Lost in Scotland Review, Excerption and Quotes by Hilaria Alexander

The first book I read in November !!!
Because Colleen Hoover read it and complimented it just like "The Sea of Tranquility"

This book is about a romance between a makeup artist and an actor. Sam is that makeup artist and Hugh is that actor.

"I wanted to see how the LA girl would fare in Scotland, with its mysterious beauty and harsh climate. Set in the fictional town of St. Martin, Lost in Scotland has every element of a good romance: a hot Scot to die for, a feisty British BFF, gossip, revenge, Hollywood drama and a grand finale." That's outright came from author, herself.

Sam ran away from her hometown after breaking up with her famous actor-boyfriend and she needed air. She got herself a job at as a makeup artist and met Hugh at work.

A sneak peak of Hugh's thoughts on Sam ;)

Things were good for all of two days. Granted, it was neither my fault nor Sam’s. The circumstances sucked, and it only got worse.
I didn’t seem to have a choice when it came to Sam.
For years, I had avoided any distraction and only focused on work, but now I couldn’t push my thoughts of her away. I knew this wasn’t the time to chase after someone, yet my heart wasn’t listening.


The book is real fun. It's easy and interesting read. I think I only spent two nights on that book. Sam could be a little stupid in the end but overall, the whole book is good.
So, Check out the quotes ~

Hugh Macleod, you're everything to me. You know that, right? The world might know you because you're gorgeous and good at what you do, but you are so much more.

The power of music was undeniable. A good song could make me feel stronger, empowered, and suddenly I felt able to sweep away most of my feelings of homesickness.

It was a daily struggle to be so close to her and not being able to do anything. Even when we aren't together, I could see her.

The Fall Up Review, Quotes and Excerption by Aly Martinez

We are not supposed to judge a book by its cover. Well, I have myself to blame (in my defense, the first few chapters are my kind of book). Because this cover is really pretty, so I thought maybe I am really gonna win it big.

The story starts like this...

“IT WAS RAINING. 

Isn’t that the way all great love stories start? And also usually end? The midnight air was cool against my skin as I stared off that bridge...”

But the first few chapters are done and the another few chapters are continuing and the only thing that grows is my disappointment. I expect so much but then my high hopes for "The Fall Up" are crushed as the story continued.

Levee ; The super hot celebrity who is also the America's sweetheart is suicidal.
Sam ; The stranger who saved her? 

Interesting characters but... just can't relate.
But for the lots, it is happy ending. I might only be the in the minority group that doesn't like this book, so... you guys could try but I had warned ya...

The second book is REALLY good which is MM Romance.

Henry didn’t find it humorous. “Damn it. Why is heterosexuality such a cock block?”
“It really is.”
And it really was for Henry. He was tall, with a lean, muscular body that even I couldn't help but notice on occasion. Women adored him even though he was openly gay. However, Henry's biggest problem in the love department was his obsession with straight men. I couldn’t even count the number of times Henry’s heart had been broken by a guy who he’d convinced to give him a chance but ultimately went right back to women.

Quotes ~

I was falling fast for that man, and I could only hope I was taking him with me.

Don't tell me you're fine. Don't tell me you have to go. Don't tell me that everything is okay. Just tell me the truth your eyes are so desperate for me to hear.

My life was fine. My job was fine. My house was fine. My friends were fine. God, I was sick of fucking fine. I needed something... anything... to be great.

The Wrath and The Dawn Series Review, Quotes and Excerption by Renee Ahdieh

THE WRATH AND THE DAWN is the retelling of the 1001 nights (About the King that murdered the wife he married at each dawn.)
It is nice. The author is being creative but it lacks smooth flow and originality. And the choice of words are a bit off. How the two characters fall for each other is unconvincing. I am sorry, I like the book in overall but it's full with flaws. Guess, that wasn't my type after all.

Khalid - They said 'boy-king' or 'monster' that is feared and hated by the whole country because he snatched the young girls away and all ended up dead at mid-night. No one knows the reason but they all thought it's this way because of his nature.

Shahrzad - The one girl that stayed alive nights after nights because of her tales. No one knows other than her family that she has come to revenge for her best friend and other girls.

Tariq - Childhood friend and lover of  Shahrzad. He gathered people with the help of Uncle Reza whose girl also fall under the cruel killings by the King.

Of course, it's no brainer that Khalid and Shahrzad will fall in love with each other and Tariq will be the one filled with jealousy. The only thing that drove me to continue reading this is the creativity and the reason behind why Khalid kept killing his wives-to-be.

And I know, and a lot happened during the first book but it ended with no motivation to keep searching for it's 2nd book.
To be fair, the first book is really interesting starting from the middle. The rebellion group lead by Tariq is... (god, I just gave a spoiiiiilerrr) sorry. Yeah, the 2/3 of the book is filled with exciting stuffs.
Just, not enough to make me need the 2nd book "The Rose & The Dagger"

I don't know what it is about the characters that made the story more interesting. The plot is nice but need more creativity. Personally, I wouldn't recommend it. But looking overall, it didn't suck even though it felt like the author rushed a bit to the end. 
The series could extend to another book but it didn't. 
There are a lot of things that needed to be explained but left for us to imagine. I am someone that dig for details so, this has been really a minus for me.

I did not want to spoil this for you guys so I didn't mention a lot of things here but I could say, you should find that out yourself. Grab that book, with a blanket and ready to get angry at Shahrazad's father.

Some things exist in our lives for but a brief moment. And we must let them go on to light another sky.

It does not take courage to kill. It takes courage to live.

I know love is fragile. And loving someone like you is near impossible. Like holding something shattered through a raging sandstorm. If you want her to love you, shelter her from that storm…And make certain that storm isn’t you.

History is All you Left me Quotes, Review and Excerption by Adam Silvera

There is Griffin
There is Theo

Griffin is the first love and ex-boyfriend of Theo who died in drowning accident. Theo, Griffin and Wade are best-friends. Theo is an anchor in the group. Without him, things are hopeless between them.

Now I want to kiss him so badly. “It’s perfect.” 
I make sure Wade isn’t coming, and I pull Theo by his hand, leading him to the next aisle. But I don’t act on the kiss because I don’t want to rush it or feel like we’re doing it behind Wade’s back.
“We have to tell Wade, dude,” I whisper. “If you want to do it by yourself, that’s cool, but if you want to tell him together, that’s also cool. But we’re not leaving this bookstore until we do so.”
“Deal,” Theo says, squeezing my hand. “What time does the store close again? I—”
“Whoa,” Wade says.
“He is standing at the end of the aisle, holding a tray of iced teas. I jerk my hand out of Theo’s. “Whoa,” he repeats, walking toward us. He’s Theo’s height, but he seems smaller, the way his shoulders sink. He shakes his head and manages a small smile. 
“This whole squad business was fun while it lasted.”
That’s not the reaction I was expecting. “What are you talking about?”
“How long have you two been dating? I knew this was going to happen. You guys doubt my psychic ways, but I called this last year. I just didn’t tell anyone.”
I don’t know what I was expecting. But it wasn’t this.

And there is Jackson
Theo went away to California for college. That's where he met Jackson and seeing him after he broke up with Griffin.
Griffin can't get over Theo. After Theo broke up with him, they stayed as friends. Not because Griffin doesn't care, but because he still wished Theo would come back to him.
Because they shared a history.
Now that Theo is dead, history is all it's left for Griffin.

Griffin;

Then there’s the kind of zombie I’ve become now: the one who has lost everything—his brain, his heart, his light, his direction. He wanders the world, bumping into this, tripping over that, but keeps going and going. That is life after death.

Today I’m the zombie standing in front of your old locker, as if it’s some underground bunker where I’ll find you alive.
But I know better.
You’re dead, and I’m the worst kind of alive.

People are going through their own version of life and we will have no idea of it. It isn't fair to compare each other's hardship while the situation and the way we handle is totally different.
I never liked someone who dwelt on the past. But this book changed me. Maybe we need to let ourselves grief a little some more before we could finally let go. 

Should marked as the book that I will read again in the future.

Quotes

People are complicated puzzles, always trying to piece together a complete picture, but sometimes we get it wrong and sometimes we’re left unfinished. Sometimes that’s for the best. Some pieces can’t be forced into a puzzle, or at least they shouldn’t be, because they won’t make sense.

Then there’s the kind of zombie I’ve become now: the one who has lost everything—his brain, his heart, his light, his direction. He wanders the world, bumping into this, tripping over that, but keeps going and going. That is life after death.

We were something, but history isn’t enough to keep something alive forever.

The Queen and The Cure Quotes, Review and Excerption by Amy Harmon

#2 The Bird and the Sword Chronicles 

In the beginning, the Creator gave each child a word, a powerful word, which called down a special ability, a precious gift to guide them in their journey through their world. One son was given the word change, which gifted him the ability to transform himself into the beasts of the forest or the creatures of the air. One daughter was given the word spin, for she could spin all manner of things into gold. The grass, the leaves, a strand of her hair. The word heal was given to another son, to cure illness and injury among his brothers and sisters. Another daughter was given the word tell, and she could predict what was to come. Some said she could even shape the future with the power of her words.

Amy Harmon did it again. If you haven't read the first book of this chronicles, Oh damn boy, you should. And if you had read the first book and considering if you should read the second one, I am saying, stop thinking just read it. The second book only makes you want to read the third, the fourth and oh the nth. 

Kjell (which is pronounced as Kel) - is the Healer, the King's Guard and also is the older half-brother of the King.

Sasha (which is pronounced as SAW shuh) - who is the slave in the Village of Solemn.

“Why?” she asked, and the word twisted in his belly like a sword. He thought he might bleed to death on her floor, confused and wounded, desperate to understand himself and be understood.

“Because I have loved and hated all the wrong people,” he admitted.

“And you don’t know whether to love or hate me?” she asked, her voice almost tender.

“No,” he confessed.

“I have been hated before. But I don’t know if I’ve been loved. I think . . . once . . . I must have been, because I know how to love.”

“Do you know how to hate?” he asked, his voice sharp, ricocheting through the chamber. “If you don’t know how to hate, how could you possibly know how to love?”

“I don’t have to know how to die to know how to live,’ she said simply.

Can you read the second book without reading the first book? Oh, you can. You sure can but you are going to be missed out a lot of good stuff, brilliant stuffs and you know you don't want to. From now on, what I am going to do is praising this book and the author. Oh yeah, that's what I am about do. 

The book is amazing. How the characters developed around each other made the readers touched. 

“You are kind,” she said softly. 

“I am not kind,” Kjell scoffed. 

“And you are good,” she added. 

“I am not good!” he laughed. 

“I have never known a man like you.” 

“You were a slave in Quondoon! The men you knew were not trying to impress you.” “Neither are you, Captain. Yet I am still impressed.”

Something between them is very special. This book will make you smile and cry. Happy and sad. I remembered I cried out a lot. I tagged this book as "ugly-crying" fantasy/romance.

Quotes time!

In the light everything is obvious. There are no secrets. You simply have to look in order to see.

The very best things in life are born of difficulty. Whatever comes too easily is easily abandoned.

I don't want to take another man's place. I want only what belongs to me.

There were no secrets, no sorrows, nothing hidden, nothing lost. They saw not what would be or what had been, but only what was. She saw him. He saw her. And they saw nothing else.

Going Under Quotes, Excerption and Review by S. Walden

It starts as a mystery.
Brooklyn, with a purpose to revenge her best friend's death, the story started out like that. She has to make a choice between the new guy she saw at her friend's Beth's funeral or the guy she set out as her goal to revenge Beth's death.

The sure thing about this book is that... it is a PAGE TURNER.
You just wanna keep wanting to know what will happen next. And next. And then next.

Well, the plot is not that much mysterious even I called it a Mystery. The most beautiful mystery in Going Under is;

Ryan Foster : The Funeral Guy (That's what Brooke called him anyway and it suits his mysterious appearance and personality so... be it)

Suddenly I looked over at Ryan. I remembered Cal’s warning to me in the gym, to stay away from Ryan because he was crazy. What happened to Ryan? Obviously it had something to do with Cal. 
My mind raced in that moment,...
...My mind was reeling by this point, and it took me a long time to hear Cal’s voice in the distance working to get my attention.
“Brooke!” he said. “Damn girl, where’d you go?”
I shook my head...

Terry : The Main Chef of the restaurant that Brooke works as a waitress
Actually, Terry is so very big Bro. He is very protective and very likable character in Going Under.

He smirked. “I’m not going to school for an English degree, Wright.”
“You’re going to school?” I asked. I was shocked. I thought Terry made being head chef at Patricia’s Diner his career choice. He was thirty-six, after all.
“You’re such a brat. I’m going to school for computer programming,” he replied. 
“What? You thought I had plans to work at a diner for the rest of my life?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You make one hell of a pie.”
“Whatevs. I don’t need this place. Once I’m through with school I’ll be rolling in the dough.” He laughed at his own pun.
Suddenly I had a thought. “So I guess you’re pretty savvy with computers and all.”
“Duh.”
“And I’m assuming most of your classmates are pretty savvy, too?”
“Most people go to school for what they’re good at,” Terry replied patiently.
I tried for casualness. “Know any hackers?”
“Huh?”
I thought better. “Um, never mind,” and went back to wiping down the table.
“No, not ‘never mind’. Why do you need a hacker?” He leaned into the table, eyes glittering with mischief. “So there is a little bad girl in you after all.”
My face flushed crimson, and he saw.
“Okay, Wright. Spill it. Who do you wanna spy on?”
“Nobody.”
“Bullshit. What if I told you I did know a hacker?”
“Are you messing with me?” I asked.”
“No.”
“Okay, who is it?”
Terry leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. He looked up at the ceiling. “Yours truly.”

If I said too much, it would ruin the fun. So, it will be better for just go and read it for yourself. Trust me, you would see the friendship, the betrayal, the revenge and the romance to spice the things up. So, it is absolutely a good read. 

Quotes to enjoy =)

I’m talking about the kind of indignity that changes you as a person, makes you withdraw, hide from the world because suddenly it’s turned into something frightening—full of dark corners and monsters.

I don't know. It's the world we live in, I guess. Some things will never be fair.

People take advantage of good people. That's what I mean. So don't be a sucker.

Oil paints were wiser to the human condition, understanding our imperfections and giving us enough time to rework ourselves until we made things right.

Captive Prince Trilogy Review, Excerption, Quote by C.S. Pacat

Before saying anything about the series, I would like to say 'if you have anything against man/man romance' please skip the review and this series. 

Akielos and Vere, two Kingdoms at odds.

Damianos, Prince of Akielos was sold to Laurent, the Prince of Vere after betrayed by Kastor (his own half brother) in Akielos as Damen. 

Laurent doesn't know the slave was the future King of Akielos. Not that it would make a difference if he knew. It would be worse if he knew. Because Prince of Akielos is the very one who killed his one and only brother.
Their future was doomed even from the start. Maybe that's why I love the series. (Me, a sucker for forbidden love) I read these three books in two day without a stop in the middle. The writing is perfect for historical fantasy.
When Damen is straightforward and bulky in kind of manly way, Laurent is slender and sly in a witty kind of way.

Without even a touch, my feelings for Damen and Laurent went uproar. The little short excerption will say it all ~

‘But training isn’t everything. He might have natural talent.’ Damen was silent. To react to these courtiers would be madness;
‘Natural talent?’ said Laurent. He strolled into the gathering. Laurent turned to Damen.
‘Well?’ Laurent said. 
‘Can you couple adequately, or do you just kill things?’
Damen thought that given the choice between the lash and a conversation with Laurent, he might actually choose the lash.
‘He’s not very talkative,’ remarked Vannes.
‘It comes and goes,’ said Laurent.
‘I’d happily perform with him.’ It was the pet with the red hair. Ostensibly, he spoke to his master, but the words carried.
‘Ancel, no. He could hurt you.’
‘Would you like that?’ said the pet, sliding his arms around his master’s neck. Just before he did so, he glanced sideways at Laurent.
‘No. I wouldn’t.’ His master frowned.
Damen was sickened by the idea of some nobleman’s boy offering himself up to be hurt on the assumption that it would play to Laurent’s tastes. Then he thought of all he knew of Laurent, and only felt sicker, because of course the boy’s assumptions were probably correct.
‘What do you think, Your Highness?’ said Ancel.
‘I think your master would prefer you intact,’ said Laurent, dryly.
‘You could tie the slave up,’ said Ancel.
‘What about something small, while we wait for the main entertainment?’ said Vannes. ‘Surely it’s past time for the slave to learn his place?’
Damen saw Laurent absorb those words. Saw him stop and give the idea his full attention, turning the decision over in his mind. And saw him make it, his mouth curling, his expression hardening.
‘Why not?’ Laurent said.
‘No,’ said Damen, a surge in his chest, half-stymied as he felt hands on him.
Ancel was practised, and manipulated Damen expertly with mouth and hands. Damen wondered if he should feel sympathetic or pleased that Ancel was not going to have his moment of triumph: not even half hard under Ancel’s ministrations, Damen doubted he would be able to come for the pleasure of an audience
There was a faint rustle, and, cool as the water beneath the lily, Laurent came to sit beside him.
‘I wonder if we can do better than this,’ Laurent said. ‘Stop.’
Ancel detached himself from his endeavours and looked up, lips wet.
‘You’re more likely to win a game if you don’t play your whole hand at once,’ said Laurent. ‘Start more slowly.’
Damen reacted to Laurent’s words with inevitable tension. Ancel was close enough for Damen to feel his breath, a hot, focused cloud of heat that rolled in place, a susurration over sensitive skin. ‘Like this?’ Ancel asked. His mouth was an inch from its destination, and his hands slid softly up Damen’s thighs. His wet lips parted slightly. Damen, against his will, reacted.
“Don’t use your mouth yet,’ said Laurent. ‘Just your tongue.’
Ancel obeyed. He tongued the head, an elusive touch, barely the suggestion of itself. Not enough pressure. Laurent was watching Damen’s face with the same cerebral attention that he might apply to a strategic problem. Ancel’s tongue pressed into the slit.
‘He likes that. Do it harder,’ said Laurent.
Damen swore, a single Akielon word. Unable to resist the flickering lures being played across its flesh, his body was awakening, and beginning to crave rhythm.

Hot shit, right?
What kills me is the extra chapter at the end of the book, The Training of Eramus. Kallias. Yes, I cried. What Kallias sacrificed for Eramus is just... too much angst.

And the ending... they are about to get CLOSER T__T Dangerously Closer T_T

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Prince's Gambit is the very much heart-gripping continuation of #CaptivePrince Damen followed his master Laurent to the border.

The new journey for Damen and Laurent. 

Laurent stopped being a pain in ass for Damen in this book, more to my pleasure, YES! It is the new challenge for Laurent to rule the people that his uncle Regent let him take to the border.

A new bond between them deepened.
A new experience.

A new sensation 

👉ok, But we might need to talk about Jord and Aimeric. /theirstoryistooheartbreakingIjustcant/👈

Their feelings for each other got more definite. Laurent saved Damen's life and Damen save Laurent from his ruin. They got each other's back.
The war strategy wasn't the book strong points. But it needn't to. The writing covers it all. The writing is affectionate when it needed, descriptive when it needed, short when needed I don't even have the time to complain. I was too busy waiting for Laurent to finally aware and admit of his feelings.A cliff-hanger ending is what awaits at the end of #PrincesGambit and I can't help but start reading the final one as soon as I'm done with second's.

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THE BOOK THREE.
HE KNOWS. (it's a spoiler, I'm sorry)
Heartbreaks and Devastation are waiting for you in this final installment of #CaptivePrince

Damianos of Akielos returned.

You could guess how Laurent would react about this, Like a hurricane, Laurent's love is beautiful but destructive. Laurent was, a cast iron bitch, that it was a very bad idea to get on his bad side, and that as for his good side, he didn't have one. (according to Orlant)

Normally, I won't give the last book 5 stars. It wasn't perfect. How the war ends. The strategy, it wasn't very realistic but... for Damen and Laurent, their love, I am more than ready for give it 5 stars, hell, thousand stars, every god-damn star in this universe.
So, read the book folks, we will know what I am talking about.

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A Thousand Boy Kisses Review, Quotes, Excerption byTillie Cole

SO SPECIAL, as special as special can be.

They met since young. 'Poppy and Rune, best friends for infinity!'
Rune. Age five. From Norway to America. Rune Erik Kristiansen hated to come to America. And Poppy is what made it good.
Poppy and Rune were inseparable. But then, one day Poppy had to leave Rune. Rune doesn't know why. Poppy doesn't let Rune know.

[MAJOR ANGST ALERT]

I warned y'all. So, brace yourself if you decided to read anyway.

Poppy left Rune for two years without a word, a letter but they met again anyway.

“Does it matter?” I asked, my voice low. Poppy’s paper heart was still in my hand, the significance of it almost scalding my skin.
The promise of our lips.
The promise of our halved hearts.
Forever always.
Poppy slowly began to shake her head, but then, shoulders slumping, she nodded once. “Yes,” she whispered, “it matters. It shouldn’t. I set you free.” She dropped her head. “But it does. It matters more than you’d understand.”
She was wrong. I understood why it mattered so much. It did to me too.

Of course, they will re-unite again.

"The universe is right again only when Poppy and Rune got back together again."

What makes this book good is... the writing. It's not the plot. It's the moments of the characters together.
This book is 'bittersweet'. Like I said, you'll get a lot of angst and also a lot of fluffs all heart and flowers and kisses. And you can't describe the feeling after you read the book with words. It's indescribable. I could reveal all the spoilers and plot, you would know the book but trust me, it's not the same.
The writing is gold.

AND THE ENDING... god, the ending is beautiful.
That's all I am gonna give you. You can guess but you'll never know ;)

Quotessss~~~

Why be miserable when you can be happy? It’s an obvious choice to me.

Why must we wait until we run out of time to start to accomplish all that we dreamed, when once we had all the time in the world? Why don’t we look at the person we love the most like it’s the last time we will ever see them? Because if we did, life would be so vibrant. Life would be so truly and completely lived.

A single moment could change the world. It could change someone's life. That one moment could make someone's life, in that brief second, infinitely better or infinitely worse. 

Still Review, Excerption by Mary Calmes

Sivan Cruz and Walter Wainwright

The start is divorce. I like it when it leads me to happy ending so,...
IT is not very crazy reading. So it gets boring sometimes, like when they're trying so hard to focus on not liking each other or not admitting that they like each other.

But I  think Mary Calmes is pretty talented. She knows how to makes the audience excited, the choice of words is very sexy.

The Start...

Once I was on the floor, I had to tip my head back to meet his furious glare. As I was five nine to his six two, it was necessary. “And?”
“Pallets are not made to put weight on.” He gestured at my brilliant idea.
“I tied them up with rope,” I explained, grabbing hold of his wrist to pull him after me so I could point out how I had lashed them together.
“That is not the point!” he said, twisting in my hold so his big hand was on my forearm.
“I—”
“Shut up,” he ground out, yanking me forward.
I exhaled sharply because I had to put a hand on his abdomen to keep from tripping into him, and what I felt under my palm was solid and defined. No doubt about it, even though he was an ass, the power in Walter’s frame was enough to make me drool.


Somehow, they got drifted away. Maybe too much work came in between. Maybe other factors... Maybe it's just people,

Fate comes in away...

“Okay.” I exhaled, supporting my chin on my fist as I took in the sight of him. “You know I miss seeing you every morning.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice sounded heavy.
I nodded slowly, and he leaned forward, closer to me, cupping my cheek in his palm.
“I think you’ve already had too much to drink.”
I conceded that five glasses with appetizers and soup was a lot for me. “Yes, but it’s the truth. I liked being married; I think I’m going to do it again.”
“Are you?”
“Mmmmm.”
“What do you miss most about being married?”
“The sex.”
He choked on his wine.
“What?” I was confused.
“Baby, I will take you home with me right now and we can remedy your sex problem.”
“It’s not a problem; I’m just not having any.”
“Oh God,” he groaned.

It's nice.
It's fluttering.
There's not much in plot but the way Walter loves Sivan is enough reason to read this book. :)
HOPE you enjoy ~

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.”

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.

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!!!