It is possible that Wattpad is a source for good books that pull at your heart guts, like Did I Mention I Love You and Remember to Forget. Well, Isabelle Ronin has penned a Wattpad blockbuster according to reviews, and after reading Chasing Red, I see why it is hailed as addicting.
Caleb has finally met his match.
After bedding down nearly every blonde he knows, one night at a bar, he meets a dark haired beauty whose dance moves are like a siren to him, and on that same night he rescues her, calling her Red because of her red dress and red nail polish.
But he learns something about Red very quickly.
She is not like other girls he has dated. Besides her very long dark hair and independent attitude, she is reserved and fearful of something, but he can’t resist her allure. Their relationship becomes one of extreme need, doubt, and the burning passionate love only true love can ignite.
I enjoyed this book for two reasons: One, I like reading about strong, feisty women who are also vulnerable. It shows they are human. Second, a handsome Caleb who is a certified player, amazes me suddenly as his heart strings are getting snatched while he literally does everything for Red just to make her happy. I swear the swoon worthy moments were just as titillating as the sexy, scorching hot ones.
“I felt him lowering both of us onto the bed. I was drowning so deeply in his kiss that I hadn’t even noticed he had walked us to the bedroom.” (Chasing Red, Ronin, 2017).
Now, I did find a couple of things troubling and it could be because I over-read something or whatever the case may be.
For example, the plot thickens when another suitor arrives but who is he and is he for or against Caleb? How does he pop up conveniently everywhere Red goes?
Secondly, there was a POV concerning Caleb’s ex Beatrice-Rose(yeah, the name drips wealth)- I basically glazed my eyes over her words…until she mentioned some really interesting things. All in all I cared nothing for her point of view. Seriously.
The book was amazing though and the author shows great command of human psychology and character development.
*This book was provided by Netgalley for my unbiased review.
“If you let me kiss you, I can prove to you what I am.” The crazy man in the long leather jacket, black pants, black shirt and matching boots told her.
“The hell you are!” Stalita Jay shook her head furiously. It was Friday the 13th, her brand new car just ran a flat, her mother just hinted that breast cancer is cresting over her health, and Bobby, her nice baby faced brother, needs at least a thousand dollars to bust him out of the clink.
The last thing she needed was some delusional, albeit, HOT stranger, telling her to kiss him. He could have cooties.
No. Scratch that. The herpes.
“I just need help with my spare tire. Stupid me don’t know a thing about changing a flat.” Thanks to being treated like a royal princess all my life.
Stalita looked down at her suede pumps and lamented how on the day she gets her brand new job working as an office assistant for an accountant; she breaks out her new beige pumps and…wait for it…
It rains. On. Her. Suede. Pumps.
The rain pours. The torrential downpour and rolling thunder has her pink and beige JC Penny suit soaked through, and the stranger smiles. Wolfish.
His raven black hair extends past his waist just about. He was very pale and had the look of some Adonis from another time. Ancient time. His lips were damn beautiful.
“Like I said, I can do it for a kiss. Your very wish for all to go right in your world, will happen.”
“And like I said. No.”
“Suit yourself.” He approached her car barely making splash sounds with his feet. Stalita noticed that his booted feet(how much did those things cost?!) and the water, met at a hard balance. A centered dance.
Walking on water.
Stalita shook her head. The cobwebs of lethargy must be making her imagine things.
The stranger took the bottle jack and used it to hoist the car up while he deftly, expertly changed the car in silence. Stalita noticed the tick in his jaw and was still amazed at how his boots were not sinking into the puddles and mud.
Lex finished changing the tire for her and replaced everything back into her trunk neatly. It was still light out but gray as fresh concrete and Stalita just wanted to go home and melt in her warm bath.
He approached her. “Now…this may feel— different.”
It was just a kiss. How much different can it be?
She could tell he was well built, as if he surfed for a lifetime-even though he reminded her more of a vampire than a surfer.
With gentle cupping of her neck, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to her closed one.
Stalita closed her eyes.
“Can you…let me in?” His husky voice sang over body and suddenly it was like electricity shot down her spine. Touched her. EVERYWHERE.
What was that?
Stalita obeyed and when his mouth met her warm one, she felt thousands of somethings, wet and slithery coat her mouth and prick her tongue and gums repeatedly.
She tried to pull away but Lex held on to her tighter, never letting her go. The kiss. His kiss had gone deeper. Deeper. The tickling and biting wouldn’t stop and the weird things was-
She liked it.
When she opened her eyes, she was back in her room. The sun was shining, spilling through the blinds and her British short hair cat Meow, sat at the foot her bed with a look of confusion and distrust.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him.
With a short grunt, Meow leaped gracefully off her bed and out of the room.
Stalita massaged her temples and went for her phone on her nightstand. “What a weird dream,” she said.
Her phone buzzed. Funny. She thought she had the ringtone set to Rise by Andra Day.
A text from her best friend Charlie: Ready for move in day? I have my part of the deposit already. Thanks for being a cool friend!
But you already live here LOL! Stalita text back.
Girl don’t be silly. I will be there in 1 hour.
Stalita leaped from her bed and checked the room in her apartment. The rooms were empty. As if Charlie never lived there.
When she used the knock code to unlock her phone, something caught Stalita’s eye that shouldn’t.
The date and time on the screen read October 13, 2015.
P.S. This is just a snippet of the genie saga I published a while back. It is under another name and Lex will have his own story someday. Just thought I’d play around with the plot a bit! Thanks for reading! 🙂
Synopsis: A sibling finds out that being locked in a room is never the end of the story…
I slowly close the romance novel I’ve been reading and feel myself being squeezed out as if through a mother’s womb.
The tightness grips my shoulders and my head; I momentarily can not breath; the overwhelming tickle of nausea seizes my throat and belly, and finally I flop onto my wood floor.
I nearly forgot what my wood floor felt and looked like. My small, cramped room of one barred window, one cot and rows and rows of books . Books. Each one takes me to a new world, a new place. I am so used to being literally sucked in the books now, that I kind of get used to the whirlwind headache it gives me afterwards.
I am not sure about this gift at all but ever since my evil, older sister locked me in the room below the house complete with nothing but books, I have found that my love of words brought the worlds to life. Scared the heck out of me!
I’ve taken trips to Mars, Ireland, Africa, Hawaii, and just now some place called Poughkeepsie New York? I fell in love with the main character- a simple man who wore red scarves and studied marine biology, but whose hands were always warm and smooth across my chilly body…
I see the shiny black binding, the glossy dust jacket sticking out between A Tale of Two Cities and Switch on Your Brain(I really should alphabetize these things).
The book is heavy, a tome weighing down on my palms, called the Onyx Japanese Warriors and on the cover there is a big splat of blood with a sword stuck in it’s gooey center.
My hands shake as I grab it. I am scared. I am enthralled. What role will I play? Will I be murdered? Or be the conqueror? Either way, it is the last book left to read and I have nowhere else to go. I will die in this musty, cramped room.
All because of a sister’s envy.
I’ve always wanted to go to Japan though. Pray I make it back in one piece..
Below are Very brief summaries of the four books I read September 2017. I read books about faeries(not the kids’ faeries), the adult fae books, as well as some black romance. Please click the(affiliate) links to grab up these 4.5 and 5 star reads!
First up is Iced. I was unaware of the controversy surrounding Iced, because I’ve read the Darkfever series from 2009-2011 and stopped when I realized Iced would be in the POV of 14 y/o Dani O’Malley, but Moning did a great job of keeping the dark sensuality and sexual tension in there while also keeping the voice of the fiery Dani.
Some felt that Dani was too young to be placed in a world filled with centuries old males and that was borderline on taboo however, in a crazy violent fae driven world, Dani is more intelligent and grown up and again, Moning did a fine job of treating issues delicately concerning Dani.
In this world, ice is freezing up places in Dublin, Ireland and Dani must team up with Ryodan, Dancer, and the Unseelie Prince Christian, to dodge gut stealing hags and faeries who could sex you to death- literally!
In Burned, Mac and Barrons are back(after Shadowfever) and are now dueling growing potholes in the atmosphere and Mac still has the Unseelie King’s copy of the Sinsar Dubh inside her and relying on it for any power could prove fatal for her and the world if she isn’t careful. Some fans did not care for Burned because Iced reeled us in and now we want more of Dani’s story.
The next two books I read are by Beverly Jenkins. An African American Author who writes titillating historical fiction you just cannot put down. In Forbidden(Old West, #1), the sexy green eyed Rhine Fontaine is descended from a line of African Queens and his white father was a slave owner. To survive, Rhine lives his life as a white man until he meets the beautiful Eddy Carmichael who makes him forget about his fianceé .
Captured was filled with pirates, violence and sweet seduction. I loved every minute of it. Clare Sullivan, a slave, is captured by the ruggedly handsome Dominic Le Veq. LeVeq, a free black man known for bedding down women all over the world, just can’t help himself when he meets the very intelligent slave woman. The problem is, he wants her by his side: free. But if they are found out she could go back to being a house slave or possibly killed.
Another point to remember: Beverly Jenkins love using marmalade in her novels. I’ll never think of the treat the same again!
Well, I hope you get to read some of these books because they surely kept me up at night and they are definitely certified 4.5/5 star reads so it will not be a waste of your time.
Let me know what you think about any of these stories if you have read them.
Phan’s Cuisine for fine Chinese food dining, was packed tonight, but Brad Roman could not keep his eyes off the beauty of Julissa Ogebo. Even with his wife next to him, her nails digging into his arms and trying her hardest to become Siamese twins with him, his eyes, his tongue, his freakin’ loins screamed for the delectable Julissa.
The same Julissa who was definitely out of all their leagues. She was a walking Nubian beauty with almond shaped eyes and tonight she pulled the ultimate ball busting stunt of wearing a tight skirt barely kissing the tops of her knees and a matching top to show off her Michelle Obama worthy arms.
Those. Damn. Curves.
“So, yeah we can all like do kayaking this time,” his wife Darla said but then looked over at Julissa. “Unless water is not your thing, Jules.”
Julissa, ever the personification of sex and grace shrugged a shoulder: “My body bathes in it every day so yeah, Kyaking would be cool.” She sighed heavily. Brad nearly wanted to strangle Darla. Yes they’ve been together five years and yes Julissa, Lindsay, Joseph and Susan have all been friends since high school. Julissa was the new girl their senior year in high school, but everyone took an instant liking to the Nigerian born Graphic Designer.
She designed the clothes she wore now. Her sister actually made them. Brad hoped his thoughts couldn’t be read, because right now he was thinking of very unholy and non-matrimonial things he’d rather do to Julissa. But damn she was so caught up in her childhood sweetheart blowing up her phone. And double damn he was married.
He watched as she excused herself to answer her phone. For the fourth time.
Joseph drank down the rest of his sweet tea. “Maybe I should go console her or something. That douche she calls a man is too controlling.”
Everyone agreed. Brad’s wife coughed a little and dug her fork into her dumplings. Julissa walked further from the table and you could almost hear a pin drop. Her body cut through the air like a snake in water. Her curves and that behind were like drum beats and Brad would bet all his money every man, married or not, was ogling her, wishing they had her.
“She needs someone to talk to. This is getting out of hand.” He stands but his wife’s nails dig into his upper arm. Her ice blue eyes froze him on the spot.
“If she does, then it is I, a woman’s voice and advice she needs. I will come too.”
Brad saw his friend’s faces. Their eyes communicated one thing: “Leave that woman!”
Brad shook his head and went over to the balcony where Julissa stood, leaning over it, scrolling over her phone. The sun had gone down and left gold and navy streaks overhead and the ocean was calm, still.
His wife’s nails bit into him hard. He couldn’t be mad at her. He was quite the catch: tall, dark, a fit body, owned his own gym. Modeled part time, so yeah she was not crazy.
“Hey Jules. You okay?” Brad asked.
Julissa turned to them, water near the edges of her eyes like dripping crystals…
“He doesn’t trust me.”
“Maybe that is something you two should discuss. I mean ignoring him isn’t going to help either.” Darla said pointedly.
Nor arguing,” Brad added, wishing he could vomit the words to the ground.
“Maybe,” Julissa bit her bottom lip. It was funny seeing Darla right here too. She never thought Darla cared, but then again, Darla never really treated her as part of their friendly group anyway.
Brad was her true best friend. He was always there for her, helped her in math class, stood by her as they lowered her mother’s body in the ground two years prior and he even cooked for her.
She couldn’t ask for a better friend than that. He was the sole constant in her life, along with theitr other friends. Yet Brad was truly special.
Brad tried to encourage her more until finally Julissa agreed to just speak with her boyfriend and make amends. She saw a wide smile crack over Darla’s pretty face.
When she arrived home that night, Julissa kicked off her shoes and was about to call her controlling and overbearing boyfriend when a text burned in black across her screen:
I know… I am unhappily married and you are unhappy. Seriously. I hope you drop him.
Julissa sucked in a breath. Brad. Handsome, successful, very MARRIED Brad was texting her that he desired her.
But she will not be like her sister. Their grandmother always told them home wrecking was in the Ogebo blood, and Julissa was too practical and too good for that. She had morals.
But her moral fibers around Brad always thinned from bone gristle to silken spider webs, easy to tread over and break down until fire built up into molten passion and that passionate blaze could only be put out by him.
But what if it never burned to embers?
What if she want the fire to last?
Julissa gave him the only response a woman from her home wrecking lineage would…
Bull-fecking-Crikey, Dani Mega O’Malley is here! Word to the wise: This book pushes boundaries. How in the magical world was Moning able to weave in action, magic, and some serious sexual tension all from the point of view of fourteen year old Dani? Well, most of it is in her POV. Anyways…
It is 1 AWC(After the Wall Crashed all fae hell broke lose) Dani Mega O’Malley carries the sword of Light. It can do some serious damage to the fae, particularly, the Unseelie variety. She is on the run from Mackayla “Mac” Lane since she revealed she killed Mac’s sister Alina.
On top of everything else going on, various places are freezing and Dani finds herself joining up with none other than Ryodan, Chester’s dark, brooding nightclub owner. He wants to know what is going on too and with Dani’s superhuman sight and speed she proves useful.
I can’t explain how sensuality was woven in this book. All I can say is, 14 year old Danny has a line of suitors waiting for her to grow up.
So what lead to the full five purple heart rating?
C’mon! It’s Karen Marie Moning, for feck(got “feck” from her books) sake. Only she can use words to work you up like a tightly wound guitar string, then make you go POP.
She was genius in her taste of words and scene structure.
Iced was extremely hard to put down because when you read a KMM novel, you are in an adventure. Point blank period. You get comfy, lie down and open up a whole new world.
I actually like that Dani was not treated with kid gloves because the girl isn’t stupid and she is strong, so, yeah. It all worked out.
I am glad to be rejoining the fight to save Dublin..to save the world. One page at a time.