Title: Boy #1: The Wannabe Rockstar Series: Oh, Those Boys #1
Author: Penny Sixsmith
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 24, 2020
Blurb:
OH THOSE BOYS ...
Cassandra St. John's boyfriend broke up with
her on Valentine's Day - after informing her he was cheating on her - so she made a decision. NO MORE BOYFRIENDS. They're only good for one thing, anyway, and she certainly doesn't need to be in a relationship to get it.
From a musician, to her boss, to Mr. Nice Guy, to many more, Cassie quickly discovers that just because you take the relationship out of the sex, it doesn't necessarily make life easier.
Sometimes it makes it much, much harder.
BOY #1 - The Wannabe Rockstar
Getting dumped x Pent-up sexual frustration + The rock god next door = The BEST sex Cassie's ever had, and even better than that? He's not interested in having a relationship
anymore than she is, so they reach an agreement - this will be the one night stand that never ends. Perfect, right?
Except life happens when we least expect it, and the minute Cassie stops looking for love - stops wanting it all together - it
comes looking for her.
AUTHOR PENNY SIXSMITH:
Is author Stylo Fantôme writing under a new pen name so
she can explore the lighter side of contemporary and erotic romance, while still bringing that unique banter and edge.
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Adele was babbling, she knew, but she couldn't stop herself. So she was thankful when Jones cut her off and yanked her close. He sat up at the same time, and before she even realized what was happening, he was kissing her.
Finally.
The last time – the only time – they'd kissed, he'd disappeared forever. This time, she was determined to make the most of it. They both shifted onto their knees, arms going around each other, and when she gasped at the intensity of his hold, his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned and curled her fingers in his hair, praying the moment would last forever.
Ah, but this place is the anti-prayer. So shall you think it, so shall it not be.
Jones' hands had moved to cup either side of her face. He pulled away, then leaned back in for another slow kiss. Tried to say something, then kissed her again.
Once more, and she could just feel it – it was the last one.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Me, too,” she whispered back. He grabbed hold of her wrists and gently removed her arms from around his neck.
“But it can't be. You either go forward, or you go back. You can only stand still for so long, Adele.”
She didn't even know what he was talking about, and she knew he was right. The storm above them was getting worse. Something was coming. Eternity waited for no one, not even her, it seemed.
She squeezed her eyes shut tight.
“I tried, Jones. I tried to stand still with you. I tried to get caught in the now with you.”
“I know you did. And now I want you to try something else,” his voice was so low, she could barely hear it over all the thunder.
“What?”
“I want you to concentrate. And then, I want you to open your eyes.”
She bit into her bottom lip and turned her head, brushing her nose against the side of his cheek so she could remember the feel of him. Inhaled deeply so she could remember the smell of him. Then she took an even deeper breath and did as she was told.
She concentrated on the ground below her. Listened to the storm raging above her.
Felt Jones' body heat in front of her.
And she also remembered. Could hear her brother Ocean laugh in her ear, the sound made such rare appearances. Could picture her brother River standing in front of her, looking so serious and concerned. Could feel her brother August around her, giving her one of his big hugs.
The wind around them didn't lessen in intensity, but it did slow down. Or time slowed, she couldn't be sure. There was a terrific booming noise, followed by the sound of something ripping. At first, she thought it was the sky – the storm must have really been opening up. Then she felt a tremor in the ground under her, and she knew what it was.
The giant tree was finally tipping over. It groaned as gravity took hold of its weight and pulled it over the edge of the cliff. She could actually sense the roots being ripped from the earth as the tree made a swan dive.
And as the roots came free, they tore apart the face of the cliff. She could feel the ground crumbling away from her, could tell she was falling. Jones held onto her for as long as he could, but just as his arms were about to reach their limit,
gravity took over once again and yanked her away completely.
Author Bio:
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Release Date: November 9, 2018 Rating: 4 Stars Told in the first person. Alternating persons.
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book for review from Give Me Books Promotions and the author. I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".
Blurb:
A shattered woman.
A changed man.
Church Logan wanted to kill someone, and Emma Hartley wanted to die - they were a match made in hell.
But one little cut, a pint or two of blood, and suddenly everything between them is different.
Are they still destined for greatness? Or has the darkness finally eclipsed them and torn them apart?
Looks like it's time for Church to practice what he preaches.
Ignition, meet explosion.
**Warning: if you have triggers - this story will touch on a lot of them. This book is a dark romance, 65,000+ words.
Emma Hartley has me
worried. Paul “Church” Logan is more of
a secondary character in the beginning of this second book. He’s more of a thought, a memory. Emma has more of a staring role. It’s been a few months since I was first
introduced to Church and as I’m
reintroduced to our characters it seems that you have no choice but to read
these books in order.
I give the author
continued kudos for switching from first person to third person.For the reader, it’s like we’re ghosting Emma
as she tries to navigate her new normal.I’m still trying to decide if Church is crazy or not.Is his brain different from ours?Or maybe he’s a product of his
upbringing?If you watch The Dr. Oz show
at all you know he has his True Crime
segments.I have to wonder how he would
see Church or even Emma.I would call
them a modern day Bonnie and Clyde because I could see them getting the same
amount of notoriety should the media get involved.
Can’t figure out who is
more terrifying – the parents or the children.It also makes me wonder if the so-called “professionals” try to see if
there is any type of correlation there.Maybe that’s what the author wanted me to figure out.I found it interesting to see that Emma and
Church seemed to have a logical explanation for their madness.
In this book Emma seemed
like someone that doesn’t care but our author shows us a glimmer of
humanity.She believes in sticking up
for those whose voice has been squashed.Right at that moment I decided that no matter how hard this book was to
read, I had no choice but to finish.It’s something that had my heart pounding from beginning to end.Even though I saw those two dreaded words, I
didn’t feel that their story was over.So much seemed to be left unsaid.I’m glad that I got the chance to get to know this author’s writing
style.
The only issue I had was
if this story ever got made into a movie.
I think people would enjoy it but it would just make it too real for
me. With a book you can disconnect from what’s
happening but not so much when you’re given graphic visuals. Same with nightmares – a movie gives me something
that I have to see with my eyes. It makes
it harder to forget. With reading, there
are outside forces that may override what my mind sees. Makes me wonder if this author’s duet was
born from nightmares.
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
