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1.5 Se-fucking-riously??? Stars

Before reading the book: This sounds interesting..I've been in a mood swing lately, so I might end up loving this or hating it to death..

After reading the book: This sounds interesting..I've been in a mood swing lately, so I might end up loving this or hating it to death..

(Please do not question my non-existing reviewing skill, life sucks, you don't have to make it worse for me :/)

Now,lets take a look at both the pretty cover and the interesting blurb first..

The first time it happened, it seemed like an impossible miracle. Bills were piling up, adding up to more money than I could ever make. Mom's hospital bills. My baby brother's tuition. My tuition. Rent. Electricity. All of it on my shoulders. And I had just lost my job. There was no hope, no money in my account, no work to be found. And then, just when I thought all hope was lost, I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of ten thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.," and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing…except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters.

If you receive a mysterious check, for enough money to erase all your worries, would you cash it?

I did.

The next month, I received another check, again from VRI Incorporated. It too contained a single word: "belong."

A third check, the next month. This time, two words. Four letters. "To me."

The checks kept coming. The notes stopped. Ten thousand dollars, every month. A girl gets used to that, real quick. It let me pay the bills without going into debt. Let me keep my baby brother in school and Mom's hospice care paid for. How do you turn down what seems like free money, when you're desperate? You don't. I didn't.

And then, after a year, there was a knock on my door. A sleek black limousine sat on the curb in front of my house. A driver stood in front of me, and he spoke six words: "It's time to pay your debt."

Would you have gotten in?

I did.

It turns out $120,000 doesn't come free.

Feeling interested in it already? No? Whatever, who freaking cares anyway.

So lets move onto why it's a 1.5 Star book for me..
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Okay, here's the truth:

It.
Fucking.
Bored.
Me.
To.
Coma.

Yup, my life's just that tragic.

I dnf'ed it because I didn't want it to lead to death by boredom at the end of the day. Yes, I am a loser and a proud one at it. Suck. It. Up. :)

Why I hated the book:

I accepted the fact that he was a psycho, although a 'nice' one at that, but I sure as hell don't wanna read bout the girl, her friend, his bodyguard and the world going 'psycho' too!

-Her: Accepting A LOT of a stranger's money for a year is SO NOT considered normal, spending 10 thousands a month is DEFINITELY not NORMAL!
-The World: Unable to get a job in a BIG city, even a temporary job is ALSO NOT NORMAL, coffee shops, other shops????!
-Her Friend: Her friend advising her to take the money.. I get it that she was insane, but I didn't fucking know that insanity was fucking contagious!)
-Harris, the bodyguard slash driver slash serial killer - I mean seriously? I didn't know Sebastian the Black Butler (Goo-fucking-gle it!) existed!

That and the fact that the way everything was revealed were a bit too much for me, so I quit. Sayonara~

2 I-am-Very-Fucking-Sensitive-When-It-Comes-to-My-Favorite-Book! Stars

Wow, that sounds fucking confusing, but don't worry, I've got a lil time to explain that nonsense to you guys ;)

Yup, the suspect was : Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love, #2) by Whitney Gracia Williams while the victims are the This Man family by Jodi Ellen Malpas.

Lemme explain!

By pointing out a few obvious examples for you guys..

From the Mid Life Love: At Last:

“How long have you been working for Jonathan?”
“Since he first started his company.”
“Did he treat all his girlfriends like this? Make them drop whatever they were doing just because he wanted to see them?”
“No.” He shook his head.
“But you chauffeured them around too, right? Those few serious girlfriends that he had?”
“Miss Gracen...”
“I’m just trying to make conversation to get my mind off the fact that he just demanded that I come home. That’s all.”
“Of course.” He pulled the car onto the highway ramp and turned the music up a notch.
“Are you going to answer my question, Greg?”
He sighed. “Mr. Statham has never asked me to chauffeur any of his other girlfriends.”

From my beloved This Man Series [Book Two: Beneath This Man]:

‘How long have you known him?’ I ask. I may as well get my fill while I can. He might shut up and not start talking again.
‘Too long.’

...

‘Is he always so challenging?’
‘Only with you, girl. He’s actually quite laidback.’

Next.

From the Mid Life Love: At Last:

"I watched as she rushed out of my office, as she nearly collided with my second highest security chief—Clive."

From my beloved This Man Series [Book One: This Man]:

As I walk into the foyer, I see Clive, one of the concierges, playing with the new computer equipment.

Seriously, they both have someone named Clive working for them? One secures people while the other secure building. (Side note: If your name is Clive, your chance of getting in the security team is fucking HIGH)


Lastly..[Adult ALERT!]

From the Mid Life Love: At Last:

“I asked you a question, Claire.” He gripped my breasts and squeezed them, slamming into me with each moan I let escape from my mouth.
“I...I like...” I stuttered. “I like when you...”
“Yes?” He moved one of his hands down to my clit and started rubbing it in a rhythm he knew all too well.
“When you...”
“Fuck me with your mouth...” He was speeding up his thrusts now, making it harder and harder for me to talk straight. “Finish. The .Sentence.”
“Wait...I...I like when...when you—”
BEEP! BEEP!
“Elevator car number 510 at Waldo and Emerson Associates, This is responding unit 861.” A voice came over the speakers. “Speaking to you right now is fire chief Brennan Marshall. We’ve noticed the current cart has stalled for over six minutes. Are there any persons inside?”
BEEP! BEEP!
“You know I don’t care if they see us like this...” Jonathan reached down for my hands, pulling them up over my head and pressing them against the wall. “And I won’t stop when they open the doors if you haven’t answered me.”
“Are there any persons inside?” The fire chief repeated. “Hmmm. Might be an empty cart gentlemen,” he said in a lowered voice.
“There are persons inside.” Jonathan answered calmly, but his thrusts inside of me were the exact opposite. I was doing my best to hold my breath and bite down on my lip to prevent myself from screaming again.
“Okay, hold tight. We’ll send a team over now.”
There was another series of beeps to end the conversation, and then everything around me went hazy—blurred. I was suddenly screaming at the top of my lungs as he pushed me to the verge of an orgasm, as he demanded that I answer him one last time.
“I love when you...” I let my head fall back against his shoulder, let my body completely go. “When you fuck me with your mouth...” I shut my eyes as my knees gave in beneath me, as he slowly slid out of me and let me fall down to the floor.

From my beloved This Man Series [Book Two: Beneath This Man]:

‘Fucking hell, say it, Ava!’ he roars. A bead of sweat trails down his temple and his frown line jumps into position.
‘No!’
‘Ava!’ he shouts, and it echoes around the bedroom before he smashes our mouths together viciously. I buck and writher under his forceful body and greedy mouth as my pending release simmers low in my groin. ‘You like that?’ he gasps against my mouth as he persists with his relentless pounds.
‘Yes!’
‘You want this every day?’
‘Yes!’ I cry. I really do!
He yanks my hair tighter and grinds his hips harder. ‘Say it then.’ he growls. I feel the wound up coils snapping inside me as I fly into a bottom pit of pure pleasure beneath him. All reason is lost as he takes ownership of my body, soul and mind.
‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking hell. Yes!’ I scream.

Yeah, it's a trend nowadays to use sex to have your way in everything, don't be too shocked. (Side note: People really should beware with prostitutes or gigolos after this..)

The ONLY saving grace would be the ADORABLE twins.

“I need thirty dollars.”
“Excuse me?”
“Actually, I need fifty dollars. Ashley does too, but thirty each will do.”
“Did the airport stop giving out paychecks all of a sudden? Where is your money?”
“What’s going on?” Ashley walked into the store and stood next to her, not even glancing my way. “Did she give you the money yet?”
“No.” Caroline sighed. “She still thinks we save money from our jobs...”
“How do the two of you expect to go to college this fall without knowing how to save money?” I was tired of going over this with them. “Do you think it grows on trees? Do you think it falls out of the sky whenever you need it?”
“So she’s not going to give us the money?” “I think that’s what she’s saying.” “Did you tell her it was for summer-senior-night and everyone who’s anyone is going to be there?” “No, I just asked for the money. I didn’t think I needed to explain why.”
I sighed and prepared to re-start my lecture, but Jonathan walked in with a large bouquet of bright pink roses. “Good afternoon, ladies.” He looked at me and then he looked back and forth between Ashley and Caroline.
“Good afternoon,” they said in unison.
“Can we have fifty dollars—each?” Ashley smiled at him.
“Of course.” He pulled out his wallet and handed them both a hundred dollar bill. Just like that.
“Why don’t we just do that every time?” “I don’t know...Maybe we like the challenge?” They both laughed and rushed outside.

*a suit would've been better :3*

An alpha-male like no other: Damian Rule is an ultra-staid businessman who likes his life just so. He wears his hair cut short; he demands his business affairs be organized, and he insists that his women be impeccably groomed and conservative in both speech and appearance. When he meets Angie Ross for the first time, he sees a hot, beautiful, gothic mess. With her fishnet stockings and spiked leather cuffs, she's wildly inappropriate for his long term needs. But for the short term? She'll do just fine.

THREE IMPORTANT THINGS ABOUT SPAIN THAT I'VE LEARNED FROM THE BOOK:

i. Spain people are called Sapniards, and NOT Spanish as I always assumed. How come no Spaniards have corrected me on this before?! No wonder they looked kinda weird when I asked them, 'are you Spanish?' (Yeah, I am that GOOD with it comes using English properly!)

ii. Spaniards MEN are hot and possessive........and know how to have fun and good in bed lol

and lastly, my favorite:

iii. Cuss words: Puta cona, vete a l mierda, puntam tonta, bastardo, pendajo, chinga tu madre. (Wow, so may words to add to my vocabulary ;))



3.5 Reality-Is-Not-Always-Pretty-But-That-Doesn't-Mean-You-Can't-Find-Beauty-In-It Stars



In March(??) Karina Halle had offered me an ARC.. I was like, "oh, okay..why not?" (okay, it didn't really go like that since I kinda went nuts with excitement when Karina asked me bout accepting the ARC, but lets pretend like I have some pride okay?..) Below's my copy, just incase you're feeling like being jealous ;)

I like the concept but seriously, I think her lips need some help, it's too pale (for me) and I think a slap or two of lipstick wouldn't hurt (again, for me).

He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three.

He speaks Spanish. I speak English.

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada.

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter. I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything.

Until now.

Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the f*#king truth.

...

To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

Mateo is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and freedom, Mateo Casales is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time.

Something that can never, ever be. Or so she thinks.

Isn't it awesome? I love FORBIDDEN ROMANCE and maybe you do too :)

I know you're excited for this like I was, but here's a lil note from the author for those who are considering this book:

This isn't horror.

This isn't scary (although love is terrifying).

This isn't suspenseful or paranormal.

This is real life.

Real life is about heartbreak. About finding yourself and finding others in the most inconvenient circumstances.

It's about taking risks, taking chances, and learning to fly.

It's about giving it all on uncertainty.

This IS real romance.

And because it is real, it isn't safe.

It hurts.

I hope you'll join Vera and Mateo's story.

Now, focus on what I've highlighted and just enjoy the ride :)


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If you're looking for a sweet love story where the hero asks the heroine out for dinner and then they go take a walk or something like that, I'm sorry but you won't find it in the book.

If you're looking for a hotter than hot sex 24/7, then I'm sorry but you're looking at the wrong book, and not to mention the wrong genre.

If you're looking for a love story where you follow your head and not your heart, then again I'm sorry, but you're definitely looking at a very WRONG book.

Because this book has none of that.

It's about life. Real life.





Vera Miles



Vera Miles was a tattooed wild Canadian girl in her early twenties who just wanted to have fun visiting places, for free. So..

1. She signed up for a program where she got a free room (and stuff?) in Spain.
2. She was supposed to speak in English all day long with a bunch of Spaniards who couldn't speak in English fluently. Don't worry, their English were quite okay and there were others who were in the programs like her too ;)
3. One month and she was out of there.

But there, she met Mateo Casalles.

Mateo Casalles





Well, Mateo was

i. A very composed hot businessman wearing suits!
ii. Trying to improve his English through the program
iii. MARRIED.

They met and they fell in love. It's as simple and as complicated as that.




She was scared of love, especially when that love includes hurting other people's hearts. But you can't just deny what your heart says.



They tiptoed around the reality while the temptation grew.



Mateo wanted to give them a try, because what if it's meant to be?



So when she was confused, he de-confused her..



But how to survive when love gets hard?



And what happens when reality hits and the truth that love definitely doesn't have the ability to solve all the problems that come with every decision they made floats to the surface?



Vera joined the program with the intention of meeting new people and seeing new places, and that's what she got. Meeting Mateo was so not the plan.

Mateo joined the program with the intention of improving his English and that's what he got. Meeting Vera was so not the plan too.

But when life plans something for you, you gotta do it as planned, in your own way.




It's real life after all. There were decisions to mull over, situations to think about and of course, REAL life to frown upon.



(May contain spoilers, my advice is don't read it and you're safe :D)



i. They didn't have sex right away.
ii. The program? :)
iii. The plot.



i. The cheating.
ii. Mateo. He's hot but he's so not my favorite person on Earth with his cheating and stupid decisions regarding certain matters. And he cared very LITTLE bout Vera's feelings. -_-
iii. The impact of the story on me : NONE. This one might be my own fault though but seriously, their love story felt like a soap opera to me. Vera was young and Mateo was not, but it felt like Mateo was the kid and Vera was the adult in the book. And it wasn't as intense as I hoped. :/



I loved the story but I hated the characters so as a conclusion, I just liked the whole book :)

1 I-Knew-It!-I-Knew-From-the-First-Page-That-the-Book-Was-Gonna-Ruin-My-Mood! Stars

Lets start with Confession Time: I think I'm falling OUT of love with KA, damn fast..

DNF-ed at a point where I was forced to choose between committing a suicide or quitting the suicide-inducing ANNOYING and BORING book.

Why????? HERO-fucking-INE!

Let's freaking talk bout the BITCH, Josie.

She was a SPINSTER at the age of 45, thanks to her BITCHINESS. Okay, I was kidding, that's just not the real reason, just MY kind of EXPLANATION. The truth is, I have no fucking idea why she was still single at that GOLDEN age since till the point where I stopped, she was having not one, but FUCKING FIVE men attracted to her. The only acceptable explanation for this is she might have been FULLY covered by an invisible cloak for the past 45 years.

I didn't have much problem with her age (although at times I couldn't help glancing at my mom thinking, wow, can't believe I'm reading a story bout someone older than my own mom! Hold the vomit!) but I have LOTS of problems with her fucking PERSONALITY.

1. LETS BE FUCKING EMOTIONAL AND THEN FORGET EVERYTHING TO OGLE A HOTTIE AT A FUNERAL!

From being homicidal:

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
My mouth filled with saliva when I heard these words, my eyes—shaded by both sunglasses and a big black hat—moving from the shining casket covered in a massive spray of deep red roses to the preacher standing at its side.
I wanted to rise up from my chair, snatch the words from the air and shove them down his throat.
This was an unusual reaction for me. I wasn’t like that.
But he was talking about Gran.
Gran, my Gran, the Gran whose body was in that casket.
She wasn’t exactly young, this was true. I knew it was coming, seeing as she was ninety-three.
That didn’t mean I wanted her to be gone. I never wanted her to be gone.
Outside of Henry, she was the only person I had. The only person in this whole world.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Gran wasn’t dust.
My Gran was everything.

To this:

They stopped when my sunglasses hit his.
And when they did, my breath also stopped.
This was because in all my life, and I’d had a long one, and in all my wandering, and I’d wandered far, I’d never seen a man like him.
Not once.

His black hair had a hint of silvery-gray in it. It was thick and clipped well but in a way that was not a nod to style, instead it was apparent he didn’t want to spend time on it so his style was wash and go.
Even so, it looked good on him.

2. WHEN IT COMES TO BEING PISSED OFF, BE PISSED OFF AT THE WRONG PERSON JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE UGLY AND FORGIVE THE CULPRIT JUST BECAUSE HE'S HOT!

So he was late to the lawyer's office..and she was left with a lawyer(?) there..

The lawyer, Terry, was like this to her:

I stood from my chair in the waiting room and took Terry Baginski’s outstretched hand, noting her hair was pulled severely back from her face and secured in the back in a girlish ponytail.
I noted this thinking that there were many women in the world with strong or delicate enough features to be able to wear that hairstyle at any age.
She just wasn’t one of them.
This thought wasn’t kind. However, it was true and I caught myself wishing I could explain this to her as well as share that she may wish to use a less heavy hand with makeup and perhaps buy a suit that didn’t scream power! but instead implied femininity, which, if done right, was much more powerful.

While for him:

It was far less formal attire than his suit of the day before but, oddly, it suited him far better.
Far better.

Terry did this:

“I’ll send someone in to get you some coffee. But as Mr. Spear is late, and I’m quite busy, if you don’t’ mind, I’ll take this opportunity to speak to a few colleagues about some important issues that need to be discussed.”
I did mind.

Jake aka Mr. Spear did arrived late,

“..He said he’s been held up but he’s five minutes from the offices,”

What did Terry get?

“I’ve no idea how you can be behind seeing as you were delayed in meeting me in reception. Not to mention, since that time you’ve not let Mr. Spear’s late arrival deter you from continuing with your work even though a long time client’s granddaughter was waiting and she wasn’t even offered a magazine to occupy her time.”

p/s: What did she fucking THINK? It's a lawyer office, not a fucking LIBRARY! They offered her COFFEE for GOD SAKE! And lastly, DIDN'T she FUCKING hear it? She was BUSY!

And now, what did Jake get?

My eyes caught his and I noted three things instantly.
One was the fact that he had unusual gray eyes. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was unusual about them except for the fact that they were alarmingly attractive.
He also smelled good. I’d inhaled the scent of a variety of men’s colognes but not one was that alluring. It was, as was everything about him, aggressively masculine, assaulting my senses, making it hard for me to breathe.
And last, his body was far bigger and more imposing than it was from a distance.

...

“My apologies,” I went on to murmur, putting pressure on my hand as an indication he should let it go.

Yes, you read right, SHE fucking apologized to the one who should've been apologizing (he didn't explain his lateness and she was magically okay with this, hottie and all -_-) while being fucking MAD at the lawyer.

3. WHEN YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE DINNER WITH SOMEONE, FUCKING AGREE TO IT AND THEN STOOD THEM UP DESPITE THE FACT THAT THEY'VE NEVER REALLY DONE ANYTHING TO FUCKING ANNOY YOU. AND OH, DON'T FORGET TO ENJOY YOUR MEAL WHILE THEY WAITED FOR YOUR NON-ARRIVAL.

He asked her to have dinner with him..and she fucking agreed to it.

“Dinner,” he encouraged softly. “Just dinner. You think I’m a dick, that’s it. Sayin’ that, I’m not gonna be a dick to Lydie’s girl because that woman meant a lot to me, to my kids, and that’s just not gonna happen. You feel that from me anyway, we’re done. But give it dinner.”
I could give it dinner.
In actuality, I could tell him I could give it dinner because it was clear he wasn’t going to give up until I did so.
Then I would not go to dinner. The town was not big but Lavender House wasn’t exactly on Main Street. In the brief time I was there, I could avoid him.
Then I’d be gone.
Therefore, I decided to do just that.
“Fine. Dinner,” I lied.

But like a real bitch, she stood him up and dared to blame him for it.

“Jesus Christ, Josie, you stood me up.”
“I can obviously see that you’d see it that way but since I didn’t actually wish to go to dinner with you in the first place, I don’t see it the same way.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmured.
“And really,” I foolishly went on, “your language is quite—”
“Do not fuckin’ tell me what my language is,” he cut me off to bite out. “And do not stand across Lydie’s fuckin’ kitchen and give me your bullshit,” he ordered and I blinked.
Then my back snapped straight. “Pardon me?”
“You’re standin’ in Lydie’s kitchen knowin’ what she wanted for you, and what that was is me.”
He jerked his thumb to himself on his last word but he wasn’t done speaking.
“You jacked me around last night, made my daughter change her plans and she was lookin’ forward to that shit. Made me sit in a restaurant by my-fuckin’-self for forty-five fuckin’ minutes waitin’ on your ass, when not a lot of people have forty-five minutes of their lives to piss away and I’m one of them. You’re a no show and you give me this bullshit?”

(FUCKING glad that Jake gave the bitch that lashing LOL)

And guess what? She enjoyed her food while at it!

All of which I’d eaten that night, remembering Gran and maybe not enjoying it as much as when she’d partaken of the same with me, but still enjoying it.

I was like, really BITCH?! And she didn't even feel guilty about it until it was pointed out!

No fucking wonder she was alone at the age of 45.

Seriously, if my copy was a paperback and not a digital ebook, I would have fucking burned the fucking thing!


Side note:

KA's books Cliches..

-For once, can the kids just dislike the heroine and they stop being captivated from the first meeting all the fucking time?

-For once, can the hero please fucking stop being so fucking good at sex all the fucking time?

-For once, can the hero please be a bit awkward with their kids and stop being father of the years all the fucking time?

-For once, can the heroine please do not have an impeccable taste when it comes to their outfits all the fucking time?

And oh, if you're wondering bout the hero, then just read Motorcycle Man instead of reading this. Jake is kinda Tack's twin. Fucking the same to me. Convos. Kids. Rough. Owner of stuff. Shit like that. And obviously, nothing we have never read from KA.

4.57 I-Fucking-Lurvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvved-the-Book-But-Damn-If-I-Could-Forgive-the-Unforgiveables Stars

*this is gonna be a VERY long rant which contain not-VERY-long UN-polite words which has the ability to bore you to death, so read at your own risk and oh, one more thing : I never said I'm good at reviewing :)*

It's gorgeous but I couldn't help but wonder, WTF with the eyebrows???

Tick, tick, tock.

Time.

That’s all I have now.

A small room, a photograph, and time.

This was supposed to be the best year of my life.

That’s what everyone said—they lied.

I thought I could bend the world to my will, make them see it my way.

Convince them that our passion was not a crime, make time stand still.

I was wrong.

The clock keeps ticking, the world did not bend, and now...

Now he is gone.

It's an interesting Blurb, but it's one of the MOST USELESS blurb EVER.

Seriously?

-time
-a photograph
-year
-passion
-crime
-gone

If you could guess what the fuck the book is about from the blurb alone, you're definitely a Genius, because the normal me couldn't fathom what on Earth the book is about. My guess was it is a mafia-ish book.

The story in my head was kind of like this (don't worry it's NOT a fucking spoiler, but I just feel like utilizing the spoiler tag for fun right now ;)):

She was in a questioning room (whereever that is, as long as there's some cops with protruding bellies there) and she was questioned bout her lover (who I assumed was some kind of HOT mafia leader with a scar or two, just to make him HOTTER). The picture was of his (in his suit, since that will also makes him HOTTER than HOT LOL). How did she come into the picture? Well she was selling drugs..to? Well school students? LOL Now, he was her boss who accidentally fell in love with the lame her (well, she was lame because heroines tend to be well, lame). They had sex yada yada and then vowed to love each other, till death do us part, shit like that. Their drug mansion(?) well whatever it is got busted, she got caught and there she was, answering their fucking questions while he was hiding somewhere bleeding thanks to a gunshot LOL

If you had the same theory (which I fucking doubt), then congratulation! You've got it Wrong and now I'm no longer alone in the lonely Idiot-Land (I'll be the Queen here!)!

Anyway, it turned out that it was a TEACHER-STUDENT book! Which is my favorite genre! (YES! YES! YES!)



It was the love story of a girl named Addison and a guy named Grayson..

She was just a student
but her mistake was
she wanted the teacher.

He was just a teacher she wanted
but his mistake was
he wanted her back.

He was supposed to be a small infatuation that comes and goes with time..but then of course he became more than that..



She was supposed to be a lil temptation that comes and goes with time..but of course she became more than that..



She wanted him and he wanted her back, what do you expect to happen? LOTS and LOTS of steamy lessons of course.. ;)

(But we're not gonna talk bout them because, well if you wanna know bout them with details, go grab the book and read it Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F. ;) )


It's DANGEROUS..

But she dug her way into his heart..



and he dug his way into hers..



With time, they fell deeper and deeper in love...but unfortunately, that's also parallel to falling deeper and deeper into.. trouble! *sighs*.

You see, he was 32 and she was 18. Both were adults who could fucking make a decision for themselves.

BUT

He was her TEACHER and she was his STUDENT. And TEACHER + STUDENT = ILLEGAL SHIT that PEOPLE do NOT fucking APPROVE of!



So..hello there CHOICES!



Did they fucking survive it or did they fucking lost the battle against the world? Well.. like I said, go freaking read it Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F. ;)



(Just incase you wanna play guess-the-ending game, below's a lil clue for you ;))





I lurvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvved the book but certain things pissed me off -_-

Like?


Like when the book started and she had a boyfriend and cheated on him, that's so NOT cool.

Like when the book almost ended and she tried to commit a suicide and HE didn't fucking stopped it right away, that's so FUCKING NOT cool.

Like when he treated her boyfriend badly just because he was jealous, that's so OH-PLEASE!

Like when he RAN FUCKING away from the cops and got away with it by being in somewhere far away.............and when he sent a pen with secret date on a film in it to her hoping she would decode it in time and meet her where they were supposed to be to be away from everyone...that fucking made me go WTF? I'm sorry but you're NOT A FUCKING SPY book hun!, that's so WTF-IS-FUCKING-PLAYING-IN-YOUR-IMAGINATIVE-HEAD!



My advice would be..

If you like a steamy contemporary adult romance, give this one a try.
If you like a steamy contemporary adult romance in the teacher-student genre, give this one a FUCKING try.
If you like a steamy contemporary adult romance in the teacher-student genre with a very interesting writing, drop everything and FUCKING read this.

IT'S FUCKING OUT ON B&N! (I rarely shop there but whatever LOL) and it might be released a bit later on Amazon (sometime this week) (but it doesn't matter much for someone now Kindle-less like me ><)<br/>
APRIL 18TH, 2014

And the cover, well, does the statue really has to be in it?!! whatever -_-

Ugh, I need this book now!

waiting...



from her twitter account on August 23rd:

“The formal editing process for#scarecrow has started. Looks like everything should be moving along more quickly now that we are there!!“

and her raw synopsis on Facebook:

“Okay, so I might as well share this with everyone…this is the blurb I wrote to describe Scare Crow (still no publish date). Obviously the publisher will be totally re-writing it, but just wanted to give you my version of what Scare Crow will be about…”

“Mob king, Cameron Hillard has abandoned Emily “Emmy” Sheppard, for her own good, so that she can live a long and peaceful life. Now Emmy is grieving Cameron’s death, or at least his fictional death. She has been beaten up and spit out of his underworld, and is expected to move on with her charmed life as though nothing happened. As though her world hadn’t just been turned on its head and spun into a deep woven mess.

While Cameron miserably tries to go back to what is left of his life and unfurl the mess he has made of the underworld, Emmy is holding onto a secret – one that in the wrong hands could get her killed, and take the one and only thing that she loves from her. She needs to kill the mob kingpins responsible for Cameron’s death before they come looking for her.

Cameron has no idea of the danger he has placed Emmy in and that it may already be too late for him to save her.”

1.5 Three-Words-One-Meaning-:-WHAT THE FUCK?!? stars

*please excuse the use of cuss words in my review, I'm trying to be a sailor-MOON and cussing is high on my list ;)*

*not sure whether I am gonna rant bout this one since I'm still too fucking surprised by my disappointment to form coherent thoughts at the moment*

I'm feeling chatty (and maybe a bit bitchy, who knows?!) right now, so here we go, my-non-review review of Mud Vein by Tarryn Fisher.

I fucking loved Opportunist. So it'd be the sanest option to expect myself to fucking love this one too, right? Well it may be a sane option, but doesn't mean that it isn't a dangerous one, especially when it ended as what I'd call : DISAPPOINTMENT at it's FUCKING BEST! (cue in, me feeling suicidal)

So lets do a quick recap of how I felt about this book first. (as always, I am pretending like YOU care)

When I got this book, thanks to theVERY interesting blurb and the AWESOME cover, I was like:



BUT, while reading it, I was like:



And after reading it, I was like



(yes, my life's that tragic!)

Let's take a look at the GORGEOUS cover:

Now, lets take a look at the VERY INTERESTING blurb:

When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed. Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken. If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past. But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Only the truth can set her free.

Before reading the book, my reaction after reading the blurb:



But now, after reading the book, looking at the blurb makes me feel like this:



( *whispers* It makes me feel suicidal too, but I'm not gonna mention it loudly for fear that rehab's on the way for me..)

Seriously? Don't blame me for expecting something else when the blurb is as fucking misleading as that!

i) "Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken." ~ Let me fucking correct that, she wasn't left to decode the clues to finds out why she was taken, but she was left, with A GUY, to decode the clues to finds out why she was taken. You see, it's not all about HER, there's a fucking HIM to in the equation, which amazingly isn't mentioned in the blurb!

ii) "...Senna soon realizes this is a game." : she didn't 'soon' realize it, she took forever and the GUY to fucking help her.

iii) "Only the truth can set her free." : not the truth, but her almost-no-existent BRAIN was responsible for setting her free, and not to mention, A LOT OF HELP from THE GUY too!

These really didn't bode well with me. (I hate liars, even though the liars lie by omitting the truth, even when the liars don't mean to lie and even if the liar is a BLURB! A liar is a liar no matter what, so FUCK you blurb!)



So while reading it, I went from this:



To this:



Because it was that UNBELIEVABLY awful, FOR ME!

And don't get me started with the WTF ending. PSYCHO PEOPLE BELONG TO THE ASYLUM!

SUGGESTION TIME! WOOHOO, I'M EXCITED FOR WHATEVER THIS IS, ARE YOU????WHATEVER!

So if you're expecting a romantic story where the hero goes "Oh, you're my true ONE AND ONLY love." Then DON'T read the book. [[HE FUCKING MARRIED SOMEONE ELSE AND SHE WAS A SPINSTER AT 30 BEFORE THEY GOT TOGETHER ALTHOUGH HE SWORE HE HAD BEEN LOVING HER SINCE FOREVER, BULLSHIT TO ME!!!]]

If you're expecting a sadist hell bent on torturing your heroine, then DON'T FUCKING read the book. THE CAPTOR EVEN PROVIDED FOOD (IN A FUCKING FRIDGE!) AND COMFY BEDS (IN ROOMS) FOR THEM! NoT TO MENTION, CUTE TOWELS TOO!

If you're expecting a SHOCK after SHOCK, then DON'T fucking read the book. YOU'LL BE MORE SHOCKED BY HOW NOT SHOCKING THE SHOCKING STUFF IN THE BOOK!



So as a conclusion, I was BORED TO DEATH reading the book, but don't worry, I am still alive thanks to MIRACLES, and yeah they do exist.


Dear Book,



Well, the book was a struggle for me..and..



Oh lastly, AWESOME WRITING!!

My Booklikes

4.5 EHD-Is-The-Cutest-Caveman-Ever-And-Oh,-Beh-Is-Cute-Too-I-Guess Stars

A few days without internet connection, you'd hav thought that I had enough time to think of how to rant bout this one book that I really but NO! I didn't finish my rant, I didn't even get pass the rating thingie -_-

WTF am I gonna do then? Present some ugly drawings that I've sketched on my canvasses. LOL Here we go..

MY NON-DRAWINGS OF EHD AND BEH!



(Yes, he had a cute BONE brooch on ;))



(Yes, her shirt is UGLY and her stomach is a bit inflated..maybe because she's with babies (???) or maybe she's just full, who fucking knows!)

They met. They fall in Love. The End.

Oh, did I mention that their story was VERY fucking cute? Read it.

The cover's out!!!



A hourglass? Cool.



I WANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Preorder:

UK paperback from Amazon
UK ebook from Amazon
Paperback from The Book Depository - Really? *starry eyed*
U.S ebook from Amazon
Amazon.com other territories ebook
Amazon Canada

In UK it'll be out in July while in US, it'll be out in August (:c)

1 I-Didn't-FIGHT-to-finish-it-because-I-didn't-fucking-FALL-for-it Stars.

A disgraced athlete.
A tortured soul.
A man betrayed.
This is NOT your typical fighter story.
In this arena where fame and glory are at stake.
One man seeks to find the humanity he once possessed.
He fights not for honor but for redemption.

He lives by these rules. Break. Bleed. Fight. Live. For love.

Hmm it is said that This is NOT your typical fighter story. so lets find the proof, shall we?

I find a book on Goodreads.
I read the blurb and I like it.
I go get my own copy.
I read it.
And I don't fucking like it.
Story. Of. My. Life

p/s: there's nothing fucking wrong with the book, I am just that absurd.

2 Lets-Repeat-It-Again-And-Again-And-Again-And-Again-And-Again-And-Fuckig-Again Stars

Please forgive my maybe-a-bit-too-colorful choice of words, fucking FREEDOM OF SPEECH everyone!

When old friends become new lovers...anything can happen.

Sexy, gifted, and loyal, PI Jacob Decker is a tall, cool drink of perfection who had Emmanuelle Holmes at "hello." His relationship with Emme's best friend kept them apart for years, but things have changed. Now that a case has brought him to Gnaw Bone, Colorado, the road is wide open for Emme and Deck to explore something hotter and deeper than Emme dreamed possible. So why is she sabotaging the best thing that's ever happened to her?

It isn't easy to catch Deck off guard, but Emme does just that when she walks back into his life after nine long years. The curvy brunette had her charms back in the day, but now she's a bona fide knockout . . . and she wants to rekindle their friendship. Deck, however, wants more. Emme's always been the one; she excites Deck's body and mind like no other woman can. But a dark chapter from Emme's past overshadows their future together. Now only Deck can help her turn the page-if she'll let him . . .

So..this book introduces us to Deck and Emme.
It really introduces us to Deck and Emme.
Yeah, like I said, it really introduces us to Deck and Emme.

all I could say about this book is:

it tells us about Deck and Emme.
it features Deck and Emme.
it's about Deck and Emme.
it's the story of deck and Emme.
it's the lives of Deck and Emme.
it's all Deck and Emme.

Deck and Emme.
And Emme and Deck.

Oh, and there's a Kaleidoscope too!

Am I fucking pissing you off with my REPETITION?
Well, WELCOME TO THE FUCKING CLUB everyone!



If I wanted to read bout a guy leaving a girl and then expecting her to wait for him, I'd have went back to Jagged.

If I wanted to read bout a stubborn woman thinking that she could handle the world by herself, I'm sure I've already got a pile of KA's other books that features the same fucking thing.

If I wanted to read bout a woman who was not inexperienced but could fuck so goooodddddddd, I'd have went back to Breathe.

If I wanted some bossy alpha male in my book, I'd have went back to Motorcycle Man or The Gamble or Sweet Dreams or Lady Luck

If I wanted to read bout the same fucking thing again and again, I'd have read a better and ORIGINAL version of it instead of messing my head with the ALTERED versions!

I hate that he was 'blind' for yearsssssssssssssssssssssssss!
And hate it more that it takes her change of style for him to fucking notice her.. -)) Should I start walking out in bikinis now to attract guys now? (Well Emme didn't wear bikinis (you know I can't fucking afford designer clothes like her..) but hey bikinis have got the same effects as Designer clothes you know..;) )



My advice? If you're willing to settle for less, go read the book. If you're easily bored by the same stuff, don't touch the book.

p/s: Two stars instead of a One because the writing as always, is FANTASTIC :)

0.99 i-Shouldn't-Have-Read-It-But-I-Was-In-My-Weak-Moment-Or-It-Could-Be-Just-My-Usual-Crazy-Moment Star

*please excuse my COLORFUL language, the world is too dull in black and white*

If it's not clear enough for you, I'll spell it out : I. HATE. THE. BOOK.

We're thirteen girls, captive, slave to our master.
A master we've never seen.
Obedience will become all we know in our shallow existence. It is the only emotion we're permitted to feel.
When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded.
Our scars run deep. Yet we survive, because we have to...
because HE teaches us to.
All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are.
He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know.
We've never seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.
Then something changed.
He showed me who he truly is.
Now I want him.
I'll go against everything I know to be with him.

A monster.

My monster.

Loving him is a sin, but a sinner I am. I won't stop until I see every part of him. Even the parts he keeps locked deep down inside.

I am Number Thirteen, and this is my story.

1. Ridiculous - He bought thirteen girls as his slave because he wants them to have a better life, compared to their previous life, which is as a slave TOO!



2. Funny - He wants a better life for all of them yet he makes them his slaves, making them go nuts. Might as well just kill them. One by one. By peeling off their nails..slowly.. *evil laugh* (see? I'm better than him at this being a monster thingy!)



3. Annoying. -Number One, Number Two, Number Three, Number Four, Number Five, Number Six, Number Seven, Number Eight, Number Nine, Number Ten, Number Eleven, Number Twelve and Number Thirteen. One more number and you'd find me dead, leaving a list of thirteen reasons why I fucking hate the book.



4. Cliche : The sick bastard fell for his slave and his stupid slave fell for him. You save me, I save you -_- *cue in, me stabbing myself to death*



5. Boring - I might have officially became the Yawn Queen thanks to the book. I've read Tears of Tess, thank you, no need to fucking replay everything for me.



6. Confusing - The Number thingy is one thing. The whole memory shit is another thing altogether. And the identities of the thirteen slaves is a whole different thing altogether. ~ Summon her. Touch her. Tell her some weird stuff in another language. Send her away. What on Earth is your fucking point?! Converse like a fucking normal person will you?!



7. Frustrating - Explain it in details, or don't explain at all. I can't magically understand everything if it's not explained!



8. Creepy: Bully. He was disfigured when he was a 13 just because another kid of age 16 was jealous of him. With dangerous chemical that is. This fucking freaked me out, A LOT! Over-the-top-creepy.



9. Alarming - Now how am I gonna go out when some sixteen year old could disfigure me so easily out there?!



10. Meh :

Him : Fear doesn’t leak from her pores like it does from the others; she’s strong and steady.

and

HER:

1. “Please,” I whimper, and in my current state of despair, I don’t really know what I’m pleading for.
2. ...I’m sobbing...
3. I flinch, not wanting him to touch me.
4.Tears soak the blindfold on my eyes, and I try frantically not to make a sound as I sob.
5.My hands are shaking wildly,
I bite my lip so hard blood fills my mouth for the second time today.

Didn't know that that's how people show their bravery these days.. *I am getting old*



11. Sick : He did what he did because of what people did to him. From him to the slaves, to the bully and to the book, they were all sick. The slaves being physically sick, the master being mentally sick and the bully being mentally and physically sick (his girlfriend saying that he wasn't handsome enough should qualify for the physical part lol).



12. Lacking : I wonder and wonder and wonder yet I never got my fucking answer from the book. Certain things were never explained..If I need a mystery book, I'd have picked a mystery book for God sake!



13. No no and fucking NO! : I am sorry but my fragile mind couldn't handle the absurdity of this book. It doesn't matter that it's all me though ;o



I'll be completely honest with you, I'm never ever gonna suggest this book to anyone (unless when I am in my sadistic mode ;) ).

3.78 A-High-Expectation-Can-Come-With-A-Huge-Disappointments-Especially-If-You're-Choosy-Like-Me Stars

Review to come? (I'm currently feeling tooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lazy to move)



(But I'm still trying to move, a bit..)

3 The-Box-Is-Black-But-That's-It Stars



It has got two covers, this one:

and this one:

But I prefer the latter because it kinda reflects the story better than the first one, since it's supposed to be about sadness and all.

The blurb is quite nice. Nothing really intriguing about it but to be honest, I wouldn't have picked the book up if I were to really take the synopsis into mind.

So why on Earth did I choose to read it? THE MISSING MH370.

WHAT?! WTF does that has to do with anything? *shrugs*

♥️ Three fateful encounters....
♥️ Two heart-breaking tragedies....
♥️ One last chance to get it right.

From New York Times best selling author Cassia Leo, comes an epic love story about rewriting destiny.

Over the course of five years, Mikki and Crush cross paths on three separate occasions. Their first encounter changes Mikki's life forever, but their second meeting leaves them both buried beneath the emotional wreckage of a violent attack. Mikki is left with more questions and grief than she can handle, while Crush is forced to forget the girl who saved his life.

Now nineteen years old, Mikki Gladstone has decided she's tired of the mind-numbing meds. She books a flight to Los Angeles to end her life far away from her loving, though often distant, family.

Twenty-one-year-old Crush has always channeled his blackest thoughts into his music, but he's never had great aspirations. He decides to fly to Los Angeles to record a demo of the only song he's never performed in public; a song he wrote for a girl he doesn't even know: Black Box. He has no expectations of fame and he's never felt like his life had any purpose... until he meets Mikki in Terminal B.

When Mikki and Crush cross paths for the third time in Terminal B, neither has any idea who the other person is; until they slowly piece together their history and realize that fate has more in store for them than just another love story.

My thought on the blurb: oh, okay..



So..........................to explain everything, I'll simply use the blurb itself. A part of it that is.

Lets begin the COUNTDOWN!



Three + Fateful + Encounters EQUALS Three Fateful Encounters
But just Three short, despite Fateful Encounters DO NOT FUCKING EQUALS I Love You, You Love Me and We Should Forever and Ever be in the Happy La La Land.

Let me spell it out for you, that is P U R E - C L I C H E!



Two Heart-Breaking Tragedies are supposed to make me cry. Since crying is a bit underrated, I had agreed on expecting just a sad feeling (or two?). But heck if I felt anything over the tragedies that the two characters went through. It made me frown. Just a big ugly frown. I'm not gonna start talking bout all the I-just-couldn't-connect-with-them shit, since it all came down to one simple thing : The BOOK failed me.

The tragedies : One : he accidentally killed his beloved cousin and two she got raped, multiple times (bastards!!!) didn't make me feel. Call me emotionless or what but I seriously think they don't deserve my pity (it's what they did that made me numb when it came to their sufferings). He was..well.. he. While she was..hmm..crazy. Before you start attacking me for being so INCONSIDERATE calling her crazy after what she went through, let me explain a little thing to you:

If someone is ugly, then he's ugly.
You can call him pretty. You can call him beautiful. You can call him gorgeous. You can call him handsome. But you CAN'T change the truth, he's still ugly.

She's crazy so I'll call her crazy. A masochistic crazy.

I'm not a big fan of people hell bent on destroying their lives, so excuse me while I hate the book for that one reason :)




Instead of being spun into a creative story, it became more like this:

I'm in a trouble. A superhero comes. He saves me. He falls in love with me and I fall in love with him. We kiss. We live happily ever after. The End.

Back to point number one: Let me spell it out for you, that is P U R E - C L I C H E!

In the end, all I could say is:



HOWEVER, there's also a HOWEVER for this book. The not-so-cool parts aside, I'd have fallen head over heels in love with the book because the writing was sooooooooooooo beautiful. Might give Cassia Leo's other books a try after this. :)

p/s: the plane thingy..well it's not 'involved' enough in the storytelling so I am back to perusing the news for the latest lead on where MH370 has disappeared to.. #prayforMH370



My advice? If your taste is just like mine (which I think is VERY unlikely because I'm one of a kind lol) then I'm gonna suggest you to not read the book..but if you're in the mood for an average (what is the standard of average NAs actually?) NA book, then just go ahead and read the book.

Despite my not-so-fun experience with [b:Mine|17792606|Mine (Real, #2)|Katy Evans|https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1377178049s/17792606.jpg|24886836] I am actually feeling quite excited for this book :D

I love the BLURB!

Greyson King…
My boyfriend. My friend. My protector. He’s the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face, and the reason I fall asleep limp, worn out, and aching for his warm arms around me. When we make love, he says my name like it means something. Like I mean something.
He
Lied.
His name is Greyson King, but his alias is Zero.
There’s zero trace of him, he has zero past, and now I know that with him, I will have zero future.
He may leave no trace of him anywhere, but his imprint is in me, in my very soul—and I hate that a mere look at him commands the beat of my heart. The temperature of my body.
I’ve looked for love my entire life. I’ve waited for the butterflies, the rainbows…
Instead I’m in a free fall of emotions and there’s no one to catch me but the one man I should be running away from. The one man I thought was my prince charming.
Except this prince charming went rogue.
Greyson will stop at nothing to make me be with him. He'll let no one stand in our way, will allow no one to threaten me, and maybe this is what scares me most of all...

What will my rogue do to keep me?

But TBH, I hate the cover. Seriously, I'd love to lend my bra and my jeans to her because her outfit is too freaking H. I. D. E. O. U. S. !