Jake Owens is a small town football hero turned big city cop who passes his time with meaningless encounters believing he can’t have who he really wants: Nate Richardson, his best friend since before forever. Nate is a brilliant doctor who has always known who he is and has never been able to shake his crush on loyal, courageous, straight Jake.
After a passionate night together, Nate realizes Jake isn’t as straight as he assumed.
Paranormal, erotica - Novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Winter Perri always thought she would spend eternity with Austin Carlyle but instead she will spend an eternity mourning him. She has spent sixteen years in her own personal hell and will continue to do so unless she can find the strength and the courage to learn to live and possibly love again.
This isn’t my first book by London Saint James. I actually reviewed the first installment of this series and I loved it. When I saw this come out, I was rather surprised because well we already have the love story between Winter and Austin but then as I read the excerpt I’m surprised to find that Austin dies! I in no way wanted to read this story but with tissue box in hand I took on this challenged and I’m glad I did.
Everything I loved about the first book is once again in play in this one, emotional impact, vivid imagery, solid character connection but the author took it even further because none of my earlier complaints were there. No repeated words or editorial flaws, the details flowed seamlessly through out the story and I was never in any doubt about what a character might look like this time around.
I was pleasantly surprised by the twist of the plot. I won’t spoil the book but lets just say that the Austin we fell in love with isn’t completely lost to us. Though because of this there was much more suspense and angst in the book. My heart broke with all of Winter’s struggles. Even though there is a gap of sixteen years, she is still in a lot of ways that vulnerable young girl she once was and my protective instincts carried over from the first book.
To say that London Saint James knows how to write an intoxicating romance is putting things mildly. There is no reviewer without being a reader but there are some subtle differences. As a reviewer this was pure gold but pulling that hat off and thinking like a reader and I couln't help but come to a different conclusion. Oh don't get me wrong, as a reader, I still thoroughly enjoyed the story but I had to ask myself, had I paid for the story would I be truly satisfied with the ending and the answer is no. While this story has more to it than the last with the paranormal aspect and yes a bit of suspense it’s still at heart a true romance. I’m not tuning in to find out what next action packed thing is going to happen. I’m reading it for the romance, to know how at the very basics these two characters meet, fall in love, and then how they get their Happy Ever After. At one hundred and fifty-five pages I’m a little lost as to
why there is a 'to be continued' ending. This is where the book lost its appeal and really dampered the story. I want a complete book not a 'to be continued'.
In this moment of complete and total immersion into the never-ending liquid blue of Cayden Cain’s eyes, I felt him brush the palm of his hand down my cheek, pressing it firm, cupping my cheek into the warm strong palm of his hand. The experience, like being baptized in fire. Lightning crackled across my skin. Every breath within me halted.
“Winter,” he murmured. I could not answer, but it wasn't as though he wanted me to. It was
an awareness between us.
But this just can't be.
“Please, get out of those wet clothes, take a hot shower, and get some rest.” With that
he smiled all the while seemingly conflicted, hesitant to exit my room. I stared at him. “Winter,” he said softly, his hand on the doorknob. “I….” He hesitated. I watched him run his fingers through his hair. “I need....” He hesitated once more. His eyes shot to my eyes. We were caught in the moment, locked.
For that second time stood still. My heart screamed out. I know him, somehow I know him
but my mind fought against the knowledge.
"I need to see you again,” he said. He opened my door. “In the morning. We will talk in the morning.”
When Cayden left I completely fell apart, flung myself onto the bed then curled myself up into a ball. I wrapped my knees up to my chest, holding my arms tight around them. I crumbled, literally in every sense of the word. My body shook, my head hurt, my voice muffled into my chest. This was worse than any déjà vu I had experienced tonight. I would take the pain of any memories, even the memories of the crash over this current emotion. And it did not matter I was soaking wet or if I got sick. My eyes were overflowing in traitor tears, and I didn’t wish to move.
“Oh God!” I cried out.
I was in more pain than I had experienced since the loss of my love and the ending of my life. My breath had been knocked from me. I could not find my lungs. It did not matter Cayden Cain looked so much like Austin because he wasn’t the man I loved. So for this, I knew those fault lines within my heart, which from time to time would shift and quake had broken open again.
What did matter was the way I felt with Cayden’s simple touch. The kind, reassuring gesture when he reached out and touched the surface of my cheek, set my skin on fire. Lightning struck. It caused a fire which caught. The fire ran the entirety of my body until it found a home between my thighs. For this I was worse than a charlatan, worse than a cheater, worse than a liar. I should not have felt the burn, the desire, the sensation of sin which flowed like an electric current through me. Pure agony riddled my body. Cayden’s touch should be blasphemy to my flesh but God help me, it was not.
“What have I done!” I screamed.
Austin was the only man I have ever loved. The only man who could set my skin on fire yet I felt something in which I should not. I knew I had betrayed the love of my life for the weakness of my flesh. There would be no forgiveness, no absolution. No ending to this disloyal destruction of my deceitful soul.
I cried out in heart wrenching protest. “What is wrong with me? This cannot be possible. Not possible!”
For the desire of my heart, my love, my need for Austin, was in direct conflict to the desire I experienced still burning upon my flesh.
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Romance, Interracial - novella
TBR reviewer: Amanda
Macy's Awakening opens with a nineteen year-old young woman spending a night in jail after being arrested for shoplifting. Her court-appointed lawyer is soon replaced by one of her father's college friends, who becomes her lawyer, protector, and first lover. As the story continues, these two have to decide if they should just be friends or if their feelings for one another can transcend the twenty-three year age gap, racial barriers, and Macy's father's
The characters in the story are believable, and the sheltered naivete of Macy's innocence rings true as she lets go of her fears to embrace her new-found freedom. Although Jerrod is divorced with a daughter, at times his character seems younger as he lets Macy into his heart. I enjoyed the fact that although they fell into bed together relatively quickly, they then pulled back from the physical relationship and true intimacy grew as they lived together awaiting the end of Macy's case. They went from insta-lust to a true relationship tested by
time and separation. I also appreciated the way things ended for them and the epilogue was especially sweet.
“You know we can’t do this, Macy,” Jerrod said. “Your dad’s an old friend of mine.”
“So?” Big eyed innocence, slow, alluring drawl. “I’m an adult.”
He shook his head. It was sad, really. He’d built his reputation on his eloquence in the courtroom, but here tonight it seemed he’d already run out of arguments.
She leaned closer and whispered, “Is there some big rule that says you can’t have sex with a
Holy shit! There it was. She was giving him an out, if he wanted to use it.
There weren’t any state statutes forbidding it, provided both parties were over eighteen and capable of giving consent, but she didn’t know that. He could lie and tell her there were
laws against it. It might be enough to discourage her flirtations and allow them to keep things on a more professional basis.
Jerrod stared into her big, dark eyes. He couldn’t lie to her. Hell, he didn’t want
to. “No big rule,” he whispered.
Her lips were right there, inches away, ripe and soft, and—God help him—he bent his head and took what she was offering.
Snaking his hand into the satin curls at the back of her neck, he brought her face up to his and brushed his mouth across her lips. Gently at first, barely touching her, feeling her excited breath mingle with his own.
On stage, the band led off with a classic piece of southern blues. A black female singer with a rich, strong voice began to wail about the treacherous heart of her lover. Feeling the plaintive tones of the song surging through him, he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between
Macy’s yielding lips. She opened to him, and he thrust his tongue inside her warm, wet mouth. Several bold strokes and then he withdrew, his blood racing. He heard her whimper above the music. Lifting his head, he glanced around again. No one was paying the least bit of attention. Though the stage was well lit, this grassy area below lay in shadow.
He lowered his mouth again, pressing little nips along her jaw line, drawing away once more, teasing her with his lips until she put an impatient hand on his thigh. He froze. He glanced down. In the dark, he could barely make out the lighter tones of her skin against the indigo of his jeans. As he began to thrust his tongue inside her warm mouth again, her fingers inched up his thigh and cupped his erection.
A groan rose in his throat, but probably only Macy heard it. Her hand moved shyly over the sensitive bulge, pressing and molding it with her fingers. She squeezed him and put her little tongue into his mouth.
It was apparent she hadn’t kissed many guys. The explorations of her fingers and tongue were awkward and experimental. At nineteen, she probably hadn’t been with a lot of men. He wasn’t complaining, only noticing. But then she reached out and grabbed his free hand and brought it to her breast.
He had a brief impression of soft round flesh, topped with a firm protrusion, before he pulled his hand away. He had to. Things were moving way too fast and this was a public place. But God, yes, he did want to hold those sweet breasts of hers in his hands. And more. It was the “and more” that really worried him.
“Not here,” he said into her ear as he removed her hand from his groin.
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M/M, paranormal - novella
TBR Reviewer: Amanda
Russell is a rogue wolf shapeshifter; thrown out of his pack as a teenager for being gay by his uncle, the alpha, he has made his own pack of criminals that sell guns but do not take sides in the shapeshifter war. When he meets Dalton, a lynx shifter eleven years his junior, he begins to get out of his more illegal businesses in order to be worthy of the young man that has his heart. As Russell and Dalton have a day out at a winter festival, Ravens take the shapeshifter war to a whole new level by attacking in the center of many humans and deliberately targeting humans, breaking the secrecy the other shifters are trying to protect.
Hecht's Lost Shifters series needs to be read in order; otherwise, the war between species and many of the other characters that are backstory for this book will not be understood. Dalton and Russell's romance is entirely contained in this book because the previous free story where they met is included.
Russell tries so hard to act tough, but Dalton is able to get under his skin and pull him out of the shell he has created around himself. Dalton, although he watched his family murdered and was kept as a slave , has a sweet heart. He's willing to risk a lot for his mate. However, they come to a point where the past comes back to haunt them both. I enjoy the way they both seem to bring out the best in each other.
I really enjoy this series, and this installment does not disappoint. Although you expect an happily-ever-after ending. I also find the continuing war between the shifter species interesting and look forward to continuing to see how it turns out. My only complaint is that it could have been fleshed out better. If the story was longer the entire plot would have come together more cohesively.
Romance, fantasy - novel
TBR Reviewer: Daniella
Ares, God of War, has been exiled from Mount Olympus and is now living on his private island, entertained by his harem of mortal women. One day a young bruised and battered woman wearing a golden chastity belt is washed up on Ares´ shores and she has no memory of how she got there. The woman turns out to be a Fey named Alena and she has been on the run from her intended husband, the Celtic God of the Forest and Death, Cernunnos, for almost 200 years. Ares is captivated by Alena and he is determined to win her love and put together the puzzle pieces that make up Alena´s past. Soon, the passion and love between them is burning strong, but there are many who try to put obstacles in their path to happiness. They have to fight both mortals and gods to get each other to find their happily ever after.
This is a good book with a great main story line, two very likeable main characters you really want to see together and a nice mix of mythologies. The author has a very engaging writing style, keeping the reader on their toes the whole time. She describes violence as well as
sweet romance with equal intensity. This book contains quite a lot of graphic violence, including sexual violence/abuse, and I believe that anyone who wants to read this book should be well aware of this.
Ares is gorgeous and he knows it. He is also very selfish, moody and sexually insatiable. Having been exiled from Olympus he now lives on an island where he keeps the company of
a few guards and a harem of women. Ares isn´t exactly happy, but his existence is good enough, at least until Alena washes ashore on his island and he realizes how much he has been missing.
Alena is a very independent and cocky Fey woman, with a lot of empathy. Not to forget she is also a great fighter. Even though Ares is still moody and enjoys the violence war brings, Alena manages to coax out his softer, more loving and passionate side. This transformation takes Ares from a mean and selfish character to a likeable badass with a big heart. The two main characters are very well developed, rich in emotion, personality and one really feels involved in every step of their growing relationship.
There were parts of this book that were so good I could hardly put the book down, but there were also other parts that I just wanted to skim through and be over with. I think there were two main reasons for the tougher parts. One was the sexual abuse, which occurred not once, not twice, but at least four times in different settings. A bit too much for my own personal
taste. The second thing was the sometimes very long subplots. Sure, the subplots were all woven in to the main story very nicely in the end and nothing was left hanging loose, but at the point of reading those particular parts I didn´t really understand why they were included. They tended to feel unnecessary and longwinded.
I highly commend the author for managing a descriptive writing style. Instead one really feels engaged in the story and very much in the middle of all the action. I recommend this story to those who like a well written story with equal parts romance, hot sex, angst, violence and intrigue.
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Vodou princess Fanchon Marie, is determined to maintain her independence. That's not exactly going to happen. Two of the most powerful magical families, hers included, have demanded she marry Luca, prince of the Roma, in hopes of creating a new dynasty. And that's just the frigging start to her awesome day. Turns out the leader of the Morlena clan needs to prevent this wedding to maintain his stronghold over the region. He's determined—determined enough to both murder and raise the dead to do it. While Fanchon Marie would rather be dead than marry Luca "The World Revolves Around Me" Dobrogea, it might be a step up from the drooling undead fate the Morlena have planned for her. Maybe
Romance, Paranormal - novel
TBR reviewer: Christine
First of all – read the blurb. I think this is one of the best written blurbs I’ve read in a while. It shows the author has talent and confidence. I immediately wanted to read this, thankfully it was on the list for us to review.
Fanchon is a powerful woman with a streak of bad luck that really made me giggle. Add that to the fact that she has to marry a stuck up, Luca and there are those that don’t want that marriage to happen. Luca is only trying to do what's right and stop a war between their people. He’s a hot, good guy that comes off as an oaf.
The story had a good bit of magic that made the lack of surrounding details a little less noticeable. Then there was the action which wasn’t really action. This author needs more research/practice with those types of scenes. What’s with using fanchon’s name every few sentences? It just threw the flow off the way the name was added in. Perhaps the author was trying to make up for the uses of she, but this ‘fix’ failed miserable. There’s a lot of editing
mistakes also. What really made this book was the characters. Fanchon was entertaining and in depth. She had a sass to her that really lit the pages.
The Last Etruscan is an entertaining and sweet read.
Romance - novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Marion isn’t running from her past, she’s hiding from it but she’s about to have to face it in a big way. Her ex is out of prison and out to get her. She can’t even spell a love potion, how is she suppose to protect herself? Her only chance is an elf with some problems of his own but he has sworn that he will protect her but first she has to learn to trust. Look how well that turned out last time.
It’s a short read with an entertaining plot. The writing is a bit all over the place and slightly confusing but had a good solid pace that kept me in tune with the story. I also really enjoyed the characters. Marion is a human turned witch and a not very good witch either and to make matters worse she is very much a fraidy-cat. Her best friend and room-mate is a bit of a slut but she’s full of heart. Then we have Aidan and elf guard to the queen or he would be if he could keep his foot out of his mouth, something that never changes through out the book. The characters are flawed in such away that I couldn’t help but find them adorable.
However the author could have taken the time to elaborate on some details. I didn’t always understand the world, as to whether all the humans know about the paranormal beings and how does a human become a witch? Then there was a point in the book were the ex intends to kill Marion but he wants her to put on a leather jacket and helmet before getting on the motorcycle. Is this maybe because of motorist laws or is he just a considerate killer?
Despite the questions I had, it’s still an enjoyable read. I might recommend Love Potions.
Mystery, thriller - novel
TBR reviewer: Mark
Frank Paine is an ex-Hollywood actor, turned recent FBI Agent, with a rather seedy, secret past. In his former life, Frank had an addiction to online BDSM chat rooms ~ something which now threatens to be revealed when he attends a call to a Motel room and walks in on a scene that could have been taken straight from one of his role-play scenarios. Someone appears to be targeting Frank and trying to trip up his new career but is there something deeper and more malevolent at work than just a personal vendetta?
Meanwhile washed-up, alcoholic, former Pulitzer prize winning journalist, Roger Martin is at his wits end trying to find a story that will restore him to former glory. Investigating a series of mysterious, apparently unlinked disappearances of eccentric rich millionaires over a period of several years, Martin accidentally stumbles across a conspiracy that has so far gone unnoticed. And the further he delves, the more his and the FBI's investigation begin to link...
This is a highly enjoyable and engaging thriller that grips you very early on and refuses to let go! Don't let yourself be put off by the mentions of BDSM either because there is nothing very explicit in the text and in fact much of what Mr. Kahn mentioned is very tame, carrying only the merest hint of eroticism. The characters are well conceived too and the way the two plot threads eventually string together is very cleverly done. I'll be honest, this wasn't my first choice of book to review but in hind sight, this was a mistake on my part as I found myself enjoying this far more than I ever expected to! Within only a few chapters, I was hooked and couldn't stop reading right up until the end!
One thing I always ask myself when discovering a new writer is would I read anything else by this author and here, the answer is a definite yes. This novel is by no means perfect but has very few faults and Larry Kahn has an accomplished style that helps the story to flow to its natural conclusion, pulling you along in its stream almost without you realizing you are hooked! If you like strong mystery thrillers with plenty of tension and suspense, then this
novel is for you and is a far better read than many of the mass-market thrillers that you can normally pick up from your local supermarket shelf!
King of Paine definitely comes recommended!
Frank found Reyes studying the contents of an open folder in one of a dozen cubicles dotting the blue-carpeted bullpen. After getting his attention with a knock on the vinyl doorframe, Frank skipped the bull. “Woody’s out today, but I want in on this rape case. It’s a better fit for Violent Crimes than the Kiddie Porn Unit, don’t you think?”
Reyes set the folder down on his desktop, gesturing for him to sit in the lone chair opposite his gray metal desk. “Maybe even a better one for the Atlanta police. I don’t see the federal issue.”
As Frank sat, he recognized one of his old headshots on top of the open folder—wavy, golden brown hair, sun-baked skin, dimpled chin, blue eyes, and that ridiculous smirk his fans seemed to adore. Rugged good looks that translated well on film, less impressive in a locker room full of linebackers. It did not bode well that Reyes was studying his personnel file.
He clenched and unclenched his clammy fists to collect himself. His nerves always acted up before a first take but, with Reyes already suspicious, he sensed there would be only one chance to get this right. Lee Fields’s voice echoed in his head.Play it with emotion, Frankie Boy. He summoned a memory from his early days in Hollywood, when he lost a role after a kick-ass audition to a jerk who was the director’s second cousin’s kid or some other convoluted relation.
“Give them Ralston for the rape if you want,” he began. “But some lunatic is working the Internet, setting up sex crimes. I researched this last night and think we can prosecute under federal law for criminal use of a communication facility or cyberstalking. He may have struck before, and he may strike again, in Atlanta or elsewhere. It’s not a local issue.”
Reyes’s eyebrows arched up. “Why the sudden interest in this case, my friend? Low profile. No terrorists. No serial killers. Not exactly Hollywood stuff, no?”
Frank averted his eyes, unable to hold the Cyber agent’s penetrating gaze. No matter how hard he worked to fit in, these guys would only see that grinning idiot playing G-Man on the big screen. Were they so wrong? When did the acting stop and Frank Paine begin? He unclipped the shield from his jacket pocket, slowly twirling it in his hand.
“You’ve got the wrong idea about me. I don’t want publicity. I’m not proud of some things I’ve done, but one day I’d like to be able to look myself in the eye when I stare into the mirror. This badge stands for principles I want to live by. Fidelity. Bravery. Integrity. I can’t do that if you treat me like a joke.”
Reyes closed the folder, studying Frank intently. “Our UNSUB—the unknown subject—sent you a personal invitation to this fiesta, my friend. You want to recite the Bureau motto for me? Stop acting and spill the frijoles. I googled the nickname your tipster used and did not get any hits referring to you. Tell me about The King of Paine.”
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Romance - novel
TBR reviewer: Brutally Honest
This is 3rd in a series, yes I’ve read them all. I recommend reading them in order because they kick some serious ass. I’ve fallen for Ms. Nelson’s series and when I got my hands on the new book I was practically drooling.
Winny is...very domestic, yes, that’s the word I’d use. She’s sweet and I did like her character. Her son, Roy, stalked and tried to kill Luke’s family. Lucas is a forty something year old ranch owner who is in love with Winny. He rather reminds me of Harrison Ford. (Who I would take home at any age! *wink* Email me Harrison, lol.)
I love the fact that the story plays out just before Roy’s trial, which we know from the
2nd book that he escapes. The story overlaps in a very interesting manner. The romance is a blend of heat and elegance. They had this underlying sweetness that really gave the characters that much more depth.
So, why not 5 shiny stars? There was a lot to be fixed about Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek. First is the scenes. Some were rushed, others slow and then there are several scenes that were so boring I was tempted to skip over them. Ms. Nelson wrote a lot of domestic scenes, cooking and spending time with the boys. It should have been trimmed so it wouldn’t hinder the flow so drastically. Parts of the book were more outlines; there was no fleshing out
and little details. I can’t help but wonder why this book took such a downward turn when the first two in the series were fantastic! The action was tame. There wasn’t suspense or edge of your seat scenes like the first two. This needed another intense look by an editor; I think that would have solved half the problems.
Trouble Brewing in Thunder Creek was a good read but certainly not a favorite. If you liked the first two in this series you’ll enjoy this one.
Paranormal, romance - novel
TBR reviewer: Luta Wolf
Violet was killed in the prime of her life, the star of a Burlesque club that caught the attraction of a dangerous stalker. Some years later she gets a second chance when an accident leads her into the body of an OD victim. This time around things have to end better, don’t they?
To say that I loved this story is putting it mildly. When I was sent the blurb to this book, I was immediately intrigued because I haven’t seen a plot like this ever before and frankly, with the way I read, that about never happens. I found that not only was the plot unique, the characters interesting, but the writing style was absolutely enamoring. The author jumps you back and forth between characters, giving you a well rounded story but it’s done so seamlessly that never once did it come across choppy. As if all that wasn’t enough, the emotional connection between the characters completely got to me and oh wow the sex scenes.
I do suggest reading this story late at night with the door locked, children in bed and maybe a radio on to drown out the buzzing sound. I hate reading M/F/M books in which the men stay completely away from each other, it just doesn’t seem realistic that two men would never touch while having sex with the same woman and I almost broke into Hallelujah when the author didn’t fall into this category. The two males may be completely hetro but when their junk touched in their rush to get at Violet there was no gross out moment which actually turned me on more. It’s that whole Real Men syndrome and what woman doesn’t get turned on by true blue alpha men.
I’m not recommending or suggesting, I’m telling you to go out and get this book now. I guarantee that you won’t regret it.
Ciprian’s words were cut short as she heaved open the door. His smell hit her first. The musky scent filled her nostrils. But this wasn’t like the scent she sensed as a ghost. It was the scent she was accustomed to times a million. Arousal immediately flooded her body in response to the deeply visceral experience of him standing in front of her. She realized that even though she’d had a little taste of the world around her as an apparition, she had no longer truly experienced it in high-def.
It was like watching television on a little thirteen-inch after being used to a fifty-inch flat-screen. She was addicted to the television in the men’s office, clicking the remote one of the few things she felt worth her energy to manifest.
Her eyes caught the bright blue of Ciprian’s, and her knees locked into place as she stared up at him. “Gawked” would have probably been a better word. He was a beautiful man. Not beautiful in an effeminate way, but so perfectly male, he was just, well, beautiful. Being in his actual presence, feeling the heat of his body and the aura he exuded, was overwhelming. Tickling tremors raced up her arms and legs as the full impact of being a sentient being hit her with full force.
“Are you going to let me in? We need to talk.”
His words flooded through her ears, the rich chocolate of his voice oozing over her. She felt the ebb and flow of the little hairs within. This wasn’t life. She had lived once before and felt nothing like this. This time around she was experiencing the world more strongly than she had when she’d been alive. Every nuance of the environment around her was amplified.
Ciprian stared at her, and she realized she had never responded. Violet couldn’t find her voice, and stepped back, urging him to come in with her splayed hand. As he passed her, the warmth of his body singed her own, and she soaked it in deeply. Flabbergasted, she had one of the two men who had starred in her fantasies for the last few months, and she was panicked.
And her stomach felt queasy. That was one part of living she could have done without.
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TBR reviewer: Monua
Jenna and Tyler are the perfect couple who lead the perfect lives. Until a horrible accident changes everything. Will Jenna’s dreams of another man and Tyler’s own deep secret destroy everything they’ve built? Or will Fate personally change an irrevocable course of events that no one could possibly foresee?
TISSUE WARNING! I absolutely hate books that make me cry, let alone in the first chapter! But this book changed all that! I loved every moment and every tear! From the first page, Jenna and Tyler capture your heart with a rollercoaster of emotions that are real and relatable to all of us. I felt like I was living in their shoes. Not many books can do that, and Jennifer Labelle hit a home run on all counts. Meant To Be is an engrossing read that makes you yell for more! The secondary characters are likeable and you are rooting for their happy
ending as much as the main characters. This is a “keeper” and in my top list of books to read over and over. Thanks for the great read!
Meant to Be was such a fantastic, heart wrenching book. I LOVED it. Thank you for letting me read it. I am looking into purchasing the paperback.