Friday 30 August 2019

❤ The Day We Meet Again ❤ Miranda Dickinson ❤

  • ISBN: 9780008323219
  • ISBN 10: 0008323216
  • Imprint: HQ Fiction - GB
  • On Sale: 02/09/2019

‘We’ll meet again at St Pancras station, a year from today. If we’re meant to be together, we’ll both be there. If we’re not, it was never meant to be . . .’
Phoebe and Sam meet by chance at St Pancras station. Heading in opposite directions, both seeking their own adventures, meeting the love of their lives wasn’t part of the plan. So they make a promise: to meet again in the same place in twelve months' time if they still want to be together.

But is life ever as simple as that?

This is a story of what-ifs and maybes – and how one decision can change your life forever…

ARC received from Harper Collins Australia for an honest review

The Day We Meet Again has the feel of the movies Before Sunrise and Serendipity to it.

Sam and Phoebe's meet cute had me adoring them right from the get go.  Yes, this story is pure fluff, but sometimes that it just what the head and the heart want.

There are many ups and down in their year away from each other, but they are each other's constant. I am not one for insta-love, however I could suspend belief for long enough to get into this story.

But will they still be?

I enjoyed their postcards (wait, they still make postcards) and letters to each other, and makes it feel more real, that they are not just living it as a phone call away.

I did get frustrated in the later part of the story - where is all the communication they have been doing for a year gone?

 At times, both Sam and Phoebe felt very immature for their ages - particularly Phoebe. I liked their sense of adventure, but sometimes came across as teenagers away from mummy and daddy for the first time.

So whilst this was a light read that I kept on reading, however I don't think it is one I would race back to read again.


Wednesday 28 August 2019

✤ HANDLE WITH CARE ✤ Helena Hunting ✤ #ShackingUpUniverse5 ✤ #BlogTour #Excerpt ✤

© Bianca Janeane

• 27 August 2019
• standalone #RomCom
• Book #5 in the Shacking Up universe

5 Stars

New York Times bestselling author of SHACKING UP and I FLIPPING LOVE YOU Helena Hunting mixes humor and heart in this scandal-filled romantic comedy.


Between his parents’ messed up marriage and his narcissistic younger brother, Lincoln Moorehead has spent the majority of his life avoiding his family. After the death of his father, Lincoln finds himself in the middle of the drama. To top it all off, he’s been named CEO of Moorehead Media, much to his brother’s chagrin. But Lincoln’s bad attitude softens when he meets the no-nonsense, gorgeous woman who has been given the task of transforming him from the gruff, wilderness guy to a suave businessman.


Wren Sterling has been working double time to keep the indiscretions at Moorehead Media at bay, so when she’s presented with a new contract, with new responsibilities and additional incentives, she agrees. Working with the reclusive oldest son of a ridiculously entitled family is worth the hassle if it means she’s that much closer to pursuing her own dreams. What Wren doesn’t expect is to find herself attracted to him, or for it to be mutual. And she certainly doesn’t expect to fall for Lincoln. But when a shocking new Moorehead scandal comes to light, she’s forced to choose between her own family and the broody, cynical CEO.

Lincoln's father just died and his grandma wants him to take over the family business. Because his idiot of a brother Armstrong would run it into the ground within months.
Lincoln hates New York. He wants to build houses in Guatemala!
But he promised grandma he'll stay for six months.
Enter Wren. She's been hired by Lincoln's mom to keep idiot Armstrong out of the tabloids and away from law suits. And now that wilderness-lumberjack Lincoln is back in town - she's also been tasked with making him presentable.




Another cute and funny and sparky and sexy and serious romance in this amazing series!
I just loved Lincoln and Wren. I loved how they just meet and argue and fall for each other and start seeing each other with no unnecessary drama and other stuff I usually get in books.
I just loved that. Then I hated the thing that happened at the 70% mark - I hated that it looked like they were going to do what all book people do and NOT talk to each other. But they did and I loved it.
The story was maybe not as funny and ΓΌber-amazing as I wanted it to be... but I really loved the people in it and there were great moments. I just love this series!
Can't wait for more1

HANDLE WITH CARE was an adorable & funny & sexy office romace! I LOVED it! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Lincoln - this one is MINE!!!!

ARC received for an honest review

Another super cute story in the Shacking Up universe - and Handle With Care is right up there with my favourites (Linc gave Lex a run for his money though!).

I have adored Wren from when I have met her previously, and now I just love that fiesty woman.  I love her snark, I love her strength and how she doesn't put up with anybody's crap.

I feel for Linc, as he gets dragged back into family drama and the family business after running far, far away - and I don't blame him for it either!

And then Armstrong - he really is a complete and utter ar$e, and I hope he gets an STI and his d!ck drops off!

I am glad that our lovelies, though fighting all the way, made their way to their happy.  There was one point when I was "oh hell no, don't you do this" but they didn't - so yay for being adulty and sh!t!

There were some great secondary characters that I freaking loved - I don't want to spoil them for you though, but you will love one in particular.


“You have a suit fitting tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning? I have lots of suits; I’ll make one of those work.”
“Are they like the ones you wore to the funeral?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, they may have fit you five years ago, but they certainly don’t fit you now. I’ll text you the details and add them to your personal calendar.”
“You can’t do that without my cell number.” His smugness would be grating if I wasn’t two steps ahead of him.
I flash a fake smile. “I already have all of your personal details, Lincoln. Right down to your shoe size. And you can’t be late like you were this morning, so it might be a good idea to avoid the scotch tonight so you’re less bear and more human. You’ll need to use these things called manners. I can email you a refresher on what those are, should you need it.”
“Sarcasm is a weapon of the weak.”
My ears are on fire as he heads for the door. Jerk. I was being witty, not sarcastic. “Thanks so much for offering to help clean up the mess you made.” I turn to address the crinkled papers scattered on the floor.
It’s common courtesy to offer assistance if you’re the one who made the damn mess. Even Armstrong, who is the most epic of douches, has some manners. Usually he’ll try to look up a skirt or down a shirt while he’s being polite, but it’s better than this.
I turn to retrieve the papers when two things happen, a power surge ramps up the box fans—it happens at least twice a day, and at the same time Lincoln pulls the door open again. The simultaneous actions create a vortex of air inside my office, and my skirt flutters into the air. Like I’m Marilyn Monroe and I’ve stepped onto one of those subway grates. The fabric rises quickly, and a breeze hits me right between the legs, which is the exact moment I remember that I’m not wearing panties. Because they were covered in the coffee Armstrong spilled in my lap.
I drop the papers and battle the fabric back down. It’s fruitless, though, the wind tunnel whirls through the room like Dorothy’s freaking tornado, and the back of my dress goes up. I meet Lincoln’s gaze from across the small room. All it takes is a second of eye contact before those ridiculously blue eyes pull me in, and weird, inappropriate things start happening to my body. It’s irritating as hell. I don’t even like this guy, but my body seems as if it hasn’t gotten the same memo as the rest of me. Even more aggravating is the realization that based on his expression, he totally caught an eyeful of cooch.
Lincoln stands frozen at the door, eyes wide and fixed on my crotch, mouth hanging open.
“Close the damn door!” My voice is siren high. And loud.
“Right. Yes. I’m going. Now.” He steps out of my office, pulling the door closed behind him.
My dress settles around my knees. “Dammit.” I drop into my chair, which is probably what I should’ve done as soon as the wind tunnel started, but clearly I’d been too panicked to think straight.
On the upside, I went to see my waxer last week, so he’s seen my girl bits when they’re looking their finest.

On the downside, my project for the next six months has seen my naked girl bits.




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Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s putting her degree in English Lit to good use by writing contemporary erotic romance. She is the author of Clipped Wings, her debut novel, and Inked Armor.