Re-Reading Old Favorites

It seems like every summer I have trouble finding new fiction to read.    In my mind, summer should be when the markets are flooded with new and amazing fiction but its usually just the opposite or perhaps I am just too picky.

This summer is no different and I have been reading Sarah Addison Allen.  Most of her books I already own but I borrowed one from the library.

Her books are about magic, love and family; something we can all relate too.    Its interesting to see how much we need these things in our lives.  Many people don’t consider magic to be an important part of their lives but it is.   Magic is everywhere, some people embrace it as religion or spirituality.

The Girl Who Chased The Moon (The library book) is my least favorite Sarah Addison Allen book.  The story is just flat for me.    So I never bought my own copy.

The Waverly Sisters (Garden Spells & First Frost) – I love these books.  Garden Spells was the first book I read and I have read it so many times of the years.   First Frost is the perfect accompaniment.

The Sugar Queen – I do not know who can’t relate to Josey.   Especially when you are a chubby girl!  The other messages of having someone loving you and helping you is amazing.

The Peach Keepers – This is my all time favorite book by S.A.A.   Women sticking together is the central theme of the book.  It’s amazing!

Waking Kate – Next up.




Review: Urban Junket Julie Tablet Portfolio

A few months bag my mom bought me an Urban Junket Julie Tablet Portfolio in Magenta.    I was really into this item because its made out of recycled goods.  I have tried lots of portfolios in the past but none of them have stuck long term.    I am a professor and a phd student.  My ideal portfolio allows me to keep my work papers and my school papers organized but in the same folder together.     I also have a lot of stuff I carry with me every day.   So pockets are essential.  Looking at the website this seemed perfect.

The Julie Portfolio is my favorite color.  The website says its magenta but its purple enough for me. 🙂    The inside is an amazing blue color!  Its pretty to look at.   This was important to me.  I wanted something that was easy on the eyes.  I look at my folder for hours a day.

Inside the front is an area for an iPad. I immediately loved this pocket.  It will hold my iPad Mini or iPad Air 2.  It has a velcro strap that keeps my iPad secure. I occasionally ride the bus and this allowed me to use my portfolio and not worry about my iPad falling out.    It also has a zipper compartment. I used this for change and a few dollar bills.   I also put a changing cable in there.    There was a pocket for your phone and some slots for ids; which I use to store my thumb drive in addition to my id card for work.

The two folders in the middle look like they won’t hold very much but boy was I wrong!   I designated the first folder my school folder.  I took some folders and labeled them for the classes I was taking and slipped those and the necessary papers right into it.  The middle folders hold a lot in each pocket.    The second folder was for work.  It was the perfect system.   Everything had a place and was organized which was crucial for me.    The back side of the folder had a pen strap and an area for a notebook.   I use clipboard a lot when I study and I can slip them right in this area.

Everything is held secure with a button strap.

This is truthfully the perfect folder for someone on the go.  Especially a hippie trying to fit into the traditional world!

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Except: Silver Bastard

Ignoring him, I settled back on my stool and surveyed the room. We sat in Becca’s section, and what I saw wasn’t making me happy. I knew she was a good waitress, but she’d just started here and it showed. Not only had she fucked up several orders, she didn’t quite seem to get the rhythm of the bar. That wasn’t my problem, though.

My problem was that despite these fuckups, nobody seemed to mind. I had a nasty suspicion this was due to her perky tits, friendly smile, and tight little ass that seriously just needed a bite taken right out of it.

She really, really needed to get a new job—every man in the place wanted her. Including me. Especially me. I hated them. All of them. I shifted uncomfortably, because just like every time I shared a room with her, my pants had gotten tight.

Torture. Becca was just so fucking fine on every level, and not just her looks. There was something about the way she carried herself . . . I couldn’t put my finger on it. Like she was dancing through life to some song nobody else could hear. Never met another woman like her—she wasn’t just sexy, she was a survivor and I admired that.

She’d grown up so much since the first time I’d met her. Bigger boobs, a nice fullness to her ass that was nowhere close to fat but would be perfect to hold tight while I fucked her. Her lips had plumped, too, and over the years she’d gained a sparkle in her eyes that turned her from pretty to 100 percent spectacular.

Not to mention how she’d tasted.

Nearly blew in my pants when I’d taken that mouth. Just the memory got me hard. Make that harder. Fucking basket case.

When I’d pulled up to find her sitting outside with Collins, a thousand murder scenarios ran through my mind. And yeah, I know I covered that already, but if anything ever deserved empha- sis, this was it. Collins needed to die. I didn’t care how nice he was. After that I’d throw Becca on the back of my bike and make a run for the hills . . .

Okay, so there were a few problems with the plan, the top one being she hated me. Or she should—I’d certainly given her cause. Boonie nudged me.

“Did I mention you’re pathetic? You want her, take her. Other- wise let it go because you’re an embarrassment to all men in general and to the Silver Bastards in particular.”

Review: SILVER Bastard


First in the new Silver Valley series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Reapers Motorcycle Club Novels.

Fourteen months. For fourteen months, Puck Redhouse sat in a cell and kept his mouth shut, protecting the Silver Bastards MC from their enemies. Then he was free and it was time for his reward–full membership in the club, along with a party to celebrate. That’s when he saw Becca Jones for the first time and set everything in motion. Before the night ended he’d violated his parole and stolen her away from everything she knew.

Five years. It was five years ago that Puck destroyed Becca and saved her all in one night. She’s been terrified of him ever since, but she’s even more terrified of the monsters he still protects her from… But Becca refuses to let fear control her. She’s living her life and moving forward, until she gets a phone call from the past she can’t ignore. She has to go back, and there’s only one man she can trust to go with her–the ex-con biker who rescued her once before.

Puck will help her again, but this time it’ll be on his terms. No more lies, no more tears, and no more holding back what he really wants…


3.5 Stars

I was lucky enough to received an ARC of Silver Bastard in exchange for an honest review.

I enjoyed this book but I didn’t enjoy it as much as her other MC books.      Puck was incredibly interesting.  His life had been hard and he was a hard man but at his core he was a decent guy.   I read the book twice and the first time I read it I skipped right to Puck’s parts.  He had a unique voice and I really wanted more of it.    The second time I read it I paid attention to the story between the two.  Becca was flat  to me.   She complained and harped about her past but stalled a lot when changing it.    She seemed doomed to repeat the mistakes of her mother.  The only difference was she had Puck to bail her out.

The story was slow.  It spanned a VERY LONG time and it felt like that as I was reading.    The characters in this book as always were compelling and it was great to get to met a new cast of characters.  Joanna writes great characters.  They are so dimensional and you love them or hate them or love to hate them.     The plot was interesting.  Because of the insane prolog you get dropped into a world that is really different from anything we live in.

Overall, Silver Bastard is worth the read.   It’s an engaging book that will hold your interest and leaving you waiting for the second book in the series!

Review: Broken Open


Five years ago, Tuesday Eastwood’s life collapsed and left her devastated. After an empty, nomadic existence, she’s finally pieced her life back together in the small Oregon town of Hood River. Now Tuesday has everything sorted out. Just so long as men are kept for sex, and only sex….

Then she met him.

Musician and rancher Ezra Hurley isn’t the man of Tuesday’s dreams. He’s a verboten fantasy—a man tortured by past addictions, whose dark charisma and long, lean body promise delicious carnality. But this craving goes far beyond chemistry. It’s primal. It’s insatiable. And it won’t be satisfied until they’re both consumed, body and soul…


I am not going to lie..I tried for months to get a copy of this book from Lauren Dane.  I harassed her on twitter and begged her.  But I had to wait until approve my request.  And I harassed the publisher to get that.  🙂 I am shameless when I want something.

I wanted to learn more about Ezra since her was first mentioned in Damion’s book.  He really drew me in, with a few small scenes.  He was going to be a dynamic character but really.   A rock start turned rancher!  What is not to love!!!!!  I was also interested to see how Tuesday would handle this big strong Alpha Male….

This story left me breathless I had a pounding headache from crying!   It was intense and nearly impossible to put down!  I read it in two nights.   The story stands on its own even though there are characters from other books.    Enough back story is provided that you can easily follow what is going on.    The plot moves quickly which is always a good thing.  The characters are fun and engaging.

Read this book!  Go buy it now!    Here is a link!!!!  You wont be sorry!     Have a glass of wine and a box of tissues handy!

Burnin Up Memphis – Excerpt (Raw & Sexy)

BurninUpMemphis_600So here she was, edgy and needy. So excited she was afraid she’d be a useless

lay because she’d come like a rocket. And she wanted to be the best he’d ever had.

Wanted him to want her even a fraction as much as she wanted him.

Watching him play with his friends, watching as he’d been hammered time and again for

his inattention and then watching those spurts of power and speed had proved he was

in some damn shape. All hills and hollows and oodles of stamina. And now she knew

how hard the muscle was cloaking that tall, angular frame. She wanted everything he’d

bring to bed.

When they reached the parking lot, he dragged her straight to his car. “We’ll get yours

later.” All during the five-minute drive to his apartment, his hand remained on her thigh,

anchoring her there, claiming her in a way. Something that kept her hot.

Moira waited silently beside Coop as he fumbled with his keys at the apartment door.

Her whole body felt tight and hard. And she was shivering despite the heat.

He opened the door, shoved it wide and then stood back to allow her inside.

She stepped over the threshold. The soft bottoms of her flip-flops snicked on the floor,

the sound echoing in the empty space. She glanced left into a bare living room, dark

blond bamboo floors that looked dusty, a bundle of brown packing paper sitting square

in the middle of the floor. “Wow. She cleaned you out.”

“Doesn’t matter.” A muscle worked at the edge of his jaw, tensing.

She stepped toward him, reaching up to soothe it, hoping the tension was for her, not

that other woman. “You said she left a bed.”

His gaze flickered toward the ceiling. “There’s not any sheets or pillows.”

She arched a brow. “Baby, they’d only get in the way.” Taking a deep breath, Moira

turned and lifted her T-shirt over her head. She let it fall from a fingertip as she began

walking slowly toward the wooden staircase, Coop on her heels. She left her flip-flops

at the bottom of the stairs and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Midway up the

staircase, she tossed the bra over her shoulder and smiled when she heard a slow

inhalation, knowing he’d caught it and was sniffing at her perfume.

She wagged her hips, exaggerating their sway even as she undid the snap of her jeans

shorts and pushed them halfway down her hips. At the top of the stairs, she paused, let

them drop and then glanced over her shoulder.

He stared back, his glance sweeping over her ass, crushing her bra in his fist. Again, his

sweatpants stretched over his erection.

“Which way?” she asked.

He jerked his chin to the left.

When she turned back and strode toward the door on the left, she felt fingers scrape the

waistband of her panties. The elastic stretched and then gave, and he tore them away.

Naked now, she walked faster as her chest rose and fell in deep, excited swells.

She walked into the room. There were no curtains hanging from the brass rods. Sunlight

gleamed between the slats of the blinds. She noted the bed with its bare mattress, a

closet with clothes spilling out onto the floor. Again, she glanced at the bed. Although

the top looked pristine, it felt dirty that they’d fuck on a naked mattress. Their fluid would

sink into the pale cream fabric. And he didn’t care.

How did she want this to begin? She knew she needed him. Needed to feel the stretch

of him quickly because her knees were shaking, her chest and arms shivering. But she

didn’t want to be in charge. Wanted him to take control.

Moira crawled onto the mattress and lay down on her belly. She pulled her hair to one

side and stared at Coop. He was still standing in the doorway, curling his fists at his

sides. The look in his eyes was predatory, feral. He needed a bath. Sweat glistened on

his exposed skin. Dirt smudged his cheeks and arms. There were bits of grass on his

clothes and hair.

The sight of him made her nipples so aroused she pushed up slightly to rub her chest

on the bed side-to-side as she stared back at him.

At last, he moved, taking a step inside the doorway. “Aren’t you going to show me?”

Coop said, his voice silky and deep.

“Show you what?”

“What you want fucked?”

Bain/Lang Reading – A Reflection

I felt like the Bain book provided a lot of technical knowledge on what works and what doesnt work.   It was geared toward that old method of teaching that says here is what works.  USE It.   While that works for many professors I myself do not subscribe to that method of teaching.   I personally like taking a little time and getting to know my students so that I can give them work that suits their personality better then just going with something that worked in the past. 

The Lang book was fun, but I wish I had read it before I began teaching.  WAY before.  I would love to take the time to revamp my class each week.   His tips and ideas are practical.  They give you a lot of information that help you slowly become a better educator!   

Overall, both books added to my value as an educator.