Reviewing and Reading books that were free or are free. You see, I finally caved and bought an eReader. Now I find I can't stop reading all the free books offered on the online market. Despite whether or not the book is a good read or not. In this blog I will weed through all books, whether it was amazing or a grammatically sad excuse for a book, because the point in the end is . . . HEY, IT WAS FREE!
Her boyfriend is a sports god who worships the ground she walks on, and makes a mean plate of spaghetti.
And her and her best friend have come up with something no one ever imagined they would.
What more can a girl ask for?
Sami Ford is living the dream.
She’s satisfied her parents as far as school is concerned.
She has reinvented herself from a spoiled princess to a successful saleswoman making her own money for the first time.
And she has a thing with the hottest Ranger in New York.
How much more does a girl need?
But like they always say, when one aspect of your life is perfect, expect something else to fall apart.
When death, a baby, and a proposal hit them all in the same week, fall apart becomes an understatement.
These best friends find themselves leaning on each other more than they ever have.
Chapter 1:Dec. 31, 2015(Natalie)
The sea of boxes is daunting. “I think we have more shit than the last time we moved,” Brady groans and carries another box to the bedroom. “When I say we, I mean you.”
“The movers did offer to unpack, you said no.” I sigh.
“I don't need to pay people to do things I am perfectly capable of doing.” He’s grumpy from the last few days of travel, even if they won their previous three games and he scored twice.
“Brady, you’re traveling all week to and from games, we’re moving, and it was just Christmas. Can we finish this later?” I glance at my phone to see the texts from Sami. We haven’t spoken
since Christmas Eve, which has her texting me every tiny detail of her existence as if I’m a log book. We never fight like this so I want to text her back, but I need to make a stand on principle. The time catches my eye. “Mike and Liz are going to be here in six hours.” “Then stop screwing around on your phone and finish the kitchen.” He laughs bitterly. I lift my gaze, glaring at his back. “You’re sucking the joy outta this.” “Says the girl who ruined Christmas by pouting for a week straight. Your mom thinks I’m doing something to make you this way, and I can’t tell her it’s just you and Sami, as usual.” He carries another box to the bedroom. “I didn't ruin Christmas!” He pokes his head out the doorway, giving me that look, the one where he’s going to say something shitty. “Really? You didn't pout and cry and hide in my bedroom playing NHL 16 against my brother for hours? That didn't happen?” “Whatever.” “You made us stay in a hotel because you refused to sleep at Sami’s on the off chance she came home unexpectedly.” “It’s fine. I ruined Christmas. I get it.” I clench my jaw and start unpacking another box. “Nat. Come on, babe.” He puts the box down and comes to me, sweeping me into his arms. “I don't want to fight.” He kisses the top of my head, taking a deep inhale. I want to push him away but the feel of him wrapped around me is exactly what I need. It’s calming and forces reason down my throat. He’s right. I’ve been hateful for days. “I’m sorry.” I say the thing I don't want to but have to. “I hate that I ruined our first Christmas.” “Don't sweat it, Banks. We’ll have lots of Christmases.” He kisses again, lingering and breathing me in. He smells like deodorant and a bit of sweat. It’s him. The smell that gets me every time. My hands drag up and down his chiseled back, slowly making their way forward to his chest. I slide them up his muscles, letting my fingertips dig in and scrape a bit on the way down. He gets the hint I’m giving and makes the move I want him to. He lowers his hands to my butt, cupping and lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, letting him carry me to the bedroom, savoring the smell of him as he brings me to the bed. The new mattress is still covered in plastic but it doesn't stop us. His lips make a trail from my neck to my cheek as he puts me down, stepping back and sighing. “Might be the best view I’ve ever had.” “What?” The comment makes my cheeks flush more than the humiliation of ruining Christmas like a jerk. “You in our bed, wearing my Superman tee shirt, in our apartment.” He bites his lip. “This is perfection.” “Then stop staring and get over here.” I blush harder and reach for his belt, pulling him to me. He cups my face, like he always does, and lowers his.
It’s been three years since Michael’s death, and life isn’t any easier. The gift bestowed upon me has only grown stronger. I see the dead, everywhere. Those who have remained earthbound are looking for answers, or have messages for their loved ones. That’s what I do. I help resolve those questions, then assist them in crossing over. Lately, I’ve had a recurring nightmare—a guy, badly injured in a car crash. Each time I’ve called out to him, he never answers. I’ve never even seen his face. My mentor, Lucy Crow, believes he’s still alive, and I’m supposed to help him. That my dreams are not just subconscious thoughts; they’re premonitions. For the first time ever, I will leave my reclusive life in Alaska. My best friend Emily is taking me to California for spring break. She thinks it’s time for me to find someone—to start living again. But what I need to find is the answer to my nightmares.
Later that evening, I jumped in my Jeep and was headed to my mom’s house for dinner. Since my hospital encounter, she’d sobered up and was doing great. It was a really rough ride, but she survived and came out stronger because of it. She even began to sew again, gaining a few accounts which sold her garments.
About a year ago, she started dating again. Fred, her now steady boyfriend, was one of the doctors who’d treated her. I guess he saw the potential behind the broken, crazed-woman façade. He helped her through the withdrawals and often contacted her to make sure she didn’t regress.
I liked Fred. He was somewhat good-looking for an older guy, and they seemed so happy together. He doted on her, and she enjoyed his company. There was a lot of laughter between them, which made me happy. As I entered the house, the smell of Italian spices and freshly baked bread wafted around, making my mouth water. Fred’s special spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad was on the menu— one of my all-time favs. We sat around the dining table and ate until we were stuffed. They discussed their day’s events, laughing most of the time, and on occasion, I caught Fred gazing lovingly into her eyes. She’d blush and return a sweet smile back to him. The subtle touches and stolen glances were almost too much to handle. I wanted to be happy for the people around me, but sometimes their happiness reminded me of what I didn’t have— or would ever have again. “Lizzy, what have you been up to?” Fred asked, dabbing his napkin to his lips. He’d most likely sensed my negative mood. Swirling the last few noodles with my fork, I shrugged. “Same old stuff. Nothing new.” My mom reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. “Elizabeth.” She was pulling out her mother-mode voice. Great. “We all know you’re still broken up over Michael, but maybe it’s time you stop shutting everyone out. We are here for you, and Emily is coming a long way to see you. It’ll be good for you to get out and have some fun. Please, sweetheart, I’d like to see you make an effort.” I was about to bark a remark, but instead, bit my tongue and kept it to myself. She was concerned and knew the shattering pain I’d suffered from Michael’s death, because she’d suffered just as well through my dad’s infidelity and the divorce. My dad didn’t die, but his disloyal acts sent her on a heart-shattering, downward spiral. I was glad she pulled out of it. She’d left Booze Land and was happy again. She proved that a heart could be mended, even after it was battered and as long as the heart possessed a heartbeat, there was hope. With a half-smile, I breathed, “I know. I’ll try.” Try. It was all I could do these days. It’d been three years since Michael’s death, but it could just as well have been three days. Some days were easier than others, but there were too many quiet moments— blank spaces quickly filled with memories of him. It was during these moments, I’d break down all over again. And each time, I had to find a way to pick up the pieces, to fit them back together and start again. My life had altered that day in the cemetery. I’d seen things very few human eyes had ever witnessed. The reality of a secret world existing within ours. Angels and demons. Good vs. evil. It was all real. And since the day in the cemetery, I’d had no contact with Michael. I knew he was still around watching over me from time to time, but there had been no special visitations like before. No dreams, no visions, no heavenly apparitions. But knowing he had a job to do made it a little easier. Sometimes, I felt his presence, especially on days I needed it most. While other days, I felt nothing. But I knew he was still out there. Somewhere. Both of us keeping busy, biding our time until we met again. I’d been told, time and time again, “You need to move on, Lizzy.” But I couldn’t. No one understood my heart. It belonged to Michael, and I wasn’t ready to give it to anyone else. It didn’t help either that everything around me still reminded me of him. On my finger, I still wore the ring he’d given me, and around my neck, the locket. The new car— exact make and model— was sitting in my garage, gifted to me by his parents. Every time I sat in it, a flood of memories overwhelmed me. Which is why I still drove my old, beat-up Jeep. It’d been good to me. After dinner, my mom walked me to my car, while Fred stayed inside and cleared the table. I knew she wasn’t finished doling out motherly advice. Her sobriety had kicked it into hyperdrive, attempting to make up for the lost years, and then some. “Thanks for dinner,” I said, unlocking the Jeep door. “It was delicious.” “Fred is an amazing cook,” she replied, a half smile curled on her lips. “But I did help make the garlic bread and salad.” “The garlic bread was excellent.” “Thanks.” Her face lit up briefly before her eyes narrowed on me. I looked down as she took hold of my hand. “I really want you to relax and have fun this week. You need it.” My heart pinched. “I know.” “Promise me you’ll make an honest attempt to let people in.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I promise.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Good. Call me when you arrive and when you get back. It’ll keep my nerves at bay. But most of all, just remember to have fun.” “I will,” I said, hugging her. “I love you, sweetheart,” she said, her eyes tearing. “I love you too, Mom.” I gave her one last hug before jumping in the Jeep and driving away. Having fun took a lot of effort these days. Yes, I’d separated myself from the outside world, but it was because I didn’t want to deal with people. Fake people. And to top it off, I had dead people haunting me, sharing with me their sometimes gruesome deaths, begging me to make things right, here on Earth. It was mentally and emotionally draining, and I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to deal with it for much longer. At least I had never run into a poltergeist— those mischievous spirits were known to cause disorder and chaos, physically throwing and touching things. Thank God for small favors. As it neared midnight, I slipped under my covers. My stomach knotted as thoughts of traveling from Alaska to a college campus thousands of miles away whirled in my mind. Sighing, I reassured myself I’d only have to endure it for a week. Nothing major could happen in a week, right? I flipped to my side and pulled the blanket over my head, leaving a small space for my mouth and nose to breathe out of. I didn’t want any spirits bothering me tonight. And I was glad when sleep quickly found me.
Cameo Renae was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and now resides with her husband and children in Alaska. She's a daydreamer, caffeine and peppermint addict, who loves to laugh, and loves to read to escape reality.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS! I know my Christmas festivities started yesterday on Christmas Eve. My family goes out to visit with my mom's side on Christmas Eve and then today is visiting with my dad's side until tonight when we do our own thing at home. So it's like Christmas for two days straight. BUT . . . if any of you have a chance to sit back and relax during or after all the bustle of traveling from relative to relatives home, perhaps you can grab up a few ebook deals. There are some generous and loving authors who have decided to put their great books on sale for today. So snatch up the great deals before they are gone. I've grabbed a couple and sent a few to a couple friends as gifts. Remember a book is a gift that keeps on giving.
Great advice if you’re a fisherman. I wasn’t. I also wasn’t a player. I wasn’t a ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. I wasn’t scared of commitment. That is, until Melissa Cross showed up, stole my heart, and then disappeared with the pieces. It took awhile, but I made a new life for myself, one that didn’t include any part of her. Except, it turned out, it did. Our lives are more connected now than they ever were…and maybe my heart wasn’t as disconnected as I fooled myself into believing.
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“Keep your friends close and your heart closer.”
I always assumed this little pearl of wisdom from my mother meant to treasure the man I fell in love with more than anyone. Until the day I learned that it really meant to hold tight to your heart, because once you gave it away, nothing in the world hurt more than leaving it behind when the relationship had to end. I thought I’d moved on. I thought I’d built a new life that didn’t—couldn’t—include Chris Matthews; until the man I’d never forgotten showed back up in my life. Turns out I must still own a piece of my heart otherwise I never would have been able to feel it shatter all over again. Our lives seemed destined to be aligned, but would there ever come a time when our hearts would as well?
If you haven't read any of the Polaris Novels please do, but for this story it could be as a standalone. However, past characters are greatly apart of this story and this possible new couple adds to the amazing group. The main characters for this book are hilarious, sweet, real and true, I loved their story.
Moving on from the woman that destroyed his heart wasn't easy, but just as Chris Matthews was finding happiness with someone else his world gets surprisingly small. After wondering why the woman he deeply loved left him, Chris suddenly finds himself face to face with the very woman that broke his heart. Melissa Cross never believed she'd see the love of her life ever again, but Chris still makes her breath hitch and heart stop. With secretary's and reasons Melissa never told anyone, she hides why she so suddenly left Chris and returned home. The only excuse Melissa offers to Chris is that she wanted to have him hate her enough to forget her, but Chris is beginning to realize he may never forget the love he feels for his lissa.
Overall, oh so good, I loved it! When I saw there was going to be another Polaris novel I got extremely excited because 1) it's a novel from this series and 2) this author is giving the world another book. Seriously, loved this new couple. Melissa is self sacrificing to a fault and Chris needed to learn to forgive. So when the two of them finally open their eyes, and hearts, to what went wrong, Chris and Melissa chance for love again gives way to clarity about their past, which is key to any possible future together. Seeing Chris and Melissa fit into the family of characters already developed in the series, was too precious at times, like hallmark cute. But seriously I enjoyed the sense of levity in this novel and the value of family which is a highlight in this series. So if you're looking to read about a girl trying to solve her own problems and protect those she loves while running from genuine love only to be reunited for a possible second chance at happiness, then this story will be great.
So caught up in my anger, I almost missed the entrance to the hospital emergency room and had to hit the brakes hard, causing the car behind me to honk its horn as it swerved around me. I lifted my hand in apology only to have it replied with a middle finger.
Nice. And I was here to remind a kid about paying attention. Once parked, I took a few minutes to draw some deep breaths. Tempers were never helpful in this situation, and since I suspected I’d be dealing with Josh’s, I needed to calm my own.
By the time I strode through the lobby door, I felt in control again. Almost. The second the antiseptic smell hit my nostrils, I felt sick. I hated hospitals. I’d identified my parents’ bodies in one. I’d held my sister’s hand as she lay unconscious
after a terrible accident, then once again when I’d visited my friend Jen after she’d been viciously attacked. It had been all I could do to visit when my nieces had been born, but at least I hadn’t had to pass through the emergency room then. “Sir?” The nurse’s voice brought me back to the present. “I’m Chris Matthews. I’m here about Josh Daniels. I’m his work supervisor, and I have medical authority for him until his parents can be contacted.” I showed her the signed forms that our secretary had shoved into my hands as I left. Thank goodness for Delia, or I’d have wasted my time in coming. The nurse scanned the form, made a copy, and handed it back. “Right this way. His guardian hasn’t been reached, yet.” She directed me to come through a door and lead me to a small room. Pushing the door open, I saw Josh sitting up on the hospital bed holding an ice pack to the side of his face. He grimaced when he saw me, and I could feel the nervousness rolling off him. Someone tall in a white medical coat swung toward me as I walked in. “Chris? What are you doing here?” “Tyler.” I nodded in greeting at my other best friend whom I’d temporarily forgotten was an ER doc. “Josh is one of my interns. I’m responsible until someone from his family can get here.” Tyler nodded and returned his attention to sewing up what looked like about a three-inch jagged cut on Josh’s forearm. “No need to call anyone else,” Josh’s sullen voice said. “I’ll be fine. I can get home on my own.” Tyler glanced up at his patient. “You eighteen, yet?” Josh started to nod but looked at Tyler’s raised eyebrows, and his cockiness deflated. He shook his head. “Then, for now, you’re his responsibility until your parents get here,” Tyler said. “Ain’t got no parents,” Josh muttered. I flash of pain crossed his features, but whether it was from his injuries or his statement, I couldn’t be sure. But it was enough to thaw my icy demeanor. No wonder the kid seemed so angry. No parents meant he was maybe in the foster system, and while I had no personal experience with it, the stories I’d heard were usually not great. I was curious to see who, if anyone, cared enough to meet him at the hospital. Josh’s slumped shoulders did nothing to alleviate my concern. Tyler’s concerned expression matched mine, but he remained silent and finished his last stitch. “You’re all set. I’m going to find a nurse who will finish putting some ointment and a bandage on this. I’ll work on your paperwork.” He squeezed Josh’s shoulder. “Try to be more careful next time, okay?” Tyler nodded at me. “I’ll see you later?” I nodded, and Tyler left the room. I’d come here prepared to tell him he didn’t need to bother showing up tomorrow, but I sensed Josh was waiting for someone else to let him down. I shoved my hands in my pockets and blew out a breath. “Are you okay?” He shrugged. “Guess so.” “Want to tell me what happened?” Another shrug. “Tripped.” He looked intently at a tile on the floor. My fingers clenched in my pockets, but I managed to continue to speak patiently. “I remember being your age. Seems like overnight I grew several inches and my feet just couldn’t manage the extra height. Got a little clumsy myself for awhile, but it all worked itself out. The important thing is you weren’t injured worse than you are, but I’m sorry you got hurt at all.” A flicker of surprise flashed across his face, and his shoulders relaxed a little. “I—” “Joshua?” A loud, feminine voice rang from the common area outside his room. The young man startled as the door to his room swung open. He glanced up at the woman who flew to his side before quickly looking away, a mask of indifference falling into place by the time she reached him. A waft of soft jasmine reached my nose, and my mind immediately reacted to it, falling back to a time when I used to bury my nose into a supple neck or soft cleavage just to breathe in that scent. She reached out to my intern, who flinched and jerked his head out of her hand, and I could see her body stiffen in reaction. One hand rested on her hip while the other reached back to smooth a ponytail of red hair. Her back was to me, and her curves were nearly hidden underneath the shapeless pink scrubs she was wearing, her hair was straighter than it used to be, but I was so familiar with that nervous movement I’d recognize it anywhere. “Lissa?”
M.E. Montgomery has been an avid reader her entire life, and after falling in love with so many characters created by other authors, a new one began to form in her head. With the support of her family, she decided to to write it.
She is the homework queen to her four school aged children who think she is a genius in math, science, history and spelling. Fortunately, her biology and elementary school teaching background help her to keep up the expert façade, at least for now.
Although born and raised in the Washington DC metro area, she has considered many places to be called home since she left to attend college in North Carolina. She is a proud Navy wife, setting up a home wherever the Navy sends her husband. When she’s not reading or writing, she loves to go camping with her family, drink wine on the deck, and be swept off to romantic getaways.