Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Title: A Tale As Old As Time
Author: Mya O’Malley
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing
Wow! This is one of those stories that really sucks you in. It has a very steady pace and Millie's story is so compelling that you have to keep reading. Jackson and Kristen make a wonderful sleuthing team - they each bring different strengths and perspectives to solving the mystery. There are also wonderful supporting characters - I especially love Shelby and Amelia!
While there are typical ups and downs in each romantic relationship that is part of this tale, there are also a few twists, some expected and others unexpected - that on hindsight shouldn't have been so unexpected! It was truly a delight to get to know Jackson, Kristen, and Millie - to experience the love and loss that truly is "a tale as old as time."
Warnings ~ some mild language
Honest disclosure ~ a review copy was supplied
Friday, January 22, 2016
Broken Things to Mend by Karey White
Celia is in desperate need of a change--a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a complete redo of all relationships. Not knowing what else to do, she opens a map, closes her eyes, and lets fate decide her future. Then she packs her meager belongings and buys a one-way ticket to a little town on the fringes of Oregon's Deschutes National Forest called Sisters. She's wanted a family for years. Will she find one in Sisters? What Celia doesn't plan to find is a strange Chinese woman whose meddling ways keep throwing her in the path of a handsome, but reserved, forest ranger. But no matter how kind or dependable Silas seems to be, there are some things in Celia's past that neither of them can escape, and this time, the damage might be too much to mend.
Author Karey WhiteKarey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist. She loves to travel, read, bake treats, and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband are the parents of four great children. She teaches summer creative writing courses to young people and is currently working on her next book.
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I have loved every book by Karey White that I have read - and Broken Things to Mend is no exception. Her stories are always sweet and heartfelt - the struggles that her characters face are real, the characters' emotions and struggles are realistic, and the characters are well-developed. I couldn't help but fall in love with Celia and Silas - they both have difficult pasts, pain that not only is carried with them but that has affected who they are today. While they both have their struggles, they are also both strong, determined individuals who want to rise above their troubles. But, the most important thing they share, that is the basis on which their love is able to grow, is that they are geniunely good people, trying to do what is right and to help others. They aren't perfect, but they are able to work together to make the best of their situations and find happiness together.
Warnings ~ none, clean read
Honest Disclosure~ I received a copy in participation with this blog tour
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
The overly scientific, always respectable, and socially awkward Alexander Banks has just been informed his name resides on a betrothal agreement right above the name of the worst chit in all of England. With a loophole that allows him to marry another without consequence before the thirtieth anniversary of his birth, he has only four weeks to find another woman and make her his wife.
Q: Does lawn chess exist?
A: I have no idea. I just thought it sounded fun to play chess with life-sized pieces. If it's really a game, I'll be adding a set to my Christmas list this year...
Marcus Sinclair, sixteenth Earl of Sinclair, has lived the last thirteen years as a recluse following an accident that left him heavily scarred. Though a recluse, Marcus has still managed to fall in love. The problem? The woman he’s taken with is none other than the sister of the lady he was once betrothed to!
Q: Where can I get a copy of Lady Bird's Ladybird Memoir? I've searched google, but cannot find it.
A: Oh my! I hate to disappoint anyone who might have an interest in reading this little treatise, but it does not exist outside of my imagination. And no, I do not currently have any plans to write such a book...
As Patrick Ramsey, Viscount Drakely's, girls are getting older he realizes they need a mother—and a governess. Unable to decide between the two which they need more, he marries an ordinary young lady from the local village in hopes she can suit both roles. But this ordinary young lady isn’t so ordinary after all, and he just might have to risk his heart once more or wind up alone forever.
Q: Lord Presumptuous and the Motherness--where do you come up with this stuff?!
A: Unfortunately, this kind of craziness just bounces around in my head! My grandpa always had nicknames for people and in turn, I do the same thing. Where they come from exactly, I don't know--they just stick!
Despite his three engagements, the thrice-jilted baronet, Sir Wallace Benedict, has trouble when it comes to those of the fairer sex. Twenty years old and still unmarried, Edwina Banks, has taken it into her mind to see that Sir Wallace get his much-deserved and long awaited happily-ever-after. Because truly then, she can find hers, too... Or can she?
Q: Is Wallace (fill in the blank)?
A: (This was a question I got following the release of Her Reluctant Groom, but I wanted to list it here.) I had multiple questions about Wallace. So instead of telling everyone what he isn't, I'll tell you what he is. Wallace is a young man who had his heart broken at a young age, thus resulting in a chain of events such as more than one public jilting, and a lot of speculation... He's not a fit candidate for bedlam. He's not psychotic. He's not a spy. And he's certainly not interested in men. Autistic? Maybe so, but extremely sweet, nonetheless.
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Friday, January 15, 2016
EXCERPTI pushed open the door and immediately threw off my jacket, followed by my shirt. Then I addressed my skirt. I heard chuckling.
My hands froze on my skirt’s zipper. I looked up.
Nixon lay across my bed. “Please, don’t let me interrupt. Continue.”
I flipped him off.
He laughed harder.
I quickly pulled on the tank top I’d worn to bed and thrown across the chair. “What do you want?”
“Not sex, but thanks for the offer.”
“I was not…” I took three deep breaths. Arguing got me nowhere with Satan. “Why are you here?”
“Waiting for my sister. What else?”
I exhaled in relief.
“What, you disappointed I didn’t want an afternoon screw?”
“Not at all.” I sat far far away on Monroe’s bed. “Besides, if you needed one, all you’d have to do is knock on any door on this floor. Just be sure to use protection. I know how you are about germs.”
“Only yours,” he sang.
I threw a pillow in his direction, hoping to smack him in the face. He caught it mid-air and scowled. “Can you at least wait for her outside?”
“Why?” I ground my teeth together. At the rate I was going I would have nothing left to grind.
“Because, I like your bed. It’s comfortable.”
“It has my germs and I swear to you I drooled all over my pillow last night.”
He shrugged. “I only hate germs on people, not objects.”
Nixon looked at his watch then put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
“Why what, Farm Girl?”
“Why don’t you like people touching you? Is that your rule or an Elite thing?”
“You ask a lot of questions for someone so stupid.”
That stung, but I was too tired to let it sink too far into my consciousness. “It is the only way to find out how to survive in this place.”
“You’ll survive, if you follow the rules. I thought I told you that.” He propped up on his elbow. “The system works, Trace. I know you think I’m an asshole, but if I was nice, they would eat you alive. Wouldn’t you rather I do the tasting?” He smirked.
Damn, I was literally itching to punch him in the jaw.
“Why can’t everyone just be nice and get along?”
He groaned into his hands and stood. “Maybe I will wait outside.”
“You do that.”
He walked to the door and then stopped. “Has anyone made fun of you today?”
“Is this a trick question?” I asked, jumping off Monroe’s bed. “You make fun of me all the time!”
“Other than me.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “Tell me the truth.”
“N-no,” I stuttered. “No one made fun of me today[ce1] .”
“I guess my point is made.”
“The hell it is.” I bent down and picked up another pillow to throw at his face. “You think you have that much power? To protect me from them? You think you’re that much better? That what you do is better than what typical college kids could do to me?”
His eyebrows rose. “Care to make a wager?”
“Fine!” I poked him in the chest.
Nixon closed his eyes as if in pain. “Please don’t touch me.”
I backed off but only because he’d said please.
“I’ll stop bothering you…but when I win—when you can’t take it anymore—when you are living in hell every single day, I want to hear it from your lips. Not Monroe’s, not Chase’s. I want you to approach me. I want you to tell me…”
“Tell you what?” I whispered.
“That you need me.”
“When hell freezes over!” I snapped.
“Bring a parka, because life’s a bitch and you just bought a first class ticket, sweetheart.”
I was still in a crappy mood when Monroe finally arrived. True to his word, Nixon sat outside, at the door, waiting for her. Why he didn’t text her or call her I have no idea.
I couldn’t really hear what they were saying. But Monroe was yelling, and Nixon was yelling, and I was pretty sure one of them was going to throw a punch.
So I was really surprised when Monroe bounced into the room with a wide smile on her face. “Guess what!”
“You killed your brother?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not that lucky, no.” With a huff she sat on her bed. “The Elect are throwing a party tonight and I get to bring you!”
Excuse me while I pull out my pom-poms. “Swell.”
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com