Review: Play (Stage Dive 2) by Kylie Scott

Play (Stage Dive #2)
by Kylie Scott

Mal Ericson, drummer for the world famous rock band Stage Dive, needs to clean up his image fast—at least for a little while. Having a good girl on his arm should do the job just fine. Mal doesn’t plan on this temporary fix becoming permanent, but he didn’t count on finding the one right girl.

Anne Rollins never thought she’d ever meet the rock god who plastered her teenage bedroom walls—especially not under these circumstances. Anne has money problems. Big ones. But being paid to play the pretend girlfriend to a wild life-of-the-party drummer couldn’t end well. No matter how hot he is. Or could it?


Hot damn! This was so good, I couldn’t put this book down! Mal and his crazy antics would be the death of me. And I don’t blame him if I’d die laughing with him right now. Seriously.

Kylie Scott continues to rock my world with her awesome Stage Dive stories. I thought David Ferris was already a cool dude in the first book, Lick. Until I got a glimpse of one of his bandmates, Malcolm Ericson. Oh man, this guy stood out and stood loud and proud. A certified hottie, I must add.

In this second book, PLAY, Mal is an enigma. Seriously, this talented drummer is so good with his hands, and mouth. He is the life of the party and when he speaks, everyone listens. And gets mesmerized.

No wonder Anne Rollins can’t stop gazing at him with her crazy eyes. This poor gal has been cheated by her roommate who took off without paying her debts to her. Badly needing help with her housing predicament, she soon agrees to Mal’s offer and the two lovers are inseparable ever since.

Life with Mal Ericson is full of fun and excitement and laughter. I wish I was in Anne’s shoes, spending the night with him and shouting expletives and what not just to piss off the other couple next door with his crazy antics. Oh god, Anne and Mal’s pretend bed moments were really hilarious! They even broke the bed by just screaming! How much more if they give in to their carnal needs. Seriously, this book is everything!

I dunno how to proceed with my review without revealing the rest of the story, so I gotta stop now. So far, Mal Ericson is my book boyfriend of the month, and I intend to enjoy each and everyday with him. Gosh, Kylie Scott, you are making a fool of me, but I like it! Yay!


OMG… I didn’t know that the book, PLAY was published exactly 3 years ago. Is this just a coincidence, or what? I really didn’t know about this, but let just say, Happy Birthday PLAY and MAL Ericson! 

Review: CONFESS by Colleen Hoover

by Colleen Hoover

At age twenty-one, Auburn Reed has already lost everything important to her. In her fight to rebuild her shattered life, she has her goals in sight and there is no room for mistakes. But when she walks into a Dallas art studio in search of a job, she doesn’t expect to find a deep attraction to the enigmatic artist who works there, Owen Gentry.

For once, Auburn takes a chance and puts her heart in control, only to discover that Owen is keeping a major secret from coming out. The magnitude of his past threatens to destroy everything important to Auburn, and the only way to get her life back on track is to cut Owen out of it.

To save their relationship, all Owen needs to do is confess. But in this case, the confession could be much more destructive than the actual sin.

Right from the start, I told myself to expect the unexpected when it comes to Colleen Hoover. I’ve read most of her books, I always get surprised with the twists, and I always end up loving them. So I knew first hand that Confess was gonna be different, unique and brilliant.

But my heart wasn’t prepared to break, my mind wasn’t ready for the clusterfuck of emotions and my eyes refused to release the tears threatening to open the floodgates. Damn that prologue, it really had me worried. Auburn’s pleas and heartfelt farewell with  Adam deeply penetrated my heart. I thought I would never be  able to finish the story, because damn, first chapter in and I was already wailing.

“I’m selfish. And if one night with you is all I can get, then I’ll take it.”

But I refused to give up. I, for  one, do  not  have  the  habit  of  DNFing  a  book. So I devoured each and every page of Confess, I dissected Owen’s obsession with confessions, I recoiled from Auburn’s cries for her child, and I tortured myself to tears, until the last page. Good thing I wasn’t wearing makeup nor mascara that day, or else, I’d look like Alice Cooper with all the tears that I’ve shed.

I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Because I know that if you walk out that door, then ten years from now . . . twenty years from now . . . we’ll wish we had listened to our hearts when we think back on tonight.”

Confess is really a surprisingly unique story. The idea of writing confessions and having them illustrated in an artwork was a totally amazing, intriguing and engaging idea. I don’t know how CoHo get her book ideas, it’s like every book she writes is like Pandora’s box, opening new and different surprises that tempts the readers to crave for more.
Owen Mason Gentry had a great impact on me. OMG, I want some lovin’ like Owen. This book totally blew me away.  I regret not reading it immediately after I got it a year ago. What was I thinking,  right?  I’m so grateful to my reading buddy,  Jel who inspired me to read this masterpiece.  I couldn’t ask for any other book to read with a dear friend.

Confess is definitely a must read,  highly recommended and totally worth every tear. I think I can safely say that Confess is now my most favorite CoHo book.

Review: Loving Mr. Daniels by Brittainy Cherry


Loving Mr. Daniels
by Brittainy C. Cherry

coffeesynopsisdTo Whom it May Concern,

It was easy to call us forbidden and harder to call us soulmates. Yet I believed we were both. Forbidden soulmates.

When I arrived to Edgewood, Wisconsin I didn’t plan to find him. I didn’t plan to stumble into Joe’s bar and have Daniel’s music stir up my emotions. I had no clue that his voice would make my hurts forget their own sorrow. I had no idea that my happiness would remember its own bliss.

When I started senior year at my new school, I wasn’t prepared to call him Mr. Daniels, but sometimes life happens at the wrong time for all the right reasons.

Our love story wasn’t only about the physical connection.

It was about family. It was about loss. It was about being alive. It was silly. It was painful. It was mourning. It was laughter.

It was ours.

And for those reasons alone, I would never apologize for loving Mr. Daniels.

-Ashlyn Jennings


LovingDanielsMeet Ashlyn Jennings.
Her mother didn’t love her. Her father left her when she was a child. Her sister was the only one got. But then she died when cancer took over. She’s got no one else now.

Meet Daniel Daniels.
His brother was involved with gangs and drugs. His mother died in the arms of those thugs. His father succumbed to death next. Then his girlfriend died after a car accident. He’s got no one else now.

Then she saw him. Standing from a distance. Inside a train. He had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. And in those deep blue eyes, she drowned with his voice, his music, his passion, his life.

His eyes were so blue and filled with interest. For a second, I thought they were a passageway to a different world.
Blue eyes.
I sighed. Maybe there were a passageway to a better world.

He couldn’t forget her. He found her reading a Shakespeare book inside a train. Her gorgeous green eyes captivated him. And in those soulful green eyes, he fell into the deep abyss of her life, her books, her intelligence, her life.

“I was lost, but so were they.
There were no maps to be found.
At least I wasn’t walking alone.”

Little did they knew that they were bound to see each other again. In school. He was the teacher. She was the student. They both had miserable lives. They both lost the ones they love. They were both hurting and trying to move on. When they met, their worlds collide. The world couldn’t have been more unfair. The world couldn’t have come at a swell time.

I don’t know why, but everytime I read a book that involves musicians and family drama, I am easily reminded of Colleen Hoover’s Maybe Someday. And when I encounter a book fulfilling bucket lists, A Walk to Remember immediately comes to my mind. These books happened to be my Top 2 Favorite Books of all time. But now, after Loving Mr. Daniels, I think I can safely declare that this is going to be the best book I’ve read in 2015 and one that I would never forget in a long time. Maybe this would be my Top 3!

“You know what I like about you so far?”
“What’s that?”

Yes, absolutely everything. I loved everything in this book. From the characters, to the tragedies, to the bucket list, to the Shakespearean quotes, to the music and lyrics, to the gut-wrenching emotions, to the forbidden love affair, to the oh-so-sweet moments to the break-ups, to the real-life family drama.

“I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be yours, I want you to be mine, and I hate that we can’t be us. Because I think we were meant to be us.”

I think Brittainy Cherry is meant to write this book. I applaud her for effortlessly making me cry. I love a good book that always make me cry. As in a really ugly cry. The kind of cry that would need a lot of hankies or rolls of tissues. The kind of cry that will leave you sobbing, breathless, sniffing and crying all over again. I immediately got lost in Ms. Cherry’s world, and I had a hard time finding the way out. Loving Mr. Daniels is totally worth pouring one’s heart out.

Now, I’m going to read Art & Soul, Ms. Cherry’s other blockbuster novel, in the next few days. I can’t wait!



Review: The Hating Game by Sally Thorne


The Hating Game
by Sally Thorne

Nemesis (n.)
1) An opponent or rival whom a person cannot best or overcome;
2) A person’s undoing;
3) Joshua Templeman.

Lucy Hutton and Joshua Templeman hate each other. Not dislike. Not begrudgingly tolerate. Hate. And they have no problem displaying their feelings through a series of ritualistic passive aggressive maneuvers as they sit across from each other, executive assistants to co-CEOs of a publishing company. Lucy can’t understand Joshua’s joyless, uptight, meticulous approach to his job. Joshua is clearly baffled by Lucy’s overly bright clothes, quirkiness, and Pollyanna attitude.

Now up for the same promotion, their battle of wills has come to a head and Lucy refuses to back down when their latest game could cost her her dream job…But the tension between Lucy and Joshua has also reached its boiling point, and Lucy is discovering that maybe she doesn’t hate Joshua. And maybe, he doesn’t hate her either. Or maybe this is just another game.


Oh this is sooo good… This book really proved that the more you hate, the more you love.. Oh yeah!

Joshua Templeman sits across Lucy Hutton’s desk every single day ever since the Bexley-Gamin merger took place. And every single day, they play a game. The Hating Game… There’s also the Staring game, the How You Doing Game, the You’re Just So game, and my personal favorite, the Or Something Game.. It’s delicious. Don’t ask.

While Joshua is silent and brooding, Lucy mentally murders him in her mind. They’re exact opposites, Lucy’s so nice upfront, never says no, wears Flamethrower lipstick and collects Smurfs. (I like her already!) In short, everybody loves Lucy.

Josh, on the other hand, scowls, frowns, narrows his eyes, jots down on his planner with his pencil, he’s full of temper and annoys his co-worker so much. Everybody’s afraid of Joshua. Except Lucy.

And then, that announcement about a new COO position in the company happens. Lucy and Joshua are the front-runners, of course, and it’s taking all their efforts and time to prove which one deserves the spot. Both are intense, electrifying, indulging, magnificent.

Until that one fateful afternoon, in the elevator, Lucy and Josh, all alone, kissing the hell out of each other. Dayum!

I’d like to go on and on… but I don’t wanna spoil you the good treats. Oh my, I think I love everything in this book. Joshua Templeman, he’s my number one.. his robin’s egg-blue shirts and room and tin of mints, included. I love Lucy Hutton, too. Okay, she’s my number one on the list actually, because …. man, she’s one feisty lioness and I cower like a cub when she talked to Josh father. Wow! That part was my favorite in the book. Lucy’s mouth was like a weapon ready to attack all the villains she could see. Oh she is Lara Croft alright!

Second favorite – when Lucy’s sick and Josh sees her in all her vomiting glory. Yowzers!

I love their office banter, their cajoles, their flaws, their paintball protective stunts, their family issues, their business suits, their weekend escapade. I love their strawberries, their roses, their cakes, their hotel room, everything!

Heck I love their hate-me-all-you-want-but-i-know-you-love-me kind of game.  I love their slow-burn romance, it’s so ridiculously sweet, I think I’m gonna die of diabetes.

If there’s one thing or subject I love in a book, it’s the enemies turned to friends to lovers kind of story. That theme always gets me. I feel vulnerable inside and joyful and in-love and fantastic all at once. It’s ridiculous!

Sally Thorne, I can’t believe this is just your first book! You write so darn well, you have captivated me from head to toe and now I can’t help but face outside the window. You are now my newest favorite author. There, I said it.

Okay now, I think I’m gonna need more days.. weeks… months… to process this wonderful book that’s invading my mind.  This is my first 5 star book of 2017 and it’s making me weepy..  Josh Templeman,  you annoyingly gorgeous brute….  I’m gonna get you from Little Lucy… Mark my word!



Review: Delirium by Lauren Oliver

delirium1Delirium (Delirium #1)
by Lauren Oliver

Ninety-five days, and then I’ll be safe.
I wonder whether the procedure will hurt.
I want to get it over with.
It’s hard to be patient.
It’s hard not to be afraid while I’m still uncured, though so far the deliria hasn’t touched me yet.
Still, I worry.
They say that in the old days, love drove people to madness.
The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.


Seventeen year-old Magdalena “Lena” Haloway-Tiddle lived in a dystopian society where Amor Deliria Nervosa aka LOVE was considered a disease and it was mandatory that everyone who reached their 18 years of age should go through a special treatment in order to be cured. Lena and her bestfriend Hana were having the time of their lives, they went by the rules, they followed whatever was commanded to them, never questioned that do’s and dont’s of falling in love.

Little did Lena know that her friend actually had a secret of her own… escaping into the night, attending various parties, listening to music that were not approved by their state.

Until the day she met Alex, the boy who would make her fall in love and ignore everything else that she had believed in. Together they created a world full of emotion and delirium. And from then on, Lena’s life was never the same again.

THEY SAY that the cure for Love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believe them.
Until now.
Now everything has changed. Now, I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.
—- Lena

I have read this book when it was first published in 2011, and then re-read it a year later when talks about the book being optioned into a TV series became viral. I had already joined a group of Invalids in several forums at that time, exctied at that thought that Lena, Alex and Julian would come to life. Oh and Emma Roberts was slated to star as Lena at that time, so I was really looking forward to the TV show.

Sadly though, this never materialized because FoxTV rejected the pilot episode. Ugh. I was really angry at Fox at that time.

When Delirium was first published in 2011, I was still very much in love with Katniss Everdeen and I thought Hunger Games was the best dystopian novel I have ever read. Apparently, Lauren Oliver’s Delirium took the second spot on my Best Dystopian list. I honestly couldn’t bring myself to stop scanning the pages after knowing about this dreaded disease. And as crazy as it is, people condemn those who fall and fell in love because it is dreaded and can lead to your demise.

Well, well, well… If falling in love caused death, I’ve died a million times already!!

Delirium took my breath away. With every scene.. with every spectacle.. Every page was as intense as the previous page, keeping me on my seat. I applaud Lauren Oliver for creating a world that felt so real and surreal. She’s a brilliant writer and a fantastic storyteller. I may still have to read her first book, Before I Fall, which had received so much praise before, but I think, reading Delirium was just as fascinating and dazzling!



Review: PUNK 57 by Penelope Douglas


Punk 57
by Penelope Douglas

“We were perfect together. Until we met.”



I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me.

In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.

It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…

And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.

Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.

We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it?

Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?

F*ck it. I need to meet her.

I just don’t expect to hate what I find.


He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.

Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something.

He could be gone forever.

Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it.


Two pen pals who vowed to never contact each other except through snail mails. Two lost souls who wandered through a dreary obstacle course. Two broken sea shells who weathered the harsh waves of the ocean. Two wordmasters who shot through my heart and made my heart bleed like ink on a quill.

That is Punk 57, ladies and gentlemen. Oh god, how did I turn into this staggering mess of a poet?

Penelope Douglas, you are to be blamed. This may just be the best book I’ve read this year. Seriously.

I thought I’ve read everything I needed to know when it came to New Adult books. I thought I would no longer be surprised by the so-called “shocking twists” and hot steamy scenes, given the massive number of NA’s I’ve read this quarter alone. I thought I have mastered the art of guessing “whodunnits” on mysteries and suspense.

Penelope Douglas proved me wrong.

Because every chapter I read, every page I devoured, every scene I perused, every single damn thing surprised me and bewildered me to the core.

Misha Lare was such an antihero. Earlier in the book, I fell for his words, his lyrics, his letters, his passion, his loyalty to Ryen. When that fateful night happened, he changed. And my feelings for him changed as well.

Ryen Trevarrow intrigued me a lot with her attitude. She was a faker, in my opinion. I didn’t like her at first too. But when I got to know the things she’d been through, the hardships, the ridicule, the torment – argh, my heart ached for her.

And that infamous plot twist? I did not see that coming. Ever! That twist is deus ex machina at its finest.

After reading Punk 57, I don’t know if I could pick another NA book just yet. Punk 57 is basically a tough act to follow. I don’t have any idea yet if there would be another book that could match this perfection. I know I’m still a newbie when it comes to Pen Douglas’ books, but let me tell you, this author had just upped her status in my Top 5 Authors. (I’m sorry Colleen Hoover, I think you need to take the back seat on this one).


NOTE: I have buddy-read this masterpiece with dear Jel of JLS Bookish Detour.




Review: The Score by Elle Kennedy


The Score (Off-Campus #3)
by Elle Kennedy


He knows how to score, on and off the ice

Allie Hayes is in crisis mode. With graduation looming, she still doesn’t have the first clue about what she’s going to do after college. To make matters worse, she’s nursing a broken heart thanks to the end of her longtime relationship. Wild rebound sex is definitely not the solution to her problems, but gorgeous hockey star Dean Di-Laurentis is impossible to resist. Just once, though, because even if her future is uncertain, it sure as heck won’t include the king of one-night stands.

It’ll take more than flashy moves to win her over

Dean always gets what he wants. Girls, grades, girls, recognition, girls…he’s a ladies man, all right, and he’s yet to meet a woman who’s immune to his charms. Until Allie. For one night, the feisty blonde rocked his entire world—and now she wants to be friends? Nope. It’s not over until he says it’s over. Dean is in full-on pursuit, but when life-rocking changes strike, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time to stop focusing on scoring…and shoot for love.

thoughts-dividerThis was absolutely incredible! I never thought I’d like Dean DiLaurentis. I mean, he was the ultimate playboy among all of the players in the hockey team, the master of sexcapades, relationship-phobic, but damn, this guy easily turned me on! Didn’t realize a guy as conceited as him could go all softy and mushy and makes me want to hug him like a baby. Seriously. My friends have forewarned me about Dean, but I never expected his story to be like this. Intense, sweet, funny, super duper sexy. And oh, by the way, his stalkerish yet concerned text messages to Allie were my favorite. He’s so adorable. Awww…

And Allie Cat… oh gosh, she surprised me. I knew from the start that Hannah’s room mate was something wild, but when I, the unsuspecting reader delved deeper into her character, I was blown away. Her wildness could put Anastasia Steele to shame.

“I’m adorable, first off. My sense of humor is stellar—obvs.”
“Obvs,” she echoes dryly.
“I’m extraordinarily skilled in the art of conversation.”
She nods. “When it’s about yourself, of course.”
“Of course.” I pretend to think it over some more. “Oh, and I’m a mind reader. No lie. I always know what the other person is thinking.”
“Yeah? What am I thinking right now?” Allie challenges.
“That you want me to shut up and fuck you again.”
She shakes her head in dismay. “Goddamn it. That’s actually what I was thinking.”
I smirk at her and tap my forehead. “Told ya. Mind reader.”

I don’t know how Elle Kennedy does it. Everytime I first encounter her male characters, pure loathing is what I feel for them. But when you get to know them better, deeper, harder… all my first impressions fail me. Only Kennedy does that to me. She hits the score in this book, 100 and 1 percent. No wonder among all the books in the Off-Campus series, The Score gets the perfect score from me – 5 stars!!