I thought this would be yet another Summer Romance.
In front of my inner eye I was already seeing Olivia Newton-John’s performance of “Summer Nights” in Grease.
At the end of the book I myself was blearing “tell me more, tell me more!” but only because I really wanted Lis Lucassen to tell me more…about anything! Not only about Dan and Lynn. About whatever she wants, because she really has a strong, clear voice I feel drawn to.
I don’t know if I am happy that Max is finally getting some touch from the right woman or disappointed Lexi isn’t going to torture him a helluva lot more. He seems so good at having his world go to sh@t! I actually still feel a little like he deserves some more dark clouds for everything he did with/to Hannah. You know what? I am going to be happy he’s getting his turn because if I know anything about Lexi Ryan books it is that she has to bottom out her hero/heroine until she gives them any light at the end of the tunnel. And if you are paying any attention, Lexi’s Muse, I would really love that at the end of Nix and Max’s story she decides she is a lesbian and he is left weiner in hand yet one more time.
Pu-lease, Ms. Ryan, go nasty!
I’ve had my eye on Kaitlin Bevis’s work for a while – I mean, a book with the title “Persephone”? you dangle that in front of me, I’m a goner.
So when Ms Ali Cat presented me with the opportunity to dive into it, I jumped as high as my little legs allowed me and screamed “yes, yes, yes” on repeat like a newly-proposed to woman in love (or not) would do.
A thousand times yes!
Dir-tay, dir-tay, this book was dir-tay!
Finally a woman who expresses her appreciation for a nice manly ass!
Yes, because Kaci couldn’t seem to be able to shut up about the Evader’s butt and I could virtually see a toned and firm ass before my inner eye the whole time I was reading Dirty Ties… needless to say that I liked what I saw, because it was my idea of the perfect ass and I only allow things I like to invade my fantasy-pervy-time.
“You shan’t judge a book by its cover”.
You hear that a lot – not necessarily in Bible-speech or in a way that makes use of archaic yet elegant “shan’t” – but this is a sentence that everybody has heard at least once in their life.
Wether it’s applied to people or to actual books, I’ve often found this to be very true.
Some books are like those carnivore plants in the jungle: beautiful to look at, lethal when you get near them.
Sorry people, I need a minute. To squeal and reel and make a cartwheel or two I wouldn’t normally be capable of performing. I just feel like euphorically shaking my butt to the awesomeness that is Color me Crazy with as much enthusiasm as I apply when I hear “Uptown Funk” on the radio. What do you want from me? It has groove! Although I am pretty sure Julian would prefer that my ass be shaken to a more rocking tune such as my beloved Led Zeppelin or Def Leppard and I would be happy to oblige…
Lexi Ryan is filling my every hope for the future and releasing Nix’s book. My favorite New Hope doctor is doing the dirty with the man who has been turned down by EVERY Thompson daughter. Every dog will have their day: Max Hallowell, the favorite for the shoulda, woulda, coulda award for the past New Hope books is having wham bam, thank you ma’ams, with my doctor. HEA is ahead, my friends! Well that is the theory but Lexi has to torture us with a whirly twirly, topsy turvy plot first.
Do not miss this July 7, 2015 release. You are getting the Ms. Ali Cat promise, fireworks will be lasting long after this 2015 Independence Day.
Insert huge sigh. I usually fail to read the last book in series because I just don’t want to know the answer to all my what-ifs. What if my favorite character dies? What if the heroine ends up with the wrong guy? What if the author craps the bed and the last book is completely disappointing? These are questions that NEVER enter my mind when I begin reading a Lexi Ryan series because the books are pure effing torture on cliffhangers. I end each part of her series with painful, crippling curiosity as to what the hell happens next. The other questions don’t even apply because sometimes I want the main character in her books to die. I want her to end up with the wrong guy. There is no crap left in the last book of her stories because she ties up the strings of storylines and the strings of my heart with the WTF? happiness moment in the reveal. How an author could get anything to float out of the miasma is Lexi’s gift to me… I mean her readers. And me. I know she writes each book just for me. Continue Reading
At 38.5 weeks gestation, my twins were estimated to weigh upward of 8 pounds each and baby boy wouldn’t keep his head down. So I had a c-section.
I have some ambivalence about missing out on labor, as if that painful birthing is the essence of motherhood. That’s hogwash, of course, as all adoptive mothers will say. But its one of the many idealizations we internalize about parenting, and which we can use to abuse ourselves about whether we are doing it right.
Motherhood (and fatherhood) is a messy, creative, profound, painful, joyous boundary exploding chaos, and the birthing is only one moment, crystalizing the beautiful blood bath that brings new life. Continue Reading