Skin (BB Easton)


“Knight was a skinhead. Correction, Knight was THE skinhead.”
-BB Easton, 44 Chapters About 4 Men

Based on (mostly) true events, SKIN is the story of Knight and BB. It is the story of how a good girl, from a good home, with good intentions and even better grades, managed to get herself mixed up in every bad thing imaginable. It is about love and loss and learning that in this life, looks can be deceiving.

*To fully enjoy this book it is recommended that readers first experience 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN; however, SKIN can be read as a stand-alone.

**SKIN is not intended for everyone. It contains themes that might upset or offend sensitive audiences. Please consult the introduction for a list of triggers.

***Now I’m just adding asterisks to be an asshole.

Ah, I found myself much more impressed with Skin rather than 44 Chapters. Which is refreshing. I was really hoping for that considering I felt like the minority with 44 Chapters.

“I kept people away. I never let anybody get too close. Until you.”

44 Chapters just didn’t really give me enough time to be “team Knight” like I kept seeing people say but Skin was enough to make me turn a complete 180. Full blow Knight train. I’ll be the caboose leader, IDGAF.


And you know what? I think Knight gave 15 year old BB just what she needed. And it gave me just what I needed. Nostalgia back to my very own Knight. 15 year old me might not have had her nipples pierced but she was crazy and she was crazy about a Knight.

“You make me fucking weak and I make you way too fucking hard.”

Who would have thought you could find angst and love in a story based on true events? Who knew you’d connect to it? Either way, I did. And I’m glad that I did. Now I’m ready for Harley. I’m eternally thankful for the books that we will receive on these men. Because living vicariously through BB is a fun and wacky ride that I’m not ready to get off of yet.


44 Chapters About 4 Men (BB Easton)


School psychologists aren’t supposed to write books about sex. Doing so would be considered “unethical” and “a fireable offense.” Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.

After spending years trying to spice up my sex life, I gave up and took to my journal. Perhaps my gorgeous, cold, number crunching husband simply wasn’t capable of the kind of passion I’d come to expect. After all, my ex-boyfriends—a skinhead turned US Marine turned motorcycle club outlaw, a baby-faced punk rocker out on parole, and a heavy-metal bass player—were every bit as tattooed and testosterone-fueled as the leading men in my favorite romance novels. If I couldn’t have that kind of passion again in real life, at least I could write about it. Right? Nobody had to know. It would be my little secret.

Well, guess what? My husband read that shit.

And guess what else? He upped his fucking game.

Drunk with power and under the dubious advisement of my best friend and colleague, I began testing the limits—crafting journal entries specifically designed to manipulate Ken’s behavior. For the most part, he responded beautifully…except when he didn’t.

Told through actual journal entries, steamy short stories, personal emails, a few haikus, and at least one dirty limerick, 44 Chapters About 4 Men chronicles the year I spent toying with my husband’s mind and ignoring all ethical standards of psychology. I decided to publish it in the hopes that someone out there might benefit from my discovery—or at least laugh at it—but in doing so I’m risking more than just my career. If word of this book gets back to Ken, I could lose the very man I’ve worked so hard to perfect.

This was a fun read. Not absolutely mind blowing, but all in all, it was an entertaining read. I can definitely appreciate what the author was trying to do with 44 Chapters About 4 Men.

At times the book was down right hilarious. The author’s humor was insanely relatable to me and I relished in her personality. I connected to her wit and charisma which was comforting for me. Like, this is a person I can hang with in real life. Plus, I can relate to her because who doesn’t have a soft spot for the bad boys when they were in high school? I know I did.

But, the story line wasn’t strong and it was also inconsistent at times, which is a huge ball buster for me. It jumped around so much I almost got whiplash. Basically, I’m glad she decided to write Knight’s book first because their whole relationship was just so choppy as she wrote about it and just left me immensely confused and asking questions which is annoying because I never shut up about something if I want to know more about it. Every time she would sporadically mention him throughout the book, I was confused all over again.

For a memoir, the writing was superb. I definitely want to check out her next book mainly because I want to see how she structures and writes an actual novel rather than a book that just contains journal entries.

Twisted Palace (Erin Watt)


These Royals will ruin you…

From mortal enemies to unexpected allies, two teenagers try to protect everything that matters most.

Ella Harper has met every challenge that life has thrown her way. She’s tough, resilient, and willing to do whatever it takes to defend the people she loves, but the challenge of a long-lost father and a boyfriend whose life is on the line might be too much for even Ella to overcome.

Reed Royal has a quick temper and even faster fists. But his tendency to meet every obstacle with violence has finally caught up with him. If he wants to save himself and the girl he loves, he’ll need to rise above his tortured past and tarnished reputation.

No one believes Ella can survive the Royals. Everyone is sure Reed will destroy them all.
They may be right.

With everything and everyone conspiring to keep them apart, Ella and Reed must find a way to beat the law, save their families, and unravel all the secrets in their Twisted Palace.

Royal boys. I’ll never forget you. I don’t want to let you guys go. Ella, you’ll always be my girl. I’m sorry, I’m not good with goodbyes.


It’s been the ride of my life and y’all didn’t let me down. Even when you guys made me angry or Reed made me want to combust.


I’ll miss you. All of you.




Broken Prince (Erin Watt)


From wharf fights and school brawls to crumbling lives inside glittery mansions, one guy tries to save himself.


Reed Royal has it all—looks, status, money. The girls at his elite prep school line up to date him, the guys want to be him, but Reed never gave a damn about anyone but his family until Ella Harper walked into his life.

What started off as burning resentment and the need to make his father’s new ward suffer turned into something else entirely—keep Ella close. Keep Ella safe. But when one foolish mistake drives her out of Reed’s arms and brings chaos to the Royal household, Reed’s entire world begins to fall apart around him.

Ella doesn’t want him anymore. She says they’ll only destroy each other.


Secrets. Betrayal. Enemies. It’s like nothing Reed has ever dealt with before, and if he’s going to win back his princess, he’ll need to prove himself Royally worthy. 

DUDE. What. The. F…

Royals. Let’s get it together, boys. For real.

Looking at you Reed. Get your shit together, boy.


Once again, another New Adult novel resurrected and done the right way. I feel like a crack addict who just ran out of crack. I need more. I need the rest. Just one more. Pleaaaaase.


A majority of Broken Prince is told from Reed’s POV which is an auto love from me. I’m a sucker for a good ole male POV and being inside of Reed’s head didn’t let me down in the least bit. I was strangely satisfied and fed until I was a glutton. A glutton for Reed.

Avenger Ella. She is so insanely amazing I wish she was MY girlfriend. I’d take on the Royals any day for her. I’m just gonna come out and say it: She’s so fucking awesome. And have I touched on the secondary characters? I want to write a book about Val. Better yet, I want to read a book about Val. But mainly the twins and their wacky issues. What’s the deal with them? Huh? Not to mention Easton. He’s about to tell Reed to just sit down and Easton will be my next book boyfriend.


But I’m telling you. Each brother needs to have at least four books of their own at this point. How will they wrap this up with one last book? HOW?


If you honestly thought the cliffhanger from book one was bad you haven’t see a thing yet. Book two is ten times worse. There are so many twists and turns and secrets and things you don’t even know the half of and your eyes are bugging the whole time wanting more and more. Like me…right now…starting the last one.


Paper Princess (Erin Watt)


From strip clubs and truck stops to southern coast mansions and prep schools, one girl tries to stay true to herself.

These Royals will ruin you…

Ella Harper is a survivor—a pragmatic optimist. She’s spent her whole life moving from town to town with her flighty mother, struggling to make ends meet and believing that someday she’ll climb out of the gutter. After her mother’s death, Ella is truly alone.

Until Callum Royal appears, plucking Ella out of poverty and tossing her into his posh mansion among his five sons who all hate her. Each Royal boy is more magnetic than the last, but none as captivating as Reed Royal, the boy who is determined to send her back to the slums she came from.

Reed doesn’t want her. He says she doesn’t belong with the Royals.

He might be right.

Wealth. Excess. Deception. It’s like nothing Ella has ever experienced, and if she’s going to survive her time in the Royal palace, she’ll need to learn to issue her own Royal decrees.

Jesus. I just couldn’t stop reading Paper Princess. I was trying REALLY hard to stay afloat last night from all of the angst I had endured. I didn’t want to put this thing down. I just couldn’t. I am still reeling. Last night when I finished I was coming off of the worst adrenaline high I have ever experienced from a book. And it felt so good. And how do I even deal with that ending? That’s easy…I start the second one immediately.


It is now the day after and I’m still thinking about Paper Princess and every one in it. Deep breaths, Talon. Okay, let’s chat. Wait hold on, let me pick my jaw up off the floor again before I start. And my panties.

First let me say this: my biggest peeve with series is 99% of the time the first book packs all of the punch. It’s when you first fall in love with the setting and the characters. It’s where everything begins for you but not necessarily ends but everything is so fresh you just feel so good. And then you move on to the rest and you’re missing that “first book feeling”. BUT I have a gut feeling these books just won’t make me feel like that. I think this series will end up giving me one of the biggest book hangovers I have had in years.


No matter what was going on in this book I found myself grossly addicted. Maybe not grossly but it couldn’t have been healthy right? When I read a book in one sitting you KNOW it’s good. And dare I say I have a new…guilty pleasure? And it’s got me thinking all kinds of things like, 1) can I be in high school again? 2) wait, but only if it can be like this book, because my high school was FAR from this setting. But a girl can dream. Now that I think about it, did I even stop for a pee break? Did I eat? Did I pay attention to my family? Don’t know. Don’t care.


Let’s talk about Ella. And how in love I am with her character. She’s sassy and witty and her no bullshit attitude is what heroine dreams are made of. I actually enjoyed this female POV! All kidding aside, it’s very refreshing to me to read about a girl that I can actually stand. She didn’t annoy me, she wasn’t predictable, and she made me laugh. What was there not to love about her?

And those boys…O M G.


Everything just worked for me. The writing, the setting, the characters, the pace. It was all just perfect. Except for the ending. Because WTF, we just got to a huge climax point in the story and you’re just going to take all of that out from underneath my feet? Rude. And that’s saying a lot coming from the girl who is allergic to cliffhangers and series.

I am currently thinking of ways that I can play off being sick so that I can just sit and read the second book. So many books these days are all the same. Actually a majority of them are. So to pick up this book and be blown away just makes me feel so satisfied as a reader.

It’s also just another time that I am glad that I don’t give into hype when books release and I am patient and I don’t have to wait for the next books *smug smile*.


I am also just going to take a minute and thank the magical book God’s for delivering us such a book that makes me want to do so many things and feel so many things at once. Amen.

Mists of Serengeti (Leylah Attar)


Once in Africa, I kissed a king…

“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newly born butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”

When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.

Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.

Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.

But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”

A blend of romance and women’s fiction, Mists of The Serengeti is inspired by true events and contains emotional triggers, including the death of a child. Not recommended for sensitive readers. Standalone, contemporary fiction.

 I think this one is totally on me. I don’t think I was in the right frame of mind to be reading this one when I did. Which sucks. More so for me because Leylah’s story telling is always so magical and creative to me. And this one was no different, I just struggled to get into it.

I can honestly say though, at 84% and on I was finally where I wanted to be with this book. But that’s too long for my liking. I wanted to feel like that at 30%. This doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the good writing when I read it, though. Leylah has a strategic way with words and Mists of Serengeti is no different than Leylah’s past work. Her writing was poignant and passionate and for me that’s admirable and impressive.


“Sometimes we need to be jarred out of our own reality. We base so much of ourselves on other people’s perceptions of us. We live for the compliments, the approval, the applause. But what we really need is a grand, spine-chilling encounter with ourselves to believe we’re freaking magical. And that’s the best kind of believing, because no one can unsay it or take it away from you.”

The character structure was just so off for me. One chapter Jack was rude and distant the next he was calm and chatty and very well involved with Rodel. Not to mention I couldn’t get connected to Rodel which in turn never ends up well. I enjoyed reading from Jack’s POV though, I wish we would have had more of it.

I can say this, each chapter ended with solid quotes. Lines that were beautiful.

“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”

I think if I was in a different frame of mind, Most of Serengeti would be perfect for me but at this time I just didn’t feel anything. I do, however always feel for Leylah. She’s such a creative writer, one that I can appreciate every time she puts a new book out.


Crush (Nicole Williams)


Football glory. A giant diamond. A wandering eye.

Jude and Lucy are happily engaged . . . but that doesn’t mean life’s a bed of roses.

Once again, Jude and Lucy are torn apart by football training and a summer job that creates new tensions. This time Jude’s the one with trust issues. Will Lucy’s life-changing news bring them back together or end their relationship for good? Can love triumph forever?

The last book. Numero tres. I did it. But, I had a much harder time with this one. I just didn’t jive with it the first oh, 70-75%. It was just really slow and boring, I didn’t read it as quick as the others. But, I’m completely satisfied with the ending give or take a few things.

Lucy, tisk tisk. Such an ungrateful person. She moans and groans a lot in this book too. Just like she did in the second book. I really thought she would be better this go around.


Basically…if I would have had to actually wait for this last book in this series I think that I would have been highly disappointed. Especially after all I had been through in the first two books. Like, this is it!?


I used to think Lucy was a saint for putting up with Jude but really it’s the other way around. Lucy is a very lucky bitch (as she quotes herself).

The greatest things with these three books was you could really see the growth in Jude. You could see how he was maturing and growing as a person but Lucy, homegirl stayed stuck in her age of 19 I think.

Jude, I’ll miss you. And I’ll think of you from time to time when I think about bad boys who need some good lovin’ in their lives. Feel free to give me a ring. I’ll marry you in less than three years.