August 31, 2014

Her Destiny Review
















Her Destiny


(Reverie Book #2)

By,
Monica Murphy
4.5 Stars!!1



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I knew from the moment I first saw him he was the one. The only boy I could ever want.



The only boy I could ever love.



They say he’s bad for me.



But I know he’s not.



Until the day he rejects me.



And breaks my heart.



Completely.



Everything changes in the blink of an eye. My entire life as I’ve known it is…gone. 


Secrets are revealed. Promises once made are irrevocably broken. There’s no way my family can get back to what we once were.



So when Nicholas Fairfield walks back into my life like he never left it, I’m furious.



Thrilled. Irritated. Excited.


Conflicted.

Despite my confusion, I want to be with him. I love him. But danger lurks where we least expect it. Someone will do whatever it takes to tear us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.

Because Nick Fairfield? He’s mine.




“I met a boy.
And I fell for him.
Hard.
He was sweet, he was kind and no matter how much he tried to deny me…
He couldn’t resist.
And neither could I.”


Ok first of all guys make sure you have read His Reverie before you even think about picking this book up. This book was just as if not better than the first one. Monica Murphy really finishes the journey and wraps it up nicely. There is so much more than a forbidden romance going on in this book and you have to keep turning the page to figure it all out. This was definitely a great ending to a fantastic series.

“He was my first kiss.
The first boy I let touch me.
He was my first…everything.
But he walked away from me.”


Reverie Hale. We get to hear so much more from her in this book. It’s not filtered through diary entries either. We really get a feel for who she is as a person after her life completely falls away. Reverie’s parents are being accused of embezzling millions from her father’s followers. And the worst part is…they aren’t denying it. So Reverie moves out and in with Evan. Now she is working full time and trying to keep themselves in the apartment they are in. Then Nick walks back into her life. Reverie had a lot of growing up to do in this book. She could no longer be the naive girl we met in the first book. She goes through two different major changes. She tries to become the bad girl slut she feels is the opposite of what she was before. But that isn’t working for her. So now she is trying to find the middle ground. She matures a lot in this book. She becomes a character that you can actually like. I loved getting to know her more outside of her diary this go around.

“To protect me…from himself.
When the only protection I really wanted…
The only protection I really needed…
Was him.”


Nicholas Fairfield. He is really getting the short end of the stick in life. His poor character was just trying to enjoy some happiness and it all ended up getting taken from him. In the first part of the book he tries to convince himself that Reverie is better off without him and when that doesn’t work…he goes to find her. I’m not sure how I really feel about Nick in this book. We get a better look at his feelings for Reverie without all of the talk about sex. He was finally willing to acknowledge just how much Rev actually meant to him. But now that he goes after her he has to try and convince her he didn’t leave her by choice. And now he also has Evan to deal with. Nick was always really mature because of everything he has been through but I am really glad that he decides to let go of his past. Nick has to grow himself and find his place in the world… with or without Reverie.

“When he walked back into my life.
So unexpectedly.
I was mad.
I was happy.
I pushed him away.”


Reverie’s family is around even less. Her parents are nonexistent. They have left Evan and Reverie to fend for themselves. They don’t even send any money to help them when it was their idea Reverie move out. Evan finally becomes the big brother he is supposed to be but I also feel like it was too much too late. The things he said to Nick, when he didn’t even know him, rubbed me the wrong way. It was nice to see him actually care about Reverie but I am also glad that she didn’t let him sway her.


“But he wouldn’t go.
It didn’t matter what I did.
What I said.
How I treated him.”


The way Monica Murphy wrote this book was just incredible. The story built and built in a way that made the book impossible to put down. The heartbreak, love, angst, and suspense was way beyond the His Reverie. Each of the characters explore trust, responsibly, faith, and how when you form a bond of love it will be tested…more than once. And every time you have the possibility to come out stronger than before. All of our questions will be answered and you won’t even see the twist coming. The way the problems unfolded made the story flow well. The reader will never be bored and you find yourself rooting for Nick and Reverie even louder the more you read!


Sometimes I forget how much I love an author until they come out with something new and I am so glad I was able to find my love for Monica Murphy all over again! Go pick this one up!

“I couldn’t deny his love for me.
Or my love for him.
And now I know he was the one for me.
He was my…
Destiny.”

His Reverie Review















His Reverie


(Reverie Book #1)

By,
Monica Murphy
4 Stars!!!



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I knew from the moment I first saw her she was the one. The only girl I could ever want.

The only girl I could ever love.

She is light.

I am darkness.

She is innocent.

I’ve done too much.

She is good.

I am bad.

She is my every dream.

I should be her every nightmare.

We come from different worlds. She’s…perfect. And I’m…

Not.

Somehow she wants me anyway. So we’ll grasp at what we can. We’re going to make this summer count. She’s my secret. And I’m hers.

The problem with secrets is they never last for long. And when others discover we’re together, they’ll do whatever it takes to keep us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.

Because Reverie Hale? She’s mine.






“Reverie has become my everything. And that’s both scary and wonderful, all at the same time.”

Monica Murphy. What can I say about Monica Murphy other than I flipping love her books!!!! One Week Girlfriend is probably one of my all-time favorites. So when I heard about His Reverie I knew that I had to purchase this book the minute it became available. And let me tell you…..it was sooo worth it. The book had its problems but overall I really enjoyed this new book.

Nick has spent eleven months in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. His mom dies shortly after and now he is on his own. He has to find a job to pay the rent and keep him alive until he can find a way out of the town he is in. Let me just remind you this kid is Seventeen. He has been through so much and now he is just trying to survive. He gets a job with the famous Reverend Hale. That is where he meets Reverie. He knows he can’t have her. She is too pure for the darkness that is his life. But he can’t help the pull she has and soon he stops fighting.



I both like and disliked Nick’s character. Nick has a hard life. Not only has he been through jail and his mother dying but he has always lived hard. On the wrong side of the tracks. I really felt for his character. He just wants to go somewhere were people won’t know who he is. The part that bothered me about Nick is that he seemed to always be thinking about Reverie is sexual terms. Yes I understand he is a teenage boy but he only mentioned the pull or any other feeling he has for Reverie a few times. It started to bother me how much he thought of her that way. At times he can be pretty judgey too. Other than that I liked his character. He was desperate to keep his job but he was also desperate to keep Reverie safe. Which we saw in the cliffhanger.

Reverie is Reverend Hale’s daughter. She is as pure as pure can get. She has never flirted with boys, touched boys, or had any real contact that wasn’t her brother or father. She has always been sheltered by her family. She is bored and lonely. Until Nicholas shows up at her summer house. She knows she wants all of her firsts to be with him. All of them. She plans on giving the summer and so much more to Nicholas. No matter what secrets he is hiding. She plans to stand by him no matter what.



I really liked Reverie’s character. She was innocent in every way but she didn’t let that hold her back. She was awkward and shy but she also had enough back bone to go after what she wanted. She wants Nick and she works hard to get him. Sometimes I thought she was really naive. She has never had to work at anything and she really doesn’t know about the world outside the one her parents have put her into. Sometimes that naivetĂ© go on my nerves but other than that her character was amazing. She turned out pretty cool even though her parent smoother and ignore her at the same time.

I loved the way Monica Murphy wrote this book. We got to be in the moment with Nick but we got to see Reverie’s POV through her diary which showed her innocence. For most of the story it felt like it was one giant prologue. We finally got into the good parts of the story towards the end and then there was the cliffhanger. I am perfectly fine with that. It just means we get another great book and it also means the next one should be even better!







August 30, 2014

Lust. Mechanics. Mini Cooper. Blitz



Lust. Mechanics. Mini Cooper.
By,
Elle Brookes

Romantic Comedy/Adventure/Time Travel
Date Published: June 15, 2014
Part Two: Sex. Coffee. Time Travel.  Coming Soon

   
 Adventure-romance author, Lesley Meryn, has lived her own share of adventures. But the one thing she has never experienced is the "coupe de foudre", the Lightning-Bolt of Love. Connected by years of friendship to the sexy action-movie star, Jason Hambrey, Jax, the two really are "just friends" but the paparazzi are merciless, making their lives and their friendship almost impossible to sustain.

When Lesley's Aunt dies, leaving her a piece of property in North Yorkshire, Lesley is mystified. Her aunt kept it a secret. Lesley travels to London and learns her that her aunt leased the property twenty-five years before to an 'Historical Research Society'. The lease on the property is up for renewal. Before she makes her decision; Lesley travels to the farm to investigate

Nothing could prepare her for what she finds at the farm. Miles Sherwood is dark, devious, and desperate. He's the very last person one would consider the head of a stuffy British 'Historical Society'

Lesley finds him insufferable, yet irresistibly attractive. The two unknowingly share a deep connection. Whether they like it or not...it's Lightning-Time!








“UNDONE...”

Miles stared at the computer again without seeing it. Now his brain was whirling with even more concrete, even more disturbing images. For a man who had always taken a measure of pride in his discipline and self-control he felt as though he were on the verge of losing it completely. He poured another mug of coffee from the thermos on his desk, hoping that it might help to clear his head.
     
The phone chirped at his elbow. He stared at it until it stopped, then rubbed his hands over the stubble on his face. He took another long drink of coffee.
     
When Miles looked up, she was standing there in the open doorway, watching him. He flinched slightly, wondering how she could have snuck up on him so easily. He hadn't even heard her.
     
“I'm leaving,” Lesley announced firmly and quietly and without preamble. “Now.”
    
 “We haven't discussed the lease.” He found himself staring at her lips.
     
”There's nothing for us to discuss,” she stated flatly, trying to keep from looking at him directly.
     
“And your car—” Miles caught her eyes with his.
     
“I'll walk if I need to...” Lesley stared back at him without flinching.
     
“Its a long walk,” Miles replied still locking eyes with her.
     
“I don't care.” Lesley swallowed, desperate to keep her resolve.
     
“It might rain,” he observed.
     
“It might,” she replied faintly.
     
Miles took a step towards her. “Not until we finish our business.”
     
“Our business can be settled by the solicitors.” Lesley took a small step away from him, her heart thudding madly.
     
“Why not between us?”
     
“I'd rather not.” She pulled her gaze away from him, fixing her eyes firmly on the painting behind him. She noted that the rapier was back in its scabbard on the wall next to the painting.
     
“I think we can settle this like two civilized people.”
    
 Lesley gave a short laugh. “Do you really believe that?”
    
 “We could at least try....” he raised a brow.
     
“Ahh...Don't you think we've gotten a bit past that?”
     
Miles scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “I must have missed that part.”
     
“Missed it? You engineered it!” Lesley faced him, offering her bruised wrists for his inspection.
     
“I believe that you made a considerable contribution in that regard.” he replied dryly, tilting his head to the rapier on the wall.
     
Lesley stared at him a moment, then dropped herself obstinately into the beleaguered upholstered chair.
     
“I thought you were leaving,” he said.
    
 “Oh, I am.”
     
“Then kindly do it, so I can get back to work.” As if.
     
Miles folded his arms against his chest and leaned back against the desk. He raised his chin to the door. He was torn between the dread that she would do just that and the hope that he could think of something to get her to stay.
    
 “If you're going to go, then go.” He thought that perhaps reverse psychology would work with someone as seemingly perverse as she was. He smiled inwardly. She was almost as bad as he was. “I can have Conan take you to the train station.”
     
Lesley stared at him then moved her attention to behind him resting it on the painting, then on the rapier hung on the wall beside it. After admiring it for a few seconds, she came to a decision.
    
“That's yours. then?” She turned her head to the sword.
    
“Yes, it is.”
     
“Do you know how to use it?”
     
His eyes slitted dangerously at her. “What are you getting at?
    
“Is that just for decoration, or do you know how to use it?”
     
“Maybe.” His mouth set into a firm line.
     
“Mmm...” she paused. “Have you got another one?”
     
“If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then stop thinking about it.”
     
“What is it you think I'm thinking about?”
     
“I don't even want to think about it.”
    
“You were the one who suggested that we settle this like two civilized people.”
     
“You are out of your mind...” he hissed between his teeth. “How can you even suggest—”
    
“I consider it a rather civilized way of resolving our differences. Well, it used to be, in any case.”
   
 “I consider it out of the question.”
     
“Why?” she asked.
   
  He turned away from her, raking back his disheveled hair, not certain just how he should respond to her.
    
“I'd like to propose a little wager.” Lesley stuck her chin out at him, the defiant eight year old still very much a part of her.

“A what?” His head swiveled to face her.
     
“You heard me, a wager. If you win, you get the lease renewed, same terms, no questions asked, for whatever length of time you require. “
     
“And if I lose?” he asked softly.
    
“If you lose... you tell me what it is you're really doing here. I mean really. The absolute truth.”
     
“I thought I'd already done that,” Miles replied calmly, “told you the truth...”
     
Lesley offered him a wry twisted smile. “Nah....I don't think so. There's more.”
     
“What makes you think that?” Miles asked, humoring her.
     
“Mmm...” Lesley raised a brow as she took stock of him again. “If there isn't, then what have you got to worry about?”
     
Miles looked down, shaking his head.
    
“You're afraid.”
    
“Of you? No.” Miles raised his head slowly. “For you...yes.”
     
“I'm not. What do you say?”
     
“You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?” His brows rose.
     
“No more than you appear to be,” came the response. 
    
“I think you have the wrong idea about me, D'Artagnan.”
     
“I don't think that at all.”
     
Miles took her in carefully, the set of her jaw, her flashing eyes, the determined set of her lips. Oh God, those luscious delicious lips. He could no more set upon her with a sword than he could willingly smash the treasure of a priceless Fabergé Egg. No matter how much she provoked him.
     
“I suppose you've changed your mind about me, then...” he replied dryly, taking yet another tack.
     
“What do you mean?”
     
“Yesterday you declared me a man without principles. What could possibly have happened between then and now that would lead you to believe I would keep to the terms of any wager you cared to propose? In a duel of honor?”
    
Lesley had no response to this.
     
“Listen to me, you selfish brat. You want to go, then go. For whatever reason you've chosen to concoct, it's not enough that we fence words, now you want to use the real thing. You have no idea what you're proposing, or who you're dealing with. And I'm weary of playing games with you. And I adamantly refuse to be a character in one of your self-indulgent literary exploits.” He gave her an exasperated wave. “Ach!”
     
She stared at him, speechless, for several moments. The heat of adrenaline flashed through her. He was so devilishly handsome, those black eyes flashing at her, and so... so...
     
“You're insufferable!” she finally breathed.
   
 “Thank you,” he nodded. “From someone who has elevated the concept into an art form, that is high praise indeed.”
     
Shaking, and outraged beyond words, Lesley gathered herself up and started for the door.
    
“What? No scathing retort?” Miles commented quietly, not able to stop himself.            
“No parting sarcastic remark?”
     
Lesley paused, her fingers trembling on the door handle. There was everything in her that wanted to reply, yet she held back, unwilling to allow him to succeed in his attempt to goad her. With a deep breath of resolve, she wrenched the door open and walked down the long tiled passageway.
    
Miles stared at the open door, the sound of her boots receded down the long corridor. With each step the haze in his head grew stronger and the roar louder, and he found that he was having difficulty breathing. He knew he had to do something or else he would never be able to function or think clearly again. He had so much unresolved sexual tension, building up from the first electric moment he'd seen her, he had to do something. And he realized then, that he would do just about anything to keep her from leaving. He swallowed, took two deep breaths and cursed himself for his weakness and for what he was about to do.
     
“Wait!” he called from behind the door, and down the passageway her boots slowed. “Wait! I'll do it!” He listened for a reply. There were no footsteps.  He held his breath.
    
Carefully, he tilted his head around the door and came face to face with her. She stood silent, watching him, waiting. He found himself caught up, transfixed by those hazy smoky emerald eyes, and he knew he was lost.
     
“I'll do it. Damn you,” he whispered. “I'll do it...”
     
She smiled. And it sent a fiery cold shiver down his spine, which was surprisingly, frighteningly, familiar.



Elle Brookes

Elle grew up in Los Angeles, California, but has lived in San Francisco and then Jamaica when she was a Peace Corps Volunteer.  At the age of  twelve she became obsessed with keeping falcons in the back yard. Fortunately, for the hundreds of hapless French poodles living in the San Fernando Valley at the time, she was not allowed to do this. In the course of the following years, she took on the challenges of earlier times, learning how to fence, how to ride horses, archery skills, and she even took a "Grand Tour of Europe". Travel continues to be a passion of hers. Her father always claimed that she had been born into the wrong century.  He may have been right.  Elle currently lives in the central highlands of Costa Rica with her dog Pixie, and her hedgehog, Quiller.



August 29, 2014

Karma Blitz




Karma 
By 
Charity Ferrell 

Publication date: June 6th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance


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I’m cursed. Yes, cursed and this isn’t some paranormal fantasy. This is my real life. Karma has decided to last out on me. I’ll never find my true love and I’m learning to accept that. The only problem is; he isn’t. He’s starting a war with karma and everyone knows karma always fights back with a vengeance.

Gabby Taylor is screwed. On her first day at her new internship, she runs into the guy she’s been fighting to avoid. The one guy whose family despises her and she drunkenly gave her virginity away to. And he’s her new co-worker.

She is messing up everything Dalton Douglas has planned. She climbed her way into his thoughts, thrown her bags down and he could’t manage to evict her- even if it cost him everything he’s been working his ass off for. The only problem is: she’s fighting him. 

He will fight to keep her but can he manage to hide his own secrets that would ruin everything between them?






“You’re not cursed, baby.”

“I am, too,” I screeched, tossing my hands up. “We’ve already had this discussion, and there’s no changing my mind. Eventually you’ll see for yourself.” My stomach tightened at my revelation. I was afraid of Lady Karma ripping him away from me.

His hand moved to my cheek, and he slowly began to stroke it softly. “Then call me a fucking prince, a guy witch or whoever fixes that shit, because I’m going to break that curse.” I laughed, averting my eyes and focusing on the rough feel of the couch. His hands slid down to my chin, bringing my eyes back up to his. “I’m going to kick that curse’s ass so hard it won’t come near you again,” he added, and I let out a light giggle. “You hear me?” His fingers trailed over to my mouth, tracing the outline of my top lip back and forth.

“It’s a warlock,” I replied, and his hand froze.

He blinked twice before saying anything. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a warlock,” I began to explain. “Guy witches are warlocks.”

His eyes went wide, and he pressed his palms to my cheeks. “Are you fucking kidding me, babe? Out of all of that shit, you picked up that I got the male witch reference wrong. Jesus, maybe you are cursed,” he responded, his mouth twitching into a wide smile, showing me all of his pearly-white teeth.

“I told you.”

His lips touched mine then pulled away; he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “There, now the curse is gone. It’s been broken.”


I shook my head. “A kiss that breaks the curse? This isn’t a Disney movie, buddy.” 



AUTHOR BIO

Charity Ferrell was born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana and still resides there with her future hubby and furry, four legged children. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading, caving into her online shopping addiction or spending time with her family.