Fairytales don’t end with True Love’s Kiss, they begin with one…
Diya Mathur (aka Beauty), celebrated supermodel and Party Princess of India, is adored by everyone. She works hard, plays hard, and has the biggest shoe fetish on the planet. But after she purchases one baby bootie, Diya’s reputation is in ruins. There’s only one place to escape the rumours – Texas, under the protection of her lifelong friend, and secret love, Krish Menon (aka the Beast).
Financial whizz-kid, CFO and entrepreneur, Krish is a brooding workaholic with a charisma that still brings Beauty Mathur to her knees. He has no idea, of course! They’ve shared a bond since childhood – a special friendship that thrives on sparring, teasing and goading – but with Diya back in his life and under his roof, Krish’s latent desire for her explodes. And when he finally admits to the secret that has never allowed him to commit to any woman – especially Diya – everything changes. Krish might finally realise how much he wants his Beauty. But he won’t get her until Diya has tamed her Beast.
No matter how many boys Claire kisses, she can’t seem to find a decent boyfriend. Someone who wouldn’t rather date her gorgeous best friend, Megan. Someone who won’t freak out when he learns about the tragedy her family still hasn’t recovered from. Someone whose kisses can carry her away from her backwoods town for one fleeting moment.Until Claire meets Luke.But Megan is falling for Luke, too, and if there’s one thing Claire knows for sure, it’s that Megan’s pretty much irresistible.With true love and best friendship on the line, Claire suddenly has everything to lose. And what she learns—about her crush, her friends, and most of all herself—makes the choices even harder.
Bailey wasn’t always a wild child and the black sheep of her family. She used to play fiddle and tour the music circuit with her sister, Julie, who sang and played guitar. That ended when country music execs swooped in and signed Julie to a solo deal. Never mind that Julie and Bailey were a duet, or that Bailey was their songwriter. The music scouts wanted only Julie, and their parents were content to sit by and let her fulfill her dreams while Bailey’s were hushed away.
Bailey has tried to numb the pain and disappointment over what could have been. And as Julie’s debut album is set to hit the charts, her parents get fed up with Bailey’s antics and ship her off to granddad’s house in Nashville. Playing fiddle in washed-up tribute groups at the mall, Bailey meets Sam, a handsome and oh-so-persuasive guitarist with his own band. He knows Bailey’s fiddle playing is just the thing his band needs to break into the industry. But this life has broken Bailey’s heart once before. She isn’t sure she’s ready to let Sam take her there again
But what sucks is that Bailey’s parents agree to that and end Bailey’s music career. What kind of parents do that? It made no sense to me. They really messed up and I don’t think I would have been able to forgive them.
I really liked Bailey. I could feel her pain, sadness and anger. She is as real as you and me, she has flaws, she gets jealous about her sister’s success, she is bitter at times and she still craves her parents approval, even after all they have done. She is so talented and I really wish we could have read one of her songs. I liked that in the end, she stood by her sister. That made me respect her more.
He is always honest to Bailey, about his passion for music and his drive to make his band get a music deal, no matter at what cost. Yes, that’s his flaw. His ambition makes him selfish and a jerk but I couldn’t hate him for it. It made me want to punch him but not hate him. Confusing, huh? Let’s just say he is a complex character that you can’t fully understand. He is just so real and unapologetic about the way he is. I liked that about him also his double meaning lines were cute.
“Deana Carter sings about it. Lady Antebellum sings about it. Eric Church. Gosh, not just country artists. Katy Perry. Everybody has a song about it because everybody’s been through it. You find that person at eighteen and you lose yourself. And the tragedy is, it’s the person who’s completely opposed to everything you’ve ever wanted. You bond with that person, and that person breaks your heart. I’m that tragedy for you, and you’re mine.”
It has a rocky start but once you get into it there is no looking back. It’s different than typical YA books you might have read. Jennifer Echols is an amazing writer. She creates such complex, flawed, layered and real characters. I totally loved the writing.
“If you’re putting that energy into performance,” he said, “you’re also getting it back out again, right? You’re giving so you can receive.” He spread his arms wide. “If you were writing songs with it, you’d be holed up in your room in the middle of the night, scribbling them in a notebook and feeling self-important. You’d think you were getting it out, but really you’d be keeping it inside and quiet. You’d take what upset you and turn it into art, and now it would fester, because you think other people ought to share your outrage at what happened to you.”
Sixteen-year-old Dusty Everhart breaks into houses late at night, but not because she’s a criminal. No, she’s a Nightmare.
Being the only Nightmare at Arkwell Academy, a boarding school for magickind, and living in the shadow of her mother’s infamy, is hard enough. But when Dusty sneaks into Eli Booker’s house, things get a whole lot more complicated. He’s hot, which means sitting on his chest and invading his dreams couldn’t get much more embarrassing. But it does. Eli is dreaming of a murder.
Then Eli’s dream comes true.Now Dusty has to follow the clues—both within Eli’s dreams and out of them—to stop the killer before more people turn up dead. And before the killer learns what she’s up to and marks her as the next target.
Love or Death? A simple question really. The choice seems obvious. But. What if you never knew love, what if your life was spent just trying to survive? What if you knew your fate before you were fully grown?
And then you died.
And you were given another chance. A better chance.
This new life depended upon one thing: your job. And so you agreed. You thought it would be simple. You thought it would be cut and dry.
It never is.
And now you are left holding the fate of someone else in the palm of your hand and you have to make the ultimate choice.
Love or Death?
Dexter and Piper meet in a dark street. He saves her that night from an accident and dies in the process. He meets a dealer who gives him a choice between hell or a life of service to death. He chooses to be a “death escort” but the irony is that if wants this life he has to kill and his first target is Piper.
Life and death both gave him crappy choices and I don’t blame him for anything.
Her heart races, her muscles coil, and every impulse in Alessa’s body screams at her to run… but yet she’s powerless to move.Still struggling to find her footing after the sudden death of her parents, the last thing college freshman Alessa has the strength to deal with is the inexplicable visceral pull drawing her to a handsome ghostly presence. In between grappling with exams and sorority soirees – and disturbing recurring dreams of being captive in a futuristic prison hell – Alessa is determined to unravel the mystery of the apparition who leaves her breathless. But the terrifying secret she uncovers will find her groping desperately through her nightmares for answers.Because what Alessa hasn’t figured out yet is that she’s not really a student, the object of her obsession is no ghost, and her sneaking suspicions that something sinister is lurking behind the walls of her university’s idyllic campus are only just scratching the surface…The opening installment in a twist-laden trilogy, Stitch spans the genres of paranormal romance and dystopian sci-fi to explore the challenges of a society in transition, where morality, vision, and pragmatism collide leaving the average citizen to suffer the results.
This is me while reading the book,
I’m excited about the next book. It will be hard task for the author to live up to this one and surprise me again. If you want to read something new and different. Give this book a try. 🙂
Before my older sister Francesca died, I worked at the bakery and wrote songs, but now I write lists. Lists like ten reasons why it’s my fault Francesca’s dead, or five reasons why I should try and win Howie back, or one reason why I need to stop lying to everyone, including myself.
Wish I Could Have Said Goodbye is an extraordinary novel about one family’s struggle to make sense of their world after losing a family member to addiction. Through sixteen-year-old Carmella’s eyes, we witness the courage and strength it takes to overcome the consequences of grief, guilt and co-dependency. WIth conviction and determination, Carmella shows us what can happen when we’re open to love, feel the pain of our loss, and find the courage to accept the truth of our lives.
I liked Carmella. She doesn’t know how to live without her sister and best friend, Francesca. She feels guilty for her death and is scared to open up about it. I wanted her to talk to her parents or Anna or anyone, she just keeps so much bottled up inside her. She isn’t trying to move on with her life. She wears black everyday and is just hiding from her life. She grows up through the course of the book and realizes how she is different from her sister.
I liked the writing really very much. It’s simple and I think a good author is one who could give depth to the simplest of words.
The romance is the best thing about the book. I wouldn’t have liked the book so much if it wasn’t for Howie. Also, the writing is perfect. I will be looking forward to more books by the author.
Cash is everything she’s always wanted in a guy. He’s a dangerous, sexy bad boy who wants her in his bed at any cost. He turns her insides to mush and, with just one kiss, makes her forget why he’s no good for her. Nash is everything she’s ever needed in a guy. He’s successful, responsible and intensely passionate. But he’s taken. Very taken, by none other than Marissa, Liv’s rich, beautiful cousin. That doesn’t stop Olivia from melting every time he looks at her, though. With just one touch, he makes her forget why they can never be together.
Black and white turns to shades of gray when Olivia discovers the boys are hiding something, something that should make her run as far and as fast as she can. But it’s too late to run. Olivia’s already involved. And in love. With both of them. Both brothers make her heart tremble. Both brothers set her body on fire. She wants them both. And they want her. How will she ever choose between them?
“And most of the wreckage revolves around two guys. Two guys that, for totally different reasons, are tearing me up inside. Two guys I want. Two guys I can’t have. Two guys I can’t stop thinking about.”
“Where did you get that dress?
I stole it from a homeless person,” I say straight-faced. “She was lying right beside the stripper that gave you yours.”
Cash and Olivia do share a great chemistry. Their conversations were cute and made me smile. Cash is totally swoon worthy and made me feel all hot and bothered. He is just plain awesome and manages to be a good bad boy. Did I mention that he is very hot and sexy? Because he is. Very Hawt.
“But you don’t get social with your employees,” I remind him quietly. “I’d made an exception for you.” His face is getting close and closer. Slowly. A centimetre at a time.“But it’s your rule.”“I’ll break it for you,” he whispers.“No, don’t do that,” I say breathlessly. “Fine, then you’re fired,” he says just as his lips meet mine.”
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Sam’s house is everything I wanted, but didn’t know to want.
“I’m home,” he calls, pushing open the heavy wooden door with me close behind. Past him, worn hardwood floors stretch through archways into a patchwork of deeply colored rags. The house thrums with the smell of roasting meat, the murmur of voices, rustling movement. There are thick curtains in muted patterns draping the windows and sheltering Sam’s family from the city outside.
I want to wrap myself in this house like a blanket.
Instinctively I take Sam’s hand and then, just as quickly, I drop it. He keeps walking and I’m still in the entry, fixed in front of a wall of framed family pictures. Dozens of them: here is Sam and a similarly featured little sister; a solemn and masculine brother; and the mother, casual, relaxed and happy. Here is a bookish bearded father. Black-and-white. Color. The house is warm and I feel flushed. This home pulses with their shared life. I don’t belong here. I turn to leave, but Sam puts his hand against my back.
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