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Alice (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Book 1)


Synopsis
Alice is so in love with her boyfriend Wade that she agrees to do whatever he has planned for her. She thinks they are going on a date, but instead she is taken to a sex club called Wonderland. Wade says that if she does everything without question, they will be together forever. After she agreed, during the course of an evening, she is introduced to various aspects of BDSM.

Opinion
First, I take issue with Wade saying that the future of their relationship is dependent on Alice doing a bunch of freaky stuff outside of her normal comfort zone. It is one thing if they want to try some things to spice up the romance.

However, their relationship should not be contingent on what he wants, especially if she is not sure she wants it too.

Too much like coercion and too little consent.

I kept reading thinking the book would get better, but it didn’t.

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TOW Final Word: Buy, Borrow, Pass?
I say PASS because it was not for me. However, if you like BDSM genre, you might want to BORROW.

Book details
Print Length: 78 pages
Heat Level: 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥
Series: Modern Wicked Fairy Tales
Publisher: Excessica Publishing (April 1, 2011)
Publication Date: April 1, 2011

 

Guest Post: My Life Abroad by Chaithanya Sohan @america_deconst #amreading #culture

The Opinionated Woman’s Musings gives a warm welcome to Chaithanya Sohan

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She shares her thoughts today in a guest post entitled

My Life “Abroad”

As a child growing up in India, one often heard about people going abroad as we called it. Abroad, a term that loosely meant the United States of America and United Kingdom almost always showed the glamorous life behind the western world. One never heard about what it entailed to live in a new culture. Like most fairy tales with happy endings, you saw the person leave one day and return years later with gifts, chocolates and a twang to their Indian accent. They had left an Indian and returned an NRI (Non Resident Indian). One heard the never-ending stories of what life in the US or UK entailed, how the streets were clean and people ate with forks and knives. One rarely heard about struggles one faces in a new culture, or the hard work involved in living the American dream. As a child, I thought moving to USA meant getting on a flight and a guaranteed easy life with a bonus twang in my accent.

In 2001, I moved to California with my family. As I walked out of the flight into San Francisco, I believed the hardest aspect of my journey was over. My first brush with culture shock happened when I walked into the streets of Pleasanton and saw no one on the sidewalks. Suddenly, I missed the chaos of the streets of India. When I moved from India to California, I hardly thought the chaos of the streets or the thousands of strangers walking beside me would mean so much to me. Somehow that chaos represented familiar which I now realize.

America Deconstructed was born in those moments. As life continued, I met several other immigrants including my coauthor Shaima. We shared our experiences as immigrants, the goof-ups with culture, weird restaurant experiences, etc. America Deconstructed is made up of those moments.

  • What happens when someone mispronounces your name?
  • What do you do when an entire menu baffles you?
  • How do you react when someone asks you, ”Did you take your shower on the street back in your home country?”

Sixteen immigrants through their own experiences have tried to answer these questions and more. Please pre-order the book if it interests you. We have 24 days to gather our pre-orders!

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America Deconstructed

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About the Authors:
Chaithanya Sohan immigrated to America from India in 2001. She currently works as an Electrical Engineer in the Silicon Valley. Chaithanya graduated from San Jose State University with Bachelors in Electrical Engineering and a Masters in Electrical Engineering from Santa Clara University.

Chaithanya Sohan has worked as a writer since 2002 when she started writing content for various websites. She free-lanced as a writer until 2013 when she decided to write her book America Deconstructed. Some of her works are published in websites such as http://www.rethinkreality.com. Chaithanya enjoys traveling and runs her own blogs http://www.nomadicsue.wordpress.com & http://www.wordspeare.wordpress.com.

Shaima Adin came to the United States as a refugee in May 2000 at the age of 16 with her mother and sisters. She is originally from Afghanistan but has lived several years of her life in Pakistan as a refugee as well. Currently, she works in an engineering management position at a Safety and Quality-testing laboratory in Union City, CA.

In light of recent times and all the debate about immigrants and refugees around the world, Shaima joined forces with Chaithanya to put forth the stories of immigrants from different backgrounds that have called America home. Her purpose in doing so is to paint a different picture of immigrants and refugees by displaying their side of the stories and the struggles of starting from nothing.

Synopsis of the Book:
Naseer was nine years old when he escaped Taliban and fled Afghanistan. His story, “There are some people who are coming to take me away”, chronicles the resilience of a nine year old boy as he traveled from Afghanistan to America in his quest for the American dream. “I saw a ripe mango I’d like to pluck” showcases the love story of Chidibere and Ifeyinwa and their struggles with language, culture and being African in America. In the story “Kosovo, really…cool”, Lisian takes us through his journey to America and often being asked his identity in spite of being white. In the story “I am exotic, mocha, P-Diddy”, Parag describes his journey from a young sixth grader who hid his attraction to boys in conservative India to embracing his sexuality in America. America Deconstructed follows the journeys of sixteen immigrants as they maneuver cultural differences, accents and uncomfortable situations while feeling a sense of belonging in America.

Dare to Dream by CA Harms #amreading #romance @charms0814

DARE TO DREAM by CA Harms
SERIES: A Carolina Beach Novel
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED
RELEASE DATE: February 14th 2017


After the sudden death of his wife two years ago, Darren Griffin has finally found peace. He has a good life, good job, two daughters he’d do anything for, and a beautiful home on the beach.

Greer Monroe is grieving the loss of her father. It’s the final rung on the broken ladder that’s become her life—crappy job, no friends, and a cheating ex-boyfriend. At the insistence of her aunt, Greer decides to spend some time at her family’s beach house.

When the glee-filled sound of children’s laughter dances through the breeze, Greer finds herself smiling again. The neighbor girls are carefree, depicting a life Greer has only dreamed about. Husband, children, happiness—a family. And their father, Darren, he’s everything a woman could ever want.

But it is, of course, only a dream.

She can’t stay at Carolina Beach, no matter how much she adores Darren and his daughters. She has responsibilities at home, a mother who needs her. Where there’s love, there’s heartbreak, and she can’t go through that again. And she sure as hell won’t do that to those little girls.

But Darren isn’t letting her go that easily. It’s been so long since he’s felt this way for anyone. Greer is his missing piece, a piece he never thought he’d find.

Saying goodbye is hard, but sometimes starting over is even harder.

Only when they dare to dream again, will they ever dare to love.
Darren’s POV 


 

“Are they both asleep?” Greer asked as I stepped out onto the deck and handed her a glass of wine. 

 


 

“Yes,” I said. “They both slowly gave in after they talked about you for at least ten minutes.” 

 

She smiled as she lifted the glass to her mouth. I couldn’t help but watch closely as it came in contact with her plump, full lips, distracting me from my thoughts. The way she tipped the glass and the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed was so sexy. 

 

“I had a great time; they’re both amazing,” she assured me as she lowered her glass and brought it to rest on the deck railing. 

 

I was lost for a moment watching her profile as she looked out toward the water in the distance. She appeared so at peace, so settled. It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with. Instead I found myself wanting to do whatever it took to keep her. 

 

I stepped closer and my movements caused her to look up. Without any further delay, fearing if I didn’t do it now, I wouldn’t make the move, I lifted my hand and skimmed my palm over her cheek as I slid it farther into her hair. 

 

“I don’t think I told you that you’re amazing,” I whispered as I moved my body even closer to hers, feeling her chest pressed firmly to mine. 

 

“You did, but I sort of like hearing it,” she confessed as her eyes shifted from mine to my mouth, then back again to meet my gaze. 

 

There was a silent pause just before I moved in, finally closing that last amount of distance between us. Her lips pressed to mine, and I hooked my arm around her waist and held her as close as I possibly could. A gentle brush of my tongue caused her lips to part, and I moved in, taking full advantage. That was the kind of guy I was, demanding, greedy. I just hadn’t been him for so long. But Greer ignited a need inside me that had been hidden someplace down deep. 

 

It felt extraordinary to be a man with needs and wants and to act on them again. It was freeing and natural, and I knew in that moment that had I allowed my desires to go as far as my mind was screaming for them to go, I would have had her backed up against the house and panting my name in seconds. 

 

But I had to move slowly, not only for her but for me. Because Greer, I could already tell, could be very addicting. 

 

I pulled back from the kiss and rested my forehead against hers, and for a moment we both just remained connected, breathing as evenly as possible. My pulse raced and my body hummed from just one kiss. My lips tingled, begging for more. 

 


 

She slid her hand beneath the back of my shirt, and the connection ignited my need again as I took her mouth once more. This time, I devoured her lips. The desire to stop was now long gone, replaced by deep hunger. 

 


 

“Darren,” she panted against my mouth as she dug her fingers into my back. 

 


 

“I know,” I said, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe I was telling her I felt it too, or maybe I was agreeing that this was just too much. 

 


 

I was torn between stopping this before it went further and taking what I needed. 

 


 

“Daddy.” 

 


 

My daughter’s voice broke us apart, and I backed away from Greer as if an ice-cold glass of water had been dumped over me. 

 


 

Greer fumbled to right herself and knocked her wineglass onto the floor in the process. The look on her face gave me all the confirmation I needed that the moment we’d shared was now over.

 

A little about me. Let’s see where to start.

I love HEA stories, as long as they come packing a little heat. I need some excitement, some angst, and moments that make me fan my face are always good too. I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true, it honestly doesn’t take much to make me happy. I love the little things; they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my new Keurig—oh my, that thing is a godsend. And so fast too. I have two children who truly are my very best friends, and their faces never fail to put a smile on my face. I have been married to my husband for sixteen years, and even though at times I want to beat him with a stick, I would never change the years we have had. We have learned and fallen, only to pick each other up, dust off the ache, and help each other make it right.

I am one of those authors that adore my fans. I love to hear from you. After all, it is because of each one of you that I continue to write. I look forward to your feedback.

Be sure to follow me to stay up-to-date on all my upcoming releases.


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Hello 2017, Good bye 2016

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It is a new year and I am ready to get it going. Pretty much I am ready for SUMMER and reading by the beach. In the meantime, I guess I will settle for reading while wrapped in my snuggie.

How was my 2016? Per Goodreads, I read a lot of books.

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I even surpassed my reading goal for the year.

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The biggest challenge for me was to stop reading long enough to write reviews. Plus, I know I have been slack with my Foodie Friday and Try It Tuesday features. But I am going get myself together this year and be better organized.

Looking forward to a great year! What about you?

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Blog Tour: Acquired Asset @znwillett #romance #giveaway

Title: Acquired Asset
Author: Z.N. Willett
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: November 6, 2016
In the business world, Christopher Colby is a force to be reckoned with—admired by many, he’s an intelligent, confident, smooth-talking COO who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

 

To Quinn Cordell, Christopher is a demon reincarnated—a sexy, self-centered, cocky bastard who is trying his damnedest to take over her family’s company.

 

Normally, Quinn handles men like that very well—with precision and tactics of her own.

 

Quinn understands Christopher’s type.

But what Quinn doesn’t understand is, why she allowed Christopher to grope her in a supply closet?

 

“A love story involving two strong personalities who clash repeatedly, both personally and professionally. If you love a story filled with passion and drama, this is the book for you.”Melanie Moreland New York Times/USA Today Bestselling Author

He leaned in farther, pinning my back to the wall, as his face hovered over mine. “You can keep telling that to yourself sweetheart, but we both know under that beautiful exterior, there is a hungry beast inside that would stop at nothing to get what she wants.”

Christopher swept his nose over my face and inhaled; I almost lost it. I hated what he did to me and I fought to keep from grabbing him closer and dry humping him raw right there on the floor of the elevator. When the demon breathed out, the most intoxicating spell came over me.

Christopher pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You can’t blame me for going after what I want.”

He pulled away and hit the elevator button, starting it up again. We both stood there, looking at each other, but saying nothing until the door opened on Christopher’s floor.

As he stepped out, and before the door closed, he turned to me. “Eventually we are going to want the same thing.”

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Z.N. Willett is the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted; yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, loving anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time she had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When Z.N. decided to do something she was passionate about, she added her love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down she’s a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.

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