I was fifteen minutes late for the party and still wasn’t dressed. I hate being in a rush. Whenever I am in a hurry my mind veers off into a panicked frenzy while my body desperately tries to keep up. My thoughts bounce around like pinballs scattering from side to side in my brain without any real direction. My body desperately attempts to create a clear path for the ball to go, but despite the efforts the ball never seems to reach its destination.

At least I had my dress on- but it needed to be zipped up the back. My hair and makeup was complete, but I was still in search of a missing shoe. I hadn’t even thought about accessories as I scurried around the hotel room scrambling to finish all the last minute details. I had given up on being punctual twenty minutes ago and cursed that shoe for disappearing.

As I looked around the elaborate room, with its high-vaulted ceilings and dark mahogany wood floors, I couldn’t help but feel entitled.  Everything in the room was coated in rich, luscious fabrics and only the finest furnishings.  Red velvet drapes hang over the windows while cream-colored bedding anchors the room’s dramatic flair. The scent of cinnamon apple floats through the room, making me miss the comforts that holidays carry with them. The room strove to appear homey, but vastly failed in my opinion.

It was ridiculously over the top, but what daddy’s little girl wants, daddy’s little girl gets. This was, after all, my party. I should be prepared and relaxed, not scatterbrained and frantic. With every passing minute I tried to convince myself that this was the right decision. That marrying Ayden was everything I ever wanted and more...but deep inside I knew that wasn’t the ‘truth’ my dreams were shouting at me. The longer I procrastinated the better I felt about calling the whole thing off. Too bad I had come to terms with living a life that was chosen for me rather than because of me.

Coming from a well-known and quite established Texan family, I never wanted for a single thing my entire life. I never had to worry about anything because my Daddy always took care of me.  If a problem occurred, I only needed to say ‘please Daddy, fix it for me’, and it was magically taken care of without any effort on my part. I was after all his only daughter, and he loved to spoil me rotten. I guess what people say isn’t so true after all because money cannot buy happiness. Daddy strove to alleviate my obvious discontent by tossing money at the problem. The bubble he surrounded me with was starting to squeeze the life out of me. It almost seemed he knew I was nearing my breaking point as he dumped more financial compensation on my unhappiness, which was growing stronger and stronger. Money for flowers, money for invitations, and more money for every other thing he was trying to ignore.

The air was quickly leaking out of my bubble the closer to the wedding I got. No amount of money or ignorance was going to help me breathe again. Inhaling became a chore rather than second nature. Exhaling the little oxygen my lungs possessed was excruciating. Again the redundant phrase ‘Truth’ kept orbiting around in my mind like an Olympic track runner vying for the gold metal.

I never have any real input into what is going on around me. From an early age I was told who I was, what I was to become, and how I was to accomplish it. I come from a life of privilege and have been groomed this whole time to be the perfect daughter.  The standard I had to live up to was well above normal expectations for most.

I feel like a caged animal at the zoo. Overbearing eyes watching my every move, waiting for something to happen or a reason for the zookeepers to lock me away until I learn how to behave. Everyone was available to judge me and no one was allowed to get to know me, not the real me at least. I was to be seen but not heard. I regretfully watched through the bars that enclosed my life, knowing there would never be an escape from my endless captivity.

Even though I only met my Grannie Anna once, years ago, sometimes I feel that she has been the only person to ever really ‘get’ me. Her outlandish talk about magical worlds parallel to ours captivated my naive imagination. The so-called enchanted pearls she discreetly slipped into my palm moments before her abrupt departure tied an invisible string of hope between us.

As the necklace rolled around in my hand and I fingered each individual pearl I only felt their cold, smooth texture. Her raspy voice lingered in my ears for hours after she was gone. I remember Grannie Anna whispering softly as she hugged me goodbye, “Take these and show no one, for they are magical pearls blessed by a voodoo queen. When the time is right you will know how to use them and why they were created for only you. They will lead you to where you need to go even if you do not know the way. Fear not my darling, only good will come to you as long as good is all you release back into the world. The spirits of nature will carry you to your true love if you only allow them entrance. You are brave Rosalee, you are special, and they can never take that from you. There is truth out there if only you choose to let it in once it finds you. I love you, darling and I will see you again. No one can keep us apart, not even your father.” Her cryptic message never made any sense until recently when the dreams started to come to me.

I stood staring in the mirror, checking myself out before I would have to make a mad dash to the elevators.  One of many engagement parties were being held downstairs for my upcoming nuptials.  Once again I would I put on a happy face and play the role of perfect daughter and fiancée.

My Daddy had rented out the Driskill Hotel in downtown Austin for tonight’s extravagant celebration. The hotel was over a hundred years old and was known for hosting numerous events for socialites like myself. My father really had outdone himself on this occasion, but that was a normal occurrence with my family. He had arranged for tonight’s guests to have rooms at the hotel while the party would take place downstairs in the restaurant.  We had family coming in from all over Texas, from El Paso to Houston. 

Everyone was going to be there tonight to celebrate my special occasion except the person I wanted most – my Grannie Anna. After her sporadic visit my father forbid us to keep in contact, until he told me when I was eighteen that she had died. He said she had died peacefully in her sleep and that he was her only child. Whenever I would ask questions he would say that he was an only child and that he had no family back home in New Orleans.

Knock! Bang! Knock! Bang! I was thrust out of my thoughts by a loud and obnoxious pounding on the door and knew instantly it was my best friend and maid of honor, Zoey. “Hello! I know you’re in there!” she yelled through the thick wooden barrier. “Open the door!” she continued as she banged relentlessly at the door. Zoey was by no means a patient person. With every thump against the door you would have thought there was a rhinoceros slamming against the entrance...but no, it was a petite yet feisty little girl on a mission.

I yelled back to her, “Hold on! I'm coming!” I pulled up the zipper on my dress while scurrying to the entrance. My feet glided across the velvety carpet as I ran towards the door, and an agitated Zoey.

As I reached the door I could hear her yelling again, and this time she was even louder. “The best man isn’t going to be snagged up by some other trash you call a bridesmaid because I’m stuck here waiting on your slow-poke ass to get ready!” Zoey continued to beat on the door as if she didn’t hear me say I was on my way. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I barked back as I unlatched the safety lock. “It is my party you know! So I can be fashionably late if I want to!” I said as I pried open the hotel door and let her in.  She rolled her eyes and smacked me on the butt as she passed through the entrance. My bottom burned from the violent show of affection and I tenderly rubbed it to ease the pain.

I didn’t even try to fight back a smile; Zoey always brightened my day whether she knew it or not. She sure did have a way with words as well as with men; I don’t know what she was worried about being late for. She was beyond perfection; every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her.  She never stayed attached to any one particular guy for too long because she said life was too short. She was wild and untamed and I envied her for it.

She was no less than 5’7” with waist length, blonde silky strands that flowed like liquid gold.  She was built just the way the boys liked and she knew just how to use that against them. There was no doubt in my mind that she had absolutely no competition for the best man’s heart, but I think she just liked giving me a hard time. She could always get a rise out of me no matter how hard I tried to stop her. Her intentions were never honorable and I knew good and well she wasn’t interested in stealing any hearts tonight.

“Seriously Zoey, as if you need another notch to add to your bed post,” I said with a smirk.

Zoey and I have been best friends as long as I can remember.  I might have not had a sister but she was my adopted sibling from the day we met. She is very different from me, which I think only makes us a better pair.  Where I am all sweet and classy, she is uninhabited and over the top.  She loves the spot light to be on her and loves any attention she can get. She is the most loyal person I’ve ever known and I don’t know if I could make it through life without her by my side. 

She stopped in her tracks, “Excuse me… little miss virgin! Some of us actually enjoy the company of a hot, sweaty man from time to time!” She winked at me while snickering, “You know Rosalee, you might enjoy it if you ever gave it a try. My bed post is severally dented for a reason and it isn’t for a distressed finish.”

I narrowed my eyes at the back of her head, “You know some people might think you were a whore if they didn’t know you.” I giggled as she shot me an evil glare over her shoulder. “Oh… the rumors are true! So you admit to being a total a skankadoo!” Zoey instantly turned on her heels and started her retaliation.

She tackled me onto the bed and fiercely tickled my feet while sitting on top of me. I tried to thrash and wiggle out from beneath her, but it was useless so I reluctantly gave in, “Uncle! Uncle!” The moment she released one foot I blurted out my forced apology, “You aren’t a skankadoo!” As I felt my remaining foot slip from her grasp I continued, “Now you’ve gone and messed up my hair, are you happy?” I rubbed my fingers through my locks as I righted myself on the bed.

“Your hair was already fixed?” she asked jokingly.

“Yes!” I said as we both chuckled at our immature horse-playing that was only further making me late to the party. “Now can you be of some help? I’m missing one of my heels and I’m convinced you had something to do with its disappearance.”

She stood from the bed and pulled down her black dress before helping me in my hunt to find my missing shoe. “If I was going to steal your heels then it would make more sense to take both of them you dumbass! Plus, no one can feet their feet into your midget sized shoes anyways.” Zoey lifted up the covers that dangled over the edge of the bed while yelling out, “How does someone misplace a shoe anyways? This room is a pig-sty! What have you been doing in here besides procrastinating?”

I stuck my head through the bathroom door while saying, “I’m a nervous wreck Zoey! I’m late and I’m not even close to being ready. You know how this will look to my mother; she’s already been on my ass all morning! And for your information I do not have midget feet, sasquatch!”

Zoey pulled herself off the ground and shot me a dirty look, “Watch it princess.” she said while snickering at me as I ducked back into the bathroom before she could toss the pillow she was holding. “Chicken!” was all I heard before I slammed the door closed.

I always tried my best to be prim and proper to appease my family, but Zoey always knew how to test the limits on the bubble I placed myself within.  She always got us into trouble but somehow always managed to sweet-talk our way out of it just as quick. She gave my boring, bland life the swift kick in the rear end that it needed.  There was never a dull minute with Zoey and I was grateful beyond knowing for the tiny slither of excitement she gave my life.

She was always trying to bring the wild side out in me that I never thought existed. Given the opportunity, she would push me to test the limits that my parents strictly enforced. My father ruled with an iron fist and had no problem reminding me that anytime I dared to cross the line he had set forth before me. He would tell me that he had raised a lady and by no means should I ever be treated as anything less than that as long as he was still around. Daddy was very much the typical, southern gentleman that believed woman should be idolized, not degraded. Although honorable in theory, it was not always the exciting route to travel when you wanted to be rebellious.

I bravely came out of the bathroom to see Zoey laid out on the cream-colored bedspread. “Zoey!” She opened one eye while giving me a half smile. “Will you at least help pick out some jewelry if you aren’t going to help find my other shoe?” I ran around the oversized bed to the closet only to spot my shoe sitting there on the floor like it had been there the entire time. As I stared at the heel it almost seemed to taunt me from where I stood. I snatched up the cocky little runaway before walking to the full-length mirror so I could check out my soon-to-be completed outfit.

Zoey sat at the small vanity in the corner digging through my jewelry box as she asked, “Which one do you want, jewelry or shoe?”

“I found the sandal- it was hiding in the closet. Pesky little bastard!” I screeched as I marched across the room on a mission.  “Any luck?” I questioned, while looking in the mirror at myself.

I stood there with my little 5’2 rail-thin frame, trying my very best to fill out the Chanel dress I was wearing.  I was by no means as well-endowed as Zoey was, but I like to think that my ‘assets’ were in proportion to my size.  I might have only been a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet but I didn’t look scrawny.  I was naturally a petite girl who portrayed the average girl next door when it came to looks. My Italian/French heritage made me look just the tiniest bit exotic but still left me looking plain Jane enough to blend in with the norm. I like to think that I stand out in my own special way.

The dress I was wearing was a beautiful shade of cream that made my olive-colored skin glow in the color contrast.  The Chanel dress fit like a glove; it made my little perky breasts look a cup size bigger and my tush look amazing. The dress curved around my body like a second skin. It was almost to my knees with a small split up the center of the back hem line and little cap sleeves draping over my shoulders.

My auburn hair was down, and lay just below my shoulders with a slight curve in toward my heart-shaped face.  The color sparkled like the perfect mix between crimson red and hot chocolate brown.  It was the perfect combination of colors to accent my eyes and skin tone. Thank the Lord for Brazilian Blowouts and Lance, my hair dresser, for taming the mess I refer to as my hair. Although it is silky straight tonight that is not typically the case.  My hair is naturally curly and most of the time downright unruly.  Things like that didn’t matter when I could spend five hundred dollars getting it done by the best hair stylist in Austin. I swear Lance worked magic with his hands when tackling my wild tresses.

My eyes are almond shaped, and are just big enough to give me that doe-like expression that everyone seems to love.  I personally think they look freakishly large, but I always seem to get compliments on them regardless.  They are the deepest color of brown I've ever seen; they are so dark they almost borderline looking black.  My mother has the same color and eye  shape. These traits have been passed down for years in her Italian lineage.  My father always did say it was my mother’s eyes that made him fall in love with her. He would joke that I was going to be a heartbreaker just like she was, because no man in his right mind could resist eyes that enchanting. Thankfully looks were the only thing I had in common with my mother.

Now that I had both shoes, I started squeezing my little size six feet into a pair of olive green ‘fuck me’ pumps as Zoey called them.  The five inch platform Christian Louboutins I was wearing suddenly made me feel confident as I slipped them on. They seemed to make me stand straighter and my butt look plumper.  Zoey had helped me pick them out a few weeks ago since she was my self-proclaimed stylist. I was always too modest to wear such gaudy shoes but Zoey gave me the strength I needed to pull them off.  Maybe the way they made my body change instantly was why Zoey referred to them as ‘fuck me’ pumps. I always assumed it was because they were stripper-ish in design, but looking in the mirror at my reflection I could now see what she truly meant.  They made every part of my girlish figure transform into a mature, sexy young lady as though they were magic Cinderella shoes. A perfect fit considering I was about to head down the stairs to meet my Prince Charming.

“Yeah, I think so.” She answered before standing to her feet. “I’ve never seen you wear these before…” she drifted off mid-thought as she flowed across the room toward me. She could be so poised and elegant when she wanted to be...but most of the time Zoey was quite the character.

As she walked closer I could see what she had dangling from her ivory-toned hand. Laced through her fingers and bouncing with each step she took were the soft, creamy pearls that I had long forgotten were in my jewelry box. The simple string of pearls she held absently in the palm of her hand began to flood my mind with intense memories of my grandmother.

“These are classic and I think they will help make you look like a whored up version of Jackie-O,” was all she said as she helped put the pearl necklace around my slender neck. As the rounded balls graced my collarbone I felt a surge of energy flow through my whole body.

Memories mixed with my recent dreams came crashing down on me with intense force. Bam! Bam! Bam! One after another rapidly flew through my mind like a seagull taking flight at the beach after he finds a lonely crumb on the sand. I take a ginormous gulp of air as I sense Zoey walk away from me. Those pearls opened up a piece of my soul. And just as quickly as it all came to me...it escaped . Nothing made sense, but somehow I still felt the slightest tingle haunting me as I twisted the beads around my fingertips.

Grannie Anna had given me those pearls the before she died.  I never wore them for fear of losing them, but tonight seemed like the perfect occasion to wear them. She said they were blessed with good luck and would help me find my soul mate. Grannie Anna was a Cajun-French kook from New Orleans, Louisiana who spoke of voodoo witchcraft and spells. I just blew it off as her being old and crazy; it was part of her charm and I never questioned it. Just like being under that old oak tree, these pearls made me feel connected to her. It instantly brought me back to a sense of calm knowing I had a piece of her with me tonight. I can’t be positive but I truly believe that the lingering prickles tracing through my veins is a piece of my Grannie Anna. Somehow she was telling me that everything was going to be just fine and for the first time in a long time I felt complete.

“Hmm… I will try my best to take that as a compliment, but I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to compare Jackie-O to a prostitute” was all I could say in response to that previous statement. Here I was thinking of my sweet little grannie and there Zoey was talking about whoring me up.

Just as my eyes were starting to get watery at the thought of my grannie, Zoey abruptly stopped my moment of remembrance with yet another wild comment. “Seriously Rosalee…you look freaking hot! Ayden is going to fall out of his chair when he sees you!” I turned to see her checking herself out in the mirror and giggled to myself quietly. She wasn’t even looking at me as she spoke. “Well, that’s if you hurry up so we can make it to the party before it’s over.” She turned from the mirror and started walking straight for me while raising her voice to an authoritative tone, “I swear you are so damn slow!” As I jumped up from the end of the bed she started to smile brightly while gently tapping me several times on the butt again, “Scoot… Scoot my little darling! Let’s get this show on the road.” She grabbed my wrist and proceeded to drag me towards the door.

I've been working on my rewrite of Falling and I must say that it keeps getting better and better! I love the progress that I'm making with Rosalee & Harlan's relationship. Decided to take it down a different path and I am nearly finished. I can't wait to have it all done so that I can publish it! I hate that it's taken longer than expected but my job {husband insists that I have to work until I make it big} has been getting in the way of my writing.

I took some time away from the book and just focused on reading to give me inspiration. I have read so many books this last week or two that I can't even keep count. But now I am ready to get working on Falling for you guys to enjoy! Hopefully I can post a teaser soon so that ya'll can get another taste of Rosalee's life.

Well, let me get back to writing since I left off at an interesting spot in the book. I've also decided to change the both from both Rosalee & Harlan's POV to just Rosalee's. Then I am going to take what I've written thus far and continue to edit it for a spin off book for Harlan's POV. Well I hope this little update helps because I have been horrible about keeping people updated latel


jeaniene frost

Wow! Wow! Wow! I seriously feel like my Paranormal Romance readers-friends have been holding out on me with these books! This author is creeping up to my top five list very, very fast!

This book gives me everything I look for in a book... feisty little spunky leading lady... swoon-worthy, hot man candy leading man... adventure with just enough blood & guts that lights up my sick-twisted paranormal world mixed with just the right amount of carefree-smutty romance.

I am trying to pace myself with this series but it's hard! All I want to do is read, read, read! I'm going to be starting book three next, so I am trying to squeeze another book in between each book of the series, that way I can take my time with this series. Easier said than done ; )

abbi glines

If you haven't read Abbi Gline before, then you are seriously missing out! I read Existence months ago when I first bought my Kindle. I somehow stuck the rest of her books under the to-read stack and forgot about them. I saw a bunch of people reading the Vincent Boys/Brothers and had to reconnect with this amazing author!

I am so happy that I did because I read all three of these and loved them each! They are all so different and will make you want to pull your hair out one minute and scream with fury the next. Just a whirlwind of emotions that keep you going up until the last page.

If you like books like Callum & Harper - Thomas & January - Fragile - Going Under - then you will totally love Abbi Gline's books!

amy miles

This book was interesting... I didn't love it nor did I hate it. It was somewhere in between. It really just depends on the top of person you are and what kind of things you like to read.

The one thing that I did like about this book is how the girl was the flake! Well that's kind of annoying in any book but this was refreshing because the girl was the one running away from the drama and heartbreak.

kirsty moseley

If you read books like Almost or Scars or Beautiful Disaster then you will love books like this one!

It's raw and vivid. You have to be able to handle what you don't want to hear when you read this book. It's not the everyday love story but then at the same time it is.

It's everything you love in a contemporary romance book with all the drama & stress of a realistic love story. It's a great book that will leave you touched because of it. Opens your eyes to the power of love. Not only the power to heal and protect but also that power love has to destroy and suppress. 

kim harrison

I'm not sure how I feel about this book. It was okay at best. Just not my cup of tea and I can't decide if I'll read any more of the series. I hear great things but I just can't get into it. I am drawn more towards the Paranormal Romance genre but I also like just everyday Paranormal/Urban Fantasy. This book didn't have enough of any one thing to keep me fully involved in this series. I wanted to like it more than I did but I just couldn't.

Might be a great book for others but just wasn't the one for me. Not enough sexual tension or love interest. There was adventure but at parts I felt bored with it? And I love a good witch but I prefer the ones who can make things happen with chants and spells - this breed of witch was more about amulets and charms. Just not for me, sorry!

I'm trying but it's just not happening for me

I am reading these 3 books in between my others. I've never done that before. Typically if I get bored I just stop reading it because I don't want to waste time on it. Or I keep strong and finish the book so I can make a decision of how I really feel about a book.
Wrecked - I love Elle Casey! But this book just isn't working for me. Too many point of views and just unrealistic. And I don't mean the shipwrecked part, I just mean the characters. I can't like any of them and can't understand them or why they do what they do.

Water - A good book blogger friend told me about this one and I am trying to get into it as well and I'm struggling. When I talked to her about it she had similar hangups but said that their is a twist that will blow me a way. I promised to see it through because now I have to know what happens. Same problems with this book as I do with Wrecked. I just don't connect to the characters and it just doesn't seem realistic to me. Yeah, even paranormal has limitations in my world. If it's not believable even for a book that's out there then it's really hard to understand. It's one thing to build a fantasy world and make it connect and it's another to half-ass build a fantasy world and give me reasons to doubt it.

Possessed - This is Book 3 in the series and I have been dying for this one to release. I don't know if too much time has passed in between reading Book 2 & Book 3 or if my taste has changed? This one just seems repetitive and dull. I am hoping it picks up but I'm worried it's not going to.
I've been ignoring you all and I'm sorry but I have been on a reading binge this past week. I think I read like 8 books this week alone. Yeah... sad I know! I just keep reading one after the other and they were all so good that I couldn't make myself stop.

I've only stopped today because it was Pamper Nikki Day. You know, lunch with my bestie, massage, and then mani/pedi to top it off. Can't say that I wanted to read more than I wanted to spoil myself because that would just be a flat out lie. It's a toss up between beauty and books for this little girl!

I will be posting reviews soon of all the ones I read since my last book blog review. Lets see... I read a lot of Abbi Glines (Because of Low/Vincent Boys/Vincent Brothers) & I read Morgan Rice's book Turned. It seems like I'm missing one but I can't for the life of me remember off hand.

BTW... totally off topic and all - my cat is tearing up two of my dogs. You would think the one who is completely deaf and partially blind wouldn't be so bold but you would be wrong. I'm pretty sure she is the bad ass in the group. She loves to mess with that cat and he doesn't hesitate to slap her in the head. I think he enjoys it more than she does to be honest. Big ol' mean kitty cat beating up on that poor lil' handicapped dog - he should be ashamed but nope... he's chilling on the coffee table waiting for round two! The two big ones are napping; enjoying the AC I'm sure. The little boy one, well he is just trouble to begin with. Hence the husband mending the fences out side because they broke out this morning and decided to go on an adventure! Thank goodness the neighbor found them because they had went down the road and into the pond and took a little dip to cool themselves off I guess. She found them between that neighbors house and her house so she kept them occupied until Casey could climb over the fence and toss them back over. You might be asking why not just drive down the road and ask the neighbor if we can be let into their back pasture but it's simple really. Last time they were caught chasing chickens after their little skinny dipping adventure (this was I know a year ago, but I'm not gunna chance it). We live in a small po-dunk town and people aren't opposed to shooting a stray dog or two causing trouble! The only reason I didn't beat their little asses this morning was one because it was 8am on a Saturday and two because the deaf/blind one was missing! Yeah, mama wasn't too happy to only count 3 little runaways at the crack of dawn on her day off. I left Casey to clean up that mess while I ran back to the house and prayed that Kennedy was okay. All I could think of was the worst possible things and I'm pretty sure I suffered a mild heart attack. Especially when I got in the back yard and she was no where to be seen. I lost it then but luckily I found her curled up in her dog house sleeping like a baby. Thank goodness she is deaf and must of missed them breaking out or else I would hate to know what might of happened. The other three little bastard kids are seriously in the dog house from here on out. The invisible fence will be going back up as well as a fort knox security of stones/railroad ties/stakes etc to hold their butts in our yard!

Okay... so anyway as you can tell I've been a busy little bee this week so I'm behind on my blogging. I am hosting a get-together tonight so I don't know when I'll be up and running again. Hold on and wait for me though because I'll be back in no time and ready to share plenty of reviews with you!
I've been a busy little bee these past few days. I think I've read a book a day for the last week. I've been neglecting my own book but I just need space from it right now. There are so many decisions I am trying to make and haven't felt 100% committed just yet. Soon... Soon, I promise! Anyways. I've got some great books to tell you about that will not disappoint you! The three that I am going to review today were all 5 star reviews! It's been a while that I've been so shocked to read one great book after another. Maybe that's why I can't focus - I'm in a good book zone and can't break away from the happiness of it all. So go read these books and let me know what you think!

{don't forget to click the pictures to go straight to amazon kindle to buy them!}

5 little bookworm Books!

Book review #1

Spirits in the Trees
by Morgan Hannah MacDonald

As I've posted in a previous book blog, Morgan Hannah MacDonald is amazing! Her book Sandman will keep you on your toes and this new book is no exception! She has done it again! Her books actually make you feel the goosebumps creep up your arm and the hairs stand on the back of your neck. Yep... she's that good and scaring you! A scary plot, powerful leading lady, and a sexy come-to-the-rescue hunky male costar : )

This book will leave you haunted to your core and make you keep the nightlight on long after the book is over with. Trust me when I tell you that she is by far my favorite serial killer writer out there. She gets in their minds and creates an evil person that makes your skin crawl. She isn't afraid to push the boundaries and test your limits. This book isn't for the faint of heart and surely isn't for ever reader. It takes a gutsy person to read her riding but if you have it in you, you won't be disappointed.

This is the first book of a trilogy and I can't wait for the next two! She is probably one of my favorite authors of all times and definitely my favorite thriller based writer. If you haven't heard of her then you are missing out on an amazing story teller. 

book review #2 & #3

Callum & Harper
by Fisher Amelie

Wow... how have I not been known about this amazing writer before now? I feel cheated... some of my book friends have obviously been holding out of me : )

Callum & Harper are such a cute couple! So adorable and you can't help but fall in love with them both. Their little romance will leave you so frustrated and annoyed but in a good way. Towards the end I cried. I don't mean, one lonely tear, I mean sobbing that made my vision blurry and prevented me from reading the book until I pulled myself together kind of cry. Later that afternoon my husband grabbed my hand and was like whats that? Embarrassed, I responded with "left over mascara from crying earlier and wiping it off." Oh yeah, I got the crazy husband glare that said 'I'll never understand you & your fantasy characters'. Should of known to hide the evidence of my pathetic little tear fest but nope, I was caught red-handed with my fingers in the cookie jar and crumbles stuck to my chin. Whatever, Callum & Harper was so worth it! I feel in love with this story, these characters, and this author! 

Thomas & January
by Fisher Amelie

After finishing Callum & Harper I immediately went to Amazon to buy Thomas & January. It was a spin off book and I almost think it was better than the original. As much as I loved Callum & Harper... I have to be honest, I really, really, head-over-heels feel in love with Thomas & January. No tears this go around but that's okay because I was too busy being happy.

This book was a little more mature and a tab more believable to be honest. I found myself getting lost in their love story because it wasn't as complicated as Callum & Harper's story. To be fair, it would be like comparing apples and oranges. The two books stand alone and are both equally unique plots. I can't wait for the next one to come out! These books made me feel like I did when I read Scars & Beautiful Disaster. Well, Callum & Harper gave a more intense, emotional roller coaster of a literary ride but the overall theme of Thomas & January was similar. They were just such different story lines and they left me feeling a change within myself. Just wonderful books that give a refreshing breathe of fresh air from my usual paranormal romance books. 

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by Shelly Crane

This was a very interesting take on the paranormal romance world I usual stick too. I went into not really knowing what it was about. I feel in love with Eli right off the bat and couldn't wait to find out what type of supernatural he was. I was pleasantly surprised and impressed by the unique story of Devour. I've always heard a lot about Shelly Crane but never got around to reading one of her books. I was happy that I moved this series up to the top of my to-read list. The characters were interesting and had deep stories from their past to intertwine with their present, complicated situation. Very well written and entertaining series that will keep you interested from the first to last page.

Both Devour & the follow-up book, Consume, were great stories with a different twist to the paranormal typical breeds of supernaturals. I have both books 4 out of 5 stars and would recommend Shelly Crane's books to friends as well as read other series that she has out. If you decide to read them please let me know what you think of them.


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Spirits in the trees

morgan hannah macdonald


An abandoned house, a psychotic killer, and a victim reaching out from the grave. A woman must unearth deadly family secrets before she becomes a ghost herself.

Madeline Anderson goes to Isabelle Island, Washington, to sell a family home abandoned over forty years before. Bizarre things occur the moment she steps on the property. Inside the dilapidated old house, items move about of their own accord. Strange noises come from empty rooms. She has a vivid, recurring dream of a woman running for her life. The wind rustling through the trees sounds like urgent, murmuring voices. When the cacophony dies down, one single word emerges:


At first, Doug Lindstrom, the hot fireman helping Maddy restore the old home, doesn't believe anything is going on. He’s certain Maddy is jumping at shadows because she heard the local kids call the house haunted. That is, until he witnesses horrific violence himself that he can't explain away. After Maddy’s life is threatened not once, but twice, Doug vows there will not be a third time.


While searching for answers, Maddy uncovers astonishing secrets about her aunt's past. Finding more questions then answers, she digs deeper until she stumbles across evidence of a cold case involving a serial killer nicknamed The Seaside Strangler. Together, Doug and Maddy must unmask a killer. The lives they save just might be their own.

WARNING: This book contains graphic violence.

I read sandman months ago when i first got my kindle - wow it's a good book and i was surprised to see she just released her new book & it's free on amazon today!

by Morgan Hannah MacDonald


A serial killer on the loose, a woman being stalked, and a homicide detective who must find the connection between the two before it's too late.

He collects women. He imprisons them, plays with them, tortures them. Then removes a souvenir. They call him the SANDMAN.

Meagan McInnis is being plagued with late night calls, yet when she answers, no one is there. Then one night she makes a grisly discovery in her own backyard.

The caller is silent no more.

Homicide Detective, J.J. Thomas, realizes Meagan is the key to finding the Sandman. Not only must he protect her, but he must find the connection between her and the killer before it's too late.

WARNING: This is a Romantic Thriller that contains adult language, explicit sex and graphic violence.

EXCERPT: Sean heard a strange buzzing sound. He stopped, brows furrowed, and concentrated on zeroing in on the exact location of the noise. Failing at this, he shrugged, and then continued up the strand. But with each step his uncertainty grew. The irritating cacophony had increased in volume.
Within seconds Sean found himself about fifty feet from where he’d left his gear. Before him lay a blanket of black that appeared to be moving. “What the hell?” He hesitated, waiting for the synapses in his brain to start firing, before taking another step.
When he found no logical explanation, he gently rested his board on the sand and made his way closer until he stood directly in front of the sight. His hand cupped his nose. The stench reminded him of hard-boiled eggs gone bad. Very, very bad.
Okay, strike the moving blanket crack. It was more like a black cloud hovering over his belongings. Flies. He had an inkling that it was not the seaweed they found interesting. Something dead had washed up on shore and he was less than eager to find out what it was. A seagull? A fish? A seal? Whatever it was, it would not be pretty no matter how long it had been dead.
Slowly, he reached down to pick up his sweater with one hand, while the other reached for the strap on his backpack. The flies swarmed up for a brief moment, just long enough to reveal their prey, before settling back down into a dark writhing carpet.
An unintelligible sound escaped Sean’s lips. He gasped for air while instinctively taking a step back. He’d seen some hairy things in his life, but nothing even close to this. Icy fingers of fear raced up his spine; his heartbeat hammered in his chest.
Sean couldn’t look away even if he had wanted to. Some strange fascination took hold of his brain and wouldn’t let go. Systematically, his mind dissected the grisly scene before him.
Sticking out of the rolling mound of seaweed was a woman’s arm. It was stiff as a mannequin’s, extending skyward as if reaching to him for help. The mottled blue hand wore long red fingernails, two of which had been broken down to the quick. Seaweed was wrapped around her arm like a feather boa.
Sean’s gaze then locked onto another object protruding from the sandy grave: a leg that seemed to be severed mid-thigh, but closer inspection revealed that it was really half-buried. It too appeared tangled in the bubbly brown vegetation.
The foot, like the hand, wore a shock of bright red polish on its perfectly manicured toes, clashing with the bluish pallor of the flesh. His eyes grew wide at the sight of flies and sand crabs greedily devouring the soft tissue. He choked back bile. The spell was broken.
Sean stepped backward so fast he tripped over his own feet and landed on his butt. He scrambled up and raced toward the shore. He couldn’t get away fast enough. He reached the water’s edge before falling to his hands and knees. His insides lurched so hard that he thought he would spew his stomach lining. Dry heaves continued long after his stomach had emptied. He collapsed, exhausted. A wave washed over him, but he hardly noticed.

Water by Terra Harmony
(free on amazon - just click the book!)

Elemental powers in the palm of her hand…and it won't be enough to save her. When Kaitlyn Alder is involuntarily introduced to a life of magic, she becomes part of an organization hell-bent on saving the Earth. Her new found life holds promises of purpose, romance, and friendship, but the organization divides and a rogue member holds Kaitlyn hostage. Now one of the most terrifying men the human race has to offer stands between her and Earth's survival.

This novel contains sexual situations, some non-consensual, and is for mature readers only.

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Title: Water
Author: Terra Harmony
Source: ebook from author for review

goodreads... Elemental powers in the palm of her hand...and it won't be enough to save her. When Kaitlyn Alder is involuntarily introduced to a life of magic, she becomes part of an organization hell-bent on saving the Earth. Just as her new-found life holds promises of purpose, romance, and friendship, the organization divides and a rogue member holds Kaitlyn hostage. Now one of the most terrifying men the human race has to offer stands between her and Earth's survival.

My take... Kaitlyn is trying to outrace an avalanche but she is not quick enough. Instead of waking up as the dinner to a pack of wolves or even dead, she is waking up in a bed on a tropical island. How did she end up here? And why does she get the feeling it’s not safe? Soon answers start coming, albeit not quick enough, and Kaitlyn is learning new things about herself she never knew. She soon accepts her fate and starts learning how to control her powers. But before she can get a hold of this new life she is kidnapped once again. This time her captor is anything but nice. He has a plan and torture is just the beginning.

So here I was about to start Water and totally thought I was going to get a Tree Hugging, Save the Earth lecture. What I actually got was anything but. It was a fabulous story with a unique storyline. Water was fresh and unlike anything I have ever read before. And the flow and balance of the book was perfect. You got the right amount of suspense, romance, and action. The author gave the right amount of detail in the book too, which left me smiling. (I sometimes will skip over several paragraphs in a book due to too much detail.)

Kaitlyn is a brave, yet slightly sarcastic, woman who rose out of the ashes and only became stronger. She wasn't going to let getting kidnapped bring her down. She got fierce and was a force to be reckoned with. When up against an obstacle she always found a way to overcome it. This is no timid little girl. No way, nuh uh! I loved her and found myself wondering what she (and Micah) was up to while I was laboring away cleaning my house. Don't you hate that...knowing the characters are having more fun in their book while you are cleaning and working? BOO!
But how can I go on and on about how great this book was when there is a rape involved? Do I come off as an insensitive, heartless wretch? And here I am lying in bed at 1 am writing part of this review knowing it won’t wait until morning. This book was great and heartbreaking all at the same time. I hated some of the things that happened in the book (referring to the rape) but the other things made it great. And those great things kept me reading; it as if I couldn’t get enough of the book.

I don’t usually read the excerpts from the next books at the end…but this one I had to. I am completely and utterly ready to get my hands on Air. It is a must! I have to know what happens to these characters I instantly fell in love with. What will happen to Kaitlyn? Will lives be shattered even more? Will love triumph over evil? 

Water is definitely not YA. So please keep that in mind when you are deciding if you want to read it or not.

Devour by shelly crane

Clara has it all. A wrestling star boyfriend, popular friends, all the right school activities...pretty much a perfect life...up until her parents died. Now she lives with the Pastor and his family and though they take good care of her, she feels alone. Then her boyfriend, Tate, starts to show signs of trouble when a new guy, Eli, comes to town. Clara is fascinated with him but hides it until something happens. Eli confesses to her that she gives him something he's never had before...something he needs. Everything is about to change for this normal, pretty, popular girl in a supernatural way.

consume by shelly crane

Eli and Clara's story continues as she tries to finish high school. Eli is as over protective as ever and Tate and his group of friends are no help. They wait for the Horde, always looking over their shoulder. But the ever annoying but strangely prophetic bird begins to become more of a chatter box and Eli learns something that could change some things. Not just for him and Clara, but Devourers everywhere.

Then an unexpectedness guest comes forcing Eli to flee with Clara, leaving her temporary family behind. She is thrown into his world of underground 'traitors' and learns much of his past. They meet many new people and creatures along the way to freedom. But when tragedy strikes the two, will Clara see the monster in Eli? Can she handle his strange world and awful past? Will one of them lose their life forever...

4 little bookworms

my review

I have been meaning to read some of Shelly Crane's books for a while but have so many to pick from they kind of got lost in the to-read stack. I was referred by a friend (Mandy IREAD INDIE @ http://twimom101bookblog.blogspot.com/) to read her next so I did. I read both of these books over the weekend - they were easy reads and never got slow or boring. I read them both cover-to-cover in just a few hours. This review is going to be about both books by the way.

You will fall in love with Eli & Clara! At first I was a tad annoyed with Clara but finally she grew some balls and took up for herself. After that I really enjoyed her character and fell in love with their love story. They take you on an adventure and keep you begging for more! To be honest, I didn't know what this book was about (the paranormal aspect that is) and I was presently surprised. This was the first book of this type that I have read and it was an interesting take on the supernatural. In the first book I was basically pleading with Eli to tell me what he was. Oh how I love me some Eli : ) So after that little secret was exposed it was nice to see a different version of the paranormal and I enjoyed the newness of it all.

I also liked that the love triangle was short lived. I hate how some books draw it out (ie: Twilight) and prefer if you are going to keep you guessing then be more like (ie: Hunger Games) where it isn't ever defined until the end. This book got straight to the point and I like that. It gave you a good background story with Clara and then once the choice was made it never drifted backwards. I don't like weak female leads and so I was extremely happy when Clara put her big girl panties on and took charge! All I can say is that you will love to love Eli <3 He was a totally good guy wrapped up in a bad boy package! Yummo! Delicious! Did I tell you how much I liked Eli yet?

Overall I gave both of these books 4 outta 5 little bookworms and would recommend you read this for a change of pace. It's the typical teenage love story with a supernatural vibe that leaves you satisfied. There are several twists and turns along the way and you keep getting surprised by what happens next. I think you will enjoy this if you like other indie authors like Samantha Young and Amy Bartol. These two books even have some bonus chapters from other authors that will turn you on to them if you haven't already read them yet. So... go check it out! Both books were only like $2.99 so you can't beat that for a good love story with a happy ending : )