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A prompt request

17 Jan

Hey guys, so it Saturday already. This year sure is flying swiftly by, huh? It’s already the freaking 17th. Wow!

Anyway, just wanted to ask for some writing prompts for tomorrow. You know, Short Story Sunday and all. I feel like a challenge.

So, don’t feel shy. Just leave me a comment for a prompt on what you’d like tomorrow’s story to be about.

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-Dee

REVIEW: Wallbanger by Alice Clayton

16 Jan

Title:Wallbanger
Author: Alice Clayton
Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Erotic
Rating:

SYNOPSIS
The first night after Caroline moves into her fantastic new San Francisco apartment, she realizes she’s gaining an intimate knowledge of her new neighbor’s nocturnal adventures. Thanks to paper-thin walls and the guy’s athletic prowess, she can hear not just his bed banging against the wall but the ecstatic response of what seems (as loud night after loud night goes by) like an endless parade of women. And since Caroline is currently on a self-imposed dating hiatus, and her neighbor is clearly lethally attractive to women, she finds her fantasies keep her awake even longer than the noise. So when the wallbanging threatens to literally bounce her out of bed, Caroline, clad in sexual frustration and a pink baby-doll nightie, confronts Simon Parker, her heard-but-never-seen neighbor. The tension between them is as thick as the walls are thin, and the results just as mixed. Suddenly, Caroline is finding she may have discovered a whole new definition of neighborly…

In a delicious mix of silly and steamy, Alice Clayton dishes out a hot and hilarious tale of exasperation at first sight…

MY THOUGHTS
Look alive people. O has left the building. And no, I’m not talking about Oprah.

Can I dish out six stars? I think I just did.
I give it 6 “O-filled-zucchini-bread-eating-sizzling-hot-panty-incinerating-tear-dropping-hold-your-tummy-cause-this-book-is-hilariously-epic” stars.

P.S: O is for Orgasm. Don’t look at me like that.

This book was WALLBANGING great. It was so funny and I probably looked like a retard all through this read.

It was filled to the brim with sexual frustration, O-lessness, Zucchini bread, and one hilarious page after the other. I freaking loved it. The wit, the snarky dialogue, the characters, the cat. Yes, you read right. The cat was part of my enjoying this book. And I mean the animal, not my innocent way of referring to the hoohah. So good.

Caroline AKA “pink nightie girl” just became my favourite Female character this year. It was entertaining reading her POV. Did I mention she refers to ‘lower Caroline’ in the third person? That’s right. After her ‘O drought”, she sort of started to talking to it. I know.

And Simon AKA “Wallbanger”, well, I liked him. Despite his harem, well it’s what Caroline called it. Any other time I would have minded it, but hey, they were adults and all consenting. Whatever floats their boat. Who am I to judge?
Anyway my point is, I liked Simon. Come on, you know me by now. Any book that has a sarcastic, funny and ‘charming’ main guy is an instant love for me. *cough* *cough* and hot *cough*

I started reading this one and I didn’t want to put it down.

The other characters were also well developed. So good. And the last chapter in the Cats POV -don’t ask, just go with it- was just the cherry on the sexual-frustrated-not-even-George-Clooney-can-bring-back-the-O awesome cake.

I wanna read it all over again.

*And I know this review seems a bit off, you can’t blame me. I’m still feeling the rush of this read 😀

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-Dee

AUTHOR INTERVIEW: Ellen Allen Author of “The Sham”

12 Jan

Hey guys, remember when I mentioned that I’d introduce a new segment on my blog (as part of my resolutions)? Well, today I’ll post my first ever author interview. It’s an exciting day for me. Do stick around and read thoroughly. You’ll definitely learn something :).

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing the lovely Ellen Allen, indie author of YA thriller The Sham.

Ellen Allen

Hi Ellen, thank you for agreeing to this interview. It’s great to have you on my little blog.

Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

Three years’ ago I quit my job in London and moved with my small daughter to the south of France. The plan was to stay for a few months – to fulfill a lifelong dream of lollygagging in rosé wine vineyards, writing a book, getting the hang of French grammar, etc. – but we haven’t been able to leave!

We’ve built a new life here, complete with jobs, schools, and French subjunctive tenses – as well as the vineyards and writing! – and the best part is that we’re only a few hours away by train from our family in London. It’s also sunny here, roughly 300 days a year…

I’m not sure that I have many strange quirks but I love wild swimming; my favourite spots are under Pont du Gard in the south of France and Dosthill quarry in the Midlands, England.

When did you first develop an interest in writing?

I never set out to be an author but I’ve always been writing: at school, it was often some sort of trilogy involving magic kingdoms and dwarfs (I loved Tolkien); throughout my teens, I religiously recorded monumental events in my diary but mostly filled it with inconsequential lists of things I had to do each day (have a bath, feed the cat…); when I was pregnant with my daughter, I began writing plays, which was the first time that I actually considered that I might be able to write – I received a really encouraging critique from the BBC. Since then, I’ve written a few more plays as well as my first book, The Sham. It sounds a bit silly but I just have to write. It’s what makes me wildly happy.

When it comes to your writing, how do you stay inspired and motivated?

Writing books is hard work so to stay motivated, I find it best to give myself weekly, monthly and yearly goals. For example, this week I intend to blog twice and finish my plan for book two. This month, I intend to start writing my new book and this year, I intend to finish it! For inspiration, I read, read, read…

Where do you write? Do you like quiet or is music a must and part of your writing process?

Music is a must. I’ve attached the playlist for The Sham below.

To hear the music that was part of The Sham’s writing process, check out The Sham’s playlist.

To be a writer you HAVE to be a reader. Who is your favourite author?

I have lots of favourites: for dark teen issues, you can’t go wrong with anything by Laurie Halse Anderson; for literary fiction, my favourite is The Secret History by Donna Tartt – she writes characters that stay with you long after you finish her books; if I want comfort reading, I’ll read To Kill A Mockingbird or any Jane Austen; and no one can scare me as much as Stephen King.

The literary world is full of diversity and variety at times it gets overwhelming. Do you have a favourite genre?

I love writing YA because it’s a genre that seems to allow authors to take a crazy idea and run with it, much more than adult books. I love reading most things but mainly YA, adult thrillers and literary fiction.

After enough reading and getting swallowed up in other people’s work, some words just stick to us and touch us. What is your favourite book quote?

My favourite quote at the moment is by Stephen Chbosky from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I didn’t love the book as much as I think everyone else does but there are some wonderful phrases in it, such as “we accept the love we think we deserve.” So true.

Now we have to talk about your book, “The Sham”. To read my personal thoughts on The Sham, see my review.

The Sham

The Sham

Can you tell us a little about your book?

The Sham is a YA contemporary thriller, set in the fictional town of Clevesham in the Midlands, England. A girl called Emily meets a boy called Jack, the same day as her classmate is murdered (and later washes up in the local floods). As more of her classmates go missing, suspicion increasingly falls on Jack and Emily must decide who and what she trusts. Fast. Before the police can arrest him. Before another girl goes missing. Before he simply disappears.

What brought up the idea? The first chapter was a bit dark, did you intend it that way?

The idea came to me in a nightmare. I dreamed that I was 17 again, back in school, with the same group of 4 friends, involved in a murder of one of them. It was so vivid that I couldn’t get back to sleep and the only way I could get it out of my head was to write it all down. It is quite dark but necessarily so – it sets up the book.

The sham has an interesting cover…tell us about that. How it came up. Did you have a say in the design?

I was trying to think of an image from the book that would stand out on the shelves. I told BookBaby (who did the design) what I wanted and I loved what they came up with.

Do you think book covers contribute to buying process?

Absolutely! I think it’s a big part of our buying decision. It’s also one of the most difficult as it has to visually encapsulate what the book is about. It’s a tricky process.

Every book review blogger knows writing isn’t easy. It takes determination and pushing oneself. What’s the hardest part about writing for you?

I love each phase of the writing process – the research, the outline, the writing and the revision but I think the hardest part has to be just buckling down and doing it, whatever part of the process you’re on. It doesn’t get done itself!

 Was it hard getting an agent?

I sent my novel out to about fifteen agents and she replied the same day, asking to see more. She read it the following week and asked if I’d like to meet, so it was pretty straightforward. We had a great meeting – very constructive – and she gave me loads of advice. That said, when I sent her the rewrites, she’d left her job, so I managed to lose my agent very easily too! I’m currently waiting for another agent to read the full manuscript so we’ll see what happens.

Do you ever get writer’s block? How do you combat it?

If I can’t write anything, it’s usually because I haven’t thought through my ideas enough. Sometimes the best thing can just be to do everything other than writing… letting ideas just sit in your brain or reading, reading, reading. Sometimes a good book can spark other ideas in your head and set me off…

I’m no writer but I know feedback is very important. It’s great to read what your readers thought of your work. What are your thoughts on good/bad reviews?

I love the bad ones as much as the good. Seriously! As a newly self-published author, reviews are the only feedback that I’ll get on my writing and I’m really enjoying reading it (even if it is painful at times!). I think it’s the only way that authors like me will improve their work (identifying writing ticks, or plot holes, for instance).

It can be difficult to read bad reviews but I think you still have to remember to say “thank you”. From a reviewer’s perspective, a person has taken a lot of time and energy reading the book and writing a review and they’re entitled to their opinion. From my perspective, if one person has said something, it might or might not be true. When I read a hundred reviewers all saying the same thing, offering the same critique, then I’ll know it’s definitely true. It’s that feedback that I’ll be taking with me to the next book.

Do you think about giving books away for free?

I’ve given away tons of review copies and I happily run giveaways on blogs. I think it’s a great way of getting my book to people who have never heard of me at all. I’ve heard that free books are also great for authors who have other works for sale, which they can offer as a lead in to their work.

What advice can you give to any aspiring writers reading this?

I’m new to this so I don’t really feel qualified to offer advice to anyone. Instead, I’ll offer up the advice from others that I’m following religiously:

As Stephen King most famously says, “reading is writing”. You need to be reading widely and voraciously to write well. I have a non-writing job, so I find it hard to find the time to read as much as I should. The reading challenge on Goodreads has been great for helping me keep track of how many books I’m getting through and what’s next on my list.

Lionel Shriver – one of my favourite authors – was asked what the best advice was for new authors and she put it well: “Don’t turn it into a mystical process. Just get on with it!” You have to be disciplined, dogmatic, stubborn and organised to be a jobbing writer. I try not to think about the rest – the doubts about talent, whether anyone will read it – and I just get on with it. I want it to be my career, so I treat it as if it is.

There is tons of writing advice out there that isn’t very good – the irony in reading writing advice that isn’t well written! You can spend hours trawling through it, but it’s distracting and time wasting. Find a few blogs that you rate, a few sites that you trust, follow a few similar writers, watch how they progress and then – you guessed it – get on with it.

So, what’s next? Any work in progress at the moment?

I don’t like to talk about the books that I’m currently writing in too much detail, partly because I feel silly talking about stories before they’re solidified in my head. It is YA, it is a thriller, but it involves a wider group of people who are brought together for a certain purpose. I’m really enjoying how it’s coming, partly because I’m at the point where I’m working out if all the twists and turns work and who’s who. I hope it will be out sometime this year.

That was very eye opening on my part and I enjoyed the responses. I have a ton of questions but that’s all for today. Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions and for sharing The Sham with us.

Well readers, if you’d like to contact Ellen Allen or read more about her work, you can reach her (and The Sham) at the following links:

Ellen Allen’s Amazon author page

The Sham on goodreads

Ellen Allen on Twitter

Ellen Allen on Facebook

Ellen Allen’s writing blog


That’s it for my first author interview. Do leave me a comment on your thoughts and if you have already read The Sham, what did you think of it?

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-Dee

Short Story Sunday #2

11 Jan

Title: The Writer and The Mother
Word count: 1900.

The Writer and The Mother
Sandra Charmer was seated on a soft chair with a laptop in front of her. Warm fuzzy socks covered her feet and a hot steaming cup of coffee was resting near the laptop. After what happened the last time she had a cup of liquid so close to her computer, one might think she’d have at least learnt something. Oh well, that’s’ a story for another time.

She was typing away and wore a smile of her face. Such days were rare-days that oozed of nothing but inspiration and juicy ideas. She was in the zone. To hell with writer’s block; in that moment, the words were flowing from her like a river. She’d been at it for hours and now that she was going to impress her editors with her latest idea, all she felt was pride and joy. Her son was in the next room watching cartoons.

Being a writer hadn’t always been easy for Sandra. There was a time when she almost gave up on it all and settled for a 7-6 job. It was hard, and it was depressing. Something had to be done to pay the bills. Sacrifices had to be made. She’d lost all hope of ever having her work out there. That was when she’d first gotten out of college. A major in English with a 1 year old son, no husband or boyfriend to speak of and her family all but non-existent. Life seemed bleak. It was a trying time.

The upside was that she’d managed to get a job in a quaint little library in town and though it was close to something she loved-books- it wasn’t quite as satisfying as she’d have liked. She wanted to write, her fingers itched with the need of it. She wanted to share the world as she saw it in her eyes, she wanted to touch people’s lives and inspire, using nothing more than words.

So for a year, she worked her little bum off and managed to pay the bills. The library wasn’t half bad. She could afford a sitter for her son, she could put food on the table and life went on. Boringly. All the while, she’d write a couple of words after work and as time went by the words increased and increased until it became something that resembled an actual novel. Believing in yourself can breed the most amazing results.

Her big break came almost a year after that. After trying and failing with each publishing house she approached, she finally decided to go the non-traditional route and just put her book online. Social media was a gift she was grateful for and thank the heavens for ebooks. Working in a library had come in handy as well because she found it easy to tell readers about her book. In such situations, you have to use every weapon at your disposal. The fact that most of those readers had blogs was the icing on the bibliophile’s beautiful cake. Her book got more love than she’d anticipated and the e-book that was selling for nothing more than peanuts at first got a major boost and she actually made some money. It’d felt so good.

Then like a really good dream you wouldn’t want to wake up from, she’d gotten approached by an actual publishing house. It was small and up and coming but it was still a publishing house. You have to jump at every opportunity that presents itself to you, no matter how small. She was finally going to lose the ‘self-published’ tag and she couldn’t have been prouder. It’d all felt surreal to her. Her next novel was published and just like the first, it’d gotten the buzz it deserved. Sandra was making her mark on the literary world.

For a while at least.

Not all books turn out to be best sellers and no matter how much of your blood, sweat and soul you pour in your work, sometimes it’s just never enough to make the dent you need or want. It’s the unfairness and cruelty of life.

All these happenings sort of got her accustomed to a certain way of life and shaped her to be the writer that she’d turned out to be-Which brings us to this most eventful day that had started with her bathing and feeding her son. Sandra was still typing when her phone buzzed. It was the editor and owner of the publishing house, Edna.

“Hello, Edna. So good to hear from you.” She said, her smile was still on her face. It was a good day after all. She’d typed so much that she couldn’t have been prouder if she tried. She had a good feeling about her latest work in progress.

“Sandy, I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Edna said, “You know how I care about you, right? Thanks to your books, my business was a major success.” Her voice made Sandra hold her breath. What could be so bad that Edna would call personally?

“Okay. What’s the problem?”

“The sales of you last books have been less than satisfactory. We’ve talked about this before but now, we can’t just keep ignoring it.” That didn’t sound good. It didn’t sound good at all. “The series just isn’t gaining the momentum that we would like. We’re going to have to let you go.” Edna said.

The air felt thin as soon as Sandra heard the last part. She knew that after the success of her first two books, the others were a bit…underappreciated. Readers found them lacking. The series wasn’t close to even having a 3.5 star rating. But to be let go? That was just awful.

“Edna, c-come on. I’m working on a fantasy YA. I know it’s still a work in progress but it’s good. I can feel a best-seller coming up. Don’t do this. You have t-“

“Sandy, please.” Edna pleaded. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Hear me out at least. I know what my readers like and this book will-“

“The decision is final. I’m sorry.”

“What am I supposed to do now? Writing is all I know.” She thought about her son and all his needs. She thought about how it would be if she couldn’t write any more. It felt like she was being asked to cut off a piece of herself. An arm or a leg. It killed her, inside and out.

“Listen, over the years we’ve become friends and I care about you but this isn’t personal. I have to think about my company. We can’t keep making loses. I’ve put it off for long enough because you’re my friend. Because I owed you that much.” Edna’s voice was laced with so much sadness and sincerity that it almost broke Sandra even more than she already was.

She wanted to plead. She wanted to ask for a second chance. She would work harder and push more. She’d make sure that her next book would be loved. She’d do anything. Anything was better than being let go. It felt like she was once again letting her dream slip her by. It shattered her.

With a lump in her throat she managed to say, “Thank you. For the chance you gave me. Even if it was just for a while, at least I lived my dream.” It was a miracle that she was even being coherent in her thoughts and words. He mind was slowly turning to mush. Comprehending the situation was getting harder and harder.

“I really am sorry.” There was a deafening silence as neither one spoke, “this isn’t the end though. You’re a talented writer. Something will give. Take care okay.” Edna said and finally hung up. The kind words well appreciated, they were welcomed but they still didn’t ease Sandra’s aching heart.

Sandra just sat there for a few minutes, the phone still held to her ear. Through teary eyes she looked at the computer screen, her potential masterpiece stared back at her. The room felt like it was spinning. How was she going to move past this?

Bottling it up wasn’t helping and being frozen and glued to her seat was becoming a pain. So, she did the one thing that came into her mind. She shoved the cup of coffee away and screamed. She screamed and hoped it would hurt less. The poor mug hit the ground and smashed into a dozen pieces that scattered all over the floor and the beverage spilled everywhere. Damn. That was going to stain. Great, just great.

She heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet behind her and then the sweetest voice reached her ears, “Mom, your favowite cup is bwoken.” Her son, Chris, said. He was inching closer to her.

“Sweetie, please don’t get any closer.” She wiped her tears and walked to him. Upon reaching him, she knelt so that she was almost at his level. “There’s broken glass everywhere, you’ll hurt yourself, okay?” she gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Mommy, what’s wong? You have tears.” He wiped the trail of wetness with his small, chubby fingers. Her son had never seen her cry and the realisation that he could notice something like that undid her.

“Nothing, sweetie.” She hugged him and held him close, hoping and wishing that he could feel her love and care from that very hug. “I just got something in my eyes. That’s all.”
She broke the hug and ruffed up his hair. “Now, be a good boy and let mommy clean up this mess.” She gave him a smile, no point worrying her son. As a mother, sheltering him from such was her duty. “Go and watch your cartoon. Once I’m done we can watch Finding Nemo together.”

His face lit up upon hearing that and then he turned and started rushing off. After a couple steps he stopped and ran back, ”I wove you mommy.”

Sandra hadn’t planned on shedding any more tears but hearing that led to them pouring out shamelessly. She hugged him tight and then kissed his forehead. “I love you sweetie.” And she did. With every single part of her. “Now go, mommy has to clean that mess up.”

He left and she remained squatting there. Thinking. Wishing. Her son was the light in her life. Her everything. There were times when days got so stressful and hard but looking at his tiny beautiful face always brought a smile to her face. He was her joy. He washed all the pain and hardness away with nothing more than him simply looking at her with his big eyes full of life and potential.

Eventually, she got up and started picking up the broken pieces of the mug. She was extra careful not to cut herself. Though she doubted anything could match the pain and hurt she was already in.

She loved writing; it was a part of who she was. From the second she’d written her first story when she’d just been 8, she knew it’s what she wanted to spend her life doing. She didn’t want to do anything else. It’d become a huge part of her now that it felt almost like breathing. A necessity. So, what was she going to do now? She had enough money saved up to continue living a comfortable life. What about when she runs out?

For her son and her dream, she would climb a freaking mountain. For her son, she’d pick herself up and try once more. For her son, she’d get a 6-6 job.

-Till next time-

So short stories are hard. Tell me what you thought. Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I was near a toddler so I may have embellished on the dialogue. lol

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-Dee

Note To Self #3

10 Jan

When you finally decide to write a full novel, find your own voice. Don’t be a bitch and copy someone else’s style.

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Note To Self #1

8 Jan

If they laugh at you for loving books and call you a nerd, shed a tear for them for they have yet to live and see the wonders of the human brain.

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REVIEW: Only By His Touch by Bree Kraemer

6 Jan

Title: Only By His Touch
Author: Bree Kraemer
Genre: Contemporary Romance.
Rating:

Recommend it: YES
Recommend it to Who: Anyone in need of a charming, witty and passion-filled romance novel.

You can get your Kindle version from Amazon.

Note: I got a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for my very honest review.

SYNOPSIS
Several years after a tragic event, Samantha still finds herself unable to get close to others. The slightest bump into someone makes her cringe and she avoids handshakes as much as possible. She can’t even touch her close friends and family. It seems she will never be able to overcome that terrible, life-changing day.

Until one day, she sees a man that may change everything for her. This man seems so familiar and without even thinking it through she has an undeniable urge to touch him. Where does she know him from?

Will this handsome stranger be able to help her to become the person she was before?

MY HONEST THOUGHTS

This is a first full novel written by Bree Kraemer. I was reading an unedited version so I’ll not point out errors and the like but instead I’ll talk about the controversy behind such a premise, the characters, the overall plot and how it all made me feel.

The author, Bree Kraemer brings us a very inspiring, funny and emotional story. It has wit, it has charm and the characters were very likeable and relatable. Just everyday people who experience things that anyone one of us could go through. I read it with a stupid grin on my face. Okay, fine, some parts made me sad and curse out loud.

I particularly loved it because of the main female lead, Samantha. After a very horrific and life-altering incident, she was willing to give living a shot. She didn’t let fear and ‘what-ifs’ dictate her life anymore. Sure, it took years for her to let anyone close but when she did, I truly felt inspired. Imagine a world where you avoid all human contact…you’re not a germaphobe but it’s still just as hard. Crowds make you nervous and elevators are a nightmare. How would you live?

As a female and being close to Samantha’s age, I felt really attached to her and felt her pain. The PTSD she had was believable and it touched me how her life was affected. But like most people who are hurting, she masked her pain with sarcasm, wit and jokes. I loved that because that’s how I usually live my life. It’s a better alternative to being moppy and wanting everyone to feel sorry for you…all the time.
I don’t know how long it takes someone to get over what happened to her so I can’t really comment on it much. But I can say the fact that she took a leap of faith and decided to not be afraid anymore really sat well with me.

Then, in walks Ethan. A man who signed up for the army straight out of high school. He has his own tragic story but like Samantha, he picked himself up and made something of his life. As someone who was in the army, Ethan came off as a ‘perfect’ gentleman. Notice how I write perfect? Yeah, well, that’s because perfection is so hard to achieve. He was caring, loving, funny and yep, attractive as heck. 

“Even blurry, he was handsome. Well, handsome really wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t hollywood handsome. He was real-life handsome.”– Only By His Touch

I laughed at this part. It made me happy. He came into her life and for the first time in a long time, Samantha felt alive again. He never rushed her to accept him or did anything to make her feel uncomfortable. He just wanted to spend time with her. It was nice to read.

“You can be gentle, rough or any other way there is, just as long as you’re with me.”– Ethan

I enjoyed how their story was written, the feelings were not forced and rushed. You could clearly see that it wasn’t love at first sight but a love that grew over a period of time and got stronger as they grew together. There conversations were natural and they both had great sense of humour. I love funny characters.

The other characters were likeable too. Well except one bitch who deserves a year behind bars or something. It was a welcome plot point that made the story even more real.

I’m a sucker for romance and when beautiful words are used I can’t help the feelings that start up in me. Come on, we love the notebook for a reason :). Every great relationship has bumps along the way and when you work through them, that’s when you become even stronger.
I loved the quote below a lot, I just had to share it. See if you can tell why…

“Say that you know that I want to try this too. Say that you’ll understand if we have to take it slow. Hell, say that you want me so much it might kill you, but please don’t say that you need to wait or walk away.”– Only By His Touch

There was enough drama and conflict but not too much that you cringe and think you’re watching a spanish telenovela. They say too much of anything is bad…well except books maybe and pineapples :D.

I’ve tagged the story as Erotic so I have to talk about the sex, right? Now again, I’m out of my element here -not talking about sex, I read Erotica, talking about sex has to be my element- but I mean just how sex would eventually happen for someone so traumatised. I don’t know anyone who’s ever gone through such and ordeal. So, I’ll talk about how it made me feel.

As with everything in the book, even these scenes where written so well. It didn’t come off as dirty or cheap. It didn’t make me want to wash my brain with soap and bleach. It was beautiful and it was hot. Okay, fine ‘hot’ is an understatement. It was panty-melting-lip-bitting-ice-cube-requiring sizzling hot. Ethan was one mean ‘cat-lover’ *wink *wink.
I should probably end there before I go full “Perve Mode”.

I will say this, however, even when she (the author) was hinting at sex, she made it all sound beautiful and made me happy.

“I’m asking you to make me forget. But more than that, I’m asking you to make me remember. Help me remember what it feels like to touch and be touched. Help remember why I should take chances. But most of all, help me remember that love always wins over fear.”– Only By His Touch.

Now I confess. At first I was a bit skeptical…I thought it was going to be another wounded-heroine-meets-hot-eye-candy-and-he-heals-her-with-his-magic-penis. You know the stories I’m talking about. You’ve probably read enough. You roll your eyes so much that you develop a headache. This however wasn’t like that…at all.
As a first novel, it was well executed.

That’s all for this review.

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