My Review of…Fifteen Weekends by Christy Pastore

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I’m Hooked!August 16, 2014

You know how much fun it is to get lost in the interwoven lives of the great ensemble cast of your favorite television show? Well, reading Fifteen Weekends is just like that. Excited anticipation that builds for next week’s show is what I felt at the end of each chapter.

The book follows the love interests and life connections of three twenty-somethings named Ashleigh, Emily, and Amanda. With each chapter, the focus shifts among them. Pastore skillfully weaves an intricate web of carefully timed plot revelations and character details. It’s one of those books that you will want to go back and read again just to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

I have to say, I’m hooked! I want to know what happens next for these three ladies. (Not to mention the hot guy who shows back up at the end. Hmmm…intriguing!)

My Review of…Perfectly Imperfect by Fabiola Francisco

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Interesting and UniqueJuly 24, 2014

This is an interesting book with unique pacing. Unlike some romance novels with only one pivotal moment, this one has several. In the epilogue, Grayson, the story’s hero, says, “The last year has been a hectic ride. Crazy ups and downs like a rollercoaster.” How right he was. This book takes the reader through quite the emotional journey.

Mia, the book’s heroine, is dealing with some serious hang-ups and issues with her past. She is damaged. There’s no doubt about that, and occasionally, I wanted to smack her for making terrible decisions (especially at those pivotal moments). But her imperfection makes her human and lends credibility to the story. Luckily, Mia has one smoking hot hero to help her deal with her issues. Grayson is dreamy and one can’t help but fall in love with him. He has some demons to deal with as well, but he’s loyal when it counts.

If you want a book that breaks from the tradition of sugar-coated fairy tales, this is the one for you. Real people come with baggage, and this author knows that. Her story paints a realistic portrait of two imperfect people working through their issues to find a perfect love.

My Review of…Electrified by Rachel Blaufeld

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Perfect Blend of Sweet and SexyJune 22, 2014

This book is a surprisingly tender tale about two lovers from rough-and-tumble lives. With alternating focus, the narrator reveals the innermost thoughts of Sienna, an exotic dancer in Vegas and Carson, an ex FBI agent turned private investigator. The author does something unique with that third-person narration by slipping in occasional first-person thoughts of her characters. It’s an interesting effect which lends to a slow, sweet build in plot.

Sienna is a sweetheart. She is literally the stripper with a heart of gold personified, but more than that, she is a woman hiding from an abusive past. One can’t help but love her. And Carson… I want him for Christmas. He is one capable and good-looking man who knows how to take care of his woman—in more ways than one.

This book is a nice blend of sweet and sexy. It’s a thoroughly enjoyable read. I will certainly be reading more from Rachel Blaufeld.

My Review of…The Girl on the Half Shell by Susan Ward

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Emotionally charged, lyrical, beautiful!June 18, 2014

God, I loved this book. This is not a typical romance, not by a long shot. I was drawn in right from the beginning by the poetic language. This author can turn a phrase. But, more than beautiful phrasing, her characters won my heart.

Upon first glance, Crissie Parker lives in a Gatsbyesque-rich-and-famous-behaving-badly world. She and her friend seem to be spoiled brats. However, succinctly timed revelations take the reader deeper into her psyche and that of Alan Manzone, the hot and troubled rock star that she loves. The result is gut-wrenching and emotionally charged reading. I occasionally had to break for 10 or 15 just to process and remember to breathe.

This is one of those books that will stay with me for a long time. It’s less of reading a book and more of an emotional journey. There is something very beautiful in its raw and dark complexity. I will absolutely read more from Susan Ward.

My Ongoing Self-Interview II

This is the second installment of my ongoing self-interview. The questions I’m answering today are: Who are your favorite authors to read? What is your favorite genre to read. Who Inspires you in your writings?

The Road CoverThat’s tough because it’s so hard to narrow it down. Over the years, there have been so many great authors who inspired me. I know this is going to sound cliché, but I love Shakespeare—his wit, his base sense of humor, his understanding of the common human experience. And jeez, anyone who can steel that many plots and end up more famous than the poor souls who got jacked is pretty damn smooth. I love Steinbeck. I love Cormac McCarthy (The Road is pure genius). I love Flannery O’Conner and Stephen King. Right about now, you are probably wondering why I write romance novels. I’m getting there; just hold your horses … I write romance because I love the way romance novels make me feel, and I believe romance authors are sorely underrated. Look at the body of work produced by romance novelists. They are one of the most prolific bunches on the planet. There are so many greats. I’ll just stick to a few of my recent favorites. I love Emma Chase’s Tangled Series. I love Alice Clayton (Wallbanger has one of the funniest sex moments I think I’ve ever read). I love and admire R. L. Mathewson for creating the sexy Bradford boys in her own way. And, oh God, Seduction and Snacks by Tara Sivec—you just have to read it. The list could go on and on, so there is just one more First Grave coverI’d like to mention. Darynda Jones has ruined my life with her Charley Davidson series. I blame her if my second book is delayed because I just had to read all of the first five books, again, right before Sixth Grave on the Edge came out. I’m not a typical fan-girl. I don’t get hooked, usually. But I’m so in love with Reyes Farrow that I might even leave my own character for him. Obviously, with a list like this, I love humor. In my own writing, I try to balance my love of humor, drama, and witty language. Hopefully that’s how it comes across.

My Ongoing Self-Interview I

Doing author interviews is a great way for writers to connect with readers. I’ve done a few of them, and I’ve answered random reader questions on Goodreads and Facebook. Often, I’ll get asked a question that is just plain fun to answer, and I find myself wanting to preserve my responses to these questions. So, I decided to start this ongoing self-interview on my blog. I will periodically post great questions and my answers to them. So, here is the first one . . .

Q: At what age did you realize your fascination with books? When did you start writing?

Wild ThingsA: Without a doubt, my first fascination with a book was with Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. I guess I first encountered this book in kindergarten, so around age five. You know, there have been a few happenings in my life that left such marked impressions that I can remember sensory details about the experience—things like the taste of what I was eating, the smell in the air, the colors I saw around me. Sensory memory is a very powerful thing. Reading Where the Wild Things Are is the only experience which left a memory of playing inside of my imagination. Yeah, South Park got it right. Imagination Land does exist. I’ve been there. I remember, fairly vividly, pretending to be Max and living among the wild things. My bedroom became just like his bedroom. I remember more than just pretending to be Max; I remember what it was like to be Max (in Imagination Land, of course). That book was more than just a bunch of pages with pictures and words, it was an experience. That was my introduction to the power of books.

I started writing in high school. I think it was an expression of teen angst back then, like it is for so many teens (funny how they use the very mode of expression that many of them rebel against in English class—namely poetry). I wrote small bits of poetry in the form of song lyrics. I had them stashed all over my room as a teenager. Sadly, most of them are lost now. I never believed in myself enough to preserve them, to take my writing seriously. Then, when I went to college, I was fortunate enough to land in the writing class of Dr. Ron Colthard. In one of my typical smartass moves, I turned most every piece I wrote in that class into a humorous essay. Rather than chastise me, he took it upon himself to edit and critique those crazy things. He made me see that my self-indulgent bull could be turned into little gems of at least moderate literary merit. Before that class was over, Dr. Colthard tried numerous times to get me to submit something to the Cold Mountain Review (ASU’s creative writing publication), but I was too scared or maybe just too young and stupid. It took me two major jobs, a master’s degree, and twenty years to gain the courage to put my work out there. Now that I’ve done it, I wish I could go back to 1992 and smack my former self right across the head.