't possibly share any common ground. Forget that you're the house manager and I'm the yard manager and we might have something to talk about right there.”

“Mr. Fletcher, I am fifty-two years old.”

“And I'm forty-seven.”

Glynis nodded once with precision. “So you see, we're not as close as you seem to think.”

“We're hardly generations apart,” he said on a laugh. “Five years might have been a big gap when you were twelve and I was seven, but not now.”

“I … I have more grey hair than you,” she blurted.

He stood there, considering her. “You have more hair than I do, full stop.” He peered at her chignon. “As for how much silver is threaded through the gold, you'd have to let it down for me to get a good look and judge properly.”

“You would JUDGE how much grey is in my hair?”

“Only because you brought it up.”

“Mr. Fletcher!”

“Truth is, Ms. Ferry, I'd talk to you about your hair if you wanted to. Or horse names. I'd talk about anything with you. If you wanted to.”

At that, Glynis's eyes grew wide.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I spend a lot of time wondering why you don't want to talk to me.”

lunedì 14 novembre 2016

Summer at Oyster Bay by Jenny Hale



Release Date: 06.09.2016



Synopsis:

They say falling in love is easy. But what if you know it’ll break your heart?

For Emily Tate, returning to her charming childhood home Oyster Bay is like coming up for air after the fast pace of her city life. At the farm her grandfather built, surrounded by sister Rachel’s chatter, Gram’s buttermilk biscuits, and the soft, white sand, Emily is reminded of exactly who she is and what she holds most dear.

When Emily starts work at elegant Water’s Edge Inn, Charles Peterson, the handsome new owner, asks for her help. He wants to expand and needs Emily to teach him the local ways, so he can convince the planning commission. Emily vows to make him fall in love with her hometown, just the way it is.

At work, Charles is reserved and serious, yet once Emily has him kicking off his shoes in the sand and sailing across the glistening Chesapeake Bay, she sees another side to him, and their easy rapport feels like the start of something big.

But when it becomes clear Charles’s plans for the inn involve bulldozing Oyster Bay, Emily is heartbroken. Will she lose her home and Charles all at once, or can she save Oyster Bay, and give true love a chance?



Review:




I loved this story!
I started to read Summer at Oyster Bay during a stormy night and the beautiful writing and the compelling plot almost made me lose my sleep.

I've just moved out of old house where I lived the days of my youth with my late grandparents and this story hit really close to home.

I loved Emily,her character was so realistic and relatable at some point I believed I was reading my own story...unfortunately I'm still looking for my Charlie.

All the characters are amazing and page after page you hope they can all have their happy ending.


" I miss you so much,Emily.You are stonger than you think.
It feels like I'm gone,but remember I'm right here.
I'm just a thought away,wherever you go.
I love you.
Papa."

Adventurous Proposal by Laura Barnard


Release Date: 11.14.2016


Synopsis:

After a string of bad dates, Florence Gray is so over online dating. So much so, that if she has to survive another guy standing her up she might just do something crazy ... like accept the first proposal she gets. 


So when she finds herself alone in the bar, again, Florence can hardly believe her eyes-or ears-when Hugh Humphreys swoops in and presents her with an proposal so adventurous she can't believe she's actually considering saying yes.

Because, after all, twenty five days to plan a wedding is some feat and that’s while getting to know your fiancée, their disapproving Mother and dealing with a jealous ex. Throw in the small matter of where they should live and you have Florence wondering what the hell she's gotten herself into.

Can you really countdown to a wedding like an advent calendar? Fall in love with a stranger and make them your husband? Because if she's going to make it down the aisle Christmas morning, Florence has to find out and fast.


Review:



I have really enjoyed this nice quick story.

The title and cover have immediately caught my attention,the entertaining plot and the flowing writing made it hard to put it down.

The main characters,Hugh and Florence,are lovable and cute and you cannot not to support their weird plan even if it is a little bit crazy.
The supporting characters add so much fun to the story.

I particularly loved the ending...the last sentence put an indelible smile on my face.



"...when it comes down to it being in love isn't about listing someone's hobbies or having loads in common.It's about the feeling you get when you look at them,the feeling of coming home."



giovedì 10 novembre 2016

Because Beards by V. A.


Sale Date: 11.01.2016


Synopsis:

Be it a little scruff or a full length beard, there’s nothing more attractive than a man with a well-groomed face. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy. Devoted. Lose yourself in this tantalizing collection of original short stories by your favorite romance authors in support of a great cause. Hipster CEO, bartender, best friend, baseball player—just to name a few—these men all have one thing in common: they’re bearded for your pleasure and deliver one hell of a happy ever after.


All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Movember Foundation, an organization that supports charities in the research and treatment of prostate and testicular cancer as well as other men’s health initiatives.


Written by Alexis Alvarez, Faith Andrews, M. Andrews, Jeannine Colette, Hayley Faiman, Angelita Gill, Ace Gray, Ruthie Henrick, Scott Hildreth, Evie Lauren, Jerica MacMillan, R.C. Martin, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Leslie McAdam, Maria Monroe, Adrienne Perry, J. Quist, Renee Rose, Kacey Shea, Martha Sweeney, and Tom Sweeney.


Cover design by Jessica Hildreth, cover model Jacob Rodney-Model and photography by Wander Aguiar.


Review:



Because Beards is a colection of some nice,feel good, short stories with some bearded "gods" as main characters and some women attracted (some more than others) by facial hair :)

I have had the pleasure to read all the stories of this anthology and thanks to it I have found a lot of new to me authors I will definitely follow them from now on.


Excerpt:

She sighed with envy, then went down the back steps and roamed around the massive backyard, when she heard the buzzing of an engine in the distance. Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight, she saw a boat heading to shore.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Justin.

At the helm of a cruiser boat, wearing a blue flannel shirt unbuttoned with its tails flapping behind him, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, was the ruggedly handsome owner and CEO of It’s Handled.

Not only was he smart as a whip and insanely successful, he was also hotter than a ghost pepper, and probably just as dangerous to touch…and taste.

Dios mío. He’d grown a beard.

He didn’t appear to see her while he switched off the engine, jumped onto the dock, and pulled the boat over to secure it.

She swallowed, heart beginning to pound, neck heating up, breath shortening. Justin’s two-month absence somehow made her forget that being in his general vicinity evoked physical reactions she could never control.

What the hell was she going to say to him? Why was she there, exactly? Justin had a low tolerance for people who came to him unprepared, or for those who spoke impulsively. That wasn’t him. Every word out of his mouth seemed to come out as though he thought of them five minutes before you finished speaking.

He hopped down, swiped his hands on his cargo shorts, and headed in her direction with that notable swagger. Then he looked up, and halted.

Those soulful, hazel eyes locked with hers. There was no surprise. No shock.

She raked her gaze over him, raising a brow at his...casual appearance.

At the office, he never appeared unkempt. Every day he wore his signature vests, ties, and custom-made shirts. The poster child for the hipster entrepreneur. Yet, he was just as devastating in a flannel shirt and shorts that looked like they’d been plucked from a crate at a fisherman’s market.


The outfit made him look boyish, but his expression was hard as volcanic glass. “Antonia. How the hell did you find me?”


mercoledì 9 novembre 2016

Love Literary Style by Karin Gillespie


Release Date: 11.08.2016



Synopsis:

Low brow meets high brow in a literary love story. Can an emotionally-stunted literary novelist and a vivacious romance writer find their happily-ever after? Even when she becomes more successful than he? 

Love Literary Style spoofs romantic comedy tropes, winks at literary pretensions and pokes fun at book publishing. 

Like Legally Blonde only in the literary world. 

Inspired by the author's New York Times article "Masters in Chick Lit." A sparkling romantic comedy for fans of the Rosie Project.


Review:


I didn't expect to enjoy Love Literary style so much,this is one of those books you love or despise and I adored it.

This was the first time I've read Karin Gillespie work but her writing made me a new fan.
I liked her flawed characters,her humour and and the fascinating insights into the book world.

Laurie,our heroine, is my favorite character.I liked her vitality,her positive attitude and good soul.
I'm not ashamed to say that we share the love for rom-com and chick lit.
Aaron is the character who surprised me the most because he changed and grew page after page becoming a better person who deserves happiness and a real love.

Excerpt:

It was too bad that, as a college professor, Aaron Mite was expected to be approachable.

Approachability was contrary to his nature. Thus, when a swingy-haired, tanned blonde female barreled toward his podium, he steeled himself against the encounter. Students rarely lingered after composition class to say, “What an enthralling lecture.” Particularly since the day’s presentation covered misplaced and dangling modifiers.

The blonde was one of hundreds who prowled the grounds of Metro Atlanta University, usually in perfumed packs of four or five. Her name was Megan or Chelsea or perhaps Payton. Aaron could tell by the determined set of her jaw that she wanted something from him, and it was probably a grade change. If so, she was wasting her time. Aaron’s grades were as permanent as the polar ice caps. Well, as permanent as polar ice caps were before the dawn of global warming.

“So,” she began.

This was a new habit of students, starting sentences with the word “so.” It wasn’t as distressing as misusing the word “literally,” as in “I’m literally starving to death.” It did, however, grate on Aaron every time he heard it.

“What does this say?” She rattled a paper in front of his nose and pointed her finger at a comment he’d written in red ink. Some of his colleagues had switched to less threatening ink colors—blue, purple and even hard-to-read orange—but Aaron still preferred the authoritative power of red.

He squinted at the scrawl. He often had trouble reading his own writing, but not in this case. Aaron recognized the phrase as one he frequently wrote in the margins of student composition papers: “This essay is not worth the papyrus it was penned on.”

He read the comment aloud and the girl—Leslie, Brittany or Taylor—wrinkled her nose. “I don’t get it.”

“It’s simply another way of saying, ‘this essay isn’t worth the paper it’s written on,’ but that would be cliché. As I’ve said several times in this class, clichés are the enemies of good writing.”

Her previously benign features turned cross. “You think I wasted paper writing my essay?”
“Yes. But, happily for you, paper is plentiful.”

She stared at him. Aaron stared back. For a moment they were engaged in a standoff, but the girl looked away first. “Whatever,” she said.

She wandered off, eyes fastened to her phone, poor grade seemingly forgotten. Not a surprise. Young people’s minds flitted about like gnats.

Another student remained in the classroom, Sabrina, a woman in her early thirties, who’d recently gone back to school. She worked part-time as an administrative assistant in the English and Foreign Language department at Metro Atlanta University .

Sabrina’s appearance in Aaron’s class at the beginning of the semester worried him. What if she was a terrible writer and he had to give her poor marks? Would she ever make photocopies for him again?

But she proved to be a competent writer and would likely receive an A for the semester. In fact, he was so impressed with her narrative essay, he urged her to take a creative writing class as an elective.

Sabrina was still gathering her things. Unlike the younger students, she didn’t start packing up her belongings ten minutes before dismissal time in anticipation of a hasty getaway.

She glanced up at him and said, “Professor Mite, I wanted to tell you how much I’m enjoying your class.”

Aaron was slightly taken aback. It was unusual for him to receive praise from students. In his teaching evaluations, he usually got comments like: “If Professor Mite ruled the world, a comma splice would be punishable by fifty lashes,” or “Dude hates the word ‘very.’ Use in essays at your own risk.”

Sometimes the comments were more personal: “Kind of cute, but needs a major wardrobe rehab. Wears the same jacket every day. Also, what’s with the limp?”

“Thank you very much, Sabrina. I’ve enjoyed having you as well.”

“I admire your fervent love for our language and excellent writing. You’ve inspired me to write a novel of my own.”

“That’s ambitious, and I wish you the best of luck. Do you have any idea what themes you want to explore? I can recommend some novels as inspiration.”

She thought for a moment and said, “Death, I guess.”

Her answer surprised Aaron. Sabrina was a chipper soul, continually smiling, always greeting everyone who came into the English department office suite and offering them candy from a seemingly bottomless dish on her desk. (Aaron was partial to the butterscotch disks.) Her desk was also littered with photographs of twin toddlers smashing their chubby faces into birthday cakes or cavorting in a kiddie pool. Death was the last thing he’d guessed she’d want to write about.

“Bravo to you for tackling such a challenging theme. You may want to consider reading Death of Ivan Ilyich, Slaughterhouse Five or maybe even White Noise.”

“Are those mysteries?”

“Excuse me?”

“I want to write a cozy.”

Cozy? A cozy, when used as a noun, referred to a padded covering for a teapot.

“I don’t follow.”

“You’ve never heard of cozies?” Suddenly Sabrina was very animated. Her curls bounced on her shoulders, and her cheeks flushed. “They’re a category of mystery novels set in a small village, and the amateur sleuth is usually a female. There’s always a murder, but it’s never gruesome, and the victim tends to be a mean person who deserves to die.”

Aaron was momentarily taken aback. “Are you saying you want to write genre fiction?”

“Yes. I love to read cozies.”

“I see.” Aaron noisily cleared his throat. “What was the last…cozy you read?”

“It was called Dread and Breakfast. The sleuth is Abigail Appleworth, the owner of a bed and breakfast called the Pleasant Dreams Inn. One of her guests—a developer who wants to cut down the hundred-year-old oak tree in the town square and put up a parking lot—is bludgeoned to death with an overcooked crumpet.”

Aaron took a moment to absorb the highly improbable particulars. Then he said, “I’d like to know how you felt after you read the book. Did it change you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Were you affected by the themes? Did it prompt you to think critically? Did you spend time considering the underlying issues?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Or did it pass through you like cheap fast food?”