Three seem to be my standard lately. But that's okay! I've got some interesting ones for you this week.
Starting off I have a duet; All the Lies and All the Truths by Rina Kent. Both were interesting. I struggle to find books that I don't figure out until the author brings it all together. That wasn't the case with these reads, at least for me.
Blurb of All the Lies:
When lies become the truth.
My name is Reina Ellis.
Problem is, I remember none of it.
His name is Asher Carson.
Oh, and my future husband.
He has three rules for me:
I'll pay for what I’ve done.
Problem is, I don’t remember what I’ve done, but I have a clue.
There was a fire.
A dead girl.
And I was there.
Blurb of All the Truths:
The truth doesn't set you free.
Revenge shouldn’t be rushed. It needs to be savored.
Reina ruined my life and it’s only fair I ruin hers back.
Or that was the plan.
That was before she got under my skin and flowed into my blood.
Life as we know it crashes and burns.
All we have left is revenge.
Or is it?
No Perfect Hero by Nicole Snow is an interesting read set in a fictional Montana town. Now, I'm happy she made it fictional because otherwise I may not have enjoyed it as much. I struggle with authors not familiar with Montana or Wyoming and write about it. This is an exception. The one thing that bothered me is how much the Hero uses the heroine's nickname. It got old fast.
Bossy. Heart of stone. Snarly mess next door.
Send help before I'm prick-matized...
My next big mistake has a name.
Warren Ford. Best kept secret in this weird little town.
An alpha's alpha. Spartan abs. Too blunt for everybody's good.
Moody, broody, mysterious, and totally up in my business.
I thought Heart's Edge would be safe.
No two timing exes. No pink slips. No hulking, loud, inked up -
Leave it to a badass to bring the drama piping hot.
Then he goes and saves a cat who means the world to my little niece.
Making me a mushy little puddle of wishes.
Wishing I didn't know his savage kiss like my own reflection.
Or how erasing tears must be his superpower.
Wishing I'd never poked his scary past.
Or heard him growl when he swears it's not our future.
There's no way this works.
He's no white knight. I'm no princess.
I need to go. He says stay.
Even our sheet-ripping nights can't work miracles.
Only an answer as the danger closes in.
Is Warren my perfect slice of hero?
That's all I have for the week. I'm off to a birthday party and the mountains this weekend! See you Monday!