Sunday, April 21, 2013

Haze (Haze #1) by Andrea Wolfe

Posted by miss fifi at Sunday, April 21, 2013 0 comments


Freshly graduated from college and ready for a new start, Effie Jacobs leaves small town Michigan and heads to New York City to work in accounting for a major record label--the last thing she ever thought she'd be doing. She's left a world of drama behind her, eager to confront her new reality head on and make it on her own.

After getting over the initial shock of NYC and her new job, Effie's life starts to become more manageable, calmer, simpler. But all of that changes at once when HE steps into the picture, songwriter/performer/producer, Jack Teller.

He's enigmatic, gorgeous, and wealthy, the glowing product of so many years of hard work and limitless natural talent, a man so fantastic that he can have literally any woman he wants. And after a highly unexpected encounter, Jack wants Effie--and she can't understand why.

She can't believe that he could actually be serious about wanting a simple girl like her.

Effie's cautious, yet dangerously intrigued by his unremitting advances, his flourishes of passion, worried that she'll find herself in a cat-and-mouse game of steamy emotions. Jack is full of surprises, and she's not ready to give into him--or herself--so easily.

The only problem is, when they're together, it's like perfection.

Even with the challenges...

Even with the secrets...

Even with the hurt from the past...

Can Effie get past her powerful desire for independence and give herself to the one that wants her the most? Maybe what Jack offers is the exactly thing she's been looking for all along...


Of all the great books I have in my e-reader, I stupidly chose this book to read (I think I was pretty delusional then). Seriously, it was my. worst. decision. ever. (This one just landed itself on the top of my books-that-should-never-be-published list!) The main character, Effie was a very naive (as in more naive than a 10 year old NORMAL kid) girl who moved to NYC and met Jack, the rich rockstar aka producer while on work (I am sick of authors throwing the rockstar thing for popularity -.-). Cliché stuff were all over the book (like on every page). And between groaning in pain and tryna stop myself from puking due to Effie's naiveness, I found myself hating this book with all my heart, body and soul. It required lots of patience for me to restrain myself from throwing my e-reader to the wall while reading it. So easy to say, DON'T. READ. THIS. BOOK.


This book annoyed me so much that I don't wanna tire my fingers writing the summary, so here's the excerpts:


The voice hit my ears at the same time the body struck mine, a collision for the ages. My cup of coffee flew out of my hand and spilled across the front of my dark blue blouse. "Shit!" I stood up and set the now-empty cup on the table, examining the damage. There was a huge, dark stain across the front, all the way from my chest to my stomach. Thank God it had cooled off by then.
And then I saw him.
Jack Teller was gorgeous, his white smile nearly blinding, his body taut and perfectly muscular. Probably six foot three, he towered over my meager five foot four. Freshly clean shaven, but would have been perfectly fine with stubble. Classically beautiful, yet modern, urbane.
I couldn't break eye contact with him once it began, his eyes so green, so striking that I could almost drown in them. He was clad in a nice pair of light brown slacks—almost the same color as his hair—that complemented his charcoal sports coat and dress shirt. There was something terribly interesting about him.
He was like the perfect blend of artsy and business oriented. His attire was an obvious attempt to look the professional part, yet his messy brown hair seemed to reveal something entirely different, the tufts flowing in every possible direction. It was just long enough that you could pull on it...
"God, I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm Jack. I didn't see you there." He reached out his hand to shake mine—and time seemed to stop.
Dammit, why was this happening to me?
I froze. Honestly, it was as if I were at the subway. I was stuck, my mind in some other space entirely as the world roared around me. And then, everything rushed back at once, an explosion of lights and colors and sounds. "I'm Effie!" I said. It came out far louder—and excitable—than I intended.
"Let me get you some paper towel," he said as he disappeared around the corner. I heard some mumbling in the background and then suddenly wondered if he was actually going to come back. If he was a super stuck-up businessman, he might just walk out instead of dealing with the undignified hassle of bringing poor me paper towel.
It also seemed very possible that the whole encounter had just been my mind playing tricks on me. Maybe Jack Teller was just an apparition. So many possibilities and so little time to deal with them.
"God, I'm so sorry," he said as he handed me a wad of paper towel. He came back! "I was late, and then I rushed in and—"
"No, no, it's okay," I said, wanting to avoid any additional apologies on his part.
"Effie, what the hell happened?" Sam had stepped into the doorway and only saw me wiping down my blouse with paper towels. A look of horror formed on his face when he realized that his star potential client was standing right next to me. "J-jack?" he mumbled, half to himself, half to Jack.
"Hi, Sam. Jack Teller, as you probably already knew. Sorry, I'm late. Long night in the studio."
Sam's perplexed look was almost as mesmerizing as Jack's beauty. "Uh, Effie, do you have a change of clothes? Why don't you go switch out of those—"
"I think she looks great," Jack said with a smile. "Take a seat, Effie." He was giving my name a test drive after hearing Sam say it.
I blushed and stood there silently for a few seconds, entirely unsure of whose orders I should take. However, my gut told me to sit down. "You can barely see the stain," I said proudly as I reoccupied my former chair.
"Sure, sure, right." Sam closed the door and then walked past me and sat down where he had been before. "Mr. Teller, I really can't tell you how thrilled I am to have you here. You could do huge things with MCI." His tone was ingratiating.
"I'll see what you have to offer my client, and then I'll make my decision." Jack's words were firm, yet reasonable.
The two men started to converse somewhat rapidly, exchanging terms that I didn't understand, making references that were lost on me. I began admiring Jack's cadence when he spoke. The words seemed to flow effortlessly from him, the rhythm so subtle and controlled. There was a tiny twitch in his lip that seemed to surface after every couple of sentences, almost as if his muscles were trying to get in their fair say as well.
I almost burst out laughing at the though.
My mind started crawling toward the gutter, something that was incredibly unusual for me. I don't know if it was the boring subject matter or what, but I imagined my hands in Jack's hair, holding on tightly as he had his way with me. Something—well, Sam, more precisely—told me that Jack was very good at most things he did, and I was certain that the bedroom was another area where he excelled.
"And will Ms. Effie," he trailed off. "What's your last name? I didn't get it before." His eyes burned into me again. He wouldn't look away until I answered, that was for sure.
"Jacobs," I blurted, again too loudly. My cheeks were flushed red and warm. I felt as if he somehow knew what I had been thinking.
"Is Ms. Jacobs going to be the one handling A&R with the artist?"
I suddenly felt very embarrassed. When I looked at Sam, he seemed to be on the same path I was. "I hadn't arranged for that yet. Ms. Jacobs was just listening in on our meeting. She's in accounting and I wanted to give her a feel for one of these—"
"I thought I had asked for a rep," Jack interrupted. "I thought I had made it very clear that I don't make deals without face-to-face meetings with all parties involved."
Sam swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't remember you saying that. I thought this was just preliminary."
"What do you think, Ms. Jacobs? Is this the best possible deal for my client? She's a new artist and she needs the best in the business. Is MCI the best?" I couldn't figure out how to read the tone of Jack's words. There was a mixture of harshness and curiosity. It actually felt as if he wanted my input even though it seemed painfully obvious that he knew that I barely grasped the situation.
I gulped, wishing I had something to drink. "I'm sure Sam can work out a fair deal with you, Mr. Teller." I didn't know what the hell I was saying.
"Jack, please. I'll drop the Ms. if you drop the Mr. Sounds too formal."
"Jack," I said, fulfilling his request.
"A fair deal, huh? That's all you can offer?"
I could tell that Sam was doing all in his power to keep himself composed. He had become so fragile, yet he was fighting hard to retain a positive outward appearance. "Jack, I'm sure we can—"
"No," Jack interrupted. "I like that. She didn't make a bunch of empty promises like I'm used to you people making. I'll very seriously consider MCI. But for now, I must be on my way. If this is a go, my people will call your people, all right?"
He stood up at once and shook Sam's hand very quickly before moving to mine. No, this wasn't some normal handshake. Our right hands connected and then he brought his left hand over my right, caressing my palm and lightly stroking my knuckles. A shiver broke out across my body, one that I fought to hide.
"It's been a pleasure," Jack said, his brilliant pale green eyes burning into mine. Again, I couldn't look away.
"Thanks, Jack," Sam said awkwardly as the music business mogul and genius departed the boardroom and closed the door behind him. After he had disappeared, I collapsed in the chair, my lungs deflating immediately like an untied balloon.
"What the hell was that?" I said. "The whole thing was so surreal."
"At least he was nice to you," Sam said.
"Is that a good thing? He seemed so cocky," I mumbled, hoping that Jack didn't suddenly reappear in the door.
"Some of these guys are like that. They get famous and their appetites only get worse. If they want it, it's theirs." He paused and then a warm smile broke out across his face. "Hell, I'd do the same thing too if I could."
"Sam!" I cried. "That's terrible. There's more to life than girls and fancy vacations."
"Don't be so sure about that," he said, his smile remaining. "I can't believe he played me like that in front of you, though. Tough son of a bitch."
"What are you talking about?" I wasn't sure what he meant. The whole thing had seemed unusually intense, but I had assumed it was typical in this line of work.
"This was a preliminary meeting. He never said anything about having an A&R person here. I don't know why he said that. I'm not making this up."
"Well, you know better than me." This whole development confused me even more, and something told me that my future was going to include a lot more moments like this one.
"I wish that were the case." Sam shrugged. "I really do."


Life has a way of becoming fascinating and exciting, but only if you let it happen. They said that meditation is just allowing what is, and that was incredibly true for life as well. Things arise, and you acknowledge them, greet them in a friendly tone and accept the possibility.
Not everything requires action or intense consideration. Sometimes you just have to feel it and not get worked up or obsessed about things that didn't really matter.
Every morning waking up next to Jack has been every bit as good as the very first time. Two years have already passed since I first met him in New York at MCI, the start of a whirlwind romance that had diligently followed us through more incredible experiences than I could count.
As predicted by Jack, Lexy took off in a huge way. Today, you can't go anywhere without running into her music, whether it be in a commercial, a movie, or on Spotify. The next concert in NYC after the CD release party took place at Madison Square Garden, something unprecedented for an artist as new as Lexy Brown.
It was huge, a moment I'll never forget. It was the first time I got to see Jack projected on giant video screens that surrounded the stage. I mean, the whole band was up there too, but obviously, I was most focused on the man I loved.
There had been almost a full year of non-stop, national and international touring. We went all across Europe, Asia, and even had stops in Japan and Australia. Everywhere we went, the shows were sold out and the crowds were insane. People loved Lexy. And due to Jack's involvement in the creative process, they loved him too. People recognized him in the street in Japan and begged for photos!
The road was luxurious, nothing like the amateur tours I heard about from friends of friends during college. As crazy as it was, on the United States tour we even had our own private, portable gym, a trailer that followed our caravan across the country and made physical fitness on the go a real thing. I got to experience so much of the world, every moment shared gloriously with Jack.
No matter where we were on the globe, he always knew great places to eat, sites to see, and anything else relevant to those particular GPS coordinates.
The thing was, as much as I loved that lifestyle—it often felt like an incredible, extended vacation—it sometimes felt like too much. Jack appeared to love it, so I usually kept quiet. Honestly, it was a lot of fun, but I was growing more and more worried that I would burn out and become lethargic and difficult to deal with.
And hell, I was lucky to have experiences like that. Most people never knew what life as a rock 'n' roll star was really like.
On another positive note, Jack was becoming more in demand as a producer than ever before. When I say that you couldn't escape Lexy's brilliant music, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Jack was the hit maker of the decade, as Rolling Stone so eloquently put it. It was unclear where that growing demand would take him, but I knew it would be big.
Sam had been sentenced to thirty-one years behind bars with no chance of parole for attempted rape and murder. I had testified at the trial, along with a number of other girls he had harassed over the years. It had been one of the most difficult things I'd ever done in my life. But I had to do it, and as Jack predicted, it brought me some genuine closure.
Facing the things that horrified me only made me stronger. Going through with something so heart-wrenching made everything else in my life that much easier. It was the truth.
Oddly enough, MCI was still around, but less powerful than ever. They had tried to buy Jack's label out on multiple occasions, and he politely told them to get lost. It only made me love him even more. He had lived his whole life wanting to really give the middle finger to a big corporation—and starting his own label had finally given him the opportunity to do so.
I had very seriously taken up writing in my spare time—Jack's suggestion that I find a creative outlet was a very good one indeed—hoping to eventually publish a book or maybe even a movie script. It had come pretty naturally, Jack's encouragement guaranteeing that I made forward progress. I loved putting words down on page, creating characters and stories like the ones I had spent so many years watching and digesting.
He had, unbeknownst to me, shown one of my works to Stacy, who sent me an email telling me how she liked it. That was a hell of a surprise. Hearing that your hero liked your work was a damn good motivator. I haven’t stopped writing ever since.
I was also still doing some of the accounting at the label, so I kept happily busy much of the time. Life felt meaningful and fulfilling, just the way Jack had promised it would be.
Jack and my parents got along great. They loved him from the very beginning, and we often flew to Michigan to spend the weekend at Lake Michigan, not too far from my old house. My dad liked to pick Jack’s brain about investments, and Jack was always eager to tell him what he knew. He even helped my mom in the kitchen, something that she couldn't say enough good things about.
The process of mending things with his parents was slower, however. But that didn't mean it didn't happen. Jack and I talked about it so much that I felt like I had had those negative experiences with his family. I urged him forward, just like he had with me in the Sam situation, encouraging him to face that which troubled him.
So finally, out of the blue one day, we flew to Minneapolis and he told them how he felt. It was a really emotional time, but the formerly tenuous bonds started to strengthen immediately. They weren't defensive at all as he poured out his heart, just accepting of his frustration and bottled up feelings toward them.
And when they apologized, he accepted it this time and wiped the slate clean. Unconditional love had won out in the end. So both of our families would be at our upcoming wedding—and that was perfect.
Timothy eventually apologized to me, shame overwhelming him and putting him into a nasty state of depression. As I predicted, he had realized how out-of-character all of his behavior had been—both before and after my move—and wanted to make amends for it.
I met him one last time—with Jack at my side, of course—prior to him leaving New York City. He was going to return home to work near his family and start over there. I let him gush and apologize for anything he needed to apologize for, knowing damn well that Jack would be ready for the worst if the situation took a nasty one-eighty. Nothing happened, however, and actually, I was glad to get it out of the way.
He was never a bad guy, just one unsuited to me. I didn't like that I had to remember him as the crazy, controlling, vicious, insane ex who had attacked me in a coffee shop. Now, the memories were a bit more subdued. We had closure.
So we were in Los Angeles for the weekend, poolside, sipping wine in the middle of the day. Jack had just gotten back from a brief meeting and told me that he had big news to share with me. Most of the time these days, I went with him to meetings. But this one he had asked to do alone, and I respected his wishes.
He sat down next to me at the hotel pool, clad only in his bathing suit. Our legs dipped in the water as the sun lightly cooked us from above.
"Well, I've decided to retire from touring. I'm just not going to do it anymore."
"Really?" I asked. "I thought you liked it." Inside, I quietly celebrated, my cravings for a more normal life about to come to fruition. We'd get married and settle down, the perfect progression of things.
"It's been burning me out," he said. "I love performing, but I'd rather do it at a local level, if at all. I mostly want to produce. I never wanted to complain in front of the other guys or Lexy because they were always having a blast."
I laughed, realizing he had apparently been thinking the same thing as me all along—but we never spoke of it for fear of offending someone else. "I was actually hoping you'd say something like that. But I was worried that I'd offend you."
Jack kissed my forehead and put his hand around my back. "I don't think you could offend me if you tried."
"I'm pretty good when I'm mad," I said confidently.
"We'll have to test that out sometime." He took a sip of his wine and delicately rested his glass on the cement.
"So does this mean you're going to still fly around all the time to work with people?"
He smiled. "They'll come to me. I don't have to chase them around anymore. I graduated. I'm a pro now."
Holy shit. Once again, the best was getting better. "W-where are you going to work from?"
"Where do you want to live?" he asked curiously.
"Wherever you are." I smiled, realizing it sounded tacky. "Here, maybe."
"Okay. We'll just wait and see then."
"Yeah." I nodded and stared at my reflection in the pool.
"There's one more thing," he said.
"Oh?" I asked.
"I was meeting with a film company today. They bought one of your stories and they want it developed into a script."
"What the fu—"
"I'm not kidding. I should have told you, but I snatched the draft of The Colored Room off the table when you left it there. Stacy said it was damn good, so I read it and then shopped it around after I realized she wasn't just saying that to be nice."
"Holy shit, Jack. I don't even know what to say." I seriously had run out of words entirely.
"Don't say anything. Write it. Make me proud." He pulled me closer and kissed my cheek this time.
"God, I love you, Jack. Maybe too much."
"I know what it's like to suffer from that problem. I'm terminally ill."
We both laughed and spent the rest of the day doing nothing, even though I really wanted to run to my laptop and start the script. This was surreal news, and it was great—but this was also vacation.
As Jack had shown me, sometimes when you stop trying so hard to see through the haze, it finally clears. And then you're left with the most beautiful things your eyes will ever see


1 bitter burnt cupcake.

The Mistress Mistake by Lynda Chance

Posted by miss fifi at Sunday, April 21, 2013 0 comments


Jessica Conway is at the end of her rope. She desperately needs a few things that her moral values can't buy: food, shelter, a chance for a better life. Connor Montgomery is tortured with guilt from the past and wants only one thing from Jessica, something he's very willing to pay her for. Setting her up as his mistress seems like the perfect idea. But how long can a situation continue that was a mistake from the very beginning?

My Thoughts

I think this is one of my best simple reads this year. The hero is all alpha male and the heroine in't that all doormat-ish


It's not fun to not spoil the fun, so here's my full spoilers in the summary form.

Jessica needed money. Connor need sex. They made a deal, she became a mistress and he paid her school tuition.

She fell for him, and he fell for her.


me: lol

My Rating

5 Sexy Cupcakes

Wait for You (Wait for You #1) by J. Lynn, Jennifer L. Armentrout

Posted by miss fifi at Sunday, April 21, 2013 0 comments


Some things are worth waiting for…

Traveling thousands of miles from home to enter college is the only way nineteen-year-old Avery Morgansten can escape what happened at the Halloween party five years ago—an event that forever changed her life. All she needs to do is make it to her classes on time, make sure the bracelet on her left wrist stays in place, not draw any attention to herself, and maybe—please God—make a few friends, because surely that would be a nice change of pace. The one thing she didn’t need and never planned on was capturing the attention of the one guy who could shatter the precarious future she’s building for herself.

Some things are worth experiencing…

Cameron Hamilton is six feet and three inches of swoon-worthy hotness, complete with a pair of striking blue eyes and a remarkable ability to make her want things she believed were irrevocably stolen from her. She knows she needs to stay away from him, but Cam is freaking everywhere, with his charm, his witty banter, and that damn dimple that’s just so… so lickable. Getting involved with him is dangerous, but when ignoring the simmering tension that sparks whenever they are around each other becomes impossible, he brings out a side of her she never knew existed.

Some things should never be kept quiet…

But when Avery starts receiving threatening emails and phone calls forcing her to face a past she wants silenced, she’s has no other choice but to acknowledge that someone is refusing to allow her to let go of that night when everything changed. When the devastating truth comes out, will she resurface this time with one less scar? And can Cam be there to help her or will he be dragged down with her?

And some things are worth fighting for…


For some unknown reasons, I liked this book. Didn't love it though.


Since I am better with spoiling the fun, here's the spoilers in the form of a summary:

Avery started going to a college far from her hometown.

Her family wasn't a warm one.

She wore a bracelet to hide the scar she got from her cutting when she was sixteen (I guess)

Cam saw it.

They became friends and things growed till they become more than that.

A girl threatened Avery. The girl, like Avery was raped too, by the same guy. The girl blamed her for  the rape since it was the result of her not reporting the guy before. Actually Avery's parents didn't trust her so she stayed quite and took the guy's offer (money involved)

In the end, Avery returned home and let it all out to her parents faces!

She returned to college with Cam.


4 Not-So-Yummy Cupcakes 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Blind Obsession by Ella Frank

Posted by miss fifi at Thursday, April 18, 2013 0 comments


Obsession, defined as the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image or desire....

Chantel Rosenberg's passion for music and life had never shone brighter than the time she spent in Bordeaux France. It's a time when feelings arose and desires ran deep, a time that fundamentally changed her life.

A man living in seclusion, Phillipe Tibideau is haunted and plagued by memories he cannot disregard. Choosing to live a quiet life in his Chateau surrounded by the vineyards of France, he's left his passion for art behind. 

However, the time has arrived to tell his side of a tale. A tale that has depicted him as a 'beautiful monster' and he's finally allowing someone close.

Close enough to ask questions. Questions he's not sure he wants to answer. Questions about her.

For up and coming journalist Gemma Harris, the pursuit of truth is what drives her and when a job of a lifetime presents itself there is nothing in the world that will stop her from taking it. Even if it does mean leaving her home for several months to stay at Chateau Tibideau, with him.

This is a story of what happens when three passionate lovers collide and the desire for truth, art and music merge.

Chateau Tibideau is a place full of unanswered questions, dark sinful desire and a beauty so hauntingly sad it will have you wondering how you will ever leave the same....

My Thoughts

Honestly, I really don't know how to describe this book, no words could. This book was such an emotional read that kept me addicted to the mystery of a man called Phillipe. It was a tale of the past which collided with the present. Everything was supposed to be simple, Gemma was chosen by Phillippe to write the truth about what happened between Chantel and Phillipe. She was supposed to correct the world's perspective of the tragedy that is Phillipe and Chantel. But what happened was more than that. Phillipe was always in love with Cantel. Their love was untouchable. But when Gemma stepped into the picture, the past mingled with the present, and Gemma was left thinking where she stood in the equation. Phillipe couldn't let go of Chantel. And Gemma was falling in love with both of them, the broody living Phillipe and the beautiful dead Chantel. It scared her, but at the same time it fascinated her. Did Gemma love Phillipe? Yes. Did Chantel love Phillipe? Yes. Did Phillipe love Chantel? Yes. Did Phillipe love Gemma? That's a question that you could answer only after you read this book. :)


* * *
“Let me go!” I demand, attempting to twist my arm away from him.
Releasing my chin, he pulls my arm back behind me and gathers me up close to him. My breasts press against his chest as I feel a second tear slip free down my cheek.
“I can’t let you go, Gemma,” he rasps fiercely, leaning forward. “That’s the whole fucking problem.”
Suddenly, I can’t stand the thought of his mouth on mine. I have my pride, and he just walked all over it. As I turn my head to the side, I’m shocked when I feel his tongue against my skin. He licks the tears from my cheek, and then his mouth is at my ear.
“Trust me, I’m not what you want, Gemma. I’m not what you need,” he whispers, stressing his last word. “Don’t waste your time loving me.”
Moving back to face him, I find myself staring into intense green eyes that are pleading with me to understand.
“But you’re who I have come to love,” I confess, finally allowing my head to catch up to my heart.
His eyes search my face, like he’s trying to find something, before he releases me abruptly. Walking away, he mutters, “Then, you are a fool.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I watch him stop at the easel in the corner. I have to agree with him. I am the biggest fool of all.

* * *

I feel as though my heart is being pulled in two separate directions, yet neither direction is the right path for me to choose. She is no longer here, but he won’t let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that’s easy. I’m left alone.

* * *

When did this story morph? When did it change from a tale of two to a tragedy of three?

* * *

“Are you afraid because I love you?”
His eyes run over my hair, my eyes, and finally my mouth.
Licking my lips, I take the final leap. “Or because you love me, too?”

* * *


If I could say a word i this, I wouldn't advice you on reading the spoilers first before you read the book..because it will spoil the fun! Anyway, that's none of my business so here's the short summary of everything that happened in the book.

  • Gemma went to interview Phillipe and she stayed at his house
  • Everyone said nasty things about Phillipe but he chose her to unravel the truth
  • Gemma was supposed to unravel the mystery of the tragedy that befallen Phillipe and his blind lover, Chantel
  • Gemma interviewed Phillipe and he gave her a journal to read, Chantel's journal
  • Gemma started to understand the passionate love Chantel had for Phillipe and Phillipe love for Chantel
  • Gemma wanted Phillipe's trust and vice versa
  • Phillipe ended up painting a nude Gemma, just like he used to do with Chantel
  • Gemma got so hooked to the journal about the passionate relationship Chantel used to have with Phillipe and she ended up wanting Phillipe
  • They had sex
  • Gemma loved Phillipe, while Phillipe was still in love with Chantel
  • Gemma knew Phillipe was still in love with Chantel, and just like him, she got infatuated with Chantel
  • They had sex with the 'presence' of Chantel
  • Finally, it was revealed that Chantel died in a river, she was stuck but as requested by her, Phillipe didn't ask for help and stayed with her till she died.
  • People said that Phillipe just didn't care that she died, when he was just granting her wish.
  • Gemma's job was finished and she went home to US.
  • One day, she got a painting from Phillipe.
  • It was her painting, but the reflection in the mirror was Chantel.
  • Phillipe loved her just as much as he loved Chantel (meaning, he loved two people at the same time)
  • In a note, he wrote that he and 'Chantel' still hadn't let Gemma go although she had left and that both Gemma and Chantel was his.
My Rating

5 Haunting Cupcakes

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Leo by Mia Sheridan

Posted by miss fifi at Sunday, April 14, 2013 0 comments

Evie and Leo met in foster care as children and formed a bond of friendship. As they grew, their bond turned to love and they vowed to make a life together when they turned 18 and were no longer a part of the system.

When Leo unexpectedly gets adopted as a teen and he moves to another city, he promises Evie that he will contact her as soon as he gets there and come back for her in a few short years. She never hears from him again.

Now eight years later, in spite of the odds, Evie has made a life for herself. She has a job, she has friends, she's content. Then a man shows up out of the blue, claiming that her long lost love, Leo, sent him to check up on her. The attraction between them is undeniable. But, should she trust this sexy stranger? Or is he keeping a secret about what his connection to Leo is really all about and why Leo disappeared all those years ago?

New Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

My Thoughts:
The blurb sounded interesting, but the book wasn't that interesting.
Whic simply meant, I didn't like it.


  •  Evie and Leo grew up in foster care
  • Leo got adopted, leaving Evie behind
  • he promised Evie that he would come back for her
  • He never did
  • Evie moved on (just a lil bit) after years
  • then a straner, Jake came and introduced himself as Leo's friend and said that Leo's dead
  • She started dating him
  • Then she realized that Leo is Jake and Jake is Leo. (WTF?)
  • Turned out, Leo was involved in a sexual relationship with his adopted mother when he was young. (WTF??)

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Sweet Dreams by Kristen Ashley

Posted by miss fifi at Wednesday, April 10, 2013 0 comments

Lauren Grahame has spent her whole life thinking something special was going to happen. She didn’t know what it was, she just knew it would one day be hers. But she learned the hard way that special wasn’t on offer.

So, after divorcing her cheating husband, Lauren searched for nothing special and she thought she found it when she landed a job as a waitress in a biker bar in Carnal. It was perfect: a nothing job in a nowhere bar in Nowheresville.

Then Tatum Jackson walked in. Part-owner of the bar, he took one look at high-class Lauren and wanted nothing to do with her. And he made this known, loudly.

Tate’s angry insults seared in her brain, Lauren decides the feeling is mutual and she doesn’t want anything to do with the gloriously handsome Tate Jackson. The clash of the bartender and barmaid begins but, even though Tate makes his change of mind clear (in biker-speak, a language Lauren is not fluent in), Lauren is intent on going her own way.

Until a serial killer hits Carnal and Lauren finds out Tate isn’t a bartender, he’s a bounty hunter. He stakes his claim for Lauren before he goes on the hunt for a killer but Laurie doesn’t speak biker nor does she understand bounty hunters and Tate comes back from the hunt to find his old lady has moved on.

Life throws curveball after curveball at Laurie and Tate. As secrets are revealed, women are brutally murdered, and Lauren tries to find her inner biker babe

My Thoughts
Sweet Dreams is my third Kristen Ashley's book and I really enjoyed reading it, almost as much as I enjoyed Motorcycle Man (well, that's on the top of my list lol). So, to simplify the summary, I'd say that the book was about a woman tryna find her 'special' in life and she kinda found it in the form of a sexy bounty hunter, Tate. Well, that's not so simple isn't it? lol. Okay, so like other Kristen Ashley's books, the hero was an alpha male (which made me a Kristen Ashley addict :D) and the heroine was a smart ass. Well, the killing and raping stuff was kinda scary for me but they kept me guessing, so I guess I really liked the story.

  • Laurie divorced her cheating husband, quit her job as an executive, and wandered around (her husband cheated on her for years, with her gold digging friend)

  • Laurie found Bubba, a biker bar and got accepted as a waitress there

  • Laurie met Tate, the bar owner and she overheard him calling her fat

  • They bickered a lot, but she kept her job

  • They made out, but as a bounty hunter Tate gotta work to find a psycho raper

  • Tate said in his biker language that once he got back Laurie will be his, but Laurie didn't get this and moved on because he didn't stay in touch with her for a month

  • Laurie heard that Tate was a player and when he got home, they fought again with Tate being pissed off and her being confused

  • A girl got raped and killed by a psycho raper

  • They ended up being together when Tate stayed with her when she was sad over her father being sick

  • Laurie's friend got raped and killed by the psycho raper

  • Laurie met Tate's ex, found out that he had a kid and they fought again

  • They got back together

  • Tate's ex got raped and killed by the psyco raper

  • Laurie stayed by Tate and his son's side

  • Laurie got caught by the psycho raper

  • The raper was Dalton, a bartender at Tate's bar

  • Laurie got hurt, but one of the bar regulars (who was close to them) saved her

  • The raper got caught, the mystery solved

  • Tate and Laurie got married

5 creamy cupcake :3

Excerpt :3

“Ace,” I heard Tate call and my eyes fluttered open.
My neck twisted and I saw he was sitting on the bed but was leaned down, forearm in the mattress, other hand on my waist, his face close to mine.
“What?” I asked, mind fogged with sleep.
“Curtains,” he answered and I closed my eyes.
“You can get them. That big home store, outside the mall. They have a wide variety,” I informed him and snuggled my head into the pillow.
“Laurie,” he called.
“Mm?” I answered.
“Babe, wake up,” he ordered and my eyes opened again.
I looked at the clock. It was just after eleven. Way too early. No way I was getting up.
I closed my eyes again.
His hand slid from my waist, to my hip and back to my behind as I felt his presence invade the space around me.
“Baby, you did my laundry,” I heard him whisper in my ear.
His words tugged forcefully at the sleep that had hold of me and my body tensed.
“And cleaned my house,” he went on whispering.
I turned my face partially into the pillow and pressed in as the edges of sleep started to separate with jagged little tears that I knew, from experience, would never mend.
“And the fridge,” he continued.
“Quiet,” I muttered, the word muffled in the pillow.
“Fridge is jammed, babe, more food than it’s ever seen.”
This was true. Seeing as I had a full, clean fridge for the first time in months, not to mention a kitchen, a couple of days before I went a little nuts at the grocery store.
“Go away,” I mumbled.
“We got grape Kool-Aid.”
“Go. Away.”
“In a new pitcher.”
I turned my face fully into the pillow and groaned.
His beard tickled my shoulder and then his lips kissed me there.
“Sweet pitcher, babe. Never owned one of those.”
In the window of the little country shop (that happened to be two doors down from the grocery store) they had these adorable, big, old-fashioned glass pitchers with a beautiful shape, dimpled glass and they were tinted pink. Now Tate had this pitcher.
They also had matching glasses. Tate probably didn’t look but the glasses were in the cupboard.
I lifted my head, his body jerked back a foot and I glared at his grinning, arrogant, beautiful face.
“Go! Away!” I snapped and then suddenly I was on my feet by the bed and just as suddenly I was in front of Tate, his hands at my hips, and I was moving toward the bathroom. “Tate!”
“Seein’ as you’re up, time to shower,” he stated, shoving me into the bathroom.
I twisted my head around and gave him a look.
“You think you’re funny but you… are… not.”


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