Sunday, 31 March 2019

Weekly Update #54


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This week can best be described as happy chaos!
It was the end of the financial year so I was busy sending deliverables out to customers and running about like a look getting everything signed off, but it's done! For a weekend. On Monday, I start working up the draft plans for the coming year and turning them into signed off work plans. 😭 Work... It never ends, lol.

Work aside, there was an end of FY lunch with my fellow project leadership types and one of my colleagues, who is on maternity leave, joined us and brought the baby for cuddles. You've gotta love baby cuddles.

The little dude's school play was this week and that was interesting... A bunch of 7-9yos performing A Midsummer's Night's Dream in app. 40 minutes. They looked like they were having so much fun though and it was infectious so fun times.

Then yesterday we spent the day at the local theme park - Paulton's Park - for a late birthday treat for the little dude. It's so close to us but we've never been before! However, all were pleasantly surprised with what it had to offer. It's home of Peppa Pig world which we walked through, out of curiosity, but skipped spending any significant time in it because he's 8 and well past Peppa Pig. It looked amazing if you have kids of that age and the rest of the park was also pretty good and definitely aimed at families for there wasn't a single ride he couldn't go on.

And today ends the week with the loss of an hour (stupid 'spring forward!) but also with Mother's Day.
😊

Hope you've all had a great week!!



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Okay, I'm saying it!
I love Rick Riordan's Olympians (Percy/Heroes) more than I love Harry Potter.
I feel like I'm going to explode with all the feelings.
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Re-reads



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(for both)

I wanted comfort reads this week and my brain took me to back to Sookie and I loved it.


Freebie


Mary over at Dark Thoughts reviewed this one this week and I liked the sound of it so 1-clicked!
It was also free (at the time), yeay!



We watched First Man this week and I thought it was painfully boring. It was one of those things that I finished and then wondered why someone thought that should be made? And are Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin supposed to have been assholes? Because the movie didn't paint the prettiest light...


Review: Kitty and The Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn
Blitz: The Last Wingman by Daisy Prescott
Top Ten Tuesday: Audiobooks


Review: The Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan
Can't-Wait Wednesday: Kylie Scott
Top Ten Tuesday: Things That Make Me Pick Up a Book
Reading Challenge: March Update

Have a great week all!


Saturday, 30 March 2019

Review: Kitty and The Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn



Kitty Norville is a midnight-shift DJ for a Denver radio station - and a werewolf in the closet. Her new late-night advice show for the supernaturally disadvantaged is a raging success, but it's Kitty who can use some help. With one sexy werewolf-hunter and a few homicidal undead on her tail, Kitty may have bitten off more than she can chew!




ebook.


Full-length novel.


First person - single pov.


Kitty's relationship with her alpha is 100% abusive.


No, book one in a series!


No.


Werewolves... So, yes.


This was an odd one for me in that I finished the book the same day I started it for I couldn't put it down but I'm not entirely sure I like Carrie Vaughn's take on werewolves.
In fact, I pretty much hate the world that has been created.
I hate the pack structure, I hate that the alpha male gets to fuck whoever he wants - even though he is mated! - because pack structure makes it so.  I hated the simpering adoration of a male who doesn't deserve a single iota of respect... Alpha's are supposed to be protectors. Not in Kitty's pack! Her alpha is an abusive asshole and the pack acts like a bunch of slavish automatons with no thought for themselves.
It made my skin crawl.

I was also not entirely sure about Kitty in the beginning.
I mean, I liked her, she was fun, but I hated how timid and submissive she was! I hate how she panted after an abusive knobhead because her wolf made it so even though she knew it was abusive!
“If we were human, and this was a human relationship, I'd have been expected to leave
him. This was abuse.”  
No shit Sherlock! The alpha pair was whacked!
I spent more than half the flipping book wanting to scream in frustration.
She was like two different Kittys! Sassy, spunky fun kitty when she was away from the pack and doormat whimpering idiot Kitty when she was close.
However, her submissive annoyance gave way to a mild sense of satisfaction when she started to grow into something stronger and push back... If she continues to develop, she could become a character I like very much but there is a long way to go.

One thing I did like was Kitty’s openness about the world. There’s no super psycho mandate that they - the paranormal creatures - be kept secret but it’s no society where the supernaturals are out and living free. It just is what it is. You choose to tell people or you don't with most people believing you’re insane if you do.

The whole novel is kinda surreal... You learn about this new world mostly through Kitty's radio show. You meet the supporting characters mostly because of Kitty's radio show. Kitty gets pulled into a police investigation hunting for a serial killer, because of her radio show. Kitty's radio show is the catalyst for Kitty finally growing a pair.
The radio show is the star of the book! And I love how the theme song for it is Bad Moon Rising.
I love that song.

All in all, I'm intrigued enough to continue.
I'm curious as to what comes next for Kitty given the events at the end (which I can't comment on because it'd be all spoilerish) and I'm crossing my fingers that we get to see more of the crazy but awesome werewolf hunter Cormac.


It's old school UF. I like it!


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“Next caller. Betty, you're on the air. What's your question ?"
"Hi, Kitty. I just wanted to know, are you going out with that Cormac guy from last month?"
My jaw dropped. "What?"
"Are you going out with that Cormac guy?"
"We are talking about the same Cormac who tried to kill me on the air, yes? the guy who hunts werewolves for a living ?"
"Uh-huh."
"And you want to know if I'm dating him ? Why on earth do you think that's a good idea?”

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Thursday, 28 March 2019

Blitz: The Last Wingman by Daisy Prescott


I've yet to read a Daisy Prescott book but they always sound so good! This contemporary romance sounds no different and it's going straight onto my TBR!

The Last Wingman is book 6 in a series of interconnected standalones and is available now!



The Last Wingman is a standalone enemies to lovers romance.

Jonah Kingston is the last wingman standing.
June Moxee doesn’t care if he’s the last man on earth.

I haven’t exactly avoided relationships, but love has never been a priority. Solitude doesn’t bother me and being alone doesn’t mean being lonely. Until she moved to the island and I had to reconsider everything.

June seems content running her yarn shop, knitting with the local church ladies, and avoiding me. She’s a temptress in a hand-knit sweater. And for some reason, she’s not a fan of mine. It might be the tattoos. Or the beard. Or the fact that we’re polar opposites.

A woman has finally caught my attention. Too bad she thinks she hates me. Good thing I’m stubborn enough to try to change her mind.




An old-fashioned brass bell jingles when I open the door to June’s store. The narrow space is made even tighter by the floor-to-ceiling cubbies that line the two long walls. In the back of the store, a picture window frames a view of Saratoga Passage like a painting. 
Tucked in the corner near the window is a comfy-looking wingback chair, and next to it, an oversized basket filled with balls of yarn. The shop is cozy and feminine, comfortable like a sweet grandmother’s house. 
A grandmother who listens to “Sex and Candy” on low volume.
Not what I was expecting. 
“Hello?” I call from my spot near the door. There’s no sign of June or anyone else inside. Double-checking the door for a Be back soon note and not seeing one, I step farther into the space. “Hello?”
A soft thump followed by more thumps comes from the desk area. Metallic pings and something heavy hitting the floor precedes a feminine voice yelping “Ouch” and “Fuck!” 
June doesn’t seem like the type to drop f-bombs. Maybe she’s hired a ’90s-music-loving teenager with a foul mouth.
“Everything okay?” I follow the noise to the partially open door near the register.
“Fine. Fine! Nothing to see here! I’ll be with you in a second. Thanks for your patience.” What sounds like rapid-fire beanbags hitting a cornhole board contradicts her words. 
As I see it, I have two options. I can ignore whatever is going on inside the closet and wait, or I can ignore her lie and step in to help.
I go with the second choice.
Swinging the door open, I’m greeted with a scene of colorful chaos. A box balances on its side on the edge of a high shelf, most of its contents now on the floor around June’s feet. She’s keeping the box aloft with both hands, but doesn’t have the height to shove it back into position. 
“Here, let me help you.” I step into the small space behind her and reach above her head to stabilize the cardboard container before she ends up concussed.
“I don’t need your help.” Reluctantly, she releases her grip. 
“Okay.” Disappointed and a little hurt by her obvious annoyance at my presence, I give the corner a final shove to guarantee we’re out of danger. “You’re welcome.”
“I said I was fine.” Continuing to face the shelves, she doesn’t turn her head to speak to me. In fact, she sounds downright angry.
“Got it. Well, I’ll get out of your way.” Resigned, I decide to abandon my mission and retreat to the safety of my own business, both literally and figuratively.
What happens next is more her fault than mine. Had she used a step stool and not tipped the box over, there wouldn’t be balls of yarn strewn across the floor, creating a minefield. Easily-tripped-over round objects that cause me to lose my balance and reach for the closest available thing to stop myself from landing on my ass. 
Unfortunately, I grab June by the waist, surprising her. She’s not prepared to act as my anchor. Unstable, we both stumble backward.
Lucky for June, I break her fall. Unlucky for me, she lands on top of me. 
We’ve never even hugged before this moment. I think we might have shaken hands once when Dan introduced us, but the memory isn’t clear. There wasn’t an electric shock when we first touched or met eyes, no love-at-first-sight zings upon initial contact—unlike now when my body is on high alert that we’re not only touching but lying flush against each other.
“I’m so sorry!” June wiggles, her movement drawing my attention to her clothes. How did I not notice she’s wearing a full skirt made of thin material? My imagination easily erases its existence altogether.
“Don’t apologize. This was completely my fault.” My words come out a grunt as I try to catch my breath. 
My hands still grip her waist, making this position more awkward by the second. Unbidden, my fingers flex against her softness. Bad idea. Feeling my dick thicken, I tell myself not to move, not to even breathe. Oxygen is overrated.
Shifting on top of me, she bends her knees and gets her feet under her enough to stand up in a single, ninja-quick movement. Instead of waiting for me to stand or extending a hand to help me, she exits through the door and closes it behind her. 
I’m left sprawled out on the floor, balls of yarn and possibly a needle poking me in the back. “No good deed goes unpunished,” I mutter to myself as I scramble to my feet. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”






USA Today Bestselling Author Daisy Prescott writes romantic comedies about real love.

Love with Altitude, Daisy's new series of standalone Rom Coms, is set in the mountains of Colorado. The Wingmen books star regular guys who often have beards, drive trucks, and love deeply once they fall. Modern Love Stories feature characters in their thirties and forties finding and rediscovering love in unexpected and humorous ways.

Born and raised in San Diego, Daisy currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband, their rescue dog, Mulder, and an imaginary house goat. When not writing about herself in the third person, Daisy can be found traveling, gardening, baking, or lost in a good book.