Catching Christmas

My Rating: ★★★★

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Persuading Him

My Rating: ★★★★

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Clean Wholesome Romance 2018 Readers Choice Awards

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Small Town Hero

My Rating: ★★★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #12 - Rachael Anderson

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #11 - Mylissa Demeyere

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The Enemy Next Door and Other Misunderstandings

My Rating: ★★★★

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Shepherdsville Boxed Set

My Rating: ★★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #10 - Hayley Wescott

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Steve Jobs: A Biographic Portrait

My Rating: ★★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #9 - Donna Hatch

***There was some confusion about the 99¢ sale on Christmas Secrets starting today.  The sale will actually begin on Saturday so you can either wait to grab your copy then or if you're on Kindle Unlimited you can read for free now!  I apologize for the inconvenience***

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99¢ Deal of the Day: Yours by Christmas by Jennifer Youngblood

Yours by Christmas by Jennifer Youngblood

A recovering alcoholic turned firefighter, a mysterious woman with a secret, and the Christmas miracle that just might save them both.

Beckett Bradshaw knows what it’s like to be on top of the world and then to come crashing down to the lowest form of human existence, living on the streets. It has taken a huge amount of hard work and self control to get where he is today. He’s content with his job as a firefighter and so incredibly grateful for the miraculous recovery of his young daughter.

When a mysterious old lady shows up at the fire station and makes a prophecy that Beckett will find love by Christmas, he doesn’t believe it. Beckett doesn’t dare pray for the desires of his heart for fear that he’s used up all of his miracles.

Then, Beckett meets the beautiful and vivacious Ava Lawrence and starts to hope that maybe he really can find love. Beckett is hesitant to tell Ava about his checkered past for fear that she won’t want him. However, Ava has a few secrets of her own that could destroy everything Beckett has built.

Will a Christmas miracle be enough to bind two lonely hearts together or will the scars of the past prevent Beckett and Ava from finding the lasting love they most desire?

Excerpt

It was the kind of cold that would freeze a person’s toes and fingers off.  In another time and place, Beckett wouldn’t have spent more than thirty minutes outside.  Tonight, however, he was grateful for the cold.  It sank through the holes of his worn shoes, moving up his legs and torso like morphine, numbing his aching heart.  The cold snuffed out the fire raging in his head—the voice that screamed of his failures and how any path to redemption was forever barred.  He trudged through the snow, oblivious to the trash littering the sidewalk or the bars covering the windows of the aging buildings.  The sights and stench of the streets would’ve horrified him before, when he was donning two-thousand-dollar suits and driving a Lexus to his high-rise office in the center of downtown Salt Lake City.  Now, it was as commonplace as breathing.  The frigid wind picked up.  He pulled his thin coat tighter around him as he tucked his chin into his neck and plodded forward.

Normally, Beckett’s senses were dulled to the point where he hardly remembered the life he lived before.  Alcohol was the great cure-all.  If he drank enough of it, he could hardly remember his own name.  Today, however, was different.  Today was Jasmine’s birthday.  She was turning seven today.  Beckett didn’t want to think about Jasmine with her happy, rosy cheeks and cocoa-colored ringlets.  The trusting look in her deep brown eyes.  The lilt in her voice when she called him daddy.  Jasmine wanted a pink Barbie cake with sparkles.  Tears pressed against his eyes as he swallowed.  Unbidden scenes from the accident flashed before his eyes, the guilt knotting his gut.

It had been a normal day.  Pressures at the office were increasing.  Beckett was always behind.  Nothing he did was enough to satisfy his bulldog boss.  Before darting out of his office to pick up Jasmine from her dance class, he’d taken a few swigs out of the flask he kept hidden beneath a stack of files in his bottom desk drawer.  One minute he was driving, the road a blur, Jasmine chattering about a new dance she’d learned.  The next minute, everything changed.  Beckett felt the blunt force of the crash the same instant he heard the sickening sound of crunching metal.  Then came the worst—Jasmine’s terrified screams that gave way to intermittent whimpers.  He’d called 911, screaming into the phone.  It seemed to take forever before the wail of the sirens pierced the night air.
 

A few hours later, in a sterile hospital waiting room, a grim-faced doctor would deliver the blow. Jasmine’s ankle had been crushed.  It would require multiple surgeries, and there was a chance she’d never walk again.  Melinda’s face had crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks.  As Beckett went to hug her, she pushed him away, condemnation burning in her eyes. “This is all your fault!” she spat. “Please, Melinda.” His voice had cracked with desperation. “I—I’m sorry. I never meant—” 

He reached for her again.  She got up in his face. “I can smell the alcohol on your breath.” For an instant, Beckett saw something in her eyes—a sliver of the love they’d once shared. Before he could blink, however, her eyes went flatter than dull pennies as she turned her back to him and walked away.

It was then that he’d known, he was dead to her.  He loosened his silk tie and threw it into the garbage on his way out of the hospital.

That was six months ago.

He wet his dry lips, the thirst for a drink rising in him like a greedy vulture demanding to be satisfied.  He paused and leaned against the side of a building, removing the bottle from inside his coat.  Beckett took a long swig, appreciating how the liquid burned down his throat.  Another couple of drinks helped ease the pain.  The snow was falling harder, large blobs coating everything in white.  Cars moved along the streets like cautious snails, trying to avoid contact.  The world felt still, like he was in one of those snow globes Jasmine loved.  Beckett’s breath pushed out a warm mist against the air as he continued to his destination.

Fifteen minutes later, he went in through the backdoor of a shelter.  A middle-aged, portly man with a tapered salt and pepper beard was sitting behind a metal desk, chewing on a pencil as he stared at the screen of his laptop.  When he saw Beckett, he waved in recognition as he stood, pulling his pants over his belly.  “Hey, Blanket Man.  I wondered what time you’d show up here.”  He went to a nearby counter and picked up a stack of blankets, depositing them in Beckett’s arms.  “It’s a cold one tonight. The temperature’s falling into the single digits.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of people who can use these blankets.  Some ladies from a local church dropped them off today.  It’s mighty kind of you to deliver them.  After you get done passing these out, there are plenty more.”
Beckett nodded.  This was how the conversation always went, with Scotty making small talk and Beckett throwing in a few short answers and nods.  Scotty didn’t seem to mind that Beckett didn’t want to talk.  He was always pleasant, and he looked Beckett in the eye when he spoke to him.  Most people didn’t.  The homeless moved through the city like faceless ghosts, scavenging what they could to survive.
“Oh, by the way, I reserved you a spot at the shelter tonight.  It’s too cold to be outside.”
“Thank you.” Beckett’s hands ached from the cold.  He’d had a pair of gloves once, but they were long gone.
“Tell everyone you see that they need to get indoors.” Scotty’s mouth turned down in a frown as he pulled at his beard. “This is the kind of weather that kills people.”

If only Beckett could be so lucky.  Death was preferable to his miserable existence.  Several times, he’d looked up at the tops of the buildings, thinking how easy it would be to just jump and end it all.  He didn’t know what was keeping him here.  Maybe it was cowardice.  Even now, he craved life and the bottle.  Maybe it was Jasmine.  His heart clutched as he pushed the thoughts away.  He no longer had a wife or daughter.  He was a nobody.

With the blankets in hand, Beckett went out the door.  After the warmth of the shelter, the night felt colder.  He suppressed a shiver, forcing himself to embrace the cold as his feet worked through the snow.  His first stop was a group of four men at a nearby park.  They were sitting on the ground, huddled close together, their backs resting against a waist-high concrete wall.
“It’s Blanket Man,” an older man named Beaker exclaimed in a hoarse voice.  No one went by their real names on the streets.  They used names that fit the person’s personality or features.  Beaker had a large, pitted nose.  He held up a gnarly hand. “Join the party,” he said glibly. “It’s a little cold, but what can ya do?” He laughed at his own joke.

Slim Jim, sitting next to him, barked out a raspy smoker laugh, his thin shoulders shaking. “Yep, we’re having us a party.” He raised a hopeful eye to Beckett. “Got anything to drink?”
“Or a cigarette?” a young man with greasy hair and glassy eyes asked.

A pang shot through Beckett.  The kid was a newcomer.  He couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen years old.  His face was gaunt, his eyes ringed in hollow circles.  It seemed such a shame for him to be here, strung out on drugs.  Even as the thought ran through his mind, Beckett laughed inwardly.  He, of all people, had no room to judge.  No one on the streets would ever imagine that he used to be an executive at one of the most prestigious financial advisory firms in Salt Lake.  Out here, he was a scruffy drunk who delivered blankets to those who didn’t have the presence of mind to seek shelter when the temperatures plummeted.  He didn’t really know why he felt compelled to go out night after night, delivering blankets.  Maybe it was a form of atonement for his past sins.  All he knew was that he couldn’t seem to rest until the blankets were handed out.

“Nope, sorry. I’m all out of both,” Beckett lied, “but I do come bearing gifts.” No way was he sharing his booze.  He’d spent a full day cleaning trash out of a yard to earn the money to buy this bottle.  He handed them each a blanket. “It’s supposed to be down in the single digits tonight,” he said, repeating Scotty’s words. “It might be wise to get to a shelter.” The cold seeped into his bones, making him feel sluggish.
Beaker waved a hand. “Nah, too crowded. We’ll be all right.”
The young man started singing a song about them being all right.
“Suit yourselves.” Beckett moved on to the next stop, passing out more blankets.  He suspected that a few of the people were so far gone in their minds that they didn’t even realize they were cold.  One man was holding an animated conversation with an imaginary person, laughing one second and shouting curses the next.  Maybe Beckett would end up that way—not having a clue who he even was.  When the blankets were gone he returned to the shelter, intent on making one more round before hunkering down for the night.

“Hey,” Scotty said, “you’re back.”

Beckett gave a curt nod of acknowledgement and went to the counter, picking up an armful of blankets.

Scotty touched his beard. “Uh, Beckett, before you head back out, there’s someone here to see you.”
Beckett frowned, hearing his own name.  Not once, in all the times he’d come to this shelter to pick up blankets, had Scotty called him by his real name.  Up until now, Beckett hadn’t even realized that Scotty knew his name.  Suspicion stirred inside him. “Who is it?” he demanded.  It had better not be his former boss!  Jack Bisson had come lurking around once, about a month after Beckett had thrown in the towel.  He urged Beckett to check himself into a rehab center, saying he’d even pay for the treatment. 

“Think of your wife and daughter,” Jack had said. “With Jasmine’s ankle in such bad shape, she needs you now more than ever.”  Beckett laughed in his face, telling the pompous man in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of him.  Had Jack shown him an ounce of compassion when Beckett was working, instead of riding his case 24/7, Beckett might not have turned to alcohol.  Then, he never would’ve been drinking the night he picked Jasmine up from her dance class, and he wouldn’t have had the car accident that shattered her ankle.  Beckett balled his fist, squeezing the blankets.  He’d refrained from punching Jack Bisson in the face the last time he showed up.  This time, Bisson wouldn’t be so lucky. “Where’s Bisson?” he growled.

Scotty frowned. “I’m not sure who that is.” He scooted back his chair and stood, his eyes resting on the blankets in Beckett’s arms. “Maybe you should put those down and follow me.”
Reluctantly, Beckett complied.  When they entered the large common room, Beckett scanned the crowd of people, packed like sardines into every available inch of floor space.  When he saw them across the room, his breath froze in his throat.  He couldn’t do it! His eyes narrowed as he spun around to Scotty. “What is this?”

Scotty held up a hand. “Your wife and daughter have gone to great lengths to find you. The least you can do is hear them out.”  He lowered his voice.  “I know your history, Beckett. That you’re a good man.  You had a career, a wonderful family.  That man is still in there.  You just have to find him.”
 Beckett let out a harsh laugh.  “If I were a good man, my daughter wouldn’t be in a wheelchair.”  Tears rose in his eyes as he cleared his throat and swallowed.  He’d lost count of the number of times he’d dreamed of seeing Jasmine over the past few months.  A hot anger coursed through his veins.  Melinda had no right to bring Jasmine here.  Maybe she wanted Jasmine to see firsthand how far her dad had fallen.  Everything in him wanted to turn around and flee as far from here as he could get.
“Daddy!” Jasmine’s face lit up as she waved.

Too late to run.  Beckett sighed in resignation as he forced his feet to move forward.  When he reached them, he stood there awkwardly, at a loss for words.  Melinda’s pinched face said it all—that he was an embarrassment.  Melinda had always been concerned about social status and the image they portrayed to the world.  He could only imagine what she must think of his ragged clothes, scraggly beard, grimy fingernails, his unwashed stench.  He was a walking skeleton, a shadow of his former self.

Jasmine was beaming.  She seemed oblivious to the change in him. “I’ve missed you so much.” She held out her hands for him to hug her.  Beckett’s feet stayed rooted to the floor.  He wanted to hug her, but life on the streets had hardened him to the point where personal contact seemed foreign.  Finally, he patted her hand instead. She was soft, untouched by the ugliness of the streets.
“Good to see you, pretty girl.” His eyes settled on the cast, visible beneath her sweat pants.  He hated himself in that moment, wished he could disappear into nothing.  How dare Melinda bring Jasmine here!  He wanted Jasmine to remember him as he was before.  Not now, consumed by his vice.  He glared at Melinda. “What’re you doing here?”  Melinda looked thinner than he remembered, her face drawn and pale.  It seemed like it had been another life when he’d loved her.
Melinda lifted her chin, a protective hand going over Jasmine’s shoulder. “I came here because of Jazzie,” she said stiffly. “It was her birthday wish.”

Jasmine gave him a searching look. “Come home with us, Daddy.” Her voice cracked. “Please.”
“For her sake,” Melinda added. “You need help.” Her jaw tightened. “It’s bad enough that Jasmine’s going through all the pain and suffering of her ankle.  Must she lose her father too?” The words came out in short, angry bursts.  She gave him a hard, resentful look. “You’re being selfish.”
Tears bubbled in Jasmine’s eyes, her lower lip trembling. “Please, Daddy, come home. We miss you.”
Selfish!  Loser!  Drunk!  Beckett’s head felt like it was splitting in two.  Oh, how he wished he could relive that dreadful night of the accident, that he could go back and nip the drinking in the bud before it turned into a hideous monster.  He thought of the bottle beneath his coat, the need for a drink overwhelming.  He hated this—loathed his weakness.  Tears pooled in his eyes.  Beckett Bradshaw was an illusion.  There was nothing left of that man except pain and regret. “I’m sorry,” he uttered as he fled.

The last thing he heard before he darted out the door into the cold was Jazzie’s anguished cry. “Daddy!”

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Journey of Grace

My Rating: ★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #8 - Rebecca Connolly

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Until We Kissed

My Rating: ★★★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #7 - Liz Isaacson

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Flash Sale & A Christmas Giveaway!

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #6 - Julie Coulter Bellon

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #5 - Delaney Cameron

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Release Day Giveaway: The Songs That Brought Me Back By Mylissa Demeyere

The Songs That Brought Me Back by Mylissa Demeyere

Have you ever made a mistake? One so monumental you lost everything? I did, and I hate myself for it! All I want to do is close my eyes, and let the darkness consume me. Make it all go away. The end. 

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His Christmas Wish

My Rating: ★★★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #4 - Melissa McClone

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #3 - Lucy McConnell

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #2 - Brooke St. James

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At First Glance

My Rating: ★★★★★

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12 Days of Clean Romance: Day #1 - Sofia Summers

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Remembering Anna

My Rating: ★★★★★

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"Tis the Season To Be Reading" December Reading Challenge

December is one of my favorite months!!  I love winter, the holiday season, and the end of the year which leads to the beginning of a new year.  I love new beginnings. :)

This month's reading challenge from Clean Wholesome Romance is entitled "Tis the Season To Be Reading"

 #SeasonToRead

You can sign up to participate in the challenge HERE and find out all of the rules HERE.  The challenge officially starts December 3rd.  This is an all-fun, no-stress challenge that will give you a nice break from all the hustle and bustle of the holidays.  If you choose to participate, leave a comment below with a link to where you will be posting so I can share in the fun with you!  I will be participating mostly on the Only By Grace Reviews Instagram page but I'm sure I'll have a few posts on here as well. :)

Happy reading!

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My Brother's Bride Release Day & Giveaway!

Abigail Nash leads a lonely existence. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father’s business dealings took him away more often than not, and her ailing great-aunt, unable to provide much in the way of companionship, was a lack-luster guardian at best. So when her dear friends offered to launch her into London society, it appeared Abby’s life was taking a turn for the better, with suitors and social engagements aplenty. When she marries a proclaimed darling of the ton, it seems she will at last settle into the life of her dreams.

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My Mistletoe Mix-Up

My Rating: ★★★★★

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In the Middle of the Mess

My Rating: ★★★★★

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The Lion of the South

My Rating: ★★★★

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A Christmas Revelation

My Rating: ★★★

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The Brave Art of Motherhood

My Rating: ★★★★★

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Stratagem

My Rating: ★★★★★

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Just A Name & A Giveaway!

My Rating: ★★★★

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Blessing

My Rating: ★★★★

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Finding Us

My Rating: ★★★★★

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Through the Fire

My Rating: ★★★★

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The Captured Bride

My Rating: ★★★★

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Rhapsody and Rebellion

Rhapsody and Rebellion by Aubrey Wynne 

An enduring legacy... A rebellion... A destined love... Raised in his father’s image—practical and disciplined—there are no gray lines interrupting the Earl of Stanfeld’s black and white world. Until his mother has a dream and begs to return to her Highland home. Alisabeth was betrothed from the cradle. At seventeen, she marries her best friend and finds happiness if not passion. In less than a year, she’s a widow. Vowing to honor her husband’s memory, she joins his activist group of Glasgow weavers and is soon embroiled in the Radical War of 1820. Crossing the border into Scotland, Gideon finds his predictable world turned upside down. Folklore, legend, and political unrest intertwine with an unexpected attraction to a feisty Highland beauty. But Lissie doesn’t trust the Englishman or the rising desire between them. When the earl learns of an English plot to stir the Scots into rebellion, he must choose his country or save the clan and the woman that stirs his soul.

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Fall Into Books 2018 Reading Challenge - Part 5 & a Giveaway

Here are my final entries for the #FallIntoBooks challenge!  I can't believe the challenge is ending!  I've really enjoyed it.  If you'd like to see my previous entries you can see them here:

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4

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Diary of a Beatlemaniac

Sometimes I wonder if I was born in the wrong generation.  Being the history nerd that I am, I enjoy many different eras, and wonder if I would've participated in certain historical happenings had I been alive in that time.  One era in particular always draws me in: the Swinging Sixtie's.  Growing up in a rock 'n roll household I heard my fair share of all the classics but one band captured my heart at an early age and never let go: The Beatles.

When I see the video clips of the girls screaming and fainting at Beatles concerts I can't help but wonder if that would've been me had I been a teenager during that time.  Every girl who has ever loved the Fab 4 has their favorite Beatle.  Mine was, and forever will be, George. Sure I have a fondness for George but would that have ever been an obsession?  What went on in these girls minds to make them so incredibly passionate and obsessive about this band?  That is the question that Patricia Gallo-Stenman dares to answer in her Diary of a Beatlemaniac.

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Say You Love Me

Picture this: You are engaged and find out that your fiancee has been cheating on you for the past year and a half with a co-worker.  They are the ones that are in love and he is leaving you to be with her.  Your job is shut down due to an investigation, leaving you jobless, and your grandmother, the most cherished person in your life, has just passed away, leaving you utterly lost and alone.  What do you do?

If you're Clara Benson, you move to Pine Valley, hoping for a fresh start.  Losing her fiancee, grandmother, and job all happened within a week and it is too much for poor Clara to bear.  It's been seven months since her life has imploded and she is settling into her new life in Pine Valley.  She had decided to not return to teaching and is working as an assistant for Jeff Finch, an up and coming realtor in the area, and is adjusting to her new normal.

Dawson Harris is also adjusting to a new way of life.  It's been over a year since his wife left him with only a note to explain why.  Dawson is a successful lawyer, and just happens to be Jeff Finch's lawyer.  Being incredibly handsome, Dawson could have any woman that he wants but he is wanting something more.

Clara and Dawson meet in a yoga class after being acquaintances over the phone, Clara being the go between for Jeff and Dawson.  Clara and Dawson's attraction is immediate.  Dawson wants to jump into a relationship with Clara with both feet but Clara is incredibly apprehensive and holds Dawson at arms length.  Will Clara ever put her guard down and give Dawson her heart?

This is the question that plagues you as you read Say You Love Me.  If you've been following my reviews for any length of time you know that I love Heather B. Moore's writing style.  Like the other books in the Pine Valley series, Say You Love Me is a quick, yet charming, read.  Dawson is easy to fall in love with but I did find Clara a little annoying at times.  Here she has a gorgeous man that is head over heels in love with her and she wants to play games with him?  I can empathize with the fear that she felt giving her heart to another man after what she'd been through with her fiancee but to break off their entire relationship, and go from friendship to relationship and back seems a bit drastic.

All in all, I enjoyed Say You Love Me.  The premise is sweet, the characters likable, the writing wonderful, and you gotta love a happy ending.

*I received a complimentary copy of this book from Mirror Press in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.  All opinions are my own.

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The Easy 5-Ingredient Ketogenic Diet Cookbook

Keto is all the rage right now and being a girl that is overweight herself my doctor has recommended that I go for a lower carb lifestyle and ketogenic diet is perfect!  I have to admit that I am scared to dive right in feet first and thought trying a few new recipes might help me ease my way into a new way of eating.

The Easy 5-Ingredient Ketogenic Diet Cookbook is the perfect place to start in my opinion.  It gives you a quick synapsis of what the Ketogenic Diet is all about and then delves right into the yummy recipes. 

The few pictures that are included are gorgeous but what really caught my eye was how easy the recipes are!  I hate cooking but so many of these recipes require little to no effort on my part so this gives this cookbook high marks from me!  The ingredients are well known and readily available which is also a plus and a lot of the recipes call for the same ingredients which helps leave little to no waste and gives variety for your meal plan.

However, I do have a few complaints about this cookbook.  My first complaint is that many of the recipes call for more than five ingredients, yet the book in entitled, "The Easy 5-Ingredient Ketogenic Diet Cookbook".  It feels like false advertising to me but this is a pretty small complaint when compared to all the positives of this book.  I also noted that several of the recipes seem to be higher in carbs than you would expect so you need to be careful and possibly calculate the carbs for yourself before you consume them.

My final issue is with the actual book itself.  I have the paperback version which you would think would make it easy to keep open while you're writing down the ingredients needed, or making the recipes themselves, but it does not.  I was constantly fighting my book to stay open which was frustrating.  I eventually downloaded the Kindle version on my Kindle Unlimited and it was perfect!  There is a spiral-bound option as well if you prefer print which I would highly recommend.

All in all, this is a great Ketogenic Diet cookbook and perfect for those of us who are just starting out on their keto journey.

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