Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label OCD. Show all posts

Friday, August 18, 2017

Blog Tour with Review and Giveaway: Beard in Mind (Winston Brothers #4) by Penny Reid

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Beard in Mind, an all new standalone in the bestselling, romantic comedy Winston Brothers Series by Penny Reid, is available NOW!

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All is fair in love and auto maintenance.
Beau Winston is the nicest, most accommodating guy in the world. Usually.
Handsome as the devil and twice as charismatic, Beau lives a charmed life as everyone’s favorite Winston Brother. But since his twin decided to leave town, and his other brother hired a stunning human-porcupine hybrid as a replacement mechanic for their auto shop, Beau Winston’s charmed life has gone to hell in a handbasket.
Shelly Sullivan is not nice and is never accommodating. Ever.
She mumbles to herself, but won’t respond when asked a question. She glares at everyone, especially babies. She won’t shake hands with or touch another person, but has no problems cuddling with a dog. And her damn parrot speaks only in curse words.
Beau wants her gone. He wants her out of his auto shop, out of Tennessee, and out of his life.
The only problem is, learning why this porcupine wears her coat of spikes opens a Pandora’s box of complexity—exquisite, tempting, heartbreaking complexity—and Beau Winston soon discovers being nice and accommodating might mean losing what matters most.
 

Excerpt:

  She’d taken the sofa, in her own house, and given me the bed. That didn’t make a lick of sense.  

I crouched next to her, threading my fingers into the silky hair at her temples. “Honey.”

 “Mmm.”

 I bent to whisper, “Shelly.”

 “Hmm?”  

“I’m going to carry you to your bed. I’ll take the sofa.”

  “Mmm.”  

I grinned at her soft noises, at the untroubled expression on her face, and how her brow—even in sleep—still looked regal and stern.  

Sliding my arms under her legs and shoulder, I picked her up. And, unfortunately, that woke her up.  

She jerked in my arms. “What are you doing?”

 “I’m taking you to the bed.”

 “Don’t do that.”

 “I don’t mind, I’ll take the sofa.” Our mouths were just inches apart, and hers was distracting.

 She squirmed. “Put me down.”

 Sighing unhappily, I did. I set her on her feet next to the couch. The blanket pooled at her feet and I stepped back to give her some space. It was dark, but I could see her just fine, and that meant I had to force my eyes to remain above her neck. The woman was wearing two pathetic scraps of fabric as pajamas. A thin little tank top and shorts. That’s it.  

I set my jaw and turned to the side, waiting for her to walk past.  

“Where are you?” I glanced at her and realized she couldn’t see at all. She didn’t have a hand out, but the way her eyes were moving about the room gave away her blindness.

 “I’m here.” I didn’t touch her, because if I did, I wouldn’t want to stop.  

Shelly turned her head in my direction and took a deep breath. Still she didn’t reach for me. I didn’t know the specifics of what to expect after her Friday session, but I recalled Dr. West saying something about Shelly doing self-guided ERP exercises over this week.

 “Can you see?” She licked her lips, her voice sandpapery. “Because I can’t see at all. It’s so dark.”

 “I can see.” Unbidden, my eyes dropped to her body, to the swell of her breasts, the panel of bare stomach, the curve of her hips. Pinpricks of heat raised over my skin and I curled my hands into fists.  

She shuffled forward and I caught her before she bumped into me, setting my hands gently at her waist.

 “Let me take you to your room.” My voice was rough, for obvious reasons.  

Saying nothing, she brought her hand to my forearm, her body gently colliding with mine. And then her hand on my arm slid up my bicep to my shoulder.

“Shelly.” I was running out of breath.  

“I like this.”

 “What?”

 “Touching you.”  

Oh fuck.  

I held still and endured her hands moving over my body, down the front of my shirt, stopping at the hem, then pushing it up.  

“Take this off.”  

I did. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor.  

We stood there, facing each other in the dark, not touching. Despite the session on Friday and the progress that had been made, I realized she wasn’t quite there yet. Dr. West was right, Friday was just a step, the first step. Shelly wasn’t able to initiate contact. Not yet.  

Her hands balled into fists and she swayed forward, her breath struggling little puffs.  

If anything was going to happen tonight, I had to initiate it. I had to be the one to touch first.  

God, how I wanted her. How I wanted her above me, beneath me, surrounding me. But how could I?  

“I know why I hesitate,” her voice was breathless, “but why do you hesitate?”

 “Lots of reasons.”  

“Give me one.”

 “I don’t want to you use you.”  

“I wish you would.”  

That pulled a laugh from me, just a small relief from the mounting tension. My eyes moved over her body, an undeniable impulse to devour the sight of her, her legs, stomach, chest, then up her neck to her lips.

 “You asked me on Saturday if sex was a big deal for me, or if it was you. The answer is both.”  

She held very still, and I got the sense she was holding her breath, straining to listen.  

“You are a big deal to me. I don’t want a fling. I don’t want a flirtation. I want promises.”

 “What can I promise you?”  
 
That you’ll love me. That I’ll be your priority.  

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. A spike of anxiety that she might leave me like this had me acting without forethought. I lifted my hands to her waist again and immediately, her fingertips skimmed over skin of my lower stomach in response, making my muscles tense in hot anticipation. She grew more assertive as she caressed my sides, abdomen, ribs, chest, shoulders, and then back down.  

Shelly stepped closer, a hint of thrilling contact between her breasts and my torso, and all the words and worries melted from my mind, died on my tongue, suffocated by the feel of her body, and the possibility of this moment.  

Her finger hooked in the waistband of my jeans. “Take these off.” Her hand turned, her fingers and palm cupping me over my zipper.  

Instinctively, I pressed myself into her touch even as I grabbed her wrist.

 “Beau, I promise—”  

She didn’t get to speak, because I kissed her, hard and wild, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly with one hand and bringing her palm inside my boxers with the other.

LIVE  

My Review:

My rating:  4 stars

This was an interesting book.  I enjoyed the first book in the Knitting in the City series by this author, and I've been intrigued to read this one as well.  While this is the 4th book in the Winston Brothers series, and it plays off of the other series as well, it was easy enough to read on its own.  I got to spend some time with Quinn and Janie from Neanderthal Seeks Human, since Quinn was Shelly's brother and we met her in their book.  I also got to meet all of Beau's brothers and sisters and friends.  I'm now looking forward to getting to go back and read their stories, as well as for future books that are other characters' stories.  All of the men in the story are so different that it makes them fun to see how they are going to handle love when it is coming at them.  And I have to say that I really liked that we got an extremely real woman to see how she could fall in love with her extreme case of OCD.  And I liked that Beau was able to deal with it, but that in some ways, he definitely acted realistically with Shelly in how he reacted to different events.  

I do have to say there were some moments I was unsure just how it could work, but they were overcome by the writing keeping me reading and not wanting to put it down.  The beginning did take a bit to get into, as the book is told mostly from Beau's viewpoint, and I think I'm more used to romances being evenly told throughout the male and female lead, with usually more on the woman's side.  I also guess I didn't realize there was a bit of the motorcycle club story with this series, but it wasn't in a way that overwhelmed the plot for me, even while it totally added a lot of depth to the story overall.  

I am definitely a Penny Reid fan, and when I got the chance to win any of her audiobooks through a Facebook contest, I immediately asked for the first book in this series, and I can't wait to listen and get back to the first part of this family's story.  If you are looking for a fun romance, but with the serious and realistic qualities of their lives and families thrown in, this is the book/series/author for you! 

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Meet Penny Reid:

  Penny Reid is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she’s not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja. 

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Twitter: @ReidRomance
 

Thursday, April 23, 2015

A to Z April: T Reviews - Total Constant Order by Crissa-Jean Chappell/Tales of the Slayers/ Through Violet Eyes by Stephen Woodworth

Again the letter T has a lot of titles, so I narrowed it down to 3.  One of them is from the Buffyverse but each one in the series is by different authors, so I can't list that for sure in the title of this post.  And the other is the first book I read by an author that I think deserves more attention for her amazing teen novels.

First is Total Constant Order by Crissa-Jean Chappell.  Ms. Chappell is an author that I feel deserves so much more attention.  Her books all have a great theme to them.  Some kind of hard hitting subject that you may not often see in stories, or at least they are not done as well as this author does.  This book I think was one of my first e-galleys, and I loved it.  I also got to meet the author the first year I went to BEA.




Here's the blurb for the book I'm spotlighting today from Goodreads:
Fin can't stop counting. She's always heard a voice inside her head, ordering her to listen, but ever since she's moved to the Sunshine State and her parents split up, numbers thump like a metronome, rhythmically keeping things in control. When a new doctor introduces terms such as "clinical depression" and "OCD" and offers a prescription for medication, the chemical effects make Fin feel even more messed up. Until she meets Thayer, a doodling, rule-bending skater who buzzes to his own beat—and who might just understand Fin's hunger to belong, and her struggle for total constant order.

Crissa-Jean Chappell's candid and vividly told debut novel shares the story of a young teen's experience with obsessive compulsive disorder and her remarkable resolve to find her own inner strength.





The second book is kind of a series.  If you watched the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series you know that there have been slayers all throughout history.  And we also know that there are those in training up until the current chosen one dies, and then one of them is called into service. This fascinating side series goes into the stories about the other slayers.  There are some great authors that wrote the different books in this series, included Nancy Holder, Christopher Golden, Yvonne Navarro, Mel Odom, just to name a few.  Here is the blurb for the first one from Goodreads:
A collection of original short stories based on the hit TV series created by Joss Whedon

Into every generation, a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, to find the vampires where they gather, and to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. In our time, that girl is Buffy Summers. But Buffy is merely one Slayer in an eternal continuum of warriors for the Powers That Be.

We've known of others; The Primal Slayer, who stalked the earth and the forces of darkness in fierce solitude... Nikki, the funky hipster whose demise at Spike's hands lent an urban edge to his wardrobe and a bigger bounce to his swagger. Slayers by nature have a limited life expectancy; for each one who falls, another rises to take her place.

Tales of the Slayer, Vol. 1, chronicles Slayers past who have influenced -- and are influenced by -- the traditions and mythologies of yore. From ancient Greece, to aristocratic Slayers holding court in revolution-era France, to the legend of the Bloody Countess Elizabeth Bathory, to 1920's Munich, each girl has a personal history, a shared moral code, and a commitment to conquer evil, regardless of the cost...


The last book I want to talk about today is the first in another series, it is called Through Violet Eyes by Stephen Woodworth.  One that I don't feel got the attention it should have either.  It was a science fiction type of story, about people who can communicate with the dead.  People born with violet colored eyes.  But their lives are not as easy, even though they have jobs just lined up for them.  Because now they have a serial killer after them.  Here is the blurb from Goodreads:
In a world where the dead can testify against the living, someone is getting away with murder. Because to every generation are born a select few souls with violet-colored eyes, and the ability to channel the dead. Both rare and precious—and rigidly controlled by a society that craves their services—these Violets perform a number of different duties. The most fortunate increase the world's cultural heritage by channeling the still-creative spirits of famous dead artists and musicians. The least fortunate aid the police and the law courts, catching criminals by interviewing the deceased victims of violent crime.

But now the Violets themselves have become the target of a brutal serial murderer—a murderer who had learned how to mask his or her identity even from the victims. Can the FBI, aided by a Violet so scared of death that she is afraid to live, uncover the criminal in time? Or must more of her race be dispatched to the realm that has haunted them all since childhood?


Have you heard of either of my authors I've talked about here that I feel need more attention?  Have you read their books?  How about the extra stories for the Buffyverse?  Do you think those sound like fun?

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