Review ~ Back to Bataan

Hey Lovelies!
I have another review from the Tribute Publishers! I was interested when approached with this Historical fiction novel. The cover is stunning also!

A world of grey. Jack is a child who is a scholarship student, is being raised by a single mother, and is haunted by his father's death in the war. Jack despite his young age (11 years old) takes on the world on himself during a very confusing time in history. When his 'fiance' and him have a rocky path it doesn't help him feel like there are people for him. Jack feels alone in the world and different from all others in his life. Back to Bataan is a coming of age story during a busy time in history (WWII). It was well written so that the tale was a quick and easy read for its readers. I have never been an elevan year old boy so that might be why I did not connect real well to the main character so I'm sure males might relate better to him. I also found that the world that Jerome Charyn created was believable, both as a setting, but also because of the time frame. I had a slight problem though because both based on the blurb and the cover I thought that the characters would be older. This book was more MG then YA...

Pledged Tour

Hey Lovelies!So I will be posting a couple of posts on an upcoming novel! This upcoming novel is called Pledged! It is a novel about love and adventure, so how can things go wrong? I am excited to post about this as one of my reviews this summer! Link to the blog on on the side of the screen, you should go explore it. It was designed by Gin.

Blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Erin has a problem. Seth has been hers forever, but now an ancient curse is tearing him away. And the demons who invoked it will stop at nothing – even murder – to claim him as their own.

How can she win against a curse so binding that it has damned countless others to this same fate – an eternity alone?

The answer lies in the past. To find it, Erin and Seth must risk all, travelling back in time to a dangerous world where love is forbidden, and life – and death – hang on a pledge.

Follow Erin and Seth as they travel to ancient Shenaya and confront the curse that has plagued their families for millennia. Caught in a war between the Angelic Guardians and the Gefallen, the disembodied dead, they must fight to keep their souls in tact and their love untainted.

Sample Sunday ~ Within Your Eyes

Hey Lovelies!Yes I have returned with a sample! It was hard to pick considering most of my projects right now are well sequels so I can't show them because they'll give too much away! So I figured while my friend Amy is still editing Beneath the Scars (which by the way she is loving!) I would show you the other contemporary fiction story that I have been working on!  Beneath the Scars is a modern Beauty and the Beast, and Within Your Eyes is a modern Cinderella. Both tales have been told many different ways, but it's all in the characters! I am loving the characters in both, I hope you guys will love them as much as me.

Within Your Eyes

Chapter One

Sonja

There was at least two pens in my hair and possibly a pencil poking out of the pun that was to keep me from ripping my hair out while I was rushing through this essay. I had to go home for the weekend because step mom, Robin, needed help around the house and of course my two step sisters were pretty much useless. Thankfully I got almost a full scholarship for a college not far from home otherwise I am sure my step mom wouldn’t have let me go. Even getting her was hard enough, but I had to reassure Robin that I was only a phone call or text away and eventually she let me go. However she literally has no problem calling me and asking me to be home in an hour which is how long it takes me to drive home. Which is almost more strainias than when I was home closer to their beck and call.

The house needed maintenance so I had to drive home to things such as mowing the lawn, cleaning out the gutters, preparing the pool to be closed for the fall in addition to a few other things. So I spent all weekend helping Robin and the dynamic evil twins Tiffany and Christine since they don’t believe in lifting a finger, but that left close to no time to actually get work down myself. Plus there is was little Gabriella who needed to be taken care of.

Sighing I rubbed my eyes as they were tired and dry. I wanted nothing more then to sleep, but this paper had to get done because I needed the GPA to keep my scholarships. I killed myself over the summer to make sure I had money during the school year. A couple of thuds echoed through the apartment signaling one of my roommates were back.

“Sonja are you here?” a voice called out from the door.

“Yeah I’m here,” I responded as my eyes were still glued to the screen, my fingers typed furiously.

“Long weekend?” Angie questioned while leaning in my door frame.

Glancing up I stretched my arms over my head to pull the muscles in my back.

“Yeah I had to make a few calls for them, mowed the lawn even though the grass doesn’t grow in October, cleaned the gutters, repainted parts of the house, you normal college student weekend,” I yawned as I looked at my friend.

Her brown, black and short around her shoulders with her sunglasses on top of her head. Her eyes were outlined in dark mascara with dark pink lips, Angie knew her make-up. That and designer clothes that she even wore to class. Me I was in an old t-shirt that was too big because it was my dad’s and old jeans I wore in high school, but I really needed a new pair. Stupid female hips deciding to widen a little.

“Girl I don’t know why you can’t just cut ties with them, you are over eighteen,” Angie’s eyes soften as her eyes were looking searching around my room which wasn’t as personalized as hers.

I groaned taking my glasses off to rub my whole face.

“I wish it was that easy, as much as she has made my life a living hell, Robin still raised me,” my voice was light. “Her and my dad got married when I was five making us one big happy family. When I was seven Robin became pregnant with Gabriella and my dad died during that time leaving me in her care with her two daughters. Gabriella never really had a chance without me.”

Angie raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, but you are treated worse then prisoners. Family shouldn’t treat others like that.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I know, but it’s the hand I was dealt.”

“Girl you are too good and they don’t deserve you.”

I opened my mouth just in time for my cell to ring. Noticing the caller id I picked up the phone.

“Hey Jim how is the trip looking for them?” I responded pulling out a notebook from my discarded backpack.

“Yeah Sonja I got your message, how are you doing?” Jim asked, he was the travel agent that Robin has always used, well that I used to help plan her trips.

“I’m well, and busy thanks,” I spoke kindly balancing my phone with my head and shoulder while grabbing a pen.

“I see that you were looking for around New Year Eve and looking to go somewhere warm?”

Nodding my head and folding my legs as I was still on my bed Angie walked out of the room rolling her eyes.

“Yeah Robin wants to take Tiffany, Christine, and Gabriella with her when she goes away. She is thinking possibly Aruba since it is south enough to still be warm in January,” I continued

“It’ll be a little more expensive since that is a holiday time and this is rather short notice-“

I butted in, “I know and I’m sorry, you know Robin, she doesn’t plan real well-“

“Wasn’t she scheduled for a skiing trip around that time?”

“Yeah she was, but then Tiffany was complaining how much she doesn’t like the cold which started up Christine. So instead she is thinking possibly maybe starting the travel on the twenty-seventh to possibly January tenth?”

“That’s a long time to be away, is she sure?”

I sighed, “I know as happy as I will be to have the house to myself I asked her a couple of times, but she says she is sure.”

I heard clicks through the phone connection.

“Well you really gave me a challenge this time, so I’ll try to work on it and get back to you,” Jim’s voice was tired and I could not blame him.

“Thank you Jim! You Sir, are a lifesaver,” I spoke before we hung up.

Groaning I put the Robin notebook aside before putting the last touches on my essay. Then I pressed print to make sure that I could hand it to my professor later. Stretching while I was walking I made my way to the kitchen where Angie was standing in front of an open fridge.

“That won’t make deciding dinner faster,” I jabbed at my friend that I met our freshman year of college.

“Blah, but I don’t know what I want to eat,” Angie faked whined.

I playfully shoved my friend out of the way and searched the fridge, “Wow we really need to go to the food store…one more thing that needs to be done.

I scrunched my face.

“If you give me a list I’ll go.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, “No offense, Angie I love you, but do we not remember the last time you went food shopping for us?

Angie rolled her eyes, “We didn’t starve.”

“You bough us stale bread, five cans of Spaghetti-O’s, two gallons of ice cream, a few Mac & Cheese boxes, several frozen pizzas, and a jumbo box of Fruit Loops. I might as well have sent a small child to do the food shopping,” I muttered as I grabbed some of the last bit of ground beef since it was going to go bad soon. There was some other stuff that we needed for tacos so I figured it was also short to cook so why not have a taco night.

“So Angie, it seems we have a taco night on our hands,” I laughed as I watched her eyes grow big.

“Tequila!” Angie squealed starting to jump around in the kitchen waving her arms about.

I laughed shaking my head happy that we were in apartments her father set us up in because we would get in trouble for her drinking habits.

“I love meals that are perfectly themed with alcohol!” Angie sang as she went through a cabinet she kept her drinks that she hid we weren’t quiet twenty one.

“Woman sometimes I wonder if you’ll be the death of me,” I giggled, but shook my head.

“You can’t die because who else would I force to have fun?” Angie proclaimed as I heard clanking of glasses.

I had the meat sizzling in the pan while I started to grate the cheese.

“If I died then you probably would die off yourself, I take good care of you,” I pointed at her with the block of cheese.

Angie grinned.

“I know my parents love you as much as I do,” Angie giggled before hugging me. “You are like their second daughter that they occasionally see.”

I smiled thinking of the invitations I’ve received from their family, most of which I had to deny because of Robin.

“Well they are so nice how could I not appreciate them?” I questioned stirring the meat before grabbing the mutated head of lettuces. “Angie what did you do to this thing?!”

Angie shrugged taking a shot before putting the bottle away, “I hate having classes in the morning.”

I snorted, “You also hate having them at night.”

“Very true, the afternoon classes seem to be my cup of tea, speaking of tea do we have any?” Angie started to search the cabinets.

Laughing I answered, “I haven’t been here all weekend you tell me!”

Angie started to hum as she rummaged probably looking for tea bags. Shaking my head a smile escaped because taking care of Angie was not a chore like taking care of the three at home. Angie grabbed a couple of plates for us as she seemed to have forgotten the teabags she was attempting to find.

“We’ll make a list tonight then after our last class ends tomorrow since they end around the same time.”

Angie grinned, “Sounds good, so we’ll take one car?”

Class ended a couple of minutes early which was rare so I sat in the lounge with a book from my political science class. My dark hair was tied back in a braid that was slung over my shoulder and I curled up in the chair. My eyes skimmed each word as I zone out to my surroundings of constant people moving about. One of the index fingers rested against the edges of the pages waiting to turn the page once again.

“God it’s so creepy sometimes how still you can be, you’re like a painting!” Angie shrieked with her big purse hanging on one of her shoulders.

She should talk, she appeared as if she leaped off one of the pages of a fashion magazine. Angie wore knee high heeled, chocolate boots over her skinny jeans, a mocha color shirt and a light jacket. Her make-up was not smudged and her dark hair was pinned straight. As much as I loved my friend I really was jealous of her at times.

“Sorry I figured I’d get some homework done while I was waiting for you,” I responded pushing myself up.

I shoved my book back into my backpack before following her. If our classes were around the same time Angie offered to drive me to help save miles considering how much I drove home and back. As we got closer to her car it glistened in the sun, always clean, till you got inside where there was paper and bags all over.

“I really hate this professor; I mean come on look at these marks on a paper! It’s a History class not English, as long as the facts are there and the paper makes sense why the hell be so strict!” Angie grumbled as she slid into her leather seats.

I placed my back pack on the floor by my feet still not completely comfortable in her settings. My own room at my so called home I lived in a section in the basement.

“I don’t know what to tell you other than I’ve had more bad professors then I have had teachers from kindergarten to senior year of high school,” I commented as her music blasted as the windows were open on this odd warm October. “Just remember when we get there we have a set list and you are not to go ADD on me.”

Angie laughed, “Yes mommy, you really have loosened up since I took you under my wing to be my friend, but that reminds me!” she squealed. “So me and this girl in my class I think her name is Laura, or is it Laurie? This is going to drive me crazy!”

Angie stopped talking as her face scrunched, the tires swerved and I grabbed the wheel.

“Angie! Drive! Name is not important!” I yelled as my voice went high pitched.

“Right!” Angie’s tone was its normal bubbly-ness as if we almost didn’t die. “Her name isn’t important anyway, but she was talking about a party Halloween weekend! It is apparently going to be big. I mean a couple other colleges are spreading the word, there will be costumes, music, and god only knows how many boys!”

I rolled my eyes.

“You are forgetting something my darling friend,” I sang as Angie was parking.

“What’s that?” Angie asked as she glanced over at me with scrunched manicured eyebrows.

“Robin,” I muttered the one word.

Angie groaned as she got out of the car just to slam the door.

“Sonja, even for one night?!”

I rolled my eyes as I followed her, taking a cart I put my purse in the front seat. Hunched over I followed my friend down the aisle. She grabbed a box of freshly made chocolate chip muffins, not on the list.

“As long as she doesn’t call me that night I won’t have an excuse considering I live with you,” I muttered taking a couple apple off the cart and into a bag.

“That’s the spirit! However a little more enthusiasm!” Angie exclaimed in the middle of the produce area causing people to turn and stare.

“I didn’t say I would go,” I retorted.

“But you didn’t exactly say no either,” Angie pranced down another aisle.

I pushed the cart ahead before picking my feet up so that I could feel the cart drive down without me doing so. Finally catching up with the tall child I dropped my heels to stop the cart.

“Yeah I’m the ADD child,” Angie smirked.

I grinned, “I love you.”

“You’re still going to the party.”

I groaned.

“Think of the costumes-“

“I’m not wearing a whores costume they call a costume. They are pretty much as much coverage as what women wear on a pole,” I spoke through gritted teeth ready to fight my friend even though I knew by now she’d get her way.

“It’s the one day a year where we get to spend large quantity of money to wear lingerie outside!” Angie joked, but I was in no mood as I glared at her. “Fine we’ll get you a cute little club dress and a mask so that you can hide behind something other than those glasses of yours.”

I touched my thin rimmed glasses.

“I kind of need them to see,” my voice was weaker.

Angie glanced over her shoulder, “You’ll wear contacts for one night.”

“I don’t have many considering I pay for them.”

“I think I have a cute dress you could borrow,” Angie was now off on one of her make over rants.

No I really didn’t wear much make-up nor did I pluck my eyebrows because I didn’t think they need to pencil line thin. I got hand me downs occasionally from Angie, but most of my clothes were old because I had to save my money for other things and I didn’t feel the need to waste it on fancy clothes that I would outgrow. It took me going to college for me to gain a chest and hips and I’m still trying to figure what kind of joke that was. Day I put on my bra and it was too small I threw a tantrum that Angie still brings up to laugh at my expense. I hate paying for bras…

“Angie, why can’t you go with another friend of yours?” I begged almost hating the whine that my voice was becoming.

Angie grabbed a package of pop tarts and tossed it into the cart.

“I really don’t know how you haven’t gain a million pounds or rotted your teeth out,” I commented at the cart where I had tried to put meals in while she threw in nothing, but snack food.

“Thank you for proving why I will be dragging that butt of yours to the party,” Angie raised a brow at me with that leer of hers with her lipstick covered lips.

“Are you calling me a stick in the mud?” I questioned grabbing some yogurt.

“Yes, why does that bother you?”

I shook my head, “Nopes, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before so keep trying.”

Angie groaned, “Girl it’s a party not a freaking death sentence.”

“But-“

“But what Cinderella? The evil step mother might turn into a dragon and try to kill you?”

“Way to mix two fairy tales,” I shot back at her with a smirk on my own face this time

Angie laughed.

Chapter Two

Sonja

NAME THAT MOVIE!

Hey Lovelies!So I have a weird request! So I'm stuck watching basic TV and VHS' because my DVD player part is broken. Walmart failed e for having what I wanted after waiting 20 minutes fo someone to help me. That's the short story with Walmart. HOWEVER so I'm watching VHS' and comparing prices for DVD's for new ones when I am able to buy a new DVD player. So I'm having fun searching through my old VHS'. I came across this one that I use to watch all the time, but it isn't a real copy of the VHS, has a false name and I don't remember much on it. I will give a free ecopy of Family Ties and when End of the Line is done being edited, a free ecopy of that as well if someone can name this movie! ALSO DON'T BE AFRAID TO SUGGEST OTHER MOVIES FOR ME TO SEE :) I'm on the hunt of a cheap copy of Singin' in the Rain :)

NAME THIS MOVIE!
This is a cartoon!
Cinderella type of movie, it's on the older side. Her dog is blue, and I believe her father is a shoe maker or he does something with beer. The girl gets a step mother who is short who tricks the father into marrying her because of some sign that is in the lines of his hands. The step mother has a daughter who has black hair who turns the main blonde girl is blonde. the cinderella girl meets the prince in the woods and he gives her a stone necklace that must be presented at a ball to prove that it is her. The chimney sweep is in love with the step sister, she steals the necklace from the blonde, but doesn't fool the prince. The step sister drops the necklace in a well.

The blonde falls into the well along with her step sister to get it and meet three talking frogs, one is the king. The frog sends the necklace to mother because both girls claim that the necklace is theirs. Along the journey to mother (I believe they called her mother...) the girls have to help a train with bread from burning, get apples from a tree, and I forget the third thing, but then they reach mother's house. The dog gets lost on the journey, at mother's they have to help feed a whole bunch of small children. They have a pillow fight that makes it snow, in the morning they find a blue flower that turns into the dog. They get back home, the blonde gets the necklace and the prince, and the evil step sister gets the chimney sweep....


PLEASE NAME THAT MOVIE!!!

Men of Ottilie ~ Cory

Hey Lovelies!Sorry it's been awhile I am working a job that is 5 days a week and for 7-10 hours a day so the few moments of sanity I try to write. So today I'm going to do a segment that I brought up awhile, but never brought up. Men of Ottilie, okay some of the guys aren't really man age, but working towards that. If that is splitting hairs, lets just run with it anyway :) Okay so the first will be Cory! He is the male lead in my young adult novel Family Ties! I'll be doing a book signing for it in PA this September so you will be seeing a lot more promoting of this book the next couple of months to get people ready! So sorry in advance!

Cory

A friend.
Funny.
Caring.
Wears his heart on his sleeve.
And has a tendency to want to poke Abby's buttons.
He's on the slightly taller side.
He's dirty blonde with brown eyes.
He likes chocolate ice cream blizzards with snickers pieces in it.

When Abby goes missing Cory wants to do everything in his power to be able to rescue her. He knows what is right, and needs to be done.


Scene:

At work we were getting the tables ready for the day.  Abby and I were working one table, trying to remember which side the forks were on.  We had already walked around placing plates and glasses on the table, remembering that with the word bed as help, bread on the left and drinks on the right.  Abby, the nice girl she was, was placing the napkins, leaving me with the silverware and trying to remember where they were suppose to be.

“Are you sure that this is right?”

She looked up at me with a smile.  There was something formulating in those eyes of hers.  This was not going to end well for me.  She sighed, slowly shaking her head while placing another napkin down.

“Cory, what am I going to do with you?  I mean, you can’t even figure out where spoons or forks are supposed to go.  You might as well just plain give up on life and become a hobo.  Living the rest of your days in a cardboard box on some street corner,” Abby spoke, her voice even.

“You suck, just so you know that,” I shot back as she stuck her tongue at me.

Abby’s eyes were bright and laughing at me.

That was when our boss came out of his office, still holding the door open.  His eyes were on us with a raised eyebrow.  He always thought we were up to something or other just because of our sarcasm and us being so close.  That was when a girl, who must be around our age, maybe a couple of years older, came out of his office.  She was a goddess, beautiful.  The girl had commercial prefect mink brown hair that had big full curls.  She was around my height while wearing those thin heeled shoes that had ribbons to laces up the long legs under the short skirt.

She turned her back to us so that she was facing the boss in which was able us sight of her tanned back from her hot pink halter.  They exchanged some words.  I couldn’t turn away from them.  I wish I could hear their conversation.  She turned away from him and headed for the door to leave.  She left all the guys in the room to watch her legs from her dark jean skirt as she left the restaurant.  Shaking my head a little, I turned back to the table with Abby narrowing her eyes on me.  Her lips were tightened with her knuckles popping out from her grip on the cloth napkins.  She was going to kill me.

“What?” I asked with wide eyes.

Her mouth was starting to open as our boss walked over to us.  I was being saved from a very painful death.

Our boss stood between us around the circular table.  His arms were behind him with a stern expression on his face.

“Okay, before any of you go telling people, I’m not having an affair.” He paused as he turned to look at me. “That girl is starting work tomorrow and was here for an interview.  Also, she is my niece, Toni, so if one of you even thinks about going near her I will have your head.”

He was looking at me again when he said that last part.

How was that divine woman related to him?!  I turned to look to where she had left.  She wasn’t in sight anymore, but I had to check.  Our boss walked away as I kept looking over there.  That was when I felt a punch between my two shoulder blades.

“Ow!” I yelled as I turned around to see who did it.

There was Abby, her lips tight.  Even though she was shorter than me I felt like she could kill me quickly with ease.  Short people and their short fuses…

“I have a feeling she’ll be more of a distraction than actually doing work,” Abby grumbled as she gave me a small push as she went around me.

I couldn’t answer as I bent my head to see her driving away.  Yup, she was a little older then us since we had our permits and not licenses.  I was hit with something light and looked at Abby again.  She was holding a cloth napkin looking annoyed.

“I’m not doing your work so you can drool over a girl!”

I rolled my eyes and went back to work.

“I’m working too, and I’m not drooling.” I glared at her.

“Please!  You can see your jaw dropping a mile away!” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  “I’m going to have to grab a bucket if you want to continue gawking at her.”

“Hey, wait, what is different at me looking at her and what you, Zoey, and Danielle do when we go to the beach and there’s all the shirtless guys?”

She sighed, shaking her head before answering.

“If a guy works out that much and has great abs and chest, it’s only appropriate to look at him for his great work and determination.  Everyone needs a little encouragement!” Her voice was making sure to emphasize every word she said, almost as if she wasn’t sure how I didn’t already know this.

“That’s such a double standard,” I snapped, I wanted abs.

“Oh, cry me a river,” she muttered before putting the last item on the table.

“I really have no chance of winning this, do I?” I asked as I noticed her shoulders squared off, chin held high, her brown eyes razor sharp looking at the table.

“Have you ever had a chance of winning any argument with me?” Her voice was light as she looked at me. She was trying to be sweet with me, her dark eyelashes framed her eyes, and a small smile on her lips.

I just sighed looking at my friend.  I started to laugh as a full on smile formed on her face, showing off her teeth.  I couldn’t picture her not being in my life.  Even though people thought we were seriously arguing, on the verge of killing each other, we both knew it was all fun and games.

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Kindle $2.99
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***I forget anything to add on this segment? Have a suggestion for future ones? Don't be afraid to suggest anything!!**

Blog Tour ~ Knee Deep Jolene Perry

Hey Lovelies!I am the blog tour stop today for the book Knee Deep by Jolene Perry who is also the author of the book Night Sky I posted not that long ago! I want to thank Tribute Books again for letting me read another book of theirs because I've been really enjoying this author!

Review:
Does loving someone mean losing your inner strength? Knee Deep by Jolene B Perry is the second book I've read by this author, and I adore her writing! I read this in a day. Senior year, the last year in high school which is suppose to hold all these options for students, their last year of high school Ronnie and her friend Mindy each year set a goal of what they plan to accomplish that year in their notebooks of firsts. However as Ronnie sets out to try out for the school's play with her best guy friend Luke her senior year is far from what she could have ever imagined! Problems arise from her soulmate of a boyfriend, Shawn. Ronnie's head is spinning as she keeps trying to understand Shawn while balancing the play. Jolene Perry creates a story that teens should read, not only because she has developed this world where the readers feel as if they are in the character's heads with all the emotional chaos that unfolds. Knee Deep is a great coming of an age book for anyone, yes finding love is important, but does that mean losing yourself to be with the one they love?

Knee Deep kept me wanting to not stop hitting my kindle next page button. Ronnie is a believable character. I have read books like this before, but the main characters annoyed me. However Ronnie is a strong character despite all that she is dealing with. With the strength of her parents, brother, and two friends Mindy and Luke she learns so much about not only herself, but life. Perry shows not only the present, but also flashbacks to help the story flow which were fun. Also I wish there were more Luke's in the world ::sighs::. This book is for anyone who loves love, characters who are real, and beauitfully written stories! I would recommend it. :)

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Shifting Gears ~ Blog Tour Stop :)

Hey Lovelies!
I was beyond lucky to recieve an advanced copy of Shifting Gears by the lovely Shawn Kirsten Maravel! If you haven't checked her out you really should. Shifting Gears is her fourth book that she has published, it is a companion novel to her book The Wanderer! Shawn also has a series published, Volition and Sererance, both series are both very different so there is something for everyone! She is a great person and you all should check her out! Shifting Gears will be availble July 1!!

Review
How many times does a person have to run into a person before they realize that they found the one? (Raiting 4.5 stars) Olivia a sweet woman who once dreamed about being a strong person defending the innocent in courts life is turned upside down as she takes on a new career path as a relator, moves into her parent's home with her dog Melon, and breaks up with her long term boyfriend. As Welsey is recovering of the lost of a brother who he was close with even a year later the two meet on a not so common mission. In this compainion novel to The Wanderer, Shawn Kirsten Marvavel creates a love story that will have the readers envolved in the world that she creates. Olivia and Welsey are both realistic characters as both are just living their lives and planning for the future despite the bumps in the road that they have been through in the past. The book was worth the wait, and I suggest others to pick it up :)

Book Boyfriend (I'm a softy for blue eyed lionhearts, and Wesley lived up for it ;) )
Wesley Pierce (Shifting Gears-the Rider series)
Stats:Actor Look-a-like: Ryan Gosling
Age: 29
Hair: Honey Blonde
Eyes: Baby Blue
Love Interest: Olivia Michaels
Description: Wesley is a Virginia State Trooper determined to


Book Excerpts:
With a gasp she found herself pinned between the counter and Wesley’s firm chest. He placed his arms on the counter to either side of her and let a moment of silence pass between them, highlighting her vulnerability as she waited to hear what this was all about.
His proximity was threatening. His body a force of nature that boxed her in so tightly that she felt instantly helpless.
“It’s just you and me here,” he said in a voice that was deep and menacing. “No one would ever know if I was to take you back into the bedroom, the living room, right here in fact. How could you possibly know how safe you were with a man you only just met?”
With his body still pressed to hers Wesley exuded an animalistic hunger that Olivia was beginning to fear on a very real level.
“Please, I—” panic was coursing through her as if it were alive inside of her and she realized that if he meant her harm, she was helpless to stop him.
Wesley stood surefooted before her, his eyes searching her face, stoic and firm in his stance. Seconds ticked away unnoticed, as if time had stopped completely, and it became clear that her life was held captive in his hands. She began to wonder if he meant to teach her a lesson or if in fact he intended to assure himself that she was completely at his mercy.
After what felt like a lifetime Wesley pushed off of the counter and ran his hands through his hair, moving away to give her and maybe even himself as much space as possible. He’d accomplished what it seemed he had wanted. Olivia was shaking with fear and felt her face grow hot with anger.
***
“Do you have the hots for this boy?” her father asked in all seriousness. “Do we need to have him over for dinner so that I can show him my own gun collection?”
“Dad.”
“Threatening the police isn’t one of your best ideas, Frank,” her mother offered in Olivia’s defense.
“He’s not the police, Katy. He’s some hormone driven boy who wants to sweet-talk our daughter into bed so that he can fire off a few rounds of his own.”
“Dad!” Olivia’s face grew hot with humiliation.
“I’m just speaking the truth, honey. He’s a man. Don’t think he’s never considered it. You’re a beautiful young woman. All I’m saying is that I’d like to send him a little message before he gets any ideas about trying to use my daughter for target practice.”
Olivia melted into her seat, covering her face with her hands.
“Frank, we’re eating.”
“Yeah, and?”
***
I’m just impressed that you graduated law school. That’s quite an accomplishment.”
“What’s so hard to believe?” she asked, a hint of spice in her words, ready to challenge his point.
“You just seem so knowledgeable about houses, that’s all. I kind of assumed that it was what you’d wanted to do from a young age. Besides, you look way too young to have a law degree,” he added with the intent of getting her riled.
Olivia pursed her lips in resentment. “I’m twenty-six for your information,” she said sharply. “That’s plenty old enough. You hardly look old enough to be a police officer,” she countered.
“Are you implying that I look younger than twenty-one? Wesley couldn’t keep his lips from betraying his hardened expression with a smile.
Olivia highly doubted that he was as young as she implied with the remark but it served him right for doubting her own age. “So how old are you then?”
Wesley’s smirk grew wider. “Guess.”
She squinted at him for a short while and said, “Fifty-five.”
Wesley laughed incredulously. “First I’m in diapers next you’re ready to give me the senior citizen discount.”
“Fifty-five is not old,” Olivia argued.
“Not when you’re fifty-five it isn’t.”
“Okay…” Olivia studied him more closely, taking the time to notice how his eyes creased slightly at the corners when he laughed and that his smile was still that of a flirty young teenager. “Thirty,” she said, all kidding aside.
“Close,” he said. “Twenty-nine.”

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