Witchy’s Weekend Review for 12/26 – 12/31

We said goodbye to 2016 this week and Hello to 2017! 

2016 had some really great reads and I can’t wait to see what 2017 has coming for us!

Here are the reads I finished out the year with:

 

In case you missed it here is a look at my Best of 2016!

https://goo.gl/ZwmC3L

 

 

I read this AMAZING dystopian with lots of adventure and love! Just an all around “out of the box” read that I seriously enjoyed!

Sic is one phenomenal character!

Corporations want to brutalize the world without consequences. They want brutal? I will show them how brutal a monster without a keeper can be. The beast they’ve brought into the world to kill for them will make them all suffer before I rip the last bit of life from them!”

Most people only believe in what they can see. Born without the most basic gift of sight, I rely on my other senses to guide me. Yet, what I believe in most is a phantom that resides in my dreams. 

Under the blanket of twilight, I smell him. I feel him. I hear him. I taste him. But above all else, I see him. 

And I want him. 

I have no evidence that he’s real. But if he isn’t, why do I wake with the taste of him on my lips? I long for someone who doesn’t exist and even if he does, he’s forbidden, dangerous. 

He’s from a different world, a frightening place beyond the walls that protect me. The Dark Lands, a broken world beyond the reach of the corporate control is what’s outside the gate. A lawless hellhole full of death and chaos, where savagery thrives under the cloak of darkness.

The irony is that my phantom, the one I want so badly, seems driven to destroy everything I’ve ever known.


 

Nicole Williams provided us with Max…and Max is such a drool worthy man. Rich..smart but he doens’t want attachments. He want a green card. A relationship of convenience begins but this isn’t a sappy story of love…in order for this one to work…they need to hate!

I didn’t miss the way her hands curled in her lap. “Why? Because some other foreigner might try to lure me away from you to earn a green card?” Afraid someone else might take you away from me, afraid something might happen to you, afraid you might take yourself away from me. Yes to all of it. “I need you to stay safe.” “Why?” Instead of telling her the truth, I went with the opposite. I went with the lie because wasn’t that why we were there? A lie. A falsity. A deception. “Because I like to protect my investments.”


Nina can’t let herself fall in love with the man she’s going to marry. Both of them have experienced the sting and sham of love and have no intentions of falling victim to it twice. Love is expensive—hate is free. 

Three years. A million dollars. A solution to both of their problems. They planned it all, from the story of their first meeting to the date of their divorce. Nothing could go wrong. 

But what they didn’t consider was chemistry, and Nina and Max have no shortage of it. After too many near-kisses, Nina convinces herself that hating Max is better than loving him, and the more she gets to know this soon-to-be-husband of hers, the more she discovers just how very much she truly, madly, and deeply . . . hates him. 

This isn’t a love story. This is the other kind. 


 

I am not sure why I waited so long to read this amazing book but I am so glad that I did! This is such a unique story of back and forth. Of love and hurt. It will wrap you in a vice and hold you just like an addiction should! It quickly shot to my best reads of the year!

“All I felt was everything —every aching, shitty thing that had ever existed. Guilt, regret, love, lust, desperation, want, need, pain, fear, loss —all of it, all at once, like being caught inside a huge wave that broke just in front of me, swallowing me down into the depths of a dark, cold ocean of feelings I’d avoided for so long. I don’t know how long I stayed crumpled there on the floor, or how long I cried before my tears dried up along with my voice and I just laid there. My phone rang in the other room, but I didn’t move. I soaked in my regret, in the horrific pain that only comes with a relapse, and I paid my penance. I’d never hated myself more than in that moment.”


It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.

Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

But we can’t start here.

No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. 

Back to the beginning.

Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

 

I love a great book that can make me laugh and this is one of those books! Plus I picked up a new saying for the hubs …”stir the puddin” is the new sexual innuendo in the Witchy house and it brings a laugh every time! This book has it all…fun, laughs, a hawt ginger and a southern girl that you will love.

“Then, angel, can I ask what you might want?” he said, his voice husky as he bent down to unbutton my jeans and latched his lips to my neck. Don’t do it, April. A bet is a bet. I leaned in with dread as I replied in the huskiest voice I could muster. “I want you to stir the puddin’.” Andy’s face was still buried in my neck as his fingers stopped. I stroked him again to stoke the fire, but it was when I felt his body shake that I knew I had just lost opening day.”

“I met her at an all-time low . . . the worst night of my life—a time I never wanted to remember.”

“It was a night I could never forget.”

“When it came to women, I swore I was done with wishful thinking. Ball and my coaching career were all that mattered.”

“I reminded him it wasn’t.”

“She was everything I was afraid of.”

“He was everything I’d ever wanted.”

“She was fire—an irresistible piece of southern heaven that I couldn’t stay away from.

“He was smoke that clouded me in every imaginable way.”

“And the sex . . .”

“Dear God, the sex . . .”

“I fell hard, and she gave me hell at every turn.”

“I made a promise I was hell bent on keeping.”

“And you kept it.”

“Hell yes I did.”

“F*ckin’ A.”

 

 (Click the cover to buy)

   

   

   

   

(Click the cover to buy, always check pricing)

   

   

  

For a complete look at what is coming in January look here:

 https://goo.gl/TCjS2C

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: