Angels’ Blood (Guild Hunter #1)


I am surprised with how much I enjoyed this book. Normally I don’t do the angel thing but this book is an exception. Fast paced with a stubborn and strong heroine, I couldn’t read this book fast enough!

Angel's Blood
Author: Nalini Singh
Published: March 3, 2009
Pages: 339

Stars: 5 out of 5

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Vampire hunter Elena Deveraux knows she is the best- but she does not know if even she is good enough for this job. Hired by the dangerously beautiful archangel Raphael, a being so lethal that no mortal wants his attention, Elena knows failure is not an option—even if the task is impossible.

Because this time, it’s not a wayward vamp she has to track. It’s an archangel gone bad.

The job will put Elena in the midst of a killing spree like no other—and pull her to the razor’s edge of passion. Even if the hunt does not destroy her, succumbing to Raphael’s seductive touch just might. For when archangels play, mortals break.

If you are like me and you base whether or not you read a book based on the cover, well I’m telling you now this book is the exception. The cover of this book just doesn’t do it any justice. This book is about power, strength, determination, and romance. I don’t know about you but I didn’t get any of that by looking at the cover of the book.

Anyway, this book starts out fast, so be ready! The author takes an interesting twist on angels and vampires. Archangels are actually the creators of vampires and our main character, Elena, is tasked to tracking down the ones that run away. You see being turned into a vampire comes at a cost. That cost is high and not everyone wants to pay the price. Those who don’t, run. Elena is one of the best hunters out there. But even her abilities are put to the test when archangel Raphael hires her to locate someone. Unfortunately, drawing Raphael’s attention and curiosity is the last thing she wants.

Elena’s character is awesome. She is tough, resilient, and doesn’t let anyone push her around. I think the thing that I like the most is how her character isn’t this far fetched hero. She is human with human flaws. She doesn’t have all the answers and she doesn’t always make the right choses. But she tries her best and she’s a good friend.   

To fully understand Raphael, I feel like I need to add context of what Angles represent. Nalini Singh took this idea of angels and added some dark and sinister elements. Angles in this world are out of touch with humanity, yet they are at the top of the hierarchy. They are carnal, sexual beings who are worshiped and adored but also feared. They have complete power over their realm. But power always comes at a cost. And Raphael sees just how big of a cost this is. Raphael is one of the most powerful among his kind. He is utterly ruthless and at times has no compassion for others. Raphael knows just how powerful he is and he isn’t afraid to use that power to get what he wants. He doesn’t follow human law, he follows a set of laws created by himself and the other Cadre, a group of ten archangels who rule over the world. Raphael is the kind of character that is both disturbing and sexy. He has this masculine appeal that draws you in and it is easy to forget exactly how dangerous he is.  Several times throughout the book he thought about killing Elena because her life, mortal life, has no value to him. Can you see why Elena doesn’t want to draw his attention?

But she does and her journey is not easy. Raphael is not easy to deal with but somehow she slips past his armor and what Raphael wants with Elena isn’t just a business relationship. While Elena turns him down at every advance, he becomes more determined to have her. The cat and mouse game Raphael and Elena play is fantastic! I am always a sucker for this kind of thing and this book is no exception.

The last 2/3rd of the book I was so entranced with the plot, I didn’t stop and take notes like I usually do. I was surprised with how vivid the murders were in this book. I felt like I could easily picture what was unfolding in the book. I found it easy to get invested in this story. I wanted to know more about Raphael and Elena’s relationship. If you love paranormal romance, strong characters with unlimited flirtations banter, you will enjoy this book. 


The Baller: A Down and Dirty Football Novel

This was a fantastic book, full of witty remarks and sexy dialogue banter. The chemistry between Brody and Delilah is addicting and I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. This is one of those books you don’t want to put down.

The Baller

Author: Vi Keeland
Published: January 18, 2016
Pages: 300

Stars: 5 out of 5

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The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room. It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster. The famed quarterback decided to bare all. And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets. No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera. The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me. When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me. But I don’t date players.  And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football. I’d date an athlete.  It’s the other kind of player I don’t date. You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.

Brody Easton was the ultimate player. Every woman wanted to be the one to change him. But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for. Turned out, I was that girl. Simple right? Let’s face it. It never is. There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after… And this one is ours.

Delilah has worked hard to get where she is. A sports journalist in a male dominated profession, to say she puts up with a lot is an understatement. A sexist jerk for a boss and a sports legend for a Dad, talking to cocky football players should be a breeze. But it is anything but when interviewing Brody.

Brody is an arrogant football player. He knows how exactly how good looking he is and isn’t afraid to use his ‘assets’ to his advantage. I thought with his unruly behavior and comments, I would start this book hating Brody’s character. But in fact, I’m already rooting for him after just reading two chapters. There is something about his confidence that is extremely entertaining and sexy to read. 

I LOVED the interactions between Brody and Delilah!! The verbal banter was exciting, full of innuendo and flirtation. At first I thought Brody and Delilah had similar backstories. And Although Delilah’s past is trying to stay behind her, I quickly realized Brody’s never quite ended. And the heartache of Brody’s past is so sad. Reading about Willow from his perspective, the reader gets the perfect image of young love. But the author takes it further by wrapping hope and second chances around it. And then to read what happens next, let’s say it really touched my heart. 

I wish I could give you more detail but I don’t want to give too much away. My recommendation is to read the book. The plot is funny, sexy, and a fun read. The author has a way with words and it doesn’t take much before you are sucked in. I’ve read a couple books by this author and she is quickly becoming one of my favorites. Check out the book, you are sure to laugh, smile, and read a sexy story that is difficult to put down. 

Paranormalcy (Paranormalcy, #1)


I’ll be honest, I knew right away I did not want to finish this book. You know when you start reading something and you realize fairly quickly that this book isn’t for you? Well that’s what happened. Except instead of putting the book down, I kept reading hoping I would see what other readers are raving about. I’ll let you in on a secret, I never saw it..

Author: Kiersten White
Published: August 31, 2010
Pages: 335

Stars: 1 out of 5

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Evie’s always thought of herself as a normal teenager, even though she works for the International Paranormal Containment Agency, her ex-boyfriend is a faerie, she’s falling for a shape-shifter, and she’s the only person who can see through paranormals’ glamours.

But Evie’s about to realize that she may very well be at the center of a dark faerie prophecy promising destruction to all paranormal creatures.

So much for normal.

Evie is a teenager who can see through glamour. She is young and has been raised as a human by the government. Since she was eight, she has had the same job – bag and tag Paranormals. Her life is a bit sad. She doesn’t have any friends, zero family, and hardly ever gets to go out in the real world. But as the story progresses, she slowly pieces information together and things get a little clearer. 

Then Evie meets Lend, a Paranormal she caught but will end up helping. He is her age and wears the glamour of other people instead of his true face. His true form is difficult to make out but needless to say, our lead heroine finds him attractive. Unfortunately she also has to deal with Reth, a faerie who is determined to have her. Being both good and bad, Reth gets his hands on Evie and she begins to change. Both Reth and Lend hold secrets, are mysterious, and attractive. But it’s easy to see which one she puts her trust in. 

The writing style and plot is geared towards a younger audience. I couldn’t say the plot was bad, it just didn’t hold my interest enough. Besides the plot was somewhat typical- clueless girl desperate to be apart of anything while trying to figure out some big secret. Yet refuses the help of those who are actually trying to help her because she is scared and irrational. Evie’s character comes across as the perfect teenager and I think that immaturity was what made this book difficult for me to enjoy. In the end, I never finished the book. I just couldn’t do it. But I honestly think if I was younger, I would enjoy this book more. So please keep that in mind when reading this review and choosing whether you want to read this book or not. But for now, this book will end up in my DNF Graveyard.


A year from Hell..

This has been a year from hell..


Lets take a walk in my year. Not even one month into 2017, I get in a devastating crash.


Almost one year later and I am still going through therapy, still suffering a concussion, and still not able to live the life I once had. Running is out of the question and that doesn’t seem to be changing anytime soon. I continue to have to wear prism glasses to trick my brain and eyes into working together. I am trying to come to terms with having to do a maintenance plan (a.k.a. eye exercises) for the rest of my life. And I continue to struggle concentrating while blocking out external stimuli. A car accident that wasn’t even my fault has caused devastating changes.

Diagnosed in September of 2016, my Father-In-Law continued to suffer from an aggressive form of brain cancer.


My Father-In-Law passed away in November. I miss him so much! He wasn’t perfect but he was a wonderful man.

My Step-Mother passed away Saturday, December 23… She was sick and the last couple years have been extremely difficult, especially on my day. But my heart is broken and I mourn per passing. I more the companion my dad lost. My Step-Mother has been apart of my dads, my life, for over 20 years. And even though I’ve known she was sick, I thought I had more time. At least time to say goodbye.


I talked to my Dad earlier this week and he told me he didn’t think Linda would make it to summer. And I thought – I really need to tell her how I feel, how I appreciate everything she’s done and who she is to my Dad. But that thought was quickly followed with not wanting to do it over the phone and this stupid idea that I had time. I would get through this week of work, get through Christmas and then I would drive down to see her and the rest of my family. I honestly thought I had time. I always forget we are not promised tomorrow. I should have called and talked to her.

These are only three examples of what has made this year horrible, but they are strong and carry so much pain. This has been a year from hell.. I honestly hate 2017. All this grief is overwhelming and heavy.

2018 can’t get here fast enough…


Author Spotlight – Tamara Sloan: Make It Count


This book was scheduled to release on October 10, 2017. This Young Adult book sounds just as enticing as the cover looks. I wish I could read this book. Until then, I leave it to my readers. Comment if you’ve read this book or want to!!


Published: October 10, 2017
Pages: 361

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He’s irresistible…but she’s the one person who knows his days are numbered

Casey’s touch can reveal the one thing a person would never want to know — the number of days they have left to live.

By the time Casey turns seventeen she’s learnt to withdraw. But the phobia she fakes in order to avoid human contact is sorely tested by hot, persistent, motorcycle riding PJ. For a girl who craves contact, maple eyed PJ is impossible to resist. When the inevitable happens, when hands, bodies and lips collide, Casey sees PJ’s number, one that can only be seen as a cruel twist of fate.

Now she must decide. Will she continue counting the days of her life, or start living a life that counts?

With the memorable writing and humor of writers such as Jandy Nelson’s I’ll Give You the Sun blended with the attitude, chemistry and unexpected plot twists of Katie McGarry’s best sellers, Make it Count is a romance that will leave you swooning and smiling.


A few steps down the path I slip the brownie from my sleeve. There’s no way I can wait to get out of the front yard before I taste this square of temptation. I should be sainted right alongside Ari’s grandson for not wolfing down the whole platter.

There’s a mega-sized tree in the front yard, so I head around it, lean back against its bark watching the brownie’s slow approach to my mouth, savouring the moment. I smell the chocolate, the sugar, the awesomeness. I bite down and my eyes flutter closed. Oh. My. Heaven-loving-tastebuds. Galaxies of spun sugar dissolve in my mouth, symphonies drowned out by the roaring in my ears. My body mirrors what’s happening in my mouth; I’m slowly, deliciously melting into a gooey, thick puddle.

The roaring stops.

“If you like my cooking, you’d love how I make breakfast.”

Everything stops. Every cell goes from puddly and quivery to upright and alert. I know that chocolately voice. I’ll never forget that warm, rich timbre.

I open one eye, then two.

PJ is sitting on his motorbike, helmet on his lap, that grin glinting in the sun. He hangs the helmet on a handlebar, swings a long denim leg over and swaggers towards me. And I mean a hip swaying, shoulder swinging swagger that evokes images of yellow-striped, denim-clad butts.

The moment he’s close enough for me to focus on his eyes the brownie turns to bread in my mouth. It could never compete with the symphonies and stars in those molten maple pools.

“They’re a family recipe.”

My brain clicks out of brownie-PJ heaven and into gear. Hang on a sec. I look over my shoulder at the door, the door that was just closed by a woman the colour of brown sugar. I look back to the very white, hot guy in front of me.


The moment PJ stops I take a step back, out of arm’s length, and out of smell’s reach. His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he notes my movement. He crosses his arm. “Yeah, family.”

I wait, but it seems someone else in this town took the course on stubborn silence. Instead he grins again. Man, I wish he’d stop doing that. Here, in the sun, it’s blinding. “I’m flattered.”

I raise a brow.

PJ shrugs, and somehow the movement seems to bring him a millimetre closer. Moving again would be rude and weirdo-whacky so I stay put, choosing to breathe through my mouth.

“It takes some effort to find out where a guy lives.”

My jaw slackens. Ego much?

“Hmmm.” I step to the side and head to his motorbike. “I’m glad you brought a second helmet.”

PJ turns and follows me, I step around the bike, using it as a barrier.

He places a hand on the leather seat. “You wanted to come for a ride?”

Eyes wide with mock shock connect with molten maple. “Don’t you need it for your ego?”

Instead of looking insulted, PJ grins. A wide, teeth-glinting, eye-wrinkling grin. “I think I might; it just got one heck of a hit.”

I cross my arms, glad I can do it safely this time thanks to my Personal Protective Equipment.

PJ brings one hand up to stroke his chin. “So you’re not here to see me.”

“Difficult to imagine, isn’t it?”

“What else would bring you here?”

Those delicious lips twitch. He knows exactly why I’m here. I’m not much of a blusher, but being here, for a therapy group for a phobia I don’t have, wearing the freaky lengths I have to go to avoid touch seems like a pretty good time to blush.

But I didn’t wear a balaclava, so instead, I own it. “I have ablutophobia.”

PJ’s eyes stray to my lips. “Well, it’s not a fear of brownies.”

I resist the urge to lick their suddenly dry surface. “Or the repeated use of pick-up lines.”

PJ chuckles, and it’s a sound that reminds me of crème brûlée, smooth and moreish. “Maybe it’s a phobia of stepping up to a challenge.”

That has me straightening. Everything in my impulsive but necessarily inhibited personality loves a challenge. PJ quirks a brow, and leans forward, placing both hands on the seat. The position pushes his shoulders forward, focuses my attention on those biceps. Mr. Sexy-Comes-Naturally is waiting for me to pick up the gauntlet.

Sensations and sights sharpen. Those molten maple pools watching me. The heat pressing against my body. Those Adonis lips parting on an inhale. The bead of sweat raking down my spine.

I lean forward, and my eyes widen the moment my next sense registers something. A scent, the kind of scent that has your head tilting reflexively, your mouth opening just a touch to see if it will land on your tongue.

I don’t know what amber smells like, but I think this could be it. Woodsy, spicy…tempting…moreish. It’s the kind of smell that makes you wish you could spend more time breathing in than out. One hand reaches out to the red plastic fender rising from the back of the bike. The moment woven cotton presses into my fingertips, rather than smooth plastic warmed by the sun, I stop. It’s all I need to return me to reality.

I take a step back, having to mentally force my nose to follow. PJ was never meant get close enough to smell, because exactly what I thought would happen just happened.

He smells as good as he looks, and I don’t need any more temptation to fight.

I take another step back. “You’ve got the wrong girl, PJ.”

PJ exhales, possibly because of the pent-up tension, but probably out of frustration. “It seems we have one thing in common, Casey.”

With another step back I decide it’s safe to ask. “What’s that?”

PJ straightens, his eyes twinkling. “We both love a challenge.”

I start to walk backwards, shaking my head. “The difference is I can pick a lost cause.”

I turn and start creating even more distance between us. I walk away from hot, sexy, available maple, knowing this is what I need to do. Telling PJ, with everything I can, he’s wasting his time.

“See you at mini motos.”

I keep walking. The tenacity is admirable and flattering, but wasted. “I’m not going.” I call over my shoulder.

“Don’t forget to bring your little brother.”

I shake my head, glad PJ can see that and not my smile. Sure, I love to look, I like the flirting, and I’d love to be someone that could go there.

But PJ is the last person I plan on touching.

A school psychologist by day, Tamar channels her passion for books into creating young adult stories about discovering life and love beyond our comfort zones. She is the award-winning author of the Prime Prophecy and Touched by Love Series. Tamar is also the author of PsychWriter: where psychology meets writing, a blog that supports and extends writers.

When not reading, writing or working with teens, Tamar can be found with her ever-patient husband and two beautiful sons enjoying country life on their small acreage in the Australian bush.

Tamar finds it deeply rewarding to share her stories and she loves to hear from her readers and fellow lovers of all things book related.

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Daughter of Smoke & Bone (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #1)

There are a lot of good reviews for this book, so I don’t plan to go into too many details. I recommend reading the book but I’m still up in the air about the series.

Daughter of smoke and bone
Author: Laini Taylor
Published: September 27, 2011
Pages: 422

Stars: 3.5 of 5

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Around the world, black hand prints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky. In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages – not all of them human – and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

When beautiful, haunted Akiva fixes fiery eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

It took me a bit before I figured out what was happening in the book. And then it took me till I was half way through before I truly understood. Karou is strong, compassionate, and cares deeply, but has no idea who she is. And when faced with love or finding out her identity and saving her family- is there any question on what she will choose…

Akiva knows only death and war. A long time ago he lost the one person he loved, Madrigal. And recently he meets someone who is no closer than a stranger yet as familiar as Madrigal. What will Akiva do when faced with a second chance, will he choose an old love or family?

I thought the characters were creative and the plot was familiar yet unique. I really enjoyed Brimstone’s character. The plot surrounds themes such as oppression and forbidden love. And so much pain.  

I didn’t really like how the story kept going from present to past without much if any transition. And at times, I felt like the plot dragged or I was reading information that didn’t add anything to the plot. Overall, I enjoyed the book enough to want to read the second. 

Life, Survival, and Death

Hi, it’s me. It has been a while since I have been able to get on here. Most of that is because my heart has been broken and life just never seems to slow down.

For those who don’t know, I was in a bad car accident at the end of January 2017. If you haven’t ready the post – Surviving the Accident – check it out. I’m still recovering and thankful that I am continuing to get better. Since the last time I’ve check in, I have fired my previous vision therapist and hired one who believes I can still get better.

I struggle to fit in all my therapy appointments while working full time and raising two active boys. But I’m doing the best I can.

Life in my family has changed and I am still processing how that looks. Cancer is such an ugly thing. Check out my first post, Life Interrupted, The Family Battle with Cancer., to see the beginning. But my father-in-law passed away a month ago from today. I still don’t have the right words to say and I don’t even know what to say. But my heart is broken and I miss him so much! My family and I have been grieving and trying to get back to life as it is now.

Please understand and be patient during this time. The holidays have been so difficult, everything has been difficult. Finding the time and energy to get on my blog has been near impossible.