Breaking the ice ( Juniper falls #2) by Julie Cross. My thoughts and buying links below:

Breaking the ice
(Juniper falls # 2)
Julie Cross
5 out of 5 stakes!

Oh my gosh this book is cute.
I kept saying yep they like each other just admit it.
Haley is great, I love how she was determine to win over Fletcher at first as just her partner for class and maybe a friend.

Haley’s character is so much more then the princess of Juniper falls, but not many people realize that about her. Haley ends up learning some things about herself that make her question a few things.

Fletcher is funny, but I will admit I shook my head a few times. I was like come on just go for it. But I get why he tried to stay away on a lot of things.

Fletcher thinks okay cool I will take this summer school class and it will help me. He just didn’t realize it would help him in more ways then he thought. Fletcher just wants to stay under the radar, but hard to do in a small town and be on the high school hockey team.

Haley needs to pull her grade up in civics class, so when she thinks Fletcher can help her she goes all out to get him to be her partner.
And to prove she is more then just a cheerleader and princess.

This book really is cute and a great young adult book. The characters came a long way from what they thought was best for them.
Especially Fletcher, he really learned a lot. There were times I was like really? Dang you. Ha.

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Breaking the Ice (Juniper Falls #2)

by Julie Cross

Publication Date: December 26, 2017

Publisher: Entangled Teen

The second book in the Juniper Falls series from NY Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Julie Cross, perfect for fans of Miranda Kenneally and Abbi Glines.

Haley Stevenson seems like she’s got it all together: cheer captain, “Princess” of Juniper Falls, and voted Most Likely to Get Things Done. But below the surface, she’s struggling with a less-than-stellar GPA and still reeling from the loss of her first love. Repeating her Civics class during summer school is her chance to Get Things Done, not angst over boys. In fact, she’s sworn them off completely until college.

Fletcher Scott is happy to keep a low profile around Juniper Falls. He’s always been the invisible guy, warming the bench on the hockey team and moonlighting at a job that would make his grandma blush. Suddenly, though, he’s finding he wants more: more time on the ice, and more time with his infuriatingly perfect summer-school study partner.

But leave it to a girl who requires perfection to shake up a boy who’s ready to break all the rules.

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Julie Cross is a NYT and USA Today bestselling author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, including the Tempest series, a young adult science fiction trilogy which includes Tempest, Vortex, Timestorm (St. Martin’s Press). She’s also the author of Letters to Nowhere series, Whatever Life Throws at You, Third Degree, Halfway Perfect, Chasing Truth, Off the Ice and many more to come! Julie Cross was a longtime resident of central Illinois but has recently moved her entire family across the country to continue her academic studies at Stanford University.

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Pretty dead girls By Monica Murphy.. My thoughts below and author, buying information:

My thoughts on this amazing book!

Pretty dead girls
Monica Murphy

5 out of 5 stakes!

This book had me from the title, I thought oh this is just like my fave show Pretty Little Liars. So for fans of the books and show this is one to check out. Also gives a little vibe of Scream Queens.

Penelope is one out of four other girls who are very popular seniors.
They basically run the school, they tell the other five juniors what to do in their club for the school.

But when one of the most popular man stealing seniors gets murdered at a church, things to from awesome for them to not.

Everyone thinks how can this happen in this small town? Why was she there? Detectives start questioning everyone at school. Their popular club that helps out everyone. Detectives learn not everyone was the girl’s friend.

When Penelope gets called into the office she thinks, what do I even know she was my best friend who could done this? But being the President of a club could make her a huge suspect.
But they aren’t just looking at the inner circle.

Penelope see’s the weird guy from her class in the office and wonders why is he here? How does he even know her friends well?
But Cass tells Penelope something that makes her think wait is he right?
Would one of our classmates do this?

When another murder happens and it happens to a be a senior from the club Penelope starts thinking is this person targeting the club? The seniors in the club? Am I next? Is it Cass? But Cass is so cute for being weird? Maybe he isn’t so weird?
As Penelope gets closer to the truth, she learns so much more about her so called best friends. And herself that she realizes that just maybe she isn’t such the nice person after all and her friends were no better.

I really enjoyed all these characters and this book kept me guessing. I would think I have it figured out and then realizes oh wait not that person.
Monica Murphy has another hit with this book. I do hope for another book.

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Pretty Dead Girls by Monica Murphy
Publication Date: January 2, 2018
Publisher: Entangled Teen

Beautiful. Perfect. Dead.

In the peaceful seaside town of Cape Bonita, wicked secrets and lies are hidden just beneath the surface. But all it takes is one tragedy for them to be exposed.

The most popular girls in school are turning up dead, and Penelope Malone is terrified she’s next. All the victims so far have been linked to Penelope—and to a boy from her physics class. The one she’s never really noticed before, with the rumored dark past and a brooding stare that cuts right through her.

There’s something he isn’t telling her. But there’s something she’s not telling him, either.

Everyone has secrets, and theirs might get them killed.


Looking away, my gaze snags on a boy sitting directly across the gym on the bottom riser. In the freshman section, though he’s not a freshman. He’s leaning his elbows against the back of the riser just behind him, his legs spread wide, his expression bored. He lifts his dark head, his gaze snagging on mine.He smirks, this tiny, lopsided smile that’s…I don’t know how to describe it. Irritating? Smug? Intriguing? Cute.


Monica Murphy is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author of the One Week Girlfriend series, the Billionaire Bachelors and The Rules series. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and has sold over one million copies worldwide. She is a traditionally published author with Bantam/Random House and Harper Collins/Avon, as well as an independently published author. She writes new adult, young adult and contemporary romance. She is also USA Today bestselling romance author Karen Erickson. She is a wife and a mother of three who lives with her family in central California on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere, along with their one dog and too many cats. A self-confessed workaholic, when she’s not writing, she’s reading or hanging out with her husband and kids. She’s a firm believer in happy endings, though she will admit to putting her characters through many angst-filled moments before they finally get that hard won HEA.


My review for Three Blind Dates By Meghan Quinn- Plus buying links, author information all below:

My review for
Three Blind
Meghan Quinn

5 out of 5 stakes!

This book is cute and has some funny parts. Noely is the main character.
Noely finds herself wanting to settle down and have what her brother has.
She is tired of the bad dates, trying to find the one is hard when she’s a talk show host.

So Noely signs up for this blind date app/restaurant thing. She figures why not? It’s suppose to match you up with the perfect match. Doesn’t hurt to try right? Well first Noely gets paired up with “the suit” who seems perfect for her.
But one slip up on air and it’s off to the second blind date. Which is with”the Rebel” . Now he seems perfect for Noely almost in everyway. However her mind is still on the suit. But things don’t work out the way she wanted them to.

Enter the 3rd date “the Jock”.
Now he seems so great for Noely as well. Meeting three different guys whom are suppose to be perfect for her has its flaws. However just when Noely wants to give up on the dating for awhile she gets a new message from a person saying they want a second chance with her.

Who could it be? She got along with all three guys well enough. Who is trying to win her over?
For me I personally really liked the Jock, I found him to be the sweetest out of the three guys.
I felt like I was on these dates with the guys, the author Meghan did an amazing job.

“There is no way that’s what that line means.”

“It sure as hell does.”

“That’s ridiculous. What, did you study palm reading as well as Spanish?”

He chuckles and says, “I just know things. And that line right there means you’re allergic to coffee.”

I shake my head and laugh. “You’re such a liar.”

He strokes my palm with his finger, running it along every line, making my insides flutter and my breathing pick up with each stroke. He’s so close, his body practically on top of mine, his breath pressed against my ear, his scruff rubbing my skin ever so gently. And me, well, see my hips? Yeah, they’re slowly gyrating in his direction. I would like to blame the margarita, or even the music, but I know that’s not the case. It’s my libido skyrocketing into dangerous territories from the way this man lightly strokes me in just the right way.

“Not a liar, just telling you what I see.”

“Is that so?” I lean in closer and ask, “Then how come I have coffee every morning and I’m fine? Seems to me like you just wanted an excuse to touch me so you pretended to be a palm reader.”

I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.

“You’re right. I did. Now give me a chance to touch you even more.” He retreats from the booth and holds out his hand for me to follow.

I take it without even giving it a second thought. Smiling devilishly, he guides me to the dance floor and immediately spins me into his arms where he takes my hands and links them behind his neck. Pulling me into his body, he places his hands on my hips and presses his forehead against mine.

As if it’s second nature to him, he starts moving us back and forth along the dance floor, his feet effortlessly gliding us. Intimidated at first, after a few passes across the floor, I start to feel the music and my muscles begin to loosen up.

“That’s it,” he whispers just loud enough so I can hear him over the music. “Loosen those hips, Sassy.”

A distinct trumpet and cowbell echo through the room, setting the pace and tone to the dance. It’s fast, yet commanding, encouraging us to grind together, and that’s what Beck does. His hands slide from my hips to my butt where he grips tightly and pulls me flush against his crotch. With my legs entwined with his, we stay in place as our hips gyrate together.

Breathless and turned on, I match his gaze with mine, his seductive eyes penetrating any last wall I might have had before this date, and for once in a long time, I let loose . . . completely.

“Just like that. God, you look so sexy.”

Leaning my head back, I let my hair fall behind me and give it a little shake before lifting my head back up and meeting his lust-filled, greedy eyes. His hands grip my butt tighter and I’m greeted by a noticeable hard-on.

I did that to him, and if that isn’t a turn-on, I don’t know what is.

My fingers start to play with his hair, twisting and turning the short strands, causing his eyes to haze over. Is it weird I want more? That even though our pelvises are pressed against each other, I want to be closer?

The music now flowing through me, controlling my every movement, I glide my hands down to his shirt where my fingers dexterously undo two more of his buttons, exposing more of his tan skin, his necklace in full view now. It’s a medallion I can’t quite make out, but it doesn’t matter right now, because all I care about is the muscular expanse of chest in front of me.

I slip my fingers inside his shirt and dance them across his chest, feeling the sinew of muscles flex with every move we make together.

When one of my fingers accidentally caresses one of his nipples, he growls into my ear and turns me around in his arms, causing me to temporarily lose my breath, that’s until his hands find mine again, securing my butt right against his crotch. I sigh and loop my hand around me to the back of his neck, anchoring me in place while he swivels our hips together, his lips pressed against my ear.

“Fuck, you feel good against me,” he whispers. His breath sends chills up and down my entire body as the music continues to guide me.

I push my butt even harder against his erection, heavy and obvious, swiveling my hips, loving the way I can feel his excitement so easily. I love that I affect him like this.

I’ve never been with a man so comfortable in his own skin that he doesn’t care about how I affect him. It’s like he’s proud of it. Of us.

It’s extremely rewarding.

Feeling the music, we dance slowly in tandem, letting the beat guide us. Still hanging on to him, my other hand now on top of one of his, he starts to feel the length of my leg, his body bending just slightly to reach the hem of my dress. When he moves his hand under the fabric, my breath stills for a second before he pulls away and lifts his hand back up my body until both of his hands reach my ribcage.

Oh God.

His head peers over my shoulder, his eyes trained down the valley of my cleavage. “I told you this dress was going to get you into trouble tonight and the way you’re moving against me, my self-control is slipping, Sassy.”

Taking a deep breath, I move his hand farther up my body and say, “Then let your will slip.”

“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, letting his hand move to just below my breasts. I suck in a breath from the contact and wait for him to move a little higher, but he doesn’t. Instead, he swivels his hips with mine and moves his hands down my sides until they’re resting on my thighs, his thumbs closing in on the juncture between my legs.

The heat level between us rises to inferno in the matter of seconds and my skin starts to prickle with need, a yearning I haven’t felt since . . . well since Jack, but before that, since I can’t remember.

“I don’t know how much more dancing I can do with you,” he says into my ear. “I’m about to combust here.”

I turn in his arms and look straight at him. “Then let’s get out of here.”

The way the words fall off my tongue sound so foreign to me, but then again, there’s not a chance in hell I want to take them back.


Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Untitled book I’m writing.

She wanted to wait, to keep watching. She didn’t think of herself as a spy. More like an observer. For Elizabeth really had no choice anymore.
People were out to get her, all for the information she knew.
But being on the run did have its perks, Elizabeth traveled to places she never thought she would ever see before.
But Elizabeth knew her time had come, she must leave this place. Elizabeth wouldn’t have the answers she needed from this person. Six months ago her life was great, friends, family and she was engaged. But that all changed when she stumbled upon secrets that weren’t meant for the public to hear or see. Now she seen everyday as if it was her last. Rachel honestly wanted to give up. Just end it all anyways. What was the point in trying to take down the very people who started all this? I mean it’s not like people care about me anyways. They believe me to be a trader, a spy against my own country. How could her loved ones believe this to be true of her? No she had to fight to clear her name, if only it was for herself.