Cover designer: Sprinkles on Top Studios
Genre: Contemporary romance
Published: March 3, 201
Content warning: Some adult language/situations
Genre: Contemporary romance
Published: March 3, 201
Content warning: Some adult language/situations
Title: READY TO LOVE AGAIN (The Sweet Romance Series Book #2)
Author: Keren Hughes
Publication Date: 14 April 2015
For Alyssa Young, life has never been easy. But the hardest thing of all was two years ago when her husband Ethan committed suicide…
Moving town was her only option, she had to get out of the town where she grew up and all the buildings and people reminded her of what she had lost.
She found a new job at Emerging Butterfly Publishing House and that was where she met editor, Chase Williams. Although she has no romantic interest in him, he pursues her…
Of course he’s good looking. He’s also smart, funny, and she loves spending time with him. But Alyssa can’t put the past to rest.
He wants Alyssa to open up to him and fall in love with him the way he fell for her the moment he met her.
Can Chase convince Alyssa that the time is right and she’s ready to love again?
Keren lives in the UK and is an avid bookworm. She fondly remembers the days where she would lie in her bedroom away from distraction and get lost in the world of make believe. Her first real memory of reading something she fell in love with was The Hobbit. In her teenage years, she became addicted to Point Horror books like RL Stine’s The Boyfriend, but she also enjoyed light Summer reads like What Katy Did and What Katy Did Next.
Over the years she has come to realise that she is a bit of an OCD freak about books. They have to be in perfect condition without the slightest bit of damage.
She has been a book reviewer for the last few years and a book hoarder for a LOT longer. You can NEVER have too many books! Her shelves are bulging and overflowing but she always wants “just one more book”.
Keren had her first book published by Limitless Publishing in November 2013. It’s a YA Paranormal Romance novel called Stolen. Her second book was published with LP in May 2014. This time, an NA Contemporary Romance called Nothing Like The First Time.
She couldn’t have been more surprised when NLTFT appeared on the Amazon Best Seller list. That was a dream come true.
Keren is currently working on more NA Contemporary Romances for you to fall in love with.
Keren loves hearing from her readers.
You can reach her by email at email@example.com
Buy Links for Nothing Like The First Time (The Sweet Romance Series Book #1)
Society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue, in the attempt to form a ‘perfect society’. On her Choosing Day, Beatrice Prior renames herself Tris, rejects her family’s Abnegation group, and chooses another faction.
I HAVE DONE BAD THINGS.
Tris has survived a brutal attack on her former home and family. But she has paid a terrible price. Wracked by grief and guilt, she becomes ever more reckless as she struggles to accept her new future.
Yet if Tris wants to uncover the truth about her world, she must be stronger than ever… because more shocking choices and sacrifices lie ahead
The faction-based society that Tris Prior once believed in is shattered—fractured by violence and power struggles and scarred by loss and betrayal. So when offered a chance to explore the world past the limits she’s known, Tris is ready. Perhaps beyond the fence, she and Tobias will find a simple new life together, free from complicated lies, tangled loyalties, and painful memories.
But Tris’s new reality is even more alarming than the one she left behind. Old discoveries are quickly rendered meaningless. Explosive new truths change the hearts of those she loves. And once again, Tris must battle to comprehend the complexities of human nature—and of herself—while facing impossible choices about courage, allegiance, sacrifice, and love.
Told from a riveting dual perspective, Allegiant, by #1 New York Times best-selling author Veronica Roth, brings the Divergent series to a powerful conclusion while revealing the secrets of the dystopian world that has captivated millions of readers in Divergent and Insurgent.
I decided to review these books as a series rather than individually because I read them so close together. Plus, I didn’t want to stop, I needed to know how this series would end.
I’ve been meaning to read this series for ages, but I kept putting it off. Until I sat and watched the film. As soon as the end credits rolled, i bought the first book on Kindle and began reading. I like a well written YA Dystopia. I devoured The Hunger Games in a few days. Since then, I haven’t really found a dystopian series to grab me in the same way – The Maze Runner was ok, but not brilliant, in my mind.
Then I started Divergent.
I won’t go into all the factions and what they represent in society, that’s explained better than I ever could in the book, but throughout, I kept thinking that it was entirely plausible. A good dystopian makes the reader think “what if?” or “What would I do in that situation?”, and like The Hunger Games, Divergent did just that. Although, as much as I loved The Hunger Games, I think I preferred Divergent because the characters are limited into one city rather than spread across an entire country. The fence and their education encourages them not to leave. Fear is instilled into every person in all factions.
I think the main draw of this book is Tris. She’s meek, mild, and unsure of who she is. Thanks to the 1st person POV, we as readers, alongside Tris, learn about the world she lives in. We grow with her as she moves through her Dauntless training, gets stronger, finds loves, and realises there’s more to the city she calls home, than anyone ever realised.
That’s not to say she is the prefect character. Far from it. She makes stupid choices, sometimes for the right reasons, but most of the time her emotions lead her.
Then there is Four. A Dauntless instructor.
He keeps himself to himself, yet is drawn to Tris. He helps her when she becomes that little bit too cocky or reckless. He is not your typical swoonworthy book boyfriend, but there is something about him that draw us, the reader, and Tris to him.
A solid start, with excellent world building, Roth has created believeable characters such as Will, Christina, Al, Peter, and the others who we relate to, love, hate, and laugh with. They live in a world that could quite possibly be in our future, one we hope would never come to pass. The serums and the simulations that the Dauntless initiates face are absolutely fascinating.
The moment I finished the last page, I picked up the second book.
Starting pretty much where Divergent left off, the second book follows Tris, Four and their companions head out to speak to the other factions about what they have learned. Their first stop is Amity, yet they aren’t welcomed with complete open arms and acceptance. Throughout their time in Amity, and after they leave, we learn more about the history of the factions and how they were implimented to keep the peace.
Four’s father has more of a role in this book, and he is definitely a character with secrets. I think, in this book, he is the reason the readers turn the pages. We want to find out what he knows.
I have to admit, both Tris and Four/Tobias irritated me in places during the story. They made choices throughout the book that felt completely out of character for them, and in places felt as if it were just to move the story forwards, but after a couple of chapters, they made more sense. This created more tension for the couple, but it was realistic. How can a couple survive if they are either keeping secrets from one another or don’t trust each other fully?
As the story moves on further and further, the action ramps up further and further, particularly once Tris makes a choice that puts her in the direct line of fire. From this moment, I couldn’t put the book down.
There are quite a few moments in Insurgent that made me gasp, like the emergence of the truth about Jeanine and what she is trying to accomplish with the serums and how she wants to control the factions. The twist at the end, segues perfectly into the third, and final, book of the series. Yet, again, Tris makes a choice that is out of character and completely blew me away.
I felt that this book, more than Divergent, was a lot more visual and descriptive. I have never been to Chicago, having only seen pictures of a bustling and vibrant city, but Roth’s Chicago is completely different. Through her words, I can see it’s is run down, the streets are in ruin, with greenery growing anywhere it wants and can. Transporation is virtually non existent yet electricity and technology has continued to move forward. The world she has created is at odds with itself, and that is no hard to imagine as you read.
I have, since starting the series 3 days ago, good and bad things about this book. Some felt it wasn’t the best completion to the series, while others believe it to be perfect. I refused to read any reviews, not only to avoid spoilers, but also to keep an open mind. I’m glad I did. For me, Allegiant was the ONLY way the series could have ended.
When reading the first two books, it’s hard to remember that the main characters are between 16 and 18 years old. Yes, they may have adults with them, supposedly in charge, but in reality, Tris, Four, and their friends are the ones calling the shots, particularly after the shock announcement at the end of book 2. Up until this book, we have only followed Tris, and her POV, but in Allegiant, the story is split between both Tris and Tobias. While their voices are very similar, and in places not very distinct from each other, I never got confused between them. I was, however, confused as to why Roth did this only for the final book, but that becomes extremely clear by the end of the book. *Tissue Warning*
Taking us out of Chicago, even more secrets about Divergents and the factions are revealed. The mysterious ‘Bureau’ is the main setting to this book, naturally suspicious, Tris isn’t quick to trust. I found this book had more of a “Nature Vs Nurture”, with the bureau leaning towards nature causing problems. The research they have done into genetics harms or hurts a lot of people, and puts a twist on the whole “hunt divergents” that these people have been taught before.
Tobias and Tris are given this information, and react to it differently, giving us a mature and quite powerful story. The characters we have come to know and love (or hate in some cases), work their way through many problems, not all caused by the impeding war. At times, I felt as if I wanted to slap both of the main characters, but seeing the story from both sides opened my mind as to why they act the way they do.
While Tris continues on her path to protect as many people as possible, as is how she has een throughout, Tobias is faced with a personal issue that plagues him. He has always been focussed, strong and Dauntless. But now, he’s not sure what he is. His Abegnation tendancies seem to show much more in this book, but this proves him to be resilient. He takes his “deficiency”, couples it with all of his experiences, both as Abegnation and as Dauntless and uses them to his advantage, to do the right thing.
Then Tris… her decisions up until now sometimes confused me, but this time. No, this time it was the perfect choice she could make, the only choice she could make.
While the dystopian elemnts of this series serves almost as a warning. No one person should control an entire city/country/whatever, the love and friendship elements to this series is mainly about acceptance, love, and sacrifice. It’s about how people grow in a short space of time when faced with something seemingly beyond their control.
This is one of the reasons I love YA. Tell us a love story, or a story about ‘finding ourselves’ and package it up with a lesson. That lesson may be immediate, or it may not. But, it is wise to heed it.
Definitely a series I will reread multiple times.
My name is Laken Thompson, and I have come up with an idea that is too good to surpass. Being a twenty five year old that just graduated college and has accrued an insane amount of debt it’s the best thing I can think of. I am auctioning off the most precious thing I have. My virginity. What I wasn’t planning on was the man that changed everything. Asher Braxton, the epitome of stunning. The man that has everything, except for me. I’ve run for months from the devilishly handsome man stalking me like some prey. Just when I thought I evaded his advances his voice is the one I hear to make a bid. On shaky legs I pray that someone will outbid him, but the thought in my head is… I’m playing with fire and this time I hope I don’t get burned.
PRESENTS. . .
by Suzanne Carroll
New Cover Reveal/Re-Release Date: February 26 , 2015
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary / Contemporary Women
ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-136-8
In six weeks, Zoe Harper will marry Dan Costi in an over-the-top Sydney society wedding, complete with fire-eaters and belly dancers. But when she receives an unexpected gift from her future mother-in-law, Zoe realises she’s making a huge mistake. In a blazing sidewalk argument, she breaks up with her fiancé—and his mother, who has joined the fight via conference call.
Following the advice of friends and co-workers, along with some inspiration from late-night-television self-help guru Dr. Pam, Zoe sets out to find the life she thinks she should be living. Always a planner, she makes a list of goals: travel, career, tattoos, and no romantic entanglements. It’s all carefully laid out, until she meets Angus Creed.
Angus is supposed to lead the opening waltz at a charity ball in New York City. Only problem is the handsome billionaire construction magnate with the tabloid past can’t dance. Not one step.
Tainted by gossip and with a well-publicised failed engagement behind him, Angus has become a master at keeping an emotional distance. Until he meets Zoe.
What starts as dancing lessons slowly becomes something more. Angus begins to let down his guard and open his heart, even when his past makes an unexpected and unwelcome return. As Zoe discovers the real man behind the headlines, she questions where her new choices are taking her. Her goals look good on paper, but are they what she really wants? And by the time she realizes where her heart lies, will it be too late?
Guitar music starts filtering through just as I’m drifting back to sleep. It’s a lovely sound, soft and gentle. It rises and falls so evenly, almost in time with my breathing, and I could listen to it forever. Except, I’m supposed to be alone in this cabin, so that means there shouldn’t be guitar music.
My eyes snap open.
Did I leave a radio on? Is there even a radio here? What if it’s an axe murderer? Are they usually musical?
The music keeps playing as I climb slowly out of bed and, thankfully, the room doesn’t spin quite so much this time. The door is open a crack, and when I peek into the living room, my hangover evaporates and my heart starts crashing against my ribs.
There is a man sitting on the sofa.
Who the fuck is he? And what did I do last night? My stomach drops to my toes.
Whoever he is, he’s made himself at home. His bare feet are resting on the edge of the coffee table. There’s a blanket thrown over the arm of the sofa. Across his lap he holds a guitar. He’s frowning, lips pursed slightly, as he studies the movement of his long fingers over the strings. His body moves subtly in time with his music. The muscles in his forearm roll and flex as he plays.
Despite the shock of finding him here, I’m struck by the beauty of his pose. The way he holds the guitar is almost tender. His face is so intent, he’s so absorbed in what he’s doing. And what he’s doing is beautiful. The music is so rich and sweet.
His hair is dark and tousled, and it hangs over his forehead and into his eyes. I would guess he’s about my age, perhaps a little older.
He doesn’t look like an axe murderer. Maybe this is some ridiculous mix up with reservations. Should I confront him? Or climb out the bedroom window and run for help? As I’m considering my options, he looks up.
“Hello,” he says. “You’re awake.” He offers me a smile that’s warm and wary, but it’s his eyes that really have my attention. He has beautiful eyes. Long-lashed and dark brown. He blinks slowly, almost lazily. My unease begins to fade.
I find myself being drawn into the room – one tentative step, then another. Those eyes stay on me, gauging my reaction.
“I’m not sure how much you recall,” he says. His voice is warm and mellow. “Should I introduce myself again?”
“That would be a good idea, yes.” Despite a wildly beating heart, my voice is surprisingly calm. Calmer than the voice in my head, the one yelling at me to move away from the stranger who has appeared uninvited in my cabin. Away. Not closer.
Guitar Man unfolds himself from the sofa. He’s tall. Much taller than he appeared when he was sitting. He smiles and offers me his hand.
“Hello,” he says again. “I’m Angus Creed.”
It could be the shock of what Guitar Man has said, or it could be the hangover, but suddenly my head is spinning again and the floor is coming up to meet me.
I’m suddenly weightless as he scoops me into his arms and eases me onto the sofa. He crouches on the floor in front of me as I sag into the corner cushions and I stare into those dark, guarded eyes with the long lashes. This is Angus Creed?
What the fuck is he doing here? I’m guessing the holiday brochure on Susan’s desk wasn’t for her, after all.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I start to nod but stop quickly, wincing.
“Um…a bit.” It’s an effort to think straight and I close my eyes, but when I feel his hand on my forehead they snap open again.
This is surreal. I should be asking him to leave, not gazing into his eyes as he strokes his fingers over my forehead.
There’s a roughness to his skin, no doubt from those years spent as a builder, not a businessman. But even so, his touch is gentle and soothing, like his music. A delicious sense of warmth flows through me.
The pounding in my head begins to ease. I sink deeper into the sofa and might never get up again. But my mouth is dry and I run my tongue over my lips.
I wrestle myself into a sitting position and catch my reflection in the glass doors. My hair is flat. That means I must have worn my beanie at some stage. But when? Not in front of him, I hope.
I turn my head and see he’s walking across the room to me, his bare feet moving silently over the timber floor. He holds out the glass and I nod at the blanket tossed over the armrest. “You were here all night?”
“You asked me to stay.”
Shit. Mr One Night Stand. What have I done? The horror must show on my face.
“No,” he shakes his head, “not like that.”
And of course his response means he knows exactly where my mind has gone. Quick. Backtrack.
“Oh. Good. I mean…not that I thought…you and me, that we…”
Oh, what am I saying? And why is he looking like that, listening so intently? Just shut up, Zoe. Shut up and drink the water.
But it’s too late. The image is in my head now. It’s probably in his head too. At least I look fabulous and acrobatic in my version of events. I wonder if I’m hungover with flat hair in his.
Guitar Man…Angus…Mr Creed…stays still by the fireplace. He watches me and I watch him. There’s the faint shadow of a bruise on the cheekbone under his left eye.
When I’ve had enough to drink, I set the glass on the coffee table. “Thank you,” I murmur.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Better after the water. I needed that.” It’s true, my head is a bit clearer but the events of last night still elude me. I need him to explain exactly what happened. I also need to find out what I’ve told him. Did I tell him my name? Does he know I work for his company? That I’m the Zoe Harper who sent his reports off yesterday morning? I don’t think so, because I’m quite certain he wouldn’t be here, like this.
My heart pounds. I’m not sure how to play this, but I find myself wishing he’d stroke my forehead again.
Suzanne lives in Sydney with her husband and children. By day she works in an office where she sneakily scribbles plot ideas on yellow sticky notes and hopes they don’t accidentally end up on the departmental monthly report.
One such sticky note has turned into her first novel, Over the Edge.
“What do you do the rest of the week?”
“I’m a good girl. I go to bed early.”
My heart sped at that question. It was loaded, obviously, but the way he put it out there so soon seemed genuine.
“Alone with my thoughts.”
“Alone with your thoughts,” he repeated, slowly nodding his head. “You use your right or your left hand for that?”
I coughed out a laugh. Dirty boy. “You seem very interested in my bedroom habits, Mr Cartwright. There are some things a girl likes to keep secret.”
“I bet you use your left hand,” he carried on, as if I hadn’t spoken. His voice lowered, so I had to step forward to hear him.
The next time he spoke I felt his breath tickling at my ear. “I’d pay good money to see you alone with your thoughts.”
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