Maddie is one of my besties and while I will preface this review with one of those ridiculously trite, “I was given this book in exchange for a fair and truthful yadda yadda… cup of sugar, bowl of cherries and basket of kittens. I review books and I wouldn’t give anything other than my complete and honest opinion simply because I have an overinflated ego and enjoy hearing my own witty repartee. Kissing arse and dropping names only takes away from time I can be spending talking about how great the novel reflects on my personality, why would I do that?
So, please, allow me to drop the beat and mark the flow and I’ll catch this rhythm ’cause I’m a mistress of the words and measure, yo!
It’s midnight… I just totally busted a hip-hop line that MCA or Ad-rock would have wrote in the 80’s. I blame the fact that I’m on psych meds (which I messed with my own dosage tonight seeking a little body/mind detachment. I added an anti-inflammatory, Motrin and then an hour and half later Tylenol with Hydrocodone. I’m trying to not feel my fingers or back, it’s selectively working; I feel Jello-ey and mushy–but the hurty parts still hurt. Eff’in arthritis, I wish the person who thought this disease up gets a lifetime supply of stale bread.
Gabriel Dern is a grouchy, unhappy, insecure, and lonely man. The accident he had when he was a teen has made the last fifteen years of his life years that were spent exiled from the community his sister wants him to be part of. He can stay home and feel less alone than he does when he joins the real world and people begin to stare and whisper the word “freak” behind their hands. He likes being by himself on his farm. So when his sister, Lacey, interferes and moves a stranger into the guest house not only is it beyond what he can tolerate, but the new tenants pretty face, easy going, clumsy as all hell personality keeps drawing him to her like she’s candy and he has a sweet tooth. And Gabe already has scars; he doesn’t need cavities.
How many times do I have to say that the Crescent City is one of my sweet spots? I saw the synopsis for this book before I saw the cover and the catcher line for me was, “If she chooses right, she’ll find Heaven in the arms of an angel. If she chooses wrong, all Hell will be let loose on Earth.” –Now me, I was sort of like… why can’t the girl ever get lucky and find Heaven in the arms of the demon? But then I saw the book cover and thought to myself, “Well crap, if all angels looked like sin more girls would be staying away from bad boys.”
What is wrong with this book?
Ella James is one of my favorite authors. I like her Young Adult, New Adult and Adult Romance novels–I don’t think I have ever read a stinker by her. She has dabbled in Paranormal, Sci-fi, Contemporary and Erotic genres; writing short stories, novellas and full length books. Trapped is one of those awesome Sci-fi YA Romances that will have you buying up all of Ella James titles just like I did… and you will be combing the night sky for a Nick of your own!
I had some reservations about a hero named “Bud” but once Jennifer Leeland threw some restraints into the story and made him talk in a commanding voice, I no longer cared what his name was. Jennifer knocked this Space Smut out of the Galaxy and I have no shame in the fact that I feel the need to call her Mistress from now on.
I have been trying very hard to overcome the habit of making quick judgements that my mother instilled in me as a child for sometime. Still, I find they bite me on the patootie and I often have times when I read that I get an impression and think I’ve figured out everything on that first thought and think I can stop there. It takes me a nudge to remember all the times I have made the promise that I wouldn’t be like my mom in quick painting all things black and white before I pull my big girl pants on and step beyond my bull crap. This is how I learned Lost In Me was not The Vow.
This was a naughty little scamper through the horny end of the park if I have ever read one. Don’t mistake me, I enjoyed my lascivious stroll that takes off almost as soon as you walk through the park’s gate. This is the book you will want to read when your man goes out of town. Actually, that is where Finding Autumn begins… when Olivia Redmund A.K.A Autumn Winters takes a trip out of town.
Every once in a while I find that I’m taken aback when I wrongly judge a book by it’s cover and find that my assumption, or perhaps presumption, rewards me with a very generous boon. When I read the synopsis of Craving Constellations and compared it with the cover I let my mind do a good amount of cancelling out. I will not allow you to do the same. This novel by Nicole Jacquelyn is phenomenal, but it has nothing to do with how attractive the cover is; it is pure gold inside it’s the wrapper.