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review 2017-09-19 09:17
Book Review For: Royal Pain Tracy Wolff
Royal Pain: A His Royal Hotness Novel - Tracy Wolff

'Royal Pain' Tracy Wolff is the First Book in a New Series called "His Royal Hotness". This is the story of Prince Kian of Wildemar and Savannah "Savvy "Breslin.
Kian has a nickname 'His Royal Hotness' and since he was born 7 minutes later than his Twin brother
Garrett, his is the spare heir. Kian likes being the spare heir since it allows him all the Royal Benefits but none of the Royal jobs...so he is a playboy. Loving life until his father calls him home because his brother is missing and they are worried something might happen to him. Now thirteen weeks later still no word on his brother but Kian is having to do Royal activities. At one of theses Royal activities he meets Savvy. Savvy is helping to waitress at the event and ends up dropping drinks on Kian. That leads them to talking where he tries to talk her into sleeping with him. But she doesn't go for it and leaves without telling him her full name or her number. Kian is very attracted to her and has his security people find her.
Although Savvy had some secrets and there was some dram to this story it was a was really a modern day Cinderella type story.
"My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."



Source: www.amazon.com/Royal-Pain-His-Hotness-Novel-ebook/dp/B01AERZS78/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1505684519&sr=1-1&keywords=Royal+Pain+Tracy+Wolff
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review 2017-09-14 02:07
Royal Pain: A His Royal Hotness Novel - Tracy Wolff

Oh, man did I have fun with the book!  I could not put it down!  The characters, the story...it was all great!

His Royal Hotness, Prince Kian is the second born son of King Wildemar and the spare to the heir.  He spends his days partying and nights with different women...and he is just having fun.  When his twin brother, Garrett, is kidnapped, Kian's life as he knows is over.  He must step into his brother's duties.  While at a function, being harassed by all the eligible females and their mother's, a waitress "accidentally" drops champagne all over him.  Suddenly Kian is VERY attracted to this waitress, Savannah Breslin.  Problem is that Savvy is not falling all over him like most females do and that only makes Kian want her all the more.  Kian continues his pursuit of Savvy, and eventually she gives in.  What neither of them expected was that their union was going to be explosive.  

Savvy knows she should not be with Kian, be he makes her feel so alive, unlike someone else from her past, that she can't let Kian go.  Kian realizes that his feeling for Savvy are something that he has never felt before.  Just when their relationship looks like it headed for happy ever after....a big bombshell is revealed.  

While Kian is trying to handle this bombshell, a rescue of Prince Garrett is finally happening.  As Kian is trying to sort out his life, his feelings for Savvy, and having his twin back, he has some real soul searching to do.  It was a long and emotional road for Kian to find his happy ending, but the ending was so worth it!

I just adored Savvy.  She was such a strong female character, knowing what she wanted and didn't want in her life.  I really loved Kian too!  He went from this fun, sexy playboy, to a man so totally in love!  Read this book...you will not regret it!

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review 2017-08-27 01:16
Cannabis for Chronic Pain: A Proven Pres... Cannabis for Chronic Pain: A Proven Prescription for Using Marijuana to Relieve Your Pain and Heal Your Life - Dr. Rav Ivker

I have to admit, this was a stretch for me. After 28 years in law enforcement, my experience with marijuana was of a whole different world. Strictly against it.
Enter retirement, and a major stroke in 2014. One that left me paralyzed for weeks. Finally, after 3+ years of hard work, I'm almost completely recovered. Except for my left leg, which is going to be messed up. The limp isn't so hard to reconcile, but the nightly spasms and pain are a different story. I've tried everything....exercise, PT, massage, and a whole range of medications. The meds help, but only to a certain extent.
Enter my neighbors. I'm fortunate (?) enough to live in Washington State, home of "legal weed". My neighbor also has damaged nerves, and recommended an ointment that is cannabis based. Before I dive into the nefarious world of "devil weed" and become a drug-addled zombie (I'm kidding, a bit), I determined to research this area thoroughly. But where? It's not like I can go to my GP or neurologist and say "hey, thanks, but this isn't working, can you recommend some good pot"?
Enter this book.
Ivker, as you might guess, is a big proponent of the use of cannabis for chronic pain. And he makes a strong argument for it. Including many case studies. Through the reading of this book, I learned that I don't have to "light up a doobie" or anything like that. There's smoking, vaping (neither for me), edibles, drops, and tinctures.
And he explained the differences between THC and CBD levels. Basically, one is to get high (THC), the other for pain relief. And that you can get marijuana specifically tailored to what you are seeking. What a concept! I could take an edible with a high CBD level, little or no THC, and not find myself running naked through the neighborhood baying at the moon (okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but come on, 28 years law enforcement!).
Will I do it? Take the plunge? Not sure yet, but if the pain keeps getting worse, yeah, sure. Maybe I'll venture into one of the dozens of marijuana stores flooding Washington and see what it's all about. It's good to have an option!

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text 2017-07-27 08:16
Wringo Ink. Short Story for the Genre Romance: Bogged Down



She didn’t like it when they just wouldn’t stay dead. Granted, all she had do to was concentrate on someone to make them keel over. Sometimes, however, the condition didn’t take and she had to work harder to focus. From the backyard, Blue had been watching her mother hug the picture frame tightly to her chest and cry, thinking, “Why does she cry over someone who left her?” The wind had picked up then, alerting Blue that something was up. Scrunching her tiny eight-year old nose, she had sniffed the air and there it had been. The tell-tale earthy scent that the dead brought with them.

Blue looked around and found the man shambling towards their house. His left foot scraped over the backyard soil, making a loud khrrrrrich every time. Swiveling her head to check if it was loud enough for her mother to hear it, Blue found her dozing in and out of a fitful sleep. “Mom can’t hear you!” she said to the corpse, cheerfully. As was usual, the cadaver didn’t display any signs that it had even heard Blue. It just kept on coming… khrrrrrich…khrrrrrich…Blue jumped off the mango tree branch that she had been ensconced in. “This won’t do,” she said, shaking her head at him.


She knew she looked a little bit cross-eyed right now. “But focus I must or this thing could mean trouble for Mom.” She glared at the body who had dared to defy her and told it to “Be dead!” Three be deads and it fell over, as if it had suddenly forgotten how to walk. Blue dusted off her hands, pleased with the results, and walked over to it. Bending to grasp a foot with two tiny hands, she saw the ankle was broken. “Oh, is that why you were making so much noise? Must have happened when you fell off the terrace. Well, can’t do anything about it now, can we?” She kept the conversation up as she began to drag him back to the bog.


By the time they arrived, Blue was a little out of breath. Huffing, she looked down at who she had been dragging and found him covered with all kinds of things…nettle, twigs, thorns and even a piece or fifteen of eggshells. “Well, you could have just stayed put. But noooooo, Mr. Unfinished Business had to come back.” Thinking she must not be late for dinner, Blue bent down, and pushed the erstwhile person into the swampy part right in front of her. Then, she raised her hands to her hair and smoothed it down. She sniffed the air for a few minutes but all she could smell were decaying, rotting, and boggy smells. Satisfied, she skipped all the way back.

Blue climbed and settled back onto her perch, watching her mother have dinner in front of the TV. She looked down at her hands and began the tally. “There was the landlord who didn’t want just the rent…the guy who had followed her home after work…and this man who had come to rob the place. That makes three…ughhhh, Mom will definitely have to move. I’m sorry, Mom! But what else could I have done?” She apologized to her mother who would never hear her. Not expecting any response, Blue almost fell out of the tree when someone answered, “How about trusting your mother to take care of herself?”


In the end, she did roll off the branch and plummeted towards the ground. Leaning forward to look at the newcomer, Blue’s eyes met the softest, kindest, and bluest eyes she had ever seen. She had been named after those eyes when she had inherited them. Understandably, she had fallen. Her father caught her in his arms easily and set her down gently. “Hi!” he said with a smile that she would never forget. She countered with, “You left us…you let go.” The smile became sad with edges sharp enough to draw blood. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I thought being heavier, I was dragging you down with me. But you are just a little girl and the swamp too deep. I’m so sorry…”, he hugged her to himself.

Blue screamed, her little fists hitting her father’s chest as she tried to free herself from his hug. “Where have you been? I have been keeping Mom safe all this time. Where were you?” Looking as heartbroken as she felt, he said, “Looking for you. When I…woke up again…after uh dying, I didn’t remember anything. All I knew was that I was looking for something or someone. It took a while before it all started coming back to me. I came here as soon as I realized that it was you I had lost.” His arms freed Blue and she moved away from him. “You didn’t just lose me, you know. She lost you too.” Blue pointed in the direction of their home, meaning her mother.


“I know, Blue, but your mother is still alive and we…are not. That is why I have come here and that’s why I have been looking for you. You have to let her go now.” Blue scoffed at him. “Leave Mom? Do you know she cries herself to sleep every night? That she hugs our picture when she does that?” she was yelling again. Her father gave her one of his sad smiles. “Your mom is strong; she never needed us to take care of her. And, if we stick around, she will keep being sad. She won’t be able to move on, even if she can’t see us. We need to go, so she can learn how to be happy again.” Blue knew Dad was right…in her heart of hearts, she knew. She also knew what they had to do. “Do you promise you won’t let go this time?” she asked him, as they walked towards the swamp. He pinky-promised.


The End



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