Book Review: The Sheikh’s Irresistible Proposal by Holly Rayner

The Sheikh's Irresistible ProposalThe Sheikh’s Irresistible Proposal by Holly Rayner
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have to start by saying what a fun story. I liked Sheikh Sadiq bin-Haled al-Halam. He is visiting the club, watching her sing and then he offers her half a million dollars to sing for him. Hannah Green is just a jazz singer in a run down club. Her boss is a total jerk and maybe even a little underhanded. Needless to say, Hannah is not happy with anything about the situation, except for the singing. I liked Hannah. The Sheikh wanted her to sing for him back home. Who could resist half a million dollars for six weeks of singing while hanging out with a Sheikh? I am happy to say Hannah couldn’t.

It was a really sweet story, filled with confused emotions that made you hope for them to see each other with love. There is a difference in the cultures that make for some hard feelings and hurt feelings. I enjoyed the colorful descriptions of his country and the foods. Then Hannah’s interactions with the people was really nice to see.

It is a really well written book that was just a quick (too quick) read. I could have read more about them! I appreciate being given this book as a ARC by Holly Rayner in exchange for an honest review.

This was my second book by Holly Rayner and I loved the first one I read. Last christmas I read The Billionaire’s First Christmas. With two very good books in my Read pile by Holly, I know it will not be the last. It is always fun to find an author that has a wonderful way with characters! Next I get to read Holly’s newest book, The Sheikh’s Secret Princess, for review. I am looking forward to that. I like that Holly Rayner makes sure there is a happy ever after in all of her books. I love that in a book!

You can find The Sheikh’s Irresistible Proposal for Kindle and through KindleUnimited at Amazon

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A-Z PE Challenge Day 1 (A)

This challenge is to post a different blog daily starting with the letter  A  all the way to  Z.

If someone hasn’t made a Z blog, please do so before I reach that letter. smileyThank you.

 

Today, day 1  I start with  TRTY

The blog dejour is:

AMERICA ON COFFEE

America on Coffee writes about music from back in the day.  I love her posts. They are a mixture of good music, great coffee and wonderful photos of tables set to perfection and Bed and Breakfasts.

Miss Back In The Day USA

This is another of  her blogs. Not only does she post the video of music from back in the day, she takes the time to post information about the singer, their history and other songs by them. It is always a learning event to go to her blog.

She is one of the sweetest commenters out there.  She lifts my spirits with her music and her sweet comments.  When others comment on her post she is always gracious and kind.

Not only does she post music, but she also posts the most beautiful, calming and delicious  pictures.  T always enjoy going to her blog each morning.  Funny how there is always coffee steaming in the pictures.  It is like a fresh cup of coffee without having to leave the computer!

If lopsided humor is your thing, like it is mine.  You can always check out her other blog called:

PEERK N’ COFFEE!

Now I might be using that one for my P challenge day, so be warned.

There are several other blogs that she keeps up with as well.  Beautifully created and special in their own right.  When you go to their page all the links will be there. This is one spiritual, fun loving and musically driven blogger. I have 25 more letters to get to, so I can’t give away all my secrets blog info.

All I can say is if you like good fun, humor, coffee and music, then get to  know America on Coffee.  Their motto is:

 We are America On Coffee!  Follow Us … and let us hear you say… ‘More fresh, hot coffee please!’

 

America on Coffee this is about you! Enjoy your special letter day.

About the A-Z PE challenge.

This is a fun way to showcase blogs that you like and people that you want to know better.  Come join us on the 26 day challenge!

This challenge was created by gapawa.

He came up with the A-Z People Edition challenge and it is an awesome idea. If you want to join in the fun, then just join us.  Here is the link to the instructional blog you can visit

Here is a Quote from his blog explaining his motivation for this fun challenge.

” This is the people edition!  So on the first day you find someone who’s screen name starts with A and you check out their blog.  The idea is that you read through some of their posts, introduce yourself and give them some feedback.  Then, write your post of the day and publish it, describing who the person is and your experience finding and interacting with them, what you thought of their posts.  What you came away with.  I think it could be fun:)”

AudioBook Review: The Story of Atlantis by W. Scott-Elliot

The Story Of AtlantisThe Story Of Atlantis by W. Scott-Elliot
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The book is interesting, there are references to even older books that tell the history of mankind. The concepts were based on several inhabited continents and islands that were close to one another near Greenland and had many different inhabitants. The movement of man around the world is explained as part of the people from Atlantis relocating and beginning civilizations all over the globe. The people from Atlantis according to William Scott-Elliot were red, yellow, black and white. There were men as tall as eight feet and some of the people had cone like heads and other small heads. Their hair were also different colors and textures. It is implied that this was the original eden.

The worship of all nations are supposed to be based from the religion of the parent continent.The author contends that the languages of Egypt and the Middle East came from Atlantis and the adjacent islands. Ireland was only inhabited by the Atlantis survivors. Many of the animals that live in Chili and America were speculated to be descendants of the animals from Atlantis. The horses were genetically engineered on this continent.

The author believes that the world has regenerated its self at least five times. There are interesting points and some that may be truth, but for now it seems to be speculation. There was too much speculation and not enough artifacts and proof for their ideas. I tend to believe that there probably was an Atlantis and I believe that these people could have helped to populate the earth. The other confusing thoughts did not make a lot of sense to me. The ideas of beginnings and ends of civilization seemed hard to accept. Even thought I did not believe every concept that was presented, It made me think, wonder and question. That is a good response to a book.

It is worth reading or listening to on Audio Books as I did. The narrator had a bit of an accent. Some of the words at first were hard to understand but once you get used to that accent, it becomes easier. Her voice is pleasant and her tone is steady.

If you are curious about Atlantis, then I think this is a good book to read or listen to, in order to get a different perspective.

Overall ***
Narration***
Story ***

This is available on YouTube as an Audiobook and is also available as a kindle book under the title of The Story of Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria at no charge. There is the book The Story of Atlantis by William Scott-Elliot, also available for $.99 on Amazon.

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The Daily Prompt, 2016: One Note

The Prompt from: The Daily Prompt 2016 by J. C. Cauthon

Use the following items to create a scene:

A Post-It pad, a nightstand, a wedding dress, a ballet slipper

One Note by Sojourner McConnell

Sylvia stood in the doorway, looking back and forth at the small furniture. She stopped panning the room when her eyes fell on the lone ballet slipper that was lying next to the dressing table. The frilly lace cover almost blocking that small sliver of pink from view. But Sylvia saw it and it made her smile. A forlorn smile that spoke volumes about her emotional state today.

Sylvia, again looked across the room, her mind filled with visions of her little Tracey carrying her ballet slippers into her bedroom every Monday night. Always with the little bun on the back of her head and the pink leotard with flouncy skirt. Her memories were so vivid she could almost touch that golden hair stiff with hair spray and gel.

Blinking back to the present she stepped farther into the room and her eyes lit on the white lace dress placed carefully on the foot of the bed. The white in sharp contrast to the pink and black stripes of the comforter. Reaching out a hand she touched the crisp lace and her hand gently smoothed the material.

Her mind floating back to earlier in the day when that golden haired woman had entered the chapel her face bright with emotion. Her eyes filled with love looking only at the handsome man standing by the alter.

Sylvia wanted to make eye contact with her little girl one more time before she became a married woman. A woman that was starting out life in a different direction. A direction away from her doting mother. Sadness was there, but oh, so much pride. So happy that her beautiful daughter had found the man that she would love, cherish and assist through their life together.

Sylvia never got a chance to look at her, nod in approval and smile with all the love that enveloped her heart when she looked at that dear face. Tracey was focused on the man that had stolen her heart.

Stroking the material, she sat down on the bed next to the long white beaded dress. Her eyes next noticed the small wooden nightstand that typically held her little ballet dancer lamp and the book that she wanted to read before bed. This room had been empty for the last five years while Tracey went to college and then moved into the city to work. Five years since her  girl spent more than a night or two in this room. Today there was only the lamp and a yellow post-It pad.

Sylvia did not remember a Post-It pad being in here the last time she dusted. Reaching for the small pad, she saw her daughters small fine penmanship and she read, Mom.
With tears in her eyes she continued to read the quick note on the little yellow square.

Mom,
You taught love.
Now, I’ll teach love.
I’ll love you always!
Tracey

A smile crept across Sylvia’s face. Perhaps her daughter did have room enough for her new husband and the mother that loved her so much.

“Don! Don! Let’s go out to dinner and celebrate our daughter’s happiness.”

Standing she went downstairs to the comfort of the living room where she knew she would find her husband. The husband that had always shared her heart with their daughter.

Sylvia remembered that her own heart had expanded to make room for the people that she loved. Both when she left her Mother to marry Don, so many years before, and yet again when she gave birth to Tracey.

Sylvia only needed that one note to remind her.

The Daily Prompt 2016: Coming Home

Today, I am going to share my first rough attempt at suspense. It is probably pretty lame. But I wrote it for my daily prompt. So I might as well share it. Don’t judge it too harshly 🙂

The Prompt from: The Daily Prompt 2016 by J. C. Cauthon

Using the following setting, write a short story or poem:

In an orange room, 7:00 PM

Coming Home by Sojourner McConnell

Sandra King woke up slowly with the feeling that something was wrong. The feeling was intense and made her want to shut her eyes again and become lost in that cloudy nothingness that felt so secure.

Yet, before she could drop back into that dark abyss, she heard the constant tap tap tap across the room in the darkness. Sitting up she strained her eyes to see if she could make out what was making that distracting tapping noise.

Steadily creeping to the bottom of the bed, not daring to place her bare feet on the invisible floor. Her knees pushing down the blanket as she reached the iron bar that made up the foot of the bed. Leaning over the iron bar, the cold cutting into her stomach causing her to shiver. She reached out, stretching as far as her fingertips to go she brushed a cold hard object. Clutching the edge she brought it back to her face so that she could try to make out what it was in the darkness. She could feel the movement inside the object. It was familiar and suddenly she knew that it was simply a clock.

Squinting into the face, she angled the clock in an attempt to get a glimmer of light to cross the oval glass face. Shifting back and forth she found the thin stream of light and read. 7:00. She knew it was night, there was no light streaming in to give any semblance of daylight.
Why was she in this strange room at seven pm? It made no sense to her. The last thing she remembered after arriving at the train station in Omaha, was coming up the walk to her Grandparents house.

Where was her grandmother and why was she feeling so fuzzy and thick. “Where in the world am I?” Oh no, she did not sound like herself, she sounded hoarse and stuffy. Had she been drugged? With the tapping of the clockworks filling the room, she felt more comfortable to examine this dark room.

Climbing off the bed she cautiously placed her feet on the floor and shuffled directly across the room until she touched the wall. Her hands slid along the wall and she felt the narrow knob coming out of the wall. She flipped it up and the light almost blinded her. The overhanging light fixture reflected off of the orange walls causing even more confusion. Why was she in an orange room? Who painted a room orange?

Her confusion was growing by the moment. She saw the stark white door that was closed on the far wall. She rushed over to it her feet cold on the concrete floor. She had the fleeting thought she might be in a basement. Concrete floors were often in basements. Perhaps she was not in danger, but if not, then what the heck was she doing here.

Grasping the knob she turned it and the door creaked open. She was looking into a narrow hallway and she was uncertain which way to go. Her logic was intact and she knew that if she thought to go right she needed to go left. She aways had gone the wrong direction when given a choice. So she immediately went left.

The moment she reached the end of the hallway, she once again had to make another decision. She could go up the stairs to the right or she could go down the corridor to the left. She wanted to gt out of this clammy cold basement. She climbed the steps listening for any sound of occupancy. She heard nothing. She reached the door at the top of the stairs and she slowly turned the knob and once again entered an old linoleum floored kitchen.

The gray flecked table with chrome legs sat in the center of the room. Sitting at the table was a person. Sandra could see the stooped shoulders of a gray haired old woman with a shawl around her shoulders and fluffy pink slippers on her feet.

“Grandma? Is that you?”

She saw the head turn around on stooped shoulders and she saw a mouth full of large teeth that gleamed in the dim kitchen light.

“Sandra, Honey, Where have you been? Why are you creeping around like that?”

Sandra looked confused at her grandmother and shrugged her shoulders. “Grandma? Why was I in the basement? Who put me there? Did you know I was in the dark in the basement?”

“No, child, I didn’t know you were in the basement. I waited on you to come to the door, and you never did. Why are you sneaking around. Were you hiding in the orange room in the basement? Do you not remember that your Grandfather did not want you in that room?”

“Grandma, you are scaring me. I had forgotten that Grandfather did not like me to go down to his workshop. I don’t know how I got there. I am a little fuzzy.”

Are you on drugs Sandra? Are you back doing drugs again like you did as a teenager?”

“I did not do drugs Grandma, I was always afraid to do drugs after what happened to Mama. Remember, Grandma?”

The old woman turned again moving her entire body this time to face the young woman shivering next to the basement door. “Tell me Sandra, why do you keep calling me Grandma? Don’t you remember Grandma died almost ten years ago? Are you ill again Sandra?”

“Grandma died? Ten years ago? Oh my God…  you’re right. She did!  Who are you?”

Sandra dropped onto her heels with her knees folded under her. “Who are you and why was I in the orange room? What is going on?”

The woman’s face was spidery with wrinkles and her grin was not a friendly smile, it was a toothy smile that looked more evil than benign.

“Sandra, Do you not recognize me? Your Mama? Come give me a hug my dear.”

Sandra started screaming, “No no, My Mama is dead, who are you? Who are you?”

The old woman stood her back bent with age and her hand rested on a cane. “Come to me child. Come to your Mama”

“My…my mother died years ago. She died in the hospital when I was a teenager. I do not know who you are. I want my Grandmother. Stay away from me. Stay back!”

The dark eyes of the old woman stared at the young woman. “I am your Mother. I have been away a long time. I am back now. Now you will pay for choosing your grandparents over me.”

Sandra stood, kicked the cane out from under the old lady’s hand, and ran out the back door. She ran as fast as she could through the brush until she reached the house that she remembered as Mr. Coventry’s.

She knocked on the door and knocked again for good measure. When the old man opened the door and saw the ashen face of the young woman he was shocked.

“Is this little Sandra?”

Sandra opened her mouth to tell him that it was indeed, when she felt a gnarled hand on her back. She turned just in time to see the old woman reaching for her again. Screaming directly into the old woman’s face she hurried closer to Mr. Coventry. “Help me, Please!”

Mr. Coventry was unable to believe his eyes. He recognized this old beaten down woman with the snarled hair and the wrinkled face. He remembered her when she too was a young mother and wife. He remembered her before she went mad after the death of her husband.

He could remember like it was yesterday, driving the ambulance that took her to the sanitarium on the other side of the county.

He remembered her screams, wails and threats as they walked her out arms wrapped and bound tightly around her waist.

“Dotty! Dotty! It’s me. Earl… remember me Dotty? Remember how I took care of you before? How did you get here Dotty? Did you run away?”

Dotty’s eyes shifted from Sandra to Earl and back again. “I didn’t mean any harm. I saw her coming up the walk. I didn’t mean any harm. I love her. She’s my baby. I just wanted her to stay with me. I knew she wouldn’t stay unless I put her in the orange room. I just wanted my baby. I missed my baby. Is that so bad? I didn’t hit her hard, just hard enough to make her sleep. I didn’t mean any harm. You believe me don’t you, Earl?”

“Of course I do, Dotty, of course you love her, she’s your baby. I know you didn’t mean any harm, girl. Sandra’s fine. She is just fine. Come with me and lets get you settled.for the night. Come on with Earl, Girl.”

Sandra watched the interaction between the two, clarity coming to her finally. This was her mother, her mother that has been locked away most of her life. She was afraid of her mother, but she believed Earl would keep her safe.

Sandra, smiled a nervous fake smile and assured her mother that she was going to be fine. She was scared but she knew not to startle the old woman. “Let’s go with Earl… Mother.”

Sandra almost choked calling her Mother, but she felt it was the right thing to do. Sandra and Dotty followed Earl into the house and once the coffee had been made they all sat at the table and Earl calmly explained to Dotty that he would return her home. She would be fine and no one would be mad about her escape. She looked at him with trust.

His kindly face showed her there was nothing to fear. Sandra waited until Earl and Dotty had left in the long white ambulance before heading back to her grandmother’s home.

She was in a rush to get her car and go to a local motel. She was absolutely not going to spend the night in that house. She was going to put the house up for sale and never come back.

She never wanted to see the house, her mother or the orange room in the basement ever again, and she never did.

Book Review: The Road to Eden by Rachelle du Bois

 

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The Road to Eden, Oak Series Book 1 by Rachelle du Bois


My rating: **** of *****

I enjoyed the story of Adam Blythe and Eve Vermont. They had so much to overcome. Eve was secretive and obviously dealing with something that was causing her pain when she first arrived at Adam’s home as the housekeeper. Adam and his mother both made her feel welcome and she soon found herself attracted to the oldest son.

Eve was known to sneak away often. Adam did not know what the problem she was facing and her secretiveness was about.

He was curious as to why she would leave late at night and was making secretive phone calls. It was a strange night when they came together in a beautiful moment. They had to work around many little miscommunications, but they did it beautifully.

The writing is beautiful and the characters are well formed. Sometimes it seems that the characters are just too beautiful and perfect. It is an easy read. I enjoyed this book and was glad to learn their story. It was good to see what inspired Martin, the younger brother, as well. He is featured in the next book of the series.

Sylvia Blythe, Adam and Martin’s mother is such a sweet addition. She is a lovely mother and a kind friend to Eve. This is the first of the series and I have read the second book as well. There is one other English language book available. What a great loving family.

I enjoyed this book. I will be reading more from Rachelle du Bois. She has several other books available in her native language. She lives in South Africa.

The book The Road to Eden is available in Kindle format at Amazon

Book Review: Oak Seed by Rachelle du Bois

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Oak Seed Oak, Series Book 2 by Rachelle du Bois

My rating: **** of *****

Martin Blythe and Alicia Venter meet in the most innocent of ways, but the feelings that they both shared was a shock to them. Neither one knows that the other is attracted and yet when they keep meeting in unexpected places, it becomes harder to resist that draw.

This book is sweet and endearing. The characters are very intelligent and sensitive.

Alicia and her sister Beth both work at a book store with their father and are not expecting anything like love to suddenly appear.

Oak Seed has a bonus relationship building in the sidelines and it is so cute and unexpected as well.

I really liked Alicia. She is a devoted sister and daughter and just a good person all round. The sisters are so loving to each other and the people around them. I especially liked Silvia, maybe something could be brewing for her.

Martin is also a caring man that has babies on his mind ever since his little niece was born.

If you enjoy a sweet tender love story with lovely characters then this is a book for you. Rachelle du Bois has done a great job presenting and telling the story of two families.

There is plenty of heat to their romance without being over the top. Oak Seed really was a very nice read.

The book Oak Seed is available in Kindle format on Amazon

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The Daily Prompt 2016 : The Second-Hand Hero

The Prompt from: The Daily Prompt 2016 by J. C. Cauthon

Take the following words, and use them in a short story or poem:

new, subtract, amused, escape, second-hand

The Second-Hand Hero by Sojourner McConnell

I woke up this morning in the mood for something new. I had known right away what it had to be. So I grabbed my checkbook and began to subtract the debits from my checking account. To assure I had the funds for my mid week escape. When I wake up in this type of mood, there is no other place that cures what ails me like, Susan’s Second-Hand Rose. That store amused me like no other. There were vintage clothing and shoes. I have always loved a good nineteen forties Dress.

It made me happy to dress like an actress in some of my favorite movies. The Egg and I, My Favorite Wife, I remember Mama. Oh, I do love a good nineteen forties movie. I loved wearing a dress that made me feel like Irene Dunn. Sure, I looked nothing like her. I for sure don’t speak like her. I am a country girl from Alabama with straight blond hair. I couldn’t pass for the beautiful Irene Dunn, if I tried. But I sure feel like her when I am in one of those dresses.

But today, I wasn’t interested in those dresses, or Irene Dunn. Today I wanted to find a well loved book. One that had been read by a sensible woman from the middle of last century. I wanted to fall in love with a man that had caused another woman’s heart to flutter in her chest right after the Second World War.

But not just any man. He had to be one of those handsome young men that felt the call to arms. A man that had enlisted with vim and vigor. A man that had written to his family regularly telling them of his love of God and country. A man that had stood up bravely on the shores of Normandy. A man that had loved deeply and was now afraid he would never love like that again.

I knew that he had come from a farming community somewhere in middle America. A man that would come home a little different than when he left. A little wiser, a little jaded and perhaps a little broken.  I  needed to find this man and mainly I needed to read his story.

Today, I needed to be the woman that saw him as he returned home, a hero. The woman that saw him as the only man she could love. The  woman that could acclimate him back to civilian life. The woman that made him able to love again. The woman that made him feel unafraid of loud clashes of thunder and vivid lightning. The woman that made him whole again.

Today, I needed to be that woman. I wanted to read myself into her words and see myself in her clothes, wearing her sturdy shoes. I wanted to read myself in her actions. I needed to be the woman that had sacrificed her own sleep to make sure that he was able to sleep through the night again. Today I needed to be the woman that loved that soldier.

I had only been inside the shop for a moment when I was approached by the owner. Susan always greeted me with a smile and called me by name, today was no different.

She asked, Lillian, what are you  looking for today, I have several nice dresses that I  just acquired.

I shook my head and told her “today I had something else in mind.”
I walked to the back wall where the second-hand books were stacked neatly on the floor to ceiling bookcase. I began to cull through the books hoping to find what I needed so desperately.

There were plenty of books on that large oak shelf that were about the war. The hard surfaces faded and the corners curled, but I did not find what I was seeking. I brought over the footstool that Susan kept for short people like me, to reach the higher shelves. I climbed up the first rung. There I was able to see what treasures were housed just above my head.

The faded greens and grays with the occasional pale orange and blood red bindings were a delight for my eyes. My nose was also twitching with excitement at the aroma of those books, some almost one hundred years old. My fingers felt thick with the ages old dust and oil of other people’s hands. Yet, I was in heaven. I had slid my fingers over every title written on the side panel of each and every book. Then I saw something that made my heart flutter. I took in a deep breath and smiled.

The title was Come Home My Darling by Dorothy Napier, the cover was deep blue and the letters were embossed. My fingers traced over the letters and I pulled it off of the shelf. I did not even step off the stool, I simply opened the book and read.

The train pulled into the station and the soldiers began to cover the cement platform like ants marching in green wool. Men in all manner of military garb stood shoulder to shoulder, duffel bags on their backs and nervous grimaces on their faces. Every eye was shifting back and forth as they looked desperately for familiar faces. One by one the grimaces became smiles when they found there was someone that loved them waiting at the station.

I watched hoping to find the one face that would respond to my smile. I wanted to be there when he came home, his welcoming wife. If he is not on this train, I will be here for the next, and the next. I will be here to welcome him home. No matter how many smiles I have to muster.

I sighed. Yes, in my hand was the book that had called me here. Here was the woman I needed to read about. I would wait with her on that crowded platform, waiting for him, our hero, to come home. I had found exactly what I needed. I took that blue hardback book to Susan. I paid in a hurry, ready to escape to my own home, to my own bed. To read the second-hand book that had so urgently called to me today, to meet my second-hand hero.

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Book Review: Story of a Secret Heart by Cassi Ellen

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Reading the book, Story of a Secret Heart was a unique read for me. The topic was not of your typical romance, mystery, or regular non-fiction genre. I liked the style and I liked the way the story unfolded. I was intrigued by the book, about Cassi, a woman that was not quite in control. In fact, she was most of the time, quite out of control. I know the story is true and so that makes it even more intriguing. I did think she might have drank and partied to excess and I worried about her health.

She is so well traveled and experienced. Even though I felt that she made some kind of flighty and dangerous decisions, I was following everything up until the last sentence. Then I was floored. I did not see the end coming.

Some of her escapades border on dangerous and I suppose the twenty somethings and the thirty somethings do live like that more than they did when I was thirty. The writing was not graphic or uncomfortable to read, but the situations Cassie found herself in were, a bit over the top for me. But I am older than Cassi and of a different mindset.

But the way it was presented was interesting and kept me reading. Really isn’t that what a book is supposed to do. Cassi is a fun, lively, sometimes confident and interesting person and she certainly lived in this book. I shared her pain at the first of the book. To be cheated on and dumped by Guy, a long term boyfriend is a painful event. Then to find Ben, a totally different type of man from Guy. Ben was a man that is totally interested, obsessed and possessive about her. I was happy for her.

Some of her adventures were way out of the norm from what I assume goes on in relationships, but again, I am old school. From that point on I worried about her throughout the rest of the book.

I can’t resist saying that I totally want to read what happens next. Now that I have come to grips with that last sentence. It is a funny, rocky, totally interesting and emotional book. Cassi also has an adorable relationship with her cat that I loved reading about. I also loved reading the quotes at the end of each chapter. They were prefect for the chapter and they were very enlightening. I can recommend it as a well written story that will really keep you involved. As I said, I am ready for book two.

The book is available on Kindle and through KindleUnlimited on Amazon

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Book Review: Proposals and Poison by Rachelle J. Christensen

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Proposals and Poison is book 3 in the Wedding Planner Mysteries. This is another fun episode of Adri Pyper’s life as a wedding planner. Adri the woman that believes in Happy ever afters and who also just happens to be sort of dating a divorce lawyer. Luke the divorce lawyer, Tony, the policeman, and Lorea, her assistant are all involved in this book.

The story has a murder of a totally unexpected person. Everyone and their brother have a theory about who killed the young woman. The gossips are going wild with rumors of who is inheriting a fortune from the untimely death of Adri’s friend. Adri as usual, is asked by Tony and Luke to stay out of this investigation as she keeps finding herself involved with murderers, criminals and near brushes with death.

Of course Adri can’t help but finding herself in the middle of the danger. This time there are some totally unexpected dangers for others. In this book, there is an over abundance of suspects, and that list keeps growing. Who would imagine so many devious and secretive things were going on in one person’s life. It sure keeps you guessing.

All the while, is love brewing? I have been following Luke and Adri for three books and I certainly am pulling for them to find a special place for each other in their hearts.

There are some great and crazy wedding ideas complete with kids and dogs. Rachelle always adds craft ideas and recipes in her book, which makes it even more fun to read. Proposals and Poison is really a fun book to read. As always Rachelle J. Christensen makes reading about a crime a fun event. Wonderful cast of characters. I hope there are more in store for these guys. I would love to read more about them all.

Proposals and Poison in addition to the other books in the series, Veils and Vengeance, and Diamond Rings Are Deadly Things, are all available in Paperback, Kindle and KindleUnlimited through Amazon

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Book Review: Compromising Miss Tisdale by Jessica Jefferson

Compromising Miss TisdaleCompromising Miss Tisdale by Jessica Jefferson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Compromising Miss Tisdale is a story with some fun and somewhat tainted characters. Duncan has become the Earl of Bristol. It is not a position he ever expected and not a position he felt ready to settle down and thrive with. He is quite the rake around London and had been sent away due to his misdeeds several years before.

Now Duncan was back in London and his Uncle was expecting him to indeed settle down. After the sudden and unexpected death of his brother he has inherited the title. He found himself drawn to a woman of utter structure and propriety. He fought hard against what he might feel. His friend who is also the brother of Ambrosia’s best friend assures the Earl, that she was the woman he should compromise in order to get her dowery.

The Tisdale family is fun loving and close knit. Ambrosia is the eldest daughter and has never accepted any proposal that have come her way. She does not know what she is waiting for, but she knows that she will recognize it when it comes along.

When she finds a shirtless man in the library, then she begins to wonder if she has found what she had been missing.

It is a fun and nice book by Jessica Jefferson. I am ready to read the other books in the series, just to get more from the Tisdale family. Tamsin and Lillian’s stories are available in the Regency Bloom Series.

This book as well as the others in the series are available on Kindle and KindleUnlimited through Amazon

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