Books read in October

A Gypsy’s Kiss by Susan Griscom *Star**Star**Star**Starw**Starw*

Redeeming Hope by Shell Taylor *Star**Star**Star**Star**Starw*

Hell on Wheels by Z A Maxfield *Star**Star**Star**Star**Starw*

Alaska With Love by Sandrine Gasq-Dion *Star**Starw**Starw**Starw**Starw*

An Honorable Man by Sandrine Gasq-Dion *Star**Star**Star**Star**Starw*

A Selfless Man by Sandrine Gasq-Dion *Star**Star**Star**Starw**Starw*

Rented Heart by Garrett Leigh *Star**Star**Star**Star**Starw*

All Chained Up by Sophie Jordan *Star**Star**Star**Starw**Starw*

The Arrangement by Felice Stevens *Star**Star**Star**Star**Starw*

A Selfless Man by Sandrine Gasq-Dion
This was very easy to read, but there wasn’t much conflict. Michael was in love from very early in the book and never faltered in that. Also, although Michael claimed that he wasn’t perfect, the author never showed us any of his flaws.

All Chained Up by Sophie Jordan
The book was easy to read, but the relationship didn’t feel believable. The heroine was still nervous and wary, and all of a sudden she’s inviting him to her place for hot monkey sex? I don’t think so. And with a history of abusive men in her life, his violent outburst at a family gathering (which was NOT okay) was forgiven by both her and her sister? I don’t think so. And how come Martin never pressed charges? It would have been in character for him to do so.

Crazy

She spoke of charcoal lies and black beetle pies, of interstellar flight and the thesis she’d write. She ranted about spiders and how they’re entrapping the nation, and the plight of the seagulls that pillage the waste station. Her long fingered hands flew as she gesticulated admonitions, and used her cutlery to conduct invisible musicians. I watched as three perfectly spherical green peas rolled off the table in a bid for freedom, and I felt a curious empathy with them.

Desideratum

Stumbling through the fog
of apathy,
falling apart,
arms tight around myself
a futile attempt to keep it together…
I need you.

I need your warm skin,
the smell of heated citrus
and spice that drifts into me
like a languid welcome,
and the peace that comes when
loves follows honesty.

Don’t care enough to
pretend anymore,
and you’re the only one
who’ll love me when
I don’t.