Thursday, May 16, 2019

Book Review: Mother's Day Murder by Leslie Meier

Mother's Day Murder (A Lucy Stone Mystery, #15)

Two of her four kids may be out of the nest, but Lucy Stone knows only too well that mothering is a lifetime commitment. At least she gets to kick back and enjoy a fancy Mother’s Day brunch with her brood—that is, before the festivities are interrupted by a nasty scene courtesy of Barbara Hume and Tina Nowak. Opposites in every way, the only thing these mean moms have in common is the need to best each other at every turn, using their teenage daughters as pawns in elaborate games of one-upsmanship

Even after witnessing the women’s claw sharpening rituals, Lucy never expects to see actual blood spilled—until Tina is shot dead on the public tennis court. Now Lucy is determined to unravel the close-knit knot of suspects. But when the threads threaten to entangle one of her own, Lucy will come face-to-face with a killer who has a thing or two to learn about motherly love…

                                MY REVIEW:


Mother's Day Murder (A Lucy Stone Mystery, #15)Mother's Day Murder by Leslie Meier
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I am still enjoying this series. Always a fun and quick read. This time it is Mother's Day and Lucy's family takes her out for brunch. But then they are interrupted by Barbara Hume who makes a scene because someone is sitting at the table her family has sat at every year. The family that is sitting there is her frenemy, Tina Nowak. These 2 and their daughters compete at everything. Not to long after that Tina is shot at the tennis courts. Lucy witnesses it and now wants to know who would do this. It looks like Barbara did it but could she have been framed. Then we take a look at the 2 husbands. Meanwhile Lucy's 14 year old daughter seems to be getting bullied and then into some trouble herself. A Mother's job is never done.

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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Book Review: Indulgence In Death #31 by J.D. Robb

Indulgence in Death (In Death, #31)

NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas must discover who's preying on those who cater to the rich and famous in the new novel by #1 New York Times bestselling author J.D. Robb.

When a murder disrupts the Irish vacation she is taking with her husband, Roarke, Eve realizes that no place is safe—not an Irish wood or the streets of the manic city she calls home. But nothing prepares her for what she discovers upon her return to the cop shop in New York.

A limo driver is shot through the neck with a crossbow. Then a high-priced escort is found stabbed through the heart with a bayonet. Eve begins to fear she has come across that most dangerous of criminal: a thrill-killer, and one with a taste for the finer things in life—and death.

As time runs out on another innocent victim's life, Eve's investigation will take her into the rarified circle that her husband, Roarke, travels in—and into the perverted heart of madness.

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Indulgence in Death (In Death, #31)Indulgence in Death by J.D. Robb
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Roarke and Eve go on a Irish vacation and murder disrupts it. Eve realizes no place is safe. But as she goes back home another murder hits NYC. A limo driver is murdered, then a high priced escort. Eve doesn't know what to think but knows someone dangerous is out there and sure there will be more murders if she doesn't stop it. As another person is murdered she notices that people seem to run in the same circle as Roarke. As she gets closer to finding out who it is then she has to put her life on the line to catch the person.


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Book Review: Fantasy In Death #30 by J.D. Robb

Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)

Bart Minnock, founder of the computer-gaming giant U-Play, enters his private playroom, and eagerly can't wait to lose himself in an imaginary world, to play the role of a sword-wielding warrior king, in his company's latest top-secret project, Fantastical.

The next morning, he is found in the same locked room, in a pool of blood, his head separated from his body. It is the most puzzling case Eve Dallas has ever faced, and it is not a game. . . .

NYPSD Lieutenant Eve Dallas is having as much trouble figuring out how Bart Minnock was murdered as who did the murdering. The victim's girlfriend seems sincerely grief-stricken, and his quirky-but-brilliant partners at U-Play appear equally shocked. No one seemed to have a prob-lem with the enthusiastic, high-spirited millionaire. Of course, success can attract jealousy, and gaming, like any business, has its fierce rivalries and dirty tricks-as Eve's husband, Roarke, one of U- Play's competitors, knows well. But Minnock was not naive, and quite capable of fighting back in the real world as well as the virtual one.

Eve and her team are about to enter the next level of police work, in a world where fantasy is the ultimate seduction-and the price of defeat is death. . . 

                                MY REVIEW:


Fantasy in Death (In Death, #30)Fantasy in Death by J.D. Robb
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Bart Minnock is a founder of a gaming company called U-Play. He goes home after work to lose himself in a game and doesn't come out again. The next morning he is found dead in his locked room. He had been decapitated. His girlfriend is grief stricken and Lieutenant Eve Dallas is trying to figure out who and why. His best friends who also all seem to own part of the company all are devastated. He is liked by everyone and no one seems to have a grudge against him. I think this was my favorite book of this series so far. I liked the gaming concept in this book and all the virtual worlds and V goggles. Also still getting to know all the cops and characters from this series. Even though Eve is a no nonsense kick ass cop she still has feelings and love for her people.

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Sunday, May 12, 2019

Book Review: The Banished of Muirwood by Jeff Wheeler

The Banished of Muirwood (Covenant of Muirwood, #1)

In a stand-alone series set in the world of Muirwood, eighteen-year-old Maia is the exiled princess of Comoros and heir to the throne. As a result of her father’s ceaseless need for authority, she was left disinherited and forced to live as a servant in her enemy’s home. When the king invites chaos into the land by expelling the magical order known as the Dochte Mandar, Maia finds herself on a perilous quest to save her people. To survive, she must use magic she has learned in secret—despite the fact that women are forbidden to control it. Hunted by enemies at every turn, Maia realizes that danger lurks within her, too. Her powers threaten to steal not only her consciousness but also her sense of right and wrong. Can she set herself free and save the realm she loves—even if that realm has forgotten her?

                                  MY REVIEW:

The Banished of Muirwood (Covenant of Muirwood, #1)The Banished of Muirwood by Jeff Wheeler
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
18 year old Maia is a exiled princess and heir to the throne. Her father needs all power and authority so she was left disinherited and was made to live as a servant in her own home. Maia has learned she has magic and must save her people. I loved the storyline but listened to this instead of reading it and got lost a little bit until I realised that she must have been in different realms and she was seeing different outcomes. 


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Saturday, May 11, 2019

Book Review: More Than Words by Mia Sheridan

More Than Words

No one lays open the heart and soul quite like New York Timesbestselling author Mia Sheridan.

The moment she met Callen Hayes, eleven-year-old Jessica Creswell knew he was a broken prince. Her prince. They became each other's refuge, a safe and magical place far from their troubled lives. Until the day Callen kissed her--Jessica's first real, dreamy kiss—and then disappeared from her life without a word.

Years later, everyone knows who Callen Hayes is. Famous composer. Infamous bad boy. What no one knows is that Callen's music is now locked deep inside, trapped behind his own inner demons. It's only when he withdraws to France to drink his way through the darkness that Callen stumbles into the one person who makes the music return. Jessica. His Jessie. And she still tastes of fresh, sweet innocence . . . even as she sets his blood on fire.

But they don't belong in each other's worlds anymore. There are too many mistakes. Too many secrets. Too many lies. All they have is that instinctive longing, that need—and something that looks dangerously like love.

MY REVIEW:


More Than WordsMore Than Words by Mia Sheridan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book wrecked me. If I could give it more than 5 stars then I would. We start out reading of Callen and Jessica when they are 11 and 12. She is reading a fantasy book about princes and princesses and stumbles upon Callen, They both are running away from their family life and they keep meeting back at the boxcar until 1 day Callen stops showing up. Then 10 years later Jessica is living in Paris, which was her dream. Callen is a music composer but they haven't seen each other until now. This book had me laughing and crying and angry at times. Jessica uncovering the story of Joan of Arc while coming to terms of her past and her relationship with Callen. We learn of Callen's past and how far he has come and the demons he must slay. I read this book in 1 sitting because it was that good.
I received this from #Forever for review.


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Book Review: The Highland Guardian by Amy Jarecki

The Highland Guardian (Lords of the Highlands, #3)

The Highland Guardian

(Lords of the Highlands #3)

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He has sworn to protect her...

Captain Reid MacKenzie, Earl of Seaforth, is a man of his word. During a harrowing battle at sea, the heroic Highlander makes a vow to a dying friend to watch over the man's daughter. His plan: send the child to boarding school as quickly as possible so he can continue his mission. But Reid's new ward is no wee lass. She's a ravishing, fully grown woman, and it's all he can do to remember his duty and not seduce her himself.

But he might be her greatest threat...

Miss Audrey Kennet is stunned by the news. First this kilted brute tells Audrey her father is dead, and next he insists she marry. But as Reid scours England for the most suitable husband, Audrey soon realizes the brave, brawny Scot is the only man she wants—though loving him means risking her lands, her freedom, and even her life.


MY REVIEW:


The Highland Guardian (Lords of the Highlands, #3)The Highland Guardian by Amy Jarecki
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is the 3rd book of the series. Captain Reid MacKenzie is Earl of Seaforth. During a Battle at sea he has to make a promise to a dying man. Please watch over his daughter. As Reid is on his way to meet her he thinks he can send her to boarding school and when of age find a suitor for her and marry her off. But when he gets there he is surprised that she is 19. Audrey is so upset when Reid tells her that her father is dead and now she is his ward. She lets him and her dad's lawyer know that she can take care of herself and her dad's business. She is worth a lot and Reid does not want her taken advantage of. There is a man who comes forward to claim he is a male heir and will wed Audrey. But he is nothing but a snake and a liar and Reid and Audrey need to take him down before a lot of damage is done.
Audrey and Reid are meant for each other and it was fun seeing them fight for each other.
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Book Review: Happy Ever After in Christmas by Debbie Mason

Happy Ever After in Christmas (Christmas, Colorado #7)

It's beginning to look a lot like love . . .

As her thirtieth birthday approaches, deputy Jill Flaherty decides it's time to live a little. When she walks into Sawyer Anderson's bar in her sexiest dress, she's not thinking that he's her brother's best friend or about the many women he dated during his years as a pro hockey player. All she's thinking is that it's finally time to confess to her longtime crush how she truly feels.

Sawyer is done being a player on and off the ice. Yet no one in the small town of Christmas seems to believe he's ready to settle down, not Jill, and certainly not Jack, who is determined to keep Sawyer from breaking his little sister's heart. But as Sawyer and Jill's relationship heats up, can he prove that he's her happy ever after?

                           MY REVIEW:  

Happy Ever After in Christmas (Christmas, Colorado #7)Happy Ever After in Christmas by Debbie Mason
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Deputy Jill Flaherty is turning 30 and she wants to get her life in order. Go a little wild. So she has Ty get her all made up for a night on the town in Christmas, Colorado. This is the 7th book in this series and so you get to read about all the characters from the other books become a part of this story. Jill has always liked Sawyer but he her brother's best friend. Sawyer has always been a player so her brother Jack, has always warned him away from her. Sawyer doesn't want to be a player anymore and wants to settle down and he has his sight on Jill. But they end up having to babysit their godson for a couple of days and things heat up between them. Will they finally get their ever after or will obstacles and other people get in the way? I have loved this series from the very first book. 


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Friday, May 10, 2019

Book Review: Laird of the Black Isle by Paula Quinn

Laird of the Black Isle (The MacGregors: Highland Heirs, #7)

This Highlander will risk everything to find his daughter...

Lachlan MacKenzie has nothing left to lose since his wife and daughter were killed. But when a shadowy figure reveals his little girl might still be alive, Lachlan will do whatever it takes to find her—even abduct a lass from the MacGregor clan for an exchange. Being caught would mean certain death. But the laird of the Black Isle won't let anything—or anyone—interfere with his mission...not even his beautiful, stubborn captive.

Even his heart

All Mailie MacGregor wants is to return home to her family. And the Highland beast who captured her can go to the devil. Her plan: to thwart him at any cost and win her freedom. But she never expected to be so drawn to the fierce warrior and the desire in his eyes.

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Laird of the Black Isle (The MacGregors: Highland Heirs, #7)Laird of the Black Isle by Paula Quinn
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Lachlan MacKenzie had lost his wife and child a few years ago and he has shut himself off ever since. But when someone comes to him saying his daughter is alive and they will tell Lachan where she is if he kidnaps Mailie MacGregor. When he finds her and kidnaps her she is hell bent on getting away and hoping her men folk will find him and kill him. But as they get to know each other she understands why he did what she did and he begins to regret the decision he made. Is he also certain his daughter is really alive. They also stumble upon 2 orphans that Meilie takes in. Lachlan is not happy at first but after awhile he starts to become happy and. You know they the 2 will end up together but what goes on until the end had me wanting more of these 2. 

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Book Review: The Whole Enchilada by Diane Mott Davidson

The Whole Enchilada (A Goldy Schulz Culinary Mystery, #17)

Goldy Schulz knows her food is to die for, but she never expects one of her best friends to actually keel over when she's leaving a birthday party Goldy has catered. At first, everyone assumes that all the fun and excitement of the party, not to mention the rich fare, did her in.

But what looks like a coronary turns out to be a generous serving of cold-blooded murder. And the clever culprit is just getting cooking.

When a colleague—a woman who resembles Goldy—is stabbed, and Goldy is attacked outside her house, it becomes clear that the popular caterer is the main course on a killer menu. With time running out, Goldy must roll up her sleeves, sharpen her knives, and make a meal out of a devious murderer, before that killer can serve her up cold.

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The Whole Enchilada (A Goldy Schulz Culinary Mystery, #17)The Whole Enchilada by Diane Mott Davidson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is the 17th book in this series. Goldy is a caterer and always seems to be in the middle of something and stumbles upon dead bodies and gets hurt while investigating no matter how much her husband tells her to be careful. This time one of her best friends dies. She leaves behind a teenage son, who they had just left his birthday party. At first they thought she had a coronary but then discover she was murdered. Then someone goes after the priest and someone who looks like Goldy. Now Goldy and her best friend Marla are reading all kings of notes when the 3 of them used to have meetings after they had been divorced. Was a girls club. Then they find out more things about their friend and things that their friend had been keeping from them. I have always enjoyed this series and the friendship between Goldy and Marla. Also with Julian who works for Goldy.


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Book Review: The Chocolate Bunny Brouhaha by JoAnna Carl

The Chocolate Bunny Brouhaha (A Chocoholic Mystery, #16)

The approach of Easter means a rush of business at TenHuis Chocolade, and Lee  and her Aunt Nettie need all the help they can get to make their famous chocolate bunnies and eggs. Unfortunately, new hire Bunny Birdsong is a clutzy basketcase dropping everything she picks up. But to Lee’s surprise, she’s a whiz with computers and fixing the store’s website so they decide to keep her.

However, Bunny receives a few visitors they could do without: her ex-husband Beau, his wealthy aunt Abigail, his new girlfriend, and her brother all descend on the shop one day and have a bitter argument. Lee hopes they can find a peaceful way to settle their dispute and not bring any more trouble to TenHuis. But when Abigail’s body is discovered in the vacant store next door, it’s clear to Lee there’s a bad egg in her midst. Now she’s on the hunt to find out who it is..

                                    MY REVIEW:

The Chocolate Bunny Brouhaha (A Chocoholic Mystery, #16)The Chocolate Bunny Brouhaha by JoAnna Carl
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is the 16th book of this series. Lee and her Aunt run the chocolate shop in their town. But there is always a murder that takes place and Lee is always the one to either stumble upon it or solves it. While investigating it sometimes gets her into trouble.
This time they are in a Easter rush to get orders done.Their new hire whose name is Bunny is such a klutz that they need to get her out of the candy making business. But she is a whiz at computers so they keep her on to work in the office. Bunny's ex husband and aunt show up to cause her trouble. When the Aunt's body is found then Lee is on a mission to find out who, what and when. 



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Thursday, May 09, 2019

Blog Tour: The East End by Jason Allen





THE EAST END
Jason Allen
Blog Tour Excerpt
After sunset, Corey Halpern sat parked at a dead end in Southampton with his headlights off and the dome light on, killing time before the break-in. As far as he knew, about a quarter mile up the beach the owners of the summerhouse he’d been casing for the past two weeks were busy playing host, buzzed from cocktails and jabbering beside the pool on their oceanfront deck, oblivious that a townie kid was about to invite himself into their mansion while they and their guests partied into the night.
Smoke trailed up from the joint pinched between Corey’s thumb and forefinger as he leaned forward and picked up a wrinkled sheet of paper from the truck floor. He smoothed out his final high school essay, squinting through the smoke-filled haze to read his opening lines:
In the Hamptons, we’re invaded every summer. The mansions belong to the invaders, and aren’t actual homes—not as far as the locals are concerned. For one thing, they’re empty most of the year.
The dome light flicked off and he exhaled in semidarkness, thinking about what he’d written. If he didn’t leave this place soon, he might never get out. Now that he’d graduated he could make his escape by taking a stab at college in the fall, but that would mean leaving his mother and brother behind, which for many reasons felt impossible, too abstract, the world outside this cluster of towns on the East End so unimaginably far away….

If only he could write as he saw things, maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad, though each time he’d put pen to paper and tried to describe these solo hours at the ocean, or anything else, the words remained trapped behind locked doors deep inside his head. Sitting on his heels, he reached up and pressed the faint bruise below his right eye, recalling the fight last weekend with that kid from North Sea and how each of them had been so quick to throw punches…
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A few miles later, with Iggy Pop and The Stooges blaring from his door panel, it made perfect sense to take the night to a whole new level and rob his mother’s bosses before they came out from the city; before Gina came home crying after one of the longer, more grueling workdays; before he joined her for the summer as the Sheffields’ servant boy. Iggy reinforced the necessity of the much higher risk mission—the need to do it now—as he belted out one of his early-seventies punk anthems, the lyrics to “Search and Destroy” entering Corey’s brain and seeping much deeper inside his chest as a truth he’d never been able to articulate for himself. His fingers tapped steadily on the wheel when he turned off Main.
He drove slowly for another block or two, his pulse beating in his neck as he turned left at the pyramid of cannonballs and the antique cannon on the edge of town. A couple blocks later, he downshifted around the bend, rolled to a stop and parked beside a wooded section of Gin Lane. From there he didn’t hesitate at all. He hustled along the grass bordering the roadside, past hedgerows and closed gates and dark driveways, until the Sheffields’ driveway came into view. A life-size pair of stone lions sat atop wide stone bases and bookended the entrance, two males with full manes and the house number chiseled onto their chests. Corey knew the lions held a double meaning. His mom’s boss put these statues out here partly because they looked imposing, the type of decorations kings used to choose, but also because they stood as symbols of August birthdays, the same astrological sign as Mr. Sheffield’s first name—Leo.
He stood still for a moment, looking between the bars of the tall iron gates crowned with spikes. Beginning tomorrow morning, and then all throughout Memorial Day weekend— just as he had the past few summers—he’d spend long days working there. Gina would be so pissed if she could see him now. She’d at least threaten to disown him if she ever found out he’d broken in, but that would be a hollow threat anyway, and he’d already convinced himself that she’d never know. The Sheffields should have paid her more to begin with, even if she didn’t have a deadbeat husband like Ray pissing her meager savings away on his court fees and gambling debts. But the memory that sealed Corey’s decision tonight had been replaying in his mind for almost a year—the dinner party last summer, when Sheila Sheffield yelled at his mom right in front of him and about ten guests, berating her for accidentally dropping a crystal chalice that she said cost more than Gina’s yearly salary. While Leo and the grown Sheffield kids looked on dumbly and didn’t bother to make a peep, Corey had followed Gina into the kitchen and stood a few feet away from her, unable to think of what to say to console her while she cried. Ever since then, he’d wanted to get back at them all.
Fuck these people, he thought.
He would rob them, and smash some windows on his way out so they wouldn’t suspect anyone who worked there. All he had to do was make sure not to leave any evidence behind, definitely no fingerprints, and he’d take the extra precaution of scaling the gates rather than punching in the code.
He wriggled his fingers into his gloves. Crickets chirped away in the shadows, his only witnesses as he looked over each shoulder and back through the bars. He let out a long breath. Then he gripped the wrought iron and started to climb.
Moonlight splintered between the old oak branches and cut across his body like blades. It took only a few seconds to grapple up the bars, though a bit longer to ease over the spear-like tips while he tried to shut out a nightmare image of one of them skewering his crotch. Relieved when his legs reached the other side unharmed, he shimmied down the bars like a monkey and dropped, suddenly hidden from the outside world by the thick hedge wall. Poised on one knee, he turned to his left and scanned the distant mansion’s dark windows, the eaves and gables. The perfectly manicured lawn stretched for acres in all directions, a few giant oaks with thick limbs and gnarled trunks the only natural features between the faraway pines along the property line and a constellation of sculptures. A scattered squad of bronze chess pieces stood as tall as real-life soldiers, with two much larger pieces towering behind them—a three-ton slab of quartz sitting atop a steel column and a bright yellow Keith Haring dog in mid stomp on its hind legs, each the size of an upended school bus or the wing of a 747, all the sculptures throwing sharp shadows across the lawn when Corey rose to his feet, leapt forward and ran toward the Sheffields’ sprawling vacation home.
His sneakers crunched along the pebble driveway, his steps way too loud against the quiet until he made it across the deeper bed of beach stones in the wide parking area and passed through an ivy-covered archway, still at top speed while he followed the curved path of slate down a gentle slope, and then pulled up at the corner of the porch. Breathing heavily, he grappled up the post and high-stepped onto the railing, wiping sweat from his forehead when he turned to face Agawam Lake. The moon’s light came ladling down onto the water like milk and trailed into the darkness of the far shore, while in the reeds beside the nearest willow tree a pair of swans sat still as porcelain, sleeping with their bills tucked at their breasts.
No one will know, he thought. The crickets kept making a soft racket in the shadows. The swans seemed like another good omen. But then a light went on inside one of the mansions directly across the water, and Corey pulled his body up from the railing, thinking he should get inside before someone saw him. He quickly scaled the corner porch beam and trellis while trying to avoid the roses’ thorns, even as they snagged his sleeves and pant legs. Then, like a practiced rock climber, in one fluid motion he hoisted himself from the second-story roof up to the third-floor gable. He crouched there, looking, listening. The house across the water with the light on was too far away to know for sure, but he didn’t see any obvious signs of anyone watching from the picture windows. Probably just some insomniac millionaire sipping whiskey and checking the numbers of a stock exchange on the other side of the world.
Confident that he should press on, Corey half stood from his crouch and took the putty knife from his back pocket to pry open the third-story bathroom window, the one he’d left unlatched the previous day when he’d come there with his mother. The old window sash fought him with a friction of wood on wood, but after straining for a few seconds he managed to shove the bottom section flush with the top, and was struck immediately by the smells of Gina’s recent cleaning— ammonia, lemon and jasmine, the chemical blend of a freshly scoured hospital room. Balanced at the angle of the roof, he stared down at the neighboring properties once more. Still no sounds, no lights, no signs that anyone had called the cops, so he turned and stretched his arms through the window and shimmied down until he felt the toilet lid with both gloved hands and his sneakers left the shingles, all his weight sliding against the sill as he wriggled in.
Although he hadn’t been sure whether he’d ever go through with it, he’d plotted this burglary for weeks, the original iteration coming to him during Labor Day weekend last year. The first step had been to ask Gina if he could clean the Sheffield house with her for a few extra bucks before the summer season began. She’d raised an eyebrow but agreed, approving at least of her teenager’s out-of-character desire to work, and throughout the past week, whenever she’d left him to dust and vacuum the third floor, he’d had his chance to run recon and plan the point of entry. He knew she wouldn’t bother to check the latch on a closed window three stories off the ground, not after she’d scrubbed and ironed and Pledged all day. And more important, by then he knew those upper-floor windows had no seal-break sensors. He knew this because a few days earlier he’d left this very same window open before Gina armed the alarm, and afterward nothing happened—no blaring sounds before they pulled away, no call or drive-by from a security officer. So tonight, again, the security company wouldn’t see any flashing red lights on their computer screens. Not yet anyway, not until he smashed a window downstairs and staged a sloppy burglary scene on his way out.
Despite knowing that nobody would be out till Friday, his footsteps were all toe as he crept from the dark bathroom and into the hazy bluish hall, and yet, even with all this effort to tread lightly, the old floorboards still strained and creaked each time his sneakers pressed down. Trailing away from him, a black-and-white series of Ansel Adams photos hung in perfect rows, one on either side of the hall, hundreds of birch trees encased in glass coverings that Corey had just recently Windexed and wiped. Every table surface and light fixture and the entire length of the floor gleamed, immaculate, too clean to imagine the Sheffields had ever even set foot in here, let alone lived here for part of the year. He’d always felt the house had a certain coldness to it, and thought so again now, even though it had to be damn near eighty degrees inside with all the windows closed.
After slowly stepping down one set of stairs, Corey skulked along the second-floor hall, past the doorway to Mr. and Mrs. Sheffields’ master bedroom and then past Andy’s and Clay’s rooms, deciding to browse Tiffany’s bedroom first, his favorite room in the house. The Sheffields’ only daughter had a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf full of hardcover novels, stage plays and poetry collections, a Super 8 projector, stacked film reels and three antique cameras. He’d spent as much time as possible in this room during his previous workdays, mainly staring at the paintings mounted on three of the walls, and now lingered once more looking at each textured image, surprised all over again that a rich girl had painted these shades of pain, these somber expressions on the faces of dirty figures in shabby clothes, compositions of suffering he’d have expected from a city artist teetering between a rat-hole apartment and a cardboard box in an alley. They all had something, that’s for sure, but one portrait had always spoken to him much more than any of the others. He stood before it and freed it from its hook.
At the window he noticed the light had gone off at the mansion across the lake and figured the insomniac must have drunk enough for sleep. Although he knew he shouldn’t, he flicked on Tiffany’s bedside table light to get a better look at the girl in the painting, her brown eyes, full lips, caramel skin, her black hair flowing down to divots between her collarbone and chest. He knew Tiffany had painted it, but also that it wasn’t a self-portrait. She looked nothing like the girl she’d painted. Anorexically skinny, Tiffany had dyed-blond hair and usually wore too much makeup. In one photo with her parents and two older brothers, while the rest of the family had dressed in country club attire, she had on a tank top and frayed jean shorts, dark sunglasses, the only one of them with any tattoos, the only one barefoot on the grass.
Corey searched her shelves until he found the photo of Tiffany’s best friend, the girl from the painting, Angelique. He’d seen her at the estate plenty during the previous summers, and last Labor Day weekend they’d talked many times, their conversations lasting longer and seeming to have more depth until finally he summoned the courage to ask her out. Her long pause had made him wish he could disappear, and then those four awful words, I have a boyfriend, had knocked the wind out of him just before he nodded with his eyes to the ground and walked away. Reliving the disappointment, he killed the lamplight and lay on the bed with her photo on his chest, and then, stupidly, closed his eyes…


Excerpted from The East End by Jason Allen, Copyright © 2019 by Jason Allen. Published by Park Row Books. 








MY REVIEW: 4 out of 5 stars


I kept hemming and hawwing to rate this a 3 or a 4. I liked the writing and the characters to a certain point. This is a book of scandal in the hamptons of the wealthy. Drugs and alcohol play a big part as well. Corey is young adult who breaks into the mansions of the wealthy just for fun and to play pranks. He doesn't normally steal anything. His mom works for a family who owns a mansion and she is an alcoholic living in a miserable marriage and trying to get out of it. One night Corey witnesses a death. He knows it isn't murder and it goes from there. The wealthy owner is covering it up and then Corey gets involved. Why it is covered up is beyond me since he his a multimillionaire and lawyers would have gotten him off anyway and it was really an accident. I think because it was a lover and a male is what would have made it scandalous. I found the mom pathetic with her drug and alcohol use. I found the millionaire ridiculous as well and his wife, well let's just say he married a horrible person.
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THE EAST END
Author: Jason Allen
ISBN: 9780778308393
Publication Date: 5/7/19
Publisher: Park Row Books

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Author Bio: Jason Allen grew up in a working-class home in the Hamptons, where he worked a variety of blue-collar jobs for wealthy estate owners. He writes fiction, poetry, and memoir, and is the author of the poetry collection A MEDITATION ON FIRE. He has an MFA from Pacific University and a PhD in literature and creative writing from Binghamton University, and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, where he teaches writing. THE EAST END is his first novel.

Book Summary:
THE EAST END opens with Corey Halpern, a Hamptons local from a broken home who breaks into mansions at night for kicks. He likes the rush and admittedly, the escapism. One night just before Memorial Day weekend, he breaks into the wrong home at the wrong time: the Sheffield estate where he and his mother work. Under the cover of darkness, their boss Leo Sheffield -- billionaire CEO, patriarch, and owner of the vast lakeside manor -- arrives unexpectedly with his lover, Henry. After a shocking poolside accident leaves Henry dead, everything depends on Leo burying the truth. But unfortunately for him, Corey saw what happened and there are other eyes in the shadows.

Hordes of family and guests are coming to the estate the next morning, including Leo's surly wife, all expecting a lavish vacation weekend of poolside drinks, evening parties, and fireworks filling the sky. No one can know there's a dead man in the woods, and there is no one Leo can turn to. With his very life on the line, everything will come down to a split-second decision. For all of the main players—Leo, Gina, and Corey alike—time is ticking down, and the world they've known is set to explode.


 Told through multiple points of view, THE EAST END highlights the socio-economic divide in the Hamptons, but also how the basic human need for connection and trust can transcend class differences. Secrecy, obsession, and desperation dictate each character's path. In a race against time, each critical moment holds life in the balance as Corey, Gina, and Leo approach a common breaking point. THE EAST END is a propulsive read, rich with character and atmosphere, and marks the emergence of a talented new voice in fiction.











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Wednesday, May 08, 2019

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From New York Times Bestselling author Joanna Wylde comes ELI’S TRIUMPH, a new novella in her Reapers MC series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!



About ELI’S TRIUMPH:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Joanna Wylde comes a new story in her Reapers MC series…

Peaches Taylor spent the last seven years slinging drinks and dodging drunks at the Starkwood Saloon. Some might call it a dead end job, but to her it was an investment—another six months, and she’d have enough money to buy the place.

Life would've been perfect if Eli hadn’t come home.

Eli King is ready to settle down. He stood by his brothers when they needed him, paying the price for their freedom with his own. Now it’s time to claim his reward—the Starkwood Saloon. He’s got the cash to buy the bar, the skills to run it, and just one person standing between him and his dream: Peaches Taylor.

She’s been driving him crazy since they were kids, and not in the good way. When she was six, she shoved a spider down his pants. When he was ten, he locked her in a closet overnight. Then she hot-wired his car at seventeen, and things got ugly…

They’re adults now, and the Starkwood isn’t a toy to fight over—it’s the hill they’ll die on. No prisoners. No compromises. No mercy.

Peaches Taylor and Eli King are going to war.

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                                            MY REVIEW:




My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Peaches Taylor and Eli King have been growing up in a hate/love relationship since she was 7 years old. She tortured him when he moved in with her mom and her mom's boyfriend. Gus was Eli's Uncle and had nowhere else to go. We move onto them being about 30 years old and that relationship is still there only you know they really want each other and the sparks between them are hot.
Peaches has been pretty much running Gus's bar for 7 years and has been saving money to buy the bar from Gus. It all would have worked out if Eli hadn't come back into their lives. Eli spent a few years in prison and is now to be back and buy the bar as promised. So now Peaches is furious and you get to see her anger and not letting people get in her way. They are going to war to see who will end up with the bar.
I would like to read the rest of this series to get to know the characters and town better.
I received this from Inkslinger for review.






                                             Excerpt:

I’d earned this bar, paid for it with five long years in prison, holding my tongue and taking the punishment for a crime that wasn’t mine. Gus owed me for that alone. The fact that he’d get a cash payout was just a bonus at this point.
No reason for me to feel guilty. And that was the truth.
Still, I could see how much this sucked for Peaches. She’d put in time, too. Time and good faith. Riling her up was a blast, but I’d never wanted her hurt. Not for real. I cared about the girl. Cared about her a lot.
Too much.
Gus had been weak. I loved my uncle, but he’d f*cked this one up big time. She deserved better from him—and from me. I should be in there with them. Decision made, I reached for the door.
“Get out! Get the f*ck out of here, you lying bastard!”
The door burst open, and Gus stumbled out, walking backward. I caught his arm and steadied him as the slab slammed shut again. I heard the heavy bolt sliding shut, locking us out. My uncle looked at me, then sighed.
“Actually went better than I expected.”
“Glad I don’t have to deal with hiding a body.”
“Not yet,” he replied, then sighed again. “She’s not a happy camper. Probably should’ve warned her that our plans might change once you got out.”
“Why didn’t you? Would’ve been a lot easier on her.”
“Guess I didn’t want her turning on me,”my uncle admitted, surprising me with his honesty. “I knew she’d hate me for it. God, but I miss her mom. Saw her in town a couple weeks ago. It’s been twenty years, and Glory still won’t even look at me.”
Raw pain filled his eyes. I cleared my throat, uncomfortable. F*ck. I didn’t like this. Didn’t like my girl hurting, and didn’t like having to see my uncle like this.
Didn’t like knowing I was part of it.
A loud thump came from behind the door, breaking the moment. There was a crash, and then some kind of tearing noise. Shit.
Some women pouted when they got upset.
Others cried.
Peaches had always skipped that part, moving straight to revenge. Another crash. This one so hard that the door rattled. I pictured her all pissed off in there, those glorious t*ts of hers straining against the front of her low-cut black Starkwood Saloon shirt. My c*ck twitched. Christ, she was hot when she got angry.
Her cheeks would be flushed, and she’d run her fingers through that wild, dark hair of hers in frustration.

Total sex hair.










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About Joanna Wylde:

Joanna Wylde started her writing career in journalism, working in two daily newspapers as both a reporter and editor. Her career has included many different jobs, from managing a homeless shelter to running her own freelance writing business, where she took on projects ranging from fundraising to ghostwriting for academics. During 2012 she got her first Kindle reader as a gift and discovered the indie writing revolution taking place online. Not long afterward she started cutting back her client list to work on Reaper’s Property, her breakout book. It was published in January 2013, marking the beginning of a new career writing fiction.

Joanna lives in the mountains of northern Idaho with her family.