I’m just going to collapse face first for a moment. I don’t know what has been with me the last few months. My brain has apparently been on some sort of strike.
But I’m here now! I think! And with me, I bring you another review! -commence gasps, ooh’s and aah’s-
“But when even her history teacher knew she was all set to become a lifelong florist, she had to admit it. She was doomed.”
Continue reading Book Review: Mina Cortez by Jeffrey Cook
I received an ARC of this book in return for an honest review
Okay, so I’m a bit behind here and I am really sorry about that. My head hasn’t been in the game as much due to a number of family things stemming from preterm labor to a shooting. It has been one of those months where I can’t help but look up and say “Okay God…what in the world are you doing?” So I am a bit behind on reviews and I am hoping to knock out a few of them today (*gasp*). Maybe I’ll even get some work done on The Misplaced Selchie. (*gasp again*)
If you are curious as to what will be popping up in the next week, I’m working on reviews for these books:
Chasing Rabbits by Erin Bedford
Angel in Training by C.L. Coffey
Angel Eclipsed by C.L. Coffey
Angel Tormented by C.L. Coffey
The Portal Prophecies: A Keeper’s Destiny by C.A. King
That is, of course, not including this review you are reading right now which is a little bit outside my normal forte. That’s right…this is a romance (*cue shocked gasps all around*). No, I jest. I’m not stranger to romance books. While they are definitely not my favorite, sometimes you just can’t help pick up one of those cutesy ones to make you feel a bit better. They can be fun and just as gripping as any other genre, so long as the author doesn’t completely forget the plot and just write page after page of sex and smut (I’m looking at you Laurell K. Hamilton). This book, did not have that problem at all though because, while a romance, it was about the story and not sex.
“You’re definitely not the man for this dog.”
“That’s because that’s not a man’s dog. It’s not a companion who flops down by your feet in front of a fireplace. That wears diapers. That has to be hand-fed. That wears a bow in its four strands of scraggly hair.”
Continue reading Book Review: Black Poodle Over Seven Hills by Victoria Bastedo