Open letter to a broken heart

Open your ears and listen to what I've come here to tell. Wake up...that time has come. I beg you to reconsider. I want you to stop and wonder how it's going to be once you cross that threshold, for once in the other side, my love, I won't be anymore. I want you to wonder how it's going to be without me.

Colors of the wind by Phatpuppy art. 

Midnight Breed Series

Author: Lara Adrian
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Vampire Series

 "You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.” 

― Lara Adrian, Kiss of Midnight

Midnight Breed series features the story of a race of half human-half alien men who are at war with those set on destroying their peace by compromising their secrecy. The Breed (as they call themselves) has lived among humans for thousand of years, but now they are being threatened with exposure by their own kind. To humans eyes, a Breed male would look very much like our idea of a vampire; from the fangs, to their need of human blood in order to survive, to the aversion of daylight. But unlike the regular vampire, a male from the Breed possesses natural body marks that change colors depending the mood and they also have preternatural gifts that are passed on from mother to son. There're an infinity of other nuisances to ohhh and awww about, like the ranks, mates, the mating and so on...but I want to return to the main plot of the series...
The Order:
A group of warriors, commanded by Lucan, got together and founded The Order; they have sworn to protect their own kind and the lives of innocent humans. Despite being necessary for the survival of their kind, The Order is despised by most members of the Breed and deemed as salvages. Mostly because they have taken upon themselves the nasty task of killing some of their own when they turn rogues. When bloodlust hits, a Breed male can not control the urges to kill and feed, leaving a noticeable thread of their existence at his wake, and here is when the warriors of The Order come handy.

The midnight series was first released in 2007. The installment consists of 11 books and one novella, each one featuring different male and female leads, although characters from previous books do make appearances in the books following.
The order of novels in the series goes as follow:

1. Kiss of Midnight
2. Kiss of Crimson 
3. Midnight Awakening
4. Midnight Rising
5. Veil of Midnight
6. Ashes of Midnight
7. Shades of Midnight
8. Taken by Midnight
9. Deeper than Midnight
10. A taste of Midnight
11. Darker after Midnight
12. Edge of Dawn

Description of the first book (This was taken from Goodreads-Lara Adrian):

He watches her from across the crowded dance club, a sensual black-haired stranger who stirs Gabrielle Maxwell’s deepest fantasies. But nothing about this night—or this man—is what it seems. For when Gabrielle witnesses a murder outside the club, reality shifts into something dark and deadly. In that shattering instant she is thrust into a realm she never knew existed—a realm where vampires stalk the shadows and a blood war is set to ignite.

Lucan Thorne despises the violence carried out by his lawless brethren. A vampire himself, Lucan is a Breed warrior, sworn to protect his kind—and the unwitting humans existing alongside them—from the mounting threat of the Rogues. Lucan cannot risk binding himself to a mortal woman, but when Gabrielle is targeted by his enemies, he has no choice but to bring her into the dark underworld he commands.

Here, in the arms of the Breed’s formidable leader, Gabrielle will confront an extraordinary destiny of danger, seduction, and the darkest pleasures of all. . .

You might want to check out the author's page for more info on the series: http://www.laraadrian.com/series.php  Lara Adrian official page

Until next time
Beth

Not another review for a book but something in the hopes of making you have a good laugh...

As I cleaned the memory of my laptop of garbage works, I found this particular one, which made me laugh and decided to share it. It was supposed to be the story of Azure- maybe one day I'll go back to her...but for now, enjoy!

(Warning: this publication may content strong language for minors under 18, so parental supervision is advised.) 

From Azure at midnight

“Step away from the bacon… slowly. And maybe…just maybe… you might make it out of this alive. And in one piece.”

A whimper left his lips, “But-But…it’s my bacon.”

Hadn’t he uttered a single complain about resigning his bacon to me, I might have been pushed into believing he had tampered with the food, in the hopes of poising me and saving all his future bacon. Still…he was delaying the inevitable here. I wanted that bacon. No. Scratch that…I needed it. A raised brow, “Umm. Is it? Is it, really? ‘Cause I’m certain that it is mine.”

Trembling lower lip. “But…but…I paid for it.”

The impudence of this man had no boundaries, “Let my appreciation for the gesture be duly noted. Now back the fuck off.” I growled back at him. I managed to learn how to growl very early in live. There are kids who’d secretly feed their dogs under the table. I was most definitely not one of those idiots when a child, hell no, I growled back at my dog-Tarzan-to beat it from under the table or else…

Xander’s vibrant baby blue eyes widened. Blink, blink, just like an owl. “Ok…Suzie, you are scaring me.”

Narrowed eyes, triangle hands position- just like Mr. Burns. “It seems to me that I am not doing such a great job, since your fork is still close to my bacon. So let me make this perfectly clear for you. If you so much as make a false move for my bacon, I will stab you with your own fork.” At his frown I decided to expound on my reasoning, not that I should for it ought to be obvious, really. I blame his mother for dropping him when a baby, not that I have proofs besides moments like this…but I was as certain as one can be without having any proofs. “I’d use mine but we don’t want to go spreading germs around, you know. It’s more hygienic to just use yours.”

A cringe, “Uhhhh. Thank you?”

I tsked, “You illiterate, ingrate. Just because of that I will use my own fork and give your immune system a run for its money. Let’s see how you’ll like that.” I threatened with fork in the air.

A deep intake of air. “This is not worth a trip to the hospital. Here. Take it. Take it all, you bottomless pit.” He finally handed the plate over to its rightful owner.

I scoffed in disgust, “And that’s exactly why you don’t deserve it, Xander. Bacon is worth anything. I keep telling you. You are not paying its due respect. One day…one day, bacon will replace money as our currency. Just wait and see.”

“You are such a freak.” He hissed, making an effort to shadow his face with his hand. Obviously trying his best not to being seen with the likes of me. Just because of that, I’ll be louder and crasser.

I smiled trough a mouthful of bacon. “I take that as a compliment. So thank you.” I made sure he could see the food in my mouth.  

“Such a lady.” He snapped angrily, shoving a napkin my way.

I refused it and wiped off my mouth with the back of my hand, “Haven’t you read the latest Cosmo? Femininity is out. Pmsing, bacon eater females are in. Try to keep up, will ya.”

“Yes… I can barely help these alien feelings, well, attraction if I am to be honest, that I am experiencing toward you, and I’m gay!— imagine that. It’s like…I want to rip off your clothes, throw you on this same table on which we eat and dry hump your leg and work my way up like a nervous Chihuahua. Seriously. Can’t you tell that I am fighting it with all that I am? For this would change our friendship forever.” He said all of this with a straight face.

I gave him a helpless shrug, “I know. I am sexy like that. But I’ll tell you what. Buy me another order of bacon, and we will go later tonight for some drinks-on me, of course- and then we could French kiss the hell out of each other and blame it on heterosexual curiosity-on your part, duh— and high levels of alcohol—that would be on le me… I will even go as far as granting you limited access to my boobs. You know you like them. Not that I blame you. They are truly beautiful.”

He nodded supportively, “You are right. Your tits are ah-mazing. But if you want me to buy you another serving, then I demand touch plus play.”

I pretended to think it through, “You draw a hard bargain, Xander, but I accept. But before I put out, though, show me the bacon.”

Not being able to hold it in any longer, we finally burst out laughing when the scratch of a throat that, if judging by the rawness of the sound, must have dried up during the time when Tutankhamen was alive. I craned my neck so to be able to see around Xander’s black haired head, and sure enough, in the table across from ours there was a judgmental glare that matched the sound the woman emitted.

            I assessed the intruding woman with a passing glance, after all there wasn’t that much to look at. If I were her, I would try and not get murder without an ID on me, for she would be one of those cases labeled as a Jane Doe-a.k.a. the bitchy owner of non-descriptive features; not that I would ever say this at loud, mind you, these people might misinterpret my well intended advice as a death threat. Which it wasn’t.  I was just playing with the possibilities.

Tossing her bland brown hair over her shoulder, “You do realize that we can hear everything you two are saying from over here, right?” The fastidious woman spat out. With all that concentrated hate, I short of expected to find a certain killing shine in the depths of her eyes, but no, there was none. Just insipid, dull, brown eyes.

            Xander made the let me take this one gesture, so I backed off, this wasn’t our first rodeo. “Well, now that you mention it, that is mighty rude of you, considering you were not invited to partake of this conversation.”

            She gasped dramatically, her hand going for her chest, “How dare you!” 

Fell in love, one word at the time

 “…when I first met you, you were scary, big, and scowled a lot. Now you’re irritating, big, and scowl a lot.”

The post for this writer is long over due! May I introduce to you: Angela Verdenius (featured in the photo of a woman holding a cat- she's the woman-lol); an Aussie writer for us to love and support.
As some of you, my precious bookworms, might have realized by now, after you read a couple of books from Amazon its searching program seems to think itself entitled to tell you what to read next. It so happens I don't like being told what to do...so I ignored its suggestions. Just because I could. Until one day, this particular-non descriptive cover yet with amazing ratings book kept popping among my buys, as something I should check out.
Long story short, I bought it and don't regret it.
I guess this woman has a little bit of everything to like everyone out there. For those of you who like zombies stories she has Zombie Hospital. For a more sci-fy oriented audience she has something to offer as well, the series is titled: The love, heart and soul series. For the BBW fans (Big Beautiful and Women) she has a trilogy titled Big Lovin' Trilogy; her writing is funny and compelling, her male characters are alphas and all around protectors, her female character model is mouthy, independent and witty. If this is your type of writer then look no more and seek this one out.

The first chapter of my new novel The Ascension of the Phoenix

You can find the rest of this story on Wattpad

Chapter 1: Trailed

You would assume getting sent into a reformatory is a clear sign that your life is pretty messed up. And most likely you would be right... Not that it matters anymore. Since today was my last day inside the Sorensen Reformatory. It wasn’t as bad as one would think. I wouldn’t go that far and say I would have liked to stay there any longer since my life is not that messed up as to prefer a reformatory instead of returning home…but the thing is, I don’t have a home to return to…Perhaps a house but not a home. And that’s something else I must learn to live with. Another mistake to weight down the already heavy sack on my back. Whatever. I shook my head, releasing my mind from such troubling thoughts. I had a home; darn it…no matter the place- home was with mom.

Hmm, on second thought…I guess home shall be whichever place is Ed lives. By the way, what kind of name is Ed? I mean, that’s more like a nickname than a name, right? That’s a two letters name…just saying. Anyhow, I only got to hear about Ed a few weeks ago during one of my restricted phone calls. So yes, I haven’t even met him but I’m supposed to go directly out of here and then get into his home…yay me! Not.

 Alyson, aka mom, told me that we’ve been doing things my way and let’s not talk about the consequences- she just very delicately pointed out the place from which I was calling her, so now we will be doing things her way. And getting hitch with Ed was the way to go. So yes, Ed is, aka: my stepfather to be. Maybe somebody should tell mom that we teenagers are more than fine with an Ipad. Just saying.

At first, she wasn’t really in love with the guy- she was only doing it for me, for us. And it sounded as the best way to hide our scents from the fire hounds which were starting to step closer. I knew this in my heart; every wild heartbeat pumped updates of their closeness to my ears. That’s how it works. But during our last call, right after she dropped the Hiroshima bomb on me, the pending threat of the fire hounds was the last thing on my mind.  “I love him”, she said and all hell broke loose. That should have been enough reason for me to put my foot down and stop this thing right away, since mixing business with pleasure has never been a good idea to start anything. But… she hasn’t been happy for so long. And giving her the space to explore whatever this is was the least I could do. Perhaps I was being blindsided by my remorseful side. Whatever the reason-even if I come to regret this—I am going to back down and let her enjoy it. It’s just that mom truly deserves to be more than cheerful after the huge sacrifices she has done for me- which lately have been plenty.

Darn it, there I go again. No self-pitying! Much less when there was no amaretto ice cream near by! Yeah. Easier said than done. Leaving our people behind wasn’t easy, let’s not say about giving up immortality-well kinda, long story…But then again, who would want immortality when you would be forced to spend it next to someone who believed in everything you stood against? But that was me. That was my problem. Not hers. Never hers. She could have easily turned me in to our people and keep up the life style. The act itself wouldn’t have been frowned upon. We are no humans, so we have never worked under the same family attachments as humans do. But that was back then now we are a solid unit…since the two of us is all there is.

I don’t think the thought of giving me in ever crossed her mind. And that’s why I won’t put a stop to what’s going on in her life –it’s my way of paying her back. Even when everything inside me was telling me how wrong it was for her to be with a human as a “mate”.  Maybe it was not “me” parse what was talking …but the tradition by which I was raised…the phoenixes shouldn’t mix with humans-that’s law. But then again, phoenixes aren’t meant to abandon Ceylon- the compound from which we are now and forever forsaken-and we did. Maybe some rules are meant to be broken. I would sure do it all over again in the space of a heartbeat. No matter the troubles it has caused us.

I tilted by head back and let the sweet scent of liberty fill my nostrils, to be quite sincere; the air smelled pretty much the same that back at my room. I think it’s because liberty doesn’t have a particular scent to it, except when you are a prisoner locked in a dingy room…then liberty will sure smell like something to you. But it did felt different though, because it was the end of the summer and I sure loved the sun hitting my face…that’s liberty to me.

As soon as those gigantic, black iron gates opened, my jaw hit the ground, I saw my once glorious car waiting outside for me-but I only wanted to cry. Since my black 78 Chevy Camaro had been tainted by HER…Alyson was driving it; I can see it, she must have been treating it like if it was a vulgar shopping cart. She was checking out her nails, dismissively, resting her back against the side of the car. 

Irritation started flowing through my veins in a ridiculous speed. Over nothing, really. I felt like ants were crawling inside my skin; many of them. In seconds it was turning into something dark and dangerous. I breathed in and out a few times, trying to calm the rising explosion. Closing my eyes, I focused with all my might on burying the feelings deep inside me. I thought I was handling quite well the effect of being in close proximity to humans. But obviously not so. Their emotions were like a slow torture these past days since I couldn’t process them properly.  They were coming in but not out. And they were magnifying my own. Tapping the wilderness of my kind.

Once I felt in control, I tightened my hands on the straps of my bag and made my way to where she was standing. Mom smiled genuinely at me and her green jade eyes were filled by tears starting to build. I have always thought she looks prettier when surrounded by mortals…it gives her an interesting glow. And I must admit something about our relationship; while, I will never say it out loud…I envied her. She’s so beautiful it hurts the eyes; every time we walk together everyone only looks at her, I’m nonexistent next to her. That doesn’t mean I would like to have a human mate like she does, but still, I do have a battered self-esteem-thanks to her. Her long red hair looks like a volcanic eruption while mine is as black as the ashes left after the fire is way done, and let’s not talk about her figure…not too long ago I learned, thanks to her, again, what the letters MILTF stand for (Let’s just say one of my creepy roommates kept asking me when Alyson was coming back…and those letters happened to be among the conversation…yeah- I won’t be missing some things from the reformatory). The only common thing between us is our green jade eyes and some other things you wouldn’t be able to point out just by sight. But as soon as I saw her honest reaction by just seeing me, my stupid insecurities went away. Her arms flew wide open and I buried myself in her earnest embrace.

“Nix, are you all right? I have missed you so much!” Her voice has some melodious tone to it and like if her looks weren’t enough, every time she speaks people seems to fall in love with her. I extended my hand and played with one of the curls of her red hair as I always did since little, but things have change, as proof of it I could smell Ed’s scent on her, and that’s why I took my hand back to my side.

I wrapped my arms around me, almost giving myself a hug. “Yeah mom, I am perfectly fine…um, could we leave now?” I turned tenser than I would have liked, since I didn’t want to hurt her…but it’s hard to get used to the fact of my mom dating- and what not- a human.  I walked to the driver seat, when mom scratched her throat. She only scratches her throat when something is wrong since we never get sick. So, with meticulous control, I turned around to see what she was about. And that’s when I noticed she had followed me; she was standing right behind me. Gosh, my reflexes suck! “Mom, you know you can’t sit on my lap. There is the passenger seat, though; I bet is not as comfortable, but it will have to do.” I smiled sweetly.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and for the first time I happened to see what she was wearing. She looked gorgeous in that teal blue cocktail dress she was wearing; it even had some serious cleavage going on for her. Then I asked myself…why on earth would a person dress up like that to pick up someone who just got out from a reformatory. I was wearing some wore old jeans with a bland white t-shirt and my old gray converse …yeah, like a said, battered self-esteem.

She tapped her nose with her forefinger and removed it only to point at me. “Well let’s see, shall we? According to judge Matthews, you are not supposed to drive for at least six more months. When due time…maybe then you can drive again. So yes, Nix, I guess the passenger seat will have to do- for you.”

I craned my neck…I got some spasms going on there, some serious stress accumulated. “Alyson, don’t get me wrong, but you do drive like an old lady and I need to release some energy before meeting your beloved Ed. So…”I waived her off.

Under normal circumstances her voice would soothe the crankiest person in the whole world. But when she was mad? Hell no. It gave her a dangerous edge…an edge that would intimidate almost anyone.  “Nix, passenger seat. Now.” She narrowed her eyes at me…and there was no need to be so rude!

I harrumphed. Just for the show. Of course I would do as told but nobody said I had to smile while I do it. “Fine woman, but when you see me cranky- Oh, and that will happen…don’t ask why!”

Shrugging one shoulder, “I guess will have to manage and something tells me we will survive.” She said with a bored tone. “By the way, when was the last time you used your powers?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Two full moons ago, why?” I looked at her with kindled curiosity.

She smiled in that condescending way mothers- no matter the breed- like to use, “Well, maybe that’s why you are so cranky. I am not taking away from your natural capacity to be so, sweetheart. But this time I think it’s just your powers talking.”

I walked pass her and reluctantly took the passenger seat. I threw my bag on the back seat and as soon as I was inside my car I couldn’t help but noticing all the empty and disgusting recipients from fast food laying around. “Mom, what the hell? Have you been eating in my car? Couldn’t you just throw them out? You can take the truth out of a person but you can’t manage to throw away some garbage?” I started to pick things up and throwing them inside an empty bag all along while mumbling things like: courtesy and polite society.

Mom rolled her eyes, “Dear, the next full moon is within two days and I am begging of you that as soon as you get the chance, go and release some stamina.” She gave me this sideway smile and then couldn’t help but to let out a soulful sigh. I knew what was bothering her… that as soon as she started the engine it could only mean we would be on our way to Ed’s house. “Look, I know you are apprehensive and a little upset about this whole thing…but you will like it, I promise.” I widened my eyes when she said a “little”.  As though I hadn’t hinted anything, she started the engine and away we went.

I crushed my teeth, “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep, Alyson.” Regret flowed to me as soon as the words were out. “I’m sorry…Umm, I bet you are right, mom. I will like it…I will love it there.” Or fake it until I make it.

I wanted to hit myself. What happened to the promise I made earlier about backing out and let her bask in her… glow? I was sure doing a poor job at it! I swear I wasn’t this conceited under normal circumstances. At least I didn’t think I was. I smiled at her, trying my best to make my empty words sound somehow heartfelt. “I am serious, Mom. I am fine with all of this.” 

Looking at me out the corner of her eyes, “You’ll have your own room and there is Declan and Joshua…you always said you wanted sisters...” I looked at her like if to say did you just call them sisters? “I know they are not girls’, darling, but it’s better than nothing at all…you’ll have brothers then.”

“Mom, I am seventeen, I think I am over the phase of “momma I want sisters to play with”, and in case you have been giving some thought to it…I won’t babysit.” There was a line I needed to draw somewhere. And babysitting humans was it.

 She laughed at it…but I was dead serious about it. “There is no need, Nix.”

At that I was offended, “Oh, why? Because I am an irresponsible teenager who just got out from a reformatory? Doesn’t Ed approve me?” I know I was being irrational here but I couldn’t help it. Truly. Hurtful words just came tumbling out of my mouth without any command on my part. Then again, it was to be expected, it’s just that I thought I would be able to handle it better…or more gracefully. I should have known better. What the hell was I thinking when I thought I could control this? I didn’t complete my training, for pity’s sake! I felt like a preschooler. I might know history and math and what not…but I didn’t know the first thing of being a phoenix. And wasn’t that important! 

I heard teeth clenching, “There is no way to make you happy, is it? And no, Nix, Ed doesn’t even know where you had been for the last couple of months. Well, sort of. I told him you were on an exchange program.” I saw a flicker of regret cross her eyes. I could tell she didn’t like lying to Ed. No, I corrected myself. She just didn’t like to lie. Lying to Ed hurt her that much more.

And still, even knowing this I couldn’t bring myself to juts shut the hell up. “Wow mom, what a way to start a relationship!”

Her knuckles turned white due to the hard pressing of her fingers on the wheel. “Nix, I am starting to think than since we can’t fast-forward the full moon, you should drive.”

“Really?” Hope bursting inside me.

She snorted, “No, of course not. So suck it up, darling.”

I gave a snort of my own, “So mom, who taught you that language…was it Ed?”  Without waiting for an answer, I turned my face away from her and focused on the trailing of trees left behind.

She blew out a sigh as if to center herself or gather enough courage. She was wearing some tight smile…and it was scaring the crap out of me…it was a smile I knew all too well. Yeah, it’s the kind of smile she only wears when she thinks she is doing something good for me…but then I totally disagree. “Um…Nix, there is something else. I sign you up in a human school, you are starting on Monday.” She didn’t even bother looking back at me. And I have to give something to her…she never goes round and around over things…just straight to the heart…like right now. Ouch.

“What?”

And my personal hell broke loose. 

Going back to the basics: Lori Foster

Give to Caesar what's Caesar's and to... I know many a person might consider me a heathen for opening this post with a passage from the Bible, but it couldn't be more apropos. So I ask you, dear reader, to be lenient with me here.
A few years back I was a reader with a strict trend towards young adult literature, but one day, a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, introduced me to erotica romance and I have been hooked ever since. It was love at the very first book and it so happens that the author that worked as cupid for this romance was-surprise, surprise- no other than: Lori Foster's with: Impetuous (http://www.amazon.com/Impetuous-Famous-Firsts-Lori-Foster/dp/0373200072/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1362028004&sr=1-1&keywords=impetuous%2C+lori+foster).

One week back now- I heard that she was in the process of writing a new series: Undercover love. And well, I am a sucker for the tall, dark and handsome type of character- and that woman knows how to nail that...she even takes it to another level- adding a little bit of alpha to the mix. Having the first book down, I am patiently awaiting for the second book in the series.

1) Run the Risk: I know, from all the pictures I selected the biggest one...but really can you blame me? And u are telling me he is a cop? Well, excuse me while I punch the next person I see right in the face. 'Cause I'd not mind a bit being manhandled by this COP! I promise to be good being real bad (making my family proud one word at the time)

Editorial Blurb:
"When Detective Logan Riske goes undercover to find Pepper Yates, a potential link to his best friend's unsolved murder, he vows to gain her cooperation by any means necessary. But the elusive beauty is more suspicious—and in far more danger—than he expected. And the last thing Logan needs is to start caring for her….Pepper has spent years dodging the corrupt club owner who will stop at nothing to keep her silenced. She can trust no one, not even the handsome new "construction worker" who's moved in next door. The heat between them is undeniable. But will surrendering to passion bring her the safety she so desires—or will her feelings for Logan draw them both into a killer's crosshairs?"


I gave the book 4 stars out of five. I really liked the characters she presented and felt connected enough to all of them to look forward to their respective stories in the series. I can hardly wait for book 2: Bare it all- Detective Reese Bareden

2) Bare it all- comes out on april 30 (Bring it on)
Editorial Blurb:

"A cop's craving to know more about the woman next door could prove fatal in the steamy new novel from New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster"

"As the person responsible for taking down a brutal human trafficker, Alice Appleton fears retaliation at every turn. No one knows about her past, which is exactly how she prefers it...until the sexy cop next door comes knocking.

Detective Reese Bareden thinks he knows what makes women tick, but his ever-elusive neighbor keeps him guessing like no other. Is his goal to unmask Alice's secrets? Or protect her from a dangerous new threat? One thing is certain: their chemistry is a time bomb waiting to explode. And with no one to trust but each other, Reese and Alice are soon drawn into a deadly maze of corruption, intrigue and desire-and into the line of fire..."

Ebook Steal!-- Exclusively Yours (The Kowalsky Family)

Hello, bookworms (note that it is said with all the love of the world).
   As recently as two weeks ago, after I typed the words free read and romance on the Amazon searching box, I found this new author: Shannon Stacey. Ok, I'll be the first to admit that I am going all Cristobal Columbus over this. You see...I do realize that this is not her (Shannon Stacey) first rodeo, but since I only met her, well, two week ago...she is new to me...and for so I'll declare I have discovered her!
    Enough of that! As I was saying, I was feeling blue and cheap (meaning: I had no money), so I rolled through Amazon's free ebooks list without setting high hopes for the hunt, because let's face it, more often than not, those free reads are retina melting bad...but surprise of surprises: Exclusively Yours was ah-mazing! The story is sexy, fast-paced, funny and with well developed characters that will leave you smiling at the end. The story begins when Keri Daniel's editor finds out she had one to one  knowledge of Joe Kowalski, reclusive best-selling author...and this all happened 10 years ago. Keri's boss doesn't care her relationship with the man ended badly...she actually sets an ultimatum upon her head; either get an interview or get kicked out. But Joe has plans of his own...oh, he'll give her the interview, but it's going to cost her. I'll leave it to you to find out the price.

The story does not end there...well, Keri and Joe's does, but not for the rest. You may not know me, but I heartily recommend the Kowalsky Family series by Shannon Stacey and by the power invested in me (wink, wink) I approve this message. Prepare for a good laugh.