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Friday, August 29, 2014

Blog Tour! A Review of Rival Love by Natalie Decker

Rival Love by Natalie Decker
Genre: Young Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: August 26, 2014
Publisher: Swoon Romance

Skylar Fletcher is a proud Harris Academy Bulldog! She has everything she’s ever wanted: a perfect boyfriend, great friends, and her dream college waiting for her in the fall. But nothing lasts forever. Skylar's world shatters when her mom decides it is time to move and drags Skylar, kicking and screaming, into Bobcat territory.

At Delmont High School, home of the Bobcats, Skylar has no friends and is often bullied. To make matters worse, her home life sucks thanks to all-star quarterback Caleb Morgan, nephew of her mom's live-in boyfriend.

At first Skylar and Caleb want nothing to do with one another. But they soon discover they're not that different after all--and each is harboring a secret attraction to the other. But can a Bulldog and a Bobcat ever really be more than friends? And are Skylar and Caleb willing to risk everything to find out? Rival Love is a debut young adult contemporary romance from Natalie Decker.

Rival Love by Natalie Decker was a pretty hard book to put down. I thought my hometown was Football rabid with their rivalries and everything. Whew!! They don't even come close to the attitudes and team prejudices within this book, thank goodness. I think the author captured the mind of a teenage girl pretty accurately. It brought back some high school memories that's for sure. I like the way Skylar sees the world, and she realizes that not everyone sees it the same way. Caleb is a typical player. He follows the stereotype until he starts to grow up as the story progresses. Personally, I wouldn't want to touch him with a 10 foot pole. Who knows where that dude has been, but at the same time he grows on you. I'm pretty upset about the ending. Is there supposed to be a sequel? I can't find any information on one, but there wasn't really an ending. I feel like things are still up in the air without a resolution. Surely, it can't really end like that. That made it hard to rate. If this truly is the ending, and there is no sequel... it feels unfinished. If there is more to come, I'd rate it higher because I enjoyed their story quite a bit, and I want to know more. Since I'm not really sure yet, I'll give it the benefit of the doubt. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for more.

The ARC of Rival Love by Natalie Decker was kindly provided to me by YA Bound Tours for review. The opinions are my own.

God, I hope no one sees me. Exhaling for what feels like the umpteenth time since we pulled up to Brian Timmons’s house, I quickly glance left then right. Perspiration beads on my forehead and at the nape of my neck as I open the door to my mother’s Honda Accord. She waits for me to bound up to the porch like an obedient child, but there are some things that demand stubbornness. This just happens to be one of them.
Out of all the ridiculous and inexcusable things for her to do to me, she did the absolute worst. She moved us to Bob–freaking–cat territory! Um, hello, I’m a Harris Academy Bulldog and super proud of it! These veins bleed orange and black. Not brown and yellow—the worst colors in the history of mankind. It’s a constant reminder of what happens in a bathroom: number one and number two. Eww, so not cute.
“Liv, sweetie, come on,” Mom calls from the porch. I will never understand her need to call me by my middle name instead of my first. I, unlike some people, love my first name. But that’s my mother for you.
I wince. “Keep your voice down. Someone might hear you.” Doesn’t she have any clue how dangerous it is for me to even be on the enemies’ turf like this? Apparently not, because now she’s making her way across the lawn and back to her car to retrieve me as if I’m five, not seventeen. I dodge her before she reaches me, rush up to the house, and slip inside.
Don’t get me wrong, Brian’s cool, but this move destroyed everything I’ve worked my butt off for. My captain position on the swim team … gone. My chance to take the softball team to state and to stroke that huge silver trophy? Yeah, not happening now. Thanks, Fate, Cupid, and whoever else is responsible for ruining my senior year. And my life, while we’re at it.
Fear and anger washes over me as I make my way through the foyer. Brian steps out of the room on the left and wraps his lanky arms around me. I cringe. Why do adults try to hug you at all the wrong moments in life? I don’t want, nor do I need, a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here.” I bite back my own retort to those words. “I know this is a big change for you.”
Big change? That’s the understatement of the year. Next Monday my mother will be getting a phone call saying I was brutally murdered. And the sad part is the person who committed the crime will probably get a parade thrown in their honor. Yes, the school rivalry is not what you’d call a typical one: toss some toilet paper in the trees, egg a house, or throw some tomatoes at all the cars in the parking lots. It’s busting lips, putting people in the hospital, and really laying it all out. Think Ohio State vs. Michigan and you’ve totally got it. Tipping over cars, setting couches on fire on your neighbors’ lawn. Yeah, we’re that kind of crazy rivalry.
Brian clears his throat. “Well, Skylar, this is going to be great, you’ll see.” It’s almost cute how he makes it sound like we’re going to the North Pole to see Santa. I stopped believing in things like the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and all that jazz when I was six. So I’m not putting all my eggs in his basket. “Your mother has been trying to get you to come down and see the place, but I guess our schedules clashed.” More like I wasn’t stupid enough to set foot on this side of town with just my mother as backup.
The door behind me pops open. My mother carries in two large bags, her eyes narrowing at me and then down at the bags with the are-you-going-to-help look. I glare right back. I refuse to be any part of this monstrosity.
“Hey, honey.” Brian moves around me and plants one right on my mother. He takes the bags from her and she smiles. “I was just telling Skylar how great it is to have the two of you here.”
Silence prods us for a moment. Brian shuffles past me with the bags and says, “How about a tour, Skylar?”
Can this nightmare finally end? I don’t say this in front of my mother, I’ve already made her agitated enough on the car ride down here.
Brian leads us into the large room off to the left. Sage walls with white trim are before me. “This is the living room,” he announces. I want to tell him I think Martha Stewart broke into his house and puked her taste all over this room. Fake plants adorn the corners of the entryways and vintage lamps rest on the end tables. I can feel myself cringing at the thought that the bedroom I’m supposed to stay in probably looks something like this room. Just replace the couch and coffee table with a bed. And if that’s the case, I’m sleeping in my car.
The slam of a door pulls the attention of everyone in the room. “That’s probably Caleb,” Brian says then turns to the hallway. “Go ahead and show her the rest of the house, Erin, I’ll be right back.”
The elusive Caleb. He saw our old house as much as I saw Brian’s before now … which was never. My curiosity pulls at me to go see who this Caleb guy is when my mother nudges me. “What do you think so far? I helped Brian redecorate this room.”
Posing a fake smile, I say, “It looks fine.”
She frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong. I’ve told you about a million times, but you didn’t listen then and you aren’t going to hear me now. So what’s the point of wasting my breath?”
“I know you don’t like this. I know you feel like I’ve sprung this on you. But I’m really happy, Liv. Brian and I really love each other.” A blush forms across her cheeks. “Honey, he could really be the one. You know? He’s sweet like your father used to be. He listens—something your father hardly ever did.”
Uck! I don’t want to hear this! Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh and dig in my pockets for my iPhone. My parents have been divorced for like a zillion years—okay, not really, but it’s been a long time. And yet she compares every guy she meets with my dad, from perks and quirks, right down to the flaws.
I start a game of Tetris, tuning her out, when a slap and then a burst of pain fills my arm. “Oww!”
“Are you evening listening to me?”
“Yeah sure.”
“What did I say then?”
I shrug. “Be nice.”
She huffs. “Close enough. I said try to be nice and open to this new adventure.”
I’ve had my fill of this adventure. In fact, I want off this ride. Folding my arms near my chest, I give her my thoughts. “You want me to be nice? What about what I want?” I sound like a whiney brat, but really she gave me no options. She didn’t ask me what I thought about this, she just did it. “You want me to be open to this so-called new adventure of getting my face mangled on the first day of school, and probably death shortly after? Sure, why not? You win mother. I’m so happy you moved us to Bobcat territory. Oh, thank you for destroying the future I worked so hard for. I’m so glad it was all in the name of love.”
“Cut the sarcasm. You’ve been harping over this thing for weeks, Skylar.” Okay, my mother only uses my first name when she’s mad at me. “Give it a rest. I’m so sick of hearing how you won’t have any friends. How this move is screwing up your life. Everyone will torture you because of who you are, and I basically sentenced you to an early grave.” She shakes her head. “Stop being so melodramatic. It’s just a little school rivalry. Every school has them. Besides, Brian’s a teacher at the school, no one will pick on you.”
She’s joking. She doesn’t honestly believe the crap she’s saying, does she? I throw up my hands and laugh. “Oh. My. God. You’re crazy! You realize moving me here screwed my chances of playing sports, which would help me get out of this town!”
She gives me a look—she’s officially annoyed—and sighs. “You know what, Skylar? Then don’t play any sports this year. Okay?”
My eyes widen. This isn’t okay. Nothing about this is okay! I need my sports to get a full ride so I don’t have to follow the plan my father has set out for me. Why is she so against me right now?
The doorbell rings. I’m about to scream at my mother when I hear: “Screw you, Caleb Morgan! Sorry, Mr. Timmons.”
My eyes expand. Morgan? Why do I know that name? My mother makes her way toward the commotion. I stifle back a remark and wander off into the other rooms of the house. A loud snapping sound pulls my focus from a set of mahogany chairs and table, to a black and white kitchen. Taking a seat on one of the barstools is a tall, cute guy with shaggy, dark brown hair. I watch a bottle of water shift from one hand to the other. Why am I staring at him? I don’t know why, and for some reason can’t stop. Black cords string from his ears down to a small iPod secured to his left bicep. He unscrews the cap and starts to take a drink from the bottle. All at once, it hits me: I’m staring at the all-star Bobcat quarterback. Caleb Morgan. My life just became a whole lot worse.
“Liv!” my mother calls.
I flinch and glance back at the dining room. My mother continues to yell my name but I don’t answer. Facing the boy again, his green eyes lock with mine, and I stand there frozen and say nothing.
His eyes trail up and down my body. “Well, well, well. A freaking Bulldog is in my house. Hell must’ve frozen over,” Caleb says.
I glare at him. “I was just leaving.”
“Uh-huh. Guess I could give you some parting wisdom before you go.” He stands and makes his way to me. “Changing your name to Liv isn’t going to save you from getting your assed kicked in school. You do know that, right, Skylar?” The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine. His face cringes a little when my mother’s voice carries into the kitchen.
I flip him the bird. “That’s what I think about your parting wisdom. And FYI, I’m not changing my name, that’s just what my mother calls me, moron!”
I turn on my heels and my mother enters the room with Brian in tow. Damn. “Oh, there you are. I wanted you to see … oh … ” She looks past me and smiles. “Hi, Caleb. I’m glad you two have met then. See, Liv, you already know someone. It’s not going to be so bad.”
She has no idea. Not a freaking clue. I want her to stop talking now. Why won’t she stop talking? “I’m so glad someone Liv’s age will be around to help her get adjusted to the school.”
“My pleasure. I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to get my run in.” My mother is oblivious to the sarcasm lacing his words, but I notice.
Brian blocks the exit to the back door. “Hold up. I need your help with their bags and we need to talk about the Danielle Samson episode on my front porch.”
I smirk as Caleb’s face slowly changes from a smile to a frown.
Ha. Stupid Bobcat! “Fine,” Caleb grumbles. They make their way past my mother and I. My mother gets a peck on the lips from Brian, and I get a snort from Caleb.
As soon as the boys leave, my mother squeals, “What do you think?”
“I think this place sucks. Are we done pretending yet? If we leave now, I might be able to get my life back.”
My comments bring her down from her glowing high. “Skylar, I’m happy. This is our home now. As soon as you start accepting that the better off things will be for the both of us.”

“I’m a Bulldog, Mother! This isn’t my home. I’m far from it.”

Natalie Decker is the Author of Rival Love. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn’t her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She’s a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!

To learn more about Natalie Decker and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

An Excerpt of Bound by Melody Anne!

Bound (Forbidden #1) by Melody Anne
Genre: Adult Fiction (Romance)
Date Published: August 25, 2014
Publisher: Gossamer

Relinquish Control has just opened its doors in Seattle, and already we are not shy for customers. Relinquish Control is an exclusive escort service catering to the most distinguished customers, from business magnates to foreign royalty. This proven and well-established international business offers an elite selection of women who are ready and willing to attend to your every need with no questions asked. Confidentiality is our special obligation. 

Jewell Weston is homeless and desperate at age twenty-four. Two years ago, she quit her job to care for her ailing mother and her young brother; the medical bills incurred because of the cancer that killed her mother two months ago took everything the family had, and the state then took away her brother, now age fourteen. The only way for her to get the boy back is by finding a job and securing a home. 

When she’s approached by a woman in cashmere and pearls who tells her she can change her life, and is handed a card with the business name Relinquish Control on it, she thinks she has nothing to lose by calling the phone number. Maybe this will be the answer to her prayers, a way to save her little brother from the nightmarish foster home he’s been placed in. 

Blake Knight, known to the world as cold and without a heart, is given an exclusive membership to Relinquish Control by his devilish younger brother, who thinks it would be amusing to make his staid brother squirm. Little does this brother realize that Blake does indeed have unusual desires that Relinquish Control can cater to perfectly. What started as a joke turns out to be just what Blake needs. Though the world sees this man as deliberate and emotionless, it’s nothing but a façade. What lies underneath would shock all those who know him. 

When he and his two brothers were six, eight and ten, they were tied up and forced to watch while their parents were murdered. The image has been burned into their minds, though they’ve tried to forget, leaving each of them guarded and unwilling to give their trust to anyone other than each other. No one is allowed to have their hearts. The brothers would never think of letting down their guard with anyone else, certainly not with a woman. 

Follow Blake and Jewell’s journey and see if they can find a happily ever after… 

“I’m pleased we’re now business partners. I think this venture will be a success.”
  Blake Knight laughed as he shook hands with Rafe Palazzo, happy the man had finally decided to come to visit from San Francisco. Though Blake had known Rafe for many years, this was the first project the two of them had paired up on. The contracts were signed, and the deal would put a few more hundreds of millions into both of their already fat wallets.
  “I don’t think there’s a venture out there with your name on it that isn’t a success, Rafe.”
  “Ah, my friend, the same can be said about what you and your brothers do,” Rafe replied without missing a beat.
  “We’re just that damn good, I guess,” Blake said.
  Though at first glance they might come off as smug and self-satisfied, and they might look at multimillion-dollar investments the same way an average person looked at depositing twenty dollars into their savings account, the men were shrewd. They knew how to make money, and they knew they’d always keep making more.
  Only a select few ruled the world, and Blake Knight had decided, when he was a young boy and his parents’ lives ended right before his very eyes, that he would never be vulnerable again. He would never be one of the weak, easy prey to a world packed with predators. No one would sneak up on him and catch him unawares.
  “Let’s have a drink, and you can fill me in on what you’ve been doing for the past year,” Rafe told Blake. “Too much time has gone by since our last visit.”
  The two of them moved toward the conference room doors at Knight Construction.
  “You’re the one who sold your soul to a woman and disappeared,” Blake reminded his friend.
  “Don’t knock it, Blake. Ari has changed my life and made me a better man.”
  “Oh, please, please, for the love of all that’s holy, do not continue,” Blake said, horrified to hear these words coming from a man who was once one of the most ruthless bachelors he’d ever met. “I remember the days when you thought no woman was true, no woman could ever be trusted. Marriage — your second marriage — has ruined you.”
  “There was a time, Blake, when I would have thrown you up against a wall for just thinking me the slightest bit weak.”
  “Ha! You would have tried,” Blake said.
  Neither of them was remotely upset by the exchange, of course. All friendly banter.

Melody Anne is the author of the popular series, Billionaire Bachelors, and Baby for the Billionaire. She also has a Young Adult Series out; Midnight Fire and Midnight Moon - Rise of the Dark Angel. She's been writing for years and published in 2011. She hold a bachelors degree in business, so she loves to write about strong, powerful, businessmen.

When Melody isn't writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, friends, and pets. She lives in a small town that she loves, and is involved in many community projects.

To learn more about Melody Anne and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.

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Release Day Launch for Guardian by Courtney Cole!

Guardian by Courtney Cole
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal)
Date Published: August 28, 2014 (July 1, 2011)
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press

Sometimes, things that go bump in the night are real. 

My name is Whitney Lane.  I’m sixteen years old and at first, I thought I was crazy. 

I kept seeing shadows move along walls, and hearing whispers around corners, but whenever I looked, there was never anything there.  

Until one day, there was. 

Our world isn’t what we think.  There are things around us, good things, bad things, scary things.  
Things that we tell ourselves aren’t real, but they are.   

They’re very real, and they’re terrifying. 

I’ve been swept up now, in a battle of good and evil, confused about love and what is supposed to be love, but isn’t.  I don’t know what to think anymore.  I can’t trust my emotions and I don’t know what is true.  

There’s only one thing I know for sure. 

Nothing is what it seems.

Sometimes the things that go bump in the night are real. 

Happy birthday to me.
 I close my eyes and burrow into my pillow as I try to sleep, as I try to escape this life.
It’s a life I never thought I’d have, a life I most certainly don’t want.
I’m still feeling sorry for myself as the blackness of sleep finally overtakes me.
I don’t know what time it is when I shoot straight upward like a rocket.  Something had yanked me from the oblivion of sleep, something loud and shrill scraping my window.
My room is completely dark and I glanceat my clock in confusion.
3:00 a.m.
As my heart pounds hard against my ribcage, I quickly scan every corner of the room.
 In the last few hours, dark shadows had migrated onto my pink walls, but they’re familiar, nothing out of the ordinary, although in the night, they seem twisted and scary.
I remain motionless as I allow the sleep-induced fog to clear from my brain.
As I sit, I feel common sense and logic slowly returning.
Of course nothing had touched my window because my bedroom is on the second floor. Nothing can reach it.  And there are no trees near enough to brush against it.  It was just a dream.
It was only a dream.
I chant it silently to myself like a mantra as I consciously slow my breathing down, hoping that my racing pulse will soon follow. It was only a dream.
But just as I’m calming down, I hear it again.
A high-pitched shrill shriek, reminiscent of fingernails on a chalkboard, scraping down my window. I gasp and pull my feet up to my chest, which is when I notice the temperature.
I notice because I can see my breath.
Timidly, I blow a puff out again, watching the way my breath turns white in the air.
Holy crap.  Oh my God.
What the hell?
The sound stops and stillness surrounds me once again, the silence so loud that it echoes in my ear.
Nothing moves around me, the shadows are perfectly still as they twist across my wall.  They look like mangled fingers and arms and legs, but they don’t move.
My legs are weak and shaking, but I know I have to move.   I have to move off my bed because it feels like something is under it.  Something terrifying.
With a leap, I bound across the room, my feet hitting the floor several feet away from the edge of my bed.
The floor is ice cold, as though it had been covered in a blanket of snow.
I’m trembling as I race to the far wall and check the thermostat.  Because that’s the only explanation.  I must’ve bumped it earlier, I must’ve turned the AC way down.
But the luminous numbers stare at me in contradiction.
74 degrees.
It must be broken.  It has to be broken.
My breath is coming in pants now, terrified, anxious pants.
My fear isn’t logical.  I know there’s nothing here.  I’m the only one in this room.
Or am I?
The air seems to push at me from all around, something dark, something heavy, something real.  Something unseen.
My fingers shake, my legs tremble, and then all of a sudden, they can no longer support my weight.  I go down like a pile of bricks, collapsing onto the floor.  I lie still because I can’t move, because something seems to sit on my chest, holding me down.
The shadows start to move, to slither across the walls, to reach and pull and dance.
I struggle to focus, to see what it is.
But all I can see are the numbers on the thermostat suddenly moving, rapidly counting down from 74 to 20.
Twenty degrees?
The air is frigid as I suck it in, as I try to pull the ice crystals into my mouth so I can breathe.
All of a sudden, there’s a blackness in front of me.  It hovers over me, a shapeless mass, sucking in the cells of the air, the atoms and the molecules.  It’s darker than the blackness of my room, blacker than the blackest black.
Something is here.
With me.
“Dad?” I whisper in a white puff.  Because what else could it be?
I reach out a finger to touch it, and then I can’t see anything else, because the darkness of it surrounds me, bleeding into everything else, even my vision.   The shriek is back, screaming into my ears, bleeding into my brain.
Then there’s nothing.

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Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.

To learn more about Courtney Cole and her books, visit her website & blog.You can also find her on GoodreadsFacebook, and Twitter.
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Release Day Blitz! Fly by T.A. Foster

Fly by T.A. Foster
Genre: Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: 2014
Publisher: Self

Not everyone’s good at one-night stands.

Skye Stephens has the worst day of her professional career, and all she wants to do is shed her power suit and get lost in the sheets with the hot guy she met at the bar. The problem is, this uptight ad exec doesn’t know how to do one-night stands. She has strict rules about dating and when to let a man in her bedroom.

Fighter pilot Ben “Bolt” Hardcastle is used to lovin’ and leavin’. But, after he meets Skye, one night doesn’t seem to be enough.

When these two crash-land into each other, a connection strong enough to make the loner pilot and the sexy businesswoman shed their rules about love and relationships begins to burn deeper than either of them ever expected.

Check out my reviews of other books by T.A. Foster!

T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos.

Her long love affair with books started at an early age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into words on paper. Time Spell is T.A.’s debut novel, and the first in a series about a very adventurous, clever, and magical girl named Ivy.

T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.

To learn more about T.A. Foster and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on GoodreadsFacebook, and Twitter.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Tour! A Review of Next to You by Claudia Y. Burgoa

Next to You (Life #2) by Claudia Y. Burgoa
Genre: New Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: July 1, 2014
Publisher: Self


…I need time. Time to heal those wings and learn to use them…

Was part of the letter Rebecca Trent, Daniel Brightmore’s fiancée and best friend left when she ran away. The person he trusted the most for the past decade disappeared without giving him a second glance. She taught him how to love, believe in family and that everyone deserves a happily ever after. Now he’s struggling between wiping any traces of her from his life and drowning his sorrows away with the help of his new best friends—Don Julio and Jack Daniels.


Rebecca’s past suffocated her to the point of not wanting to continue, her lifeline and the only reason to live began to withdraw from her. She wished it had been her imagination, but heard it loud and clear: “If not, there’s always a divorce, nothing is forever.” This time it became a leave or die situation. Something has got to change—she had to change. Packing light and leaving a letter behind, she takes a journey that can help her find herself through the shards of her painful childhood.

As letters, memories and stories are exchanged, two once inseparable people reconcile what’s left of their relationship. Beyond the confines of everything they built together, they’re left with two lonely people searching for what it means to be whole. Will they find meaning under their bruised psyches or will their pasts get the better of them?

Next to You is the second and final book in the Life series by Claudia Y. Burgoa. Everything came to a head, and Rebecca is facing her pain now. I give her major props for getting the help she needed. I knew this would be super hard for Daniel, but I thought he'd have a little more understanding and support her from the start to get help. I think he took it hard because he felt like a failure to her. I think he also felt a little abandoned. There is a lot of "little boy" still left in Daniel. Like the first book, this was hard to read, but for different reasons. Mostly, I was feeling bad for Daniel and was hoping he'd understand instead of taking it personal. The time apart was good for them. They both needed it. I still can't believe how horrible Becca's family and Ian's family were to her. I kept my fingers crossed that they would see the light. Did they? You'll have to read it yourself! Becca has a great support system among her friends now. We saw it in the first book, and we see it even more in this one. Everyone needs friends like hers. I think this series would offer readers who've had similar experiences as Becca some hope. It took her a while, but she got help. Think of how much better things could have been had she gotten that help sooner.

Next to You by Claudia Y. Burgoa was kindly provided to me by Xpresso Book tours for review. The opinions are my own.

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Claudia lives in Colorado with her family and three dogs. Two beagles who believe they are human, and a bichon who thinks she’s a beagle. While managing life, she works as a CFO at a small IT Company. She’s a dreamer who enjoys music, laughter and a good story.

To learn more about Claudia Y. Burgoa and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on GoodreadsFacebook, and Twitter.

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Book Review: Where Life Takes You by Claudia Y. Burgoa

Where Life Takes You (Life #1) by Claudia Y. Burgoa
Genre: New Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: July 31, 2013
Publisher: Self

Becca Trent lived her childhood next to a cruel woman — her mom —who lived to torment and neglect her. During her high school years, her mother married; bringing home not only a new husband, but a step sister her same age. The latter took over her Mom's role — making Becca's life miserable. Including stealing Ian — Becca's best friend and boyfriend — Lisa treated her worse than her mother had for the previous fifteen years. A couple years later, thing ended up in tragedy. 

Becca buried that part of her life in the deep corners of her psyche, caught between sanity and nightmares. Between therapy, work and her constantly looming past she can't seem to find room to breathe. The memories of her late step-sister, Lisa, are her closest company. 

Her best friend, Dan gives her that family love she always lacked. Everything was close to perfect, until everything and everyone from her past came back. Now she's trying to figure out how to survive and keep that bond which seems now to be held together by a thread.

Where Life Takes You is the first book in the Life series by Claudia Y Burgoa. This was a very emotional book that was down right painful to read in areas. Becca has had a life no one should have to endure. Because of this she doesn't think she is capable of being loved. Her self esteem and self worth is non-existant. Dan is her Knight. I liked him right away. I don't understand Ian at all. Nor do I want to. How did he become that person? I think he'd need his own book to explain it, and I have no interest in knowing anything more about him. Ian and Lisa are horrible human beings. Rough pasts or not, you can always rise above yourself. They didn't. Becca's immediate family as a whole is horrible. Through everything there are people who love Becca deeply(whether she sees it or not), and that added beauty to this story. It shows you that there is always hope, and I think that this book would be beneficial to someone who has been in her situation.

Where Life Takes You by Claudia Y. Burgoa was kindly provided to me by Xpresso Book tours for review. The opinions are my own.

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Claudia lives in Colorado with her family and three dogs. Two beagles who believe they are human, and a bichon who thinks she’s a beagle. While managing life, she works as a CFO at a small IT Company. She’s a dreamer who enjoys music, laughter and a good story.

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