#LifeBooksWriting Challenge-My Bookshelf/Latest Reads


This is the second week of the #LifeBooksWriting Challenge and I'm intent on keeping up with. I'm horrible when it comes to doing things like these but I'm going to push myself to do this one. It seems pretty fun and it helps you all get to know me a little bit better.

This weeks post is all about my bookshelf and my latest reads. Since it's a two-parter I will talk about my bookshelf first.

I have one shelf on my bookcase that is dedicated solely to my signed paperbacks and I have to say that shelf is pretty much my pride and joy.

I have copies signed from a lot of my favorite people. Fortunately I got the chance to meet a lot of these amazing authors at Sign n Sip in Virginia this last April. And that was quite the amazing experience! If you've never been to a book signing, I suggest everyone go at least once. It's a spectacular thing to take part in and the memories you'll get will never be forgotten.

I also have to include my ultimate pride and joy. It's not secret that I'm an All Time Low fan and I got the chance to meet them last October after seeing them in concert. Not only did I gift them a copy of Finding Flynn, but I got them to sign my personal copy as well. That book will be treasured forever. Is it weird that I like to hug it and look at it sometimes? ;)


I don't get to read as often as I used to before I started writing, but I still get in a few books here and there. Down below I'll list some of my most recent top reads.

Tapping The Billionaire

Blind dates? Online dating profiles? Been there, done that.

Georgia Cummings has zero luck with dating, and the era of the internet is not her friend. No matter how fast she runs, how many corners she turns, she can’t find her way out of this weird, alternate universe where men think dick pics are a replacement for small talk and getting to know a girl. One more crotch selfie and she might write men off for good…

But why can’t she stop fantasizing about him?

Kline Brooks is the quintessential billionaire bad boy—dark, styled, short hair, muscles for days, and a panty-dropping smile. Except—he isn’t.

As his employee, he won’t touch her with a ten foot pole. But she won’t touch him either.

Too bad their hormones missed the memo.

Why Now?

He was my everything. I loved him. For over twenty years. And everyone knew, including him.

But he never loved me back. Not once. Not ever.

So I moved on.

Until now. Now he's back, and wants to make me his. He's everything I've ever wanted.

I should be happy. But there's one problem. My fiancé.

The Lies That Define Us

Ariella Geller is on the run from some very bad people and Liam Wade doesn’t know what he’s running from.

Freedom has been an elusive dream for Ari, but when her chance for escape comes, she takes it. She finds herself in California and forced to accept help from strangers in order to stay off the streets and avoid being found by those she ran from.

Liam Wade is sick of living in the shadow of his famous father. All he wants is to make a name for himself as a professional surfer, but it’s impossible when the media focuses on every other aspect of his life. All he wants is respect, a chance to prove himself, but when it never comes he finds himself running and hiding from the ones who love him the most.

When their paths collide Ari and Liam are forced to confront their demons, and in the process they just might find a reason to stop running.

Falling With Style

Lawrence and Steph Brooks spent years fighting their love, and then they fought their way back to each other. After earning their happy, swoon-worthy ending, they were intent on keeping it.

But a few years, a fledgling business, and a couple of kids later, Steph and Lawrence learn that falling in love was the easy part and happily ever after isn’t for sissies. With life bearing down on them, they can’t always escape the fall, but they can do it with style.

*Falling with Style is a companion novella to Swoon, but may be read as a standalone.*

Perfectly Imperfect

**Standalone novel**

Mirror, mirror … who’s the fairest of them all?

I still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most couldn’t grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of all ‘mean girls.’

And those mean girls were right – it was a line meant for all the beautiful people in the world – and I knew the answer would never be me.

The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect chests.

The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward.

Well, that’s definitely not Willow Tate.

No. That will never be me.

Because I’m completely imperfect.

And … I hate myself.

I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.

Before We Were Strangers

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.

To the Green-eyed Lovebird:

We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.

You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.

We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other.

Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding…

I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.

After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?


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