Friday, October 24, 2014

Book Review: Bond & Benevolence by JC Johnston. This was truly a great book that I can recommend to all readers.

Twelve-year old Ophelia recounts her journey from rags to riches to regret, set in motion by a serendipitous encounter with Samantha Raider over a violin. Sam, a strong-willed, talented seventeen-year-old dancer, seeks to break out of the bubble of privilege she has been trapped in since her mother was murdered and her father retreated into solitude.

She devises a plan to connect with others through generosity, relinquishing treasured items at a yard sale in exchange for the right to visit the objects at any time. As Ophelia’s mother and Sam’s father fall in love, Sam tangles herself in a web of danger stretching from Ophelia’s Bronx, New York neighborhood to the heart of the Darfurian genocide. After discovering she is armed with a unique weapon, Sam finds herself pitted against her mother’s killer and an entire army people who supports the genocide in Darfur, Africa.


Jeffrey Clay Johnston, born October 9, 1950, Detroit, Michigan. Jeff's family drove out Route 66 to California in 1959 in a Plymouth station wagon they located in Garden Grove until 1963 when his parents divorced. Jeff's 13th birthday was spent on a move back to Michigan with his mother, three brothers and the clothes on their back in a Greyhound bus no less. Jeff graduated from Walled Lake Sr High School in 1968 and enlisted in the US Marine Corps in 1969-71. His family moved to Arizona in 1969 and when he got out of the corps he went to Phoenix where his home would be for the next 9 years. Jeff received an AA degree from Phoenix College in 1976.

Jeff and brother Chuck took a year to backpack all over the USA and wound up in Alaska. Jeff built homes with a contractor and Chuck crewed on a salmon boat. The backpack travel continued for Jeff in Europe and Africa. Then it was back to college in Phoenix, graduating from Southwestern College with a BA in pastoral theology 1982.

Jeff married Lorraine in 1977 and they have two girls Lindsey and Aubrey. Jeff enlisted in the Army in 1986 as an airborne infantryman and served in Germany with the 51st infantry LRS until 1989 and after discharge moved to Washington state and built a home for the family.

Once again, Jeff felt the call of duty and joined the Army Reserve and became a drill sergeant for six years finally discharged in 2006. Jeff got his private pilots license in 2005 and enjoys flying his Cherokee 160, playing golf, and drums. Jeff satisfies his creative side with drawing and painting and writing.

I received the book from the author for an honest review.
This was such a touching story that I cannot help but be impressed with the author’s writing.
This is a coming-of-age book with much more substance than the average read in this genre. It is a book that has all the elements of self-discovery at that age, and where you fit in; as well as the decisions we make during dramatic adjustments in our lives—that has a huge impact in us, and what we, as human beings, can do for our fellow citizens of the world with what we have if we are willing to look deeper and conquer our own fears. We can never underestimate the influence we have in the simple act of giving. The way the author highlights it just gives it more substance.

The book can be divided in two parts: part one is where we meet all the characters in a normal every day setting with a young woman that has the desire to play music, and the other to do good for those she meets; becoming an integral part of people’s lives as she touches and helps people.
Part two is more dramatic: with a definite shift after a violent and tragic act. We see how these two young women’s lives are shuttered due to this action and their wish to find recompense in a world that didn’t make sense. Their bravery and courage just touches your heart.

Both Ophelia and Sam had to do that was best for them. Both were strong in their individual roles. But, the young woman, Sam, impressed me so much more. Her maturity and wisdom throughout the book just fascinated me; giving advice in very difficult situations and standing up for what she believed in. You can never doubt that this woman was destined to become a great ambassador and leader for people and nations. Her drive and her willingness to do what is best are truly remarkable.

The supporting characters were also interesting, since the topic was about corruption in countries and how the western world exploits this for their own greed. Each played a valuable role within the story, and it was interesting how they all meet in the beginning to really be a supporting structure for Sam and Ophelia at the end.

Truly a great book that I enjoyed entirely; it was such an easy and quick read that I couldn’t believe that I have reached the end of the book so quickly, and might I add: with a cliffhanger…my word. Please tell me there will be a follow up.      


                                        Goodreads: TBR list


SALE BLITZ: Familiar ground from bestselling author Michelle Lynn. 99cents for a limited time.


ad•dic•tion noun \ə-ˈdik-shən, a-\
: a strong and harmful need to regularly have something or do something
: an unusually great interest in something or a need to do or have something

Leah and Adam have never met.
However, they live parallel lives.
Lives plagued by addiction.

When a tragic, but common demon, surfaces between their siblings, Leah and Adam’s worlds collide, never to be the same again.

Adam loses his sister forever.
Leah’s brother returns.
Both gain a niece, neither knew existed.

Now they face an obstacle to raise a niece together while Leah’s brother struggles to free himself from the grip of drug addiction as Adam’s family grieves for the sister and daughter they lost.

A commonality is discovered.
Deep wounds begin to heal.
Lines blur as their lives entwine.




"Anytime, Leah, we’re family now, right?” I assure her. You can lean on me anytime.

 “Yeah…right…family,” she almost whispers it to herself.

  I sit, leaning against the wall with my knees propped up, watching her hang up the clothes I bought Dani today. She sorts them between short sleeve, long sleeve, and sweaters, and then color-codes them. She neatly places the shoes on the floor of the closet and then puts the pajamas into the dresser drawer. So precise and organized it makes me want to throw her down and kiss her senseless. Let her know it’s okay to be a mess sometimes and see what could happen when she unwinds a little.

 “Adam, this was so nice. I really could have handled her clothes, but thank you.” She turns her head to look over her shoulder and smiles at me. My heart rate increases simply from the happiness I brought her.

“I told you, she’s my niece, too. I could barely find something warm enough for her to wear today in that suitcase.”

 “I know, but you went to really nice stores. It must have cost you a small fortune.”

  “Well, I know women like the expensive stuff.” She turns around and scrunches her forehead, but quickly smirks.

 “True, but sometimes you would be amazed what you find in a sale’s bin.” Please, tell me I’m not what she considers some dollar store deal. She walks over to me and sits cross-legged across from me, taking in the transformed room. “It looks like a little girl room, right?” she asks.

“Definitely, just put a no boys sign outside, and it’s complete,” I joke, and she joins me.

“Good, it’s just when I came in here earlier, and she was putting those pictures up, I figured she needed a space that was hers. I’m beginning to think she’s never had her own space.” The love she feels for Dani lights up her eyes, making my heart open even more for her.


Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.  She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.  But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.


Twitter: @michellelynnbks


Thursday, October 23, 2014

Licking Lollipops by Marami Hung is currently on tour. There is also a Giveaway to enter. PG18 is advice.

RELEASE DATE: Friday, October 31, 2014


Lollipops.  Toys.  Cash.  Sex.

Leilani’s job is more addicting than sugar.  It’s her drug.  She might look meek and too young to be a college student, but she’s a naughty girl with a dirty secret. 

Leilani grants fantasies.  When a request comes in, Leilani dons her pseudonym “Lollipop” and transforms into a high school cheerleader, a dominating cat girl, or even a sweet little Victorian girl who loves candy and ice cream.

Her business satisfies her lust, pays just enough for college tuition, and always draws her back, despite the abuse that torments her afterward.

But when a gorgeous classmate finds out and urges her to stop, Leilani’s first fear isn’t getting kicked out of college.  She’s terrified that she might give up her primal lust for genuine intimacy.




I straddled Coach Banks’s firm, tan torso, and I relished in every kiss he planted from my ear to below my collarbone.  Behind me, the hard wall of his office was a little too cold, but that only added to my pleasure and contrasted with his hot skin.  I threw my head back and looked above at the mounted football helmets and Coach of the Year Awards.  This man deserved better than that.  This man was smoking hot, and I was going to help him live out the fantasies he’d had for months.

A moan escaped my lips when I felt his large, masculine hands slip beneath my tight cheerleading top and caress my small breasts.  I made sure not to wear a bra before I came to see him.  I then looked deep into his big, brown eyes, letting him know through my gaze just how much he was turning me on.  He smiled, and I saw a hint of satisfaction.  Then his eyes flashed with hunger, and my vision brightened as he pinched my nipples.  I whimpered then, sweetly, my nearly animalistic gasps heavy with ecstasy.  I knew he liked his girls to be vocal.  That’s why he liked the cheerleading team so much.

I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck and pulled myself closer to him for a long, deep kiss.  The sensation of the tips of our tongues swirling around each other sent a burst of warmth below my belly button.  He would be pleased when he finally reached down below my skirt.

“Coach,” I whispered in his ear, brushing my bottom lip against his lobe.  “I’m all yours tonight.  Please take me all the way.  I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

He pinched my nipples again, then flicked them.  I cried out, and he caught my lips in another kiss.  I moaned into his daring tongue as he continued to play with my small tits.  As much as I would enjoy him to continue, at that moment, all I wanted was to feel his big cock inside of me.

He finally pulled away from my lips, his own wet and reddened from our passion.  “I held myself back for months.  I didn’t want to take things too quickly with you.  Are you sure you want this?”

I nodded.  “Yes!  Yes, please, Coach!”

He smirked and gave me a quick kiss.  “You were so worth the wait.”

With me still straddling him, he carried me over to his desk and swept his phone, paperwork, and football key chains onto the floor.  This was the moment I had been waiting for; my heart thumped with excitement, my pussy throbbed with anticipation.  He set me on top of his desk, the heels of my feet resting on the edge, and spread my knees wide open.  He lifted up my navy blue pleated skirt and smiled at my hot pink, lacy panties.  I made sure not to wear my cheerleading bloomers, either; they would be a hindrance for my Coach Banks.

He caressed my inner thighs, up and down, teasing me for several strokes until he ran his index finger over my pussy, pressing harder when he reached my clit.  I gasped and writhed on top of his desk as he played with my clit through a layer of soft lace.  I could feel myself becoming wetter with each passing stroke and craved the moment he pulled off my panties.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when I decided to pull them off myself.  I tossed them onto the floor next to his phone and spread myself wide again, so he could take in the view of my hairless, glistening pussy.  He smiled and started to unbuckle his belt.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked him breathlessly.

He dropped his jeans and trousers, and his already erect cock twitched in the presence of my exposed pussy.  “See for yourself,” he said, his voice deep and husky.  I couldn’t wait to hear him groan in that sexy voice as he fucked me wildly.  I swallowed hard as I imagined my pussy swallowing a cock as big as his.


Marami Hung began her escapades with erotica as the narrator of J.S. Cooper’s The Love Trials.  You can also hear her in Kylie Gable’s Calendar Girl.



Cover Reveal: Unmistakable by Gigi Aceves. Will control prevail over trust, or will forgiveness be the road that leads them to their unmistakable love…


As a child, Roxy Oliver experienced her first heartache resulting in her trusting only a few…

As a man, Cody Davis experienced many deaths while serving in the Marines; however, his greatest grief was when two of the most important people in his life died, resulting in him needing to be in control….

Both lost the same thing…

Felt the same pain….

Suffered the same fate…

The loss of LOVE.

Finally, destiny’s smiling their way as love blossoms between them. When danger comes knocking, threatening to destroy what they both hold dear, is it an unmistakable love when he’s willing to give up his life for hers, or is that control?
Isn’t it an unmistakable love when protecting him is the only choice she has, or is
that trusting no one, but herself?

So, when everything’s left broken….

Will control prevail over trust, or will forgiveness be the road that leads them to their unmistakable love…

“Love always protects, always trust, always hopes, and always perseveres.”
 1 Corinthians 13:7

I’m a middle child, and no, I don’t suffer from the middle child syndrome. According to my parents, I’m the craziest, and I think, my husband and children agree with them.

Besides the births of my two children, my husband’s successful transplant is one of the most memorable moments of my crazy life! After dealing with two bouts of cancer, my husband served as an inspiration to me and my children. I’m privileged to be married and go on this crazy ride, we call life, with a man who doesn’t know the meaning of giving up.

I’m known as The Crazy Cat Lady, in the Wanted World. Am I crazy? Well, the jury is still out on that one, but I’d like to think I can make one person smile with my craziness.