Review of Can't Help Falling in Love by Bella Andre

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This review is from: Can't Help Falling In Love: The Sullivans, Book 3 (Contemporary Romance) (Kindle Edition)

This is the story of Gabe and Megan. They met because he saved her life in a fire. She is Widowed and has vowed never to be with a man who has a dangerous job and he will never date a fire victim again. They spend most of the book trying to come up with one excuse after another as to why they should not be together. Eventually they realize that they cant fight fate. I really like the story and will be reading more from this author.

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Review of : Lust, money and Murder by Mike Wells

This book was really good. It definitely kept me interested. Which is saying a lot because between my kids, writing and Husband, I never have time to myself and when I do I certainly don't want to waste it. This book is the first in a series, but is totally worth it. I am going to order the next, because I am dying to know what is happening. It is well researched for the subject matter. I don't know a lot about counterfeiting but the author sure sounded like he did. I am still unsure about what exactly is going on. I usually pick the plot up about a quarter way through most books and am pleasantly surprised at the fact that I haven't pinned down the story yet. Worth the read. I would recommend this book.

 

She scores again!!!!!! And the crowd goes wild!!!

                       Here is a pic of a blazer identical to mine that I found on ebay for $45.99:

Here is a pic of my blazer that I found at Bealls Outlet for $7.99: 

Now, I ask you. Which price would you want to pay?

" All you other chicks with your trumped up kicks, Better run, better run faster while I school ya."

Now, you know how in women's magazines they will show you a star wearing something that cost like five hundred dollars and they show you a picture of something similar and it only cost like two hundred?  Well here's my version.  I absolutely fell in love with a boot from Jessica Simpson's line called the Angie. Here is a pic:

I found this pair of boots on Amazon last night for $169.99. I really wanted these boots but I know that in my lifetime there will probably no way that I could spend that amount on a silly pair of boots, no matter how awesome they are. I started checking my normal stores and low and behold, I found them. Here is a pic. ( They are gray cause I needed gray but I assure you they are the exact same boot.) I would not lie. I have no problem wearing a cheaper brand of the same thing, but in the case of these boots, I actually found the name brand. Here is a pic:

These boots, I found at TJ Max for $39.99. Huge difference right. So you can go #vogue for $169.99, or you can go #rouge for $39.99.  For those of us who don't have loads of money to spend, we can still look good. For those of you that possibly can afford to spend so much money, Why don't you just get the same thing for $39.99 and donate the rest of that $130.00 you have left to charity or something.

Review "Spoil of War: An Arthurian Saga" By Phoenix Sullivan[Kindle Edition]

I didn't want to like him!
This story was not what I would have normally read. I may like a man to take care of me but in those times they went a little overboard. At first I was stubborn in the fact that LEO was a complete cave man (although this story depicts a time when all men were like that) but gradually he made me see things from his point of view. I really liked the story. It's a tale of long ago when men did not always have the free choice to do what was right. Sometimes they had to do what was expected of them, weather they wanted to or not. I may not have liked everything that he did but I could tell that what he did, he did out of honor. It's worth it to read. I saw some bad reviews on this book. One said "Beyond Offensive and shouldn't be classified as romance." Really? That's a little harsh. The Author wrote very historically convincingly about a time when women were considered second class. Are you honestly telling me that these things never happened? It would have been wrong of the Author to paint a pretty picture for us, when that's not the reality. Just because it is a romance does not mean that there should be no basis for reality. It's a good book if you like a read that will actually challange your view on what a hero should be.

Crazy story of the day from my neighbor. Mrs. Kern Gets arrested! To funny and true! At least the way she tells it, But you know gossip. :)

So. I'm back from my morning gossip. I love my neighbor. She can talk for hours about how things used to be and who did what. Get a couple of glasses of wine in her and she takes off. We always have wine during our Monday meeting of the minds. It makes the thoughts flow nicely. ;) So her brilliant story for the day was how when she was around thirty, she was arrested ( under completely trumped up charges, she did not fail to add.) Now Mrs. Kern as I will call her from now on, even now in her late Seventies is nothing to sneeze at. She is about five foot five inches and maybe a size 3.  She defiantly looks good for her age. So I can only imagine what kind of beauty she was back then. But anyway, back to the story. To start off with, her husband was a bit of a hell raiser back in his hay day and after a night of parting with the buds got into a drunken brawl with one of them. He was angry and called the police and told them that Mrs. Kern and her husband, a wealthy and very respected couple in the community were intact one of the largest Marijuana growers and distributors in the area. Bum Bum Bum.... So later that night or early the next morning depending on how you live your life, Mr and Mrs. Kern wake up to a swat team surrounding their bed and are ordered to get up now! Mrs. Kern advises the police that ( oh yes I kid you not!) She is without proper attire. She is told that they don't care to get up anyway! Mrs. Kern is now very frightened and has no idea what is going to happen. She is handcuffed, still naked by the way. And only after the men leave the room and a woman officer stays behind is she allowed to get dressed. They are hauled off to the station at three in the morning neither even remotely knowing what they are being arrested for. ( or so I am assured by Mrs. Kern.) They are immediately separated. Mrs. Kern is brought to an interrogation room and in walks the chief and the lead deputy ( Both whom she has know most of their lives. Both she had fed on numerous occasions.) She is angered by this. How dare they treat her like a common criminal and not even tell her why she is being arrested. And the indignity of it. Naked in front of half of the police department. In this small town trust me I would die! They sit down and look at her with stern expressions for a moment before the chief says " Well. Mrs. Kern, Is there something you want to tell us?" Now anyone who knows Mrs. Kern will tell you that she may look like a southern Flower but she has the mouth of a sailor. She just leaned back in her chair and looked them in the eye and said " Fuck you both" In the haughtiest voice she could manage while checking out her finger nails all non chilant like. ( At this point I of choking on my wine and my eyes are bulging out of my head.") They knew they were getting nowhere with her and left her in a room with a big window. She saw them bringing her husband down the hallway and he looked at her through the window. The officer did as well and she made an inflammatory hand gesture at him LOL! This however got her thrown in the cells in the back as apposed to a holding cell in the front with her husband. She was pit in a cell with about four other women. She stood with her back to them looking down the hall. She recalls one particular woman kept inching closer and closer to her asking " what are ya in fer" She ignored her. At that moment a very large black woman yelled at the other woman to back off that she wasn't getting none of that.  " What does that mean?" Mrs. Kern asked the very robust black woman that he said reminded her of aunt Jamima. " Why yer pussy. " She answered. Mrs. Kern recalls that she felt as if she would faint. Later her daughter brought her clothes and OMG! she brought her thong under wear! The bag that they gave them to her in was clear plastic and it was immediately snatched out of her hand by the woman who was bothering her earlier. They lady snatched it open and pulled out the thong and started waiving them around. The older black woman came over and they started to fight. The guard came in and took them to lock up which didn't help cause they were put in a cell together! Other inmates were spraying them with shampoo and conditioner while they fought. Mrs. Kern did not sleep that night. They next morning a guard came and told them to go outside. Mrs. Kern said she would stay in. The guard told her to go to one of the lockup cells and she would lock her up. Mrs. Kern looked down at the lock up cells and remembered what she saw happen there last night and decided she would go outside. So she gets out side and a guard approaches her and asks her about her pants. They were so long that she had to roll them up to walk and like a CM of her skin was showing. The guard started dragging her back inside. " What did I do?" Mrs Kern asks her. " You know what you did and you know better than that."  was her response. Mrs. Kern attempted to advise her that no. she did not know any better as she had never before been arrested and was told something like " Shut it you uppity bitch." Can you imagine? " Mrs Kern asks me as I try to hide a smile. She was locked up until the rest of the ladies ( and she uses that term very loosely.) came back. They were all to line up to get a drink. Now she did not know that she was supposed to save her cup from breakfast so when she got to the front of the line it was the same guard who had dragged her inside earlier. " Where is your cup?" The guard demanded " I don't have one." Mrs. Kern told her. " If you don't have a cup, you don't get any. You know the drill." She answered rudely. Mrs Kern was fixing to giver her a piece of her mind when she felt a cup being placed in her hand and she looked up to see that same portley black woman giving her a cup. Mrs Kern held out her cup and the guard poured so rough and quickly that her cup fell and juice sprayed all over the guard. Mrs. Kern had no idea what to do so she bent down and picked it up and held it out for more. The guard looked at her for a moment and then refilled the cup. Mrs. Kern was put in lock up again. At this point I am rolling laughing because Mrs. Kern still sounds so outraged at the injustice of it all. Her a wealthy woman who has done nothing wrong to be subjected to this sort of treatment! How dare they! The next morning Mrs. Kern is taken to a room to see her lawyer before she sees the judge. " He was a scrawny kid barely off his mam's teet and had no business even practicing!" Mrs. Kern advises me! He sits down and starts going through a rigima roll about pleing guilty and getting only a year served. Mrs Kern shoots up in her chair. " What have I done?! I demand right this instant that you tell me what I have done!" She yells at him. He looks at her like she's crazy for a moment. " You mean to tell me that you don't know that you have been charged with possession with intent to sell over forty pounds of marijuana?" He asked in a dry sarcastic tone. " What!" Mrs Kern shouted. I don't know anything about forty pounds of drugs! Are you insane man? Do you know who I am?" She raged on. She advised me this morning that in retrospect she knows that was a bad question to ask. Uh Huh. He answered dryly just as the door opened to escort her to the waiting room to wait her turn. The little asshole would not even listen to her. If only she could talk to her husband, she would know at was going on. She got to the room filled with other inmates waiting their turn and was suddenly so angry that she lashed out and kicked the wall. Well to her detriment there happened to be a shelf on the other side of that wall in none other than ( your not going to believe this!) The judges chambers!!! Mrs. Kern was thrown back into lockup to await her turn to see the judge. When she is brought in she attempts to speak to the judge and he ignores her, continues to shuffle his paper ecs. Mrs. Kern clears her throat and says "Excuse me!" The judge looks at her and says all serious like " No more talking." Mrs. Kern immediately responds by says " Well how am I going to defend myself against these ridiculous accusations if I can't speak?" Her puny little lawyer walks up behind her and speaks in her ear. " Not another word." Mrs. Kern damns her temper every day for this next bit, but say's she simply couldn't help herself. " This is bullshit!" She said to the judge and was hauled immediately back to lockup for contempt of court. I'm pouring another glass of wine shaking my head. A few hours later she was told that she was released and told by her husband that his so called friend that he got into a fight with was so drunk and stupid that night that he actually lead the police to his very own farm in order to frame her husband. The police took his word for it that it was theirs and just that morning was able to find the title to prove that it was in fact the other guy's great Uncle's property. At this point Mrs. Kern is tipsy and laughing hysterically that the idiot got his own self busted. " And that is why you should never deal in them drugs." We never did." (She assures me.)

 Now I know that this should not be funny but the whole time I was hearing it I kept picturing it as a re-run of I Love Lucy!! " Lucy Get Arrested!" LOL!  Or something that would happen to one of those rich southern women in The Help or something. LOL She is awesome!!!

A Gentleman's Luck My second book.

William has suffered through the Civil war and survived his entire family including his fiance. Now to have shipwrecked on an island in the middle of nowhere that is not on any map, He knew his luck was rotten but this is taking it to far. Captured and taken to serve in an army that is not his, he has decided that his luck has finally dealt him a fatal blow. That is until he meets Princess Na-Lisa. She is stubborn and vivacious. He knows he must help her to get away from her uncle and his disgusting plans. Can he beat his rotten luck against all odds to save them both?


Na-Lisa's world has been turned upside down by the death of her father the king and her brother. Her uncle has taken over and has great plans for the kingdom. Plans that include her. She is determined not to go along with them even if it means her untimely demise. She must get out or risk her immortal soul. Can she trust William to save her or is her just one of her uncle's mindless minions?
http://www.amazon.com/A-Gentlemans-Luck-ebook/dp/B006IWUA3Q

Legacy Forgotten: The book I wrote between calls while working at a call center.

   So. I figured the best way to get my book out there was to explain a little about me and how it came to be. I grew up in a very small town. We lived even further out than most and therefore did not have that many neighbors. Just a lot of woods and dirt roads. We could walk down the road to the " Pickle Barrel" No fricken joke. It was a laundry mat/ teeny tiny convient store owned by this old couple that lived in a trailer out back of it. It was also the site of my first and only technical misdemeanor. LOL. Before you freak out, I was five and it was an accident. I didnt know you were supposed to pay. I just saw my mom get what she needed. I never paid attention to what she was doing when she was gossiping with the old lady at the counter. So anyway to sum it up, It was boring! To say the least. So I started having these,  stupid daydreams, dreams, I don't know what you would call them. Some days, I would literally zone out and it was like a movie playing behind my eyelids only, I was awake, eyes open just sitting, or standing or whatever. I would see the whole thing play out as if I were standing right there. Hear tones of voices, see eye color. I would do that alot. But at times it got to persistent and I could't focus on anything else. So at the age of about nine, I started writing them down. Just to get them out of my head. I didn't even keep them. Once I was able to think again, I forgot about them. I kind of zone out when I write. Sometimes, I don't even know what I wrote until I read it later. Then I'm like.. Holy Crap Kenneth! What the hell are you doing you asshole?! Its crazy, I know but I don't really know what I'm writing until I write it. I daydream certain scenes so, I get the jest of whats going on. But mostly, it's auto pilot. So, the whole synopsis, Query letter thing, doesn't exactingly work for me. How to tell some one about something you don't quite know? You got me. Now my whole life, everyone teachers, parents friends. Everyone has always told me that i should either be a writer or a Lawyer. A lawyer because, Well I argue alot.LOL. And I hate to be proven wrong. And a writer because, well that's what I've always done. My siblings, cousins and friends always insisted that I make up all of the campfire stories. When I babysat, I made up fairy tales for the little girls. One went on for like a year and a half. A little every Friday night. But me, I liked to get the stories out of my head, sure. but it was so I could GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD! I had other interests. I wanted to fly planes. As crazy as that sounds. But that's what I wanted. I was in JROTC for four years of high school and was pretty damn good at it. I was in great shape, I learned quickly that I was good at leading as well and was ready to transition into the air force. But sadly my life did not end up where I thought it would. I got pregnant when I was seventeen. So That's how I ended up at the call center. Taking call after call about the same exact thing. Boring! I worked for the financial department of a multi million dollar company. They sold a product that most business would have to finance and our bank offered the financing option for this companies customers. I liked the work. Digging through years worth of financial records and spreadsheets. It was challenging, but sometimes if it was slow, it was really boring. I met a lady there that always had her nose in one of those trashy romances when she wasn't on the phone. I never read romances. I thought they were smut actually. But one day I was really bored and I asked her for a good book. I told her I really don't like romances but I like mysteries alot. She said she had a romance with a lot of mystery, I could just skip the smut. She gave me a copy of  Dark Secret By Christine Feehan. The cover had a really hot dude on it. I got no problem with really hot dudes. I flip over and read some. Species like vampires but not. I like vampires. I fact, I have always really dug Vampires. Lost Boys! My favorite movie by far. " Death by stereo. " LOL. If they don't find their one true soul mate, they loose all their feelings and turn into a vampire? Soul mate. That's a laugh. Ok. I guess I'll give it a shot. I could not put it down! I was completely hooked and could not stop reading. And I didn't skip the smutty parts. LOL After that, All I read was paranormal romances. Think about it. You find that one person that completes you. You would die for them and they would die for you. But neither of you ever have to. You are young and in your prime forever. I like that thought. So much so that I have decided " I want a vampire of my very own! But until I find him, I'll keep writing him into existence. "  Sorry about that. I got side tracked. Remember the name of my blog? Rambling of a would be author. Well, I warned ya. But back to the story and how Ailis and Kenneth would not leave me alone!  So I just started having this stupid daydream, dream one day that would not quit. After about a week of nearly missing calls at work because, I had zoned out, I decided to write it down. Got a spiral notebook and when I wasn't on the phone, I was writing. I only did this at work and if they knew I was working on something that was not work, I would have probably got fired. LOL. But I was a good employee so they left me alone. As long as you got your work done and no customer complained about you, they left you alone at your desk. So anyway, I did this at work for like two years. It took a while. I wasn't even thinking of doing anything with it. I would go like two months without writing a word and then I had to get some out of my head before I went crazy! Almost like the characters wanted to be written. Crazy right? So I had written down like the first three chapters and I decided to print them out and let my friend the romance book lady read it. Now we used to print out sample chapters of books and bring them to work and if everyone liked them, we would get them for the " Work Library" Which was my bottom file drawer. So I did not tell her it was mine, She thought I had a new sample for her to OK. It was one of the more.... Steamy scenes... and I could tell by her reaction, that she was digging it. She finished, huffed a breath and said. Absolutely. You get that one for the drawer. I thought. SCORE!!!!!!!!! Then I told her It was mine, and she freaked out. That was the moment I thought, I want to do this. It felt so good to have someone that did not know it was mine to like it. I was hooked, you could say. So here we are, eight years later, umpteen million hurtles, figuring out the learning curve and falling off, an unmentionable amount of rejection letters and finally getting back up and say screw you! If you want something done right, You gotta do it your damn self! So here goes... Let me know what ya think. 

 

                                     " What she doesn't know, could kill her"

Ailis has spent her entire life pretending that she did not have powers because her mother deemed them UN normal and therefore bad. Her grandmother spent the first years of Ailis’ life teaching her, preparing her for a great destiny. When her mother found out she moved them to California and away from her grandmother and teacher. So she decided to spend her life on the side of law enforcement. She is still doing great things. Her only problem now is that she is pretty sure that the serial murders her homicide unit is investigating are not being committed by a human. In walks the most gorgeous man she has ever seen. What’s wrong with that? Ailis not only knows that he is a vampire but she also knows that he is the one who’s been draining child molesters and murderers and leaving an empty carcass for her to find. Still, he does not seem like a bad guy to her. During her investigation she unearths secrets about her families past that takes her half way across the world to right a wrong that occurred hundreds of years ago. Can she trust this vampire to help her solve a mystery that could very well end up with her being life challenged herself? 
Dangerously attractive vampire, Kenneth has been around long enough to know that there are no such things as coincidences. That’s why, when he meets the undeniably strong willed homicide detective Ailis, he knows that there is a good explanation as to why she looks identical to his long dead fiancé. He just has to figure out what that would be. He decides to look into it and quickly discovers that she may look like his fiancé but she is independent and don’t take any crap. It doesn’t take long for her to remind him that he has a heart and what it feels like when it is breaking. When his one hundred year nemesis shows up in Miami and tries to force Ailis to join him, he realizes that her powers are worth something to even the worst of his kind. He pledges to protect her from any danger as long as he is still breathing. If those trying to keep her from fulfilling her destiny have anything to do about it, that won’t be long at all.