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I Have Lost My Way by Gayle Froman – review

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Title: I have lost my way

Author: Gayle Forman

Genre: Fiction, YA, Contemporary

Pages:  368( I’ve read digital edition)

buy it: Amazon, BookDepository

author’s page: http://gayleforman.com/

 

 

My review:

Freya, a young singer, lost her voice and went to different doctors to solve the problem. The problem tortures her, her mother and her manager.  Looking her sister Instagram pictures with the engagement ring in her hand Freya finds herself in the park.

Nathaniel with the map in his hands arrives in New York trying to live his father’s and his dream evoking the memories.

Harun is in love.  That is good and noble feeling, but for him it’s torture.

All of those three characters have lost their way, the path in their life. And standing in one huge crossroad, they suppose to choose where and how they will continue.

I have lost my enjoyable way book which makes me want reading more and more, stopping just to take a breath.  The author wrote this book like a diary to Freya, Harun, and Nathaniel whose life path crosses in one moment of the loss they feel.

Freya is the most likable character in the book. She is young, full of life. She is smart. Life brings her in front of a challenge she must make a move.

“She wishes she’d read some of the responses before deleting that tweet. Maybe someone would’ve told her what to do. Maybe someone would’ve told her it didn’t matter if she could sing. They’d still love her. But she knows that’s bullshit. Love is conditional. Everything is.”

Nathaniel is on edge, everything that matters to him is gone and nothing left to lose.

“You’re doing okay, aren’t you? People used to ask Nathaniel that sometimes- the teammates practiced with, the girls who used to flutter around him, the coaches who thought he had promise. You’re doing okay? they asked. After Mom left. After Grandma Maty died. After he lost his eye. You’re all right, aren’t you?”

Harun is different than Freya and Nathaniel but is not less special. He comes from different culture and has a different religion, but he is kind, normal person with real feelings. He is a dreamer.

“Harun is coward is not for debate.”

“Still, the best way to defang someone is to kill them with kindness.”

I recommend this book to people who want well-written books about difficulties in the life and how could deal with them and sometimes a stranger could help better than someone close.

This copy was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

 

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Blog Tour – March 28th to April 12th

 

 

My Sister’s Intended by Rachael Anderson

For as long as Prudence can remember, it has been understood that her sister will one day wed the eldest son of their nearest neighbor. Such an alliance will benefit both families and bring a great deal of joy to all parents involved.

Unfortunately, Prudence has never been able to feel as joyful. She believes her sister is mad to consider marrying a man she hardly knows, even if he will one day make her a countess. Titles and wealth shouldn’t factor into matters of the heart, and as an aspiring romance novelist, Prudence cannot fathom how anyone could even think of settling for less than love. She certainly wouldn’t, and she doesn’t want her sister to either.

Unable to stand by and do nothing, Prudence sets out to help the awkward couple discover the best in each other with the hope that they will eventually find love. What she neglected to foresee, however, was the possibility that she might fall in love with Lord Knave herself.

 

Excerpt

When Prudence lifted her eyes to his again, they sparkled with a challenge. “I was going to save this question until later so as not to shock you from the get-go, but I really do need to know . . . What does it feel like to kiss a woman?”

A large lump formed in Brand’s throat, and his mouth went dry. What the deuce? She had promised not to ask questions that would make him uncomfortable, but already he wanted to flee like a frightened kitten. How could he possibly explain how it felt to kiss a woman?

Brand searched his mind for a way to avoid answering until he heard a snicker escape her lips. She was laughing at him. Him! Hildebrand Ethan Cannon, Viscount Knave—a man at least eight years her senior and a great deal higher in social standing.

Unbelievable.

“You are teasing me,” he said, hoping it was true. If she’d posed the question to make him squirm—and perhaps make him more inclined to answer her other questions—then she wouldn’t be expecting an answer.

She shook her head, still smiling. “I’m afraid not, my lord, although I did find the look of terror on your face vastly amusing.”

“I’m glad I could entertain you.”

“I hope you will be equally glad to instruct me on a few things as well. The first scene in my book will include a kiss, and I have no idea how to describe the experience. Do a woman’s lips feel warm or soft or even moist? Would your pulse quicken? Aside from touch, what other senses are engaged? How would it make you feel and what would you notice when you held a woman in your arms?”

If she thought he’d appeared terror-stricken before, there would be no word for how he looked now. Did she earnestly expect him to answer such questions? Surely even she knew how inappropriate it would be to discuss such things, her being an innocent.

“I cannot say,” he finally muttered.

Her brow puckered in confusion. “Have you never kissed a woman, my lord?”

Brand was sorely tempted to lie and say he had not, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Any man of six-and-twenty who had never experienced a kiss would be laughed out of his manhood. Women were expected to remain innocent until married. Men were not.

“Yes, I have kissed a woman,” he finally admitted, “but I have no intention of discussing any of the details with you.”

“Why not?” she asked, her large brown eyes blinking at him curiously. “Would you rather I invent the information?”

“Yes.”

She obviously didn’t appreciate his retort because she scowled. “Can you not tell me at least a little?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because a kiss could never be described with any sort of accuracy, at least not by me. It involves too many feelings and sensations and complexities of thought. If you wish to know what a kiss feels like, you’ll have to experience it for yourself.”

Too late, Brand realized his mistake. Her expression became contemplative, as though she was actually considering doing just that. Good gads, had he really just encouraged an innocent young woman to go hunting for a kiss? Who would she ask? A groom? Stablehand? The next peddler that came to town?

“I think you are right,” she said at last. “I really must experience a kiss for myself if I am to describe it with any sort of accuracy.” She blinked up at him with that innocent expression again. “Will you kiss me Lord Knave? No, how silly of me. You are to marry my sister, so that would never do.” She pursed her lips for a moment before musing, “Perhaps one of the footmen would be kind enough to show me how it’s done.”

Kind enough? Brand could think of a great many reasons a footman would comply with such a request, and kindness did not factor into any of them. Brand would kiss her himself before he allowed a footman near her.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. “Perhaps I can try to explain what it feels like after all.” Better that than having her chase after a footman.

“But you only just said you couldn’t do it justice,” she pointed out. “I realize I sound dreadfully forward, but I really must know, and experience is the best teacher, is it not?”

“No, it isn’t,” he lied. “And you are not going to kiss a footman.”

“Then who? Felix or Lionel, perhaps? I’m fairly certain I can convince one of them to do it, if given the opportunity. The question is how to go about it?”

It was plain to see by the firm set of her jaw that she would not rest until she had experienced a kiss of her own. She didn’t seem to care who did the deed, only that the man did a thorough job of it. A quick peck on the lips wouldn’t satisfy her curiosities.

“Perhaps I could send a note to Felix and ask him to call on me,” she continued to muse. “We could take a stroll through the maze in the gardens. There is a hidden alcove on the south side, which could be quite perfect. We would have to evade Ruth, obviously, but—”

“Devil take it,” Brand growled as he pulled her to him. Her quick intake of breath was the only sound she made before his mouth covered hers.

 

Author Rachael Anderson

A USA Today bestselling author, Rachael Anderson is the mother of four and is pretty good at breaking up fights, or at least sending guilty parties to their rooms. She can’t sing, doesn’t dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating.

 

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My Sister Intended by Rachel Anderson – book release day + $50 Giveaway

 

Happy Release Day to My Sister’s Intended by Rachael Anderson.

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My Sister’s Intended by Rachael Anderson

For as long as Prudence can remember, it has been understood that her sister will one day wed the eldest son of their nearest neighbor. Such an alliance will benefit both families and bring a great deal of joy to all parents involved.

Unfortunately, Prudence has never been able to feel as joyful. She believes her sister is mad to consider marrying a man she hardly knows, even if he will one day make her a countess. Titles and wealth shouldn’t factor into matters of the heart, and as an aspiring romance novelist, Prudence cannot fathom how anyone could even think of settling for less than love. She certainly wouldn’t, and she doesn’t want her sister to either.

Unable to stand by and do nothing, Prudence sets out to help the awkward couple discover the best in each other with the hope that they will eventually find love. What she neglected to foresee, however, was the possibility that she might fall in love with Lord Knave herself.

Excerpt

When Prudence lifted her eyes to his again, they sparkled with a challenge. “I was going to save this question until later so as not to shock you from the get-go, but I really do need to know . . . What does it feel like to kiss a woman?”

A large lump formed in Brand’s throat, and his mouth went dry. What the deuce? She had promised not to ask questions that would make him uncomfortable, but already he wanted to flee like a frightened kitten. How could he possibly explain how it felt to kiss a woman?

Brand searched his mind for a way to avoid answering until he heard a snicker escape her lips. She was laughing at him. Him! Hildebrand Ethan Cannon, Viscount Knave—a man at least eight years her senior and a great deal higher in social standing.

Unbelievable.

“You are teasing me,” he said, hoping it was true. If she’d posed the question to make him squirm—and perhaps make him more inclined to answer her other questions—then she wouldn’t be expecting an answer.

She shook her head, still smiling. “I’m afraid not, my lord, although I did find the look of terror on your face vastly amusing.”

“I’m glad I could entertain you.”

“I hope you will be equally glad to instruct me on a few things as well. The first scene in my book will include a kiss, and I have no idea how to describe the experience. Do a woman’s lips feel warm or soft or even moist? Would your pulse quicken? Aside from touch, what other senses are engaged? How would it make you feel and what would you notice when you held a woman in your arms?”

If she thought he’d appeared terror-stricken before, there would be no word for how he looked now. Did she earnestly expect him to answer such questions? Surely even she knew how inappropriate it would be to discuss such things, her being an innocent.

“I cannot say,” he finally muttered.

Her brow puckered in confusion. “Have you never kissed a woman, my lord?”

Brand was sorely tempted to lie and say he had not, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Any man of six-and-twenty who had never experienced a kiss would be laughed out of his manhood. Women were expected to remain innocent until married. Men were not.

“Yes, I have kissed a woman,” he finally admitted, “but I have no intention of discussing any of the details with you.”

“Why not?” she asked, her large brown eyes blinking at him curiously. “Would you rather I invent the information?”

“Yes.”

She obviously didn’t appreciate his retort because she scowled. “Can you not tell me at least a little?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because a kiss could never be described with any sort of accuracy, at least not by me. It involves too many feelings and sensations and complexities of thought. If you wish to know what a kiss feels like, you’ll have to experience it for yourself.”

Too late, Brand realized his mistake. Her expression became contemplative, as though she was actually considering doing just that. Good gads, had he really just encouraged an innocent young woman to go hunting for a kiss? Who would she ask? A groom? Stablehand? The next peddler that came to town?

“I think you are right,” she said at last. “I really must experience a kiss for myself if I am to describe it with any sort of accuracy.” She blinked up at him with that innocent expression again. “Will you kiss me Lord Knave? No, how silly of me. You are to marry my sister, so that would never do.” She pursed her lips for a moment before musing, “Perhaps one of the footmen would be kind enough to show me how it’s done.”

Kind enough? Brand could think of a great many reasons a footman would comply with such a request, and kindness did not factor into any of them. Brand would kiss her himself before he allowed a footman near her.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. “Perhaps I can try to explain what it feels like after all.” Better that than having her chase after a footman.

“But you only just said you couldn’t do it justice,” she pointed out. “I realize I sound dreadfully forward, but I really must know, and experience is the best teacher, is it not?”

“No, it isn’t,” he lied. “And you are not going to kiss a footman.”

“Then who? Felix or Lionel, perhaps? I’m fairly certain I can convince one of them to do it, if given the opportunity. The question is how to go about it?”

It was plain to see by the firm set of her jaw that she would not rest until she had experienced a kiss of her own. She didn’t seem to care who did the deed, only that the man did a thorough job of it. A quick peck on the lips wouldn’t satisfy her curiosities.

“Perhaps I could send a note to Felix and ask him to call on me,” she continued to muse. “We could take a stroll through the maze in the gardens. There is a hidden alcove on the south side, which could be quite perfect. We would have to evade Ruth, obviously, but—”

“Devil take it,” Brand growled as he pulled her to him. Her quick intake of breath was the only sound she made before his mouth covered hers.

 

Author Rachael Anderson

A USA Today bestselling author, Rachael Anderson is the mother of four and is pretty good at breaking up fights, or at least sending guilty parties to their rooms. She can’t sing, doesn’t dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating.

 

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Six Feet Under by Tonya Kappes – review

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Title: Six Feet Under

Author: Tonya Kappes

Genre: Fiction, Cozy Mystery, Crime

Pages: 300 (I’ve read Kindle edition)

Buy it on Amazon, BookDepository

author’s page: tonyakappes.com

 

 

 

My review:

Kendrick Lowry is sheriff in Cottonwood, Kentucky. She fights against crime. Her mother doesn’t make easier for her because she doesn’t approve Kenni’s job. Kenni has a gift to see ghosts. She sees her grandfather ghost and when Poppa ghost shows up the trouble comes. Mama takes part in a cooking contest and she is determined to win because the prize is an episode in the culinary channel with celebrity chef Frank Von Lee who is coming in the town. Her competition is in the next town; Frank should make a decision who to feature on his culinary TV show. Unfortunately, his visit ends with tragedy and on the first day, he drops dead in his hotel room even vicarious doctor Camille can’t save him. And the first suspect is – guess who?

Six Feet Under is the fourth book in the Kenni Lowey series, but it could be read alone. Tonya writes realistic and dramatic stories and has the power to suck the reader into the story. She created the well-plotted cozy mystery with sharp dialogues and compelling main character.

“She‘s been driving herself nuts since got word he was coming. I’ve been with her. She’s not slept. She did that thing to her face.”

The story is vivid and realistic I felt like I knew all those fascinating characters starting with Kenni, Mama, Lulu, Myrna, Finn even Poppa’s ghost. The narration is well-passed and it flows with exciting suspense and puzzle, a little dose of fear. I asked myself what will happen next, who is the murderer, what if… and all that passes engaging me till the end.

Kenni attracts my attention from the first page. Tonya offered crucial insight into Kenni, as the main character, into her personality and background, giving me a detailed clear picture. Kenni impresses me like a person she is an active listener and is aware of others’ reactions and understands why the others react as they do.

“There is something going on with you.” I pointed my finger in a circle around her head. “There’s something wrong with her face.” I turned to Finn. Finn looked at me with a very amused expression. It was one of those curious looks that made my heart flip-flop every time he wore it.

Mama or Vivian Lowry is a stubborn proud woman too sure of herself.

“I’m fine. I wanted to see my competition. And now I know it’s the lack thereof competition. I’m going to win, hands down.” You see! I told you she is self-centered! Mama Lowry wants to talk “her lips never stop moving once.” And that is the reason that her daughter distances from her. But, this isn’t a reason to hate her she is very interesting and entertaining character who is pushing the story straight.

“I was trying to tell you before you rudely interrupted.” Mama pushed back over to me. “I’m sorry,” she said to Finn. “I raised her better than that.”

I highly recommend this book to mystery lovers and to everyone who likes good book packed with suspense and puzzling tickle.

 

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A Pirate at Pembroke by Danielle Thorne – book post + giveaway

A Pirate at Pembroke by Danielle Thorne

A Jane Austen-inspired Pirate Romance

Sophie Crestwood is never going to catch a husband, and she isn’t even sure she wants one. Her father is a gossip, her mother always has her nose in a book, and little Jack has shamefully been dismissed from boarding school. Worst of all, a pirate moves next door into Pembroke Hall!

When Sophie’s sent to a matchmaking party at a neighboring estate, the pirate from Pembroke arrives and distracts everyone from the summer festivities. Unguarded, her feelings about the mysterious Captain Murdock bloom into a trusted friendship that Sophie fears may come to mean much more than anyone would ever suspect. Keeping company with a reputed pirate is one thing but falling in love with him could ruin the eccentric Crestwood family for good.Danielle Thorne’s book A Pirate at Pembroke is up for nomination in the Kindle Scout Contest.

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Excerpt:

The sad sonata continued its siren’s call. It echoed a passionate and haunting melody, just like the dark halls of Pembroke with its soiled paintings of aristocrats from long ago. Sophie examined the chamber doors through the gloom and decided the door to the second room on the left was slightly ajar with a dim light shimmering around it. She moved in silence to the small gap and caught her breath.

Captain Murdock stood in front of a languid fire burning beneath a marble mantel. One bare foot was balanced on a low, milking stool nestled up against a heavy, velvet-covered chair. The other kept time on the floor. With his cane leaning against the fireplace, Murdock stood balanced on his own. In his hands, a violin tucked underneath his chin swayed. It moved in time with his body as he performed a strange dance to the music. His profile in the firelight was sharp and clear. He stood slender and tall. In these private bedchambers, half-dressed in loose buckskin breeches and an untucked shirt open at the neck, he did not seem as rigid and menacing as before. From his dreamy stare, his thoughts were somewhere inside the flickering blue and orange flames. The reflection of the firelight made his pale eyes glow.

Sophie noticed his hair was undone. It hung far past his neck, with slight waves resting on his broad upper back on either side of his shoulders. She put a hand to her mouth realizing it had fallen open, and at the same time, that it was scandalous to spy on her host. She swallowed and stepped away. The music stopped in mid-cry. Her heart jumped in her chest, and for a brief pause, the only sound to be heard was her own loud breathing. She stepped back and pivoted on her heel.

Horrified he might have felt her examination, she strode down the rug-lined hallway as quietly as she could, but each footfall sounded like muffled thunder as she hurried back to the stairs. She reached the banister and slipped down the first step, but her shift snagged on something, and she spun about to free it.

Captain Murdock stood behind her, silent. He held a handful of her shift in his fist. She had not snagged it after all. Rather, he had snagged her. She jerked in surprise, but his hold kept her from falling backward and tumbling down the stairs. His other hand trembled as it balanced precariously on a carved dragon head at the top of his cane.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“I… I heard music and followed it.”

His eyes blazed with accusation, and it unnerved her.

“I’m so sorry,” she said in a choking voice. Her nose tingled again. She touched it with her fingers to make it stop.

“It’s not possible you heard music from all the way down in your room.”

Sophie took a nervous breath. He stood there, one step above her like a giant, her bedclothes gripped in his hand so tight it shook. She hadn’t heard him shuffle down the hall after her. He moved as silent as a ghost when he wanted — even with a cane. She found the courage to meet his penetrating gaze. “I did hear something from my room. Then I was in the hall.”

Captain Murdock waited for a long pause, while the dust they had stirred up in the rugs pirouetted in the air and into Sophie’s eyes and nose. “You should not be out of bed,” he said.

Sophie swallowed down her frightened apprehension. She tried to beg his pardon, but her lungs failed her, and she coughed in reflex. She covered her mouth with her fingers. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated between them, her cheeks hot with humiliation. She stared at the fistful of her garments he’d snatched, aware his eyes examined her from her straight, waist-length hair down to her naked ankles. With a jerk, he dropped her shift like it burned his hand.

“Go to bed,” he said in a quiet voice.

Sophie’s nose had not quit tingling and itching. “Yes, sir,” she said at once, but not soon enough to keep a sneeze from erupting. It came so fast and without warning, she had no chance to catch it before it doused him with all her rejection.

Horrified, she stumbled down the next step, thankful the old handrail held fast. When she glanced back, he was wiping off his shirt with a look of disgust.

 

 

Author Danielle Thorne

Danielle Thorne is the author of classic romance and adventure in several genres. She loves Jane Austen, pirates, beaches, cookies, antiques, cats, dogs, and long naps. She does not like phone calls or sushi. A graduate of Ricks College and BYU-Idaho, Danielle saw early work published by Every Day Fiction, Arts and Prose Magazine, Mississippi Crow, The Nantahala Review, StorySouth, and… you get the idea. Besides writing, she’s edited for both Solstice and Desert Breeze Publishing. Her growing blog, The Balanced Writer, focuses on writing, life, and the pursuit of peace and happiness. Currently, Danielle freelances as a non-fiction author while waiting to hear from readers like you through her website. During free time, which means when Netflix is down, she combs through feedback and offers virtual hugs for reviews. A Pirate at Pembroke is her newest release. Her non-fiction book, The Story of Queen Victoria 200 Years After Her Birth, is coming fall 2018.

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The Secret Wife by Gill Paul – Review

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Title: The Secret Wife

Author: Gill Paul

Genre: Fiction, Historical Romance

Pages: 416 (I read paperback)

buy it: Amazon

author’s page: http://gillpaul.com/

My review:

Kitty discovers something that she can’t accept and runs away from home to inherit a cabin near the Lake Akanabee in the USA. She just wants to be alone and past through a difficult period of her life. Furthermore, she finds some expensive piece of jewelry which instigates many questions how it went in the old cabin, is it belongs to her great grandfather’s, or someone puts it there? Kitty uncovers a whole mystery about that jewelry and not just that, but much more for her family tree and one big secret kept from her mother and grandmother.

There was something in the title that attracted my attention, and I knew it that this book could be unforgettable. And it is one big emotional rollercoaster.

I am writing this review the day after I finished the book and I am telling you I am speechless.

The story is astonishingly real, although it is about the Russian Royal family Romanov. However, the time is flipping from 1917 to 2016, but the narration connects the main characters Kitty and Dmitri and expands telling their lifelines from the different period.

Kitty is a woman who is learning how to forgive from her great grandfather’s life which she discovers step by step when she runs away from the UK to the USA.  She is heartbroken and devastated. In the USA discovers that she makes expose the biggest family secret.

Dmitri and Tatiana are very realistic characters. Reading about their love and life fulfilled with pain, struggle, and pure unconditional love make me cry, brushed tears smile and then again in circles.

The Secret Wife makes me think about Romanov family, their execution and the ignorant attitude of the rest of the world then. The authority could help them, but why they didn’t do it, I could just ask myself and wonder in pain of the loss of those innocent people.

I like when the book teaches me about the part of the history of the world especially when I know just a few facts about the certain period or people.

You will like this book if you like:

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The Ghost Groom by Jennifer Youngblood- book blast#99cent

The Ghost Groom by Jennifer Youngblood

A tough football player, a devoted sister, and the most difficult choice of all …

After a long, painful search that involved legions of duds, Ariana Sanchez, fitness guru and gym owner, finally meets the perfect guy when she least expects it. Not only can Rennen tear up the dance floor, but he has these adorable blonde curls and compelling green eyes, specked with gold. When Ariana’s around him she feels oh, so alive! And the best part is that he’s a perfect gentleman and easy to talk to. Their first encounter leaves Ariana floating on air, thinking there’s hope for her love life after all … until she learns that Rennen is the celebrated rookie who’s taking her brother’s position as starting running back for the Titans. Too bad she’s totally loyal to her brother and has to hate him now!

Rennen Bradley, the Ghost, has worked long and hard to get the opportunity to shine as the starting running back. Sure, he feels bad that Ace Sanchez was injured and that he’s taking his place on the team, but that’s how the game rolls.

Rennen never expects to fall for Ariana, and it throws him for a loop when he realizes she’s Ace’s sister. But Rennen’s not going to let a simple complication like that come between him and the woman of his dreams. He understands Ariana’s reservations—heck, even admires her loyalty to her brother. But Rennen’s used to waging uphill battles. Abandoned as a child, Rennen learned a long time ago that you have to fight tooth and nail for anything you want in this life. And he wants Ariana, heart, body, and soul!

Caught between loyalty and love, will Ariana choose her family or her heart?

Excerpt

This was getting ridiculous. Justin was more handsy than an octopus. “Stop touching me,” Ariana warned.
He laughed. “Come on, babe. Don’t be so stiff. You know you like it.”
“No, I don’t like it,” she countered. “No one likes being pawed.” Revulsion churned in her gut as his eyes went to her chest. An incredulous laugh bubbled in her throat. Was he really ogling her chest, right here in front of her? What a jerk! As soon as she got home, she was going to contact Heart to Heart and put in a complaint. They really should be more diligent in making sure people were truthful in their profiles. Justin was nothing like he’d pretended to be, and it was obvious he was only after one thing … and it wasn’t a long-term relationship. She tensed, clenching her fists. “Hey, buddy. My face is up here.”
He snorted out a chortle. “Yeah, but you’ve got something else going on down there. For a little girl, you’ve got a nice rack.”
She froze amidst the dancing couples surrounding them. “What did you just say to me?”
He laughed. “You heard me. Lighten up.” He grabbed her waist with an iron grip. “I thought Latin girls were supposed to be loose.”
Her hand balled into a fist, and she thought about how it would feel to knock him across the floor. “I’m going to give you a half a second to let go of me.”
He grunted in amusement. “Make me.”
Heat splintered up her neck, making her feel like her head would split in two. Then cool precision took over as she calculated Justin’s height and weight. The bigger they are … the harder they fall. From the corner of her eye, she saw the blonde guy from earlier approach. “Is everything okay here?” he asked, his body taut, like he was ready to pounce.
“Buzz off,” Justin grumbled. Letting loose a string of curse words.
“Strike three,” Ariana muttered. She shot her arm straight up in a swift motion where it connected with Justin’s neck, right under his jaw line. Then she brought her arm back down, using her weight to knock him off his feet where he landed on his back with a heavy thud. Murmurs rippled through the couples surrounding them as they backed away. Justin gurgled, clutching his neck, a dazed look in his eyes.
Ariana’s hands flew to her hips. “Just because I’m Latin does not make me easy!”
Claps broke out around her. “That’s right,” a few of the women agreed. “Dirt bag,” one woman muttered, shooting Justin a death glare.
As Justin stumbled to his feet, Ariana planted herself in a battle stance, ready to do more damage if necessary. Her adrenaline was going, and she’d make short work of him, putting her training to good use. But luckily for Justin, he ducked his head and scuttled away.
“That has got to be the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen.”
She turned to the blonde guy who was looking at her in astonishment, admiration shining in his eyes. “Thanks. I appreciate you trying to help.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. “Yeah, I was trying to rescue you from that creep … not that you needed my help.”
Ariana’s blood was pumping so ferociously that she felt dizzy.
He gave her a concerned look. “Are you okay?”
A wan smile tipped her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah, I guess that date didn’t go as planned.”
He chuckled. “Life rarely does.” He held her gaze, and she felt the same buzz she’d experienced earlier. Everything around them slowed, and it was just the two of them. His voice was deeper than she imagined, with a husky edge. Her eyes traced the definition of the muscles underneath his form-fitting t-shirt. Heat fanned her face when she saw the flicker of amusement that turned his hazel-green eyes a honey-gold. He’d caught her checking him out. She jerked her eyes to his face, making a mental note to keep her focus there. He had a fine layer of scruff, emphasizing the lean line of his jaw. She swallowed, feeling she was staring at the real-life version of Thor and Captain America, all rolled into one. Captain Thor. Or Goldie Locks because of his thick tangles of beautiful curls.
People around them resumed dancing, but the two of them just stood there. Ariana knew she should start dancing … or do something to break the tension, but she couldn’t get her body to cooperate.
He cleared his throat, a grin washing over his face. “Um, maybe we should get off the dance floor.”
“Oh, yeah.” She propelled her feet into action. Her mind whirled, going through all that had just happened. She could hardly believe he’d been the one to offer help. When they got to the side, he motioned to an empty table.
“Would you like to sit down?”
Her voice sounded unnaturally high and screechy in her ears. “Sure.”
He pulled out a chair for her and helped her get seated. Wow. Captain Thor was a gentleman to the nth degree. A startling contrast to Justin.
As they sat there, staring across the table at each other, Ariana scrambled for something halfway intelligent to say. “Thanks again. You’re a great dancer,” she blurted. Sheesh. She was making an idiot out of herself. Normally she was calm and cool around men, always knowing the right thing to say. But it seemed her mouth had disconnected from her brain.
His lips curved into a radiant smile, causing the edges of his eyes to crease. “Thanks. You’re pretty good yourself.”
The compliment caught her off guard, sending warm ripples cascading through her. He’d been watching her too. It was good to know the attraction went both ways.
He leaned forward. “Was that guy your boyfriend?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Heck no!” She laughed. “We’d never met in person before tonight. We were matched on a dating app.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”
She felt foolish and a little desperate for resorting to a dating app. Her explanation gushed out. “It’s an app where people in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area can connect. You know, people with similar interests.” She shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea … in theory.” She scowled, darkness gathering inside her. “Of course, I should’ve known better than to go out with a football coach. Note to self … don’t date anymore coaches or football players. Their egos are the size of a whale, their brains the size of a pea, from one too many hits on the field.”
He laughed. “That’s a bit of a blanket statement.”
Her face fell. “Don’t tell me, you’re a football player.” Of course he was. That would be just her luck.
An easy grin stole over his lips. “Well, if I were, I certainly wouldn’t admit it now.”
She pursed her lips together, assessing him. He didn’t seem bothered by her scrutiny. He just sat there, patiently enduring it. “No, you’re not a football player,” she finally said. “I don’t know what you are, but you’re far too intelligent to play football.”
He cocked his head. “So, all football players are stupid? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Nope. Not all of them. Just about ninety percent.”
“So only ten percent are intelligent.” He grinned. “See, I can do math.”
The teasing tone of his voice caused her to smile. “That’s good to know.”
He tsked his tongue. “What turned you against football players?”
“Aside from Justin?” She lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond.
“Yep, aside from him. I mean, he was a douche bag, but the bite in your voice tells me there’s more.”
When her brother Ace first started playing pro ball, Ariana went out with a few players on the team. After about the sixth disaster, she swore off football players altogether. “Experience,” she finally said.
Interest lit his eyes. “Care to elaborate?”
“Not really,” she said loudly, then felt like she was yelling when the music suddenly stopped.
They turned their attention to the guy on stage holding the microphone. “Folks, we’ve got a fun evening lined up, it’s karaoke night!” He pumped a fist in the air as the crowd cheered.
Ariana’s heart dropped. Oh, no!
The emcee looked down at the sheet of paper in his hand. “To start, we have a duet by Ariana and Justin.”
Captain Thor looked at her. “Is everything okay?”
“Not really.” She groaned. “I’m Ariana.”

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Inspired while I read Words by Jean-Paul Sartre:

I am trying, and torturing myself to make the right choice. Not make a mistake, do not hurt anyone. But, anyway, someone is discontented- the others or me. Is it supposed to be easier? Is it supposed to be simple? The life fulfilled with many paths and the same number of possibilities and choices. So, how come I always pick the hardest one? It looks like it waiting for me; it stays and is challenging me. It’s looking and deceiving me, but poor me so naïve surrender to its games and fall into its trap. It is a wise and turns me around into its wicked game, spinning me for a second and I as inexperienced driver finding myself that I can’t take a turn on the road, who it seems easy to turn on.

Is that the Creator playing with me, putting me on temptation like marionette spinning me around so the strings show where I can go? Poor marionette! Poor me!

They say that all we are the part of Him, a piece from the Stardust. Yet, He is perfect, sinless and big in his stellar magnificence, so why we sin? Why He made us with errors, why He inserts imperfection in His flawless material and leaves us with flaws.

The flaw leads us into the sin; its nature is to aim to achieve it fully. However, if it was perfectness, it could aim to Him. That is the reason why people break off in front of resistance, I did. I allow to the flaw to lead me and instead to play the game called life I started to fight with it and make it a battle.

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Aphrodite’s Tears by Hannah Fielding – review

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Title: Aphrodite’s Tears

Author: Hannah Fielding

Genre: Romance, Fiction

Pages: 595 (I’ve read paperback)

buy it: Amazon, BookDepository 

author’s page: www.hannahfielding.net

 

My review:

One starry night in Greek island Oriel gives herself to a stranger from then her days are passing by in work all around the world, digging the excavations, labeling, mapping and reconstructing the finds. Trying to forget the sexy stranger she takes the riskiest jobs. Then she applies for the diving excavation in Helios, Greece.  Oriel doesn’t think that the owner of Helios is Damian is the opposite man that she met six years ago. What happened to him?

Hannah Fielding leads us in Greece with Aphrodite’s Tears, after the journey in Africa in Burning Chambers, in Venice in Echoes of Love and the trip in Spain in The Andalusian Nights Trilogy. She wrote romance masterpiece again. It is hard not to enjoy in all those books fulfilled with passion, romantic scenes, vivid conversations, colorful landscapes, mythological stories and likable heroine and hero.

This book is absolutely incredible romance; it makes me feel how I am losing myself in almost everything that I read. The story is perfect it has everything that appointed it to perfectly written romance, as beautiful and compelling narration, hero and heroine who pop up in life from the start; emotionally loaded romance and electrical discharging sparkles between main characters. Everywhere they show together the atmosphere is charging with dangerous electricity. The Greek myths that the author tells enrich the story and give it the special charm.

Despinis, Oriel Anderson is a young woman who did mistake in the past once, and it makes her stronger and braver in the men’s world. She is an archeologist in the seventies of the twentieth century back in those days when archaeology was a developing discipline; it was – like so many things – dominated by men. Oriel takes her job seriously and is very successful in it.

Damian Lekkas is a sexy, swoony Greek tycoon. He changed from that night when Oriel met him for the first time and spent a romantic night with him. What was happening that make him so different devilish and arrogant? Damian is the owner of the whole island still handsome and sexy, but there is something else in his heart and mind that makes him diverse.

I like a mystery that surrounds Lekkas family and the whole story about the small island Helios where the time works differently, and people are very traditional and still adore the ancient gods and practice the ancient rituals. So, I highly recommend this book to everyone looking for an amazing romantic story to fall in love with.

 

 

 

 

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Anais From Montmartre by Jana Misho-review

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Title: Anais from Montmartre

Author: Jana Misho

Genre: Chick lit, Fiction

Pages: 256(I have read Kindle edition)

Buy the book here: Amazon, Barnes&Noble 

My review:

Anais from Montmartre is a sweet, refreshing and an exiting book, the novel follows Anais life. One trip brings her in Paris and that what was one journey becomes a leap in Anais life. She moves in Paris near her father and tries to start a new life there.

Anais is the immensely likable character she is a strong person. I believe that the reason I like her so much from the start was how aware she was of everything. Anais as driving figure in the book was telling the story from her point of view.

I love the way this author draws attention to little things within her story. I absolutely like seeing the way Anais and Sebastien step by step get close to each other emotionally and physically. Not to mention that in that way were twist that I didn’t expect and I like it how the book surprises me.

I need to say that the author is from Macedonia and I am proud of her!

I recommend this book to everyone who likes chick lit, beautifully written stories with lots of humor.