2/24/21

Death In Tranquility by Sharon Linnéa - GIVEAWAY!



5 STARS!

ABOUT THE BOOK -

No one talks to the cops. Everyone talks to the bartender. And Avalon Nash is one hell of a bartender. 

Avalon is on the run from her life in Los Angeles. Having a drink while waiting to change trains in the former Olympic town of Tranquility, New York, she discovers the freshly murdered bartender at MacTavish’s. A bartender herself, she’s offered the position with the warning he wasn’t the first MacTavish’s bartender to meet a violent end. 

Avalon’s superpower is collecting people’s stories, and she’s soon embroiled in the lives of artists, politicians, ghost hunters and descendants of Old Hollywood.

Can Avalon outrun the ghosts of her past, catch the ghosts of Tranquility’s past and outsmart a murderer?

The first book in the Bartender’s Guide to Murder series offers chills, laughs, and 30 of the best drink recipes ever imbibed.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR -

Sharon Linnéa wrote the bestselling Eden Series (Chasing Eden, Beyond Eden, Treasure of Eden and Plagues of Eden) with B.K. Sherer, as well as the standalone These Violent Delights, a movie murder series. She enjoyed working with Axel Avian on Colt Shore: Domino 29, a middle-grade spy thriller. She is also the author of Princess Ka’iulani: Hope of a Nation, Heart of a People about the last crown princess of Hawaii which won the prestigious Carter Woodson Award, and Raoul Wallenberg: the Man Who Stopped Death. She was a staff writer for five national magazines, a book editor at three publishers, and a celebrity ghost. She lives outside New York City with her family. In Orange County, she teaches The Book Inside You workshops with Thomas Mattingly.

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MY THOUGHTS -

Loved, loved, loved! 

Takes place in a small town bar - check, Ghosts - check, Awesome characters - check, Murder - check, And... artists - check!!  Everything that makes up a great book! 

This was a great little mystery but also... it gave me more than a few chuckles. I loved this. It made it more fun and not quite so serious (although, it really was... considering the murder and all).

A couple of awesome take-aways - ghosts! Yeah baby! Love a good ghost story. The ghost wasn't the main attraction but it was enough to make me happy. And, you know how some books have recipes in them???  :-P  This one has drink recipes !!!!! 

Daytime Secrets
Ingredients
2 cups lemon flavored sparkling water, chilled
½ cup citrus flavored vodka, chilled
½ cup fresh lemon juice
¼ cup sugar
¼ cup orange liqueur
Crushed ice
Garnish: lemon slices
Makes one pitcher
Combine first 5 ingredients in a large pitcher. Serve over crushed ice. Garnish each serving with a lemon slice, if desired.

This was a great story, fun, easy to follow. And, I love that this is a series. I will definitely be looking for #2.


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2/17/21

The Good Wife - Eleanor Porter

 



ABOUT THE BOOK -

Where will her loyalty lead her?

Once accused of witchcraft Martha Spicer is now free from the shadow of the gallows and lives a safe and happy life with her husband, Jacob. But when Jacob heads north to accompany his master, he warns Martha to keep her healing gifts a secret, to keep herself safe, to be a good wife.

Martha loves Jacob but without him there to protect her, she soon comes under the suspicious eye of the wicked Steward Boult, who’s heard of her talent and forces her to attend to him. If she refuses, he promises to destroy the good life she has built for herself with Jacob.

Desperate and alone, Martha faces a terrible decision: stay and be beholden to Boult or journey north to find Jacob who is reported to have been killed.. The road ahead is filled with danger, but also the promise of a brighter future. And where her gifts once threatened to be her downfall, might they now be the very thing that sets Martha free...?

The brilliant follow-up to Eleanor Porter's first novel of love, betrayal, superstition and fear in Elizabethan England. A story of female courage, ingenuity and determination , this is perfect for fans of Tracy Chevalier.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR -

Eleanor Porter has lectured at Universities in England and Hong Kong and her poetry and short fiction has been published in magazines. The Wheelwright’s Daughter was her first novel.

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MY THOUGHTS -

I love historical fiction and I love historical fiction about witches, or suspected witches! So... this was a win/win for me.

Sadly I did not get to read the first book -  The Wheelwright's Daughter, but it will  now be on my wish list! You don't need to read the first one to "get" this one. The author does a great job of making this feel like a stand alone.

This was very well written. I really did feel like I was right there. There was love, suspense, a real historical feel.

This was very interesting. Kept me wanting to read every page. Great character development. A definate must read for fans of "the witch trials" and historical fiction in general.

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2/9/21

The Widow Catcher - Jonette Blake with a GIVEAWAY!!




ABOUT THE BOOK -

Delia Frost loves her job at the bank. She loves her customers, most of whom are elderly. She doesn’t love the idea of quitting her job to travel around Australia in a motor home with her husband who is recovering from a heart attack. And she can’t bring herself to tell him that she doesn’t want to go. 

Days before she quits her job, she is invited to a book club meeting, run by a local celebrity. This seems like a beacon of hope, one last chance to do something for herself before she leaves it all behind. 

But this isn’t a random invitation.

Delia has been carefully selected by a serial killer to play her part in the murders of elderly widows.

​Finding herself caught in a web of blackmail and murder, Delia is now keen to leave this town behind. But the killer doesn’t want to let her go.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR -

Jonette Blake writes supernatural thrillers and suspense thrillers. She is the author of over ten books and dozens of short stories, writing as D L Richardson.

She was born in Ireland and grew up in Australia. She lived through the 80s and music is still a big part of her life. When she is not writing, she plays her piano and guitar, listens to music, reads, and enjoys the beach.

​She has held jobs in administration, sales and marketing, has worked in HR, payroll, and as a bank teller. Her latest novel The Widow Catcher is based on the coastal town she lives in and her own bank teller experience.

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MY THOUGHTS -

An enjoyable read. For me it was more about the characters than the mystery. I really grew to like this group of people and became interested in their lives. I loved that this mainly took place in a "Book club"! How fun! 

This story was more cozy than suspense, and maybe a little too cozy for my personal tastes. But it still was enjoyable and I do know that there are lots of readers out there that love books like this. So I do recommend this book for those who love cozy, easy going mysteries.

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1/27/21

Sweet Water by Cara Reinard, with a GIVEAWAY!


4.5 Stars!
 

January 1-31, 2021 Tour

ABOUT THE BOOK -

What did her son do in the woods last night? Does a mother really want to know?

It’s what Sarah Ellsworth dreamed of. Marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Martin. Living in a historic mansion in Pennsylvania’s most exclusive borough. And Finn, a teenage son with so much promise. Until…A call for help in the middle of the night leads Sarah and Martin to the woods, where they find Finn, injured, dazed, and weeping near his girlfriend’s dead body. Convinced he’s innocent, Sarah and Martin agree to protect their son at any cost and not report the crime.

But there are things Sarah finds hard to reconcile: a cover-up by Martin’s family that’s so unnervingly cold-blooded. Finn’s lies to the authorities are too comfortable, too proficient, not to arouse her suspicions. Even the secrets of the old house she lives in seem to be connected to the incident. As each troubling event unfolds, Sarah must decide how far she’ll go to save her perfect life.

Sweet Water Reviews:

“An unsparing account of ‘rich people problems’ that goes on forever, like all the best nightmares." —Kirkus Reviews


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Chapter 1

I reach for my phone inside my purse slung around my neck. It’s dangling behind my back because I had nowhere else to put it while examining the body.

“Sarah, is she breathing?” Martin asks. I turn my head to find him, but it’s too dark.

I stumble, disoriented under the canopy of trees. We’re somewhere off Fern Hollow Road, the closest turnoff to Finn’s pinned iPhone location.

“I d-don’t know,” I sputter, still shocked we found her and not Finn when we parked the car and hiked the rest of the way into Sewickley Heights Park.

“Check her—now. I need to find Finn.” Martin’s voice fades into the forest, and all I want to do is follow him, but I just spoke to my son on the phone. His speech was slurred, and his girlfriend is . . .

“Oh God.” I open my mouth and let out a strangled breath, so sick that I sway to the side.

My eyes water as I kneel beside Yazmin Veltri, a girl I’ve known for only the briefest period. The wetness soaks through the holes in my jeans, settling into my bare kneecaps, ice on bone.

“Yazmin?” I shine my phone’s light in her direction, but I’m stopped by the certain hint of marijuana.

Shit. All these years working with at-risk young women, and I couldn’t see that Finn was dating one.

“Please,” I beg the starlit sky peeking through the trees. “Let her be breathing.”

I sniffle and inhale the truth through the rotting leaves. Something terrible has happened here, and I’m too late. The autumn mist snakes in through my nose, out through my mouth, emitting tiny white puffs of air.

The forest ground is slippery, a feathered blanket beneath my knees, slathering the tops of my shoes.

I hear more hurried footsteps. Martin sounds like a mouse lost in a maze. Has he found Finn? I need to go to him, but my husband told me to stay here.

The branches scratch the tops of my feet as I move closer to her, the fallen leaves collecting between my knees. Yazmin could still be alive. A bitter taste rises in my mouth as I bite my tongue, and I’m close enough to touch her now.

My arm trembles as I place two fingers on the cold flesh of her neck. Not only cold—wet. I can’t see what I’m touching, but I can feel her absence. Right below her jawline, in the space beside her trachea where I know a steady drumbeat should exist, there’s nothing.

No pulse. My heartbeat quickens and plummets. Oh God.

My blood is rushing. Pounding. I’m sweating despite the near-thirty-degree temperature. I dip my head closer to Yazmin’s chest, careful not to tangle my hair with hers. I’ve checked on my kids enough times in the middle of the night to know this girl’s not breathing. I shut my eyes and listen anyway.

Sure enough, the steady rise and fall of Yazmin’s chest is absent along with her pulse.

“She’s dead. We have to call the police,” I announce, loud enough for Martin to hear, but not nearly as loud as the screaming in my head.

Call somebody! Help!

I hear Martin crunch closer, and I turn my back on the girl.

I scoot up on my legs and use my hands to push myself into a crouching position. My breath is heavy, and everything on my body—my hands, my knees—rattles with fear. I hear a cry in the distance.

My son’s cry. And then Martin’s rustling footsteps. Beside me again.

“Where is he?” I ask.

“He’s okay, but . . .” Martin nods to the right. “He’s injured. We need to get him out of here, Sarah.”

“Okay,” I say, but I close my eyes because my head is a ringing bell of stress even though this wooded area is one of the things that drew me to this town. The park is near the country club where we’re members, where Martin’s family have been members for years, and things like this just don’t happen here.

“Let’s go, Sarah!” Martin urges.

My eyes snap open, and I hold up my phone. “Wait. I’m calling 911. For her.”

“No.” Martin swats my hand away with the flick of his strong knuckles. The blood on my palms makes everything slick, and my cell phone goes flying across the forest like a bar of soap in the shower. I slip sideways into a bramble of branches and land on my left hip, staring at my husband’s garish face in the moonlight. He looks unfamiliar, that expression one reserved for when he loses business at work, a rare occurrence. Martin is an innovator, his causes noble. Sometimes I don’t approve of how he does things, but I usually approve of why.

“Damn it.” Martin scrambles to find my phone. Right now, I don’t approve at all.

“Why did you do that?” I ask, but I’m more surprised that he’s hit me than I am by the fact that he doesn’t agree with my decision to call the police.

“It will get reported tomorrow. We need to leave with Finn. Now.”

“What? That makes no sense.”

Martin retrieves my phone, and I’m trying to get his attention, but he’s looking right past me at the gas pipeline in the distance, a clear-cut, inclined path free of foliage about a thousand yards long in the mountainous terrain. Martin and I messed around with sleds one winter on a protected slope of land just like it, and I think maybe Finn and Yazmin planned their own adventure out here tonight and something went terribly wrong.

“Martin.” I try to get up, but my foot slips on a mossy rock.

He grabs my arm. Then drops it. “Watch yourself,” he says, but he doesn’t help me rise. He’s too busy texting.

It’s then that I hear water rushing nearby. The river rocks are indigenous to this area, like everything else woodsy and serene in Sewickley.

Sewickley, the Shawnee word for sweet water, derived from the tribe’s belief that the borough’s shores were a little sweeter on that stretch of the Ohio River, the maple trees that grow at its shores only part of the saccharine story.

“Who’re you texting?” I’m crying and my hands are still wet, but I can’t wipe them. There’s blood all over my palms, and I can’t remember how it got there; head wounds bleed the worst.

“Hold on!” Martin is standing with his back to me now, holding his phone in the air like he’s trying to decide what to do with it, a six-foot silhouette of trepidation. He scratches his dark hair and rubs his cell phone on his sweater-vest, but he doesn’t use it to call anyone, only texts.

“I’m getting legal advice from my father,” Martin says.

His father?

I picture William Sr. texting back from the comfort of one of his high-back chairs inside his home, one of the few estates that make up Sewickley Heights like a richly woven patchwork quilt—the expensive kind sewn together with colonials surrounded by alabaster columns and mile-long driveways.

“Martin?”

William’s house is a fat-thatched Tudor hiding behind manicured bushes, a peek of white here, a slip of brown there, but there’s no hiding from this.

“Of course you have to report it!” I look again—at her—and the blood is already congealing around her open head wound, her neck bent at an awkward angle, a matchstick snapped in half. The rushing water streams just behind her.

Martin’s tugging on my coat. “Get up, Sarah. We have to go.”

“We can’t leave her.” Yazmin’s long black hair is covering the expression on her face, although the one I imagine is stuck there will haunt me more than the one I cannot see. She rests on her back, and it would be an odd way to fall, backward instead of forward, her hands crossed over her chest as if she were thwarting an attack. It reminds me of a tae kwon do block from when Finn used to take classes. We’d enrolled him when he was a child because he was painfully shy, whereas Spencer, his older brother, was frequently mentioned by his teachers as boisterous or exuberant, adjectives used in private schools to describe disruptive overachievers. I might expect Spencer to get into trouble with a girl like this, but not my poor Finny.

I turn toward Martin. He’s speaking, but I’ve stopped listening.

His eyes are pleading. “She’s dead. We can’t help her. Finn was the last person with her.”

“But—”

“He’s on something, Sarah. Drugs.” Martin shakes his head furiously. “This looks bad.”

I can hear what he’s saying, but I’ve retreated into my own body, and I don’t even know who we are right now.

We used to be Martin and Sarah Ellsworth of Blackburn Road.

We were the couple sitting at a corner table at a fancy restaurant, splitting a bottle of wine. Laughing at each other’s jokes.

“We have to do something for her.” My voice is swallowed by the humming sounds of the forest and the flapping of the leaves on the trees, the river. She’s already dead, but we need to make sure she’s at least taken to the hospital so her parents can identify her. Bile rises in my mouth. My heart is beating so fast, drowning out everything else, but I faintly hear Finn’s voice again nearby.

“I’m sorry.” Martin extends his arm to help me up, but I waggle my finger in the air at him, pointing to my hands, reminding my brainy husband that I’m bloodied and pulling me up isn’t a good idea. I must’ve made the mistake of touching Yazmin in the wrong place.

“Right.” He draws his palms back.

My legs won’t work. I gaze up, silently praying. The large enveloping trees of Sewickley Heights tower above us like old wealthy gatekeepers winking in the night.

“I need your help. I can’t move him on my own, Sarah,” Martin reveals.

I close my eyes, wishing it all away. It’s all a bad dream.

“Can we just make an anonymous call from a pay phone or something? For her parents’ sake, at least?”

“You can’t. They’ll try to interview Finn, see the drug use, and assume the worst. He’ll go to jail.” His voice is thick with desperation. “Sarah, this will ruin Finn’s life. This isn’t his fault!” Martin kicks a stone with his worn loafer, a product from one of the posh boutiques that line downtown Sewickley, a mishmash of overpriced things people don’t really need displayed in windowed storefronts on cobblestone streets. There’s a place to reupholster old furniture with patterns better left to die with their original owners, a claw-foot-tub specialist, an herbal spa with enough fresh fruit remedies to double as a bakery, the imported-leather-shoe store.

I bought Martin the shoes he has on now, and he’s worn them down to the soles. He’s practical, a computer engineer and CEO of a robotics start-up in the Strip District. He does things that make sense.

But right now, he’s not making any.

“Maybe she slipped.” My voice is shallow like the night air sneaking away from my lips, but the idea of an accident fills my heart with hope. “We’ll leave an anonymous tip.” If I had my phone, I’d call myself.

I’d explain this is exactly how we found her. She wasn’t even near our son when we discovered her body.

Unless . . . we’ve messed with the scene of the crime so much that we’ve hurt Finn more than helped him. I look down at my bloody hands and cringe. As far as we know, Finn is the last one who saw Yazmin alive. This could be very bad for him. “Shit.”

Martin grabs me by the arm. “We have to go, Sarah. Get up.” I can’t see much of Martin’s face but the stringy blue vein in his forehead that only comes out when he’s upset.

It’s been only minutes, but we need to move—faster.

“We need to go to him,” I say.

“Yes.” Martin nods.

I’m in shock. That’s what’s wrong with me. I blindly follow Martin, adrenaline fueling my limbs. Finn is off the beaten path, and I feel as though I’ve already failed him for taking so long. He’s huddled over a pile of leaves, his knees tucked into his chest like he used to do when he was a little kid. He looks so small right now.

So young.

A little boy who fell off his scooter and skinned his knee. I wish this problem were as easy to fix.

I wipe my hands on my jeans and throw my arms around him.

“I’m here. Mom’s here.” Finn’s crying and I don’t know how to make it better for him. He obviously didn’t mean for the girl to get hurt, but this was no accident either. He’s made a terrible mistake, gotten himself into a horrible predicament. So Finn did what we always told him to do if he was ever in trouble—he called us.

***

Excerpt from Sweet Water by Cara Reinard. Copyright 2021 by Cara Reinard. Reproduced with permission from Cara Reinard. All rights reserved.

 

 

Cara Reinard

Author Bio:

Cara Reinard is an author of women’s fiction and domestic. She currently lives north of Pittsburgh with her husband, two children, and Bernese mountain dog.

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MY THOUGHTS -

What would you do to protect your own son? Would you go along with whatever your husband told you to do, even if it was against the law and in your gut felt like it was the wrong thing to do? And then after you went along with everything… What if you found out your husband isn’t who you thought he was? What would you do then? And… What if you found out your son isn’t who you thought he was? Is your whole life a lie, everything you know and love about your family... is it all a lie?

What would you do?

Not such an easy question. We (and by we, I mean I) always jump to the conclusion that it would be so easy. Why didn't she just... How could she let... But, when we are actually faced with those questions - What would you really do?

To me, this was one of those books that really makes you think, at least it did me.

Great character development. I really liked Sarah. She felt real to me. And the other characters, as retched as they were, also felt real and were developed very well. Remember, a character that you hate is still a great character! We need those in our books.

This was a back and forth in time book. One of my pet peeves is a one that is not labeled - this was clearly labeled - past and present  - thank you very much! I didn't care too much for the past at first. It was slow for me. But as time went on it got better and I did realize the importance of building it up (I was just impatient). The present though, was very good and exciting.

Very good ending! Definitely recommend this one! 

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1/20/21

What Mothers Withhold - Elizabeth Kropf

 


5 Stars!

ABOUT THE BOOK -

The poems of “what mothers withhold” are songs of brokenness and hope in a mother’s voice, poems of the body in its fierceness and failings. Elizabeth Kropf’s poems revel in peeling back silence, and invite us to witness a complicated and traumatic world that is also filled with love.

ABOUT THE POET/AUTHOR -

Elizabeth Kropf earned her Master of Arts in Creative Writing from Perelandra College and is widely published in literary publications, including The Texas Poetry Calendar, The Penwood Review, and Windhover: A Journal of Christian Literature.  A dream called her from California to Texas where she now lives with her husband and daughters.

MY THOUGHTS -

These poems really get to the heart. They are so thought provoking, genuine, and real. I could really tell that the author was speaking from personal experience, pouring her heart out for all the world to read... and it was beautiful!

I have been through many of the things she writes about. I tried hard to get pregnant only to then to have a misarrange, waited another year to finally get pregnant again :-) Then had trouble in labor resulting in 24 hrs of hard labor and ended up having a c-section. But the final product was a perfect, beautiful baby girl who in now a mama herself giving me two beautiful grandchildren.

Where I was going with this is that I could relate to a lot of these poems and a lot of the feelings she must have felt that are reflected in her poems. These are absolutely beautifully written. Yes, they are sometimes sad, and a little heart breaking but they are real and they put you in that moment if you have the memories to relate to or not.

I voluntarily posted this review after receiving a copy of this book from Poetic Book Tours -  Thank You!


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12/23/20

Holidays in Willow Valley - Linda Weaver Clarke (Audio review)

 


4 Stars!

ABOUT THE BOOK –

A Collection of Six Holiday Stories: What were the holidays like at Willow Valley in 1840? How will Emmeline and Felicity celebrate Valentine’s Day? Do Sam and Josie believe in leprechauns and the pot of gold when St. Patrick’s Day comes around? Is it common to play jokes on one another on April Fools Day? Nicholas and Lucas find out first hand. Angelica’s eyes are opened when she is challenged on Independence Day. When the Irish and Scottish came to America, they brought their Halloween traditions with them. How about Christmas? Will Willow Valley accept these traditions? Find out as you share their experiences. This book is full of surprises.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR –

Linda Weaver Clarke has traveled throughout the United States, teaching and encouraging people to write their family history and autobiography. She is the mother of six daughters and has several grandchildren. Clarke is the author of an award-winning sweet romance, Melinda and the Wild West, for the “Reviewers Choice Award.” She is the author of historical romances, swashbuckling romances, a romantic cozy mystery series, a mystery/suspense series, non-fiction, and a children’s book. Clarke is the author of 30 books. All her books are family friendly.

 ABOUT THE NARRATOR –

Carolyn Kashner is a professional voiceover, theatre, and film actor working in the Washington DC area for the past 7 years. She has had extensive vocal coaching and training throughout her career in both speech and singing.

 

MY THOUGHTS –

Can you say “Sweet romance”??? That’s the definition of this collection of holiday reads. There is a story for just about every holiday, all taking place in the same town during 1840. I only had time to listen to a few – New Years, Valentines, and Christmas of course. They were all sweet, heartwarming, and interesting.

I think it would be fun to get this and listen to each story during the appropriate holiday. And listen with the whole family because this one is family friendly!

There is still time to get this in time to listen to “An Unforgettable Christmas”.

 I voluntarily posted this review after receiving a copy of this book from the author - Linda Weaver Clarke - Thank You!!

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12/22/20

Small Town Christmas and Amy's Christmas Casserole - Tammy Tate


Two sweet, romantic Christmas stories from author Tammy Tate -


ABOUT THE BOOK –

After ten years, Brandy blames herself when she gets blind-sided by her husband and he brings their marriage to a screeching halt. Mentally, she’s crushed and confused as to what went wrong and the breakup traps her in a dark, cynical place that she can’t seem to pull herself out of. Losing her job at a time when her self-esteem is already at an all-time low only adds to her depression.

In Brandy’s eyes, she’s a train wreck searching for a place to derail. Two weeks before Christmas her mother suggests that she move home. Taking her mother’s advice, Brandy leaves Dallas, Texas for Wauchula, Florida.

Once Brandy gets to Florida, she’s greeted by Connie, a high school acquaintance that she hasn’t seen in over ten years. Brandy learns Connie’s brother is flying in from Chicago for the holidays and has just underwent a nasty divorce of his own. Connie’s determined, with Brandy’s help, they can cheer him up. Brandy’s not convinced.

To Brandy’s surprise, Shaun is no longer the tall, geeky kid she remembers from high school with black rimmed glasses, taped on the sides. He’s tall all right, and sexy as hell, wears contacts and sports an eight pack instead of six.

One day at the zoo changes their life forever.

 Amazon - HERE


MY THOUGHTS - A very enjoyable read! The characters were very easy to get a feel for, and I liked them! Once I started reading I didn't want to stop. It was sweet, a little sad, and suspenseful as an unexpected adventure that ends up brings two lonely people together. 



ABOUT THE BOOK –

After being attacked in the parking lot of her San Antonio apartment complex, Amy fears all men. One day she stumbles upon Sawyer Creek. Using all her savings, she buys a small house and café and her Chicken Dorito Casserole becomes an all-time favorite among the community. After four years, the nightmares have stopped, but the panic attacks haven’t. Christmas is four weeks off when the Sheriff calls saying a shovel hit the backdoor of her café, setting off the alarm. Vowing to never be a victim twice, she arms herself with the shovel only to learn that he’s been shot. Can she help him despite her fear of men?

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MY THOUGHTS - A really nice quick Christmas read. Great characters that I fell in love with right away. We all love a mysterious bad guy, right. Or... is he a bad guy??? He may just end up being Mr. not so bad after all. This one has it all - a cafe', a gunshot, some romance, and a lot of suspense.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR –

Tammy Tate was born and raised in Hollywood, Florida but has lived most of her adult life in Texas. Her passion to write began in high school. It follows her everywhere she goes...creating a world where anything is possible. She's been married to the same wonderful man for over thirty years. Her secret to a long marriage? It's easy when you marry your best friend. In her world, Friday night is still date night.

Before she became a full-time author, she was an Executive Secretary, a Computer Consultant/Technician, and a Communications Officer (Police Dispatcher). She doesn't mind a challenge which has allowed her to race a late-model in a women's powder puff race, run barrels and poles in a play-day rodeo and drive an 18-wheeler. Somewhere in between, she and her husband raised three wonderful children. When she's not breathing life into her characters or jotting down ideas for a new book, she and her husband are spending quality time together.

Since she believes reading is the next best thing to writing, she enjoys romance, fantasy, science fiction 

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ALL-IN-ALL - Both of these books were just right for Christmas. They offer a quick, but not so simple reading :-)  Don't think that you are getting Christmas book that are all fluff. These stories have a lot of substance - great character development. I can honestly say I loved the characters of both books. There is also a little suspense and great endings. 
Either one of these can easily be read in one or two sittings, but don't read them too fast! You won't want them to end too quickly! 
Just a bit of a warning - these books are not squeaky clean, so if you don't like that kind of thing...

I voluntarily posted this review after receiving a copy of this book from the author - Tammy Tate - Thank You!!

12/20/20

Mistletoe Fangs (The Fang Series Book 4) - Susan Blexrud

 


4 STARS!

ABOUT THE BOOK -

Dr. Lauren Marsh, a pregnant vampire, seeks therapy to overcome a recent trauma, but is her creepy doctor interested in more than her well-being? Will evil intercede, dashing the promise of a Christmas baby?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR –

Susan Blexrud divides her time between the mountains of Western North Carolina and the flatlands of Orlando. When not researching and writing her next story, she can be found bird watching, quilting, reading, or attending Zumba and Yoga classes. She enjoys creating memorable, quirky characters and loves to hear from readers. Her series of fang novellas from DCL Publications earned her top reviews from such popular review sites as Bitten by Books and Fangtastic Books, and her three novels with Crimson Romance, which include The Gettysburg Vampire, His Fantasy Maid, and Valentine Vote, have been included in several of Crimson's most popular anthologies, earning top seller status.


MY THOUGHTS –

Ha! Well this was a fun Christmas book! What’s more fun that Vampires at Christmas time?

I have to be honest, I was a little worried at first. There were a few sex scenes but… they were between husband and wife and were not overly graphic. Once I got past those this was a great little story! It was fun and suspenseful and I even shed a tear toward the end! Yes, you read that right – a vampire story brought a tear to my eye! LOL

This was a short, quick, and very fun story to read.

This is part of a series but was the first one for me – so totally able to be read as a stand alone.

I sure do want to go back and read the other tough. Maybe after the holidays.

 

I voluntarily posted this review after receiving a copy of this book from RABT Book Tours & PR -  Thank You!


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