A Love for the Mistletoe, from Joy Penny (A Love for the Pages #0.5)

Hi, there! Welcome to my late review for A Love for the Mistletoe, a short story by Joy Penny that is a prequel to A Love for the Pages ❤ I’ve read this one as soon as I wrote my review for A Love for the Pages, but life has been so weird and rushed here that I couldn’t sit down to write it until today – just as it happens with my poor manga reviews… But enough chit chat and let’s go!

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the story

Two years ago, in a time when there were no internships at the most generous Rockfords’ library, no immediate family pressure for a secure future and no most generous Rockford at all, there was a young couple that sort of started going out in high school.

This is the story of June Eyermann and Sinjin.

And also of the Mistletoe that started the confusion.

You can read it for free on Wattpad 🙂

the analysis

Just remembering that those were my impressions and opinion as a reader 🙂

I was in love with A Love for the Pages [haha], so of course I ran as fast as I could to read A Love for the Mistletoe. It was lovely and sweet, but I don’t like to think about June and Sinjin. This, along the fact that it was a very short story, made it a proud four stars book for me 🙂

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The narrative follows the pattern that we see in A Love for the Pages: first person from June’s point of view. As I loved her, it was nice to be inside her head again ❤ I continue to love Penny’s writing to the core!

The plot was cute and well executed, even with the story being so short. It was cute to see how a lot of things that would unfold later to start. Can we have a short story on the most generous Rockford now? Hahaha!

I don’t even need to say how much I loved revisiting June and her friends again, right? Because I did, haha! Again, just missing the most generous Rockford, but oh well.

If you’re not sure if you’d like A Love for the Pages you’d be insane to be doubting, it is very good or if you want a quick and smart short story with romantic vibes, you totally should head to Wattpad and read A Love for the Mistletoe!

Sorry for the short review, but it is a short story, haha! I can’t say anything without major spoilers, oops!

4star

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That’s it, thanks for reading my mini review ❤ Do you like prom YA books?

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BOOK BLITZ: Tempting the Light, by Bonnie Gill (L.A.M.P.S. #1)

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Hi, there! Welcome to the book blitz for Tempting the Light, first book in the L.A.M.P.S. series by Bonnie Gill! This one is brought to you by Bewitching Book Tours 🙂

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Tempting The Light

Legends and Myth Police Squad Series (L.A.M.P.S.) #1

By Bonnie Gill

Genre: Humorous Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Date of Publication:  April 20th, 2016

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

summary

Bad luck magnet Abby Fitzpatrick gets fired, catches her boyfriend cheating with a mime, and is cursed by an evil genie who pops out of a tampon box. She’s bound and determined to remove the spell, and as fate would have it, the hottest guy she’s ever met is out to kill her.

River Stone, a Cryptid hunter for Legends and Myths Police Squad (L.A.M.P.S.), poses as a sheriff for Abby’s hometown of Haber Cove, New Jersey. He’s out to find and capture a man-eating gnome and bag the legendary Jersey Devil monster. Little does he realize, the woman who catches his heart is the same creature that he was sent to destroy.

Tempting the Light is the first novel in the L.A.M.P.S. series that features hunky secret agents who find true love while hunting and slaying dangerous Cryptids.

Book One: Legends and Myth Police Squad Series (L.A.M.P.S.)

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Tempting the Light is only available in ebook format at Amazon right now, but you can read it fore free if you use Kindle Unlimited services 😀

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And we have an excerpt to prove just how much unlucky Abby can be, haha!

Abby Fitzgerald didn’t expect a surprise birthday party when she got home today. She didn’t expect bold colored daisies or pretty wrapped gifts. But most of all she didn’t expect to find her live-in boyfriend Burt, engaged in a spooge-a-paloosa fest with a chick dressed as a mime. Her crazy old grandmother warned her she would be cursed on her twenty-fifth birthday, but who would have believed it?

Burt slapped his body up against the mime from behind in a vigorous frenzy on the sleigh styled queen-sized bed. The woman’s hands and painted white face pressed up against an invisible window with his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her vertical.

Seeing Abby, the mime’s lips parted into an “O” breaking the sex-me-up red heart painted across them. She covered her mouth with her gloved hands.

Abby stared in horror at Burt with his mouth open and eyes closed, savoring the sheer ecstasy of screwing the mime. Her heart shattered shooting pulmonary shrapnel up her throat. He never looked like that when they were together.

“You’re freaking cheating on me?”

Burt’s eyes popped open, before he leaped from the bed. “Son of a . . .”

Abby dashed into the hallway bathroom, and rummaged in the crowded cabinet under the sink. “Where’s the damn Scrubbing Bubbles? Or better yet, the Borax?” She tossed a mildewed loofa and a half used bottle of honeysuckle hand lotion over her shoulder. They landed not far from Burt’s bare feet.

“Abby, I’m sorry. I was going to wait until after your birthday to tell you.” He placed his hands on both sides of the bathroom door trim and leaned into the room. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m trying to find something to scour the sick image of you and your mime girlfriend from my eyes. Better yet, I’ll get the melon ball scooper.” Unable to contain herself, she whipped a can of lemon scented shaving cream at his head.

He ducked but the foaming missile bounced off his hair-sprayed-until-bullet-proof hair. His nostrils flared like an enraged bull. Too bad that was all he had in common with the animal. “You’re acting irrational. Stop it.”

True. Right now she couldn’t even think straight. “Get away from me.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he said under his breath.

She ignored his statement and shoved his skinny five-foot-four-inch unclothed body aside and marched back into the bedroom.

The mime perched on the edge of the bed with a sheet wrapped around her naked body. She held up both hands in a stop gesture and waved them back and forth.

“Abby. Please settle down.” Burt trailed behind her.

“Settle down? Do you know why I came home early?”

“No.” He glanced at his watch then looked absolutely baffled.

“Because I got fired today, Burt.”

He tilted his head to the side and wrinkled his rather large forehead. “Oh. Well, how were you planning to help me pay the rent then?”

She wished she had a gun to shoot the stupid out of him.

“Get out of my house.” She jerked on the mime’s cover-up sheet. The mime pulled back. Abby yanked again but then let go, the mime did a back-flip somersault off the bed. Her pasty white face popped up on the other side of the mattress like a demented rodent in a whack-a-mole game.

“This is my apartment,” Burt raised his voice louder and pointed at the mime. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”

The mime amplified her smile by pointing to the corners of her lips and twisting her fingers in her imaginary dimples, then she proceeded to skip and do a naked happy dance in circles around Abby.

Abby gave her a shove out of her way. “What the heck is her problem? Doesn’t she talk?”

Burt shrugged. “I don’t know. She hasn’t said a word since we met. It’s one of her perks.”

Abby slammed her fist into the side of her leg to keep from punching the detestable smart-ass smirk that spread across his face. Her fantasy of a blissful marriage and white picket fence shattered in one measly, heinous moment.

“How long has this been going on? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.” She marched over to the closet, grabbed her blue duffle bag, and stuffed a few pairs of her size two jeans into it. She then looked down at his exposed mini-manly parts and raised a questioning brow.

Burt’s eyes widened to a bug-eyed look and then he scattered to pull on a pair of whity-tighties.

She stalked over to her dresser, pulled out different colored T-shirts, and a stack of clean underwear to shove in her bag. She hesitated for a moment. “The other day, I saw you in the jewelry store buying something. I—I thought you might.”

Before she could finish, the mime flashed the back of her hand at Abby. A pink princess cut rock set in a platinum setting adorned the ring finger of her left hand.

Burt sent a reprimanding scowl in the mime’s direction. “It just happened.”

Her heart went numb first, before the shredding feeling of a weed-whacker tore through it.

“Wonderful.” She stormed out of the room and into the kitchen, pulling worthless knick-knacks from their displayed posts and cramming them in her bag. A satisfied smile lifted her cheeks when she held up Burt’s prized Fifty States Commemorative Quarter collection for him to see.

“You wouldn’t dare. Put that back.” He swiped at the coins but missed.

“Yes, I would and I’m leaving you.” She jammed the cardboard display in the duffle, and swung her bag of belongings over her shoulder.  “I hope you have many ugly clown babies.” She slammed the apartment door behind her.

While trudging to her car the whooshing blood of each heart beat thumped like sonic booms in Abby’s ears. She tossed her bag into the trunk and marched over to Burt’s yellow Volkswagen Beetle. She pulled back her foot and gave it a hard kick in the tire. I wonder how many girlfriends he can cram into that thing at one time?

She sat behind her steering wheel in silence. Too bad she couldn’t pull a do-over for the day. Her grandmother must have been psychic.

the author

bonnie gillBonnie Gill grew up in the suburbs right outside Chicago. As a child she loved making up ghost stories at night to scare her sisters and friends.

She writes Paranormal Romance with a twist of humor. When she isn’t writing you can find her on a haunted tour, volunteering at pet rescues, or digging around in her fairy garden waiting for fairies to show. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapter and the Windy City chapter.

She lives in Northern Illinois with her four rescue dogs, a big fat cat, and her ever patient boyfriend who laughs at all her goofy jokes.

She loves to hear from her readers.

Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Wattpad

That’s it, thanks for reading and stay tuned for more news today 😀

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A Love for the Pages, from Joy Penny

Hi, there! Welcome to my first of many reviews for the day! ❤ It’s a pleasure to say that all my book reviews today were very pleasant reads that warmed my heart ❤

Our first star is a book I received from the author herself in exchange for an honest review: A Love for the Pages, from adorable Joy Penny! Thanks so much for trusting me with your work, darling! I loved your book so much ❤

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The Story

June Eyermann is back to her small town life after her fist year at college and she couldn’t be more disappointed. Her best friend, Deana, doesn’t speak with her for months, her classes and subjects suck hard, she had to deal with the fact that her ex-sort-of-boyfriend is her younger brother best friend. Oh, and on top of all that? June better get a job real soon or she’ll be stuck with her stepdad in his company all summer as an internee.

But June is okay with all that because there is one place where no crap can reach her: the romantic classic world. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights are her favorite books ever and always manage to make her feel better about anything.

That is, until she meets Everett Rockford, the oh-so-rich and desirable heir of the Rockford family, that runs everything in June’s small town. The guys seems like a walking Darcy Rochester Heathcliff version of her favorite novels… For good and bad: All the good looks, all the bad traits. Too prideful, too blunt, too full of himself. The perfect jerk.

Only that June refuses to really fall for a guy like that. It’s one thing to read about it; it’s another entirely different to live it and feel his detachment on her own skin.

June just wants to walk away from this dream-turned-nightmare. She would hate to find out if the guy also keeps a wife locked up on his attic.

The problem is Rockford is not going anywhere but after her.

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The Analysis

Just remembering that those were my impressions and opinion as a reader 🙂

I LOVED THIS BOOK SO MUCH! I knew it would be a blast since Joy’s first e-mailed me, but it was way better than I anticipated! I’m not a great fan of first person narrated books or contemporary romances, but this book touched me. It was too close to home, in a good way. I’ve never lived any kind of romance, but I could relate and understand June. Also, I liked her and the rest is history lol If I met a guy like Everett, I’d run like crazy too. And that’s the catch of this book: is mister perfect really perfect? I had such deep reflections upon this story that I often stopped reading and stared to my bedroom’s wall in pure epiphany, haha! I couldn’t give it any less than 5 stars

The whole story is told by June’s perspective and this surprisingly worked very well for A Love for the Pages. As Rockford is supposed to be a walking mystery (and he is), the fact that the reader is kept in the dark along June makes us want to devour the book and understand what the hell is Rockford’s deal. Once again, I have to take my hat off for this narrative style, haha!

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The plot was simple, but full of little mysteries. Small town girl meets very rich boy, doesn’t really like him, spends time with him, starts to like him without realizing and they fall in love. No biggie, nothing complex, but oh-so delightful! I was in a small reading slump before grabbing A Love for the Pages. Now I need more! Lucky me I just found out that Joy wrote a prequel for this book on Wattpad, called A Love for the Mistletoe ❤ Reading this tonight for sure, haha!

Anyway, I lost my track of thought. Point is, anything that Joy writes from now on, I’ll be certain to read. To the characters!

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I loved every single character on this book – especially June and Rockford. June is a cute enough girl that seems younger than she really is, with a practical side fighting her romantic dreams. I related so hard to her that it hurt, haha! She was also small, just like me, oops! She loved the classics and was so clever, but so dutiful. And completely clueless on the right things. I think I’m too besotted with her as a protagonist and my newest bookish bff to judge her, haha!

The same can be said of Rockford. He was perfect on his flaws and he had to back down on the classic heroes catch to have June.

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Also, there were just so many funny quotes involving him. June really will be a wonderful professional on her career, haha! Instead of going on and on about how good the most-generous-Rockford is, I’ll allow June the honors:

“It’s you, isn’t it?” he [Rockford] asks, like I could possibly not be me and confirm my non-existence.

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I haven’t seen a Rockford at the library so far as I know since I nearly killed one.

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Maybe at least his dog will be happy to see me.

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Oh, maybe I should clarify that Rockford wasn’t being sexist or anything. Just anti-human.

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Making sure Rockford has moved out of the way so I don’t have to add “manslaughter of most generous Rockfrod” to my CV, I put the car in reverse.

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He [Rockford] slides his phone into his pocket. “This is a coincidence.” I was thinking more like a cosmic joke, but okay.

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Countless hours spent reading and watching my favorite romance stories, and I just can’t deal with it in real life.

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And now, the mercy punch:

Rockford raises his eyebrows and rolls over, picking up his tablet. “Note to self,” he says, typing something on the screen. “Buy June more books.” I slap the book hard on the ground and tackle him, pinning him beneath me.

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and this is how you get the girl!

Needless to say that Rockford made it to My Bookish Boyfriend list, right?

What I liked about Penny’s characters is that they were all so real. Not even the most generous Rockford was forced. They were natural, funny, boring… Always exactly what they were supposed to be. I just wish I had spent more time with Blake. What a man…

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I think another book deserves to have him as a star. #sutilwish #please

Oh, I admit that there are some loose ends on this book, but nothing that bothered me. And you know what this means.

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I really fell hard for this one.

Anyway, if you are a Jane Austen or Brontë fan, you just need to read this book. YOU HAVE TO.

5star

That’s it! Thanks so much for reading and, once again, thanks so much to Joy, for warming my heart with a lovely and perfect book ❤

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NEW BOOKS ALERT + GIVEAWAY: two more novels from Derek Murphy are finding their way out of the oven!

Hello, good morning! Nice Friday to you o/ (Okay, that was kind of silly. Friday is naturally a nice day just because it is Friday. Ugh).

Point is, do you remember how deeply in love I fell for Shearwater? (No? Then click on the link and read my review ;D ) Well, Derek Murphy is now releasing two other books on March 1st, in the same way that it went with Shearwater. AND I CAN’T WAIT!

The books are called The Scarlet Thread and Orpheum 😀

The Scarlet Thread

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Summary

My name Kaidance Monroe, and sometimes when I touch people, I see how they die. After I saw my little brother’s death but failed to stop it, my parents abandoned me to a juvenile detention facility. I don’t let people touch me anymore. Not my fingertips, not my skin, not my heart. I make my own clothes by stitching together the donations we get; usually a bunch of crap that fits like a parachute. My sweater is a patchwork of different shades of inky, dark squares. I make plain gray skirts that hang to my knees, with cute or funny T-shirts sewed in. They clash ironically with my unsmiling face. My Allstar high-tops are black and frayed, like my soul.

I also wear a chunk of brightly colored legos around my neck. My little brother was working on it the day he died. The day I failed to save him. It’s unfinished, so I’ll never know what it was meant to be. Most days, I just try to get by. But then I got a visit from a cute guy, who tricked me into giving up my secrets. He said I was special. That he needed me. For a while, I believed him. But once I found out what I could really do, I learned everybody wanted the power I possessed. The power to destroy deities. To kill gods. To end the world… or to save it. My heart is torn, and those I loved most betrayed me. I’m trying so hard to do what’s right, but nobody can tell me what that is anymore, and the moral boundaries I’d always let define my life have been shattered. Whose rules should I obey now? Or do I have to make my own?

The Scarlet Thread is a dark fantasy for fans of Greek mythology and Gothic romance. Fans of Fallen and Percy Jackson will be captivated by this mashup of fallen angels and forgotten gods.

To feel the aura of the story, you can read Derek’s first version on Wattpad, here. You can also pre-order it on Amazon and add it to Goodreads 😀

Orpheum

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Summary

I always knew music was powerful. Even though I rebelled against the marathon forced practice sessions that turned my adolescence into a prison camp, there were moments—even in the mechanical repetition of practice—where I stopped being a robot and felt a kind of transcendence, a connection to something deeper.

I wasn’t raised to be religious, but in those fleeting spaces, often between beats in the tempo, my body seemed to go on playing by itself, while my awareness shifted to something greater. Almost like I was outside my body, sitting in the audience, feeling the music wash over me like a pounding surf, telling me to relax.
To let go. To give in.

But that was before I learned what music really was, and that it was capable of more than just pretty feelings and a mystical connection to a transcendental Other. That it was a weapon, which could cause great pain and destruction; that it was deeper and older than humanity; and that there were forces in the world that wanted to reclaim it for themselves.

Orpheum is a young adult dark fantasy romance based on Eastern European history, the myths and literature of Orpheus and Pythagoras’ theory of Musica Universalis, or the music of the spheres.

To feel the aura of the story, you can read Derek’s first version on Wattpad, here. You can pre-order Orpheum at Amazon and add it to Goodreads as well 😀

And now the final blow: Derek also has a huge giveaway to support his lauches!

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In Derek’s own words:

Valentine’s Day! If that’s not the perfect excuse for a Paranormal Romance giveaway, I don’t know what is. I thought I’d do something kind of fun and crazy, so I’m giving away a hand-made, fully custom corset (up to $400) from Versatile Corsets (an amazing, Portland Oregon business). My friend Janet is a “corset connoisseur” – she’ll help you shop. Winners will also get a big package of dark fantasy paranormal romance books I like. I chose them by their covers, rather than theme, but they’re all excellent reads.

There are lots of ways to earn entries, so do as many as you want to – also don’t forget to grab your special link in the “Share this Contest” field. You can share that on social media, with the images down below – you earn more entries every time someone signs up.

Wonderful, righ?! To enter the giveaway, just click here 😀

Seriously, this guy just rocks hard. I can’t wait to read more of his works!

Thanks for reading and I hope you are as excited as I am now!!

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