The Room on Rue Amélie, Kristin Harmel



The Room on Rue Amélie, Kristin Harmel

If you read The Nightingale and loved it, you must read this book.

Rarely do I find a book where I love almost every character (and the ones I don’t love die quickly), but I really loved nearly every character.

I’m obsessed with all things WWII historical fiction and The Room on Rue Amèlie met every expectation and then some.

As per my usual, I wish I hadn’t waited so long to read it. Thank you Bookstagram for making me finally read this gem.

The Kiss Quotient, Helen Hoang


The Kiss Quotient, Helen Hoang
When I finished reading The Bride Test in May, I immediately added The Kiss Quotient to my June BOTM box. I have zero regrets.

The Kiss Quotient was hot, steamy and pretty much perfection. I mean, I read it in less than 48 hours. Couldn’t put it down.

As in The Bride Test, the main character is autistic. Hoang’s writing brings a face and emotion to a topic and population that we often forget feels and loves as deeply as the rest of us. She removes the stigmas and delivers real, raw human emotion.

If you love a good, solid romance with LOTS of steam and deep, important topics, I cannot recommend Helen Hoang’s books enough.

Pretty Revenge, Emily Liebert

Pretty Revenge, Emily Liebert (7/27/19)
There are few things I love more than suspense novels that have strong characters and stories. The ones that don’t rely on suspense to steer the plot.

Olivia/Kerrie and Jordan/Jordana were robust, strong and deeply flawed characters. The revelations of their history was perfectly tied together and laid out.

I didn’t know who I was rooting for more. I wanted them both to “win” and come out on top.

As with most suspense novels, the ending came fast and furious and I wanted more. All the best books leave me wanting more because I’ve connected with the characters.

Thank you to Gallery books and NetGalley for the eARC in exchange for an honest review.

Summer of 69, Elin Hilderbrand


Summer of ‘69, Elin Hilderbrand


This is the first Elin Hilderbrand book that I’ve read and honestly, I’m mad at myself for waiting this long.

I absolutely adored this book and family. I saw a bit of myself in Kate, Jessie, Blair and Kirby. Through Hilderbrand’s words, I felt their story come to life.

Summer of ‘69 is a beautiful story that wholly embodied what I imagine the late 1960s to be like. And while I’ve never been to Nantucket, I feel as though I can say I’ve been now.

I have a huge Elin Hilderbrand TBR stack and I’m ready to dive in.

The First Mistake, Sandie Jones


The First Mistake, Sandie Jones


I won’t lie, it took me a hot minute or hour to get into this book. There was quite a bit of set up before the first big “ahhh! What?!” moment.

In the beginning, I was annoyed with Alice. By the time we got to Beth’s story, I liked Alice a bit more. Beth? Girl. I wanted to shake some sense into her.

Once I got to the second part, I couldn’t put this book down. It is a solid suspense novel with a few predictable twists and one I didn’t see coming.

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the eARC in exchange for an honest review.

The Summer I Met Jack, Michelle Gable


The Summer I Met Jack, Michelle Gable


I can’t decide if I want this to be more truth than fiction.

The life Gable imagines for Alicia Darr was so robust and real. I felt as though I knew her. The portrait her words painted was both beautiful and a little tragic.

Alicia was a worldly woman with a justifiably cynical view of reality, yet she allowed herself to be vulnerable to a man that didn’t have her best interests it needs in mind. With every page, I wanted to leap in an shake her. Surely she saw who he really was?!

I received a copy of The Summer I Met Jack from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Excuse me while I go research everything there is to know about Alicia and her relationship with JFK.

My Lovely Wife, Samantha Downing

My Lovely Wife, Samantha Downing
Phew. That was intense. Not too many twists but enough to keep me hanging on to every page.

I’m still processing that epilogue. It left me feeling a bit like Verity did… not sure who I trust.

I will say that My Lovely Wife made me feel a lot better about my marriage. At least we aren’t … no spoilers.

6.4.19 InstaShortie – Heart First

Late again. Always, always late. My mother is going to kill me!

I silently cursed myself. I knew I didn’t have time to curl my hair, but I did it anyway. It just fell so much softer when it was curled; my platinum blonde hair framing my face perfectly. I could have skipped the dramatic smokey eye, but the shimmery purple made my blue eyes glow. I could have simply thrown my hair into a messy bun, slipped on my favorite Vanderbilt hoodie and a pair of jeans. My makeup could have been more natural and less dramatic. Of course, I didn’t need a stop at Starbucks. Caffeine was necessary, but it was entirely possible for me to make my own rather than standing in a line to order a six buck latte.

Yes, I could have been on time. But if I had, I wouldn’t have met him. And that would have been a tragedy. I might have missed everything.

His blue eyes wouldn’t have pierced my soul when he turned around to excuse himself after bumping into my bag. That sweet smirk might never have been tossed my way. I might never have known how hot his skin would feel against mine.

“Lonnie,” he said, offering his hand. I took it and held on for just a bit longer than was necessary. I did not want to let go. “Lonnie Rhodes.”

“Quinn Smithson,” I replied and smiled. His hand still warm and tight around mine. I’d never been one to fall for the cliche of love at first sight, but as I studied  his face, I knew there was something about him. It called to me like a favorite song playing in the background. Subtle. Sweet. Transformative.

He dropped my hand. Disappointment rushed through me.

“Let me buy you a coffee.” He winked, and I couldn’t say no.

“Not necessary, but thank you.” I felt the flames rise in my cheeks. I willed myself to get it together. I ordered my Americano and followed him to the side of the counter.

I checked the time on my phone. It was almost nine. Mom was definitely going to kill me. Or, at least harass me for hours on end about my inability to follow a schedule or read the time.

“Late?” He asked. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at me. It was if he were drinking me in, memorizing my face. The feeling was intoxicating.

“Yeah,” I said and nodded. “It’s my dad’s fiftieth birthday.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. Everything about him was perfect. The way his chestnut brown hair fell in his eyes, the way it curled subtly at the ends. His sharp jawline and cheekbones. Those soft, kissable lips made me want to know what they might feel like pressed against mine. Electricity flowed through my veins at the thought.

“Where’s the party?” He asked.

“In Franklin,” I answered without thinking. “That’s where they live.”

“Fancy,” he said. “What’s a Franklin girl doing slumming in East Nasty?”

I laughed. It was a question my own mother often asked. “I like living away from the pomp and circumstance of old money.”

It was half true. I did like the calmness of the suburb my parents lived in. But the big houses and perfectly manicured lawns were suffocating. Mom’s house was practically covered in plastic. My brother and I were never allowed to touch anything. The house was always immaculate. Pristine. Much like the images of our family my mother plastered all over Facebook.

When I told her I was moving to East Nashville, she’d nearly vomited on her Tory Burch boots. Her nose turned up at the name as she spat it back at me. Though, that reaction was not nearly as bad as her response to my chosen profession. She couldn’t wrap her head around my desire to work and live in an area known for its crime and low incomes. Mom had never once stepped foot in my apartment, always insisting I come to them. I was fairly certain my mother had never been south of the airport, despite spending her entire life in Nashville.

“Hmm.” His lips vibrated. “‘Maybe I should have let you buy my latte.

“Next time,” I offered.

“It’s a date.” His smile spread across his face.

My Apple Watch buzzed on my wrist. Mom was calling for the hundredth time this morning. I help up a finger and mouthed an apology before turning my back to him and answering the phone.

“Hey, Mom,” I said casually as if I weren’t aware of the fact that I was supposed to be somewhere.

“Where are you?” She hissed. I could hear my dad in the background telling her to calm down.

Oh, Dad, you know better. I silently scolded him. My mother didn’t understand the meaning of calm down and bristled at the suggestion she do so.

“I’m at Starbucks right by the interstate. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“You were supposed to be here an hour ago.” The annoyance in her voice crept through the phone. I pulled it away from my ear.

“Mom, I told you it be there at nine. It’s just now nine. I’ll see you soon. Love you. Bye!”

I hung up before she could argue and returned my attention to Lonnie. Suddenly, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and talk to him. Let his eyes hold me captive. I could get lost in them. For a moment, I did. I dove heart first into the ocean blueness and allowed myself to drown in the possibilities they held.

“Gotta go?” He asked and handed me my latte.

“Sadly,” I said and offered a shrug. “I am late for my Dad’s birthday party.”

We both stood there, my hand on his. He didn’t let go of the drink. I didn’t let go out his hand. I didn’t know if I could.

“I am going to hold you to that coffee date,” he said. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Quinn Smithson.”

“Likewise, Lonnie Rhodes.” His name rolled off my tongue smoothly. It made my lips tingle. Get it together, Quinn.

He offered one final smirk before heading to leave.

“Wait!” I called as I followed him out. “Don’t you need my phone number?” Even I could hear the desperation in my voice.

“You have mine,” he replied and nodded to the cup in my hand. I turned it and noticed he’d written his name and phone number on the sleeve.

I giggled and mouthed, “oh.”

Then, as quickly as he’d walked into my life, he was gone. I climbed into my Acura MDX, a graduation gift from Dad, and let my head rest on the back of the seat. I closed my eyes and images of his face appeared. I was fairly certain I’d be dreaming about him tonight.

Twice in a Blue Moon, Christina Lauren

“Have you ever seen the stars from this exact place?”

Up until that line, I was in. Tate’s character had my attention. Then Sam uttered that line from the grass under the London stars and I was gone. Swoon city. I loved literally everything about Twice in a Blue Moon … except, maybe Ian. He served a purpose, but I wanted to punch him.

This was my first time reading a book by Christina Lauren, and I gotta say I am kicking my past self for not picking one up sooner. The writing is flawless, the storytelling is impeccable and the characters just felt real. Despite being set in London and a movie set—two places I’ve never been, I felt like I was there with Tate, Charlie, Sam, Nana and everyone.

Thank you to the publisher and NetGalley for the eARC in exchange for an honest review.

Lock Every Door, Riley Sager


Locke Every Door, Riley Sager (7/2/19)


That was a hell of a ride. I could not put this book down. Lock Every Door was perfectly creepy. Every page had me questioning what was happening. The ending was very satisfying.

I know this is on several Bookstagrammer’s TBRs. I need you all to read it so we can discuss.

Thank you NetGalley & Dutton for the eARC in exchange for an honest review.