Chaos and Destiny – Cover Reveal

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Hello, I’m back!! You’re getting a two-fer Today, you lucky ducks. I’m super excited to be a party of the cover reveal party for Chaos and Destiny : Fae Rising #2 by Miranda Lyn. I had the pleasure of meeting Miranda on Instagram through my engagement group, and have quickly come to consider her a bookish friend. Miranda is the sweetest, and is so fun to talk to as I read her books. So a bigggg THANK YOU to Miranda for inviting me to be a part of this process and read the books before they are released. I am so loving in sharing your journey with you, and can’t wait for book 3!!

Today we are celebrating the Cover Reveal for Chaos and Destiny, which is the sequel to Blood and Honor : Fae Rising #1 by Miranda Lyn. Y’all, this cover is GORGEOUS!! I mean, every cover of this serious is stunning so far. This book is now available for pre-order on Barnes and Noble OR Amazon, in e-book, paperback and Hardcover.

If you haven’t read, or heard of this series then I highly recommend picking up the first book, Blood and Honor. Here’s the blurb!

In the land of fae, you’re either the hunter or the hunted.

Ara, a high fae in the Court of Marsh, was trained since birth to kill. When it comes down to it, can she sever the tendrils of her morality and do it? After being taken prisoner by the sea queen, she manages an escape riddled with questions, only to arrive home to absolute heartbreak. Discovering everything she knew to be a lie, she sets out on a dangerous journey to learn the truth of her upbringing. But when the hunters begin to come for her, she realizes she isn’t the only one that will need her lethal skills.

Meanwhile, Temir, a lesser fae in the vicious Court of Wind, hates no one more than himself. Gifted with the magic of healing and therefore protected from the prejudices befallen the rest of the lesser fae, he is smothered beneath the firm hand of the northern king. But when he makes a discovery that could change the world, he must decide, produce the serum and convince the one he is falling in love with to run away with him and his beloved mentor or let fear suppress him into defeat.

One high fae. One lesser fae. One goal. Find a way to fight back.

For fans of adventure, battle toughened fae, budding romance, and glory-destined heroines comes the first novel in the Fae Rising trilogy. If you enjoy authors like Holly Black and Sarah J Maas, you won’t want to miss the beginning of this thrilling adventure.

If you’re on Goodreads, feel free to check out my review for Blood and Honor. I hope you check it out, it was by far one of my favorite reads of 2020, and I just know Chaos and Destiny will be in my Top 10 for 2021.
Lauren Kelsen’s review of Chaos and Destiny | Goodreads

Thank you so much for stopping by for the Cover Reveal!! I hope this is a book series that interests you, I promise you won’t be disappointed!! If you’re on Instagram please stop by my page @booksnbites13 and Miranda’s page @authormirandalyn Tomorrow and give some love! 🙂

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Rise of One -Tour Review

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Hello, hello again friends! Congrats on making it to Thursday aka Friday Eve. Today I am bringing you my stop on the book tour for Rise of One by Dixon Reuel. Thank you so much to everyone at StoryTellers on Tour, and to Dixon Reuell, for providing me with a free eBook copy of Rise of One, and allowing me to be part of this amazing tour! I am so excited to share info and my review for this book with y’all, and don’t hesitate to go check out the other tour stops, as each of us will have some amazing content to share!
Dates: January 31st–February 6th
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Book Information

Rise of One by Dixon Reuel
Series: Blood Brute (#1)
Published: December 15, 2020
Genre: Paranormal Post-Apocalyptic/Occult Fantasy
Age Group: Adult Pages: 353 (Print Length)

Author Info

Irish award-winning poet, Eve Power writes as Dixon Reuel and is the author of the Post-Apocalyptic Paranormal series, Blood Brute.

Dixon lives in Dublin, Ireland and holds a First in History & Early Irish Studies and another First in Creative Writing. She is a lifelong nerd and devoted hobbyist of cosplay, video games, and other surely worthwhile pursuits.Dixon cannot stand monkeys or phone calls, and to receive a phone call from King Kong would definitely be her greatest fear.

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“We have to be very careful, as those who age so slowly, not to fight upon past battlefields. In that, and maybe only in that, are we superior. To hold a grudge for a human lifespan, that is one thing. To hold a grudge throughout the whole of our lives, that would be an unlivable, untenable existence. So, we do not fight on past battlefields. We air our grievances as plainly as possible. We found, after centuries, we could live no other way.”

— Salter, The Chronicler

As zombies roamed, the earth went quiet. It is as if every critter knew that the only way to stay safe was to lay silent.

Rise and his coven were running out of fresh blood to feed on. With only one human – albeit pampered beyond belief – at their disposal, there wasn’t enough food to go around. He must find other human survivors if they want to avoid succumbing to the blackness of oblivion.

When the human survivors he rescued were infiltrated by Warwolves, an ancient order of vampire hunters, Rise soon realizes the danger he brought upon his kind. With the full intent to survive, Rise must purge all threats to his vampire race.

The world, although decimated, is ripe for rule. If he wished to set history on a new path, he must triumph — starting with the rise of one individual.

Will Rise triumph?

Will he fall victim to the brain-dead that abound?

Or will the Warwolves succeed in finally ridding the earth of his kind?

Find out for yourself in “Rise of One”.

“Rise of One” is the first installment of the Blood Brute Series by Irish award-winning and best-selling writer Dixon Reuel.

In this gripping page-turner, readers will:

– Come alive as every twist and turn take you on a brand new path towards a damned world filled with famished vampires and ruthless zombies

– Yearn for more as Rise and his coven fight for the survival of their kind — whatever it takes

– And so much more!

Wow, sounds amazing right? I don’t know about you, but I am a huge sucker for horror and dark fantasy stories about paranormal beings such as vampires or zombies. Never would I have imagined such an amazing story that includes both beings!! This book grabbed me hook, line, and sinker.

Here’s my review!!

My Review –

What an utterly fantastic paranormal Post-Apocalyptic story, containing both Vampires and Zombies as the main species. From the very first chapter I was dazzled by Dixon Reuel’s beautiful writing, and intriguing carefully crafted characters. I simply could not put this book down!!

As we begin, we find out that the human race is dwindling. Rise and his coven of vampires are safe in their compound, or so they thought. We follow Rise as he ventures outside of their compound in search of survivors we discover more about the current state of the world and who the leading factions are. With the threat of an ancient enemy growing ever closer, the WarWolves, Rise makes decisions for his coven that bring us an exciting and edge of your seat story.

Will Rise guarantee the safety and survival of his coven, or will the zombies and WarWolves take over and destroy their existence? Guess you’ll have to read Rise of One and find out for yourself!

Thanks for checking out my stop on the tour. I hope this book sounds as exciting to you as it did to me, I promise it won’t disappoint you! It’s one of my first five star reads of 2021. Before you go, please take a minute and enter the giveaway for a chance to win 1 of 5 ebook copies of Rise of One!!

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Mr. Right Right Across the Street – NetGalley Review

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Hey there everyone!!! Gosh, it’s been way too long since I’ve posted anything other than a blog tour post. I have been seriously slacking, which I feel was the theme for 2020. I’m trying to post more in 2021 and share what I’m reading, so here we go!!

Shout out and big Thank You to NetGalley and HarperCollins UK for approving me for an eARC of Mr. Right Across the Street by Kathryn Freeman. This was every bit a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ book for me! The strength of Mia, our main character, was so relatable and amazing. I felt her struggles and desires every bit as if they were my own, as I also am a single young women of similar age just wanting to be independent and enjoy life by myself. Mia quickly realizes after only a short amount of time in her new apartment, that a very attractive man across the street works out shirtless at 10am every morning! Woohooo!! Show time!!! As you can imagine, the story takes off from there.

My Review-

This was such a heartwarming, cutesy but not over the top, romantic comedy. I loved the themes of someone’s past overshadowing first impressions, and shaping how someone perceives themselves. I also really enjoyed the presence of what a true relationship means, staying and working through the tough times. “I can’t promise I won’t get pissed, but I can promise I won’t turn and run.” I laughed, I gushed, I plotted against the women who made me angry, and most importantly I LOVED this book. Definitely recommend for fans of Christina Lauren.

Thanks for stopping by to check out my review! You can get your copy of Mr. Right Across The Street today, if you read it let me know your thoughts.

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Last Call – ARC Review

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Happy Sunday friends, it’s the end of January and I just can’t believe we are one month into 2021 already! I’m super excited to end January with a review of this fantastic ARC of Last Call: A True Story of Love, Lust, and Murder in Queer New York by Elon Green. I cannot truly express how excited I was when this book showed up in my mail! Firstly, I absolutely LOVE surprise book mail (especially when it comes from Celadon), and secondly one of my 2021 reading resolutions was to read more Non-Fiction and True Crime. So it was actually quite convenient when Last Call arrived. I was immediately drawn in by the cover and back cover blurb, as the Last Call Killer was a serial killer I was not familiar with.

As described by Celadon, “Last Call brings to light the little-known history of the Last Call Killer and the gay men he preyed upon in New York City throughout the ’80s and ’90s. This thorough investigation is beautifully told as a heartfelt elegy toward the men and their lives. You’ll find Last Call is both a gripping true crime book and a human interest story about the men whose deaths were buried by the system that failed them during a time of skyhigh murder rates and the AIDS epidemic.”

My Review –

This was a very interesting blend of the history of the treatment and prejudice of the gay community in NYC throughout the years and how it played into the murders committed by the Last Call Killer and the investigation that took years before Richard Rogers was finally sentenced to two consecutive life sentences. It was a little slow at first, as Elon built the stage for the reader to understand why the first murder weren’t taken so seriously. As the pieces of the puzzle came together I just couldn’t stop reading! I loved the addition of the forensic science, very intriguing! Between the history of prejudice and the AIDS epidemic, the victims lives and the investigation details, I felt that Elon Green did beautifully with his elegy to the lives of the men targeted by the Last Call Killer. This was a very well executed narrative on the tragedy committed by the hands of the Last Call killer and how after years he was finally brought to justice.

I hope you enjoyed my review of Last Call: A True Story of Love, Lust, and Murder in Queer New York by Elon Green, and if this interests your reading palate you will be able to get it in stores or online in March 2021!

Stay tuned for my upcoming reviews in February. I’ll be trying to keep with the theme of romance, in some way or another, in honor of February and Valentine’s Day. I’m really not one to celebrate this holiday, but with everything that’s been going in the past year I felt that we needed more love in our lives. Y’all know I love to read, so I’m sharing that with you. 🙂

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Wrong Alibi – Blog Tour

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Hello again, my friends! Coming back at ya for blog tour #2 of 2021. Man these have been some great reads, and some that I am really looking forward to devouring one blustery weekend here in Western, NY. I started reading Wrong Alibi last night while I lay in bed with insomnia. Man, what a start! Grabbed me right from the first chapter, so here’s to hoping it stays that way. In the mean time, let’s dive in to what Wrong Alibi by Christina Dodd is all about!

Author: Christina Dodd 
ISBN: 9781335080820
Publication Date: December 29, 2020
Publisher: HQN Books


New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd writes “edge-of-the-seat suspense” (Iris Johansen) with “brilliantly etched characters, polished writing, and unexpected flashes of sharp humor that are pure Dodd” (ALA Booklist). Her fifty-eight books have been called “scary, sexy, and smartly written” by Booklist and, much to her mother’s delight, Dodd was once a clue in the Los Angeles Times crossword puzzle. Enter Christina’s worlds and join her mailing list at


Perfect for fans of Lisa Jewell, New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd delivers an all-new thriller, featuring a bold and brash female protagonist.

Eighteen-year-old Evelyn Jones lands a job in small-town Alaska, working for a man in his isolated mountain home. But her bright hopes for the future are shattered when Donald White disappears, leaving her to face charges of theft, embezzlement—and a brutal double murder. Her protestations of innocence count for nothing. Convicted, she faces life in prison…until fate sends her on the run.

Evie’s escape leaves her scarred and in hiding, isolated from her family, working under an alias at a wilderness camp. Bent on justice, intent on recovering her life, she searches for the killer who slaughters without remorse.

At last, the day comes. Donald White has returned. Evie emerges from hiding; the fugitive becomes the hunter. But in her mind, she hears the whisper of other forces at work. Now Evelyn must untangle the threads of evidence before she’s once again found with blood on her hands: the blood of her own fam


Author Website: 
TWITTER: @ChristinaDodd
Insta: @ChristinaDoddBooks


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Man, sounds captivating and like a wild ride right? Also, let’s give that cover a mention!! I get the shivers just looking at it, even though it’s 27 degrees here in NY right now. So now that I’ve hopefully piqued your interest, I’ll share a snippet of the book with you. Buckle up and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times! LOL.

Chapter 1 


 Midnight Sun Fishing Camp 

Katchabiggie Lodge

 Eight years ago


Five and a half hours a day when the sun rose above the horizon. 
Storm clouds so thick, daylight never penetrated, and night reigned eternal. 
Thirty below zero Fahrenheit. 

The hurricane-force wind wrapped frigid temperatures around the lodge, driving through the log cabin construction and the steel roof, ignoring the insulation, creeping inch by inch into the Great Room where twenty-year-old Petie huddled on a love seat, dressed in a former guest’s flannel pajamas and bundled in a Pendleton Northern Lights wool blanket. A wind like this pushed snow through the roof vents, and she knew as soon as the storm stopped, she’d be up in the attic shoveling it out.

 Or not. Maybe first the ceiling would fall in on top of her.
Who would know? Who would care? 

The storm of the century, online news called it, before the internet disappeared in a blast that blew out the cable like a candle. 

For a second long, dark winter, she was the only living being tending the Midnight Sun cabins and the lodge, making sure the dark, relentless Alaska winter didn’t do too much damage and in the spring the camp could open to enthusiastic fishermen, corporate team builders and rugged individualists. 

Alone for eight months of the year. No Christmas. No New Year’s. No Valentine’s Day. No any day, nothing interesting, just dark dark dark isolation and fear that she would die out here.

 With the internet gone, she waited for the next inevitable event. 

The lights went out.

 On each of the four walls, a small, battery-charged nightlight came on to battle feebly against the darkness. Outside, the storm roared. Inside, cold swallowed the heat with greedy appetite.

 Petie sat and stared into a dark so black it hurt her eyes. And remembered…

 There, against the far back wall of the basement, in the darkest corner, white plastic covered…something. Slowly, Petie approached, driven by a terrible fear. She stopped about three feet away, leaned forward and reached out, far out, to grasp the corner of the plastic, pull it back, and see— 

With a gasp, Petie leaped to her feet. 

No. Just no. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—replay those memories again. 

She tossed the blanket onto the floor and groped for the flashlights on the table beside her: the big metal one with a hefty weight and the smaller plastic headlamp she could strap to her forehead. She clicked on the big one and shone it around the lodge, reassuring herself no one and nothing was here. No ghosts, no zombies, no cruel people making ruthless judgments about the gullible young woman she had been. 

Armed with both lights, she moved purposefully out of the Great Room, through the massive kitchen and toward the utility room. 

The door between the kitchen and the utility room was insulated, the first barrier between the lodge and the bitter, rattling winds. She opened that door, took a breath of the even chillier air, stepped into the utility room and shut herself in. There she donned socks, boots, ski pants, an insulated shirt, a cold-weather blanket cut with arm holes, a knit hat and an ancient, full-length, seal-skin, Aleut-made coat with a hood. She checked the outside temperature. 

Colder now—forty below and with the wind howling, the wind chill would be sixty below, seventy below…who knew? Who cared? Exposed skin froze in extreme cold and add the wind chill… She wrapped a scarf around her face and the back of her neck. Then unwrapped it to secure the headlamp low on her forehead. Then wrapped herself up again, trying to cover as much skin as she could before she faced the punishing weather. 

She pointed her big flashlight at the generator checklist posted on the wall and read:

 Hawley’s reasons why the generator will fail to start. The generator is new and well-tested, so the problem is: 

     Solution: Tighten. 
    Solution: Use metal terminal battery brush to clean connections and reattach.
    Solution: Change battery in the autumn to avoid ever having to change it in the middle of a major fucking winter storm.

If she wasn’t standing there alone in the dark in the bitter cold, she would have grinned. The owner of the fishing camp, Hawley Foggo, taught his employees Hawley’s Rules. He had them for every occurrence of the fishing camp, and that last sounded exactly like him. 

The generator used a car battery, and as instructed, in the autumn she had changed it. This was her second year dealing with the battery, and she felt secure about her work. 

So probably this failure was a loose connection or corrosion. Either way, she could fix it and save the lodge from turning into a solid ice cube that wouldn’t thaw until spring.
That was, after all, her job. 
She shivered. 
So much better than her last job, the one that led to her conviction for a gruesome double murder.

 “Okay, Petie, let’s grab that metal battery cleaner thingy and get the job done.” Which sounded pretty easy, when she talked to herself about it, but when she pulled on the insulated ski gloves, they limited her dexterity. 

Out of the corner of her eye, a light blinked out. 
She looked back into the lodge’s Great Room. The nightlights were failing, and soon she really would be alone in the absolute darkness, facing the memories of that long-ago day in the basement. 
Good incentive to hurry. 

She grabbed the wire battery connection cleaner thingy and moved to the outer door. 
There she paused and pictured the outdoor layout.

 A loosely built lean-to protected the generator from the worst of the weather while allowing the exhaust to escape. That meant she wasn’t stepping out into the full force of the storm; she would be as protected as the generator itself. Which was apparently not well enough since the damned thing wasn’t working.

 She gathered her fortitude and eased the outer door open. 

The wind caught it, yanked it wide and dragged her outside and down the steps. She hung on to the door handle, flailed around on the frozen ground, and when she regained her footing, she used all her strength to shove the door closed again. 

Then she was alone, outside, in a killer storm, in the massive, bleak wilderness that was Alaska.

Excerpted from Wrong Alibi by Christina Dodd Copyright © Christina Dodd. Published by HQN Books.

Well folks, that’s all I have for you tonight! Stay tuned for my full review, I’ll have that up sometime early next week after I finish the book. I hope this is something that you’ll want to read, and if you do end up picking it up please leave me a comment to tell me your thoughts! I love to know when someone reads a book I’ve recommended or mentioned. Stay tuned, I have a few ARCs from Celadon and some Indie Tours with Storytellers On Tour coming up. All sorts of awesome books spanning multiple genres coming at ya! In the meantime, stay healthy and stay safe.

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Marion Lane and the Midnight Murder – Blog Tour

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Welcome friends, to my first blog tour of the New Year!! Here’s to hoping for a healthy, happy 2021. Hoping to be able to share a lot of great books with you, and we’re kicking it off with a murder mystery. I am excited to bring you some information and an excerpt on Marion Lane and the Midnight Murder by T.A. Willberg. This is a Sherlock Holmes style murder mystery with a willful, independent female main character. I’m really looking forward to reading this in the next week or two, and of course will share a full review once I finish it. Until then, let me give you a little tid bit.


Author: T.A. Willberg
ISBN: 9780778389330
Publication Date: 12/29/20
Publisher: Harlequin / Park Row Books
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Social Links:

Author Website
Twitter: @Tess_Amy_
Facebook: @tawillberg
Instagram: @ta_willberg

Author Bio: T.A. Willberg was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, and holds a chiropractic masters degree from Durban University of Technology. MARION LANE AND THE MIDNIGHT MURDER is her debut novel and launch of her detective series. She currently lives in Malta with her partner.

Book Summary: The letter was short. A name, a time, a place.

Marion Lane and the Midnight Murder plunges readers into the heart of London, to the secret tunnels that exist far beneath the city streets. There, a mysterious group of detectives recruited for Miss Brickett’s Investigations & Inquiries use their cunning and gadgets to solve crimes that have stumped Scotland Yard.

Late one night in April 1958, a filing assistant at Miss Brickett’s receives a letter of warning, detailing a name, a time, and a place. She goes to investigate but finds the room empty. At the stroke of midnight, she is murdered by a killer she can’t see―her death the only sign she wasn’t alone. It becomes chillingly clear that the person responsible must also work for Miss Brickett’s, making everyone a suspect.

Marion Lane, a first-year Inquirer-in-training, finds herself drawn ever deeper into the investigation. When her friend and colleague is framed for the crime, to clear his name she must sort through the hidden alliances at Miss Brickett’s and secrets dating back to WWII. Masterful, clever and deliciously suspenseful, Marion Lane and the Midnight Murder is a fresh take on the Agatha Christie-style locked-room murder mystery, with an exciting new heroine detective.

Doesn’t this sound like a fun read?! I am sooo excited to read it!! There is something about reading murder mysteries in Winter that I find cozy. Does that make me weird? LOL. Maybe it’s the fact that winters in Western, NY are cold and blustery, so that adds to the mood of the story. Well, now for the big treat!! Here’s a little snipper of the story.


Somewhere in London
Friday, April 11, 1958
11:40 p.m.

Envelope encased, the carrier cylinder traveled through miles of pneumatic pipes from its place of origin to the dark, deep dungeon of the Filing Department—falling neatly from the end of the pipe and into the corresponding receiver box, as if by some magical, invisible postman.

A bell chimed as the envelope landed in receiver box fifty-five.

Michelle White’s eyes shot open as she lurched back from the edge of sleep. She blinked at the flashing yellow light on the noticeboard above her. It was her job to ensure all letters were sorted out the minute they arrived: those that met agency requirements were to be organized by date and slipped into the Inquirers’ in-box for later investigation. Those that did not went straight into the rubbish bin, and those of which she was unsure what to do with, into a looming pile on the desk. But crime and crookedness had been on the decline the last few weeks in London and so, assuming the letter would be a lead on something petty, Michelle White staggered across the Filing Department in no particular hurry.

She lifted the lid on receiver box fifty-five, the endpoint of a six-mile pneumatic tube that fed off from a letter case hidden in Passing Alley in Farringdon.

Envelopes and letters pulled from the receiver boxes were usually addressed to the agency in general: Dear people under the ground, or similar.

But tonight was different.

To Miss M. White, Inquirer.

It was odd, yet she couldn’t help smile at the thought of it. Michelle had once dreamed of becoming an Inquirer; she had come so close to the reality, too. But she was just not good enough. Not clever enough, not brave or talented enough. Not quite anything enough.

Ten years ago, at the age of twenty-two, she’d been recruited from a textile factory where she’d toiled long hours as a quality control assistant. But like everyone who came to work in the sunless labyrinth, Michelle had swiftly and without much consideration renounced the liberties of her previous, lackluster life in exchange for the opportunity to begin a new and thrilling vocation as an Inquirer, where she’d hoped to finally make use of her very particular set of skills.

But things had not quite turned out that way, which is why—instead of scouring London’s streets for criminals and delinquents—Michelle had ended up here, spending her evenings as the night-duty filing assistant in the establishment’s dullest department. In fact, had it not been for her other, far more satisfying role—that of Border Guard, protector of the secret—then perhaps she would have quit years ago.

But now Michelle wondered, as she stared at the envelope in her hand, how whoever had sent it knew where she worked or why they had considered her the worthy counsel of their troubles. She ran her thumb over the words—Miss M. White, Inquirer—as if they might be absorbed through her skin and become true.

For a moment, she was reluctant to open the envelope, concerned it might be a joke. One of the young apprentices playing a trick. She clenched her jaw at the thought, breathed, then entered the letter’s details into the register file: time and date received, receiver box number and her initials. But when she opened the envelope and read the final detail—the nature of the inquiry—her breath began to quicken.

The letter was short. A name, a time, a place and one simple revelation. And yet it unleashed a torrent of angst.

Several weeks ago, something had gone missing from her handbag—something invaluable, irreplaceable, something that might dredge up a secret long since buried across the Border. At first she’d been so certain of who had taken it, and for countless nights thereafter she’d turned in her sleep, anxious the nasty thief would soon come looking for the paired device she kept locked in her private office, and with that the secret would be uncovered.

But if the letter she’d just received was to be trusted, Michelle’s anxieties had been misplaced—the secret had already been discovered. She wasn’t sure how, or even why, but if she followed the letter’s directions, she might soon find out.

Though sirens of warning blared in her head, Michelle had already made up her mind. Of course she could take the letter to someone more qualified than herself, but it had been addressed to her—whoever had sent it had entrusted her with this, a most precious and urgent secret. And besides, as the letter had said, if only for tonight, Miss White was an Inquirer.

As instructed, she lit a match and held the letter under the flame. Once the paper had turned to ash, she packed up her things, grabbed her handbag, locked the office and rushed up the staircase toward the library. She stopped at the lock room gate, far on the other side of the grand hall of glorious bookshelves. The gate was ajar, just as she’d expected.

She stepped inside, pausing immediately as a wave of something cool and cutting passed in front of her, a curious thing. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the dully lit room, at the hundreds of steel drawers, safes in which were kept the agency’s most hallowed files and documents. The lock room, with its thick walls and high ceiling, was always chilled, but tonight it felt particularly so.


Something split from the wall behind her. She turned to the sound but saw only a shadow move across the room and something that looked like a large black box being removed from inside the wall. She hesitated, then moved a little closer. But it came again—a wave of cool air, dancing in front of her. She dabbed her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve; they were now surely playing tricks on her, for everything had turned to a strange blur of nothing. Michelle started to panic, her thoughts as unfocused as her eyesight. Her head began to spin. Her limbs to tingle. This might have been the moment she ran for her life, out of the lock room and away from the evil she now knew had been waiting for her there. But terror had immobilized her. There was nothing she could do to get her legs to move, not even when she heard the rush of footsteps, some behind her, some in front. Not even when she felt the brush of air against her neck.

“What’s happening,” she asked in a staggered groan. “I know you’re there…I know it was you…” She trailed off, the words in her head no longer making sense.

She dropped her handbag. Something hard rolled out and across the floor. She was too disorientated to realize what it was.

In a drawn-out moment that seemed to last forever, Michelle’s senses grew dull and viscous. She could no longer trust her eyesight, her ears. She might have seen an amorphous shape crouching in front of her. She might have seen it lift something from the floor. Certainly, however, she felt the sharp burn of a cold, ragged blade as it sunk quickly and easily through the delicate skin across her throat.

Warmth, darkness and nothing more.

Excerpted from Marion Lane and the Midnight Murder @ 2020 by Tessa Gukelberger, used with permission by Park Row Books/HarperCollins.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that sneak peak into Marion Lane and the Midnight Murder by T.A. Willberg. If this sounds like something you might enjoy, please snag a copy for yourself! Thanks for stopping by, and stay tuned for more to come. I hope you have a fantastic weekend, and stay healthy my friends!!

Positive Vibes & Happy Reading!

The Last to See Her – Blog Tour

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Hello friends! Hope your December is going well, I’ve been super busy but still managing to read quite a bit. Lately with my 50 hour work weeks it seems that audiobooks are my saving grace, but it was refreshing to have the time to read an eBook every now and then. I’m ecstatic to be bringing you this stop on the Tour for The Last To See Her by Courtney Evan Tate. I’ve always enjoyed a good mystery or thriller, but this book makes me want to read more of them. Can’t wait to tell you more about it, so let’s get started!!


Author: Courtney Evan Tate
ISBN: 9780778309413
Publication Date: December 15, 2020
Publisher: MIRA Books

Buy Links: 

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Social Links:

Author Website
Twitter: @Court_Writes
Instagram: @CourtneyColeWrites
Facebook: @CourtneyColeWrites

Author Bio: 

Courtney Evan Tate is the nom de plume (and darker side) of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Courtney Cole. As Courtney Evan Tate, she is the author of Such Dark Things and I’ll Be Watching You. Courtney grew up in rural Kansas and now lives with her husband and kids in Florida, where spends her days dreaming of new characters and storylines and surprising plot twists and writing them beneath rustling palm trees. Visit her on Facebook or at

Book Summary:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Courtney Evan Tate’s The Last to See Her (MIRA; 12/29) is a twisty, fast-paced domestic suspense about sisters, secrets and betrayal–for fans of B.A. Paris and Riley Sager.

Genevieve, a writer, is about to finalize her divorce from her cheating husband Todd. So when her sister Meg, an ambitious physician, has a convention to attend in New York City, she invites Gen along to celebrate her return to single life. It will be a perfect sisters’ getaway in the big city! But things go awry when, on their first evening at the hotel, Gen decides to take a late night walk and disappears without a trace. Eventually she is officially declared a missing person.

Suspicion soon falls on her sister Meg, who was the last person to see her.

Through twists and turns, it is revealed that Meg has been sleeping with her brother-in-law Todd… And then there is a question of a newly purchased insurance policy that just has just gone into effect before Gen’s disappearance. Both Todd and Meg deny any knowledge of it.

But has an actual crime been committed? Can it be proven? And if so, who is really the guilty one?

Intriguing, am I right?! This description grabbed me immediately, and had me itching to get my hands on the full story. Ohh let me tell you, I was not disappointed one bit!!

Here’s a snippet for you! 🙂

Genevieve tipped the courier and set the certified letter on the coffee table.
She knew what it was. She’d been waiting for it for almost a week.
Every day, she’d wondered, Will it be today?
And each day it wasn’t.
Until today.
Nervous energy buzzed through her fingers and toes, tingling through her veins, like ants scurrying in a thousand directions. She paced for a minute, stopping at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the magnificent cityscape lining the horizon. Buildings burst through the hazy pollution, their tips scraping the clouds.
People far below her were bustling here and there, quick to walk, slow to linger. They had things to do, places to be, and she didn’t.
Not anymore.
She ripped open the envelope, pulling the banded documents out, scanning through the words, hunting for the official stamps and signatures that declared this an official act of the court.
They were all there.
This was real.
It was finally happening.
She focused her gaze on the words before her.
Honestly, they were simple.
The black-and-whiteness of them was stark and startling. There were no gray areas, no areas open to interpretation.
They reduced the last ten years of her life into a handful of legal phrases and technical terms. Incompatible differences associated with adultery, marriage dissolution and absolute divorce.
She stared at the words.
Soon, she would be absolutely divorced. She just had to sign the papers.
It had only taken six months of her life to iron out the details. To separate all of their worldly possessions into two camps, his and hers, to figure out who got what. Divorcing a lawyer was the only thing worse than being married to one. No matter that he was the one in err, because he repeatedly fucked someone else, he was out for blood and it took months to sort it all out.
But thank God no children were involved.
That’s what people kept saying, like it was a good thing or a blessing.
But if she’d had a child, she wouldn’t be all alone, and someone would still love her.
She felt like she was floundering. For so long, she’d put all of her energy into a man who hadn’t deemed her worthy to stay faithful to. That had done something to her self-confidence. Something terrible. It wounded her in places she hadn’t known she had, and now she had to figure out who she was without him.
She wasn’t Genevieve Tibault anymore, one half of a whole. She was Genevieve McCready again, and what was Genevieve McCready going to do now, now that she had to stand alone?
She pushed herself off the couch and ran water in her coffee cup. It was a habit Thad had taught her. He hated it when the cups developed coffee rings. She stared at the running water, and then set her cup down.
She didn’t have to do what he wanted anymore. If she wanted coffee rings or tea rings or any kind of fucking rings, she could have them.
It was an epiphany.
She was her own person again. It had been so long since she was a me instead of a we.
She looked around, at the condo she had fought so hard for…the marble floors that they couldn’t agree on—she’d wanted slate, he’d wanted marble—at the modern light fixtures that he’d gotten his way on, at even the tan wall colors. She’d wanted gray.
Why had she even wanted this place?
It was all Thad, and none of Genevieve.
A sense of exuberance, a strange jubilation, welled up in her as she searched online for a realtor and then dialed the phone.
Bubbles of excitement swelled in her belly as she arranged a time for the realtor to come see the place.
And then again, as she stared at a map.
Unlike Thad, someone who had spent years building up his legal practice and honing his networking skills in this one city, she could work from anywhere.
She wrote novels. 
She could work in Antarctica if she wanted to.
She didn’t want to, but she could.
She already had a plan. She knew where she was going, and what she was doing. She just had to have the courage to do it.
She picked up the phone and called her only sister, Meghan.
“Meg, I’m moving home.”
Her sister paused. “Home as in…?”
“Cedarburg.” There was a long pregnant pause now.
“Um. Why would you want to move back to Wisconsin? You haven’t lived there in…”
“In eighteen years. Since I left for college. Yes.”
“I don’t know,” Gen said honestly. “I just feel a need to get back to my roots. I love Chicago, but the traffic and the noise…” She stared out from her twentieth floor windows again. Even from up here, even though the vehicles looked like Matchbox cars, she could still hear the honking. “This feels like Thad. I want to feel like me.”
“There’s nothing there,” Meg said carefully. “Nothing but fields and cold and—”
“And friendly people,” Gen interrupted. “And our parents, and familiarity, and open spaces, and distance from Thad.”
“But I won’t be there,” Meg reminded her gently. “I’m not moving back. I think you need to be near me, Gen. You need a support system. Divorce is no joke.”
“I know that,” Gen said patiently. “I’m the one living it. You’re still with your Prince Charming and point five children living the American Dream, and I’m the one sitting in an empty condo.”
She fought to keep the bitterness out of her voice, as she compared Meg’s bustling, messy home to her own stark and empty condo in her mind’s eye. 
“I’ll tell Joey that you’re counting him as a point five,” Meg chuckled.
“Well, he’s only five, so it’s fitting. I mean, honestly. He’s not a whole person yet.”
They laughed again, and then Meg sobered up.
“Is this really something you want to do?”
Gen nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”
Meg took a big breath. “Well, let’s do it, then. I’ll help you with your condo, and finding a moving company, and looking online for a house there, and hell’s bells, we’ve got a lot to do!”
“You don’t have to help with all that…” Gen trailed off, but Meg interrupted with their life-long pact.
“Sisters forever,” she decreed. They’d used that pact since they were kids. Whenever one didn’t want to do something, the other would remind them “sisters forever,” and they would concede.
Gen realized she wasn’t going to get away with not letting Meg get her hands in all the new plans.
“Sisters forever,” she agreed.
“But first, you promised to go to my convention with me,” Meg reminded her.
Gen hesitated.
“Don’t tell me you forgot. New York City? Spa days, shopping—you need a new wardrobe, sis—and nights on the town. You promised.”
Gen paused again, and Meghan cajoled, “Pleassssse. We need this. You need this. It can be your divorce party.”
“Okay,” Gen found herself saying. “Fine. I’ll still come.”
Her sister squealed and Gen hung up before Meg could get too excited. She was moving away from everything she’d known for over a decade. Even though the world seemed unsettled and uncertain, for the first time in at least five years, she felt at peace.

Excerpted from The Last to See Her by Courtney Evan Tate, Copyright © 2020 by 
Lakehouse Press, Inc. Published by MIRA Books

My Review –

There were a lot of moving pieces to this story, some unveiled slower than others, but all were extremely well crafted. The characters were realistic, some likeable and some absolutely loath some, and the twists surprising! The detail in which the characters were crafted was exquisite, and the plot arcs were creative and like one of those rollercoasters where you start to build up speed to go over the big hump and get a thrill, but then slow back down only to build up speed again for the next thrill. I could not put this book down, and practically read it in two sittings. I am always take great pride in figuring out how it’s going to end, but just could not figure this one out. As frustrating as it was, I enjoyed this story so much more knowing when I read the last page that I had never seen it coming. If Courtney’s books are as good as this one then I’ll be making it a point to read the rest of them.

Thanks for stopping by, and hopefully I’ve added another book to your TBR. You really won’t regret it!!

Happy Reading & Positive Vibes!

River Magic – Blog Tour

#rivermagic #adultfantasy #storytellersontour #irishfolklore #druids #naturespirits #fantasy

Hello friends and Happy Wednesday! Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the US, and my what a strange year for celebrating holidays. I hope all of you who celebrate Thanksgiving are prepared and have your plans safely made. For the rest of you, I hope your week is going well and you are staying happy and healthy. I am very excited to be back with another tour with Storytellers on Tour, as it’s been a while since I’ve signed up for a book tour with them. This time I’m bringing you River Magic by M.A. Phillips, and this was such a wonderful story! Don’t forget to stop and check out the other tour posts, we all have something different, and there is a giveaway!

Book Information

River Magic by M. A. Phillips

Published: October 31, 2020
Publisher: Shadow Spark Publishing
Genre: Magical Realism
Age Group: Adult
Pages: 324

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Book Blurb

Budding clairvoyant Lacey Moran seeks to understand her dreams and find her life’s purpose along the St. Lawrence River. If only her visions of silver arms and Cian O’Connor’s blue eyes were easier to understand! The pieces begin coming together when she encounters a mermaid in the river, joins a group of Druids, and opens herself to romance with an old friend.

Can Lacey overcome her doubts, or is she in over her head?

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Author Information

M. A. Phillips lives in Northern NY with her husband, daughter, and three cats. She is a writer, English teacher, and practicing Druid. Some of her short stories have been published in Stone, Root, and Bone magazine. Her debut, River Magic, is an adult magical realism novel featuring a friends-to-lovers romance, contemporary Pagans, and a vengeful mermaid.

When she isn’t writing, you can find her in the garden, sewing, or enjoying a book with a side of tea. You can read more about her spiritual and creative journey on her blog, or on Twitter & Instagram @ditzydruid

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Author Links


My Review –

I went into reading this really eager for a fun, whimsical, magic story full of Irish Folklore and boy did River Magic deliver! We have a sweet, grounded main character named Lacey, whom we follow through the typical trials of finding yourself and purpose after college. We get a great bit of detail into her past and background that really helps round Lacey and Cian’s characters throughout the story. I adored that it was set along the St. Lawrence River, being a Syracuse, NY native it really allowed me to relate to the small town vibes. I felt that the intertwining of Irish Folklore/Druidry and the judgement and acceptance of personal religious beliefs was well done, and really was a great underlying tone of the book. The growing up aspect was relatable and tasteful, but this really felt more YA or New Adult to me at times. Overall I loved this story, it was charming, eventful and endearing. I am really looking forward to reading the rest of the series!

As a treat, we have some adorable character art of Lacey and Cian to share! I just love it, these are exactly how I pictured them in my mind.

Thanks so much for stopping by on my post for the Blog Tour for River Magic by M.A. Phillips, before you go take a minute to enter the giveaway! Don’t forget to take a look at the other stops on the tour, we each have something different to share. 🙂

Pretending – Blog Tour

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Hello everyone, and Happy Tuesday! I’m back again with a blog tour for a read that, at times, had me laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I’m very happy to be able to bring you my review and an excerpt for Pretending by Holly Bourne. This is a slightly feminist, slight satire and full rom com surrounding a woman’s perspective to men and modern dating. Without spoiling anything, let’s jump right in!

Pretending : A Novel 

Holly Bourne

On Sale Date: November 17, 2020

9780778331506, 0778331504

Trade Paperback

$17.99 USD

416 pages


In this hilarious and heartbreaking debut novel perfect for fans of Fleabag, a woman struggling to move on after a traumatic relationship pretends to be “the perfect girl” in an act of vengeance that goes awry when she finds herself emotionally compromised.

He said he was looking for a ‘partner in crime’ which everyone knows is shorthand for ‘a woman who isn’t real’.

April is kind, pretty, and relatively normal – yet she can’t seem to get past date five. Every time she thinks she’s found someone to trust, they reveal themselves to be awful, leaving her heartbroken. And angry. Until she realizes that what men are really looking for is Gretel.

Gretel is perfect – beautiful but low maintenance, sweet but never clingy, sexy but not a slut. She’s a Regular Everyday Manic Pixie Dream Girl Next Door With No Problems.

When April starts pretending to be Gretel, dating becomes much more fun – especially once she reels in the unsuspecting Joshua. Finally, April is the one in control, but can she control her own feelings? And as she and Joshua grow closer, how long will she be able to keep pretending?


Holly Bourne is a bestselling UK-based YA and Adult Fiction author and is an Ambassador for Women’s Aid. In 2019, she was an Author of the Day at the London Book Fair, and was named by Elle Magazine’s weekly podcast as one of “Six Female Authors Changing the Conversation in 2019”. Pretending is her US debut.


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Author website:
Twitter: @holly_bourneYA
Instagram: @hollybourneya
Facebook: @Holly.BourneYA

Excerpt –

I hate men.

There, I’ve said it. I know you’re not supposed to say it. We all pretend we don’t hate them; we all tell ourselves we don’t hate them. But I’m calling it. I’m standing here on this soapbox, and I’m saying it.

I. Hate. Men.

I mean, think about it. They’re just awful. I hate how selfish they are. How they take up so much space, assuming it’s always theirs to take. How they spread out their legs on public transport, like their balls need regular airing to stop them developing damp. I hate how they basically scent mark anywhere they enter to make it work for them. Putting on the music they want to listen to the moment they arrive at any house party, and always taking the nicest chair. How they touch your stuff instead of just looking; even tweak the furniture arrangement to make it most comfortable for them. All without asking first—never asking first.

I hate how they think their interests are more important than yours—even though twice a week all most of them do is watch a bunch of strangers kick a circle around a piece of lawn and sulk if the circle doesn’t go in the right place. And how bored they look if you ever try to introduce them to a film, a band, or even a freaking YouTube clip, before you’ve even pressed Play.

I hate their endless arrogance. I hate how they interrupt you and then apologize for it but carry on talking anyway. How they ask you a question but then check your answer afterward. I hate how they can never do one piece of housework without telling you about it. I hate how they literally cannot handle being driven in a car by a woman, even if they’re terrible drivers themselves. I hate how they all think they’re fucking incredible at grilling meat on barbecues. The sun comes out and man must light fire and not let woman anywhere near the meat. Dumping blackened bits of chicken onto our plates along with the whiff of a burp from their beer breath, acting all caveman, like we’re supposed to find it cute that we may now get salmonella and that we’re going to have to do all the washing up.

I hate how I’m quite scared of them. I hate the collective noise of them when they’re in a big group. The tribal wahey-ing, like they all swap their IQs for extra testosterone when they swarm together. How, if you’re sitting alone on an empty train, they always come and deliberately sit next to you en masse, and talk extra loudly about macho nonsense, apparently to impress you. I hate the way they look at you when you walk past—automatically judging your screwability the moment they see you. Telling you to smile if you dare look anything other than delighted about living with stuff like this constantly fucking happening to you. 

I hate how hard they are to love. How many of them actually, truly, think the way to your heart is sending you a selfie of them tugging themselves, hairy ball sack very much still in shot. I hate how they have sex. How they shove their fingers into you, thinking it’s going to achieve anything. Jabbing their unwashed hands into your dry vagina, prodding about like they’re checking for prostate cancer, then wondering why you now have BV and you still haven’t come. Have none of them read a sex manual? Seriously? None of them? And I hate how they hate you a little just after they’ve finished. How even the nice ones lie there with cold eyes, pretending to cuddle, but clearly desperate to get as far away from you as possible.

I hate how it’s never equal. How they expect you to do all the emotional labor and then get upset when you’re the more stressed-out one. I hate how they never understand you, no matter how hard they try, although, let’s be honest here, they never actually try that hard. And I hate how you’re always exhausting yourself trying to explain even the most basic of your rational emotional responses to their bored face.

I hate how every single last one of them has issues with their father.

And do you know what I hate most of all?

That despite this, despite all this disdain, I still fancy men. And I still want them to fancy me, to want me, to love me. I hate myself for how much I want them. Why do I still fancy men so much? What’s wrong with me? Why are they all so broken? Am I broken for still wanting to be with one, even after everything? I should be alone. That’s the only healthy way to be. BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE. I hate men, that’s the problem. GOD I HATE THEM SO MUCH—they’re so entitled and broken and lazy and wrong and…and…

Hang on…

My phone.



Never mind.

Forget I said anything. It’s all good.

Excerpted from Pretending by Holly Bourne, Copyright © 2020 by Holly Bourne. Published by MIRA Books. 

My Review –

I was instantly drawn in to this hilarious, and totally relatable, story of one girls trials with Men and modern dating. I was laughing hysterically from the very first paragraph, and found myself sharing a few more chuckles throughout the story. I liked what Holly Bourne did with the premise, using it to shed light on how society has women thinking they need to act in today’s dating world. There were certain aspects of the story that, and maybe it hit a little too close to home, but I felt they were a little over done or too far fetched. I wasn’t the biggest fan of the catfishing aspect of April’s story, as that truly is an issue in current dating society, but that’s just me and my opinions. The ending was cute and wrapped it all up nicely.

Overall I rate this book a 3.5 stars, as I didn’t love it as a whole. I found the humor tasteful, and the heavy subjects well written, but it’s not a book I’ll find myself reading again. Mind you, please take my review and opinions with a grain of salt, as I know many people whom will thoroughly enjoy this story and whom I look forward to hearing thoughts from. I also want to give many thanks to Harlequin and HTP Books for providing me with a free ebook copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Until next time my friends, I hope you are staying safe and healthy and surviving the holiday season!

Positive Vibes & Happy Reading!

Rescue You – Blog Tour

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Hello friends! Happy 7th of November, can’t believe I’m saying that already. I’m so excited to be bringing you this blog tour (so sorry it’s late, I’ve been super sick with a bad sinus infection and unable to read due to vertigo)! I love partnering with Harlequin Publishing and partners to read and review books around their release date, and this one was a big treat. Today I’m bringing you Rescue You by Elysia Whisler. This was seriously the sweetest book ever!


Author: Elysia Whisler  

ISBN: 9780778310082

Publication Date: October 27, 2020

Publisher: MIRA Books


Elysia Whisler was raised in Texas, Italy, Alaska, Mississippi, Nebraska, Hawai’i and Virginia, in true military fashion. Her nomadic life has made storytelling a compulsion from a young age. 

She doubles as a mother, a massage therapist and a CrossFit trainer and is dedicated to portraying strong women, both in life and in her works. She lives in Virginia with her family, including her large brood of cat and dog rescues, who vastly outnumber the humans.


She needs a fresh start. He’s got scars that haven’t healed. With the help of some rescue dogs, they’ll discover that everyone deserves a chance at happiness.

After a year of heartbreak and loss, the only thing keeping Constance afloat is the dog rescue she works at with her sister, Sunny. Desperate for a change, Constance impulsively joins a new gym, even though it seems impossibly hard, and despite the gym’s prickly owner.

Rhett Santos keeps his gym as a refuge for his former-military brothers and to sweat out his own issues. He’s ready to let the funny redhead join, but unprepared for the way she wiggles past his hard-won defenses.

When their dog rescue is threatened, the sisters fight to protect it. And they need all the help they can get. As Rhett and Constance slowly open up to each other, they’ll find that no one is past rescuing; what they need is the right person—or dog—to save them.


Author Website:
TWITTER: @ElysiaWhisler
Facebook: @ElysiaWhisler
Insta: @ElysiaWhisler





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My Review –

I was hooked after page one, but seriously how can you not love a story with a dog rescue? Constance and Sunny were the cutest sisters ever, and a perfect compliment to each other’s personality. Their compassion for others is proven time and again with each dog they rescue, even if the risks are greater and greater. I found it refreshing that they were written as very down to earth and relatable characters, especially with Constance’s struggle with self-image and finding herself. I think learning to be happy with yourself is one of the biggest struggles for young women in our current society and Elysia wrote it better than I could have hoped for! I really enjoyed the slow burn romance, and found it tasteful and absolutely heartwarming. I feel that it’s really hard to write about veteran’s struggles, especially mental health, and this was accurately but mildly portrayed in the story. Rhett is a character that is hard not to fall in love with, so ladies watch out! I’d definitely want him to be my coach! I rated this 5 out of 5 stars and will definitely be reading this amazing story again! If you’re looking for a heartwarming, light romance, overall feel good story then Rescue You by Elysia Whisler is definitely the book you want.

Positive Vibes & Happy Reading!