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.

Carolina Moon Reviews, Quotes and Excerption by Nora Roberts

At the first quarter, I was like "what the fuxk was that?"

And after the first quarter, I am already in love with the book to complain.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still.  -William Shakespeare

This is the trigger, I bought the book right after I read the quote and I read a few reviews which were a bit convincing.

HOPE is the very first character the book introduced me, along side with FAITH. Well, Hope was killed and Faith was lost. Technically. Depressing isn't it? Then, Tory, which is short for Victoria.

Hope and Faith were twin sisters. Hope and Tory are best friends, blood sisters to be exact. Hope was murdered by some serial killer. When she was killed, Tory felt it. Felt every bit of devastation and pain while Faith was sleeping, peacefully. 

Well, that's a bit... I dunno, how would you put up with this situation?

And their brother, Kincade, came into the picture.
Of course, he's gonna be romantically involved with Tory.

The story is very interesting... the twist at the end got my mouth-gaping. Nora Robert writing is very smooth. The flow of the plot and everything about her writing is just... perfect. I found myself clicking with the characters just after a few chapters. I can understand the choices the character made and next choices those character would make.

This book contains a good mix of romance, tragedy and horror. It offers readers an insight into several characters minds. This is not the book that could read with little attention. This is the book that compels you to forget the world, you wish you could be in another world where no one else can come between you and the book.

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." 

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

The husband's Secret Review, Quotes and Excerption by LIANE MORIARTY

I know, I know.
I only have been reviewing ROMANCE books and some EROTICA.
Here,
At the start of this book, I thought "why did I start reading this, was I out of my mind?" Because, it bored the crap out of me. I rarely abandon books, I said what I mean.

This book isn't focus on only one couple. It's more like ‘everything is connected’ in an awesome way. Rachel, Cecilia, Tess these three women deal with their lost and their husband, their life which are connecting in a way that is kinda complicated. I dun think I can explain their relation in a short statement nor paragraph. Maybe an essay would do. But reading this book, unraveling its secret one by one is what I called JOY which can only retrieve by reading not by watching the movie or by listening others retelling. You can choose not to read the book but you will be missing out the fun. Because it's brilliant.

One of the woman, Tess, story of Tess is... here we go.

'So this realisation,’ said Tess. ‘This realisation that you two –’ She stopped. Swallowed.
‘We want you to know that nothing has actually happened,’ interrupted Felicity.
‘We haven’t – you know,’ said Will.
“You haven’t slept together.’ Tess saw that they were both proud of this, that they almost expected her to admire them for their constraint.
‘Absolutely not,’ said Will.
‘But you want to,’ said Tess. She was almost laughing at the absurdity of it. ‘That’s what you’re telling me, right? You want to sleep together.’
They must have kissed. That was worse than if they’d slept together. Everyone knew that a stolen kiss was the most erotic thing in the world.
The blotches on Felicity’s neck began to slink up her jawline. She looked like she was coming down with a rare infectious disease.
‘We’re so sorry,’ said Will again. ‘We tried so hard to – to make it not happen.’
‘We really did,’ said Felicity. ‘For months, you know, we just...’
“Months? This has been going on for months!’
‘Nothing has actually gone on,’ intoned Will, as solemnly as if he was in church.
‘Well, something has gone on,’ said Tess. ‘Something rather significant has gone on.’ Who knew she was capable of speaking with such hardness? Each word sounded like a block of concrete.
‘Sorry,’ said Will. ‘Of course – I just meant – you know.’
Felicity pressed her fingertips to her forehead and began to weep. ‘Oh Tess.’
Tess’s hand went out of its own accord to comfort her. They were closer than sisters. She always told people that. Their mothers were twins, and Felicity and Tess were only children, born within six months of each other. They’d done everything together.

SO, her husband and her sister (also her bff: she's introvert so, BFF of introvert means a lot to the introvert). And she moved to where her mother's resided. It's where she met Cecilia who went the same school.
Cecilia, is also dealing with her husband. She recently found an old letter for her by her husband years ago.

And Rachel who can't get over the death of her daughter long time ago which she thinks her daughter was murdered by someone she knew. That someone is also had a crush on Tess, once loved her, now that she is in same town, they are kinda... you know the pattern ;)

Falling in love was easy.anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky

None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It's probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever. Just ask Pandora.

Perhaps nothing was ever “meant to be.” There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit “bendy".

You could try as hard as you could to imagine someone else’s tragedy—drowning in icy waters, living in a city split by a wall—but nothing truly hurts until it happens to you. Most of all, to your child.

A son is a son until he takes him a wife; a daughter is a daughter for all of her life

Here's my favorite, (precious even) one.

Her goodness had limits. She could have easily gone her whole life without knowing those limits, but now she knew exactly where they lay.

You're doing a favor to yourself by reading this book. I promise you AN EPIC ENDING !!! 

Dangerous Girls Quotes, Excerption and Review by Abigail Haas

THIS BOOK SHOULD BE LISTED IN "books-you-should-read-at-least-once-in-your-life". Total page-turner, that's what this book is. Plot? Amazing, Brilliant, Mind-blowing I could not stop using exaggerating adjectives for this book. 

For characters introduction : 

Anna - The main Character
Elsie - Anna's best friend. Anna's partner in crime. The girl who was murdered.
Tate - Anna's boyfriend

It's all Anna POV. Normally, it would be boring if there's only one point of view in the story. The story goes Present and Before. 

How things were simple and good Before and 

How things are complicated and bad Now

ARUBA where they went to vacation, there was hardly ever a case, it was safe island, some robbery, drunk violations... but then, MURDER. No authorities know what to do. There was no vivid evidences. Thus... one investigator Dekker put all the blame to Anna.

THE WAITING
The first round of questioning is simple: “When did you last see Elise?” “What were you doing that day?” “Did you see anyone suspicious near the house?”
They take us one by one into the interview room, while the rest of the group slouches, tired and weepy on yellow plastic chairs in the lobby of the police station as people mill about us in a state of barely disguised panic. We’ve called our parents, stuttered through the terrible news, and now there’s nothing left to do but wait.

Curious... curious... curious is my state of mind at that time. I couldn't wait to know more. I read and read, consume the words, and I turn the page after page.
A few things happened in between. Her boyfriend, Tate family is rich and so help out everyone in the group with investigation but... Anna was...

Trial-After the fight
I lean back in my seat, exhausted. I’m sleeping even worse now, every click and rattle echoing through the isolation wing.
“How can you be so sure?”
Lee gives me a quiet smile, his brown eyes soft but resolute.
“I just am.”
But I can’t accept that, not when it feels like everyone in my life has turned out to have some other agenda, a hidden reason for making me say or do what they want.
“No, I mean it,” I tell him.
“Why are you here? You said it yourself, the embassy doesn’t want anything to do with me. Aren’t you risking a lot, going against them?”
Lee looks down. “I guess I just want to help. You’re stuck in here alone, and what they’re saying about you . . .”
“Why don’t you believe them?” I ask, insistent.
“Everyone else does, even people I thought were my friends. You don’t even know me, and you’re saying you believe me for sure.”
Lee pauses. He’s weighing something, I can tell, and when he looks up, there’s something tired in his expression. “My sister, this happened to her. Not murder,” he adds quickly. “Drugs.”

So yes, the lawyer given by Tate rich family back out on Anna. Her friends were proved innocent. Anna only has her father and her father is struggling. So someone good came out, Lee.

I don't want to reveal much. But don't worry the biggest plot twist is waiting ahead and the big surprise for your enjoying. So get ready (I'm sure you won't be ready for the ending... you can guess all you want but, no... this book is a beauty in century.)

Memory and imagination are only a knife edge apart, and I wonder if I'm making it all up; slipping false memories in among the real ones just to have something to hold onto.

We're all strangers, in the end.

Wouldn't we all looked guilty if someone has searched enough?

Some pieces couldn't be glued back together. Some people weren't for fixing. Sometimes, the only thing to do was burn the whole fucking place down and start again.