It was a slow year for reading. I only read 27 novels. And, frankly, I was hard-pressed to dig up 10 to recommend. I actually had to cheat and go back to Nov. 2013 to find that 10th one. I guess I read a lot of dogs this year. My resolution for 2015 is to STOP reading a dog and move on to the next book. This is one case where I don't need to finish what I start. Life is too short, and I'm sure there are great books out there waiting to be found.
All of these books demonstrate excellence in writing, character development, dialogue, storyline, and un-put-downability.
Rhonda slipped an arm around her waist and stood looking out with her. She wore a pale pink, knee-length sheath and matching peep-toe pumps. Mari looked at her sideways. "What? No glib reassurances?"
Rhonda returned the look with eyebrows raised. "I don't know this guy well enough for reassurances. For all I know, he won't show."
Mari turned her attention back out the window. "Thanks a lot, that helps."
"With or without a groom, you are by far the prettiest bride I've ever seen." She gave Mari's waist a squeeze.
Ben was singing Chanukah hymns with a light heart as he prepared latkes for their traditional Chanukah meal. As he grated the potatoes, he couldn't keep from thinking about the pretty girl he had just met as he was leaving campus. With long, curly auburn hair past her shoulders and green eyes that flashed with irritation at her current car troubles, Ben had been captivated and more than happy to lend his assistance.
Eli hitched a brow as he slipped out of his black wool coat. "Were you expecting a tall man in a trench coat?"
Mari paused, knowing she was starting to sound like a crazy lady. "Kind of." She gestured Eli on into the living room, and he headed for her love seat. Mari hesitated for a moment, remembering the time she and Eli had spent together on this very piece of furniture. She wasn't sure they had been alone together in her house since they broke up.
She rolled onto her back. "Mari Rhodes," she said with deliberation. She smiled, and her eyes sparkled. "I like it."
Joe turned on his side, pulling his arm out from under her and propping up on an elbow. "Don't tell me you haven't tried it out before now."
"Nope," she answered without a pause, but her eyes were full of mischief.
"Is that right?" He ran a finger lightly up her side, and Mari shivered. "You know, I think I now have a pretty good mental map of all your ticklish spots."
She squirmed as his fingertips pressed into the curve of her waist ever so slightly.
Looking for some new reading material? Look no further! Clean Indie Reads is having a fall sale Oct 5-11.
Who or what is Clean Indie Reads, you ask? Well, I'll tell ya!
Clean Indie Reads is a group of independent authors who write clean fiction. But clean doesn't mean sappy! There are all genres represented from kids' books to romance to paranormal and everything in between! The "clean" simply means that there is no graphic sex on the pages of our books.
All of my romances are on this sale--either free or .99, and there are a lot of other books at free or cheap prices!
Thank you, Ariella Moon, for inviting me to be a part of this tour! About Ariella Moon Ariella Moon is the author of the Teen Wytche Saga, a sweet Young Adult paranormal series. Ariella writes about magic, friendship, high school, secrets, and love in Spell Check, Spell Struck, and Spell Fire from Astraea Press.
About Ariella Moon Ariella Moon is the author of the Teen Wytche Saga, a sweet Young Adult paranormal series. Ariella writes about magic, friendship, high school, secrets, and love in Spell Check, Spell Struck, and Spell Fire from Astraea Press.
