Friday, February 28, 2014

Fifty First Times!!!!

Fifty First Times synopsis:

You always remember your first time...

 Whether it's the couple who decides not to go through with it, the two boys who finally aren't ashamed, the newlyweds whose wedding night could very well be their last night together, the deaf pair who have no choice but to take body language to a new level--or, of course, the two young lovers fumbling and laughing, getting everything wrong. These are the memories that will never fade.

Join nineteen fantastic authors as they pull back the curtain and give you a peek inside that one intense moment in their characters' lives when everything changes and nothing will ever be the same again.

Featuring stories from some of the hottest names in New Adult, Young Adult, and Romance including New York Times Bestselling authors J.Lynn/Jennifer Armentrout, Molly McAdams, Sophie Jordan, and Carrie Ryan.

NOTE: These stories are works of fiction. If you want to know about our first times, you'll have to buy us a pet monkey first.

Sunny's Review:

This is the best and worst idea for a book. The best because you have so many freaking amazing authors giving you short stories all in one place!!! The worst because you want so much more since you have all of these freaking amazing authors in one place!!!  I can't tell you how good this book is. I love it. You have so many stories and they are very sweet and showing one moment in the characters lives. All of these authors do a great job of making you fall in love with their characters in such a short time. I am now going to be buying so many new books because a few of these authors I have not read and I totally want to now.

I am giving this book 4.7 stars out of 5. You can't go wrong when you have J. Lynn, Molly McAdams, Sophie Jordan, Lisa Desrochers and so many more in one place. Just Amazing!!


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Thursday, February 27, 2014

A Tragic Wreck!!! By T.K. Leigh

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How can you continue living when you’re living a lie? How can you convince your body to stop feeling, your soul to stop caring, and your heart to stop beating? Haunted by her past, Olivia Adler flees Boston for a beach in Florida, leaving everyone behind, trying to shut the world out. Remaining a relative recluse in her self-imposed prison, she tries to turn everything off, wanting to feel nothing. But a new acquaintance won’t let that happen. After being away from Alexander for a month, his voice constantly ringing in her head, reminding her that her inability to confront her demons will not only destroy her, but also him, can she really be expected to want to feel again when it brings nothing but pain? Back in Boston, everywhere he turns, Alexander Burnham is reminded of Olivia… His Olivia… He tries to dull the ache left in his heart the only way he knows how… in the bed of a beautiful woman. But Alexander isn’t about to lose his Olivia. After a clue comes to light regarding Olivia’s whereabouts, can he convince her to return to Boston with him? When a force that has laid dormant for months resurfaces, can Alexander still protect her from the unknown danger? And when Alexander comes face to face with a shadow of both his and Olivia’s past, will he be able to tell her the secret that is threatening to tear them apart? A Tragic Wreck is the continuation of T.K. Leigh’s heart-breakingBeautiful Mess series.

Darra's Review:

I cannot express my love for Alexander. The moment this book was available, I spent the next 4 hours reading. Once again T.K. Leigh sucked me into her world of Mr. Burnham and Olivia's for the follow up book, A Tragic Wreck. I have been waiting for this follow up books for months and T.K. Leigh has been teasing us with pictures and little excerpts on FB and it has driven me mad!

This book starts right where A Beautiful Mess ended; in absolute disarray of their lives. Olivia could not handle the truth of what Alexander kept from her in all the time they were together. She can't live with him but can't function without him. The only sanity she has left remains when she meets a surfer she has eyed for the last month. The only problem is she can't mask the feelings she has for Alexander and move on with her life.

As for Alexander, he is left back in Boston knowing he has scared off the only person he has ever loved. My heart was broken 90% of this book. I know I had a looked like someone just kicked my puppy reading it. Now the story of what happens after the break up with Alexander, I cannot tell you. You may curse at me for spoiling it.

I will admit I wanted to yell, cuss, cry and smile when reading this. Okay, I cried....But I guarantee you will too. Loved it till the end. I need more Mr. Burnham and expect him as fast as humanly possible!

I rate the book a 4.8 out of 5. This is an epic rating for an epic story. I will only expect the next book to be the best. One of the best love stories.....sigh.

Dream Cast for A Tragic Wreck

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T. K. Leigh, otherwise known as Tracy Leigh Kellam, is a producer / attorney by trade. Originally from New England, she now resides in sunny Southern California with her husband, dog and three cats, all of which she has rescued (including the husband). She always had a knack for writing, but mostly in the legal field. It wasn’t until recently that she decided to try her hand at creative writing and is now addicted to creating different characters and new and unique story lines in the Contemporary Romantic Suspense genre. When she’s not planted in front of her computer, writing away, she can be found running and training for her next marathon (of which she has run over fifteen fulls and far too many halfs to recall). Unlike Olivia, the main character in her Beautiful Mess series, she has yet to qualify for the Boston Marathon. Social Links

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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Forgiving Lies by Molly McAdams


A matter of secrets...
Undercover cop Logan "Kash" Ryan can't afford a distraction like his new neighbor Rachel Masters, even if she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. To catch a serial killer, he needs to stay focused, yet all he can think about is the feisty, long-legged coed whose guarded nature intrigues him

A matter of lies...
Deceived and hurt before, Rachel would rather be a single, crazy cat lady than trust another guy, especially a gorgeous, tattooed bad boy with a Harley, like Kash. But when his liquid-steel eyes meet hers, it takes all of Rachel's will-power to stop herself from exploring his hot body with her own.

A matter of love...
As much as they try to keep it platonic, the friction between them sparks an irresistible heat that soon consumes them. Can Kash keep Rachel's heart and her life safe even as he risks his own? Will she be able to forgive his lies ... or will she run when she discovers the dangerous truth?



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I really have enjoyed Molly’s past books and this will be among the list. The characters are real and her writing flows from one page to the next.
Kash and Mason take this job that takes them to Austin to live right next to Candice and Rachel. Kash wants to keep focused on work and that is just not going to happen with Rachel next door. She becomes the person you can’t help but want to be around with all the time for Kash. She is all he wants.
Rachel loves everything about him, even when he is being an asshole. Honestly, who wouldn’t love Kash? And that lip ring…J Someone from her past pops up. Blake…her crush blast from the past. Which is also is Candice’s cousin. But what does she do? And the twisted relationship and feelings arise. It is just not what you thought at the beginning of the story.
I really hate when someone gives their review and says wayyy too much. So I will keep it simple. You will love Kash and Mason. You will feel for Rachel. And  Candice is cheertastic!
Loved it till the end and am super excited to read more about Tampa. Readers look out for Deceiving Lies in March. It is a must read if you have a cliffhanger hangover!
I rate the book a 4.5. It’s Molly McAdams! Never doubt the awesomeness of her books.

Sunny's Review:

So first off I love that Molly's book take place in Texas. I am from Austin so I love reading anything that takes place there. Forgiving Lies is one of my new favorites from Molly. I love Kash. He is definitely AWESOME with his piercings and tattoos. I like that he is a cop and has focus. He obviously will do whatever he can to keep his family safe including moving to a new city to go under cover. Rachel is great too. She has had to deal with her parents death but lucked out in that Candice's family has been there 110% for her. She moves with Candice to go to school and they are about to graduate. I love that Molly does a great job with Candice and Mason too. They are secondary characters but you fall in love with both of them too. Mason is totally a big brother figure for Rachel and will even put her a little bit about Kash who is his best friend and partner. I really love him. There was one thing about Kash that really kind of made me mad. It was an issue I had with Gage in From Ashes too. I am not going to say what it is b/c I don't want to have a spoiler in here but there is one major flaw in my opinion with them...but you still fall head over heels for them.

I love Molly's books and while I am not sure if Kash will beat out Gage in my book boyfriend heart he is getting up there. I am giving this book 4.5 stars out of 5. I can't wait to get my hands on Decieving Lies and finding out what Kash does. Molly ended this book with a heck of a cliff hanger and I am so glad that I get to see what happens this weekend. Trust us when we say you can not go wrong with Molly McAdams books!!!


Do Not Read If You Have Not Finished Forgiving Lies!!!!

“YOU GOOD?” I asked Mason as we headed back toward the elevators.

He shrugged and punched at the buttons on the wall. “There’s only so much you can do to

get them to go in a different direction. He wanted to follow his brother.”

The call from last night ended up being a drive-by involving a newer gang that we’d come

across recently, and one of the two victims had been L’il Tay, a thirteen-year-old Mason had been

trying to get off the streets over the last few months. And though Mason was acting like this was

just another case, I knew this was harder for him than the rest.

Knowing there was nothing I could say, I clapped his shoulder and let him be alone with

his thoughts. Grabbing my phone, I smiled when I was finally able to open Rachel’s text from

last night.
Sour Patch: Just so you know … cleaning up from a whipped cream war without you isn’t nearly
as fun. See you when you get home. Love you.

We just finished up, be home soon babe. Love you too.
The doors to the elevator opened and we stepped in. As they were closing, someone started

yelling my name from down the hall, and Mason caught the door just in time.

“Ryan! Gates!” Sergeant Ramirez ran toward us, and as soon as he was in the elevator

started pounding on the CLOSE DOORS button.

I suppressed a groan. All I wanted to do was get home to Rachel and Trip.

“We already have three units at the scene, and I’ll be following you there.”

Ramirez was a K-9 unit, why were they wanting his dog, Crush, there … and what scene?


“I know you’re anxious to get there, but you know we’re doing everything we can for

this.” The elevator was already moving, but Ramirez kept stabbing at the ground level button.

“How are you holding up? You look really calm, are you in shock? Maybe you should let Gates


That seemed to snap Mason out of his thoughts. His hand jerked away from his mouth and

his eyes widened. “Why would I need to drive?”

“And why would I be in shock?” My heart started racing as Ramirez started hitting the

OPEN DOORS button.

Ramirez shot us a strained, sympathetic look before ushering us out to the underground

parking lot. “You weren’t informed?”

“Of what?” I was supposed to be the one in shock. So it had something to do with me.

Everyone close to me starting flipping through my mind until a sinking feeling hit my chest and

stomach. Oh God … Rachel. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry, I thought someone already told you, you were supposed to be informed

already,” he mumbled to himself as he kept walking toward the lot. “Look, I’m sorry I’m the one

that has to tell you this.” He stopped walking abruptly and turned to look at me. His expression

was one I had seen so many times, and had even had to use myself. It felt like time slowed as I

waited for him to tell me one of fifty scenarios that were speeding through my mind. “A call

came in to dispatch about an hour ago. It was your fiancée, Ryan. The only thing that came from

her end of the call was her saying her name, someone had broken in—”

I didn’t wait to hear the rest, I took off running for my truck and had just gotten to the

driver’s door when Mason slammed me into the side and ripped the keys from my hand. After

barking at me to get in the passenger seat, he fired up the engine and peeled out of the lot.

“This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening, Mase, tell me this isn’t fucking happening!”


“Damn it!” I roared and punched at the dashboard. “I don’t even know if she’s okay,

Mason! What was Ramirez saying, did he say if she’s okay? Is she—oh God. Rach, baby, please

be alive,” I whispered and slumped into my seat, raking my hands over my face.

I heard Mason on the phone calling into dispatch and asking questions about what

happened, but I couldn’t focus on his exact words or the muffled response coming from the

dispatcher. I just kept praying over and over again that she was okay. I could deal with our place

being broken into. I could replace all that. But I couldn’t replace Rachel.

Mason nudged my arm and I snapped my head to the left to look at him. “Sorry, you

weren’t responding. They don’t know if she’s alive, but there’s no blood. So just focus on that,


“W-what? No … what do you mean?”

He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel. “From what units at the scene—uh,

your place—are saying, whoever broke in … they uh, they took Rachel.”

Mason was saying something else, but I couldn’t hear anything past the blood rushing

through my ears. When we got to the house, the front door was hanging like it had been kicked

in, but the rest of the front looked completely normal. Save for the dozens of officers and

detectives that were walking in and out of it. Remembering the faux-wall in the closet, I prayed

like hell that Rachel was using it and took off for the large closet in the bathroom.

When I flipped on the light in the closet, dread filled me when I saw the drag marks on the

carpet. I called one of the officers that had been taking pictures of the bedroom to get a few

pictures of the carpet before I walked in, and all hope left me when all I found behind that wall

was our puppy. I grabbed him and pulled him into my chest as I fell back against the wall, and

the tears that had been threatening, started spilling over.

“Kash, you need to see this,” Mason said softly from the doorway to the closet. I looked

over at him, rolled to my knees and stood. “Give me Trip. Go into the bedroom and look at the

wall. We’ll find her, okay? I swear to you we’ll find her.”

I handed him the golden retriever and rushed into the bedroom that looked like a hurricane

had hit it. My eyes widened when they finally landed on the wall opposite our bed. A roar filled

the room, and before I could realize it came from me, two officers were holding me back and

trying to get me to sit down on the bed.

On the wall in red spray paint were the words DID YOU THINK WE WOULD FORGET?

Underneath was a symbol. One both Mason and I’d had tattooed on our left forearms during our

last undercover narcotics assignment with Juarez’s gang.

“How?” Mason was asking a detective that was in the room with us. And that was a damn

good question. Juarez had put a hit on Mase and me before we could take down his gang, but it

had died when the guys hired were thrown in prison for another murder. And I knew for a fact

Juarez and his boys were all in prison. “Recruiting people from the inside who got out? Or just

using people he trusts? Set up questioning with each of them separately.”

I looked up when Detective Byson’s cell rang. His mouth snapped shut from answering

Mason and he answered the call. “Byson.” His eyes shot over to me and a grim look crossed his

face as he listened. “Mmhm … Yeah. Set up something with Juarez and his attorney

immediately. I’m on my way.” He turned to face me and slid his phone back in the holder on his

belt. “Rachel is alive.”

“Thank God,” I breathed and tried to stand, but the officers were still holding me there.

“A call was placed about fifteen minutes ago, demanding that every charge against Juarez’s

gang be dropped. Before the dispatcher could ask anything, the caller said they would call back

in two days and expected progress on the charges being dropped, and would continue to call

every two days until every member of the gang was released. If there isn’t progress, there will be

consequences, and if they aren’t released within the month … she dies.”

“Kash, Kash, Kash calm down. Come on, man. Calm down. I know.”

Mason gripped my shoulders and I tried to focus on him. The other two officers were now

struggling to keep me down as I thrashed against them. Where I was going to go when I got

away from them, I didn’t know, I just needed to go. They had my girl. I needed to find out who

they were, and I needed to get her back.

“I know this is hard. But we’ll find her. I swear.” Mason looked just as panicked as I felt,

and it was then I noticed the wetness in his eyes he was trying to keep back.

When I finally stopped struggling, the officers let me go at Mason’s request, but he kept

me seated on the bed. “I need to get her back, Mason. I have to.”

“We will.”

“I’ll do anything.”

A determined look settled over his face and he whispered low enough that only I could

hear him. “Anything to bring the fuckers down, right?”

I slammed my fist against his and swore, “Always.”

I WALKED INTO Mason’s apartment that evening with a bag slung over one shoulder, and

Trip in my arms. Our bedroom was still being considered a crime scene, and I was asked to stay

out of it for the night as they processed more and continued to take fingerprints. Not that I
thought I would be able to stay there even after they were done anyway, without Rachel … I

didn’t know how I would handle being there.

After dropping the bag in the room I’d occupied for years when Mason and I’d shared an
apartment, I fell heavily onto the bed and kept Trip secured tightly to my chest as I stared at

A fear unlike anything I’d ever known had coursed through my body the moment I’d

realized Rachel was at a murderer’s home last fall, and that I’d let her walk away with him.

When the call between us had been dropped after I’d heard her scream, I hadn’t even let myself

believe I wouldn’t find her and bring her back alive.

But the fear I’d experienced that early morning could never be compared to the fear that

had been crippling me all day. At least when she was with Blake, I’d had an underlying

knowledge of what Blake was capable of. Now, though, I didn’t know who had her, what they

were doing to her, and what they could do. I just knew what they’d threatened to do.

For close to ten hours, a handful of detectives had questioned every member of Juarez’s
gang, the two men hired to kill Mason and me last year, and family members as well. No one

was talking, and the only living extended family of Juarez and his boys that we could track down
had either turned their backs on the members of the gang, or were afraid of them. I hadn’t been

allowed in any of the interviews since I was too close to the caseagain—so I’d spent hours

seeing if anyone on the street had heard anything, and looking for Rachel’s cell phone which

we’d later found ten miles away from the house in a trash can at a gas station. A gas station

whose indoor and outdoor cameras just happened to be down.
There’d been nothing to go off from the anonymous call placed regarding their demands

and threats for Rachel’s safety, and although they said they’d call back every two days, I’d hoped

like hell they would’ve called back again. But there was nothing. We had leads that weren’t

talking, and didn’t have a reason to talk, and nothing else.
And my girl was gone.

Pain seared my chest and I prayed to God that He would keep her safe. He could do
whatever He wanted with me … as long as she came back alive.
There was a shuffling near the other side of the room, and I looked over to see Mason

standing in the doorway.
“How are you holding up?”
I sucked hard on my lip ring when my chin started shaking, and looked back to the wall.
How the hell does he think I’m holding up? Rachel’s gone and probably being tortured, and I

can’t do anything!
“We’ll find her, Kash.”

Unable to speak yet without breaking down, I nodded my head hard, once. We have to find

her, and we have to do it tomorrow. I didn’t care if they’d given her a month to live or not. They

also said there would be consequences if there wasn’t progress in two days, and I wasn’t willing
to let her find out what those consequences were. Seeing how the possibility of giving the takers

what they wanted was slim, finding her was the only other option.
“I love her too, I’ll do anything to get her back.”

“Do you mean that?” I choked out when he turned to leave.

He turned back and gave me an odd look. “Of course I do.”

“They aren’t going to release Juarez.”

“I know,” he said on a sigh.

“Chief told me tonight before I left that I was off this case.”

“Know that too. What are you getting at, Kash?”

I swallowed past the tightness in my throat and shook my head quickly. “We had to do a

lot of things in the years that we were in undercover narcotics that I wish I could erase from my

memory. But you and I agreed before we ever started, we would do anything to take the fuckers


“And I’ll do anythinganything, Mase—to bring these fuckers down too.”

He stared at me for a few tense moments before responding, “I know what we agreed on,

and we’ll do what we always do. But don’t do something stupid. There are a lot of people

looking for her. We’ll find her.”

Fear was quickly turning to rage and determination. “Yeah, we will.”

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Molly McAdams grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry daughter. Her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling and long walks on the beach, which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. When she's not at work, she can be found hiding out in her bedroom surrounded by her laptop, cell, Kindle and fighting over the TV remote. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies, fried pickles and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm...or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.
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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Midsummer SWEETHEART by Katy Regnery

During the annual Montana festival of Midsommardagen, a law enforcement official must protect a beautiful nurse from her past, thereby breaking his own vow to never risk his heart.

Erik Lindstrom never had much faith in love. He saw his parents’ marriage collapse and vowed to avoid the same anguish himself. His fiercely protective nature drew him to a career in law enforcement, where he’s managed to keep himself and his heart safe…until now.

Katrin Svenson is in danger. After leaving her home in secret, her only hope for safety seems to lie in the hands of a man who has steeled himself against her deep blue eyes and sunny smile. But sparks fly between the nurse and her handsome protector, and those sparks become fire as Katrin melts the ice surrounding Erik’s heart. That fire will ward off the dark force determined to keep their sweet midsummer nights from being an impossibly perfect forever.

Sunny's Review:

Katy may have written an almost perfect guy. Eric is blond, blue eyed, strong and reads! Total swoon. Only bad part is that he doesn't want any relationships. He wants to keep Kat safe from the very beginning. Kat is really great too. She is forced to move & basically restart her life since her ex is stalking & threatening her. She starts spending time with Eric and they get to know each other.

I am giving this book 4 out of 5 stars. You get summer romance with a little bit of action & suspense. You will fall in love with the characters and scenery in this book. 

Author Bio:

Katy is a 2013 NECRWA First Kiss and 2013 NTRWA Great Expectations contest finalist who has always loved telling a good story and credits her mother with making funny, heartwarming tales come alive throughout her childhood. A lifelong devotee of all Romance writing, from Edwardian to present-day, it was just a matter of time before Katy tried her hand at writing a love story of her own. Katy lives in the relative-wilds of northern Fairfield County, Connecticut where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband, two young children and two dogs create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories of all can often be the messy or unexpected ones. Katy has a Paranormal alter-ego: KP Kelley -
Her Paranormal It's You is scheduled for a Winter 2014 release. 


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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Legal Briefs Cover Reveal!!!

Title: Legal Briefs (Lawyers in Love #3) Author: N.M. Silber Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy/Light Adult Contemporary Romance (18+) Publication Date: April 22, 2014 Cover Design: R. Doyle from Literati Author Services, Inc. Publisher: Mendelssohn Levy Publishing Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

~ Synopsis ~

Once upon a time, two lawyers fell in love ... Smart and sassy lawyer, Lily Adler, has been waging an epic battle with handsome and cocky Assistant District Attorney, Adam Roth since "the glitter incident" in preschool when they were four. Their friends' marriage, a mysterious neighbor, a federal trial, and some bossy big sisters guarantee they'll be spending plenty of time together. When they try to learn to play nicely, will they discover that their reaction to each other is even more volatile when they aren't fighting? Can they avoid the mobsters trying to kill them and figure out a way to be together without killing each other?

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Once upon a time ... N.M. Silber was a criminal defense attorney who got up each morning, donned her power suit and sensible pumps, downed a gallon of coffee and set out to "fight the good fight" while trying to not go insane. Having a dark sense of humor and a sarcastic wit helped -- a lot. Another thing that helped was reading. As escapism was the goal, she liked to read romance novels, especially really funny ones and really sexy ones. Then one day something beautiful happened -- she read one that was both funny and sexy at the same time. She hung up her power suit, put away her sensible pumps and moved her coffee mug to her computer. Now she writes funny and smutty romance novels herself and she lives happily ever after.

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Pulled Beneath by Marni Mann

Title: Pulled Beneath (Pulled Series #1)

Author: Marni Mann

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: March 18th, 2014

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What happens when you uncover years of secrets and find out everything you thought to be true was a lie?

Drew Stevens finds her world turned upside down when her parents are brutally murdered. Soon after, she learns she inherited a property in Bar Harbor, Maine from recently deceased grandparents that she believed had died when she was a baby.

 Drew travels north to settle her grandparents’ estate, but finds more questions than answers as the truth starts unraveling. What she didn’t expect to find was Saint, whose reputation was as tumultuous as his past. But the very thing that brought them together was the same thing that kept them emotionally caged.

 With Saint’s scars so deep and Drew’s so fresh, can the pair heal from their painful wounds or will they be pulled beneath the darkness of their pasts?


About Marni Mann:

A New Englander at heart, Marni Mann, now a Floridian is inspired by the sandy beaches and hot pink sunsets of Sarasota. She taps a mainstream appeal and shakes worldwide taboos, taking her readers on a dark and breathtaking journey. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop, she’s scouring for chocolate, traveling, reading, or walking her four-legged children.

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Friday, February 14, 2014

It is Valentine's Day!

So Ladies and Gent's. It is the Hallmark holiday of the year, Valentine's Day! Every significant other is buying you flowers and chocolates(if not, get it together dumbass). I wanted to take time out of my day to give everyone a reason why they love this day. Married, engaged or single, anyone with eyes will enjoy this. Hope you have a great one!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Savage Delight by Sara Wolf!!!

Light meets dark. Secrets meet truth. 

It's been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it'll stretch into infinity.

After a run-in with her mom’s ex-boyfriend, she scrabbles to remember what she’s lost to amnesia. Her ex-nemesis Jack falls deeper into a pit of despair, and his girlfriend Sophia does all she can to keep him to herself. But as Isis’ memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.

As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.

Her past.

***This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.

***This is the second book in the Lovely Vicious series.

Part 3

Dr. Mernich is the kind of woman who forgets to brush her hair but somehow makes the crazed lunatic look work for her, which is weird, because she works with crazies. Not that crazies are bad. I’ve met a few and am probably one of them. I just don’t know it. Or I do. But I refuse to let it get in the way of my fabulousness hard enough to require a shrink. Mernich is my way out of this place, in any case. She’s the one who’s keeping me here until she’s satisfied I’m alright in the head. Which is dumb, because mentally I am a diamond fortress of impenetrable logic and sexiness.
Dr. Mernich clears her throat. “Isis, you’re –”
“I will someday not think aloud, and that will be a sad day for humanity. Also, quieter.”
“How are you feeling today?”
“Parts of me are feeling lots of things! For instance, my intestines are feeling lots of things! That means I need to poop. Sometime in the next hour. In addition to this riveting prospect, I’m worried about my mom so if you could just write me a note so I can get out of here that’d be great.”
“What have we said about avoiding the subject with flippant jokes?”
I squirm. “Uh, it’s vaguely negative. I think.”
“And why is it vaguely negative?” She asks patiently and scribbles some more.
“Because I don’t confront anything, I just run away from it,” I recite.
“That’s right.”
“But to be clear I run away from it like a Baywatch babe, not a fat, sweaty kid in gym class. I mean, I am still fat as heckie but it’s an alluring sort of fat, you feel me?”
“Isis, do you really think you’re fat?”
“Duh. And unlovable. But you already know that.”
Her eyes spark. Of course she already knows that, she’s spent two weeks with me, talking about my life. I’d stalled around her with jokes for a good week until I realized she was the one who gives the go-ahead to let me out. And then I had to start actually cooperating with an adult. Ugh.
“You already know everything about me, right?” I tilt my head. “So c’mon. Why don’t you just let me out of this – pardon my French – absolute shithole?”
She adjusts her glasses. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’m certain there are still some things we need to work on. You’re close, but not quite there.”
Even this shrink is obvious. Her self-satisfied little smile as she says that gives it all away. The trophies and awards lining her stuffy walls give it away.
“You like it. Knowing things about people. It makes you feel powerful.”
Dr. Mernich looks up from her scribbling, the faintest whiff of startled hanging around her.
“Excuse me?”
“You. Like. The. Ego. Trip. Shrinking. Gives. You,” I say slowly. “I understand. I see things about people and I just love knowing I know. It’s weird. It’s stupid. But mostly it’s fun and it makes me feel superior. Maybe I’ll turn it into a way to make money someday, too. I gotta think about that kind of stuff, you know, with college and everything a few months away.”
Mernich is completely frozen for point four seconds, and then she starts scribbling madly. She does that when I say something super interesting that she can dissect. So she scribbles a lot. Because I am, objectively, an insanely interesting person. I better be! I work hard to be interesting, dammit!
“Anyway what was I saying?” I scratch my chin. “Right, I feel really cooped up and sort of tired of hospitals. Also I feel bad for Sophia. Did you know she has no parents? And her grandma died? How sucky is all that death? Majorly sucktastic.”
Mernich nods. “I’m her psychologist as well. She’s quite the strong girl, if a little tragic.”
“Wow. That’s sort of condescending? I said I feel bad for her but you went straight to giving her labels like tragic? Wow. That’s interesting. Wow.”
I can see Mernich start a glare behind her glasses, but she quickly cuts it off and resumes her usual passive face. Oh, she’s good. But not better than me. Not better than Jack.
I pause, my swinging legs stopping under the chair. Jack? Where did that come from? How would I know Jack is any good? I haven’t been around him for more than thirty seconds that first time when I woke up and he yelled at me.
“What about Jack, Isis?”
“Uh, I don’t know. It just…it just popped into my head. Which is weird. I mean, most things that pop into my head are really weird, like that one time when I thought about Shrek in Victoria’s Secret underwear, but I think this actually beats Shrek’s Secret.”
Mernich leans back. “What do you remember before the incident, Isis?”
“I was applying to colleges. Boring.”
“And before that?”
“I…I was at school. And I – I yelled. At someone. I don’t remember who. Kayla, maybe. Maybe Wren? Yeah, I think Wren.”
“What did you yell about?”
My palm suddenly stings, and I remember the sudden feeling of slapping someone.
“I slapped someone. I yelled and I slapped them. Wren must’ve done something stupid, I don’t know.”
“And before that? Do you remember any major events?”
“There was a party. A big one. Avery’s house. Halloween – I dressed up as Batgirl.”
“Did Kayla go?”
“Yeah, she was a mermaid. Her and her boyfriend – ugh, what’s his name? I don’t remember his name, but I know I slightly despised him.”
“Despise is an awfully strong feeling.”
“Yes well being alive is an awfully strong feeling.”
“Isis –”
“I didn’t like him. Or, something about him rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t know.”
“And can you recall what happened at the party?”
My head suddenly gives a massive throb, my spine tingling with pain. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub them.
“Isis? What can you remember?”
Leo’s face comes back, leering at me from the doorway. Panic wells up in my throat. I’m not going to be able to save Mom.
“I – I don’t know! Stuff!”
“Try to remember specifics. Did you drink anything? Did you dance? Who was wearing what costume?”
“Wren was…he was a green guy. Link! Link from Zelda. And I drank…coke. I think. With rum. Don’t tell my Mom that. We joke about me drinking but she doesn’t really know I drink. And I danced and there was someone –”
He’s going to hurt her. He’s hurt someone before. He hurt Sophia. Sophia? No, that’s not right. Leo doesn’t know her. Who, then, has hurt Sophia? A baseball bat. Avery came at me with a baseball bat, and someone grabbed it. I can see their broad, spidery hand wrapped around it, wrenching it from her, their low voice saying something with an amused tone to a startled, frozen Avery –
The pain ricochets through my head like a tennis ball on fire.
“Fuck!” I grab my forehead and put it between my knees.
“Take deep breaths, Isis,” Mernich says softly. “You’re doing well, but don’t give up now. What else happened there?”
A bed. A soft bed, someone’s soft lips, someone whispering my name –
The pain splinters, blossoming in my brain like a demented, evil flower. I can’t see anything – the world goes black and my ears ring.
That’s what you get for trusting someone.
Maybe I’ll love you. If you hold still.
Mernich says something but I can’t hear her. It hurts. It hurts and I want it all to stop.
You got guts. I like that. 
Have fucking fun trusting nobody for the rest of your life!
I don’t go out with ugly girls.
“Isis! Look at me!”
I look up. Mernich’s face is pale. 
“It’s okay. You don’t have to push yourself anymore. I’m sorry. Just breathe. In, and out. There you go. Slowly. Sit up.”
When I lean back into the chair, I realize my hands are shaking. My whole body is trembling, like a thread in the breeze.
“Why?” I murmur. “Why can’t I remember what happened?”
She pulls her clipboard out again and clicks her pen. “Well, to find that out, we need to go to the beginning.”
“You mean like, biblical genesis? Because I have three rules for a happy, fulfilling life, and never time travelling ever is one of them. Because, you know. Dinosaurs kill things. And the black plague. And let’s face it – with my supreme amounts of unnatural charm, I’d be burned as a witch.”
She chuckles. “No. Not that far. I just want you to tell me your story. The real one. The one about Will.”
I flinch, my skin crawling at the sound of his name.
“Pulling my own tongue out and setting it on fire would be preferable to talking about that guy.”
“I know. But I think it’s time to stop running. I think you know that, too.”
I hate her. I hate her so much. She’s the reason I can’t leave. I’m racking up more and more pricey bills the longer I stay here. She’s the reason Mom worries. But I can tell she really wants to know about Nameless. If I tell her the story, maybe she’ll let me go. Nothing else has worked so far. It’s worth a shot, even if that shot will pierce through my guts and leave them to bleed all over the floor.
“From the beginning?” I ask softly.
“From the beginning.” She nods.
I inhale, and let it out as a long sigh. Somewhere outside a bird chirps. I want its freedom more than anything.
“When I was in fifth grade, I developed a crush on a boy. This was my first mistake. He wasn’t a particularly attractive boy, he was sort of quiet and spit sometimes, but he had pretty, dark, silky hair. The female teachers complimented him on it. I wrote him a love note that said ‘I like your hair’ and he wiped his nose on it and gave it back to me at recess. I should’ve seen the warning signs in the mucus. But I was smitten. He’d paid attention to me! Me – the fat roly poly girl with frizzy hair and a constant cloud of B.O. surrounding her! He actually didn’t snub me, or push me in the mud, or call me a fat whale, he just wiped his nose on my declaration of love and gave it back to me. It was the most promising social signal I’d received in my short ten years of life on the planet Earth.
 Thus began my descent into utter madness.
I did anything short of committing crimes to get his attention. Also, I committed actual crimes. Like riding my bike on the freeway shoulder lane to get to his house and stare at him through his window while he played video games. But then I found out it was illegal! You can’t ride your bike on the freeway at all! So I started taking the bus to look at him through his window while he played videogames.
Anyway, so there I was, in the prime of my life, and by prime I mean not prime at all. Mom and Dad were going through the divorce, which involved a lot of shouting and money and guilt, so Aunt Beth offered her home for a few months so I wouldn’t have to switch schools, which turned into nearly five years, but Aunt Beth was totally cool about it. We had grilled cheese almost every night and she let me watch R-rated movies. So basically I’d died and gone to heaven and neither of my parents gave a diddly-damn except Mom who sometimes got guilty and sent me lots of exceptional socks. I love her, but really, socks?
So while my loveable gene donors were off debating who owned what vase for sixty months, I grew up in the loudest ways possible. Well, I wasn’t exactly loud back then, I was more an indoor-mouse-whisper kind of gal, but you get my drift. There were fights. One time, a girl tried to run me over with her scooter! Do you remember scooters? I remember scooters. My shinbone remembers scooters. One time that girl even gave me a frog! Because she was so nice! I found it in my locker! Actually I had tons of friends and by tons I mean everyone in the library who squeezed around my bulk to reach their books.”
“And what were you doing in the library?”
“Hiding. I read a lot of Jane Austen and cried. It was a formative experience.”
Mernich nods, motioning for me to continue. She’s doing it. She’s making me bring out the big guns. I sigh.
“Alright. No more pussyfooting around it. I met…Nameless…I can still call him that, right?”
“If you must.”
I take a deep breath.
“After stalking him for most of middle school, the first time I exchanged words with Nameless was at Jenna Monroe’s beach party in seventh grade. The girls were wearing pastel tankinis and swimming. I was wearing two sweatshirts and yoga pants and sitting with her Mom. I was still at a loss as to why Jenna Monroe invited me at all – Jenna was all legs and brown ponytails and glitter pens – the total opposite of my pudge and pencils. We’d been friends once, when we were still pooping ourselves and learning not to eat said poop, but judging by the way Jenna’s mom waved to me when I first came, I got the impression Jenna had no hand in inviting me at all.
Anyway, there I was, waist-deep in an element that sure as hell wasn’t mine. Girls were giggling, splashing water on each others’ boobs, and boys were around! Staring at the girls! Well, all the girls except me and Jenna’s mom. Will was there, so I hid behind the soda cans on the picnic table and tried to look like I wasn’t there. Being almost two hundred pounds is sort of counter-productive to invisibility, though. Everyone saw me. Even Will. It was like, two seconds of eye contact, and then he looked away. And I thought I was done for! Because, you know, when people look at you and you’re fat you think you’re done for.”
I look up, and I can see the faintest glaze coming over Mernich’s eyes. She’s skinnier than a beanpole. Probably has been her whole life. She has no idea what I’m talking about. No amount of college can teach her that. I laugh.
“You know what? Screw it. Just…I’ll just talk about the part you really wanna know. It’s what everyone wants to know. They don’t care about the how or the whys, just when and where and how quickly they can say ‘awww, I’m sorry’ or try to fix it.”
“That’s – that’s not what I meant at all, Isis –”
“No, you know what? It’s fine. It’s probably better this way. This way I don’t have to drag out my entire sordid history for you to pore over! Saves you time! I’m sure you’re a busy lady with a lot of crazy people to talk to and I’m, frankly, a total purveyor of common sense and not-time wasting, so. So you know what? Yeah. The day it happened it was raining. I was at his house. The frogs were outside and croaking because he lived near a marsh. That’s what Florida is. Marshes. Marshes and assholes. His mom had made us popcorn. My hands were oily. His hands were oily. We’d been secretly going out for two months but he wouldn’t let me tell anyone and when I tried to talk to him at school he ignored me, laughed at me and told me to buzz off. But then he’d apologize. When we were alone he was nice. Nicer. Marginally. I was fourteen. Fourteen, okay? I was fourteen and I thought I was in love and I would have done anything to keep him from leaving me –”
Bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it back and clench my fists on the armrests.
“Do you know what it’s like? Never wanting to lose another someone? Everyone else leaves. Mom and Dad left. I didn’t want him to leave. If he left, I would’ve lost it. He was the only normal thing in my life. He made me feel…when he smiled at me, he made me feel pretty. Do you know what that’s like, either? Being fat, being huge and gross and feeling huge and gross and then finding someone who makes you feel pretty? Do you know what you’d do to keep that person? You’d do anything. Anything in this world short of killing yourself.”
Mernich’s eyes are softer, now. But I don’t trust them anymore. This is what she wanted. She’s getting it. Her pen is scrabbling madly across the paper even as she opens her mouth to speak.
“I’m sorry, Isis. I didn’t mean to seem callous. But this is good. You, saying these things aloud, even if you hate me for bringing them out…it’s good. It’s helping.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
I’m shaking. My body trembles with a rage I can’t express. It’s not all anger at Mernich’s vapid, voracious curiosity, though. I’m not all mad at her. The anger is directed at someone else, too. Nameless. Myself. Mom and Dad.
Mernich pushes back in the chair. “We’ll stop here.”
She gets up and doubles around her desk, pulling out a familiar yellow slip.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“Writing you a discharge.”
“Not gonna grill me more? Not gonna ask me to come right out and say it? You were the one who said I needed to confront it, not run away.”
“This isn’t running away,” she says calmly, and rips the paper off and hands it to me. “I’ve been doing this for fifteen years, Isis. Some people need me – a total stranger – to listen. However, some people are only further injured when a total stranger listens. As a doctor, and with you as my patient, I can’t ascribe you continue speaking to me on this matter with a good conscious. I’m not the one who should hear it. Someone else – your mother, your father, maybe Kayla, or Sophia, or perhaps someone you haven’t met yet – one of them will make you feel safe enough to say it. One of them will be the one you decide to tell. It’s up to you.”
I stand, and grab the paper warily, like it’s a trap. But Mernich just smiles.
“Would you like your diagnosis?”
“I’m crazy.”
“Not at all. Do you know what disassociation is?”
“Something crazy people have.”
Mernich’s smile turns patient. “It’s what occurs when a person goes through a traumatic experience. It’s a…think of it like a coping mechanism for the brain. Say someone throws a snowball, and it’s going to hit your eye. Your eyelids react much faster than the snowball flies to protect the cornea. Disassociation is like an eyelid for the brain. A traumatic event can cause the brain to disassociate the event. Sometimes this manifests as a simple case of shock that quickly wears off. Other times, we see intense reactions, such as withdrawal, PTSD, and in your case -”
She looks up, and I dread the next words to fall from her mouth.
“ – amnesia.”
“What?” I scowl. “I don’t –”
“You have periods of painful black outs when you try to recall a certain person in your life. Your brain has identified this person as the source of overstimulation, and perhaps pain. You have what’s called lacunar amnesia – it’s a very centralized and rare thing.”
“So I’ve lost my brain? Part of my memories? I’ve totally forgotten them?”
“You haven’t really forgotten – the brain never truly forgets. I believe in your case, the memories are still there, but buried beneath layers. It might take months to get them back. But you may also never get them back at all.”
“Who…which person was it? The one I forgot?”
“Think back. What have your friends told you? Have they been acting strangely towards you, concerning a certain person?”
It filters in slowly – weeks of Kayla’s weird looks, of Wren’s concerned sighs, and Sophia, shaking her head and saying it’s sad. And then Jack’s fractured expression when I first woke up and said I didn’t know him. I stare, wide-eyed, at Mernich’s passive face.
“Jack. That Jack guy. Everything they say about him – doesn’t make sense. But why do I have this lactose amnesia thing? I mean, my head was bad, but - ”
“You suffered significant head trauma. I believe the lacunar amnesia is a combination of that and your own disassociation of the traumatic event of fighting off your mother’s attacker.”
“Did Jack – how do I know him?”
“You’d be better off asking Sophia that question, I believe. But you’re leaving the hospital with that discharge slip right away, aren’t you? You were quite eager to go.”
I look at the crumpled yellow note in my hand and close my fist around it.
“It can wait.”
Mernich smiles at me.
“Yes. Yes it can.”

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Sara Wolf is the author of ARRANGED, a college-aged romance series centered on an arranged marriage. She’s currently working on her next New Adult romance series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, loves chocolate and romantic angst, and can’t get enough of damaged heroes.