Waking Olivia Review, Quotes and Excerption by Elizabeth O' Roark

"That girl isn't just trouble of the not-a-team-player, 

not-a-reliable-runner variety.
She's trouble of the devious, 

manipulative, too-f***ing-hot-for-her-own good variety. 

She's the kind of girl who causes trouble merely by existing, 

and then makes sure to cause more."

That girl is no other than Olivia Finnegan. A runner, a transfer from UT. 

"They are all looking at him like he's 

Prince Charming and Christian Grey rolled into one. 

He could pull down his pants right now and 

half of them would drop to their kneels."

He is no other than Will Langstorm. Coach of women's cross country team.

So, there's something off with Olivia. The past that is a mystery.

:Olivia is her own worst enemy, with a past she can’t seem to escape, and the last person she wants help from is a cocky track coach she can never seem to please.

 So they can't stand each other. Denial at its best.

Now that I am watching from a distance, I'll admit that he's ridiculously hot. Just his stride is sexy. His tousled brown hair, the hollows under his cheekbones, the upper lip. He’s cocky and it only makes him more appealing. I sort of hate us both for that fact.
He grins. "Morning, ladies.”
"Morning, Coach," they sing in unison. I remain silent. They're all looking at him like he's Prince Charming and Christian Grey rolled into one. He could pull down his pants right now and half of them would drop to their knees. No wonder he's such a dick.

It's really funny how Olivia hates Will and attracted to him neverthelast XD
At least they got one common ground, hating each other's guts and attracted to each other

“That girl.
I’m still kind of smiling when she leaves. When I realize this, I wipe it clean from my face. I cannot allow myself to get sucked in by Olivia Finnegan. She’s already got half the men at this school watching her every move like she’s a wet dream come to life. I refuse to join her cheering section.”

But Will has a girlfriend. 
(is it spoiler? sorry guys)

So, it's kind of forbidden love story and so my kind of book. It is good. Fun. Exciting. Sad. Not to heartbreaking extent but I think maybe a little? My heart breaks a little when.... (it's real spoiler) so, just go read it guys.

It'd just be a little over a year. You could ask me to wait. you could ask me right now and I'd do it. Gladly. But you're not going to, are you?

That's why we're perfect together. You never speak and I never shut up. You're so lucky you found me.

Breaking Her (Love is War #2) Quotes, Excerption and Review by R.K Lilley

Betrayal. 

True Love.
All reveals in Breaking Her

SO it turns out Dante didn't break up with her because he wants to. END.
I will zip my mouth, tie my hands (to stop writing about how, why, what) lol.

There's only one moment I found a waste.
Anton : Hollywood good-looking, versatile, ever changing but polished to gleaming, with perfect teeth, handsome features, and total control over every muscle in his face.
And Demi.
I thought there will be something about Demi and Anton in the second book... something something.

But I quite not impressed with book 2.

BASTIAN.
Ok, I might give away some spoilers but a little spoiler never hurt anyone right?

Bastian... we all have our doubts that Bastian might have feelings for Scarlett but this thing he did for Scarlett is ridiculous and total outrageous. :/

DANTE

“We both know this too well.  There have been times where I was so angry with you that I didn't think I ever wanted to set eyes on you again."
He continued.  "I can be manipulative, and I know I've done some things you don't agree with, things you don't understand.  Things that sorry does not, and will not, cover.  I know that at times your faith in me has been lost.”
“But search your heart, angel, and tell me, and yourself, if you believe that any of my actions, no matter how messed up, or misguided, no matter how unforgivable they may have been . . . Ask yourself, do you truly believe that any of the things I did weren't for you?  We can disagree on my methods, but do you have any doubts that what I did, I did to protect you?”

He got my heart with this. This is just so beautiful. He might be messed up, misguided and unforgivable, it's all for her. All for his one true love of life. /canIhaveonelikehim/iknowicant/thereisonlyonelikeDante/sob/sobs/

There is nothing to say further about Breaking Her. Because as soon as you're done with the first book, you are compelled to read the second and you will know.
The story of true love, friends, betrayal and ruins.
We will see the brilliant quotes now, shall we?

Love changes you. No matter how strong you are, it makes you stronger. No matter how weak you are, it makes you weaker. No matter how hard you are to conquer, it will bring you to your knees.

I’m tired of hating you … When all my heart has ever needed is to love you.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. - Robert Frost

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire. - Charles Bukowski

Whatever, I give up. Men were from Mars, and Mars was stupid.

The Law of MOSES Quotes, Excerption and Review by Amy Harmon

The title gives away everything. It's all about Moses.

Moses was messed up. Moses was a law unto himself. But he was also strange and exotic and beautiful.

Moses is an artist who is gifted. He is so gifted in painting and drawing that it controls him. Society, around him, can’t accept his gift because they don't understand it. His gift freaks people out.

In small town, Moses was a out-cast. No one wants anything to do with him. But, Georgia, she can't just stay away. She wished she should have listened to her mother about Moses. She is so kind, she love Moses, she fights for Moses. She fights for her love but the circumstances she faced, the situation she was in, there was nothing she could do.

Get ready for devastation, pain and tears you are about to face. Moses and Georgia, the two people that are about to break your heart and make you want to embrace them and keep them closed to your heart.

“Moses?” 
There it was again. I turned, drawing my arm up to block out the light from the flashlight being leveled at me and find the voice on the other side.
“Georgia?” 
What the hell was she doing out at one a.m. on a school night? 
My mental monologue sounded like a parent and I stopped myself immediately. It was none of my business what she was doing, just like it wasn’t any of her business what I was doing.
It was like I’d spoken out loud, because she immediately asked:
“What are you doing?” 
Georgia sounded like a parent too, and I didn’t answer her, as usual.
I struggled to my feet, wincing even as I realized there was something sticking out of my leg. Glass. 
There was a long shard of glass embedded in my knee where it had connected with the concrete.
“Why do you do that?” Her voice was sad. Not accusing. Not freaked out or wary. Just sad, like she didn’t understand me and wanted to. 
“Why do you paint all over everyone’s property?”
“It’s public property. Nobody cares.” It was a stupid thing to say, but I couldn’t explain it to her. Just like I couldn’t explain it to anyone. So I wouldn’t.
“Charlotte Butters cared. Ms. Murray sure as hell cared.”
“So you’re just out tonight, keeping the community safe from paint?” I asked.

Those aren't some special encounter. Just some simple conversation between Moses and Georgia but, somehow it is special to them. 
The story itself is simple but unique.
I don't want to add excerption for this story, just go and enjoy the book. 
But Quotes are a must so...

Any time you start feeling sorry for yourself or you go into a rant about how bad life sucks, you immediately have to name five greats.

He was like water—cold, deep, unpredictable, and, like the pond up the canyon, dangerous, because you could never see what was beneath the surface. And just like I’d done all my life, I jumped in head first, even though I’d been forbidden. But this time, I drowned.

If you don’t love, then nobody gets hurt. It’s easy to leave. It’s easy to lose. It’s easy to let go.

There are laws. There are rules. And when you break them, there are consequences. Laws of nature and laws of life. Laws of love and laws of death.

“Do you think she knows how much I love her?"

"You gave her flowers and said you were sorry."

"I did."

"You kissed her."

I could only nod.

"You painted her pictures and hugged her when she cried."

"Yeah," I whispered.

"You laughed with her too."

I nodded again.

"Those are all the ways to say I love you.”

The Life Intended Review and Quotes by Kristin Harmel

The ending of "The Life Intended" got me. It is going mysterious, slow and I am very impatient. BUT when I got a hang of this flow, things got better.
I don't understand Kate. She's not from my era. If... If I met her, I think I would hate her. But I can sympathize with her.

So, the story starts with a surprise. I won't say what, it would ruin the fun. Just know there will be three guys involved. Patrick, Dan and Andrew.
She's married (happily) with Patrick.
Then, let's see the excerption below.

I twist my engagement ring on my finger as I wait for Dan to finish his food, and I’m hit with a new wave of shame. 
I never should have said yes to him, never should have taken the ring. Misgivings were already rumbling in the pit of my belly, but I had grown accustomed to ignoring them, since I thought there was no real pressure to make up my mind.
In fact, I realize as Dan chews, maybe I never should have gotten serious with him in the first place. The first time I met Patrick, there was an instant spark between us, a glimmer of something that seemed to grow brighter and brighter the longer we talked. I felt butterflies and tingles and all the things you read about in bad romance novels.
There were nerves, of course, which perhaps I mistook for something else. But most of all, there were whispers of logic.”

Why is she engaged with Dan again?

“I find Andrew waiting for me outside St. Anne’s, which is housed in a converted midcentury church on a busy street corner in Astoria. He’s sitting on the front steps, and he stands when he sees me approaching.
“You found the place,” he says, brushing the dirt off his faded jeans and grinning at me as he comes down the front walkway. We shake hands, which feels too formal, then he gives me an awkward hug.
I smile. “I guess I’m overdressed, huh?” He’s in a vintage-looking Batman T-shirt, while I’m still wearing a silk blouse, pencil skirt, and kitten heels from a day at the office.
“Not at all,” he says. “This is just comfortable, for when I need to get down and play with the kids—or fix stuff around the foster houses. I’m known far and wide as the man who can work magic with a screwdriver and a drill.”
“And here I’m just the woman who thinks she can change lives with a guitar and a pair of maracas,” I say with a wink, tipping my big canvas bag so that he can see the small collection of instruments I have inside.”
“Well, I guess we make a pretty good pair then,” he says. He takes my bag off my shoulder, and when I start to protest, he just gives me a look. “I may be dressed like a five-year-old, but I’m still a gentleman. I’m carrying your bag for you.”
“Just don’t try to take my guitar, or I’ll have to hurt you,” I shoot back with a smile.
“Ooh, a fictional violent streak. Edgy.”

So, she seemed to be a little too friendly with Andrew too.
But obviously Dan is out of picture, concerning romancing issues. But she ain't no little girl. She is like 40? I am not sure about her age but she's no blooming flower. So, her decisions about Dan or Patrick or Andrew will not be like normal romance relationship. Life will be involved. Judgement will be involved. A lot of things not related with love will be involved.
This is heart-touching.
With Hannah becoming the issue (oops spoiler alert)
Sorry, let's continue with the praising...

The ending is beautiful, so not heart-breaking obviously. And along the way with the book, I was just hoping she will make the right decisions about her life decisions.

Quote time yay!

I loved him deeply, but I never really knew that every second we had together was a gift until he was gone.

It reminds me suddenly that in real life, Patrick and I used to fight sometimes, big and messy...And I hadn't been scared to argue with him, because I'd never feared him walking away.
So why am I so scared to fight with Dan now? Or with anyone in my life, for that matter? I've spend the last decade thinking of myself as even-tempered and reasonable. But what if I've just been a chicken? What if I'm so terrified of losing the people I love that I've been slowly giving away pieces of myself just to avoid confrontation?

So you can't compare the present with the past, not really, because you're a different person than you were. You have to look forward to the things you want, not back at the things you once had.

One Last Lie Reviews and Excerption by ROB KAUFMAN

I cursed like a billion times while reading thissssss booooook. Oh yeah, warning tho, this book is M/M Romance (YAOI/GAY). 

It was supposed to be... I dunno what I expect but this? This exceeds every expectation I had after seeing the cover or the summary. I am a big fan of M/M Romance and also a big fan of thriller/mystery. So it's not strange that this book is on the top of my TBR list.

So, there's this Jonathan, Philip and Angela. So, Jon and Philip wanted to have a child together and they need a womb. Philip and Angela are like friends from college so... Angela happened to be the womb they are looking for.
Philip thought that the womb from his friend is better than that of some strangers. That's when they're wrong.

“Jonathan walked toward Philip, who met him in the middle of the room. “So we’ve made a decision?”
Philip touched his hand. “Yes, Remi on Fifty Third.”
“No, Dumbo. I meant about having a child.”
“I know what you meant. And yes, we’ve definitely made a decision. At least a phase one decision.”
“Let’s hope it’s the right one.” Jonathan said, getting up to look out the window again. The grayness of the clouds had darkened and wind currents blew strands of black vapor across the sky. “If I were superstitious, I’d say these clouds are telling us something.”
He felt the warmth of Philip’s hand on the back of his neck. “You’re not superstitious, you’re paranoid.” Philip laughed.
“Is there a difference?” asked Jonathan.”
“You tell me,” Philip quipped.
Jonathan shrugged his shoulders, wishing he knew the answer.

Jonathan is... he knew something is up. He knew something is wrong. But Angela is so nice. At first, anyway. Things got messed up.
What I liked about this book is, the writing. It makes me not stop reading, keep the curiosity up.

Angela remained motionless behind the glass storm door, even after Philip walked up the steps and reached the door. From inside the car, Jonathan watched Philip’s head and arms moving and felt his muffled voice vibrate against the car window. Still inside the car, he opened the door slightly to hear the conversation.
“But I’ve been waiting for you for over an hour, Philip. You promised you’d be here.” Angela sounded like a spoiled child who didn’t get the bicycle she wanted for Christmas.”
“I know, Angie. I’m sorry. Like I said, we got held up at the house with all the snow and everything. Cut us a break, okay?”
Jonathan listened carefully. There was no response from Angela and he knew he had to help Philip appease her. Hormones, my ass. She’s nuts. He jumped out of the SUV and slammed the door behind him, hoping coffee and donuts would help bring her back to earth.

Angela start making troubles. Then, regrets started.

I just want to say: This is not just some erotica gay novels. It's something deep. Something thrilling. And if you hadn't read that book, you should and it will make you understand the sentence "Don't trust everyone except yourself." 

It Ends With Us Review, Quotes and Excerption by Colleen Hoover

It's no secret that I am the biggest fan of CoHo. I read each and every one of her novels.
But as soon as I started reading It Ends With Us, I knew this book is not gonna be one of my favorites.
I really had never thought that would happen. But yeah, that happens.
REALLY NEVER WITH COLEEN HOOVER, she's like a goddess to me. I am so frustrated and so disappointed at first few chapters. Then, the plot revealed more.
Here comes the part I stopped complaining of whatever comments I was having. (When Lily met Atlas again/kyaaaaaa/Iamsorrythisisspoiler)

This book is great.
She opened her heart out to write this one. I have to give her this one. How things turned out, is very amusing.

This is the story of Lily, Atlas and Ryle.
Ryle - Neurosurgeon, career oriented, playboy, rich.
Atlas - The homeless boy who Lily used to know in childhood. Her very first love.
Lily - complicated.

Yeah ~ Lily is complicated. She said Atlas is very important and he's the reason why she's in Boston. Then, she got attracted to Ryle pretty fast. That's just my exterior judgement. She's jobless but her father just died. She hated (strongly dislike) her abusive father.
There's nothing to boast about this book. This book is not about plots, pretty words nor the characters. It's about choices and naked truths.

Choices we made and for them, consequences we face.

Yes, not typical Colleen Hoover book that I love but the amazing one that I admired. I love her more because of that book. It seemed unique at the same time, too unrealistic. Colleen Hoover to be this level of unrealistic? That is why I was so taken aback. But considering the turns of events, it is level of acceptable.

“What happened?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
His eyes are narrow, still ice blue but somehow burning with fire. “You’re lying, Lily.”
I muster enough of a smile to get me by. “It was an accident.”
Atlas laughs, but then his face falls flat. “Leave him.”
Leave him?

Atlas is.... what is Atlas asking Lily to do???

“He walks around me to his bedroom door and he locks it. He flips off the light, leaving only a lamp on, and then takes off his shirt as he walks toward me.“What are you doing?”He tosses his shirt on a chair and then slips off his shoes. “We’re going to sleep.”I glance at his bed. Then at him. “Right now?”He nods and walks over to me. In one swift movement, he lifts my dress up and over my head, until I’m standing in the middle of his bedroom floor in my bra and panties. I cover myself, but he doesn’t even look twice. He pulls me toward the bed and lifts the covers for me to crawl in. As he’s walking over to his side of the bed he says, “It’s not like we haven’t slept together before without having sex. Piece of cake.”

HOW SEXY IS RYLE????????? COULD YOU IMAGINE?

He takes a deep breath and then says, “I don’t know what happens next, Lily.”He does. He knows. He just doesn’t want it to happen, because we both know how much it hurts to say goodbye to each other.I look away from him because seeing the look on his face right now cuts straight to my heart. I fold my arms over my chest and stare at the floor. “I have a lot to work through, Atlas. A lot. And I’m scared I won’t be able to do it with you in my life.”

IT is sooooooooo sad. I know. I know. You can't assume from those excerptions you know how it works. *tips of a iceberg* that's what they are. ;)

hellllllllllllllllllloooooooo #QUOTES time \O^O/

There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things

“In the future . . . if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again . . . fall in love with me.”

I feel like everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we're all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.

You are my wife. I’m supposed to be the one who protects you from the monsters. I’m not supposed to be one.

Sometimes the things that matter to you most are also the things that hurt you the most.

Penryn & End of Days Review, Excerptions and Quotes by Susan Ee

Before I say anything, 

Before you read anything about this series, 

The prejudice about Angels will come into your mind.

Angels. Beautiful. Perfect. Pure. Total opposites of Evil and Dark. 

Am I right?

This is no shame, this is just the way Angels are in the tales we heard at night at childhood. But that's just prejudice. Those who are familiar with Supernatural (TV Series S12 currently filming) will get this concept faster.

Angelfall - The first book, you will see Penryn (obviously the main female character), Paige (her little sister), her crazy mother. Raffe/ Raphael (The Archangel, the main male character). Nephilim is the thing born of Angel and Human (it's the myth and Raffe is hunting them in case they were true) 

The thing they said in Angelfall is that "angels stayed in pack" "angels don't go solo". Yes, but Raffe is. Why and How will be told in the very end of the series End Of Days.

This book is going slow. Well, at first a lot infos to take in but it gets better. I seriously love the chemistry between Penryn and Raffe. I mean it's the romance happening in the apocalypse. It's something right?
Through the book, I am like 'I can't wait for them to get close' and when they get close 'when are they gonna kiss' or 'omggg just kiss already'. I don't know, there's something about Raffe that I undeniably admire and love. Raffe is definitely husband material (I did not say boyfriend had I?)

Penryn and Raffe, they became a Team. To save her sister, Paige who were kidnapped by a bunch of Angels lead by *Beliel*

This book is gonna be full of actions. But very slight touch of romance. Got frustrated over Raffe and Penryn's exchange of smartass comments. But at the end, what disappoints me is, Penryn who is hell-bent on going the impossible mission of saving her baby sister, had time to think about the very romance of Raffe and her?! She lacks focus. Well, just a little disappointment, of course all is forgiven <3

• I knew from the start that your loyalty would get you killed. I just never thought it would be your loyalty to me that would do it.

• Anybody that ties you to a chair at gunpoint is a bad guy. Do I really need to explain this?

• “Why were the other angels attacking you?"

"It's impolite to ask the victim of violence what they did to be attacked.”

World After - The Second book, Obi (oh, the RESISTANCE CAMP Leader), Dee-Dum (The Twins) Beliel (The Bad Angel who was once under Raffe's command) AERI (the place where angels are?) Uriel (Angel President?) 

And yes, Penryn is stuck with the renaissance group while Raffe is hunting his wings down. Why? Are his wings taken? What? You don't know? Are you being bad now? Reading the second book review before finished reading the Angelfall? Hmm...

So, can we discuss how Raffe choose Penryn over his white, gorgeous wings now?????
(That's why you shouldn't read the review of 2nd book before you finished the first book, Lessons no.1. Sorry for the spoiler tho it's not exactly a spoiler is it? It's just what great, good, sexy Raffe would do. You know, I know, everyone knows ;)
That moment strike me. It's the choice. His wings or the human? He CHOOSE HUMAN! damn. Raffe got me.
The angel blade is also with Penryn and she got to name that blade and she went with some stupid but cute name. Agh!

No one can deny the epic ending. NO breathing-and-well-alive PERSON. Just like the first book, the second book ends with twisted ending and so much fun with so many actions. So, yeah, the second book is nice. But not as nice as the third one!!

• It’s amazing how many times we need to go against our survival instincts to survive.

“It's about time you showed some sense. You should be afraid."
"I'm shivering because I'm freezing."
"You're cute when you're afraid."
I give him a dirty look. "Yeah, you're cute when you're afraid too."
"You mean I'm devastatingly handsome when I'm not afraid. Because you've never seen me afraid.”

End of Days - The Final one. Are you ready for the romance? Are you ready for the politics? Are you ready for the end? 

I can't tho. I got attached to Raffe. ALSO so Beliel! Can you believe that? You'll see the story of Beliel on the third book. You don't really need a review for the third book do you? This is good, great. You will read this for the closure. Period.

• If I were human, I'd plow the nicest farm for you.

Let's see some moment from the book,,,,,, yeah?

“Are you all right?” It’s a stupid question because there’s not much I can do for him if he isn’t all right, but it just tumbles out.He snorts. “Aside from being beaned with a rock, I’ll live.”“Sorry.” I feel pretty god-awful about that, but there’s no point in groveling over it.“The next time you have a quarrel with me, I’d appreciate it if you could just talk to me first before resorting to pelting me with rocks.”“Oh, all right,” I grumble. “You’re so damned civilized.”He exhales rudely. “You okay?”I nod. There’s no graceful way to step back after my aborted hug attempt so we stand closer than is comfortable. I guess he thinks so too because he slips by me into the clearing.

DO YOU SENSE IT? THE AIR BETWEEN THEM IS SO TENSE!!!

“How’d you get to me so fast?” I ask. It must have been seconds from the time I screamed to the time he showed up.
I open my mouth to repeat the question, but he speaks over me.
“I was tracking you.”
I stop in surprise. He keeps going so I run after him to make sure he’s only two steps ahead of me. All kinds of questions float in my head but it’s no use asking them all. I keep it simple. “Why?”
“I said I would make sure you got back to camp safely.”
“I wasn’t going back to camp.”
“I noticed.”
“You also said that you’d take me to the aerie. Leaving me alone in the dark was your idea of taking me there?”
“It was my idea of encouraging you to be sensible and go back to camp. Apparently, sensible is not part of your vocabulary. What are you complaining about anyway? I’m here, aren’t I?”
It’s hard to argue against that. He did save my life. We walk in silence for awhile as I chew that over.

***scream*** He said "I'm here, aren't I?"

“What would you do if you had to make a run for it?’ His voice is husky as he stares, mesmerized, at the unraveling thread.
‘I’d grab my shoes and run.’
‘Dressed like this? In front of lawless men?’ His eyes drift up to my midriff.
‘If you’re worried about pervs breaking into the house, it’s not going to make a difference whether I’m in this outfit or in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Either they’re decent human beings or they’re not. Their actions are on them.’
‘It’ll be tough for them to take any action while I’m pummeling their faces. Disrespect will not be tolerated.”
I half smile at him. ‘Because you’re all about respect.’
He sighs as if a little disgusted with himself. ‘Lately, I seem to be all about you.’
‘What makes you say that?’ I wish my voice didn’t sound so breathless.
‘I’m sitting on the hard floor outside your door while you take a cozy little nap, aren’t I?”

OMG!!! FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS***

Okay, the moment is over. I'm ashamed. I fangirl too much. But Raffe is such a boyfriend material. Every girl's dream is to have him. <3 Oh god. 

Flat-Out Love Review, Quotes and Excerption by Jessica Park

I will admit that this book is nothing I expected it to be.
Good unexpected or Bad unexpected? I guess it's both.

Good unexpected? The twist at the end.(even tho I figure that plot out in the middle) And Celeste! (Finn and Matt's little sister)

Bad unexpected? Weak main female character. In this case, Julie.

But Jessica Park's writing is kinda of nice. It's a bit old style but, nice. Yes, even with my tired eyes, I read it pretty hard. It is an actual page-turner. And although turns of events are pretty typical college-girl theme, the main plot is unique. That's why I decided to read this. 

It did not disappoint me. But it didn't impress me either. I wasn't exactly crazy about this book (but I'm crazy about Celeste. (I'm like; tell me more about Celeste. Not Julie. I'm not interested in Julie. She's normal. Who's interested in normal?) She's great. Such a young girl, know things, understand things unlike other children.)

See that's the problem. 

I like the book but not the characters. Matt could be a pain in the ass. He might be a genius at physics or maths but he is not exactly 'quick' or 'smart' at problem solving matters. But sure, I like him. I could. Julie is also, I don't know. She is too ordinary to be the female lead unlike Celeste.

And about Finn,
he's never interacted with her personally. Just on chats and texts.
And there's flat-Finn. Created by Celeste (told you she's unique)

She looked at the pictures again. Yes, indeed. Finn was cute. Super cute. And funny, smart, and charming. And he adored his sister. And did amazing volunteer work in between adventurous travels. And…
Julie stopped herself. This was silly. She couldn’t possibly have a crush on someone she’d only exchanged a few messages with, right? Because that would be abnormal. Insane. Completely not based in reality. She was not that desperate. Besides, Boston was likely teeming with smart, adorable boys. Not that having a boyfriend was really a priority, but it wouldn’t be awful.
And while the pictures were attractive and distracting, she hadn’t failed to notice that Finn had not answered her questions about Celeste.

Julie is a visitor, a guest to their house because Julie's mother is bestfriend of Matt's mother.
Celeste is kind of, you know, weird is not the term. She's too smart, just different.

Celeste wrinkled her nose.
“Finn is the one who is traveling. Right now he is volunteering at a game reserve for rescued animals. This is Flat Finn. He is a symbolic representation of my brother.”
OK, this was obviously not normal.
In fact, it was downright weird. But Julie was a guest in their home, and she would be as polite to this Flat Finn thing as she was to the rest of the family.
“In that case, Flat Finn, would you like some basil and lemongrass duck?”
Celeste quickly shook her head.
“He already had dinner. He is experimenting with not eating after five o’clock because he suspects that he can improve his metabolism and get more cut. His word not mine. He is quite interested in women, though, and he thinks he would have better luck if he could just get rid of his tiny love handles.”
She rolled her eyes, whispering, “I know, it is beyond outlandish. He looks good just the way he is.”

Was I making it more about Celeste?
Maybe I was. /intentionally/ You could expect some kind of twist? I don't know if you can called it a twist if you know that even before the author hinted.

And there's this the most romantic moment with Matt,

She watched the hordes of people wave their arms and cheer as the famous ball dropped. The cameras panned to couple after couple caught up in kissing.
“Happy New Year, Julie.”
“Happy New Year, Matty.” She turned off the television and rolled onto her side. “Matty, I have another question for you.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Are you a skilled lover?”
“And that concludes our evening chat.”
“I bet I could be a skilled lover. I’m very energetic. And a quick learner.”
 “You definitely need to go to sleep.”
“Oh, fine.” She yanked the sheet up higher. “I can’t stay on the phone anymore. I have to get to sleep.”
“I think that’s a good plan. I’m glad you thought of it.”

Could we just go to the quotes part? I'm tired of having a bias feelings and felt a little bit sorry for Julie.
Like I said, the writing is nice. Just the plot is a little weird and usage of words is old-styled.


It was always you. I thought it was someone else, but it was you. You were the person that I felt.

The friends you make in college are friends you'll have for life, even if you don't talk for years at a time.

What happens when you get scared half to death twice?

I hope that someday they invent a car that runs on inappropriate thoughts

The Bird and the Sword Reviews and Excerption by Amy Harmon

The Teller

The Changer

The Spinner 

The Healer

The Teller - who have the power of words
The Changer - who can take any form of life
The Spinner - who spun and spun one things to another or from another
The Healer - who mend and harmonize things out of love

The story itself is precious. The plot, the words, the sentences, the feelings, the emotions, the characters, everything just fall into place with harmony - to describe with one word - Incredible

How could this story be stand-alone? This story should have a sequel! Or trilogy!!! Or Saga?? I don't know, what I know is I want more. It brings me joy, it brings me tears. It makes me love Amy Harmon more.
It started with Lark's power, Lark's mother and the King. Everyone - including me - thinks this story starts with Lark's mother, but no. (omg is this considered as spoiler?) But I won't tell you why or what. You'll learn at the very end of the book.

The King - merciless King - killed Lark's mother in front of Lark. In addition to that mother being killed in front of her trauma, Lark mistook her mother prophecy as a curse, everyone mistook it, even her father. (Because that era was where people hate witchcraft and thought witches are evil and monsters). So what's the curse? Read the book ~

Let's see what it makes of, shall we?

Twenty riders were gathered in the wide courtyard of the keep, and my husband was bowing and genuflecting when I arrived with Lark trailing behind my skirts. For one so disdainful of the king, my lord was quick to kiss the king’s boots. Fear made weaklings of us all.
“Lady Meshara!” the king boomed, and my husband rose and turned to me, relief in his face.
I curtsied deeply, as was required, and Lark mimicked my salutation, catching the king’s eye.
“What have we here? Your daughter, Meshara?”
I nodded once, but didn’t offer her name. Names had power and I didn’t want him to have hers. There had been a time when I’d considered vying for the king’s attention—I was the granddaughter of the Lord of Enoch and of noble birth, and I’d been drawn to the handsome King Zoltev of Degn. That was before I saw him cut off the hands of an old woman caught spinning wheat into long ribbons of gold. I’d begged my father to arrange a marriage with Lord Corvyn instead. Corvyn was weak, but he wasn’t evil, though I wondered if weakness wasn’t just as dangerous. The weak allowed evil to flourish.


Meshara is Lark's mother. She is a teller too. So the story started with her mother dead, (yes it wasn't a spoiler) in front of Lark on that day.
Then, if you haven't notice, family feud is one hell of famous forbidden sort of love (Romeo & Juliet??) Yeah, the King killed Meshara. But this is the story of Lark and the King's son "Tiras".
Let's see... there's something wrong with Tiras (well, that is not a spoiler but arguable)


The door of the king’s chambers burst open, and Kjell erupted into the room, making me bolt upright, sleep abandoned, the eagle forgotten.
“Where is he?” Kjell growled, as if I’d spun the king into gold while he slept. I shook my head helplessly and extended my arms, indicating the empty chamber.


Yes, there's one important character. Important not to the story but me// omgggg Kjell //
See, why would Lark be in the King's chamber? And it seemed obvious that she can't speak! (Aha! Spoiler!!! Oh not really XD)
Remember Lark is a teller not a healer???
Its gonna be a little bit confusing here,


The door closed softly, and I met the king’s gaze. He looked as troubled as I felt. He wasn’t writhing in horrible pain like he’d been the night he’d been shackled. He seemed more ill than wracked in pain, and I wondered again what was wrong.
“Put your hands on me,” he instructed softly. “Like you did before.”
I shook my head, stalling, wanting to understand. I pointed at his stomach and tilted my head in question. He shook his head. I placed my fingers on his throat and raised a brow. He shook his head once more. I touched his temples, his ears, his arms and his legs, and he finally spoke, answering my question.
“It hurts everywhere,” he explained softly. 
“There is fire beneath my skin.”
Suddenly there was fire beneath my skin too, and I felt the heat warm my cheeks and flood my chest. Last time he was hardly conscious. This time, his eyes clung to my face making the act terribly intimate. I was already sitting beside him on the bed, but I pressed my hands to his heart and closed my eyes. My hands were trembling, and he pressed his hands over them, weighing them down.
“You are afraid,” he murmured. I nodded, not opening my eyes.
“Are you afraid of me?”
I nodded again. Yes, I was afraid of him. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to help him, or worse, that I would, and I would mark myself a Healer. I would mark myself for death.
His breath caught and his back arched in agony, his question forgotten. I pressed him back to the bed, smoothing my hands over him, trying to focus.
Pain be gone, illness leave, skin is cool, sleep now, breathe, I instructed, pushing the words into his skin through my fingertips.

Fire is gone,

Fever leaves,

Health in the marrow,

Rest now, breathe.

There, there.
Like a poem? Or a song? With a rhythm?
I'm not sure but I definitely love this! How did she come up with that? I love Amy Harmon <3
Read this book, you're not gonna regret this. NEVER gonna!!!

Easy Quotes, Excerption and Review by Tammara Webber

Contours of the Heart. 
As soon as I saw that title, I decided to read that series. Yeah, book title counts. For me, book title is the way to tell how creative the author is. Yes, she is creative.

But... it's the writing. Not my type. Not that the writing, it's the sequential writing. This book hardly give me a emotional-ride, let alone a roller-coaster.
The plot is nice.

• Second chance.
• Getting Over. 
• Brave.
• Choosing. 

Yes, there's one pretty twist. But not so brilliant cause I see through it. ;) 

It's actually a good page turner. I also like how the author is being witty and snapped back, and how Landon flirts little with Jacqueline. (I am a slave for words, I know)

I guess, you might want to see the interactions between them right??

Landon,We were together almost three years. I never saw it coming. I followed him here to school, instead of trying for a performing arts school. My orchestra teacher nearly had a stroke when I told him. He pleaded with me to audition at Oberlin or Julliard, but I didn’t. I can’t blame anyone but myself. I trusted my future to my HS boyfriend, like an idiot. Now I’m stuck somewhere I’m not supposed to be. I don’t know if I just believed that much in him, or that little in myself. Either way, pretty freaking stupid, huh? So there’s my weepy little story.Thank you for the article.JW

Jacqueline,Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence. As for being somewhere you’re not supposed to be – maybe you’re here for a reason, or there is no reason. As a scientist, I lean toward the latter. Either way, you’re off the hook. You made a decision; now you make the best of it. That’s all you can do, right? On that note, I’m off to study for a statistical mechanics quiz. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to prove scientifically that your ex isn't worthy of you, and you're exactly where you should be.LM

/sigh/ yes, they are emailing each other. Because Landon isn't Jacqueline's friend. He is assistant of J's professor. He's giving her assignments and help her cover for the exam she missed. AND THEY NEVER MET OUTSIDE!!!!

Heyyyy, don't forget about Lucas yet!!!

“Hey, Jacqueline.” That wasn’t Benji’s voice.The seats were bolted to the floor, with right-handed desktops. Lucas leaned slightly over the side of Benji’s, pushing into the very margin of my space. My breath caught, and I focused on letting it out, appearing unaffected. “Oh, hi.”
He bit his lower lip once, briefly. “I guess you didn’t notice the phone number on your coffee cup.”I glanced at my phone, sitting on the edge of my textbook. “I noticed.” I watched his reaction, knowing I was practically telling him to chase me.
He smiled, his light eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and I tried not to swoon visibly. “I see. Turnabout is fair play. How ’bout you give me yours?”
I arched a brow at him. “Why? Do you need help in economics?”He bit his lip in earnest that time, stifling a laugh. “Hardly. What makes you think that?”
I frowned. Could I be attracted to a guy who cared so little about doing well in class? “I guess it’s not my business.He leaned his chin into the palm of his hand. The tips of his fingers were tinged with gray, probably from drawing with that pencil sitting over his ear. “I appreciate your concern, but I want your number for reasons completely unrelated to economics.”
I picked up my phone and found his number, and sent him a text that said: Hi.“Dude, you’re in my seat.” Benji’s tone was matter-of-fact, but unperturbed.
Lucas’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he smiled as my text popped up, giving him my number. “Thanks.” He unfolded himself from the chair and addressed Benji. “Sorry, man.”“No prob.” Benji was one of the most easygoing people I’d ever met. 
His attitude said slacker, but I’d gotten a look at the midterm crammed into his notebook—he’d made a high B, and for all his talk about skipping class and sleeping in, he’d yet to miss one. After Lucas sauntered back to his seat, Benji leaned over the edge of his desktop, closer than Lucas had. “So what was that about?” His eyebrows rocked up and down and I tried not to grin.

And here we go, quotes ^_^

Choosing to be with you, isn't a difficult decision, Jacqueline...It's easy. Incredibly easy.

Love is not the absence of logic
but logic examined and recalculated
heated and curved to fit
inside the contours of the heart

As for being somewhere you're not supposed to be--Maybe you're here for a reason, or there is no reason.

I noticed you the first week. Not just because of how pretty you are, though of course, that played into it. It was the way you lean onto your elbows when you 're listening in class, when something catches your interest. And when you laugh, it's never to get attention, it's just-laughter. The way you obssevively tuck your hair behind your ear on the left side, but let the right side fall down like a screen. And when you 're bored, you tap your foot soundlessly and move your fingers on the desktop like you 're playing an instrument. I wanted to sketch you.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

Love in Spanish Review and Quotes by Karina Halle

Q : Do we need to read the first book "Love, in English" before reading "Love, in Spanish"? 

A : Yes, you do.

Q : Are "Love, in English" and "Love, in Spanish" the same story with different POV?

A : No and Yes. They aren't the same. But "Love, in Spanish" is of Mateo's POV.

So, Q&A time's over!!!
You're so wrong if you think this book is boring and typical. Yes, that was what I thought so I waited for a long time to read it after reading Love, in English (my bad).
Karina Halle proved that she is not boring, she will not endure boring. I know. Because, with the change of POV, I dun feel alienated. I immediately can connect with Mateo from book 1.
Mateo is practically the God for me. (THIS IS ME SCREAMING)
When he wasn't fluent in English, the way he struggled to speak English is very cute and sexy.

But Love, in Spanish, this book took place in Spain of course.
Yupppp! She went with Mateo. Mateo has divorced now. So, I thought things are finally going smooth... but guess what! Surprise, there are villains EVERYWHERE!!!

You're gonna be so frustrated with people who won't keep their noses under their own eyes.

I was so mad that I cried. 

I was so sad that I cried. 

I can relate to Mateo and also understand Vera.
And the love between them, their love for each other and the situation Mateo is in, everything is so complicated and intense.
Such a short book can give you so much tears and so much feelings. Not to mention the RADIATING HEAT, oh right, Mateo is hot as f*ck!

For all of those who heard it was impossible and went for it anyway.
Love is always worth it.

Life is full of hard choices. I choose you.

I am here because you are mine,” I tell her, kissing her behind the ear and breathing in deeply. “And I am yours. I belong with you, and you belong with me. I don’t care which country or where or under what stars but without you, I’m only me.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, and I’ll go to my grave saying it. You are my star, my light, my love. And it doesn’t matter if you believe in it or not because it is the truth and the truth always finds a way to shine.

Veiled Innocence Excerption, Review and Quotes by Ella Frank

THIS BOOK DESERVED 5 FULL STARS. IT IS HOT !!!! THE WHOLE ANOTHER LEVEL OF HOT! HOT the word doesn't even cover the hotness level of this book.
And a little confession is that I have a thing for blue eyes and forbidden love.
Ugghhhhh... scenes, writing, I AM TELLING you, everyone should read this book at least ONCE!

Addison deals with the broken-ness of her somehow, in a way she could, in a way no one would try to. She's like, she took the blame of her little brother death on her own not that anyone in her life try to lift the blame out of her.
It's... major heart-breaking. I... I can't find enough words to describe, I will not be able to describe it enough BUT Ella Frank, she can. Ella Frank... the way she wrote erotica is ... adhjkgkdjfvdijfdlfdk.

Beautiful is what Addison Lancaster is.
Hot is also Addison Lancaster.
Tick Tick Tok... Tick Tick Tok... always counting the second. Always trying not to be late. But she stopped counting when she walked into his class. She kept being late for his class, History class.

Mr. McKendrick is what everyone called him. Mr. McKendrick is History teacher, her history teacher. But Greyson isn't. Greyson is the man she slept with. No matter how much he denied that he is her teacher, not her lover... he can't hide his attraction towards her or his erection because of her. Moving back into town because of his sick father, Greyson McKendrick failed to be the teacher his father was, failed to be the man of honor like his father wanted him to be, all because of Addison Lancaster.

This is enough for character introduction. You guys already figure what's gonna happen. ok correction. You THINK you already figure what's gonna happen but no. No. That's why this book deserves 5 stars. The writing style is like... Like I'm watching a movie, a thriller one. So, let's see why I am fussing so much about this book, eh?

“I blinked down at Addison and was reminded that by law she was still a girl and ultimately…
“You are my student, Addison.”
As she nodded, I wondered where we would go from here.
“So, what do you want?”
Before I knew what I was saying, “I want Brandon gone” was out of my mouth and hovering between us.
She lifted up and kissed the corner of my mouth. “That’s easy.”
“I want you to graduate.”
Kissing the other corner, she promised, “That I can do.”
I tangled my fingers through the back of her hair and held her in place as I looked her in the eye and made it very clear. “I want to help you.”
“I want that too.”
She touched my cheek, and as her eyes fluttered closed and her black lashes swept her creamy skin, I couldn’t help but kiss it and confess, “I never want you to stop needing me.”
When her eyes opened, she softly kissed my mouth and asked, “Then what choice do you have left to make?”
She was right, what choice was there?
Right or wrong, it had already been made.”

It's when I squirm ahhhhhhhhhh >.<
Also that scene b e l o w . . .

“How old are you, again?”
As his eyebrow winged up, I wondered if maybe I should have broached that question differently.
“Thirty-two, why?”
“Who doesn’t have a digital camera?”
Grayson rolled his eyes and shook his head against the pillow. “I do own a digital camera. I just own a film camera too.”
Kneeling up, I brought the Nikon in front of my face until I was looking through the viewfinder at him.
“Don’t,” he said in a voice that was soft but adamant. His troubled expression reminded me that I was not the calming force in his life.
I was the exact opposite.
Moving the bulky camera aside, I asked, “Don’t..?”
“Don’t look too close.”
Lowering the Nikon, I touched the stubble on his jaw. “What are you afraid I’ll see?”
Without touching any part of my naked body, he still managed to slay me.
“Everything I’ve become.”

EVERYTHING HE HAD BECOME because of her T_T

“Grayson’s mouth returned to a serious line. I interlaced our fingers, not even caring that I was so extremely vulnerable when it came to this man.
“Why can’t I do this for you?”
“Do what?”
“Chase the monsters away.”
“Is that what I do?” he questioned, and I crawled on his lap.
Looping my arms around his neck, I kissed his cheek and whispered, “It’s okay. I understand.”
Pulling back slightly, he asked, “What’s okay? What do you understand?”
“That I’m your monster.”
He neither agreed nor disagreed with my words as he tumbled me back on the bed. We rolled over his sheets, and I quietly devoured my teacher, determined to have all of him—like any monster would.”

She thought she's bad for him.
Because she was made to believe that she was a destruction. My heart ached.
I almost cry.
But I didn't. Because I know, I somehow know Greyson won't..... (If I type this, if I type this, you will hate me forever for that spoilers so, I won't)
Time for quotes #_#

Boys think girls are like books. If the cover doesn't catch their eye, they won't bother to read what's inside.

No one ever told me that loving someone would feel like you were giving up every last part of yourself, but that's how I feel, Addison.
From the second I saw you, I was done. I gave it all to you. Something about you called to me, and I have never regretted you, even as I questioned us.

What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.

I'm the catalyst in the destruction of my own happy ending.

JUST go read this book. SO EROTIC. SO ROMANTIC and SO.... full of feels <3

While it Lasts Quotes, Review and Excerption by Abbi Glines

So Yeah, this is one of Sea Breeze series #3 if you need number. 
Do I like romance? Yes, I do actually. Very much.

I heard that some of them really love all of Sea Breeze series. But for me, I don't really think book 1 is catchy. But While it Lasts description kind of attracts me. I thought this would worth a while. 

But turns out, it's just another book to disappoint me. 

But I think I knew from the start, the writing was a bit... I don't know. The way Eva is grieving just not seem quite right. 
Then, twin brother, again. Thank god, she doesn't have a thing with him too or else, I might throw this book from the start. But more the reason not to touch this book again. 

It started out like she is a bitter girl who just lost her fiance. And a guy who only thought girls as an accessories came into her life. 

So, it's just an old school thing. That guy changed. That girl love once again. Blah Blah Blah ... 
But some like this sort of things, don't they? But I promised you an excerption and also this book got some hot stuff so,...



Glancing at the clock on the wall over his bed I saw it was after eight. It had been over six hours since I’d brought him out fresh water and a slice of Mrs. Mabel’s lemon pound cake. Another stirring of guilt at how I’d been treating him churned in my stomach.

“If that isn’t enough I can go make another one or two,” I offered as he took a large bite out of the sub. He grinned as he chewed and then took a long swig of the lemonade.
“This is great. Thanks. I was starving. And the lemon cake thing the invisible fairy brought me earlier was fu—amazing too.”
What? “Invisible fairy?” I asked confused.
Cage looked so sincere. “You know the fairy who magically brings me water and ice rags when my back is turned.”
He wanted to be a smart guy, huh. Well fine, two could play that game.

“Oh, that fairy. Yeah, she has an aversion to cocky guys who think they have the world at their fingertips.”
Cage set the sub in his hand back down and narrowed his eyes, “Is that so? Hmmm… and here I was hoping she was going to finally appear one day and give me a nice diversion from work.”
“Highly doubtful,” I replied unable to keep from grinning.
“Well, day-um. I’ll have to come up with something other than my sexy topless fairy fantasy the next time I need a break.”
Oh dear God, did he mean…? “You are sick,” I said through my appalled laughter.


How you think so far? Cage is sexy. Hell yes, he is. I don't have problem with Cage even though I don't agree with some of his stupid decisions. But well, he's better than Eva stupid way of thinking that makes me give that book 2 stars.


I’d noticed him earlier when I’d been sitting at the table. Watching someone that actually knew how to play the bass well was always intriguing to me.
              “You’re good. I’m impressed by the fact you can actually pull off Flea’s stuff.”
              Krit and Green both froze.
              “You know who the bassist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers is?” Green asked me. The shock on his face made me smile.
              “Yes, I do. Flea is one of the greats in my opinion. But Jon Paul Jones is my all-time favorite,” I replied.
              Green slammed his still full shot glass on the table and some of it splashed over the side. “Holy shit! She knows the bassist for Led fucking Zeppelin!”
“He shifted his awed look to Cage, “I’ll do anything man. Just let me have her, please?”
              Cage’s arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to his side. “Not happening. Back off.”
              “Fuck man, do you know how many girls I’ve met that don’t even know what the hell a bassist is? NONE! Fucking NONE! Where’d you get her? I want one too.”
              Cage chuckled beside me, “Sorry, man. It’s not happening.”
              “You could maybe go to a music school and actually meet girls who know how to play the bass. Typically the ones you pick up in bars only know how to unzip your pants.” I informed him.


Eva is not so bad. The author is creative. The witty comments Eva makes me not abandon the book. Well, 2 stars might be so low for such book. This book is a nice time-killer. 
Let's get to quotes. 
While it Lasts got nice quotes (y)

I understood that pain was real and sometimes things didn't last. Sometimes you just had to enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it's gone.

I was taking the bad boy off the market for good.

This is what it feels like to care about someone who doesn't feel the same. I'd only known how it felt to love someone who loved me just as fiercely. I'd never known rejection. I'd never wanted someone who didn't want me. The longing didn't go away with rejection.

I didn’t want to see you but you invaded my worldEvery dark corner you found a way in, bringing color to the lifeless and lost.

I’ll spend eternity in your arms if you’ll trust me when I say that I love you.

There was something in her eyes that drew me in. I wanted to make the sadness she tried to hide go away.