Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Book Blast: JOYRIDE by Anna Banks

Anna Banks has a New Adult romance coming out in a few short months and I'm basically counting down the days for its arrival. I cannot wait to meet Arden and Carly and read their story.  Anna was kind enough to send some signed bookmarks to me so that I can share the love with all of you! So check out JOYRIDE and then enter our giveaway for one of five signed bookmarks.


by Anna Banks

Release date: June 2, 2015
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Pages: 288

A popular guy and a shy girl with a secret become unlikely accomplices for midnight pranking, and are soon in over their heads—with the law and with each other—in this sparkling standalone from NYT-bestselling author Anna Banks.

It’s been years since Carly Vega’s parents were deported. She lives with her brother, studies hard, and works at a convenience store to contribute to getting her parents back from Mexico.

Arden Moss used to be the star quarterback at school. He dated popular blondes and had fun with his older sister, Amber. But now Amber’s dead, and Arden blames his father, the town sheriff who wouldn’t acknowledge Amber's mental illness. Arden refuses to fulfill whatever his conservative father expects.

All Carly wants is to stay under the radar and do what her family expects. All Arden wants is to NOT do what his family expects. When their paths cross, they each realize they’ve been living according to others. Carly and Arden’s journey toward their true hearts—and one another—is funny, romantic, and sometimes harsh.



Open to ages 13+ with a US mailing address.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Book Review: THE WINNER'S CRIME by Marie Rutkoski

THE WINNER'S CRIME (The Winner's Trilogy #2)
by Marie Rutkoski

Release date: March 3, 2015
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Publisher: Farrar Straus Giroux
Pages: 417

Book two of the dazzling Winner's Trilogy is a fight to the death as Kestrel risks betrayal of country for love.

The engagement of Lady Kestrel to Valoria’s crown prince means one celebration after another. But to Kestrel it means living in a cage of her own making. As the wedding approaches, she aches to tell Arin the truth about her engagement…if she could only trust him. Yet can she even trust herself? For—unknown to Arin—Kestrel is becoming a skilled practitioner of deceit: an anonymous spy passing information to Herran, and close to uncovering a shocking secret.

As Arin enlists dangerous allies in the struggle to keep his country’s freedom, he can’t fight the suspicion that Kestrel knows more than she shows. In the end, it might not be a dagger in the dark that cuts him open, but the truth. And when that happens, Kestrel and Arin learn just how much their crimes will cost them.

Fictitious Delicious Rating: 5

No, it's okay, Rutkoski. Go ahead. Take my heart. It's not like I need it or anything. BECAUSE I'M DEAD. My last act was to open up Blogger real quick and type out this review. But right after that, I'm outta here.

Now that we have THAT out of the way, I'll try to be a little more rational in my thoughts of this second book in The Winner's Trilogy. I was a bit nervous to start this book, honestly. I loved THE WINNER'S CURSE so much that I was convinced nothing else could ever compare to it. I'd say that this installment wasn't quite as good as the first, which means it's merely spectacular. It took me about 40% into the book to get hooked.  While a lot goes down in the first half (more on that in a bit!), it felt slow to me.  Maybe a bit of second book syndrome going on, but I'll tell you what. The last 60% blew my mind.  And that vital organ that keeps blood pumping through my system. *whimpers*

The political maneuvering in the first half is what felt slow for me. After finishing this, though, I want to go back and reread that portion. The way all of the THINGS come together--GAH!  Rutkoski is the above-water equivalent of an underwater basket weaver when it comes to tying things together. And then subsequently using those events to demolish her characters. *whimpers some more* If you thought the end of THE WINNER'S CURSE was a dozie? Whoa-ow-hoe. You ain't seen nothing yet.

I'd like to point out that in the three years I've been blogging, I have never contacted a publisher directly and asked for an ARC. Until it came to this book. I begged. I pleaded. I sent declarations of love. (This is not true. I just sent an email, which doesn't sound as dramatic, does it?)   And I'm going to do it again when it comes time for 

Might I make one recommendation for those of you who have read book one more than 30 minutes ago?  Read it again before starting this one. I was hazy on some of the details and am going to reread it with my book club next month.  I've a feeling that will make me appreciate this part of the trilogy even more.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Book Review: CONFESS by Colleen Hoover

by Colleen Hoover

Release date: March 10, 2015
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Atria Books
Pages: 320

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, a new novel about risking everything for love—and finding your heart somewhere between the truth and lies.

Auburn Reed has her entire life mapped out. Her goals are in sight and there’s no room for mistakes. But when she walks into a Dallas art studio in search of a job, she doesn’t expect to find a deep attraction to the enigmatic artist who works there, Owen Gentry.

For once, Auburn takes a risk and puts her heart in control, only to discover Owen is keeping major secrets from coming out. The magnitude of his past threatens to destroy everything important to Auburn, and the only way to get her life back on track is to cut Owen out of it.

The last thing Owen wants is to lose Auburn, but he can’t seem to convince her that truth is sometimes as subjective as art. All he would have to do to save their relationship is confess. But in this case, the confession could be much more destructive than the actual sin...

Fictitious Delicious Rating: 4

I'd like to sum up my review of this book with three little letters:

or if you prefer a visual aid with your reviews...

*giggles at self*

Okay, seriously now. I am so thankful that Hoover writes as fast as she does because I'm quite certain I'd cry if I had to wait an entire year between books. There is just something about the way she writes that sucks me in. Every. Single. Time. CONFESS was no exception to this scientific fact I've coined, "The Hoover Rule." The Hoover Rule is basically more powerful than gravity and a LOT more fun to learn about.

I've been in a bit of a book slump around these here parts.  When the chance to read an ARC of CONFESS came along, I jumped at it because I knew it would be exactly what I needed to rev up my engine again. And boy, oh boy. Rev up my engine it did. Not sure I'd say this was my favorite Hoover book to date (Will Cooper + Dean Holder Forever! Not "together" together, but as...wait. Together? Hmmm. Someone send me that fanfic stat.), but it has the right amount of sexy times and roller coaster emotions that put my reading into overdrive. I literally sat in my reading chair, opened the book and got up from the chair after I finished Auburn and Owen's story.  The artwork was absent from the ARC and I cannot wait to see the finished product when it arrives. Some of the TRUE confessions in this book are stunning. Like, I almost can't believe them.  Good stuff.

There was a part of the story line that I didn't care for. Actually, I really disliked it.  I can't tell you exactly what part that was because holy spoilers on a Ford Mustang!  Suffice it to say that it was enough of a turnoff that I kinda wanted to cry.  Not because it's emotional, but because I didn't want that aspect to be part of the story line.  It doesn't fit the character AT ALL and I'm not sure if/how it moved the story along.  Send me an email and we can discuss it privately if you'd like.  You can send my cryptic email about my cryptic review, lol. 

Even with the disaster in the story line that I can't be specific about, I still really loved this story. It had many more elements that were fantastic and the ending had me clinching my heart, a box of tissues and a strong vodka drink.  We're not talking UGLY LOVE levels of crying, but the tears flowed.  

The countdown for Hoover book #10 is on! (Just 268 days!!)

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Book Blast: AS WHITE AS SNOW by Salla Simukka

Book nerd problem 1? Not enough time to read all the books.  Such is the case with the Snow White trilogy by Salla Simukka. I WILL eventually get to this series, but my schedule just didn't allow me to do so around the release date for book two in the trilogy.  I just had to tell you guys about it, though! It sounds SO GOOD.  Check it out and then come and razz me for not reading it yet, okay? I derserve it.


AS WHITE AS SNOW (Snow White Trilogy #2)
by Salla Simukka

Release Date: March 3, 2015
Genre: Young Adult Mystery
Publisher: Skyscape
Pages: 224

Book 2 in the Snow White trilogy.

The heat of the summer sun bakes the streets of Prague, but Lumikki’s heart is frozen solid.

Looking to escape the notoriety caused by the part she played in taking down Polar Bear’s crime ring, seventeen-year-old Lumikki Andersson escapes to Prague, where she hopes to find a few weeks of peace among the hordes of tourists. But not long after arriving, she’s cornered by a skittish and strange young woman who claims to be her long-lost sister. The woman, Lenka, is obviously terrified, and even though Lumikki doesn’t believe her story—although parts of it ring true—she can’t just walk away.

Lumikki quickly gets caught up in Lenka’s sad and mysterious world, uncovering pieces of a mystery that take her from the belly of a poisonous cult to the highest echelons of corporate power. On the run for her life again, Lumikki must use all her wits to survive, but in the end, she just may discover she can’t do it all alone.

“Limned in stark red, white and black, this cold, delicate snowflake of a tale sparkles with icy magic.” – Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Simukka creates a tough, self-sufficient heroine in 17-year-old Lumikki Andersson in this first book in the Snow White Trilogy… Fans of Nesbø and Larsson won’t be disappointed.”
– Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“[A] YA novel in the tradition of Nordic noir—edgy crime novels set in frigid lands.”
– Booklist (starred review)

“A compelling start, a strong female character, the rich background setting of Finland, and a hint of a Snow White retelling are highlights of this work.” – School Library Journal

“The Arctic setting of this import is used to full advantage, evoking a chilling mood and strewing genuine frigid weather obstacles in Lumikki’s way…The first entry in Simukka’s Snow White trilogy will tempt mystery readers back for more.”

– The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books


Excerpted from AS WHITE AS SNOW by Salla Simukka. Copyright 2015. Published By Skyscape. Used by permission of the publisher. Not for reprint without permission.


Thursday, June 16

Shirley Manson’s voice flowed into Lumikki’s ears, assuring her that she only listened to sad songs, only found comfort in black nights, and always loved bad news. The sun shone in a perfectly cloudless sky. Eighty-two-degree heat sent sweat trickling down Lumikki’s back. Her arms and legs were sticky. If she’d licked the back of her hand, she would have tasted salt. Each strap on her sandals felt like one too many. Her toes and the soles of her feet yearned for freedom.
                Sitting down on a stone wall, Lumikki took off her sandals, pulled up her legs, and wiggled her toes. A group of Japanese tourists stared. A couple of the young women giggled. Hadn’t they ever seen bare feet before? Hello, I’m from the land of the Moomins. Moomins don’t wear shoes.
                It wasn’t raining like in the song. It hadn’t rained for five days.
                Lumikki couldn’t sing along with Shirley because then she would have been lying. She could be happy without rain. Like now. The sun was shining and she was happy. She didn’t want things to be complicated. She didn’t feel good only when things were going wrong. Shirley could keep her doom and gloom. Lumikki switched off the music and let the tourist chatter fill her ears.
                Italian, Spanish, American English, German, French, Japanese, Russian. In the melee of languages, it was tough to pick out individual words, let alone phrases. It was actually a relief because then she didn’t have to concentrate on the trivial repetition of obvious banalities. Lumikki knew exactly what most people said at this spot.
                What a view!
                And it was. There was no denying it. The view over Prague was stunning. Red tile roofs, treetops, church towers, bridges, the Vltava River glittering in the sun. The city took Lumikki’s breath away. Even after five days, she still wasn’t used to this sight. Every day, she made her way to some high place just to gaze at the city and feel this inexplicable joy.
                Maybe it was the freedom of detachment and solitude she felt. She was completely on her own. She wasn’t accountable to anyone. No one was calling for her and no one wanted to know her schedule. She didn’t have a single responsibility. Thoughts of preparing for her senior year of high school and working for the second half of the summer could wait until she was back in Finland. Now there was only her, the blazing heat, and the city, which breathed deep sighs of history.
                It was June 16. Lumikki only had a week left of her Prague vacation before she was supposed to return to Finland to spend a traditional Midsummer with her extended family, this year in the Turku archipelago. She hadn’t known how to refuse when her father assumed that of course Lumikki would come. She didn’t have anything else going on, did she? A cabin rented with some friends? Special plans with a special someone?
                No, nothing. Lumikki would have preferred to spend Midsummer at her apartment, alone, listening to the silence. She didn’t yearn for merry schnapps songs, new potatoes, or herring. She didn’t want to play the role of the diligent schoolgirl, smiling and chatting politely, giving vague answers to questions about the future and boyfriends, pushing away uncles who weren’t biologically related and hugged her just a little too long.
                But she knew Dad really wanted her to come. Mom too. Only three and a half months had passed since Lumikki was in the hospital. She’d been shot in the thigh, but luckily the bullet had only grazed the skin. Much worse was the frostbite she got from lying in the snow. Working to unravel the mystery of a trash bag full of blood-soaked cash thrown into her classmate Elisa’s backyard had gotten her in trouble with a network of drug smugglers. Tracking Elisa’s dad, a narcotics cop on the take, had led Lumikki to a lavish party at a carefully guarded mansion. There, she’d learned that the leader of the smuggling operation, known as Polar Bear, was actually two women who were identical twins. Lumikki had been forced to flee when Boris Sokolov, Polar Bear’s thug, recognized her.
                Based on Lumikki’s testimony, Sokolov and Elisa’s father both ended up behind bars, but no one could touch the Polar Bear twins. After everything that happened in March, Lumikki had decided that, from now on, she truly was never going to stick her nose in anyone else’s business ever again. She had been chased, nearly frozen in a freezer, and shot. That was quite enough, thank you very much. No more blood. No more sleuthing or running for her life through the snow in slippery combat boots.
                For a while, Lumikki’s mom and dad had wanted to keep her at home in Riihimäki, north of Helsinki. They’d even pushed to give up her tiny apartment in Tampere, but Lumikki wouldn’t hear of it. She spent all spring delivering newspapers to cover the rent, convincing her parents to keep the apartment “just in case.” For the first few weeks, though, there was no point trying to get them to let her stay there overnight. Lumikki just accepted the situation and took the train all the way to Tampere for school every day. Gradually, her parents saw how impractical the commute was, and Lumikki started slowly moving her things back to the apartment. One overnight there turned to two, two turned to three, and eventually, in May, she announced that she would only be dropping by Riihimäki every once in a while. Period. Her parents didn’t say anything. How could they have stopped her? She was practically an adult, after all. Lumikki could pay the rent from savings and her small student stipend if she had to.
                 After school ended, Lumikki wanted a break. She booked a ticket to Prague, looked for an inexpensive room in a hostel, packed her backpack with just the bare necessities, and left.
                The moment the airplane took off, she could feel the relief in her gut. Time away from Finland. Away from her parents’ constant anxiety. Away from the streets where she sometimes still flinched when she saw a man dressed all in black. Lumikki had spent her whole life fighting fear. She hated fear. As she walked off the plane at the Prague airport, she felt the heavy chains loosen their grip. Her posture straightened and her steps became surer.
                That’s why Lumikki was happy. That’s why she turned her face toward the sun, closing her eyes and smiling to herself. Breathing in the scents of Central Europe. Digging through her backpack, she pulled out a postcard of the Charles Bridge lit up at night. She decided to write a quick note to Elisa, who was “Jenna” now because she and her mother had changed their names. That was the only way for them to stay safe after what happened with Elisa’s father. Lumikki still thought of Elisa as Elisa, though.               
               They lived in Oulu now, in the north of Finland, and Elisa was studying cosmetology. She wrote to Lumikki from time to time to keep her up to date. In the last letter, Elisa had written about finally visiting her father in prison and how it hadn’t felt as bad as she had imagined it would. It had been important to see her dad. In her letters, Elisa sounded surprisingly calm and a little more mature than before. The events of the winter had forced her to grow up and take responsibility. She couldn’t be daddy’s little party girl anymore, and surprisingly, that seemed to fit her much better than her previous role. Lumikki was pleased that things were going so well for her, given the circumstances.
                Actually, Elisa had made this trip possible. She’d sent Lumikki a thousand euros from the thirty thousand thrown into the yard before turning most of the rest over to the police. Lumikki told her parents that she was paying for the trip from her savings, but Elisa’s gift meant she didn’t need to touch them. It felt good to get the blood money used up and out of the secret compartment in her dresser where it never seemed to leave her alone.
                Suddenly, a shadow fell over her face. The scent of incense with a hint of hemp soap overpowered the general smell of the city. Lumikki opened her eyes. Next to her stood a girl in her twenties wearing white linen trousers and a loose, long-sleeved shirt made of the same material. Her brown hair was done in two braids that wrapped around her head to form a crown. There was uncertainty in her gray eyes. The girl fingered the worn leather strap of her shoulder bag, which was the color of cognac.
                 Lumikki felt mild irritation.
                She had seen the girl a few times before. She’d been watching Lumikki, apparently thinking she wouldn’t notice. They kept visiting the same tourist spots and crossing streets around town at the same time. The girl looked a couple of years older and was also on her own. Probably some sort of hippie looking for a traveling companion to sit with in parks drinking warm, cheap red wine and discussing the deep interconnectedness of the universe.
                 Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Lumikki had come to Prague specifically to be alone. She didn’t want any new friends.
                 When the girl opened her mouth, Lumikki had already planned what to say. It would be brief, polite, and cold. Cold always worked. Despite the hot weather, though, by the time the girl reached the end of her sentence, a different kind of cold had crept up Lumikki’s spine and given her goosebumps.    “Jag tror att jag är din syster.”

                I think I’m your sister.



Photo Credit: Karolina Ek
Salla Simukka is a YA author, translator, film & TV screenwriter, and winner of the prestigious 2013 Topelius Prize (Finland’s oldest prize in recognition of the best Finnish book for children and young people.) She is also the youngest recipient of the Finland Prize, which was awarded to her by Finland’s Ministry of Education and Culture in 2013 in recognition of her exceptional artistic achievement. Simukka lives in Tampere, Finland. 

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Blog Tour: FINDING SLOPE by Erin Brown

Do you know what day it is?!? Nope, it's not hump day. (Close, though! Hang in there!) It's release day for FINDING SLOPE by Erin Brown!! *blasts confetti from a cannon*  I am so honored to be a part of the blog tour celebrating this awesome series and gifted writer.  Can't wait to share my review with you today.


Release date: March 10, 2015
Format: ARC
Publisher: Self-published
Pages: 164

A spring break ski trip turns into the reunion Willa Thompson and Dan Martin never saw coming.

After months of not talking, Willa and Dan run into each other at the last place they thought they would—a ski lodge in Colorado. Neither of them expected to see the other during spring break, and certainly never expected to meet their ex’s new college friends.

Dan sees this as his last opportunity to win Willa back and wants to make the most of the week together. He knows that they can make long distance work, and when he hears that they may both be in New York for the summer, he’s more determined than ever to convince the girl of his dreams that they should try to have a relationship again. Third time’s the charm, right?

But Willa isn’t sure if that’s for the best—they broke up for a reason, after all, and their circumstances haven't changed. They’re still going to different colleges, they’re still long distance, and they still have no idea how to make that work.

But then again, when Willa is honest with herself, she knows that she wants to spend time with Dan. That she wants to see where the week in Colorado may take them. That she wants them to end up together. She just isn’t sure how—or even if—that’s supposed to happen.

In this Taking Flight novella, set against the snowy, stunning backdrop of the Rocky Mountains, Willa and Dan have to face the truth about their relationship and decide if they want to run back up that slippery slope together, or go their separate ways.


Coming back to Dan and Willa's story is like reconnecting with old friends over drinks. (Drinks like hot chocolate, okay? These guys are underage.) Their story ended on a fairly sour note in TAKING FLIGHT and we got to see glimpses of how sad they were without each other in MAKING HEADLINES so I was excited to see if they got their HEA in FINDING SLOPE.

Let's talk about their breakup a bit, shall we? I didn't even realize until recently that there was a good number of readers that were upset by the breakup. Not this chick. Matter of fact, the maturity these two have to end their relationship before heading off to college was one of the things that I liked BEST about the story. HEA rarely come to those in high school. Like, one in a thousand couples or something. (That's an unscientific number I've used. Don't use this review as a source in a research paper. You'll probably fail.) Their breakup is realistic! I love that Brown went there. 

On the other hand, I love me a good HEA. I love even more when an author makes the characters work for it.  And work for it, Dan and Willa did. Just when you think they're going to kiss and makeup....that darned Willa gets all scared and decides that she just can't trust Dan while in a long distance relationship. I was frustrated, but the girl's got a point. Dan has a bit of a track record.  The tension is high and I'm not gonna lie. I cried. It's the perfect amount of angst that makes my heart drop in my stomach. 

You probably know by know that I'm a huge fan of Erin Brown. I felt like coming back to Dan & Willa's story was going to be a test for her as a writer.  See, Sophie's story came out just a few months back and I was hopeful that Brown wouldn't lose Willa's voice after living in Sophie's strong personality. Like a pro, Brown fell right back into Willa's head. Kudos!

Get over to your favorite ebook retailer and pick up this series right now. 


Erin Brown is a writer, Whedonite, Whovian, yogi, HGTV addict, and connoisseur of The CW’s TV line-up. She learned to ski at the age of twenty-four and is definitely a skier of the Dan variety. She was born and raised in Arkansas, and lives in Singapore. She is the author of Taking Flight and Making Headlines: A Taking Flight Novel.  You can follow her on Twitter @erinbrownwrites. 




Monday, March 9, 2015

Book Review: VANISHING GIRLS by Lauren Oliver

by Lauren Oliver

Release date: March 10, 2015
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
Publisher: HarperCollins
Pages: 368

New York Times bestselling author Lauren Oliver delivers a gripping story about two sisters inexorably altered by a terrible accident.

Dara and Nick used to be inseparable, but that was before the accident that left Dara's beautiful face scarred and the two sisters totally estranged. When Dara vanishes on her birthday, Nick thinks Dara is just playing around. But another girl, nine-year-old Madeline Snow, has vanished, too, and Nick becomes increasingly convinced that the two disappearances are linked. Now Nick has to find her sister, before it's too late.

In this edgy and compelling novel, Lauren Oliver creates a world of intrigue, loss, and suspicion as two sisters search to find themselves, and each other.

Fictitious Delicious Rating: 4

Here's what I've learned about myself over the last year: I'm the target reader mystery/thriller storytellers have in their mind when they set out to write their next whodunit. I tell you what, I'm a smart cookie, but I NEVER figure out the end of a book before it's written out for me in capital letters and highlighted with a yellow marker. I was browsing through some reviews of VANISHING GIRLS and so many people claim they knew the ending a million years before it came that I'm beginning to question my smarts. Maybe I'm not a smart cookie after all.  More like cookie crumb brained, I guess.

I thoroughly enjoyed this one, guys. In the first chapter, you get the sense that Dara and Nick are besties in addition to being sisters.  Then you turn the page and learn that nothing could be further from the truth in the current day (This story alternates time frames, which I also love.)  WHY?!  You'll find out why fairly quickly, but then you'll wonder why these girls who were so, so close to each other haven't been able to work out the difficult time they go through.  It's a family dynamic that I'm familiar with and am fascinated by. 

When Dara disappears on her birthday, Nick is convinced it's somehow connected to another missing girl in the community.  She believes that she can alleviate the mountain of guilt she's carrying around if she can piece the puzzle together and get her sister back. I was rooting for Nick and was completely snowballed by the ending.  I honestly did not see it coming. So, there.

Sidenote: I read this book in the tropics of Maui a few weeks back. I gotta tell you, my senses were tickled while reading this. The smell of the ocean, the doves cooing, and the sun beating down on my face added an incredible smelltrack/soundtrack/feeltrack to my reading.  It's actually kind of eerie how well it fit into the story.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Book Blast: BECOMING RAIN by K.A. Tucker

Becoming Rain RB Banner

I've been dying to share this Release Blitz with you all to celebrate K.A. Tucker's BECOMING RAIN! BECOMING RAIN is a New Adult Romantic Suspense novel, and the second novel in K.A. Tucker’s Burying Water Series, published by Atria books, an Imprint of Simon & Schuster.


Becoming RainBECOMING RAIN (Burying Water #2)
by K.A. Tucker

Release Date: March 3, 2015
Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Atria Books
Pages: 384

Luke Boone doesn't know exactly what his uncle Rust is involved in but he wants in on it-the cars, the money, the women. And it looks like he's finally getting his wish. When Rust hands him the managerial keys to the garage, they come with a second set-one that opens up the door to tons of cash and opportunity. Though it's not exactly legal, Luke's never been one to worry about that sort of thing. Especially when it puts him behind the wheel of a Porsche 911 and onto the radar of gorgeous socialite named Rain.

Clara Bertelli is at the top of her game-at only twenty-six years old, she's one of the most successful undercover officers in the Washington D.C. major crime unit, and she's just been handed a case that could catapult her career and expose one of the west coast's most notorious car theft rings. But, in order to do it, she'll need to go deep undercover as Rain Martines. Her target? The twenty-four-year old nephew of a key player who appears ready to follow in his uncle's footsteps.

As Clara drifts deeper into the luxurious lifestyle of Rain, and further into the arms of her very attractive and charming target, the lines between right and wrong start to blur, making her wonder if she'll be able to leave it all behind. Or if she'll even want to.

Becoming Rain - Teaser 1


Screwing the customers . . .” Miller grumbles, pushing the filing cabinet shut with a loud metal bang.
Only the pretty ones.” And she is that. It wasn’t until she lifted her sunglasses that she had my undivided attention. Those big, blue eyes up against an olive complexion are striking. I wouldn’t have guessed Italian. Mediterranean, definitely.
Exotic, dark-haired, killer body—my type exactly.
“You’re going to lose business for the garage.”
“Relax. I wasn’t the one fishing.” And there was definite fishing on her part. For a long while there, I wasn’t sure I wanted to take the bait. Everything about her—her upscale style, her expensive car, her cool demeanor—says she’s my kind of girl, and therein lies the problem. My kind of girl is good for one thing, and it’s not having lunch over at the food carts of Portland. Or conversation, in general.
Give those kinds of girls more and suddenly they become work, and money. Endless streams on both accounts. Rust warned me about them years ago. Thank God I haven’t tumbled into any of their traps. Even Priscilla, my fallback lay, who I consider a friend, knows exactly where we stand in terms of our “relationship” and that I don’t have the kind of money she wants—even she will occasionally try her hand at sucking more out of me. A new bracelet, cash for rent, a tank of gas for the BMW that her last sugar daddy handed her . . .
But Rain was cute today, in a feisty way, humoring me by taking a bite of that sandwich that she was so obviously not going to enjoy. Her nose crinkling up at the sight of it. Her witty little insult. The way she hung back, waiting, hoping for a chance to see me again but not willing to come right out and ask after already being so forward earlier. Girls like Priscilla would have kept pushing. But Rain obviously has some self-respect.
And when she started walking out of the office, I couldn’t help myself.
I punch her number into my phone so I can call her after work. If I’m lucky, I’ll also have her naked and tangled in my sheets later tonight.

Becoming Rain - Available Now



Author PhotoBorn in small-town Ontario, Kathleen published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader and the farthest thing from a genre-snob, loving everything from High Fantasy to Chick Lit. Kathleen currently resides in a quaint small town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.

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