Mr and Mrs by Alexa Riley

Mr and Mrs is a sweet, romantic novella about a young couple passionately in love with one another, but a little lost in the intense emotions and busyness of life.


This isn’t my normal type of romance, but I randomly found it while home sick from work and was desperate for something to read. What I did like about this novel is that there is a distinct beginning, middle and end. Oftentimes in romance, particularly with novellas, the book appears to just end, a style that I do not enjoy reading.

While the book lacked depth – which I’m not really faulting the author for because that is difficult to achieve in the shorter word count of a novella – there was enough there that I felt it could have been flushed out into a full length novel.

My favourite aspect of Mr and Mrs was its sweetness (unusual for me!). Neither of the protagonists were difficult to relate to or like. Neither was overly dramatic, which is another big turn-off IMHO. I admired the Mr for his passion and ruthlessness and related to the Mrs for her sweet desire to have a family and put it first.

If you are looking for a short story that you can read in an hour or so, this one is for you.

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Bad Boy Baby Daddy

Wow. That’s all that comes to mind when I think about this book, and it isn’t a good thing.


Bad Boy Baby Daddy, by Avery Wilde, is terrible. Normally I don’t post a review for a book I really didn’t like, because taste is a matter of perspective, but this author didn’t do the slightest bit of research for her book. So I feel totally justified in writing this review, and saving other readers the burden of buying a piece of crap. The male protagonist, Kaiden, is supposed to be a super-hot UFC fighter at the top of his sport.

It is clear from the beginning of this book that Wilde has NO idea how the MMA scene works, or what happens in a fight. She talks about Kaiden’s opponent trying to trap him in a corner … um, UFC fighters fight in an octagon, not a square cage, so it is incredibly difficult to trap someone in a corner … the angle isn’t sharp enough.

Secondly, refs in the UFC get a hell of a lot more respect than Kaiden exhibits and they don’t have whistles. Thirdly, when someone submits, it ends the fight, not the round.

Even before the fight begins, the author has Kaiden looking around at the crowd – not looking out at the mass of people in the stands but at individual faces, where he recognizes someone he hasn’t seen in thirteen years. Ya, no honey, that doesn’t happen. And if it does, that fighter sure as shit loses from his lack of focus. Going into the cage, a fighter might notice the roar of the crowd, the energy, but he or she isn’t likely to pick out individual faces and if they do, it is someone the are looking for like a team-mate or spouse.

Unfortunately, I had to give up on the book at this point, before the characters even came together, because of all of the inaccurate details. I’m sorry, but if you are going to write a book based on a sport, at least know how said sport is conducted.

*  (yes, my first one star review)


Emotional, emotional, emotional

I’ve realized over the past few months that reading can be a very different experience for different people. I am an emotional reader; I think this helps to explain why I tend to read the same books over and over rather than constantly exploring new ones. I read a book (or pick and choose scenes across multiple books) based on the mood that I am in and I will start to miss the characters like old friends, when I stray for too long.

I make an emotional connection to the books, and find it strange when friends or family don’t fall in love with one like I did. But something that I have learned over the last month is that there are other qualities to literature that draw some people in.

I was recently sitting in an RA (readers’ advisory) workshop, and many of the librarians were discussing how the language of a book is what attracts them to a particular author, and it almost doesn’t matter what they are reading as long as it is that flowing, lyrical style. Many, though not all, of these ladies were passionate about the classics, one a self-confessed “book snob”, and all claimed to only be able to read something that is “well-written”.

I think I’m the opposite.

I was too timid and embarrassed in the workshop to admit to liking Fifty Shades of Grey – though it isn’t one I have re-read. For me, flowery writing is actually a deterrent. Books that have a lot of description are boring to me. I want to get right to the meat of the story. I want passion and explosions and something so dark that it makes me feel a little squeamish inside, so that I have to examine my morals, and possibly my sanity.

I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I like romance, or dark romance. My tastes are valid. So are yours. And judging by the romance e-book industry, these tastes are very popular.

So I’m sorry that I haven’t written in a few months. Or not that sorry. I write for me, because I need a creative outlet in my life and this works far better than journaling. But over the last four months or so, I was working 80 hours a week and didn’t have the energy to write. Now my schedule is back to a slightly more manageable amount, at least for now… and I feel excited to get back on here. I have read so many books that it is a little overwhelming to figure out where to start, so I am not setting any expectations, goals or schedules for myself other than this: I’ll write when the words move me.

And not a second before.