New Update!

Hello everyone. All of my Reviews, that I have yet to write, will be posted sporadically during the summer. After the end of this summer, I will not be posting on here anymore, as you will see the info on the right side of the blog.
Thanks for your understanding.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

A Quick Update!

Hey everyone :) Well...last Friday was my last day of finals, so I'm happy to write that I am on Summer break!! :) this is going to last only for 2-3 weeks until I have Summer Semester (need to take some G.E. courses) but anyway, these last few days have just been great to...RELAX. Not having to do that much right now, feels well.... freaking awesome. 

Now, for this Blog, I think I will stop posting, instead of June, well it's going to be perhaps in August until I stop posting here. The reason is, well I have a few more posts in the next couple of days to post, but I have....a lot of e-mails to answer. Since about March, because with just a lot going on with School and other stuff, I had been busy and so I couldn't answer a lot of mail, about 95% of it, so what's waiting for me now, is about 2-3 months of emails, and I will get to you, if you e-mailed me concerning a review request, promo post etc. I will get a hold of you; it might take me until this week to answer everyone's emails, so yeah anyway, I want to post whatever I can by the end of the summer, until I officially stop posting here. 

What's next? Umm well...oh yeah, those that have won a Giveaway, where I have to mail books/movies to you, that will finally be mailed to you in a week or two. Sorry about the long wait, and I will e-mail those that have patiently waited, so look out for an email sometime this week. 

Ummm hmm I think that's it. Oh yeah all the Review posts, the Blog Tour Posts where you see "A Review Will Be Posted Soon" or something like that; well I will finally get to reading those wonderful books, and will be writing Reviews again. I know it's been a while since I have written one, maybe since March? Yeah wow that seems like a long time, so it's going to be great writing reviews again. I will definitely let you all know when I post a new Review. 

- I'm also excited to some of the tours I will be participating in, including on June 7th. I will be posting a review &...a Giveaway for C.J. Robert's upcoming release: Epilogue and just ahhh I'm excited for this one!!!! If you have read the first two books, you probably know what I'm talking about...ahhh :) haha so my tour stop again will be on June 7th, so hope to see you then, and before too, because I have a few other tours.

Thanks stopping by!


Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Not Quite Mine (Not Quite #2) By: Catherine Bybee *Author Interview, Review & Giveaway*

Book Description
(From Goodreads)

Gorgeous hotel heiress Katelyn "Katie" Morrison seems to have it all. But when she crosses paths with Dean Prescott - the only man she's ever loved - at her brother's wedding, Katie realizes there's a gaping hole in her life. After the ceremony she gets an even bigger surprise when someone abandons a baby girl on her doorstep. Determined to keep the newborn until she learns who her mother is, Katie has her hands full and doesn't need Dean snooping around, especially when his presence stirs feelings she thought were long gone. 

Dean Prescott knows Katie is lying to him when he discovers a baby is living with her. He shouldn't care what the woman who broke his heart is up to...and he most certainly shouldn't still be aching for her. Yet Dean can't ignore the need to protect Katie - or the desire to be near her every chance he gets. But when he and Katie solve the mystery surrounding the baby, their second chance for happiness could be shattered forever.

Check out this Author Interview

How did you come up with the idea/concept for this story?

When writing Not Quite Dating, the first book in the series, Katie Morrison stood out as a woman I wanted to know more about. On the outside she seemed to have life put together. But seldom is that the case when you peel back the layers of the characters. When I sat down to write Katie and Dean’s story I wanted to write a ‘reunited’ story one with a baby on the doorstep twist…but not the baby left on the dad’s doorstep. I hope I mixed it enough to surprise my readers and keep them turning pages.

How long did it take to write?

I actually had written the first few chapters of this book shortly after writing Not Quite Dating…which was well over a year before I finished the book. I had several projects going at that time. When I ‘finished’ the story, it took me about six weeks. On average, my books take me six to twelve weeks to write. Just depends on the story.

Did you have to research, and if yes, how was that process?

I needed to look up laws pertaining to adoption and abandonment. Some of the information I already knew when I sat down to write the book, but I had to check some facts as I went along. As for the process… it’s called the Internet. So much easier than research of the old days. LOL

Which character was the most fun writing?

I really enjoyed writing the character of the PI in the story. Patrick was a fun player who made me want to write mystery novels.

Which actors do you see playing the main characters?

I can see Gwyneth Paltrow as Katie… as for Dean… Hard to say. All I see is some of those yummy pictures on Pintrest for him.

What do you want readers to get from your story?

I want my readers to come away with the knowledge that it takes more than having a child to be a mother. Being a parent is an awesome responsibility that shouldn’t be entered into lightly. I respect those expectant mothers who know they’re not ready to be a mom and give up their infants to those who are ready but can’t. Equally, I wish more people understood the responsibility of parenthood before they have children.

On Writing …

Do you mostly write during the day or night?

Yes! *wink* - If I’m writing a book in six weeks, I’m writing day and night.

Is there a place you especially like to write? Ultimate place to write?

I have an amazing office with a fabulous view. Love it. My best brainstorming for new stories is when I’m exercising, however.

What are you currently working on?

I’m finishing up my discovery draft of Single by Saturday. Which is the forth book in my Weekday Bride Series.

For Fun …

All time favorite film that you can see endlessly, and you have practically memorized all the lines?

Romancing the Stone

Favorite guilty pleasure television show?

Drum roll… Duck Dynasty – I’m happy, happy, happy!

Hot Chocolate, Tea or Coffee?

Wine… oh, wait, that wasn’t on there… Coffee.

Mac or PC?

PC – But Mac for my phone and tablet
England or Scotland?

Yes, please…when shall I pack?

Print or E-Book?


Frozen Yogurt or Ice Cream?

Ice Cream

Spring or Fall?


Sunny or Rainy Weather?

Sunny in summer, Rainy in winter. I’m not picky.

Christmas or New Years?


About The Author
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned novels Wife by Wednesday, Married by Monday, and Not Quite Dating. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.

My Review
*Will Be Posted Soon*

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Monday, May 20, 2013

Extreme Love By: Abby Niles *Guest Post & Review*

*Ahh Sorry just posting this now, but hope you enjoy the Author's lovely Guest Post!

Book Description

New body. New clothes. New men.

Used to the average Joe, Caitlyn Moore is overwhelmed when the supremely masculine Dante Jones walks into her life and expresses an interest in her. At first she pushes him away, refusing to encourage the attention of a cage fighter. Then she learns Dante has a love ‘em and leave ‘em reputation. What better way to fine-tune her non-existent flirting skills than with a male who won’t stick around? But Dante has no intention of being a practice dummy; he’s out for all or nothing. Now Caitlyn must accept Dante—violent career and all—or let him go.

Dante “Inferno” Jones has one goal: win the Welterweight Championship. At a time when focus is crucial, the last thing he needs is a distraction. Yet Caitlyn Moore becomes a challenge he can’t resist. When the light-hearted pursuit shifts to a battle to win her heart, his focus is shot. Faced with losing the biggest match of his career, Dante must decide if his extreme life also has room for Extreme Love.

The Author's Guest Post

Ten Things I’ve Given Up.

We all have to give things up from time to time. It might be to avoid going insane or to have more time in your day. Most of the things I’ve given up here lately have been because of my writing. Some of them I hope to one day get back, but the others I’m glad I kicked to the curb. So the top ten things I’ve given up:

Sleep. I’ve given this up twice. I don’t think I slept a full night for eighteen months after my twins came home from the hospital. Things calmed down a little after that, but then, a little over a year ago, I had to go back to living off little sleep. Between juggling a day job, being a single mom, keeping my nephew, and my deadlines the only way I was going to get any proper amount of writing time was by cutting into my sleep schedule. I don’t regret it, never will, but I do have my crash and burn points. And when those days comes, my body shuts down and I’ll sleep for twelve hours.

Cleaning.  I grew up in a household where an immaculate house was essential. My parents, still to this day, believe a home should always be tidy and clean just in case someone stops by. I carried this into my adulthood and always kept a spotless home. Over the years, as my time became more restrictive, I had to teach myself not to worry about the dishes piling up in the sink, or the laundry spilling over in the basket. Now I settle for one day a week, right before the weekend, where everything gets a thorough cleaning. And, even then, everything doesn’t have to be perfect.

Social life.  I think I’m close to getting this one back. I’ve had to put a social life on hold to get my priority done: writing. I’ve spent many, many weekends doing writing marathons instead of enjoying the great outdoors with my friends. After almost a year of being disciplined with my time, I see a little more free time in my future.

TV time.  I’m a TV junkie. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I would like to say I’ve given up TV all together, but, yeah, that’s not happening. What I have done is cut it back a lot. I used to have the TV on while I wrote, I envy writers who can do this, but I found that I spent more time distracted by the television than actually writing. So I no longer attempt it. I watch two hours of TV at night after the kids go to bed. It’s my unwind time after a very long day.

Writing at night. I used to be able to write during the day, pick up the kids from school, do all my mommy duties and then write again after the kids went to bed. I can’t anymore. By night, my brain is incapable of producing a coherent sentence much less being creative. If I’m on a deadline, I don’t try to get it done after all is quiet in the house, I set the alarm to go off even earlier because I know once I hit a certain point in the afternoon, writing is done for me. I’m still not a morning person. I don’t think I ever will be, but I’m the most clear-headed and focused in the morning. I never thought I’d say that.

Writing a perfect first draft. Giving this up was the best thing for my writing. I used to agonize over every word during the first draft, which is really counterproductive for a pantser. When I’d reach the middle of the book, I’d always see my beginning was all wrong and instead of waiting, I’d immediately go back and fix it and agonize all over again. After I had it where I believed it was perfect, I start writing again, get two-thirds of the way through the book, see that something else didn’t jive and immediately go back again. I wasted so much time doing this. It would take me months to finish a first draft as I rewrote scenes, over and over again. I don’t do this anymore. I write the draft, knowing I’ve got some major issues I’m going to have to tackle, but I’ll go back to them after I know the entire story. I save myself a TON of writing and time this way.

Trying to get my to-do list done. It never fails that I have this list of things I HAVE to get done for the day, and the first thing on that list takes me way longer to finish that I’d anticipated. Which makes it impossible to get everything else done. I used to freak myself out over it. Guess what? The world didn’t end because I didn’t get that list completed. I still have a list, but I don’t fret over it as much. It will get done, and it will get done on time, I just don’t have to spaz out if it’s not when I planned on getting to it.

Focusing on the negative. As authors, we want everyone to love our books. We work really long hours and put our hearts and souls into our writing. There are days we want to cry, days we feel proud, and days we doubt. The truth is it doesn’t matter if we’ve written the best dang book of our career, someone’s not going to like it, some will even hate it. I had to accept that I can’t write the perfect book. There are so many different personalities out there, so many different ways a person would tackle a conflict, that it’s just not possible. Now this isn’t saying I pish-posh away negative reviews. That’s not the case. I have gotten invaluable insight that has helped me grow as a writer from them. I just don’t obsess over them anymore.

Being the Yes-Man. Learning to say no wasn’t easy for me. I’ve always been the type of person anyone could come to and ask a favor of and I’d do it in a heartbeat, even if it spread me too thin. It was a struggle to stop this. I love to lend my help no matter if it’s to my family, friends or my job. But I can’t do everything, I wish I could, but it’s not possible. So allowing myself to say, “I wish I could, but I can’t,” was a freeing experience.

Refusing help. Now this is probably going to sound extremely hypocritical, since I just said I love to help. I do love to help. I don’t like ASKING for help. I’m a classic Type A personality. I’m supposed to be able to do everything. Yeah, well, even Type A’s have to suck it up and ask for help from time to time and I’ve learned to do that. It’s amazing how someone stepping in a taking one thing off my hands, truly does help me.

So what have you given up?

Thanks so much for having me today!


About The Author
Abby Niles has always loved to read. After having twins and becoming a stay-at-home mom, she started doodling stories to keep her sanity. She didn’t plan for writing to become an obsession, but it did. Today, she juggles work, home life, and writing. It’s not always easy, but hey, who said life was easy?

When Abby’s not writing, you can find her playing ‘Just Dance’ with her kids or trying to catch up on her never-ending to-be-read list. She also loves Zumba, and refuses to admit she looks more like Animal doing his Muppet flail than a sensual Latin dancer.

My Review
*Will Be Posted Soon*

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Stripped By: Brooklyn Skye *Book Excerpt & Giveaway*

Release Date: 05/14/13

Summary from Goodreads: 

“I like you.” His voice is low and soft, which I don’t deserve. I look away, down the rutted parking lot.

“Don’t…waste those words on me.”

He touches my cheek. “You just need someone to show you.”

“No.” I ease back again. “I don’t. So please, Torrin, stop trying to swoop in and save me. I don’t need saving.”

College freshman Quinn Montgomery will do anything to avoid the mistake her sister made—killing herself over a boy. But when she is forced into nude modeling at a local college to support her family after a bankruptcy, she begins to crack, just enough to let Torrin, the university’s top varsity oarsman, see that the real Quinn is not as feisty and unapproachable as she wants everyone to think. But letting someone in comes at a steep cost and, it turns out, Torrin is connected to Quinn’s family in more ways than she could ever imagine.

Book Excerpt
Please help me welcome Brooklyn Skye, author of STRIPPED! She’s stopping by today to share her writing play list for the STRIPPED Blog Tour hosted by YA Bound. As part of the tour Brooklyn is giving away a signed copy of STRIPPED; read on for more details!

Muscles. That’s all I see walking toward me. Rock-hard muscles.
“No chance I’m changin’ your name now,” Torrin says. Eyeing the cigarette pinched between my fingertips, he lifts a teasing smirk. I grimace and hide the cigarette behind my back because, really, I’m not in the mood for this.
Okay, that’s not true. I’m sort of in the mood for it because it is loosely fascinating. I’ve obviously charmed the guy out of his mind.
“I only took one drag. This cigarette shouldn’t count.” 
“Still does.” He sits on the wall next to me. A camera swings under his arm.
“What if I’m really stressed?”
Jutting out his chin, he slips the camera strap off his shoulder. “Get rid of that thing and check this out.”
I take another drag and blow it out in front of me. He waves the smoke away from his face.
“That’s disgusting.”
I grin. “Someone twisting your arm to sit here?”
He ignores my question and sets the camera in my lap. I’m no camera expert, but I do know this one’s probably over a thousand dollars by how heavy it is and the overabundance of buttons and dials and digital screens. I should run with it, sell it to pay for my tuition—
“A Nikon D300. Ever use one of these?”
I shake the thought away. It’s crazy. And I doubt I’d be able to outrun him.
“Check out the LCD screen. Three inches.”
I pick it up. At the same time he leans in and presses a button on top. An intricate menu displays on the screen with words and acronyms that may as well be a foreign language: JPEG compression, NEF (RAW) something or other.
I am so stupid. So stupid. I told him I was into photography, and that’s why he’s here trying to camera-talk with me, but maybe I should’ve said I like to look at photos. He’s obviously much more experienced and equipped and, God, I hope he doesn’t expect me to be the same.
“I’ve had this for a few months,” he says. “I’m still learning how to use it. The manual is over four hundred pages.”
I lift the camera to my face, peer through the lens at a teacher walking in the distance. Jackie McNamara. Science department. She spoke to my dad once about funding for telescopes. Bet she didn’t do something ridiculously illegal to get them.
Lowering the heavy black box, I meet his gaze. “I’ve never held such a fancy camera before.”
He nudges me with his elbow. “C’mon. I’ll show you how to use it.”
My stomach twists.
He blinks. “No? Why not?”
I stand. Because I’m not at Pacific Rim to make friends. I’m here to earn money and I’m done doing that for the day and should be heading back to school for whatever ghastly concoction Loyola’s cafeteria decides to call dinner.
I return the camera to his hand.
“I can’t.”
“Why?” He stands too, looks down at me. “You have somewhere else to be?” His head cocks curiously to the side. “A boyfriend’s house?”
“No.” The word comes out too fast. Dammit. I grab my bag. “I mean, yes.”
“Well, which is it?” He grins. “You seem a little unsure.”
My head is telling me I need to walk away right now. Right now. Before I have to say anything more, but my hands are the only ones listening, and they’re shaking and my feet won’t move.
I need to kill this conversation.
“Listen, Torrin. You’re not getting in my pants. Not today. Not ever. So you can go

About the Author
Brooklyn Skye is just your average awkward girl who's obsessed with words. She grew up in a small California town where she quickly realized writing was an easy escape from small town life.

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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Thursday Nights (The Charistown Series, Book #1) By: Lisa N. Paul *Book Excerpt, Review & Tour-Wide Giveaway*

Book Title: Thursday Nights (The Charistown Series, Book #1)
Author: Lisa N. Paul
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release date: May 13, 2013

Book Summary:
Pain can leave even the strongest of people weak and hollow.

Max DeLucca has spent seven years trying to forget the betrayal of his past.
He lives his life from day to day never looking forward and never looking back. The walls around his heart keep anyone from getting too close and prevent him from feeling too much… until he meets her.

Her entire life, Janie Silver searched for the kind of love that wouldn’t leave her broken and more importantly, wouldn't leave her behind. She longs for a love that can heal the wounds of her past and give her the future she knows she deserves. She thought she was looking for something that just didn’t exist…until she meets him.

Danny’s on Main is where their story begins. 
A neighborhood bar where strangers become friends, friends become family
and some … become lovers
… it all started on Thursday Nights

Book Excerpt (Warning: 18+)

Max knew Janie well enough to know his words hurt her. She looked physically pained every time he shut her out. While he wasn’t lying when he said the problem wasn’t her, it left a fresh scar on his heart every time he saw the ache he inflicted flash through her eyes. The need to see her face was overwhelming. He had to look in her aqua eyes and make her understand that he wasn’t worth her time or her heart.
The bathroom door was all that stood between them. He lifted his hand to the doorknob, wanting so badly to open it and go to her.
He could envision her beautiful, naked body through the steam coming from the shower, the water trickling down her soft skin. Stripping himself down and sliding into the shower behind her. His large hands moving around her narrow waist, grazing over her ribcage and trailing up until he caressed her breasts. His thumb and forefinger rolling her nipples as he leans into her neck and drags his tongue up the long column until he reaches her jaw. Slowly turning her around, the water pounding at her back, he bends forward and begins a slow assault using his lips, his tongue, and his teeth. Her nipples pebble between his fingers, and a slow husky moan bubbles up from her throat, giving voice to her approval of his touch. She whimpers when he moves one hand from her breast and slowly lets it travel down her belly over her pubic bone. She runs her own hand up along his jaw and into his wet blond hair, pulling his head closer to her neck just as he strokes the hard nub between her thighs. She moans when he uses the pad of his finger to fondle her clit, and he can feel her body start to tremble and tighten. He’s not ready to let her come because that would mean he’d be letting her go, so he sinks first one finger, and then two, into her moist heat and begins a slow rhythm in and out of her cunt.  “Oh, Max. Oh my God.” Her body is shaking, and her pussy is creaming on his fingers as he’s licking her neck, her jaw, and finally her lips. As he continues to fuck her with his fingers, he uses his thumb to rub her clit, finally bringing her over the edge. He can feel the walls of her sex milking his fingers as he whispers his apology and his love into her ear. 

My Review
*Will Be Posted Soon*

About The Author
Lisa Paul is a mother, daughter, sister, friend, reader, writer, blogger, and self-proclaimed comedian—just not always in that order. Ever since she was a little girl, she has devoured books. Falling in love with the Sweet Valley High series at a young age drew Lisa to series books and inspired her to write her own. Thursday Nights is the first book in her Charistown series. When not writing, Lisa can be found eating french fries and Godiva raspberry truffles, or hanging out with her husband and two sons. Visit her blog at and her website,


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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Unbeautifully Loved (Breathe Again #1) By: Emma Grayson *Promo/Review & Giveaway*


Book Description

In three words I can sum up everything I learned about life. Regardless of the shit going on in your life, this fact still remains.

It. Goes. On

Lexie Todd knew these 3 simple words. They were her mantra. So, after dealing with years of abuse at the hands of her boyfriend and the father of her son, she knows what needs to be done. With help from her best friend Mollie, they go on the run.

After months of being on the run they finally find the perfect town to settle in. Unable to trust and always having her guard up, the last thing Lexie wants is to get involved with Lukas Gunn.

Persistent, annoying, bossy, over protective and extremely hot, Detective Lukas Gunn.

After an incident leaves her vulnerable, Lukas knows there’s something haunting her. He’s determined to find out, wanting to protect her and make her his. But Lexie is determined also. Not wanting to give up her past, she pushes him away. Repeatedly.

But when history repeats itself, will Lexie finally be able to trust those around her to keep her safe? Will Lukas be able to save her? Or will Lexie succumb to only knowing what it’s like to be Unbeautifully Loved?

Meeting him changed my life. I never thought I’d meet someone who’d finally complete me like he did. Someone who finally made me feel whole and loved as much as he did. There’s always been a void in my heart, a void I thought I’d never have. I was in love, deeply in love, the kind of love that only comes around once in a life time, the kind you don’t want to live without and he didn’t even know how I felt. I’d waited too long and I didn’t know if I’d ever get to tell him.
            The thought of him fizzled from my mind as my body shook from the cold under the thin sheet of a blanket that was wrapped around me. I was in shock, I could tell. I knew the signs. I winced as I moved; shooting pain licked my body in every direction. I knew a couple of my ribs along with my wrist were broken, and possibly something on my face, as pain swept over it and into my head. I raised my free arm up slowly, painfully, feeling my damp face as my hand found its way to the laceration on the side of my head, the source of only some of the pain. Unable to hold my arm up for much longer, it fell to the side throbbing and dangling off the edge of the bed. My body, it was beaten and bruised possibly more than ever before and I could feel myself slipping away, wanting nothing but to close my eyes and sleep, but it was the last thing I’d allow myself to do.
             My mind was disoriented; I had no idea what day it was or how long I had been locked in this cold, dark place. Time was frozen, becoming nonexistent, and I was sure the days were just bleeding together. I thought about Finn and Mollie, hoping and praying they were safe because I didn’t know if I was going to see them again. The thought of that was unbearable. My eyes watered, nose burned and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Pull it together.
I didn’t know where I was, why I was even here or what caused him to do what he did to me. I felt like my life, my being, was being sucked right out of me. The abuse had taken its toll on my body and I had no fight left in me. All hope that I had earlier was beginning to fade away.
The door creaking open brought me back from my thoughts, my eyes snapped closed at the light that followed him in. I wanted to pull my blanket up to hide myself and hope it would make me disappear but I couldn’t and there was no point in trying.
Looking at him you wouldn’t think any kind of malicious evil would consume him, but it did. It was written all over his face, in the grin he wore and the burning in his cold, dead blue eyes. A shiver ran through me as I thought of his eyes looking back at me, blank, filled with nothing but coldness and the brightness of those eyes forever gone. I’d never seen a pair of eyes so cold, or so hollow and dark, not even the pair I looked into years before compared to what I was seeing now.
He walked over to the side of the bed, no words said. His rough cold hands roamed over my hair down the side of my face and my body stilled as I wished him away. My eyes snapped shut not knowing what was about to come.
His hand slipped under the covers, gliding over my naked arm, stopping above my elbow, lingering there a moment before moving away and then my cuffed hand was free. His hand went back, gripping my arm tightly as he pulled me to a sitting position. Pain radiated through me as I let out a whimper. He pulled me to my frozen feet, my knees shook, feeling like they were going to give out, unable to support me. I felt myself sway to the side but his grip held me upright, tightly; his fingers dug into my arm, pinching my skin.
What’s one more bruise?
He started to pull me towards the open door, my eyes squinting, trying to adjust to the light. I didn’t know where we were going and I was sure it wasn’t going to be good and for the first time I was wishing to stay in the hole. I didn’t have any strength to fight him so I let him pull me, taking me wherever he was going.
Maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe it was meant to end here and meeting him, falling in love, having this emptiness I carried around finally  filled, maybe it was only supposed to be... temporary.
Life had a way of playing cruel tricks on you.
This I knew.
Boy did I know.
I no longer saw the future with him as bright, happy and full of love; it was suddenly now empty, numb and full of complete and utter darkness. 

My Review
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Author Bio Via

Emma Grayson is a Canadian author who resides outside of Edmonton, Alberta with her family and five year old son. 

She is currently working on Take it All, book one in her new series, Blinded by Love, as well as Unbearable Guilt, book two in her Breathe Again series. 

When she’s not writing she enjoys time with her son, going to movies, reading, or enjoying Starbucks latte’s with her girlfriends. She’s the lover of music, television, all things purple, Oilers hockey and doesn’t leave the house without her iPhone, Kobo, flip flops or a pack of gum.

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