I admit I’m guilty of this. It’s okay you can admit it as well.

I admit I’m guilty of this. It’s okay you can admit it as well.

Take a fellow book nerd with you and your day will be made.

I don’t know about you but once I finish a book the only concentrating I can do is picking out my next read.

Or a cat…

Almost every book I read becomes a favorite.


The cover I choose to use is from the paperback book. I feel it fits better than the other cover.
I have read other books by this author and have not been disappointed, and the same can be said for this one. My only issue is not even with the book but in me and the timing of when I started reading this book. I was a little (well maybe a lot) busy and spent many evenings reading a chapter or two before bed.
Roarke and Hannah were madly in love for a time until they were ripped apart by forces unknown to Hannah. Now, years later, she has to return home and is soon enough thrust back into Roarke’s world. She is a photographer and when a friend gets injured and can not make a shoot she sends Hannah in her place. While shooting Roarke and the horses, it transports her back to their summer of love. When a horse gets spooked and Roarke moves Hannah out of the way, “the sting” can be felt through the pages.
While watching him with the horses, Hannah starts having all the long buried feelings rise up again and they start to confuse her on where she stands and what she needs to do. Roarke does anything he can to try and keep Hannah, but fears once she finds out what happened years ago that she’ll leave him again.
I did like the fact that it was a slow build to their HEA. It is filled with joy, hope, understanding and is the perfect read to get you in the Christmas spirit.
I received this as an ARC for my honest and voluntary review. ARC provided by Netgalley
Publication Date: October 29, 2019 Pages: 358 Kindle Edition Adult 18+ Contemporary Romance, Second Chance Love
That makes today the purrfect day. Now if today’s work day will hurry and pass.

No I think I really am anti-social, but I still want to be left alone to read my book.

Without a doubt even if I’m not trying to find books, I always find that shelf. What bugs me about it is when it is on the bottom and all the books are just thrown on it you have to sit on the floor to be able to go through them and you get weird looks from peeps.

I never really thought about this, guess I better get busy reading then.
