I hope everyone has a great thanksgiving
I'm a 23 year old book reviewer I review mostly contemporary and paranormal, I have a lot of fictional boyfriends
I hope everyone has a great thanksgiving
What do you do when the lumberjack next door knocks on your door?
You let him the hell in!
There he stood in only jeans and work gloves--all bulging arms and chiseled abs.
I couldn't help but look, stare even. How could I not? He looked like he knew his way around the female body and I was aching to find out exactly how much he knew.
If she keeps looking at me like that I'll have her in every room, every way, all night AND all day. I'll show her my world of pleasure and dominance. I'll make her feel things she never thought possible. I'll make her scream so loud the neighbors will know my name.
Well, they already do. I was the former town playboy after all.
Review : This book was really cute and sexy I loved it Cassie she went away for the weekend to get work done but then she meets landon who is mostly a hot lumberjack and they hook up but when cassie wakes up without landon she thinks he just left her so she leaves but he likes her a lot and tracks down her friend and they go to the Halloween party where landon shows up and they talk and then they go to a interesting sex club . Landon has to go away for three months for work so they do a long distance relationship but then Landon comes back and it goes forward to the next Halloween and Landon proposes and they get married it was so cute .
Standing in the lawn between the two houses, illuminated only by my headlights, was a man in jeans and work gloves. Only jeans and work gloves
Well, Jeannie, I might just get to bang a lumberjack after all.
You know how sometimes you can feel eyes on you? That’s why I looked up. She stared so hard, so intently I could feel it. I met her eyes and I swear I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at like that before— like she wanted to eat me.
“Hi.” I barely got out the word before he rushed me, picking me up and kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. I melted under him as he held my face and wedged me between the wall and his hips.
Landon growled at my words, probably the sexiest noise I’d ever heard in my whole life.
But I rode enough of him to make his gorgeous baby blues roll up in his head.
october 24-26 Self-proclaimed fat girl Willowdean Dickson (dubbed “Dumplin’” by her former beauty queen mom) has always been at home in her own skin. Her thoughts on having the ultimate bikini body? Put a bikini on your body. With her all-American beauty best friend, Ellen, by her side, things have always worked…until Will takes a job at Harpy’s, the local fast-food joint. There she meets Private School Bo, a hot former jock. Will isn’t surprised to find herself attracted to Bo. But she is surprised when he seems to like her back. Instead of finding new heights of self-assurance in her relationship with Bo, Will starts to doubt herself. So she sets out to take back her confidence by doing the most horrifying thing she can imagine: entering the Miss Clover City beauty pageant—along with several other unlikely candidates—to show the world that she deserves to be up there as much as any twiggy girl does. Along the way, she’ll shock the hell out of Clover City—and maybe herself most of all. With starry Texas nights, red candy suckers, Dolly Parton songs, and a wildly unforgettable heroine—Dumplin’ is guaranteed to steal your heart.
Review : I really wanted to like this book it was okay but I had some problems with it , Will's mom she is so judgmental of her daughters weight I get being concerned but there is a way to do it . Will is a bigger girl and she likes this guy name Bo and they dated for like a summer and then she broke up with him and she decided to do this beauty queen thing and she yells at her friend and they have this stupid long ass fight which I didn't see a point for . Now I want to point out I didn't hate this book but I just didn't like it . Will and Bo start talking and there moments were really sweet .
I'm scared that I don't matter , even a little bit and no one matters and nothing matters . I'm scared that it all matters and I'm fucking it up . I'm scared I'm living my short short life wrong in every possible way . I'm scared I've already made so many mistakes and I dont have enough time to fix them . I'm scared I won't die with the slightest amount of dignity ,like on the toilet or watching bravo . I'm scared no one will care when I do . I'm scared that the only person I ever loved wasn't real . I'm scared I will never get over him . And I'm scared I'm making the same mistake again.
so what's the point of what we do ? I asked if we can't provide that.
Well... He said . He handed me a napkin for my tears. Maybe part of its just to reaffirm to people.
Reaffirm what ?
He looked away and scratched his chin , covered in black and gray stubble . Then he met my eyes again , and for once he didnt look like a sad clown . He looked serious .
that we don't need as much closure as we think we do .