For me, Beckoning Light fell in the middle of liking it and not liking it. I will admit I was drawn in from the first chapter and I remained glued to the story as it moved along at a brisk pace. Ivy wrote a unique fantasy that keeps the reading wanting to learn more the world she created.  However …

I was unexpectedly captivated by Notes to Self.  Since it is an indie, I was expecting it to be a little rough around the edges, but in honestly it had the feel and flow of many published contemporary young adult novels. In fact, I’m surprised that a publisher hasn’t picked this book up yet …

The concept of Finding Fiona really intrigued me, but as the story developed it didn’t quite meet my expectations. First of all it’s a novella, so I knew going into that it would short and there was the possibility of the story not being as developed as I may prefer.  I’ve read other novellas before and was satisfied by the length and compact story. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for Finding Fiona …

The sky is blue, the sea air is crisp, and the public executions bring to justice the wrong doers and keep peace amongst the people.  Or so it would seem in the city of Caldaria.  But that is only the surface.  Underneath boils the deceit of corrupt leaders who use vicious means to reach a bitterly self-serving end.  Only one thing stands in their way …

I really wanted to like this book, but unfortunately, I had trouble connecting to Break Away.  I had complaints about the characters, the story, and the writing.  It was a little slow moving in the beginning and then when the mystery behind the comas starts to unravel the story became weird. In addition …

Mercy is a teenage succubus. She learned the hard way that kissing boys leads can be deadly. Despite her efforts to be refrain from this popular teenage past time, she gets swept into a relationship that she just can’t say no to. However, every moment with him she worries that she could be the one to end his life. And he’s not the only one she’s worried about …

It’s been awhile since a book made me think about it whenever I was not reading it.  The pull to read it came frequently when I was working, trying to go to bed, or out and about.  Then a part of me ached knowing that, at that moment, reading was not an option and I would have to wait.  As I reached the second half of the book, I began toting it around with me everywhere eager to read it when ever I had a free second …