Friday, October 31, 2014

30 Days of Lists: Day 4

30 Days of Lists: Day 4

Today's Playlist

1. I'm Not The Only One - Sam Smith
2. Fire - Gavin DeGraw
3. All About That Bass - Meghan Trainor
4. Chandelier - Sia
5. Human - Christina Perri
6. Break The Cycle - You + Me
7, Animals - Maroon 5
8. Black Widow - Iggy Azalea
9. Maps - Maroon 5
10. Rude - Magic

Come back tomorrow for day 5! 

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Book Review: Prisoner by Annika Martin & Skye Warren

Prisoner by Annika Martin & Skye Warren

(I want to say I signed up to review this book and sadly I totally missed it in my inbox, so I apologize to the authors on this review being late.)


He seethes with raw power the first time I see him—pure menace and rippling muscles in shackles. He’s dangerous. He’s wild. He’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

So I hide behind my prim glasses and my book like I always do, because I have secrets too. Then he shows up in the prison writing class I have to teach, and he blows me away with his honesty. He tells me secrets in his stories, and it’s getting harder to hide mine. I shiver when he gets too close, with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back. At night I can’t stop thinking about him in his cell.

But that’s the thing about an animal in a cage—you never know when he’ll bite. He might use you to escape. He might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth so you can’t call for the cops. He might make you come so hard, you can’t think.
And you might crave him more than your next breath.

"Sexy, dark, and thrilling. I loved every second of it!" ~ New York Times bestselling author Katie Reus

“Dark, sexy, and intense, Prisoner is an emotional ride that does not let go until the end. I loved it!” ~ USA Today bestselling author Kristen Callihan


Heavy bars close behind me with a clang. I feel the sound in my bones. A series of mechanical clicks hint at an elaborate security mechanism beneath the black iron plating. I knew this would happen—had anticipated and dreaded it—but my breathing quickens with the knowledge that I am well and truly trapped.

“Can I help you?”

I whirl to face the administrative window where a heavyset woman in a security guard uniform stares at her screen.

“Hi,” I say, pasting on a smile. “My name is Abigail Winslow, and I’m here to—”

“Two forms of identification.”

“Oh, well, I already filled out the paperwork at the front desk. And showed them my IDs.”

“This isn't the front desk, Ms. Winslow. This is the east-wing desk, and I need to see two forms of identification.”

“Right.” I dig through my bag for my driver’s license and passport.

She accepts them without looking up, then hands me a clipboard with a stack of papers just like the ones I’d already filled out.

I've been dreading this day for weeks, wishing I’d been assigned any other project but this one. You’d think I was being sent here for a crime. My professor—the one who’d forced me into this—warned me that prisoners were not always receptive to outsiders. Apparently nobody here is.

I complete each form, arrange the pages neatly on the clipboard, and bring them back up to the window. The guard accepts them and gives back my IDs…still without looking at me.

My hands clench and unclench, clench and unclench while the guard eyes my paperwork.
Seconds pass. Or are they minutes? The damp chill of the place seeps in through my cardigan and leaves me shivering.

Leaning forward, I read the name tag of the guard. “Ms. Breck. Do you know what the next steps are?”

“You can have a seat. I have work to do now, and then I’ll escort you back.”

“Oh, okay.” I glance at the bars I just came through, then the open hallway opposite. “Actually, if you just point me in the direction of the library, I’m sure I can—”

Thunk. The woman’s hand hits the desk. I jump. Her dark eyes are faintly accusing, and I wish we could go back to no eye contact. How did I manage to make an enemy in two minutes?

“Ms. Winslow,” she says, her voice patronizing.

“You can call me Abby,” I whisper.

A slight smile. Not a nice one. “Ms. Winslow, what do you think we do here?”

The question is clearly rhetorical. I press my lips together to keep from making things worse.

“The Kingman Correctional Facility houses over five thousand convicted criminals. My job is to keep it that way. Do we understand each other?”

Heat floods my cheeks. The last thing I want to do is make her job harder. “Right.Of course.” I shamble back, landing hard on the metal folding chair. It wobbles a little before the rubber feet stop my slide.

I understand the woman’s point. She has to keep the prisoners in and everyone else out, and keep people like me safe.

I reach down and pull a book from my bag. I never leave home without one, even when I go to classes or run errands. Even when I was young and my mother used to take me on her rounds.

Especially then.

I would hide in the backseat with my nose in the book, pretending I didn’t see the shady people who came to her window when we stopped.

A little green light above the barred doors flashes on and there’s an ominous buzz. Somebody’s coming through, and I doubt it will be a library volunteer. I slide down.  

Pretend to be invisible.

It’s no use. I peer over the top edge as a prisoner saunters through the door, and my pulse slams in my throat double time.

He’s flanked by two guards—escorted by them, I guess you’d say. But they seem more like an entourage than anything. Power vibrates around him like a threat.

Read, read, read. Don’t look.

The prisoner is half a foot taller than the guards, but he seems to tower over them by more than that. Maybe it’s his broad shoulders or just something about the way he stands, or his imperiously high cheekbones. The dark stubble across his cheeks looks so rough and unforgiving I can feel it against my palm; it contrasts wildly with the plushness of his lips. His short brown hair is mussed. There’s one scar through his eyebrow that somehow adds to his perfection.

The little group approaches the window. I can barely breathe.

“ID number 85359,” one of the guards says, and I understand that he’s referring to the prisoner. That’s who he is. Not John Smith or William Brown or whatever his name is. He’s been reduced to a number. The woman at the desk runs through a series of questions. It’s a procedure for checking him out of solitary.

The prisoner faces sideways, spine straight, the corner of his mouth tilted up as if he’s slightly amused. Then it clicks, what else is so different about him: no visible tattoos. Tough guys like this, they’re always inked up—it’s a kind of armor, a kind of fuck you. This guy has none of it, though he’s far from pristine; white scars mar the rough skin of his hands and especially his forearms, a latticework of pain and violence, a flag proclaiming the kind of underworld he came from.

The feel of brutality that hangs about him is compelling and…somehow beautiful.
I drink him in from behind my book—it’s my mask, my protective shield. But then the strangest thing happens: he cocks his head. It’s just a slight shift, but I feel his attention on me deep in my belly. I’ve been discovered. Caught by searchlights.Exposed.

My heart beats frantically.

I want him to look away. He fills up too much space. It’s as if he breathes enough oxygen for twelve men, leaving no air for me at all. Maybe if we were in the library and he needed help finding a book or looking something up, then I wouldn’t mind the weight of his gaze.

No. Not even there. He’s too much.

Two sets of bars on the gate. Handcuffs.Two guards.

What do they think he would do if there were only one set of bars, one guard?

My blood races as the guards draw him away from the window and toward the inner door, toward where I sit. His heat pierces the chill around me as he nears. His deep brown eyes never once meet mine, but I have the sense of him looming over me as he passes, like a tree with a massive canopy. He continues on, two hundred pounds of masculine danger wrapped in all that beauty.

Even in chains, he seems vibrant, wild and free, a force of nature—it makes me feel like I’m the one in prison. Safe.Small.Carefully locked down.

How would it feel to be that free?

“Ms. Winslow. Ms. Winslow.

I jump, surprised to hear that the woman has been calling my name. “I’m sorry,” I say as a strange sensation tickles the back of my neck.

The woman stands and begins pulling on her jacket. “I’ll take you to the library now.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

That shivery sensation gets stronger. Against my better judgment, I look down the hallway where the guards and the prisoner are walking off as one—a column of orange flanked by two thinner, shorter posts.

The prisoner glances over his shoulder. His mocking brown gaze searches me out, pins me with a subtle threat. Though it isn’t his eyes that scare me. It’s his lips—those beautiful, generous lips forming words that make my blood race.

Ms. Winslow.

No sound comes out, but I feel as though he’s whispered my name right into my ear. Then he turns and strolls off.


Oh my land...where to begin? I admit when I signed up to review and Prisoner, I did so based solely on the picture on the cover. I went into this one with absolutely no idea what it was about. 2 words: Hot, really....HOT DAMN! 

Prisoner is the story of Abby, a college student who is assigned to teach a class at a mens prison. On her first day she "meets" Grayson, one of the inmates. Abby is conflicted as she clearly knows that Grayson is a hardened criminal but yet, she finds herself turned on and drawn to him. 

Grayson is the ultimate in bad boys. 

Abby is the seemingly quiet, reserved young college co-ed. 

Put them together and you've got one hell of a story. 

Prisoner is a dark, highly sensual, erotic, and dangerous story. Definitely not for the faint of heart! It touches on boundaries and so I would definitely recommend a mature audience. 

The story is full of twists and turns that I didn't honestly see coming. And while I wouldn't have normally chosen a book this dark for myself, I found I couldn't put it down. I had to see how it ended. I had to see where Abby & Grayson ended up...if redemption was possible or was their "relationship" a lost cause. 

30 Days of Lists: Day 3

I am looking forward to: 

1. Moving west...specifically Arizona. Having grown up on the east coast and esp since I have lived in Maine, I've come to realize how much I hate cold weather...and snow...and ice...and freezing rain, etc. I don't do well when 9 months out of the year, the sunshine is hit or miss. I can't stand being cooped up inside staring at the walls during yet another snow storm. I want to be the sun enjoying the great outdoors. Hubby graduate this May (2015) and then it will probably be the following year when we move. 2016 can't come soon enough. 

2. Getting better physically. My doctor is referring me to another ortho surgeon since my current one feels he's exhausted all his ideas for my knee. I have big hopes that there is a doctor out there who will be able to help me and get me back up and active again. 

3. Exercising. I've had to sideline it when I had my knee surgery in June. I miss it. I dreaded it but once I got it done I felt so much better, not only physically but mentally. Lately I've felt like such a slug. 

4. Getting the final 20lbs off. I am so close to my big goal and I can almost taste it. I've lost 143lbs since I had surgery...20 more and I'd be content as could be...hell, I'd be beyond thrilled. It's been hard cause since then I've had four unrelated surgeries and each one has a period of downtime in which I can't exercise, so I really have to rely on my diet to keep me in check. I am proud to say though after 2 yrs and 2 months, I've not gained any weight back. Woofreakinghoo! It hasn't been easy as I said with all the other health stuff going on but man, I've done it. I am so incredibly glad I did it - these past two years, despite all the other crap, have been amazing. I feel like a whole new person - a new lease on life. 

Stay tuned for Day 4 of 30 Days of Lists tomorrow!! 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Mistletoe & Kisses Anthology - Cover Reveal

Mistletoe & Kisses Anthology 

Six of your favorite contemporary
romance authors bring you six memorable holiday stories.

**Secret Santa by Jennifer Benson

**Coming Home by Rebecca Brooke

**Christmas Wish: A Holiday Novella by Danielle Jamie

**Christmas Stalkings (Bullet 4.5) by Jade C. Jamison

**Finding Sadie: A Prequel by Brandace Morrow

**Wrap Me In Your Love by Lisa Survillas

Proceeds from the first two weeks
sales will be donated to Legacy X where the mission is to create a place where
people find their true self, define what their purpose is and a place where we
Justin Smith, drummer for the Las Vegas headlining group Recycled Percussion.
inspire them to leave a legacy they are proud of. Legacy X was founded by

**Secret Santa by Jennifer Benson
Tonight is the night of the office
holiday party and Olive Harper, a paralegal for a New Jersey law firm, was put
in charge of the planning. To her surprise, a new employee has been hired at
the firm and has brought his brother, Murphy, as his guest. When Scott wakes up
on a strange couch in a strange house, he is curious and concerned until he is greeted by the beautiful woman whom he met last night at an office holiday
Murphy nor Olive could know where a chance meeting at an office holiday party
party. Instantly intrigued by her long night shirt and knee high socks, neither
could take them, but thanks to a Secret Santa, they are about to find out.

**Coming Home by Rebecca Brooke
Tanner Marano has finally found the
girl of his dreams and after lots of hard work and heartache, Danielle is
finally his. Now all he wants to do is make her his wife, but with meeting his
parents and deployments, Danielle is more nervous than ever.

Danielle Renton went through immense
heartache only to be brought back into light by Tanner. He is her own knight in
shining armor. Yet there is a secret she's keeping for fear it will push him

When Tanner comes home with
everything be as he left it?

**Christmas Wish: A Holiday Novella
by Danielle Jamie

Callie Greenwood’s life has never
been easy. Her father up and left when she was six and her mother passed away
from breast cancer when she was just thirteen, leaving her grandparents to
into a nursing home, she’s been on her own.
raise her. But since her grandfather passed away and her grandmother was put

Desperate for love, Callie foolishly
settled for the cliché bad boy, thinking he would change his ways for her.
Sadly, she learns the hard way that life doesn’t care how bad you have it, and
that you can’t make someone love you. When Callie needs Jase the most he
abandons her, just like her father did sixteen years ago.

Determined to not spend the holidays
alone, Callie decides to spend the holidays at her Aunt Ella's bed and
breakfast in Lake George, New York.

Little does she know that everything
for her will change when she checks in to the quaint town at Christmas. Callie expected
to spend two weeks sipping cocoa by the fire place, listening to Bing Crosby
handsome but mysterious Brody O’Reilly...
and spending time with her Aunt. The last she ever expected was to meet the

This Christmas heartbreak, secrets,
and romance will collide making it a holiday she’ll not soon forget.

**Christmas Stalkings (Bullet 4.5) by
Jade C. Jamison

Val, Brad, and the kids decide to
take a short but needed winter vacation to get away from it all and enjoy each
other’s company, but one thing is stopping them from relaxing like they should.
Since fronting her new band Val Hella, Val has discovered the darker side of
what he wants, and the ruin of their vacation becomes the least of their
fame—she has a stalker, one who seems intent upon stepping up his game to get

**Finding Sadie: A Prequel by
Brandace Morrow

**Can be read as a stand alone

*Intended for readers 18+*

A Los Rancheros novella

At fifteen, I took on the role of
Popper out of necessity, forgetting the person I was. That's when I became the
lead singer of a grunge metal band.

Now at twenty-two I'm cocky, a
pessimist, and violent. My shrink is even fed up with me, suggesting I try
something radical to appreciate the value of life.

She gives me a card that leads me to
him, and ultimately I find . . . me.

**Wrap Me In Your Love by Lisa Survillas
After realizing the marriage to her
first ever boyfriend was too good to be true, Isabella files for divorce and
leaves their life in California for the home of her youth in Chicago. Upon her
arrival, she reconnects with her cousin and best friend Daniel, who has been
taking care of her parents’ home since they passed.

When Daniel enlists the help of his friend Taylor, who Isabella had a childhood crush on, will she be forced to face the pain of rejection again, or will Taylor see what he has missed all these years? 

RELEASE DATE: November 4th 2014 


30 Days of Lists: Day 2

Things I Am Good At:

1. Baking/Cooking. 
I grew up in the kitchen alongside my mom. I watched her cater weddings, parties, business functions, school functions, etc. She was the go-to lady for all your baking/cooking needs. She was pretty meticulous in how things were done and how they looked. She had an "eye" for it...not just how things should taste, but how they should be presented as well. Looking back, it's a shame she never had her own actual brick & mortar shop. My mom passed away in June of this year and up until probably Dec/Jan (2013/2014) she was still trying to bake. She got out of the hospital not that long before Christmas and proceeded to come home and attempt to bake cookies to give to her neighbors for the holidays. Not only was she an amazing baker, she had a heart that was pretty big. She loved to do it. I am positive that is where I've gotten it from - I come by it honestly. Baking is my passion. Creating something from a bunch of ingredients and seeing peoples faces light up warms my heart & soul. I hope that she is looking down from above and proud of what I can do and knows what this gift comes from her. <3 div="">

2. Taking naps. I can take a nap like no ones business. LOL Seriously, why did I fight these as a kid? Aren't naps like the best thing since sliced white bread? It's funny, as a kid you fight and scream tooth and nail to avoid them and as an adult you covet them...treasure them even if it's just a 10 minute power nap between the hustle and bustle of every day life. 

3. Reading. Ok, so maybe that sounds stupid. But I come across so many people who admit they don't read or don't like to read. Honestly, that just baffles me. Reading is such an important thing to me that I struggle to understand how any one could not do it?! I am constantly reiterating the importance of reading to my children and it's showing as they love to read too. Reading allows me to travel to places I wouldn't otherwise go. Reading allows me to experience feelings I might not otherwise experience. Reading allows me to play devils' advocate and  take a stance I might not have normally chose in real life. Reading allows me to explore feelings that sometimes I just can't do. There is something about finishing a fabulous book and feeling like you had the wind knocked out of your sails...that it left you breathless and your mind reeling. It's an experience I don't get with television. Television everything is laid out for you - nothing is left to your imagination...but reading...oh reading, you imagine it all - how the characters look, the locations, everything...right down to the color of the sky at dusk and the rust on the pick up truck, etc. How anyone can not like that is beyond me! 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

30 Days of Lists: Day 1

Several ...ok, maybe it was a couple, (but really let's not split hairs),  years ago I did the "30 Days of Lists". I loved it and wanted to do it again and again and just never got around to it. I found today one of the old "sessions" available for free download and decided I was going to do it again. I must admit, I do love making lists. Strange, eh?

30 Days of Lists: Day 1

A Few Things About Myself

1. I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. We moved to Maine just a few months before I turned 17. New York will ALWAYS be home. Yes, I've lived in Maine more then I lived in NY, but that was where I was born, where so many firsts took place in my life - it is home -plain & simple. 

2. Growing up I dreamed of being a lawyer. I had my colleges all picked out - the whole path laid out. After we moved to Maine that all changed. Funny the way life works sometimes. 

3. I always thought I wanted four children. I see now how full my hands are raising two kids - one being special needs. Often times I find myself wishing I was having another, esp when I see those around me with new babies, but I am really glad that we stopped - our family feels complete and that's all that matters. 

4. I love to read. No really, I love to read. I was the kid with the flashlight under the blanket trying to read just a few more pages before finally succumbing to sleep. If I could get paid to read, I'd be in heaven. And I don't mean I want to be an editor. I mean, I just would love to get paid to go pick out books randomly, read them, and get paid. A girl can dream, right? LOL 

5. I am a rather strict mom. I don't tolerate a lot of crap from my kids. I have high expectations. Yes, they get to be kids, but they need to know that mom & dad is in charge. I have no problem saying "no" . They have set bedtimes that are typically earlier then their peers but I feel they need the sleep. They have chores. There are house rules. And their are consequences when rules are broken. I am a hardass on my kids...I know it...they know it. I think it's cause of how I was raised - my parents were hard on us, but in turn I've never been on drugs, I've never gone to jail, I've never broken the law. I think it paid off for my parents and so I tend to parent in some of the same ways. 

6. Despite the fact that like any kids, they can drive me utterly insane, lol, I am so incredibly proud of my kids. They are funny (I swear they get that from me lol), they are pretty/handsome (again, I'll take this one for the team and claim credit lol), extremely smart (uhhh...sometimes I think they didn't get it from me lol). I was just saying to hubby last night that I am so glad that thus far (grades 1 and grade 5) we've never gotten calls from the school for behavior issues. They go to school, they follow the rules, they don't fight, they do as their told, they are polite and respect their teachers. So while at home they sometimes get on every nerve, I know when they leave in the morning and go to school that they are on their best behavior. Shoot, I am gonna pat myself on the back! LOL :-)

I guess that was more than a few things...and heaven knows I could have written more but will stop for now! :-)

Come back tomorrow for Day 2 of 30 Days of Lists! 

Monday, October 27, 2014

MOLLYWOOD(Carved Hearts #2) by L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace - Release Blitz & Review

MOLLYWOOD(Carved Hearts #2)  by L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace

Title: Mollywood (Carved Hearts #2)
Authors: L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 27,2014
Covere Design: Wicked By Design

"A good chef can throw seemingly random ingredients into a pot and create something delicious. On rare occasions, fate does the same thing with hearts. With the right combination of elements at just the right time, a couple can fall head over heels in love. That being said, blending two lives can get messier than any kitchen and also a hell of a lot harder to clean up."
Molly's food truck took Austin by storm, and she's got more prospects than she knows what to do with. Her crazy ex is out of the picture, and she's moved in with her gorgeous boyfriend, Joe. She and Joe rarely see one another, and when they do, their time is squandered arguing. Molly's anxious to break this cycle because the tension between them is literally making her sick.
After years alone and shattered, Molly has reawakened a part of Joe that he was sure couldn't be revived. He's terrified of losing her, but their combined baggage makes every step forward seem littered with landmines. Molly's more than worth the fight, but she shouldn't be the one he's constantly battling. A master carpenter by trade, Joe has restored countless treasures which seemed beyond repair. He's determined that he and Molly won't be the exception.
Fate kicks in the door and rocks them to their very foundation. Boundaries are tested, tears shed, and Molly and Joe will question everything they think they know about themselves and each other

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I found myself looking over at Joe’s perfect profile, and felt that familiar ache in my chest. Frustrated at our disjointed state and suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, I stopped in my tracks. Joe turned to face me, a perplexed expression marring his flawlessness. I placed my hands on both of his uncharacteristically smooth cheeks and looked him in the eye.
“I love you, Joe.” I felt my throat narrow painfully, and blinked away unexpected tears.
“I love you, too.” His frown deepened and he brushed my sweeping bangs away from my eyes. “What’s wrong, Molly?”
It was a good question and I wished I had a reasonable explanation. We’d come so far and been through so much, it seemed unfair that we couldn’t get it together long enough to enjoy any of it. I’d been wracking my brain for weeks to find the right thing to say, a verbal Band-Aid to slap over a hemorrhaging wound. It made me wish my love life could be as straightforward as my job. 
A good chef can throw random ingredients into a pot and create something delicious. On rare occasions, fate does the same thing with hearts. With the right combination of elements at just the right time, a couple can fall head over heels in love. That being said, blending two lives can get messier than any kitchen and also a hell of a lot harder to clean up. I wasn’t usually such a bawl baby, but when it came to Joe, all bets were off. I was freaked out about “us” just then, and what we were becom- ing. I pulled his face down to meet mine and kissed his lips delicately, so he wouldn’t be covered in my lipstick all night. 
“Let’s try to enjoy ourselves and talk about the ugly stuff afterwards. Okay?” 

About The Authors

L.G.Pace III has spent several decades pouring creative energy into other things besides writing. He began his current journey by telling his two daughters bedtime stories about a magical realm and a hero named Terel. Though that story is still sitting unfinished in the electronic universe he has managed to bring two other stories out of the dark maelstrom of his mind for others to enjoy.
He dwells in the great state of Texas with his wife, novelist Michelle Pace and their children.
Michelle Pace lives in north Texas with her husband, Les, who is also a novelist. An Iowan native, she is the mother of two lovely daughters, Holly and Bridgette, and one uber-charismatic son, Kai. A former singer and actress, Michelle has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer.

Other titles by Michelle Pace
Fury (Sound Wave Series #1)
Rage (Sound Wave Series #2)
The Perpetual Quest for the Perfect Life (Jefferson Point #1)
Something’s Come Up
Crazy Love
Good Wood (Carved Heats #1)
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And now for my review...

Les & Michelle once again have outdone themselves and not disappointed! I fell in love with Molly & Joe in the first book in the series, "Good Wood" and have been anxiously awaiting the release of "Mollywood" and it was everything I had hoped for and more. 

In "Mollywood" Molly and Joe are back to share with us their new relationship and all that comes with that. And then suddenly, there are some twists thrown into the mix. It would seem that fate had some ideas of it's own for Molly & Joe. In addition to running two very thriving businesses, their world is about to get rocked in a major way....add in each of their own insecurities due to past heartaches and relationships, meddling family and friends, and you've got a story that you don't want to put down. 

What I really love about these books is the fact you would have no idea it was two authors writing them...they flow seamlessly and you can't tell where one author ended and the other began. The Pace's have worked out some literary magic in their writing together and that is a beautiful thing. I am on pins & needless for book #3.  I know it will be another must read! I can't wait to see where Molly & Joe (and really Les & Michelle) take us next. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Working Girl by A.E. Woodward - Blog Tour - Review & Excerpt

Life As I Know It:

Easy Women
Such was my life in fabulous Las Vegas. But what do you expect when you’re the daughter of a prostitute. This is not the life I want for myself, and I have a plan.

Life As I Want It:

Go to college.
Get my degree.
Get as far from Vegas as possible.

But life has other plans. Plans that include him. Life iisn'talways sunshine and roses and even the best laid plans change.
This is my story. The story of a girl who thought she had it all figured out until life threw her a curve ball. My name is Presley and I refuse to be just another Working Girl.

The telltale crackle of the old vinyl record fills the air as Elvis’s deep smooth and sensual voice dances in my brain. The song is contagious and I find myself humming along as I walk down the hallway to her room to find her already perched at the seat in front of her vanity.
I stand there, unbeknownst to her, watching as she readies herself. She’s wearing her silk dressing gown and for a moment I pretend that she’s not a prostitute. She looks like an average middle-aged woman; her brown eyes and hair a mirror image of mine. But then her robe falls open, revealing her lacy bra and bringing me back to reality. That bra will attract more than one Joe tonight.
Countless hours of my life have been spent watching her. Hell, there was even a time where I adored her. I love my Momma, I do, but I can’t understand how she could have allowed me to grow up with all this surrounding my innocence. It doesn’t seem fair, and I can’t help but hate her a little bit for it.
There is no handbook to guide the daughter of a hooker, but it didn’t keep me from trying to figure out my messed up mind. In desperation, I had even Googled “How to cope with your mother being a prostitute” before. It ended up being a bunch of psychobabble bullshit, leaving me with nothing but my own thoughts.
As I continue to watch her I feel sadness. There’s so much I’m missing out on. I’m no fool and I know that. I’ve read enough books to know that children aren’t supposed to worry about their moms like I do. Day after day I worry if it’s going to be her last; if this will be the day that she attracts the wrong Joe and he takes her from me; that this might be the day she actually drinks herself to death. All things a girl my age shouldn’t have to think about when it comes to their momma.
After a few quiet minutes her familiar eyes meet mine in the mirror and I force a smile, trying to hide my sadness.
“Presley, baby girl,” she coos. “Come help me.” Moving on just like nothing happened, but I know she knows. She’s no idiot. She’d ended her night blacked out drunk, even so she knows she didn’t just miraculously wake up in her bed, perfectly cleaned and tucked in.
I go to her, and she hands me her favorite pearl necklace. She lifts her long brown hair off the back of her neck before turning and smiling at me. “Did I ever tell you about that necklace?”
I nod, but she ignores the fact that I’ve heard the story a million times and starts telling it anyways while I fasten it around her neck, her fingertips running along the smooth pearls. “This necklace was your great-great grandmother’s—”
“Who came over to America from Spain.” With a roll of my eyes, I finish the sentence for her. I know the story. At this point, I could probably tell it better than her. The story is one I've heard a million times over. The rich Spanish monarch who cast out his daughter for daring to fall in love with the wrong man. The story of how the two of them fled in the dead of night and snuck aboard a merchant ship headed for American shores to ensure they remained together, for better or worse, was one that would have been romantic . . . had it not ended in him dying of scurvy while they made their journey. Even if some semblance of sweetness could be recovered from the fact that she found herself pregnant with his child, thus enabling her to carry a piece of her one true love throughout her life, it would be dashed by the fact that her great-granddaughter chose to recount the story time and time again, all the while wearing her prized pearls, stolen as a means of currency but something she could never bear to part with, and readying herself for a night of selling herself to the highest bidder. Great-great Grandmother would be so proud.



I was gifted an ARC of Working Girl by A.E. Woodward  in exchange for a review. Let me just say that first and foremost I was incredibly excited to be able to read this book. I fell in love with AE Woodward as an author when I read her other book, "Kismet". Once again, she does not disappoint. She has definitely outdone herself. 

This is one book you'll want to add to your "To Be Read" list *NOW*!!! 

Working Girl is what I imagine a sort of modern day "coming of age" story to be - with family dynamics, friendships, relationships, and enough twists and turns to keep you on the edge of your seat! 

Character development is spot on - with a main character that will leave you rooting for her and cheering her on...and characters who you'll want to reach through your book or screen and strangle the very life out of. 

Working Girl brings out a host of'll find yourself laughing at times and other times your heart will be torn into shreds. That is the epitome of a good book for me - one that can make me feel a whole range of emotions and keep me wanting and yearning for more. Working Girl was just that book for me.