Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Cinderella's Cowboy (This Old House #4) by Roxanne Snopek


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I was given Cinderella's Cowboy in exchange for an honest review by Net Galley

Cynthia only ever got attention from men when they wanted to use her to get to her sisters. Chad Anders in no different only he wants to use her business to get what he wants, which is closer to her sisters. Her consolation will be she gets to prove her worth in business after all her crush will clearly come to nothing.

Chad is just sure it was one of Cynthia's sisters that he has been hunting for after seeing one of them streaking down a hotel hallway years before. His plan to get close to them back fires when all he can think about is the woman working her backside off to make his fundraiser a huge success.

I think I was expecting something steamy and sexy from the title and the blurb but instead all I got from the story line was a lot of 'oh poor me' pity party. Both Cynthia and Chad felt like second best to their older siblings and both truly want to stand out and I get that but should it have been made into a book? I don't know and overall I really just wasn't impressed with this story.

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Link to Cinderella's Cowboy

Book's Blurb
Chad Anders doesn’t know why mousy Cynthia Henley trips all over her tongue when she’s around him. Nor does he understand his undeniable attraction to this good girl. Wild and sexy is his type, like the dream-girl he caught a glimpse of years earlier he’s never forgotten.

Cynthia’s superpower is invisibility, especially with men. It’s better for everyone that way. Besides, she’s got a cat. She’s okay. But when playboy-rancher Chad hires her, she’s got a chance to shine. Professionally, at least. Until she learns of his fascination with a mysterious dream-girl, who was actually nothing more than a shy teenager on an ill-advised dare all those years ago. Cynthia knows she’s no man’s dream-girl and never will be.

But there’s magic at the ball. Princesses glow in the starlight, princes appear out of nowhere, and, sometimes, they look a lot like cowboys…

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

In Loving Memory of Our Shantel

Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted

Shanny December 22, 1994
On December 22, 1994 I gave birth to my third child, She was born with dark hair with strawberry blond tips and the most amazing blue eyes and she was so compact she looked like she weighed 7 or 8 pounds, so you can imagine our surprise when she weighed in at a whopping 9 pounds 8 ounces. We took her home and watched her grow into a strong beautiful and independent young woman who could hold her own against her equally strong and beautiful older sisters and in time her younger brother.

Unlike most families where the younger siblings ended up living in the shadows of the older siblings each of my kids forged their own identity separate from the shadow of the other and Shanny was no different. She made her own name stand out and apart from her sisters who came before her, with her out spoken sense of right and wrong and her ability to lead by example.

I have so many wonderful memories of her growing up and some of them still have me laughing to this day, like the time her sister was getting ready for a dance at her friend's house and she called to tell us she forgot her underwear in the washing machine. We were on the phone with her and trying to figure out how to dry the underwear so we could take them to her. First Shanny tried the blow dryer but it was taking too long so we finally gave up when Kara said to just bring them. We got in the car and Shanny had the brilliant idea of sticking them out the window to air dry, so I had to drive down the road with underwear hanging out the window. When we got to Kara's friends house, Shanny hops out of the car and made like she was pulling the underwear off of the cars antennae. When Kara and her friends came out of the house and asked what Shanny was doing she told them she had tied Kara's underwear to the antennae to dry. Kara chased Shanny for nearly two blocks, before she came racing back to dive into the car locking the door before Kara got her. Kara was so mad she was demanding punishment and all we could do was laugh.

Before that there was the time she leaped off the couch Ninja kicking Crystal in the kidney, dropping her to her knees, because big sister was being bossy with Kara about the vacuuming of the living room.

One of my most favorite memories was of all four of my children following me through Walmart and Winco saying 'Mama mama mama' or 'mommy'. Sometimes they had the help of their friends but most often it was just them or a combination of them and to this day I still have no clue who the ring leader of this particular activity was although I suspect it was Kara with the others eagerly ready to play.

Shanny always seemed to hedge on doing those things that prepared her for going out on her own, she even waited until she was 17 to get her license then she did it more because she didn't want to left behind, it was funny because the day she got her permit she refused to drive home from DMV but boy she had really wanted the permit. So when she came to me her Senior year and said 'Mom, I think I want to join the military' I was stunned not just because she had said it but because she was very mature and eager to discuss it. I said of course said 'ok then research it and tell your dad'. She chose the Navy and left for boot camp in July of 2013 a little over a month after graduating high school.

Shanny July 8 2015 she was 20
And boy, did she liked her back rubs and lying in front of the fire place, you would thought she was a cat. She really loved running, laying outside to tan and coffee, lots and lots of coffee, we had to ban her from coffee after 2 pm because other wise she had trouble sleeping. But my best most precious memories will always be of her smile, her ever ready supply of hugs and our Dutch Bros runs.


On July 8 2015 Jerod (my son) and I picked her up at from the air port at 8:50AM from there we proceeded to find the closet Dutch Bros. She and Jerod each ordered an annihilator while I ordered a caramelizer, she was so excited and was Snap chatting everything as we went, including the fact that we got lost in Portland with the help of GPS. We picked up my husband and went to Prime Time for lunch. I remember her commenting on how messy my car was on the way home from lunch, and making plans with her friends. At around 5:00PM her friend was bring her home from hanging out when they were t-boned by another car. She was about 3 minutes from home when she died.


Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted
(This quote meant a lot to Shanny as she had it tattooed on herself)

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Hello,

My name is Kara, I'm am Laura's daughter. I just came on here to post that my mother will be going off line for while due to a death of a very valuable family member. All I ask is that you keep her and her family in your thoughts and prayers.

Thank you,
Kara

Monday, July 6, 2015

Release Day For Fire Ice by John Day

Today is a big day for John Day who has been working hard to get all 3 Max and Carla stories out.

Fire Ice is book 2 in the grand adventures of this amazing pair of trouble magnets.

Max uncovers a threat to New York while evading capture by the CIA.

Carla is under attack in Afghanistan by the police and Taliban, as she breaks out a woman engineer from a notorious prison.

What is the diabolical connection between vanishing ships in the Bermuda Triangle and global energy demand?

In a race against time to prevent a worldwide disaster, will their plane crash on a freezing mountainside lead to the end of civilization?

How does a favor uncover a clever criminal, blackmail, murder and a terrorist threat to the London Olympics?



Links to Fire Ice




Teasers
“Remove your clothes, all of them; on the orders of the Commandant, I must search your whole body for weapons, drugs, mobile phones and any other items you are forbidden to bring in here.”
“Fine, but only if a woman searches me,” retorted Carla.
“There is no woman here to do it,” sneered the guard, irked that a girl, challenged him. He would take considerable pleasure in humiliating her now.
“Then I want the man I came with, in here,” she demanded.
“No, he has to stay outside. If you don’t cooperate, you will be arrested and kept in prison, you don’t want that, do you,” he sneered.
Carla turned and removed her clothes, draping them on the chair as she went. When she finished, he came over and ran his rough hands over her firm, smooth white skin. He gripped her shoulders and turned her to face away from him. With his hands cupping her breasts, he pulled her close whilst forcing his pelvis firmly into her pert buttocks.
“You won’t find anything there,” she shouted loudly.
He let her go and told her to lie on her back on the couch. He caught hold of her ankles and dragged her bottom to the end of the couch at the same time as he held her legs apart. Bending her knees, he forced her legs back and told her to stay like that while he fingered her genitalia. Finally, he jabbed his wet finger in her anus making her shout out in pain.
“Your done he said sullenly,” disappointed she was so passive.


Carla gave her gleeful smile to emphasize her indifference to their reluctance to confess.
Shamel paled noticeably.
“Oh!” Added Carla. “Were you expecting a bit of sleep deprivation, a slap or two? Perhaps even a broken fingernail or dare I suggest it, waterboarding? Were you going to be terribly brave and endure endless agony and die a Martyr?”
Carla paused for effect.
“We are nothing to do with the government or security forces. We are not bound by their conventions. There will be no public outcry about torture and cruelty, in fact, you will never be found after the interrogator has worked on you. You will simply vanish and no one will know or care about how brave you were.”
Carla paused again for effect.
“With so many people for the interrogator to work with, most of them never experiencing more than a pricked finger in their lives, I think we will get our answers extremely quickly. You know as well as I do that a man or woman will willingly face pain and death for a belief, but to watch their child suffer and die in front of them is a different matter.”
Max and Tim stared at Shamel, stony faced. It was the look that showed no mercy would be forthcoming.



Thursday, July 2, 2015

Release Day for Extinction Event by John Day

John Day's latest book is being released today.


Extinction Event is the beginning of Max and Carla's grand adventures.

Rescued on a mountain road in Italy by Max Fortune, Carla Day involves him in her life of excitement and danger. He becomes hooked on the wealth and glamour surrounding her guardian, known as the Duke, who controls a shadowy business empire. The manipulative Duke uses the steadying influence of Max to tame and protect the wayward girl.

He employs Max & Carla on simple missions, as couriers and trouble-shooters for the business. The pair are trouble magnets and adrenalin junkies who face unexpected danger when things invariably turn nasty.

A crashed aircraft, ancient artifact, and mercenaries in the African jungle, a tomb, and nuclear waste in Egypt, treasure from a shipwreck and a hijacked submarine are but a taste of what they encounter.

Along the way, Max has to face heartbreak and Carla’s past comes back to haunt her.

Will life ever give them a break?



Links to Extinction Event



Teaser
Cancelling the alarm and returning frustrated into the real world, he quietly carried out his ablutions and then made breakfast. He knew Carla was not asleep, but she did not attempt to speak until he called her to the table, and then she only mumbled a thank you. Eating quickly, she got up and dressed whilst Max cleared the table.

Carla had still not come up with a plan and did not want to answer awkward questions, so she avoided any eye contact with Max that might start him off.

Somewhat miffed at her unfriendly attitude, Max started the van and headed for town. As they
approached, Max said unnecessarily, that they had arrived and asked where she wanted to be dropped off. Part of him wanted to see the back of her because she was impolite and moody, but deep down he did not want to lose her. Aware of his conflicting
feelings, he became annoyed with himself. “Pull yourself together,” he thought. “One sniff of pussy and you lose it,
ditch the bitch!”

Carla suddenly pointed. “See that street, by the red car? Just drop me there.” She turned to pick up her bag and brief case, just as Max braked hard, throwing her off her feet.

“Christ! Carla - they’re getting out with guns!”