By reading the synopsis of this book, I was intrigued to read it. A different kind of topic than what I am used to and I thought to myself, how can a relationship between a „normal“ woman and a porn star work out? For me personally, a big NO, I would never EVER be able to look past or forget for...
A pretty good short romance read. I liked this story about Ella and Jax. Two people who had been through a lot in life and had to learn to let go of their pasts in order to move on with the future. Ella was amazingly strong and I admired her character - she was still fighting after years of abuse...
Breeze of Life was recommended to me from a fabulous blogger friend, Michelle at Novels on the Run. Michelle is a very big advocate for Australian authors and I couldn’t resist supporting another fabulous Aussie author either. This is my first experience reading Kirsty Dallas and this was a fabul...
I fell in love with the author’s previous book, Saving Ella and had very high hopes going into this book. I was not disappointed, This book was beyond amazing. I was not all prepared for how deeply I would fall in love with the characters of Rebecca Donovan and Charlie Cole. Even after I finish...
My arm already itched beneath the rainbow cast I now wore. It was pretty, so, so pretty, but looking at it made me sad. This wouldn’t have happened if I had been at home; there were no swans in the vicinity of my apartment, and my stupid arm would be in one piece. If I hadn’t been stupid enough t...
We were cocooned in a world where nothing could touch us, enjoying an affection we had never allowed ourselves to express before. Like all bubbles though, ours finally burst in the form of a phone call from Annabelle. She had scheduled a prenatal scan and wanted to let Cain know so he could book ...
Common sense told me I was safe. Charlie unlocked the door and was keying the security code into the keypad on the wall to our left. I knew I was safe, I knew there would be no figure cloaked in darkness ready to grab me. I was scared, but safe, yet I still couldn’t force myself to move. My mind ...
I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt so damn tired. I looked around my room, forcing myself to see my things and allowing the realization that I was back home to settle in and calm me. I had been hunting for six months and returned home without success. I had pushed hard and wide in an atte...