So there is Daisy. Not well educated but eager and happy to learn after a series of temping positions. And then she finds programming and loves it and teaches herself lots of interesting stuff. But she still doesn’t have any qualification and so when a promotion comes up at her current temping job, despite the fact that she has done brilliant work with their social media, the job is given to a new hire. And then there is Daisy’s long term relationship with a rather controlling male. Who takes her lack of formal education and social nous and makes her feel small and encourages her to depend on his opinion about everything. Until. And Daisy has to find her own way in the world - and finds a bookshop to hang out in - and romance blossoms. So far, so genre. What rescues this story is the writing style It was fun and amusing and empathetic. And thus enjoyable to read, without grammatical errors and not in need of either editing or proofreading.
Do you ever have one of those days? When nothing ever goes quite right? And you spill coffee over your interview clothes? [or worse – think red on white trousers ].
Well our intrepid heroine has a bad day – or two in this book and earns the nickname Coffee Girl due to her spillage.
I have to say though, I’ve never heard of such complicated orders as some people give for coffee – ‘large skinny Latte, with extra foam, light swirl of caramel, hint of shaken salt, 2.5 pumps of vanilla, splash of extra hot water, 1.5 packets of splenda’.
You have to wonder how many different combinations of all these items they had been through to be so specific.
And I love Oreo and do understand why he is a house cat. Maine Coons are often kept indoors as they are often stolen, but I’d rather have one who could go outside. I looked at the rescue sites for a Maine Coon and a Norwegian Forest cat as we may get another cat soon, and they both say must be kept indoors. So despite my love of these breeds, I shan’t be getting one.Overall this was a sweet story with the usual ups and downs of the genre and some reality about just how uncomfortable it can be touring with a rock band. That said, the lyrics never make a lot of sense to me and country music is always heart break and sad songs so not my scene at all.
Love on a beach
This is book 1 in a series about 3 sisters who are running, somewhat reluctantly by some, the wedding planning business, their parents retired from.
They are situated in a real town – Cape May – near to Atlantic City which is a summer resort town.
Cape May is a city and seaside resort at the tip of southern New Jersey’s Cape May Peninsula. It’s known for its grand Victorian houses such as the Emlen Physick Estate, now a museum with a preserved interior from the era. Shops and restaurants line the Washington Street Mall, 3 pedestrianized blocks of Washington Street. The Cape May Lighthouse provides views across the Delaware Bay and Atlantic Ocean.
It certainly sounds nice..
The sisters are very different and this is the story of the sister who is ‘in control’ of the business and her difficulty with romance and her OCD tendencies towards the business. And his reluctance towards romance stemming from family history.
PS I love Lucy but she is spoilt and needs to a. Get her diet sorted; and b. Get some exercise! It has some fun moments and the child is delightful, and you can see the ups and downs clearly. The style is right for the genre and needs little proof reading. And it leads nicely into the next two books in the series – one of which has yet to be published!
“Hey there, Queen,” Nate says as he approaches me with a wicked smile on his handsome face. “You look happy to see me,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.
My throat closes up at the sight of him. His dark, wavy hair is gelled and styled to perfection. Tall and muscular, he fills out every inch of the navy suit that molds to his body. Women drool over him now, but I know the nerdy boy who had hair that would never stay put. His teeth were such a mess, he wore braces until our sophomore year of high school. And for a few years, I was several inches taller than Nate. But now, when he leans in to hug me, he has to dip down to meet my height.
He towers over me, his masculine scent filling my nostrils as he kisses my cheek. My skin tingles from the unexpected contact. Heat rushes to my face, which is now on fire from his delicate touch. He’s only doing this because he knows I won’t make a scene in front of our families. Nate takes every opportunity he gets to irritate me.
For as much as I hate him, I still miss him. So, when I hug him back it’s a real one. I don’t want to let him go, and the feeling seems to be mutual.
Nate clutches me, his fingers digging into my back. “You look good,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending chills down my arms. “I can see the Pilates paid off.”
I gasp at his comment.
Nate laughs in response.
Damn him .
I hate showing that he has any effect on me. More than anything I wish he didn’t have a single ounce of control over me. But he does.
Nate tugs on a strand of my hair, twirling it around his finger. He did this when we were kids because he thought it was funny when I slapped him. My former best friend was an oddball. And now, he’s doing it to torment me. Men like Nate can smell desire on women. He damn well knows I think he’s hot. Nate looks like a walking orgasm in his expensive, silky suit that was tailor-made for him. Everything about him screams sex and money.
“Let’s get started,” my dad says, snapping me back to reality.
I flick Nate’s finger, and he drops his hand to his side. He stares me down with his hauntingly beautiful eyes. When I turn my back to Nate, Stefan is still standing behind the chair he rolled out from the table for me.
Nate sits across from me, though no amount of space is enough because I can practically feel the heat from his gaze rolling down my arms. Our parents get comfortable at the heads of the table, my dad to my left and Richard on the right. Nate’s wingtip hits my heel under the table. I ignore him as he taps me again. A few seconds later, his silky dress sock slides up my calf. I stare across the table at him, and he challenges me with one look.
Do it , his eyes demand. Fight me, Queen .
I hold my breath when his foot grazes my inner thigh. His gaze is pointed down the table at my dad, but I don’t miss the corner of Nate’s mouth lifting slightly into a satisfied smirk. He wants to play with me.
Game on, King .
Jillian Quinn is an international bestselling author of contemporary romance. Her books are light and funny but also on the steamy side. So, don’t be surprised if you have to fan yourself with your Kindle.
As a lover of coffee and a collector of book boyfriends, you can find Jillian most days, thinking about her next romance novel as she pours another cup.