NOTE I did receive this for free, for review. I’m not paid for this review.
Now that that’s out of the way … on to the review.
I wasn’t a huge fan. I think part of it is how FAST Gideon “got over” his PTSD. Like, he found out that a painting he got from someone he knew that had been attached to his squad was worth money, he was okay.
Okay, that over-simplified it, but it did feel really fast. That’s a problem with romance novels, though. That happens A LOT.
My goal isn’t really ambitious. It’s 3 books a week. I can do that. Easily. I read 206 books last year!
But my goal this year is to read more than just romance novels.
Some self-help. Some basic fantasy. I’m going to try all the genres.
Okay, not really, but I am going to try and read something besides romance novels.
I’m currently reading (along with an actual romance novel) “” by Ryder Carroll.
I love my bullet journal. I don’t do a traditional one in a book (I do have books. LOTS of books. Several ones, including the actual that came out this year). But I have a , instead. I got mine from Michaels, and I love it. I can have more than one, and switch them out as I get bored with the color or the design. I have a for my A5. That’s the size I prefer to work with.
Okay, my ADHD is kicking in and now I’m focusing on something different. I was explaining a book I was reading. We’re talking about books here. The planner talk will come later, I promise.
So, my goal is small, but I plan on making CHANGES to what I read. Hey look! That word of the year! You saw it in yesterday’s post too!
As you can see, the goal isn’t too out there. 2014, I read over 300 books. 2015, I don’t think I even DID a challenge. 2015 was a weird year for me. I honestly don’t even remember MOST of 2015 :O
2016 was the full year of me working. I was still only technically part-time, but I remember working 10-15 days in a row. I remember having an “OT battle” with coworkers.
2017 was the year I went full-time. 2017 was the year both kids were starting school during the time Josh would be home.
Oh. 2018. I barely made my goal of 200. I chose several short small books to reach that goal. I read like 4 or 5 books in one day during that time. I didn’t feel like I cheated but I did feel like I could have chosen different books and just dealt with not hitting 200 books for the year!
So, 2019 will be year of making changes to my reading habits. I will read what I enjoy, but I will attempt to branch out. I shared a link on my Facebook (personal, but I will share it right now on my FB blog page).
I missed a book in-between, and sadly, won’t be able to read that book for a bit, because, sadly, someone stole our credit card number, and yeah, dealing with that. So, until I get a replacement card, I can’t get any new books π This one I already had on hand.
But, onto the book, I will admit to being a little lost because of a missing book (or two), but not so much so that it messed with the storyline. I was able to follow along to the story parts that mentioned the other books.
Axel, Leandra’s brother, is part of a detective’s agency (for lack of a better word, private CIA almost), along with Tristan, the uncle, and I think even Jefferson, Axel & Leandra’s father. Tara is someone that Axel is supposed to protect, and her brother was Axel’s contact for something.
Well, they … cough got together, and a baby makes three. She didn’t tell him until she absolutely had to, after someone had burned down her house. He declares they have to get married.
I don’t understand that. I understand they’re all about family, but you don’t have to be married to be a part of a family. But that might just be me. They always seem to have that “issue” in romance novels.
All in all, it was a good book. I was glad to see that Ryan isn’t really dead, and that he’s making his way, slowly, back to family.
Whu? I don’t need no stinkin’ certified diamonds to prove that Josh loves me. I know he does in everything he says and does.
But those women who do? They need to get off their asses and get a job. Buy your own damn jewelry. If you demand a man buy it for you, youβre nothing but a god damned gold-digger.
Yeah, I have no idea where that came from. Just random ramblings from too many romance novels, π