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Saturday, May 12, 2018

Muriel Avenue Sluts By Maggie Hasbrouck


Author: Maggie Hasbrouck

Narrator: Julia Farmer

Length: 10 hours 23 minutes

Publisher: No Bones Studio

Released: Mar. 16, 2018

Genre: Suspense


Smart, surprising, and laced with a distinctly dark edge, Muriel Avenue Sluts is a provocative and ambitious story of suspense, revenge, love, and family ties - all in the most unexpected of places.

Seventeen-year-old Julia Turnbow’s mother gets paid to have sex; that’s just how it is. When Jules turns 18, she plans to follow in her mother’s footsteps and join the exclusive world of Philadelphia’s infamous Muriel Avenue Sluts. But before all that happens, she has just one wish - to fall in love.

Just when things seem to be going her way, Jules' world is knocked off its bearings. Her best friend, Anna, reveals that she’s being abused by one of Muriel Avenue’s gentleman clients. After a routine haircut and shave, Anna’s abuser falls to his death from a second-story balcony - and Jules is just one of two people who knows exactly what happened.

To complicate matters, Jules dives head first into a friendship with the daughter of the dead man. Greta’s a train wreck: She’s charming, unpredictable, and has one too many questions about Muriel Avenue. Then, Jules puts all of Muriel Avenue at risk with an ill-timed slip of the tongue, and she finds herself wanted by the FBI. Running from everything she’s ever cared about, all Jules wants is to get back to the people she loves.








Transplanted southerner Maggie Hasbrouck is an artist, an author, and a lover of Ferris wheels. She believes that much of our lives are spent trying to figure out the impossible riddles of love and sex. What better place to bring those issues to the surface than a brothel? Her novel, Muriel Avenue Sluts, is an edgy, coming-of-age story about a seventeen-year-old girl whose mother is a prostitute. 

Hasbrouck's large-scale paintings are represented in over 200 public and private collections throughout the world, including those of Sir Elton John, Dennis Quaid, Faith Hill, Courtney Cox, and Jon Bon Jovi.

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Proud member of SAG-AFTRA.


Clients include Kmart, Jack’s Pizza, Miller Lite, Eone Time, IRI, NOVA Southeastern University, and Jerdon.



Provided the voice of Sarita in The Walking Dead: Season 2 video game by Telltale Games.



Audiobook narrator with over twenty titles available via Audible.



Voice over training at Act One Studios and Acting Studio Chicago.



Improv and acting training at The Second City and iO, Chicago.

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SPOILER ALERT
I wasn't really sure going into this book if I would enjoy it or not. I definitely enjoyed it. It was a powerful story that caught my attention right off the bat and I was sad for it to end. Maggie Hasbrouck really had my emotions going all through this book, I even shed a tear or two. Even though the book is about a Community of Sluts there is no graphic sex. There is some strong language, but not enough to take away from the book in any way. The book does have some child molestation in it but does not go into much detail, just enough to give you a small idea. I could not of read it if it gave full pictures.

Julia Farmer narrates this book. She kept me fully involved in the story. I will definitely be looking for more books narrated by her. She put true depth and feeling into the book, her character voices were awesome. I love how she made it feel like she was telling me her story instead of reading to me.

The book is about coming of age 17 year old Julia. She was born and raised on Muriel Avenue in Philadelphia PA. He mother is a slut, her Grandmother was a slut, and in a very short time so will Julia, and proud of it. Muriel Avenue is not your typical hometown avenue. It is a street of sluts, literally. They have their own little community.

When Julia finds out her best friend Anna is being raped by one of the "Gentlemen", she kills him. It's the perfect crime, along with the help of Anna, she sprays him in the face with wasp spray to get the advantage, she then whacks him over the head with a frying pan, once he is knocked out she duct tapes his mouth, then squeezes his nose until he stops breathing. Then Anna and Julie after cleaning his face up and removing the tape toss him over the balcony. They tell everyone he fell. Barbara who I guess you would call the Madam has friends in high place, handles the whole mess by having her friends deal with the body. They put him in his car then drive him off a bridge, Problem solved. Right? Wrong!

Julia then meets Greta. She is the daughter of the man she killed. Julia doesn't tell her she killed him though. Greta had also been abused by her father and was happy he was dead. She convinces Julia to help her and another girl who was being molested to kill her father.

This death sends Julia on the run, when she finds out she was set up by Greta to take the fall.

Along the way you get to meet Julia's first love, feel the love of family, meet some strange people, and some really good and not so good friends.



I received this audiobook as part of my participation in a blog tour with Audiobookworm Promotions. The tour is being sponsored by Maggie Hasbrouck. The gifting of this audiobook did not affect my opinion of it.


Jules, 17:
Named after her great-grandmother, Julia Margaret Turnbow, Jules was born during a violent thunderstorm on October 23, under the sun sign of Scorpio. Like most Scorpios, she is a loyal friend and expects the same in return. She has a tendency to be secretive and often leaps before she looks.
Growing up in Philadelphia’s oldest and most exclusive brothel, her school friends were not allowed to visit the infamous Muriel Avenue, so Jules spent most of her time with her best friend Anna and her brother Tellow. Her nickname growing up was Sherlock because she is so often clueless, particularly when it comes to emotional matters. A romantic at heart, Jules is solidly bisexual, and while that may be obvious to others around her, she has yet to figure it out.
For school, she tends to wear the same thing over and over; jeans and a plain sweater—black, grey or blue. She is slightly taller than average, has straight brown hair, dark brown eyes, a strong jaw, and a small gap between her two front teeth. She’s worn glasses since fourth grade and has always liked them because she thinks they make her look smart, which she is. Academic pursuits come easily to her, although she doesn’t care much about them. Jules has always assumed that she would follow in her mother’s footsteps and become a Muriel Avenue Slut. Her big dream is to spend a summer at Niagara Falls before she starts working.
Charlie, 17:
Born on the fourth of July under the sign of Cancer, Charles Octavius West collects humorous tee shirts, Hello Kitty memorabilia, and vintage comic books. He is a homebody, loves dogs and cats equally, and aspires to be a kindergarten teacher, just like his father. Fiercely protective of his loved ones, he sees himself as “one of the good guys.” While he is basically fun-loving and easily entertained, he can be moody, judgmental, and possessive—particularly when he’s hungry.
Charlie has a mop of curly hair that has recently grown thick and dark. He has brown eyes, unusually long eyelashes, and a smattering of freckles that come out in the summer. Tallish and not particularly athletic, Charlie is an enthusiastic fan of any sport that’s represented in the Olympics. The small scar on his right cheek is from a disastrous run-in with a badminton racquet.
Anna, 16:
Born under a full moon on September 25, Anna Grace Mcllvaine is the oldest child of Audrey Mcllvaine. She is small, blonde, pixie-ish, and hates to be alone. Despite her physical grace, she dislikes athletic activity, preferring instead to watch videos—particularly those about fashion and beauty. She has a dry sense of humor, dreams of being an actress, and will never say no to ice cream. For all of middle school, Anna harbored a secret crush on Jules’s brother Tellow.
Greta, 17:
Easily bored, fearless, and ruled by passionate anger, Greta Elaine Fitzpatrick is the only living child of Norman (Fitz) and Linda Fitzpatrick. Born at one minute after midnight on June 13, 1999. A master at verbal gymnastics, Greta is a Gemini through and through. She’s intelligent, charming, loyal, generous, cold, calculating, and manipulative.
Appearing older than she is, Greta has the polished veneer of a rich girl—straight blonde hair, perfect white teeth, and an abundance of confidence. Too smart for her own good, she skipped the third grade, was expelled from private school in the eighth, and spent the first half of her junior year at an exclusive boarding school in upstate New York. She likes roller-coasters, the color red, Rihanna, and chocolate glazed donuts. Like her father, Greta has a fear of dogs, and like her mother, she enjoys harboring a grudge.
Vivienne, 27:
Focused, intuitive, and stubborn, Vivienne was born on November 21, in the backseat of the family station wagon. The youngest of six children, she spent her childhood in Stone Gap Louisiana, where her father—an evangelical preacher—ran a janitorial service. Her mother drove the local school bus.
The only blonde in a family of brunettes, Vivienne has a massive sweet tooth and was teased at school for being fat. She was the first girl in her class to develop significant breasts, and for that, she was considered untrustworthy and labeled a slut. On her 15th birthday, Vivienne ran away from home. Other than an occasional phone conversation with her sister Mary Margaret, she is estranged from her family.
After a particularly dark period in her life that included a brush with the law, Vivienne made a conscious choice to completely remake herself. She took voice lessons to lose her southern accent, studied Buddhism and fashion design, She does yoga and meditates to control her volcanic emotions. A chance encounter at a NYC bus station sparked her interest in energy fields and led her to take up acupressure; her specialty is treating impotence. Passionate and prone to jealousy, Vivienne approaches life and relationships with an intensity that can be both heady and disorienting.
Great Lines from great songs—A baker’s dozen
Song lyrics don’t have the same constraints as the lines in a novel. They can be unabashedly poetic, open ended, delightfully obtuse, sentimental, and laced with metaphors. Here are some of my favorites (I couldn’t narrow it down to just ten).

You come beating like moth's wings

Spastic and violently

Whipping me into a storm.

Moth’s Wings by Passion Pit
Seven times I went down

six times I walked back.

Rocks and Water by Adrianne
Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face

Gone are the days when you're the wind.

Gone by The Head and the Heart
I could not say no to the light of my desire.

Gravity by Rickie Lee Jones
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers

and all other instruments of faith and sex and God

in the belly of a black-winged bird.

Rain King by Counting Crows
And all the stars were crashing 'round

as I laid eyes on what I found.

The Crane Wife by The Decemberists
All I ask of you

is make my wildest dreams come true.

Rose Darling by Steely Dan
Are we really who we used to be

Am I really who I was.

Lucky Now by Ryan Adams
And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God.

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush
And she was there all pink and gold and glittering.

Only If for a Night by Florence and the Machine
Oh, maybe it was peace at last, who knew.

I Forgot Where We Were by Ben Howard
The grass on the suburban lawns never looked so black.

Waiting, Watching, Wishing by Antigone Rising
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom

And make 'em all dance to it.

The Louvre by Lorde

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The Killing of Miguel by Christopher McAfee


The
Killing of Miguel
by
Christopher McAfee

Genre:
Psychological Thriller

"When
someone loses a family member, or is faced with tragedy that is
beyond comprehension, the mind and body take refuge in a safe place.
Sometimes, it takes the person on a journey that many people cannot
conceive. It is my opinion that Steven will never be able to return
to his former self."



That
quote was from one of my doctors that I saw while confined.


While
it is true that the death of my father was very traumatic, what
followed was truly real.

It
was a battle of wills with the epitome of Evil.





Excerpt:


Excerpt 1:

After Dad’s death, I wasn’t sleeping well. I hadn’t been running, and my body was taking
notice. I had put on some weight, and my energy level was low. I decided to take
some sleeping pills that I had discovered in the bathroom. I took the required
amount and soon felt drowsy.
And this is the beginning of my story.
I drifted off quickly and even found myself chuckling and feeling goofy.
Finally, I thought to myself, a good night’s sleep. I soon found myself awakened
by a sweet, indescribable smell. I looked around only to see myself lying on the
side of a hill abundant with wildflowers. I stood and noticed a large oak tree in
the distance. I was drawn to it. As I got closer, I saw a girl motioning me to
come to her. She was blonde with a white gown, brown eyes, and a smallish
figure. She wrapped her arms around me. It felt warm and comforting. She said
she had been sent to guide me through this difficult time and that she would
always be here for me. She was beautiful. She sat down, I laid my head on her
lap, and she brushed my hair from my eyes. It felt so real, but at the same time
surreal.
I was soon awakened by my alarm clock. Five a.m.―time to go to work. That
dream stuck with me for days. Every night, from then on, I would try and make
myself fall asleep and dream. I tried retracing my steps, eating the same food,
taking the same sleeping pills, and going to sleep at the same time. It became an
obsession.
I had to see this “angel” again.
It was only a couple of days into our summer vacation when Beth stopped
over for a visit and invited us to meet their new exchange student. I reluctantly
agreed, as their previous exchange students had all been holy rollers who had
known the Bible front to back. Being a nonbeliever, they were not the kind of
people I wanted to spend time with.
That night, I struck gold. Same dream, same scenario. Only this time, it was
even more real.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Alexa,” she replied.
“What are you doing here?”
“A calling came out to help a young man with the death of his father. I’m
answering the call to be by your side. Are you the one who needs me?”
“Yes! Yes! Me. I’m Steven,” I answered enthusiastically.
“You miss your father, don’t you?”
My eyes filled with tears. “Yes.”
She held me as I cried and told her all about him. It was exactly what I
needed. She told me she was my angel and that she would always be there for
me. I smiled and drifted off.
Once again, I was awakened by a shrill alarm clock. But this morning I felt
renewed and regenerated. I had a bounce in my step, and the name “Alexa” was
in my thoughts. After work, I grabbed a sandwich and went straight to my room,
hoping for a nap and another visit with her.
But no luck.
Mom reminded me that the Randolph’s were having a little party for their new
exchange student. “He’s from Ecuador,” Mom said. “A very well-spoken boy
who gives very stirring sermons. We’re very lucky to have him join us.”
Yeah, I thought, just another con man.
It was a very casual affair. Potluck. Mom fixed lasagna, and all the other
church members brought side dishes and desserts. I thought, At least I’ll get my
stomach full. With a mouth full of food, I saw Beth walking towards me with the
new exchange student.
“Steven, I’d like you to meet Miguel.” I shook his hand, and he crushed mine.
Damn Alpha Male, I thought to myself. I didn’t like this guy from the start. And
as the night grew longer, I grew jealous as Hell, as Beth never left his side. She
was showing a flirtatious side that I had never seen before. It was obvious that
she was smitten with him.
After a couple of hours, I got tired of Beth and all of the other girls (and some
of the women too) throwing themselves at this guy. I guess I could understand.
He was tall, dark-skinned, and well-mannered―a Casanova type. My mom
approached me.
“Have you met Miguel?”
“Yeah, I’ve met him.” I turned and went home.
It had caught me off guard. I wasn’t used to seeing Beth with someone else,
especially someone as handsome as this guy. Certainly, she wouldn’t give herself
to this boy who was only going to be here for a few months. I put on my sweat
pants and went to bed.
Alexa visited me that night. I told her of this “new boy in the neighborhood,”
and she reassured me that, no matter what, she would always be there for me and
that any girl would be lucky to have me.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
Soon, she had me forgetting all about Beth and laughing my head off. I then
turned serious.
“Are you real?” I asked.
“Do I look real?’’
“Yeah, too real. And beautiful too,” I said.
“Well, then, consider me real,” she said and smiled.
I nodded.
The next morning, I started questioning my sanity. As much as I wanted to
believe it, she couldn’t be real. As a nonbeliever in God, how could I justify
talking to an angel? I decided to not question it and just enjoy the ride.
My mom cornered me that day after work. “I’d like for you to talk with
Reverend Randolph. He wants to know how you’re doing since your father’s
death.”
“Tell him I’m fine.”
“Steven?” She grabbed my face. “For me, please?”
“Sure.”
“And by the way, where have you been going? Your pants smell like
honeysuckle.”
I smelled them. They smelled like the flowers that were on the hillside where I
would meet with Alexa in my dreams.
I went over to the Randolphs’ house, and Miguel opened the door.
“Steven, my friend! How nice of you to stop in. I take it you are here to see
Reverend Randolph.”
“Yeah.”
“Right this way.” He showed me to the Reverend’s study.
“Steven, please come in and have a seat. Your mother said you wanted to see
me.”
“Well, no actually…”
“Your father’s death was a shock to us all. But we can all learn from it.”
I interrupted him. “Have you ever met an angel?” I asked. “Have you ever
seen an angel?”
“Well, no, Steven, why do you ask? Have you?”
I didn’t want to tip my hand, and if I confessed to talking to an angel, my
mom would have me committed to an insane asylum. “Just wondering, you
know, just…interested.”
He went on with his speech, none of which I listened to. But I did hear
laughter coming from the other room. It was Miguel and Beth. I thanked the
Reverend, who was mid-sentence, and excused myself. As I left, they continued
laughing.
“Bye, Steven,” Miguel said. Had they heard me asking about angels? Is that
why they were laughing? The whole Alexa thing was getting fun, but when my
pants smelled like the flowers in my dream, it had me confused, and I searched
for a reasonable explanation.
My meetings with Alexa were now an every-night event. I would drift off,
then be awakened to the sweet smell of honeysuckle and the warmth of her being
when she was near. We laughed. I would chase her around the tree. I would tell
her my dreams. I would tell her my most private thoughts.
I was falling in love with her.
“How come I can only see you in my dreams?” I asked.
“That’s where I belong,” she said.
“I…I just miss you during the day. That’s all.”
“Do you want me to visit you during the day? I will.”
“Alexa?”
“Yes, Steven.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We kissed.
Once again, the moment was ruined by my annoying alarm clock. I got out of
bed and started to leave. I picked up my clothes and smelled them. It was the
honeysuckle.
The following morning, when was halfway done with my mowing, I was
wondering how Alexa would present herself. I was eager with anticipation when
I felt her warmth and smelled her fragrance.
She was with me.
Inside of me.
I felt complete.
I probably looked like a jerk, outside riding on a mower with a goofy grin on
my face.
She would stay with me all day unless I had to talk to someone, then she
would disappear. I tried to avoid interaction with everyone.
The nighttime was filled with chasing her, catching her, and professing my
love to her.
“Marry me,” I said.
“Steven, I can’t marry you. I am not of this world.”
“If I died, could we be together?” I asked.
“Steven! Don’t talk like that. Your mother needs you. Your time on Earth is
not over.”
“I’m going to buy you a ring! I’m going to buy you a ring, and then we can
say some vows to each other under the big oak tree,” I said excitedly.
Alexa suddenly got a serious look on her face. “Oh, Steven, I would love
that.”
We kissed. I knew for sure that I had found my soulmate.
The following day, I took all of my earnings from the golf course and bought
two rings―one for each of us. No diamonds, but whatever $112 could buy, and I
was extremely proud of the steel-like finish they possessed.
That night we waited for dark. We stood underneath the big oak tree and read
our vows. I remember the moon being so close and so bright that the words were
easy to read. When we were done reading, we kissed. With a gentle breeze
behind us, we walked to a nearby forest. We lay down and consummated our
marriage. It was quick, awkward, and beautiful. I fell asleep.
I awoke early to go to work. I was constantly checking the ring on my finger.
Even though I was still a kid in every way possible, I felt like an adult. I made a
vow to get my life together―buckle down at school, go to college, and make a
life for Alexa and me. It made me wonder about my dad. I bet getting married
had made him dedicated to making his life a success.
Sometimes I would get doubts. I knew this was not a traditional relationship.
But it was all I had.
I had no other friends.
In the meantime, Beth and Miguel were obviously a couple. They went
everywhere together. The rumor was that he had taken her virginity, and I was
hoping that that was not the case. I had noticed that the congregation was
increasing dramatically, and I was sure that Reverend Randolph was licking his
chops at all the money they were bringing in. The church had added an extra
service on Sunday nights, and Miguel was the main draw. I still felt
uncomfortable around him, but I thought it was just leftover feelings I had for
Beth.





Christopher
resides in Fremont,Ohio,USA. A self confessed music nerd, he utilized
real life experiences with a vivid imagination to write a fictional
memoir, Almost Anonymous. A tale of a young musician’s battle to
discover the real person inside. After positive reviews he was urged
to write in a genre that was more popular. He chose Horror, and “The
Killing of Miguel” was written. A story of a young man seeking
revenge against an Agent of the Devil (Miguel) for stealing his
father’s soul.
In
his spare time he enjoys spending time with his wife,Vicki and their
son’s Kevin,Joshua, Jacob, grandson Maxwell Christopher McAfee and
their assortment of family dogs, Buddy,Bailey,Nash and Mia.







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Illusional Reality by Karina Kantas


Illusional
Reality
by
Karina Kantas

Genre:
YA Romantic Fantasy

Romance,
Magic, Action…Illusional Reality has it all.’ Emily
Woodmansee 



Nobody
expects to stare death in the face only to find out your entire life
is a lie. Rescued by Salco, marketing executive Becky finds herself
in an unknown magical world filled with happy people that try to
forget their land is on the brink of destruction.


Becky
will soon learn that her arrival is no accident. If learning that she
is Thya, the heir of the enchanting land isn’t enough, she’s then
told that an Oracle prophesied that she will save the gentle Tsinians
from slavery and domination by Darthorn, the Warlord of Senx.


It
is at a festival where she is introduced to the Tsinian council and
her kinsmen, that she learns the whole truth. The council are so
certain that a union between Darthorn’s son, Kovon and Thya will
create peace between the two lands. However, Darthorn has plans for
Tsinia as does Kovon for Thya and neither are good.
Although
her future has been planned and if she is to save Tsinia she must
marry Kovon, Thya gives her heart to another. A love that is
forbidden and dangerous.

Illusional
Reality is a story about hope, courage, love and sacrifice.
This
story is unique. No typical fantasy stereotyping.’






Excerpt:

“Wow, that was amazing. I have never seen anything like it. You really do get caught up in it, do you not?”
Omad and Alkazar laughed.
Siren left to speak to a friend, and soon Omad made his excuses to leave. “If you will absolve my departure, my lady, I speculate that my fellow Tsinians desire to converse.”
Thya watched as Omad walked over to a group of Tsinians that were similar in dress. They patted him on his back as if in congratulations.
She turned her attention back to Alkazar. She smiled at him and their eyes locked, until Alkazar broke away.
“Who do you surmise will be victorious?” he asked.
“I am sure the silver knights will win. They seem to be the stronger of the two. You are more familiar with the game, who do you think will win my favour?”
Alkazar laughed. “Nay, my lady. I disagree with your outcome. The team coloured red will triumph, for they are swifter.”
“Oh, I agree. The red dragons have more speed. Call it woman's intuition, if you will, only I am certain the silver knights will win.”
Alkazar threw back his head and laughed. “You possess strange expressions, Thya. Although if we ruled our land on intuition, as you name it, we would have lost our land to Darthorn long ago.”
Alkazar regretted his words as soon as they left his lips, although Thya seemed unaffected by his comment.
“So, a bet then?” she cried. “What will you give me if my team wins?”
“You retain the whole of Tsinia at your feet. What could I possess that you would claim as your reward?”
Thya didn't reply.
Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice. “More to the point, my lady, what could you offer me?” His eyes bored into her soul. “Alas, regretfully, I will decline.”
“Why so?” Thya asked.
His eyes shone as did his smile. “I do not gamble for I am fearful of the amount I could lose."
He smiled again, only his eyes saddened and his grin faded. “Pardon, my lady. Unfortunately, I am requested elsewhere. I hope you enjoy the remainder of the tournament. I look forward to concluding our conversation.” He bowed, and then left.
To Thya's annoyance, Siren met him. She took his arm and guided him to the other side of the arena, but not before glancing over her shoulder and giving Thya a look of triumph. Thya turned away, when what she should have done was smile and wave back. Why give Siren the satisfaction of knowing how uncomfortable she was at seeing





Karina
Kantas is the author of the popular MC thriller series, OUTLAW and
the loved romantic fantasy, Illusional Reality 



She
also writes short stories and when her imagination is working
overtime, she writes thought-provoking dark flash fiction.
There
are many layers to Karina's writing style and voice, as you will see
in her flash fiction collection, Heads & Tales and in UNDRESSED
she opens up more to her fans, giving them another glimpse into her
warped mind.

When
Karina isn't busy working on her next bestseller, she's designing
teasers, book trailers, recording audio or videoing small readings
and then working on Twitter and FB posts. She's also the host of a
popular radio show, Author Assist on the Artist First Radio
Network.

Karina
writes in the genres of fantasy, MC romance, Young Adult. sci-fi,
horror, thrillers and comedy.
Her
inspirations are the author S.E.Hinton and the rock band, Iron
Maiden.








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Tots! by Dan Whalen



Ever wondered what you could do with that half a bag of tator tots growing ice crystals in your freezer? This book has over 50 recipes with tator tots as the main ingredient. There are recipes for everything from appetizers to desserts made with Tator Tots. This is a great cookbook for families with small kids, for college students, and just people who want quick easy and tasty recipes.

I received this book from the Author or Publisher at Netgalley.com in exchange for my honest opinion.

Friday, May 11, 2018

Degrees of Love by Lisa Slabach



Book Details:



Book Title: Degrees of Love: A Novel by Lisa Slabach

Category: Adult Fiction, 344 pages

Genre: Women's Fiction

Publisher: Bookbaby

Release date: Dec 1, 2017

Tour dates: May 1 to 18, 2018

Content Rating: PG-13 + M (Adult themes including infidelity, occasional F-word, non-explicit sex scenes)



​Book Description:



At thirty-six, Susan Sinclair has it all. She's just been promoted to Senior Vice President of Mobile Banking at her firm, a prestigious position bringing fresh creative challenges and a hefty salary increase. Like the shiny new BMW in the driveway of the Silicon Valley home she shares with her husband, Matt, and their two beautiful boys, Susan exudes confidence and style.



Yet despite her success in juggling the roles of wife, mother, and businesswoman, Susan struggles with a secret dissatisfaction. Matt's work in cutting-edge computer research pays less than her job, and with each advance in her career, he has grown more distant. But Matt refuses to admit there is a problem, and Susan forces herself to play along, determined to give her boys the close-knit family life she never had.



Then she meets her new boss, Reese Kirkpatrick. Working and traveling together, she and Reese become a crackerjack team, but little by little, pleasure mixes with business. For the first time in a long time—maybe ever—Susan feels seen and appreciated for who she is. Certain she would never allow their friendship to cross the line, Susan lets herself stray dangerously close to the edge.



​A moment of weakness changes everything. Now, unable to stomach the façade her marriage has become yet unwilling to decimate her family by moving forward with Reese, Susan faces a choice that could cost her everything—including her children . . . but possibly bring her more than she can dream.



Praise for Degrees of Love:



​"Slabach crafts a relatable, heartbreakingly real story that will no doubt resonate with those at a similar station in life: women who love their families yet yearn for just a little more—to feel wanted rather than needed, to feel passion rather than complacency. In engaging prose and through skillful storytelling, Slabach captivates with an all-too-familiar story that raises questions with no easy answers."

- Kirkus Reviews (Starred Review)



"This does not read like a debut author’s book. Slabach shows herself to be adept at portraying the complex emotions of the human condition. Her characters live and breathe on the page in a way that every author strives for, but few actually manage. Susan’s struggles ring true, and the way she handles everything makes her a very likable and relatable character."

- Sarah Perry, San Francisco Book Review, 5 Stars



"Profound, heart wrenching and very emotional, it is hard to believe that Degrees of Love is a debut novel by Lisa Slabach. This is one of the best novels I have read this year."

- Rabia Tanveer, Readers' Favorite





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Degrees of Love is Lisa Slabach’s debut novel. She is currently working on her third full-length manuscript and a collection of short stories inspired by her experiences growing up in a small farm community in Washington’s Yakima Valley. In addition to writing, Lisa works for a Fortune 500 Company, leading a sales team in the financial industry. She currently resides in Northern California with her husband and has two daughters, who are both pursuing careers in film. In her free time, she enjoys drinking wine with friends and cooking in her pink kitchen.



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