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review 2018-01-22 04:40
Sometimes hard to read but compelled me to finish
Blaming the Wind - Alessandra Harris

This story pulled at my heart. It is about two couples and their struggles in life and love. I was compelled to read to see how it all turned out, although there was one point I almost gave up near the end. To my relief, that point turned into something better. There were tears, smiles, sighs, and breath holding throughout the story.

I received a copy of this story through Candid Book Reviews, and this is my unsolicited review.

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review 2018-01-22 00:23
Book Review: The Rules by Jamie Fessenden
The Rules - Jamie Fessenden

I normally avoid reading M/M/M stories, because I'm usually worried that jealousy will seep in and tear things apart, but the blurb of this book made me perk up and put it on my wishlist, for a kind soul to gift to me. Totally worth the initial anxiety. This was wonderful. I read it in one go. Put this on your list, if you haven't yet.

The author does a fantastic job exploring the intricacies and potential pitfalls of a poly relationship in this book, with fully fleshed out characters in Boris and Thomas (a married couple), and Hans (their housekeeper-cum-third), and doesn't shrink away from including realistic conflict, vulnerabilities, and hurt feelings. Theirs is not an easy journey, but it's one I was happy to follow along.

So well done.

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text 2018-01-21 22:56
Reading progress update: I've read 100 out of 380 pages.
Little & Lion - Brandy Colbert

Oh, no....Lion, sweetie, no. I get the feeling we are in for a All the Bright Places sort of ending. 

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text 2018-01-21 22:45
Book Review for Watching Mine by Alex Grayson
 
 
 
 

                      Title: Watching Mine
Series: Consumed Series 
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Release Date: January 19, 2018 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My name is Nathan Reines… and I’m a voyeur. Yes, I like to watch people have sex. Witnessing the desire on their faces as they writhe in pleasure makes my blood hotter than the hottest flame. There’s nothing more erotic than seeing their bodies tighten and tremble as they balance on the edge of ecstasy. It makes my dick as hard as fucking steel.

I’ve never been tempted to have a lasting relationship with a woman—why get involved when watching from the sidelines is so fucking hot? But from the first time I watched the woman in the apartment across from mine, I knew she was different. She teases me with her soft touches and gentle caresses. She tempts me with her silent moans and sexy whimpers. She excites me, and makes me want more than I ever have before.
 
For two years, I refused to give in to my curiosity. That is, until fate took things in her own twisted hands. Now that I know what it’s like to experience Emberleigh in the flesh, there’s no damn way I could ever go back to simply watching.


This was another great read in this continuing series.I have to say that I really love this authors writing. I was glued to the story from the very first pages and never put the book down until I was finished it.This was one hot as hell read!
 
The sparks and the chemistry and those sizzling dark looks were evident from the moment their eyes met. Emberleigh and Nathan's chemistry was off the charts and if you were standing in a room with them you could feel the heat up close and personal.There is secret each one is holding back from voicing but, what neither realizes is that they have been doing a sensual dance between them for sometime now.
 
I loved the characters from the onset of the story as they both were easy to like and love.I have to mention that I love the other characters in this series as well and that I love the amazing relationship that they have with one another.Since their first meeting they were fast friends who shared similar sexual desires and play together when the need arises and are able to play with those they trust.
 
Emberleigh turned out to be my favorite character.I just loved how she just let her sexual inhibitions go when she she new someone was watching.I love how she was willing to explore a side of herself she never new existed a little bit at a time. She never really thought she would enjoy but ,realized it only enhanced her own sexual desires.And with the past she has had to overcome to put that much in a man she barely knows was a huge stepping stone for her.
I found her to be sexy as sin,love-able,bright,loving,sensual as well as sexual and you got to love her for the scarifies she has made on behalf of another.
 
Nathan OMG! that man was hot as hell!.Voyeurism was his kink!That man was sex on a stick for sure and someone to definitely make a girls panties wet just by staring right into those smoldering dark eyes of his. I loved the heat he created when with Emberleigh and most of all loved the possessiveness she brought out in him .This was definitely a first for this player.How the mighty fall...LOL If I wasn't half in love with Nathan myself already when we learned Emberleigh's secrets and he stood by her I would have been right then and there from that moment on.That man melted my heart !
 
We loved this sizzling read from cover to cover and this was one highly erotic read that has you fanning yourself more than once through out this story.
 
HOT HOT HOT
 
A recommended read to all as well as the other books in this series.This author writes great erotica reads and is one of my go to authors when I am in for one really hot and scorching read.This story moves to the keeper pile.
 
Well Done!
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romance including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and two standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
 
Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers. Visit her website, www.alexgraysonbooks.com, or find her on social media!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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text 2018-01-21 21:49
Book Review for Where My Heart Lies by Angela Marie
 
 
 
 

    Title: Where My Heart Lies
Series: A Spawn of Chaos Novel
Author: Angela Marie
Genre: MC Romance 
Release Date:  January 10, 2018
Reviewed by: Angels With Attitude Book Reviews
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
Nicola

 
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when you fall down and can’t be bothered to get back up.
My entire life had been one endless beating, and I’d reached breaking point.
I was done.
Until a letter gave me the strength I’d been missing.
Those precious words gave me enough courage to dust myself off, to try one more time.
In that moment I realized something.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
And I had an entire family I didn’t even know existed standing at my back.
 
Irish
 
You know you’ve hit rock bottom when putting powder up your nose is the only way to make it through the day.
My life took a wrong turn, so I poisoned my body in an attempt to escape.
I was done.
Until I found salvation on the back of a bike.
With nothing but the open road and the wind in my face, I found the courage to live.
In that moment I realized something.
I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
 
And my family might not be blood, but they were standing at my back.
 
 
Great start to a brand new series!We loved it from cover to cover.I will say although I loved it I am so pissed the way the story ended. OMG I hate cliffhangers and this one had one of the biggest ones that I have read so far.For me this is what turns me off from a author.I am the type who loves to read series and once I finish up my current story I am diving right into the next one.I was so engrossed and into the story that when things are finally getting really good the story just ended and oh I was so mad that I didn't get to see the outcome.
 
I thought that this was really a endearing and touching story of two opposites that are attracted to one another and two really messed up people who's past followed them right into their adult life that is still effecting their every day lives.Some other reviewers believe that It took forever to get to the romance part of the book and was slow going to this point but, for me I was okay with it as Nicola's whole childhood was awful and then once she finally escapes that life she gets involved with a sociopath with cult beliefs that becomes a stalker and abuser.For me she just needed that time to heal and gain some of her confidence she lost along the way.But, one thing she never lost was her fire and sense of humor as she made me laugh so many times throughout the story and not only that I loved when she got her back up she turned into a fire breathing dragon. LOL
 
 
I always pick a favorite character and mine is going to be Nicola.I loved her from the very beginning.I thought her to be smart,sexy kind, fiery,had a great sense of humor and determined to overcome a past that would have left most people broken.I loved how she spoke her mind and through it all she remained so innocent in more ways then one.
 
My favorite quote by her would have to be telling
Irish "Make like a tree and leaf" LOL I laugh anytime I think about that quote and the chuckle & smile that it brought to Irish's face.
 
For me this romance reminds me how the cat plays with the mouse before the kill.Also Nicola's ex boyfriend reminded me so much of the movie Sleeping with the Enemy with Julia Roberts.The chemistry and attraction was always there from the very beginning between Irish and Nicola.Irish's protective instincts took over at just  one look at her. Omg!I loved how flustered that this love them and leave them kind of guy was laid low but a itty bitty girl he hadn't even spoken to yet.I just love seeing the player being brought down by a innocent.I loved chuckling and smiling all the way though the story.
 
 
I have to say that I did love Irish.I loved his smiles and cockiness .I loved the bad boy in him and those sizzling looks of his.I sensed his loneliness and this hardened  jaded biker had a side of him that he never lets anyone see yet we got a glimpse of the lonely boy who just wanted someone to love him and truly be his and his alone.I think I was a little bit in love with Irish myself .My heart broke for him as he finally has what he always wanted within his reach for the taking but, pushes the one and only thing away that truly brought him any happiness in a very long time.I loved how he was willing to put Nicola's happiness before his own and was willing to love her from afar.I kept falling even more...
  
 
This story for me had really fun and engaging characters that made you laugh as well as cry.I have to say that I loved the sensual dance that went on between this couple as the sparks and chemistry were always between them and you new when Irish let go of all the reasons why  they couldn't be together it was going to be explosive and hot as hell and he didn't disappoint.I just loved how he was when he was around Nicola almost as if he was a totally different person yet still as deadly.
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I think that the author did an amazing job for her first debut novel and we are so looking forward to the conclusion of this story.I am hoping that this author plans to turn this into a series as I would so love to see some of those other love-able brothers of Irish's be brought to their knees as they were so enjoyable to read about and they all had a wicked sense of humor.
 
5 stars from us
 
 
 
 
 
 
Prologue - Nicola, 9 years old
 
The house is dark and eerily quiet as we make our way toward the front of the residence where the ‘formal living room’, as Mrs. Smith likes to call it, is located.  I have no idea what it looks like inside, as the door is always firmly shut. Mrs. Smith pointed it out to me when she showed me around on my first day here and told me that the room was strictly off limits. Stepping inside or even opening the door earned you an immediate punishment.

 
I’ve come to learn that within these walls, all it takes is a wrong word to earn you a punishment. Or in my case, speaking to the wrong person.

How was I to know that I couldn’t speak to the beautiful lady with the black hair and green eyes wearing the black vest over her brightly colored blouse? She was friendly. Mrs. Smith was very angry when she saw the two of us talking. She sent me inside with an angry rebuff and told me to wait for her in the kitchen. Talking to a stranger earned me a night in the punishment box.

 
The nightly curfew of eight o’clock has come and gone, meaning all the other children are in bed. Tucked under their covers, lying on a comfortable mattress, cozy and warm, waiting for sleep to carry them off to dreamland. I hear Mr. Smith’s shuffled footsteps upstairs, going from room to room and switching off the last of the upstairs lights, bathing the house in darkness.

 
I hate the dark, only because I'm afraid of what I can’t see, making falling asleep difficult for me. Every bump and creak startles me, and my overactive imagination conjures up frightening pictures which leaves me shaking in my bed. Voicing those fears gets you nothing, and especially not much-needed comfort. The Smiths don’t believe in such things. 

 
“Hurry up,” Mrs. Smith hisses, pushing me to walk faster. “We don’t have all night.”

 
I want nothing more than to drag my feet, draw this out as much as I can, but I know that it will only be delaying the inevitable.

The closer I get to the room, which houses the punishment box, the sicker my tummy feels. Suddenly we’re there. 

 
Mrs. Smith flicks on the light switch, bathing the room in light. The walls are unadorned, painted a stark white color, the floors dark polished wood. The smell of the lavender-scented beeswax used on the floors lingers in the air. Thick white curtains that are closed cover the large window, making the room cold, dark, and foreboding.

 
Directly in front of the drawn drapes sits a large wooden chest. The dark wood of the box is rough and weathered, the intricate design that was painted on it eons ago faded.

 
The faint odor of bleach pours out when Mrs. Smith opens the lid. The smell makes my stomach turn even further, as well as making my nose burn and my eyes water. The box doesn’t look very big, and I wonder how I’m going to lie in there the whole night.

 
Mrs. Smith gives me a push toward it, clearly wanting me to get in. Climbing into that thing is the last thing I want to do, but a glare from Mrs. Smith forces me to do so, and quickly.

 
“You’re not to move from here till morning, not even to go to the toilet. A word of warning—if you wet yourself, you’re going to have to lie in it all night, and come morning, you’re going to be scrubbing the inside of that thing. With bleach. Leaving the box means another night of punishment. Is that understood?”

I just nod and try to hold the tears I can feel burning the backs of my eyes. I lie on my side and seconds later the lid slams shut, plunging me into darkness.

The crash of the lid echoes in the small space and right through my body, causing me to shake. I’ve just gone from a brightly lit room to total darkness in a matter of seconds. I raise my hands to the front of my face, but I can’t see them. I try again and again, but the result is the same. I begin to panic, bile slowly rising from my stomach. I beat at the roof of the box with my tiny fists, my voice small and sobbing at first, growing louder with each passing second as I beg to be let out. A swift kick to the box silences me. I wrap my arms around my belly as my breath comes out in rasps.

 
“Shut up,” Mrs. Smith shushes. “You’ll wake up the whole house with your screaming. If you do, you’ll be spending another night in there.”

 
Another night?

 
I cringe, my muscles tensing, my body going rigid. I hold my breath to stop myself from whimpering out loud, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Silence fills the box. I hear Mrs. Smith’s footsteps as she walks out the room, turning off the overhead light, the click of the door shutting letting me know that I’m alone.

I take a deep breath before curling into a ball, pulling my nightshirt over my legs. Despite it being the middle of summer, the temperature sticky and humid outside, it’s cold within the confines of the box. I can’t stop shivering. I lie as still as I can, my small hands clapped firmly over my ears.

After a little while, my hip starts to hurt from lying in a fetal position on the bare wood. I try to find another comfortable position, but I don’t think there is one inside this box. It’s meant to be uncomfortable; it’s a punishment, after all.

One night within its confines is supposed to make you grateful for everything the Smiths do for you on a daily basis. They’re the ones who took me in when nobody else wanted me. They provided me with a roof over my head and three meals a day. They provided the clothes I have on my back and even the opportunity to go to school and learn.

The last thing I feel is grateful.

 
I would trade it all in to be back in the small trailer I called home. To feel my momma’s arms around me as she read me a bedtime story. I would even gladly eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the rest of my life, if it meant that Momma would make them in her own special way.

The older children had warned me that the punishment box could be frightening the first time, but it would get easier each time. I don’t think that’s even possible.

 
I’m scared.

 
Terrified of the endless darkness that surrounds me.

 
My eyes are closed tight, my arms wrapped around my still trembling body. My chest feels tight, and breathing in and out has become difficult. A wave of dizziness hits me, leaving my whole body weak. My heart is beating so fast, almost like it wants to jump right out of my chest.

 
I try my hardest to conjure my mother’s image in my mind. I want her beautiful face to comfort me, her voice to whisper soothing words to calm me, her arms to wrap around me and hold me close.  

Momma, I miss you so much!

 
I allow the tears I’ve been holding in just minutes ago to fall freely. Here in this box, I allow myself to cry knowing that I won’t have to explain my tears to anyone. Won’t have to risk punishment for mentioning my mother. Mentioning her name within the walls of this house has been forbidden. I’ve been told to forget about her existence and the life I had with her. But how do I do that when I miss her every day?

 
According to the Smiths, I’ve been given a second chance at redemption, by God and his earthly church. A chance to have my mind, body, and soul cleansed of the evil that flows through it. That’s why I was brought to the Smiths. They are going to make sure that by the time they’re done with me I am good and pure. Ready to serve in whatever capacity I’m needed within the church. The woman who birthed me and the biker scum who fathered me will be nothing but a distant memory.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Angela Marie was born and raised in South Africa, but now calls the sunshine state of Queenland, Australia home. A wife and mother to two almost teenagers she loves nothing more than to curl up on the couch at the end of a busy day with her husband and an action movie.

Her love of read and writing started from a very young age and she loves nothing more than dreaming amazing stories with interesting and diverse characters which she can't wait to share you with.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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