I LOVED this book. It took me forever to read it but I think that has more to do with my mental/emotional state right now. Any other time and this would have been a book I devoured in a day.
This book was everything I’d hoped for … strong female lead, great female friendships, interesting insight into the world of tech, and a steamy relationship. There was also a bit of mystery and mild suspense as Daniel worked to investigate the money laundering scheme.
All in, The Boyfriend Project was a fantastic book.
Review: A Taste of Sage, Yaffa S. Santos (Thank you to the publisher for the gifted copy)
I really wanted to love this one. The writing was fantastic and the premise was unique and intriguing.
Lumi was an engaging character, as was Julien. I didn’t love him at first, but he grew on me.What kept me from loving it was that at times, the relationship between the two felt forced and a bit rushed. I’d have liked a bit more flirting and coyness.
All-in, A Taste of Sage was a solid restaurant-themed romance with great characters and recipes that left my mouth watering.
This was a fun, cute read. I adored Lumi and Julien grew on me. Their story did feel rushed and almost forced at times, but also genuine.
After finding disturbing journal pages that suggest her late mother didn’t die in a car accident as her father had always maintained, Beth Walsh begins a search for answers to the question — what really happened to their mother? With the power and relevance of Jodi Picoult and Lisa Jewell, Rimmer pens a provocative novel told by two women a generation apart, the struggles they unwittingly shared, and a family mystery that may unravel everything they believed to be true.
With her father recently moved to a care facility because of worsening signs of dementia, Beth Walsh volunteers to clear out the family home to prepare it for sale. Why shouldn’t she be the one, after all? Her three siblings are all busy with their families and successful careers, and Beth is on maternity leave after giving birth to Noah, their miracle baby. It took her and her husband Hunter years to get pregnant, but now that they have Noah, Beth can only feel panic. And leaving Noah with her in-laws while she pokes about in their father’s house gives her a perfect excuse not to have to deal with motherhood.
Beth is surprised to discover the door to their old attic playroom padlocked, and even more shocked to see what’s behind it – a hoarder’s mess of her father’s paintings, mounds of discarded papers, and miscellaneous junk. Her father was the most fastidious, everything-in-its-place man, and this chaos makes no sense. As she picks through the clutter, she finds a handwritten note attached to one of the paintings, in what appears to be in her late mother’s handwriting. Beth and her siblings grew up believing Grace Walsh died in a car accident when they were little more than toddlers, but this note suggests something much darker may be true. A frantic search uncovers more notes, seemingly a series of loose journal entries that paint a very disturbing portrait of a woman in profound distress, and of a husband that bears very little resemblance to the father Beth and her siblings know.
A fast-paced, harrowing look at the fault in memories and the lies that can bond families together – or tear them apart.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:Kelly Rimmer is the worldwide and USA TODAY bestselling author of Before I Let You Go, Me Without You, and The Secret Daughter. She lives in rural Australia with her husband, two children and fantastically naughty dogs, Sully and Basil. Her novels have been translated into more than twenty languages. Please visit her at www.Kelly.Rimmer.com
Exclusive Excerpt PROLOGUE
September 14, 1957
I am alone in a crowded family these days, and that’s
the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. Until these past few years, I had no
idea that loneliness is worse than sadness. I’ve come to realize that’s because
loneliness, by its very definition, cannot be shared.
Tonight there are four other
souls in this house, but I am unreachably far from any of them, even as I’m far
too close to guarantee their safety. Patrick said he’d be home by nine tonight,
and I clung on to that promise all day.
He’ll be home at nine, I tell
myself. You won’t do anything crazy if Patrick is here, so just hold on until
I should have known better
than to rely on that man by now. It’s 11:55 p.m., and I have no idea where he
Beth will be wanting a feed
soon and I’m just so tired, I’m already bracing myself—as if the sound of her
cry will be the thing that undoes me, instead of something I should be used to
after four children. I feel the fear of that cry in my very bones—a kind of
whole-body tension I can’t quite make sense of. When was the last time I had
more than a few hours’ sleep? Twenty-four hours a day I am fixated on the
terror that I will snap and hurt someone: Tim, Ruth, Jeremy, Beth…or myself. I
am a threat to my children’s safety, but at the same time, their only
protection from that very same threat.
I have learned a hard lesson
these past few years; the more difficult life is, the louder your feelings
become. On an ordinary day, I trust facts more than feelings, but when the
world feels like it’s ending, it’s hard to distinguish where my thoughts are
even coming from. Is this fear grounded in reality, or is my mind playing
tricks on me again? There’s no way for me to be sure. Even the line between
imagination and reality has worn down and it’s now too thin to delineate.
Sometimes I think I will walk
away before something bad happens, as if removing myself from the equation
would keep them all safe. But then Tim will skin his knee and come running to
me, as if a simple hug could take all the world’s pain away. Or Jeremy will
plant one of those sloppy kisses on my cheek, and I am reminded that for better
or worse, I am his world. Ruth will slip my handbag over her shoulder as she
follows me around the house, trying to walk in my footsteps, because to her, I
seem like someone worth imitating. Or Beth will look up at me with that gummy
grin when I try to feed her, and my heart contracts with a love that really
does know no bounds.
Those moments remind me that
everything changes, and that this cloud has come and gone twice now, so if I
just hang on, it will pass again. I don’t feel hope yet, but I should know
hope, because I’ve walked this path before and even when the mountains and
valleys seemed insurmountable, I survived them.
I’m constantly trying to talk
myself around to calm, and sometimes, for brief and beautiful moments, I do.
But the hard, cold truth is that every time the night comes, it seems blacker
than it did before.
Tonight I’m teetering on the
edge of something horrific.
Tonight the sound of my
baby’s cry might just be the thing that breaks me altogether.
I’m scared of so many things
these days, but most of all now, I fear myself.
This book right here represents so much for me. I wrote in during NaNoWriMo in 2012. As I wrote, I posted it live to my blog. LIVE TO MY BLOG. Do you have any idea how scary that was?
As terrifying as it was, it helped keep me motivated. I knew people were waiting for the next chapter. Now, I have two friends that read as I write and ask questions or point out inconsistencies. They also help pester me when I get off track.
Life is But a Dream (November 2014) Poised. Graceful. Organized. Yes, Rebecca Jane has it all – Kyle, her handsome, loving fiancé, her dream career and her five-year plan. She is successful and driven and up for a promotion as long as her evil co-monster Hannah stays out of her way as they tackle an interesting, new client together.
Rebecca is on the verge of greatness – at least in her own mind.
As it usually does, her past finally catches up with her. Now, at thirty, Rebecca is questioning who she is and the choices she made along the way. Is she really ready to settle down and be Mrs. Kyle Turner?
Rebecca is forced to reevaluate everything she thought she ever wanted and to finally face the fact that she never really let go of the past.
Between Life is But a Dream and Happily Ever Never, I wrote two other books. Both were okay, but neither inspired me like LIBAD had. I started writing HEN in February 2017. My son was almost two and we were trying for a second.
Then it sat on my Google Drive for over a year. One day, I decided to reread it and something miraculous happened. I didn’t hate it. In fact, I love it. I sent it to a few friends to read and they loved it too. Happily Ever Never was really the first book that made me feel like an author. For that, it will always be my favorite.
Happily Ever Never (October 2018) Janna Hargrove’s life wasn’t a fairy tale, not even close. She’d never imagined her life would have its happily ever after moment. Until she met Ryan. The moment their eyes met, everything changed. She knew he was the one – he was the happily ever after she deserved.
Five years into their two-year plan, Ryan finally popped the question. The moment was everything Janna had dreamed of. She had the man, the ring, the wedding date, the house, the career and the plan for 2.5 kids living in suburbia bliss. Everything was just as she’d always dreamed, designer dress and all.
Lie Baby Lie was one of my favorite books to write. I loved both Reese and Caroline. They’re two beautifully flawed women who are unlikely friends.
It was also the first book that I wrote without knowing the title. For me, I almost always have a title the instant I start writing. It comes to me right along with the character or opening scene. I spent weeks agonizing over the title. Ultimately, I landed on and loved Lie Baby Lie. It just fit so perfectly.
Lie Baby Lie (February 2019) Caroline has a one track mind. She wants a baby, and she’s willing to do anything to get what she wants. Her husband promised her she’d have her wish. When a secret from his past threatens to ruin Caroline’s plans, she takes matters into her own hands. His lies soon become her own web of lies and deceit.
Reese is desperate for a child too, but years of infertility and loss have jaded her. Secrets and lies have become second nature. The secrets she’s kept from her daughter. The lies to her husband about pregnancy tests. Reese hides behind these lies, protecting her family from truths that could hurt them and her.
Their lives are woven together in a way neither women understand. An unlikely, fragile friendship is born. Can it withstand the secrets and lies?