Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Review: Kill Devil Hills by Sarah Darlington

He's twenty-four. She's eighteen. 

His life is exactly the way he's always wanted it to be...stable. 
She's quite possibly the very definition of unstable. 

Noah saved her. 
Georgina never wanted to be saved. 

Growing up, Noah Clark was passed from one relative to the next until he finally ended up living with his abusive, alcoholic uncle in Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina. Thanks in part to the unwavering love and support of his best friend, Ellie Turner, Noah survived those years, escaped his uncle, and grew into the man he is today. Now he runs his own business and lives a pretty normal, no-nonsense life–one where he maintains a high level of control. 

Georgina is Ellie's younger sister. Four months ago, Noah saved Georgie's life, but he thought that was where his involvement with his friend's sister would end. Now Georgie has returned home from the recovery facility her parents sent her away to and Noah, still haunted by the night that connects them, can't stop himself from continuously trying to protect this girl he barely knows. But is he willing to give up all of the control he's worked so hard to build in his life and risk everything for her? Even more importantly, would she do the same for him?

Weeeellll. . .it's been five months since I've reviewed anything, let alone read much of anything. As I've attempted to kick the book funk to the curb, I've been sporadically picking books on my Kindle that I've had for awhile and never read. Kill Devil Hills was one of them, unlike many of the others that I've been picking, I kept reading. 

The first chapter is a zinger, powerful, disturbing, visceral. It grabbed me by the throat and kicked my book funk officially to the curb, yay!, as I proceeded to consume the book in it's entirety. 

Told in the dual points of view of Georgie and Noah, it is romantic, sweet, sexy, heartbreaking, and completely awesomely awesome. Trigger alert - the first chapter is all about suicide and it is hardcore. Sarah Darlington doesn't pull her punches with how fast and hard she grips you into her story. 

I am new to Sarah Darlington's writing, but I am definitely adding her to my go-to list because of this book. I loved being able to see what was happening from both Georgie and Noah's points of views. It's a story with a whole lot of punch told gently and flowing really nicely. 

The story was organic and the pacing was awesome. The reason I am giving it four stars instead of five is simply because I just felt it was missing. . .something. A little more information, a little less eye-rolling-quickly-resolved-angst. Yeah, there were a couple of misunderstanding attempts at angst, thankfully they didn't last long. 

BUT. The reason it's getting four stars is the writing and the characters, especially Noah and Georgie.

Noah and Georgie share a romantic tension and the chemistry between them had my heart racing and a giddy smile on my face. I had no problem with their relationship, or how it flowed across the pages. Pretty close to perfect. Individually they are truly awesome characters. Together off the charts. 

All in all, Kill Devil Hills is a sweet book. If you are looking for easy reading, and a snappy plot that moves you along just right, then you need to check this book out! It's a quick New Adult read that deals with some serious issues, while balancing it out with incredible sweetness drizzled in sexiness. 

Sarah Darlington writes New Adult Romance. Her debut novel HE BELONGS WITH ME was released March 2014. And recently she released another novel: KILL DEVIL HILLS. Sarah lives in Virginia with her husband and son. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Blog Update

Soooooo. . .it's been awhile since I've blogged. Obviously.

For many reasons, I took a much needed hiatus from blogging, Facebook, Twitter, emails, review deadlines, review requests and well, books.

I, a blogger, a fictional addiction junkie who reads multiple books in a week and has the ability to read multiples in a day. Well, I quit reading. Complete radio silence.

This summer has been an awesome one, but it's also contained a self-imposed break from my greatest love. Words and the novels that hold them. I entered a book funk unlike any that I have ever been in.

I quit picking up paperbacks, quit sliding my finger across the screen late at night consuming my obsession, like a sugar junkie stuffing candy bars into her mouth in the pantry, with the light off.

Yup. That's how I read. I read everywhere. I read everything.

And then, bam!

I suffered through a breakup with my first love and it was epic.

When the reading stopped so did the blogging.

I contemplated quitting for good. Deleting everything I've done for the last three years. Erasing my blogging identity and not looking back. I even came so close to doing so when I opened up Blogger and hovered my mouse over the delete blog button.

I couldn't do it though. My love of my blog held steady.

I thought about quitting Me, Myself & Books and beginning anew with a new blog, new name, new address. And yet.

Then there came the social media accounts connected to MM&B. Could I delete it? Would I?

The past few months have been book funk hell, a hiatus from my favorite thing in the world - books. It's also been a huge learning experience for me as a person. I learned things about myself that, well, I guess I didn't really want to look at. Didn't want to learn.

My stubborn nature got her ass kicked and in the process I found my love of blogging holding steady.

Over the next few months you're going to see some changes to the blog. A whole lot less Blog Tours and ad nauseum posts for books that a) I've never read or heard of, and b) a whole lot more of just random love for words, quotes, covers. . .books.

Me, Myself & Books started as a place on the web for me to be me. Then it began a blog with book reviews interspersing my life, and then I blinked and it became a full fledged book blog. Over the last couple of years it's become less and less fun.

It's time to find the fun in it again. It's time to be a book blog that has more than just reviews and ad nauseum posts that make me want to scream and run in the opposite direction.

So, yeah. I've been gone since May. I didn't blog or write or read for months. But now, I'm back.

I'm back and I can't wait to inject some life, some humor and some me into my blog. I can't wait to go back to being personal and just rambling on and on about the words that I love.

No more impersonal posts. No more deadlines.

MM&B is my space and I absolutely love sharing my love of reading, geek, words, and altogether literary love with the awesome followers that have been with me since the beginning and the newbies that are just joining me. I hope you all stick with me and then I can bring it on the blog.


Friday, May 22, 2015

Review: Shimmer by Angie Smuin & David Smuin

I am Lady Mariah of the 8th province. I've been told my entire life that I'm the one the prophecy spoke of. That I would be the one to lead our people back to peace. But how can that be, I'm still so young? I have no idea how or what I'm supposed to do to save my people.

The reality of what has been spoken about me took on new meaning when my mother and brother were violently attacked. Shortly afterwards, Lord Carnoff attacked our castle and tried to take over the 8th province where my family has been the rightful rulers for generations. My father was forced to send me into hiding where I remained for the last five years waiting for him to send for me.

Then the evil Lord Carnoff's marriage edict caused so many young ladies, like Bridgett and myself, to be ripped away from their homes and families. He makes them appear before him so he can search for the one with the mark. After Lord Carnoff's inspection they are placed into the auction where they are sold to the highest bidder.

So many hearts have been broken and dreams crushed by the marriage edict. Love has no place in a land ruled by an evil man or at least that is what I thought. 

How can love find a way when there is so much at stake and so much that is hidden? How long can I keep my mark concealed? What will I do when it's discovered? I trained diligently for this day but I'm not sure the preparation was enough. 

Shimmer is a fantastic new addition to the young adult scene. This is the book I would give to my kids...if I had any. It's YA, with a great story, an awesome heroine, a perfectly transporting medieval setting, evil bad guys, the triumph of good over evil and finding love in the most unlikely place. . .it's got it all!

Mariah, our heroine, is a princess, heir to a kingdom and bearing the weight of a prophecy proclaiming a grand destiny. After the tragic death of her brother and mother, she is quietly hidden in the arms of her Aunt, Uncle, and their daughter, Bridgett. Mariah becomes Rebecca, and embraces hiding who she is until she can become who she is meant to be. 

When Mariah/Rebecca turns eighteen years old, her birthday present is a locket containing the key to hiding her lineage and her part in the prophecy. It also brings along an adventure that ends up with her and Bridgett kidnapped and placed into the hands of the man she's been hiding from for years. The man that murdered her mother and brother and who has been desperately searching for her. . . Lord Carnoff.

Mariah and Bridgett getting kidnapped brings them into the path of destiny, fate and the eventual endgame of a prophecy years in the making. It also sends them colliding into a marriage edict that leaves them standing in the arms of two very interesting male leads who hold more secrets than either of the girls know. 

Mariah is a strong character who has been forced down a path that would break most people. Instead of breaking, she's embraced her future with a queen like dignity. Her tenaciously strong sense of self and kick butt spirit left me with a smile on my face. Her cousin Bridgett is just as awesome as she is, but on a smaller scale, seeing as the story is told entirely in Mariah's point of view. I wouldn't mind a book from Bridgett's point of view.

Both girls shine throughout the story, they don't take anything sitting down, they fight and then continue to fight. And the boys that come into their lives. . .Stone and Jacobs. . .they're awesome. Quiet, noble strength, and the drive to do what's right and good. Two good boys with two fantastic girls. It's very sweetly written. 

Altogether, Shimmer is a great YA novel, if you're in the mood for a clean, but fantastically fun, sweetly romantic, wonderful gem of a novel then check it out. As for me, I can't wait to see what these new authors write next. . .and I wouldn't mind a sequel. . .pretty please.

David and Angie Smuin are a husband and wife writing team. They have authored books and other materials individually and together. David and Angie are also active ministers, conference speakers and the proud parents of five children. 

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Going the Distance by Christa Cervone

Life has been a roller coaster for Gabriel 'The Saint' Vega. From surviving a hellish childhood, to reuniting with his lost brother, only to hit the struggle of helping him battle drug addiction. Boxing saved Gabriel's life, and just when his career hits the fast track, he finally finds love with Salem; at least for a short time. 

Social differences, obligations, and misguided good intentions tore Gabriel and Salem apart before they could ever really get started. 

Will Gabriel be able to save his brother from the whirlpool or addiction that threatens to drag him under? Is Salem capable of breaking away from the ropes that bind her to doing what's expected rather than what and whom she desires? Can Gabriel convince Salem that their mutual feelings are worth fighting for, and that together, they will be able to go the distance? 





Born and raised in New England, Christa is a married mother of three. She began writing her first book, Broken, in October 2012, as a love story to her husband, Frank. During the writing process, Christa managed to keep her book a secret from the majority of her family and friends, including her mother. She finally revealed that she had written a book on her personal Facebook page just two weeks before Broken was released. 

Broken was released in February 2013, and within twenty-four hours of its release, it was on Amazon'g Movers and Shakers list as well as in the Top 20 Erotica. Christa released her second novel, On the Ropes - Book One in the Down for the Count series, in February 2014. On the Ropes has also climbed the charts on Amazon, hitting the Top 10 Sports Fiction and the Top 20 Romance Sports Fiction lists. Book Two, Going the Distance, was released July 2014 and claimed the number 3 spot in the Interracial category as well as being in the top 20 Erotica on Amazon. Limitless Publishing has recently acquired Down for the Count series and will be rereleasing the series under their publishing label in May 2015. Along with the Down for the Count series, Christa's new series titled, Can't Stop Lovin' You, will also be released under Limitless Publishing. The series will have at least four books, Dream On, What it Takes, Sweet Emotion and Hole in my Soul. Dream On is slated for 2015 release. 

Monday, May 18, 2015

Release Day Blitz: Love Abstract by B.L. Berry

Things aren't always what they seem. 

And in the light, Sleeping Shadows awaken and truths are exposed.


I love you. 

Of all the lies he ever told me, that is my favorite. 


Pheonix isn't who he thinks he is.

He is what he hides.

I know that now. 


His lies became so real he started to believe them, 

deceiving even himself. 

His silence lies too. 

The truth won't set you free. It will destroy you. 

Love is deceptive like that. 


Chapter 1 
“Stop looking at me.” I fight a girlish smile, hating how I feel so stupidly giddy in his presence. I keep my eyes fixed on the oil and pastel painting of ballerinas that hangs prominently on the wall in front of us. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Phoenix simply beam back at me with that damn grin and that perfect dimple that I’ve come to love so much. I know he’s happy, but beyond that he doesn’t give much away. Actually, since we’ve moved to New York, he doesn’t give much away, period. 
“What?” I goad, turning to face him. 
“Nothing.” He looks back to the exhibit wall, smirking at the artwork. 
“Do I have something on my face, Phoenix?” 
His laugh echoes throughout the Degas exhibit room. “No, Ivy. There’s nothing wrong with your face. Your face is perfect.” He winks and then steps to the next picture in the room. It’s a gray pastel sketch of another dancer, but this one is holding a fan as her feet are turned out in some numbered position that I can’t remember. 
I smile at him intently as he feigns interest. I know art isn’t his thing, but he makes it his thing. For me. He makes everything his thing for me. And it makes me love him even more. 
Sigh. Slowly this man has become the world to me. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly don’t need a man, but I feel fulfilled having him in my life. Phoenix just makes everything better. 
The museum is eerily quiet tonight. My high heels echo off the marble, interrupting the silence in the wing. I lace my fingers between his as we stand shoulder to shoulder. 
“I wish I had her kind of easy grace.” I rest my head against his shoulder and look at the sketch. “My parents made me take dance for a year when I was little. I hated the tutus and tights and would pitch a fit whenever they made me go.” 
“I love that.” 
“What? That I hated tutus?” 
“No, that I learn something new about you every day.” Phoenix hums softly and lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist, drawing me even closer to him. His cologne is warm and inviting. I inhale him deeply, committing his scent to memory, thankful he can’t see me do it. 
“And for what it’s worth, I think you’re graceful.” 
I snort as he reaches out and gently pulls my chin toward him. I’m about to tell him I’m as graceful as a Mack truck when he plants a whisper of a kiss upon my lips. Even after a thousand kisses, my heart still quivers when his lips touch mine. I like how every kiss feels like our first kiss under the stars. He likes to make each kiss special. Memorable. It’s as if he’s trying to replace all of the tainted kisses from my past with his good ones. 
Phoenix withdraws, stuffs his hands in his pockets and rocks on his feet, heel to toe, over and over again. For whatever reason, he’s nervous—I think. Phoenix has been acting a little strange lately. He’s still his wonderful, charming, caring self, but his mind is clearly elsewhere. We’re closer than ever, yet he manages to keep himself at a slight distance, never letting me in completely. 
He doesn’t think I notice these things. But I do. 
And it drives me fucking mad. 
We’ve been in New York for exactly six weeks and tonight marks our sixth date. It was Phoenix’s idea to plan an outing once a week to explore our new city together. He even made a list of all the things he wants to do and stuck it on our obnoxiously loud fridge, ceremoniously scratching each one off after each date. So far we’ve seen a musical on Broadway, gone people watching in Washington Square, ridden the Staten Island Ferry, kissed atop the Empire State Building, and pedaled our way through Central Park. 
Tonight we are at The Met. It’s my first time here, and I’m pretty sure I never want to leave. 
Six wonderful weeks. 
But through these six weeks, I’ve seen new sides of him unfold. He’s the same Phoenix I fell for, just a little more guarded. I know he has a lot on his mind between trying to patch things up with his estranged father who is dying of cancer and getting settled with his new architecture firm. Plus, I know that living with your brand new girlfriend in an apartment the size of a postage stamp can’t be easy. But I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling me. 
“Why are you acting so strange?” I bump into him playfully, trying to hide the concern in my voice. 
“What do you mean?” He pulls his hands from his pockets and gently holds my face, tracing his thumb over my lips. 
“I don’t know, you just don’t seem like yourself lately. You’re distracted. Is everything okay?” I look at him intently, my eyes pleading to tell me what’s on his mind. 
“What? I can’t kiss my girl whenever I want?” 
He takes my hand and twirls me around before pulling me to his chest, swaying our bodies in a music-less dance. But his smile, his touch, his charm ... It all disarms me and I forget about his reservations and find myself wanting to fall into him further. 
“No … That you can do.” 
I wrap my arms around his neck to still his restless body. My eyes focus on his perfect lips, soaking in his beauty as he starts to lean in to kiss me again, but hesitates. In a brushing moment of solemnity, I can see the secrets in his eyes. I search his expression for the answers, but then he offers me the small endearing smile that I fell in love with and whatever burden plagued his mind melts away. 
“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Ivy,” he says, tucking a loose strand of dark hair behind my ear. “We’ve been circling this place for hours now, surrounded by priceless works of art, and yet you are the only masterpiece I’ve seen in this entire museum.” 
And just like that, I’m a puddle at his feet. 
He always knows what to say and when. He always knows how to make me feel every indescribable emotion. He is obnoxiously perfect like that. And I couldn’t hate him for it, even if I tried. I just wish he knew that too much perfection could be a mistake. 
Phoenix holds my face in his hands and rubs his thumb over my lips. I don’t dare speak and spoil the moment. Instead, I roll up on my tippy-toes and place a delicate kiss upon his lips. When I start to pull away, he pulls me closer deepening the kiss, exploring my mouth with his. Slowly, he traces his hands down my shoulders, over my arms and around my waist, his lips never leaving mine. 
I am connected to this man in every way imaginable. 
I swallow his groan and my head spins. Even after a thousand kisses, this never gets old. This simple display of love is so not overrated, at least with him. Kissing him has always been a heady venture. I’m drowning in his sensations. 
The sweet taste of his lips … 
The smell of his cologne … 
The scruff of his five o’clock shadow against my skin … 
I need to feel him in my veins. It’s all too easy to get lost in. 
He picks me up, and I instinctively tangle my legs around his waist, hooking him closer to my body. I don’t even bother being embarrassed by the fact my dress rides up dangerously close to my ass. 
My back slams against the doorframe into the room. Phoenix’s mouth and deliciously hot breath move from my lips to just below my ear, down my neck before coming to rest on my collarbone. The sensory overload sends chills up my spine. 
I feel his hand lightly trail from my calf up to my thigh and tease my skin along the bottom edge of the fabric of my dress. I know exactly what he’s craving right now.
And fuck, I’m aching for it, too. 
“Nu-uh,” I say, not believing the words that fall from my mouth. I gently grab his hand and move it away from my upper thigh. I roll my head back, giving him easier access and softly moan as he runs his lips back up my neck, drinking me in. 
“Ivy …” Phoenix breathes as he continues his assault of tender kisses. He’s waiting for me to stop him again. Deep down, I want to grab his hand and pull him into a remote part of the museum. 
Where the cameras don’t reach. 
Where there’s less of a risk of getting caught. 
Where I can finally ignore my nagging conscious and just lose myself in him. 
I fight the urge to strip down and take him right here in public. Everything about him feels so damn good. And every last part of my body needs him in every sense of the word. 
Every part of me except my head. 
“Stop.” I shut my eyes tightly, instantly regretting the declaration. It always slams me from ten thousand feet in the air to the hard ground below. Don’t get me wrong—I want to. I’m just not ready to go there yet. 
Life is still too raw. 
Wounds not yet healed. 
My mind still not at ease with how life has played out. 
And yet here he stays. 
For me. 
One day my head, my heart, and my drive will all fall in sync. But that day is not today. I can practically hear the old Ivy in the bowels of my brain flipping her shit in frustration. But I know better. I won’t jump in deep waters so soon and wreck everything we’ve worked so hard to overcome and build. 
This relationship is something I refuse to ruin. And clearly my track record of relationships driven by sex has worked out so well. I just want to build us up first before potentially complicating things further with sex. 
Slowly, I unwrap my legs and Phoenix gently lowers my feet to the floor. I tug down the bottom of my dress and search his face for disappointment. He masks it well as he silently nods and then presses his forehead to mine. 
“I love you, Ivy.” He says the words so softly I barely hear him, but I feel the words on his breath and the weight of his profession in every cell of my body. 
I’m a shotgun loaded with emotion, desperate to pull the trigger and catapult us into unchartered territory. 
I unwillingly pry myself from Phoenix and we look toward the sound to find a gray-haired man in a uniform watching us uncomfortably from a few feet away. He purses his lips and shifts his weight from foot to foot. 
“The museum is closing in fifteen minutes. If you could, uh, please wrap things up and make your way back downstairs.” The security guard moves his gaze to the floor before continuing to walk through the wing. 
Well, that’s just great. Had I known we were giving a show, I would have at least made it a little more exciting for everyone involved. Then again, with security being tighter than Fort Knox, it’s a wonder we weren’t interrupted sooner. Or maybe he was just watching us for that long. Ugh. 
My cheeks flush scarlet and Phoenix winks at me.“C’mon, Ivy.” He places his hand in the small of my back and whisks me toward the elevators. 
The sky is dark and velvety by the time we make it outside. It’s surprisingly chilly for early August, but it’s a nice reprieve from the sweltering summer nights we’ve experienced lately. A breeze sends goose bumps down my body as it rolls over my skin. Phoenix takes my hand in his and leads me down the stairs. “Are you ready to go home? Or would you rather grab a drink somewhere?” 
“Nah.” I look back at The Met—it’s truly stunning when it’s lit up at night. I wish we could have stayed longer and explored the other exhibits though I’m sure Phoenix was bored a few hours ago. “Why don’t we just walk?” 
He smiles his killer smile and we take off in no particular direction with no particular destination. We walk hand in hand, in silence, for a good fifteen minutes. When we stop at a crosswalk, I notice the same unsettled look in his eyes that I’ve witnessed off and on for the past few weeks. Just as I’m about to ask if something’s on his mind, he speaks. 
“You know what I appreciate the most about you?” 
“What’s that?” My heart flutters in anticipation of his answer. 
“You make living each day easier. With you, Ivy, you let the past stay there. You allow for history to be done. ” 
I know exactly what he means by this. After all, he does the same for me. 
“I love you.” I give his hand a squeeze. 
“I know you do. I love me, too.” 
I slug him playfully in the shoulder and he just laughs. “I love you too, Ivy. More than you could ever begin to comprehend.” 
The streetlight changes along with my mood and we turn in the direction of our apartment, heading home. 
We really lucked out finding that apartment. It’s an older building in SoHo with archaic appliances and no elevator. The bad news is we have to schlep up three flights of stairs to get to our fourth floor apartment. But the good news is my calves have never looked better. The tiny apartment we call home is roughly the size of the walk-in closet at my parents’ house back in Chicago. We have just enough living space to not be in each other’s business all the time, just enough counter space for a coffee maker, and just enough closet space to hang up our nicer clothes. 
But I love it because it’s ours
Normally our silences are welcomed. Comfortable, even. But as we walk down Fifth Avenue, the quiet between us is unnerving. I tuck a loose strand behind my ear and slow my pace. 
“You’d tell me if something were wrong, right?” 
He stops walking and turns toward me. “Yeah, of course I would.” He forces a tight smile and I instantly know that he’s lying to me. It’s infuriating how we can have hundreds of miles between us and be so intimately close, but then there are moments when he’s standing right next to me and we may as well have the expanse of the sea between us. 
“Really?” I ask, searching for any kind of reassurance from him. He knows he can open up to me about anything. I just wish he would. 
“Yes, really.” He sighs and closes his eyes. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now. It’s nothing you need to worry about.” He reaches out and takes my face in his hands, tracing his thumb along my jawline. Phoenix leans down to kiss me, but pauses just before our lips meet. He looks me in the eye and I feel the sadness or frustration or whatever the hell it is he’s harboring. And when his lips touch mine, I feel that same sadness in the depth of my belly. 
I pull away hesitantly, my heart breaking. “Okay,” I say softly, effectively dropping the subject. I love him enough to let it go … for now. 
But deep down we both know this conversation is far from over. 


B.L. Berry is many things. A New Adult author. A self-proclaimed music whore. A long-course triathlete. A marketing savant. And a full-time working mom. While there are never enough hours in the day, she does the best she can to get things done and hopes for technological advances in human cloning.

When she’s not hiding behind her computer writing, you can find her spending time with her family or catching up on her favorite TV shows. Rumor has it she’ll sleep when she’s dead.
She is Canadian by birth. Mexican by marriage. Chicagoan by heart. Kansan by choice. Jayhawk purely by common sense.

Residing outside of Kansas City, she lives with her husband, two children and black pug. Each day her family thanks the makers of e-Readers, because without which they would be living amongst stacks and stacks of romance novels. Conversely, each day B.L. Berry thanks the makers of e-Readers for hiding her book-hoarding tendencies.

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Sunday, May 3, 2015

Cover LOVE: Bride in Bloom by J.B. Hartnett

For Victoria, it started with the perfect dress and the perfect man...well, she thought he was perfect. 

For Cameron, it started with a devoted wife and a bright future...until he discovered devotion was never high on his wife's list of marital duties. 

When trust is tested and faith in the power of true love is lost, there is only one way to restore it:

Give that person everything you've got, nurture her, lover her...

And watch her bloom. 

In the first installment of The Beachy Bride series, we experience the love story of Victoria and Cameron. Both are no stranger to heartache, but both believe in the power of love. 

*This book contains mature content for an audience of 18 years or older. Sexual scenes M/M and M/F

Julie is a southern California native, a fan of a really good story (preferably a romance with a happily ever after), really good pie (preferably pumpkin) and copious amounts of coffee (preferably Folgers).

She has always enjoyed writing and at one time thought she might be a singer/songwriter. The 'writer' part is that one that stuck. 

Julie is obsessed with Pi...the equation and the food. She's allergic to cats, cantaloupe and hates mushrooms. So if you ever want to give her a gift, those are out for sure. 

She currently live with her romance hero husband and two boys in Melbourne, Australia.