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.

Before We Were Strangers Quotes Excerption and Review by Renee Carlino

If "Maybe Someday" by Colleen Hoover is my all time favorite, all time No.1, all time on top, THIS book comes in second. I mean by my preference, yes.
I am not comparing. AND there is no inferiority. I'm just trying to tell you how awesome this book is.
The plot is not impossible but could be consider as rare occasion. Really, because working towards our dreams could not be that easy.
This is the story of Matt and Grace. Matt's dad is rich with separate parents, love his mother dearly who was left by his dad. Grace, she was struggling. She got big family. She was on her own, she is 18 and she's already on her own.

They met.

They become friends.

Then, they feel more than just friends for each other.

Without knowing Matt got rich Dad, she loved him. She'd become the precious thing he found from his viewfinder. (yes, Matt wants to be a pro photographer.)

Not  knowing what she felt for him, he acts possessive around her. He'd support her anonymously. To become a cellist was her dream.

“The large box I had brought contained some of my favorite records, books, CDs, and photos. My best work from USC was matted inside a leather portfolio. Grace immediately grabbed it and began flipping through the pages. There were two long, narrow windows that bathed the room in sunlight, illuminating Grace’s face perfectly. It was as if the light was coming from her.

“Wow, this one is amazing. Is this your girlfriend?” She held up a photo of a gorgeous girl with devilish eyes, the curve of her naked body exposed.

“No, she wasn’t my girlfriend. Just a friend.” This was true, but it was also true that she had mouthed Do you want to fuck me? right before I snapped the photo while my friend—and her boyfriend—watched us silently. Like I said, USC wasn’t my scene.

“Oh,” she said quietly. “Well, it’s a great photo.”
“Thanks. The light in here is fantastic. Maybe I can take a couple of you?”

I saw her neck move as she swallowed. Her eyes widened and I realized she thought I wanted to photograph her naked. “Um, with your clothes on, of course.”

Her expression lightened. “Sure, I’d be happy to.” She continued to stare at the photograph. 
“But I think I could model for you like this girl, if it’s done like this.” She turned her green eyes on me. “Maybe someday, after we’ve known each other for a while. You know, for the sake of art?” She smirked.
I tried not to picture her naked. “Yeah, for the sake of art.” And a work of art she was. She wore a man’s white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, with the top two buttons open. Her pink toenails caught my eye before my gaze moved up to the skin peeking out from a hole in the knee of her jeans. I watched as she began to braid her long blonde hair over her shoulder. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and she noticed, but instead of saying something rude she just smiled.”

They were made for each other!!!!! They are what every couple wants to be !!!! 
K, let's just see another piece.


“It was coat weather, and as I watched him from across the street, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack, I thought I could see him shivering.
My heart skipped a beat; I swallowed. He smiled and I couldn’t help but return it, even though I wanted to ask him a million questions I knew I couldn’t. It was his life and we were friends. When it was time to cross, we walked toward each other and stopped in the middle of crosswalk.
“Where you headed?” he asked.
“Dinner.”
His eyes flitted down my body and back up to my eyes. In the three months I had known him, I had rarely worn anything nicer than sweats and ChapStick. There was a longing in his expression. “Let me walk you.” His teeth chattered, drawing my eyes to his full lips and unshaven jawline. I wanted to rub my face against them.
The light was about to turn, and we had to get out of the middle of the street. “You’re freezing, Matt. Just go home, I’ll be fine.”
We hurried across the street, shoulder to shoulder.”
“Where are you going to dinner?”
“The Thai place around the corner.”
His hands were deep in his pockets and his arms were pressed tight against his body. “I can walk you.”
“I don’t need you to walk me two blocks, Matt. I’m fine.”
A subtle grimace flashed on his face and then he took a step toward me, reached his hand out, and caressed my cheek, our bodies inches apart. He released a weak, frustrated breath. “Who’s taking you to dinner? . . . Grace?”
I peeked over Matt’s shoulder and saw Dan standing there, an inscrutable look on his face. Matt turned around and then turned back to me, his eyebrows arched. “Pornsake?” I didn’t like the humor in his tone.
I pushed him away. “Fuck you, Matt. I’m sure you can find something else to do. Isn’t there some big darkroom orgy you need to attend?”
“What?”
“I can smell rum on your breath.”
“So what? I had a shot with my photo buddies. I was coming home to see if you wanted to hang out.”
“I can’t. I have plans. Bye, Matt.” I turned around and didn’t look back.”

When the ideal couple is having a falling out T_T 
But no, that is not how they go separated. They met 10 years or so after (This wasn't the spoiler) 

I don't know what makes you rate the book but for me, it's choice of words and writing. Also obviously cox of storyline. But this could be as any other love story, but not the sequencing of events or the writing. 

The past doesn’t belong to us anymore, and the future is just a fantasy, never guaranteed. But the present is ours to own. The only way we can realize that fantasy is if we embrace the now.

We were victims of bad timing. But here we are again.

And in that moment, you realize how little control you have over your own destiny. From the time you're born, you have no control; you can't choose your parents, and, unless you're suicidal, you can't choose your death. The only thing you can do is choose the person you love, be kind to others, and make your brutally short stint on earth as pleasant as possible.

Poetry is just evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

You can’t re-create the first time you promise to love someone or the first time you feel loved by another. You cannot relive the sensation of fear, admiration, self-­consciousness, passion, and desire all mixed into one because it never happens twice. You chase it like the first high for the rest of your life. It doesn’t mean you can’t love another or move on; it just means that the one spontaneous moment, the split second that you took the leap, when your heart was racing and your mind was muddled with What ifs?—that moment—will never happen the same way again. It will never feel as intense as the first time. At least, that’s the way I remember it. That’s why my mother always said we memorialize our past. Everything seems better in a memory.

I felt it for Grace before I even had a name for it. I might have said the word a million times, but it sounded different now that I meant it. When I thought about what we had, it didn’t matter that it was just friendship. I loved her.

WORTH EVERY SECOND! I PROMISE !!! 

Know not Why Quotes, Review and Excerption by Hannah Johnson

Yes, yes, it's another M/M romance.
And if you're not a fan of gay, feel free to skip this post, the book, the review. But let me say something, LOVE is not about gender. "GAY" shouldn't be the term you use to insult people.

But if you do find offense, I apologize. Let me continue do my job, reviewing the good books :)

'KNOW NOT WHY',,, I'm not sure about this book being a page turner but I do know that I wanted to quote every page of this book. This book is funny. REALLY is. I recommend you to read this because this book let you know that people screw up, all the time but people also forgives and recovers from time to time.

SO the whole plot is how Howie met Arthur (his boss) and denying he is not gay but he's into kissing Arthur and not want to come out to his family.
Not so much of a plot, I know. But you should try this book some times. This book gives you emotions besides humor, believe me, I can connect with the characters (each and every) which is rare. Because normally, good books can make us connect with main characters but not with supporting characters.
Howie also got Amber who is his bestfriend and seemed like she's got a crush on him? I dunno, I'm not sure about that part (yes, even after I've done reading).

Let's see some funny little moments <3


“Honestly, I’ve started to forget that I’m a reindeer, until the little girl’s eyes land on me. I am immediately seized by panic. Somehow, I just know – know – this isn’t good.

“Rudolph!” she squeals, looking up at me with those big eyes.

“Hey!” I say, forcing as much cheer into the word as I can, because I genuinely believe for a stupid second or two that it wil be enough to satisfy her.
Then I start wondering if she’s going to flip out because I talked. Reindeer can’t talk. She gets that I’m not an actual reindeer, right?? I mean, I have a human face!

And then she exclaims, sweet and high-voiced, “He has to ride you!!”

…
I stare at her.


And stare, and stare.

“You have to ride him!” the girl persists, whipping her attention over to Arthur. “He’s your reindeer!”

There’s laughter again, but this time it’s tittering and naughty, and it’s al the adults. I look over at Kristy and Cora; Kristy’s hiding her smile behind her hand, and Cora is flat-out laughing. I do not, do not look at Arthur.
“And then somehow, accidental y, eyes guided by the wil of Satan (or, you know, something else that sucks), I do.

He looks back at me hopelessly. Or at least, I think he’s hopeless. It’s hard to tel behind the big white beard.
“Not right now,” Arthur says at last.
Seriouslyyyyy, I laugh out loud XD Of course Arthur means exactly what he said by 'not right now'. I know what you're thinking because that's what everyone is thinking XD
Eventually, Howie started to accept his feelings for Arthur and try saying except "I don't know"


“I start to wonder what ‘okay’ means. Does okay mean done? This whole thing, is it done now?

All of a sudden, that just seems like the most incredible fucking waste. I didn’t – I dunno, get kissed by a guy and have my whole life turned upside down just so it could all be nothing. Get labeled the side effects of douchey Patrick and Drew Barrymore.

And so, not even feeling like me, I decide to do something about it. 

I look down at the tabletop, and I bust out all the bravery I’ve got, plus more that I definitely don’t got, and I say, “I like you, though.”

It’s quiet for a few searing, excruciating seconds.

“You do?” he says then.

“Of that I am sure,” I reply, real gravely. I’m not sure if it’s jokey seriousness or the real deal. Artie, he doesn’t help me out at all – he just keeps sitting there, staring at me, saying exactly nothing. 

It’s the kind of thing that’s gonna make a guy feel nervous, and eventual y, I add, “Unless you don’t like me, in which case, I’m just bull shitting you—”

“Nikki has good taste.”

I don’t even really know what to do with that completely irrelevant little gem. “In what, music?”

“Cute guys,” he says, all deliberately.

Ohhhhhh.

Well . Okay. I can be down with that.

“Are you flirting with me?” I ask. I’m pretty sure he is, but hey, that doesn’t mean I can’t rub it in.

“Maybe a little,” he replies, eyes all slyly glinting.

“That,” I say, “is real y unprofessional.”

“Of course,” he agrees. He holds up one hand, this ‘my apologies’ gesture. I’d almost think he was serious if it weren’t for the sly eyes and the way the corner of his mouth is just barely twitching. “I’l back off accordingly.”

“No,” I say, a little softer than I mean to. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”

I watch him start to smile as the words sink in. Then he leans in and puts his hands on my face and kisses me. I kiss him back, which is definitely gay. And wouldn’t you know, at the moment, I don’t even fucking care.

You wanna read the book, I know you do. :)
I promised you quotes, so some funny quotes XD

I like my body when it’s with his body.

‘Cause seriously, dude, when it comes to freaking out about you, I am the master. I am friggin’ incomparable, I got mad skills all over the place. And I don’t think this is exactly mutual freaking out, like, I don’t get the sense that I make you want to wither and die and explode. And that’s okay. That’s cool. I’m kind of going through a thing here that you probably went through a long time ago, unless you didn’t go through it at all because you’re just all together, like, you popped out of the womb, all, ‘Thanks for squeezing me out, Mom; no more pussy for me.”

That’s the kinda stuff that you’ve gotta figure out on your own, I think. Soul searching’s one of those things you do alone.

I’ve never been a very lonely person. I’m very good at being on my own. But after I met him, I lost a bit of that. It was like he helped me find some whole new section of my heart, one I didn’t even know existed before. One for just him to fill. And when he wasn’t there to do it, I felt his absence so keenly.

You wanna skip this book? Fine, you are missing out all those humor.

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 !!! 

The Imperfection of Swans Review and Excerption by Brandon Witt

THIS BOOK IS AMAZING ! 4.5 STARS OUT OF 5 STARS.Oh and it's MM ROMANCE *DOWNLOAD PAGE* ;)
Well, of course, personally, I love the book cover. Who doesn't like those compelling eyes? I do!!

Enough about cover, more about insides.
Hey before all this, I gotta warn you that you be patient. It's full of emotions and feelings if you let the book, the words in. Don't throw the book away just because the start is a little slow or I dunno I wouldn't say "boring" exactly but it's a little close? Well, let's learn the characters.

Kevin, a perfect little man with perfect career but he wanted to purse his childhood dream of opening the Wedding Dress shop. He's got two lesbian mothers and a BIG family (not even joking)
And Casper, with the name of ghost, I know but he's nice. He bakes. And he is what he gave example about those who with beautiful insides and no so beautiful outside.

Anywayyyyy, they met.
Hey, I do no believe in fate or whatsoever crap, but their kind of fate is the one I'd like to have.
Kevin is perfect, handsome but sadly, he's broken. You'll learn.
So, the brilliant part is that Kevin found a perfect place to open his shop and somehow Casper is his business partner. Let's read some of their moment.

Walking over to one of the larger piles of rubbish that was still left, Kevin bent and picked up the box of trash bags. 
“Come on. If it gets too bad, you can just do some meditation and make the stench go away. Retreat to some higher plane to rise above it all. Or something like that.”
Casper couldn’t suppress a laugh. “You know, for being so hot, you can kinda be a smartass sometimes.”
They both froze, Casper’s words hanging in the air.
He felt his face burn, and he was certain Kevin noticed. “Did I say hot? I meant short. For being so short, you can kinda be a smartass sometimes.”
Kevin took the out. Thank God.
“Short? You’re one to talk. We are about the same height.”
“Actually, I think we’re exactly the same height.” Casper slipped his heel out of his shoe, using his other foot for leverage. 
“Let’s take off our shoes and stand back to back and find out.”
Kevin’s face crinkled in disgust. “You’re insane if you think I’m walking around here without shoes on. Gross. Plus, I’m not five years old.”

It's when they are cleaning the workplace. They are cute together. I know they are. Casper is a little nerdy and slender and cute kind of guy. He's got positiveness that Kevin don't have.
Oh and, I think I forgot to tell you that Kevin is not exactly single. He is divorced and well, his ex-husband and him caught in the ACT by Casper. (OMG right?)


He’d grown so accustomed to having silence, that at first Casper thought the noises were coming from outside.
And if he were going to be awakened by noises, these were a good kind of noises to have. He lay there for a bit, the sounds making him hard. It had been a while since he’d been involved in those kind of noises. 
For a second, a spike of terror shot through him. Someone was in the brownstone! He shoved that aside instantly, feeling stupid.
People didn’t break into a store to fuck.
Fairly quickly, given the foggy, sleepy state of his mind, he realized who it must be. Though in all honesty, he couldn’t picture Kevin coming to the building to fuck either. Casper had him pegged for a satin sheets and rose petals kind of guy. Newly washed and starched satin sheets at that.
Maybe it was his sleep-addled brain that caused him to choose what he did next. Maybe it was because he’d been starved for sex for way too long. Brent didn’t qualify as sex, not really. Maybe it was just because he could.
Slipping out of the sleeping bag, he tugged up his boxers, felt around until he found his glasses, and then padded toward the stairs. He’d already learned by now which boards squeaked, and he easily avoided them. Same with the stairs.
Luck was on his side.
Casper was able to get a fourth of the way down the stairway, low enough to be able to see through the banister, without being seen.
It took all of his willpower to not gasp.
A blond giant had Kevin pressed up against the far wall. At least, he assumed it was Kevin; the blond blocked all view, save for a smaller man’s feet spread apart on the wood floor and hands pressed against the brick wall.

oookaayyyy!!!! enough with the scene :P
SO, yes, this book is good. YOU should totally read that. It will make you cry at least twice! You can ask why but I won't answer. What's the fun in that right? :)