THE CLIFF HOUSE by RaeAnne ~ Thayne Review

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Three women—two sisters and their aunt—and the cliff house on the northern California coast that served as a beacon to them all…

After the death of their mother, sisters Daisy and Beatriz Davenport found a home with their aunt Stella in the beautiful and welcoming town of Cape Sanctuary. They never knew all the dreams that Stella sacrificed to ensure they had everything they’d ever need. Now, with Daisy and Bea grown, it’s time for Stella to reveal the secret she’s been keeping from them—a secret that will change their family forever.

Bea thought she’d sown all her wild oats when she got pregnant far too young. The marriage that followed was rocky and not destined to last, but it gave Bea her wonderful, mature, now eleven-year-old daughter, Marisol. But just as she’s beginning to pursue a new love with an old friend, Bea’s ex-husband resurfaces and turns their lives completely upside down.

Then there’s Daisy—sensible, rational, financially prudent Daisy. She’s never taken a risk in her life—until she meets a man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about life, love and the power of taking chances.

In this heartwarming story, Stella, Bea and Daisy will discover that the path to true happiness is filled with twists and turns, but love always leads them back home.

Daisy, Bea, and Stella. I love you all.A stunning example of women overcoming and doing the absolute best for themselves and each other. I feel as if this is going to a perfect addition to any springtime/summer reading list. Especially if there is a book club involved. Each woman has her own story. Each is unique and captivating and each are part and sum of the whole.

I truly enjoyed The Cliff House. Laughter, tears, understanding and growth. What I call book perfection.

~Tanja



RaeAnne Thayne finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains, where the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author lives with her husband and three children. Her books have won numerous honors, including RITA(R) Award nominations from Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be contacted through her website, RaeAnneThayne.com.

THE THINGS WE CANNOT SAY by Kelly Rimmer ~Review~



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1n 1942, Europe remains in the relentless grip of war. Just beyond the tents of the Russian refugee camp she calls home, a young woman speaks her wedding vows. It’s a decision that will alter her destiny…and it’s a lie that will remain buried until the next century.

From USA TODAY bestselling author Kelly Rimmer, THE THINGS WE CANNOT SAY is life-affirming novel about the legacy of war and its impact on one memorable family. Told through alternating voices in present day and Nazi-occupied Poland, THE THINGS WE CANNOT SAY (Graydon House Books, Trade Paperback, 03/19/2019) unearths a tragic love story and a family secret whose far-reaching effects will alter lives forever.

Alice is an emotionally drained stay-at-home mom, stressed equally by a difficult mother, a precociously gifted daughter and a severely autistic son, but finding herself the most frustrated by her husband who seems oblivious that Alice is reaching the end of her rope. When a stroke leaves her beloved grandmother anxiously trying to communicate something to her, Alice is able to glean that it's about her late grandfather Saul and their lives in Poland during the war. Determined to help her grandmother—and desperately needing some breathing room of her own—Alice impulsively flies to Poland with only a photo and a name she's never heard before—Tomasz—where she begins to unearth a poignant, tragic love story that reaches across the decades to change her life forever. Slipping between Nazi-occupied Polan and the frenetic pace of modern life, Rimmer creates an emotional and finely wrought narrative.

The Things We Cannot Say is the second book of Rimmer's I've had the privilege of reading. Once again I am transported into another time. Completely immersed and unable to put it down. Past and present converge making this such a beautifully heartbreaking read. Truly, I needed a case of tissues. Two woman, two different decades, two ways to find hope and discover what the soul is capable of. Honestly I was blown away.

~Tanja








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ABOUT KELLY RIMMER:
Kelly Rimmer is the USA TODAY bestselling women’s fiction author of five novels, including Me Without You and The Secret Daughter. She lives in rural Australia with her husband, 2 children and fantastically naughty dogs, Sully and Basil. Her novels have been translated into more than 20 languages. 


ABOUT THE BOOK:
TitleThings We Cannot Say
Author: Kelly Rimmer
Genre: Fiction
Imprint: Graydon House
Pages: 448
On-sale date: March 19, 2019
ISBN: 9781525823565
Format & pricing: Trade paperback (16.99 U.S.)



Previous works by Kelly Rimmer 

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The Flyaways by A.R. Hadley


Holly’s life changes the moment she steps foot into his classroom.

Set in Daytona Beach and spanning two semesters of college, is the story of bright, young student, Holly Kerr, her beautiful Professor Kelley Nicolo and the forbidden games they play when they fall in love … despite his marriage and their vast differences.

Or maybe they’re more alike than they realize. Souls searching day and night, never resting … flyaways lost and looking for a place to land.

The Flyaways is a 30,000 word novella.

A.R. Hadley writes imperfectly perfect sentences by the light of her iPhone. 
She loves her husband. 
Chocolate.
Her children. 
And Cary Grant. 
She annoys those darling little children by quoting lines from Back to the Future, but despite her knowledge of eighties and nineties pop culture, she was actually meant to live alongside the Lost Generation after the Great War and write a mediocre novel while drinking absinthe with Hemingway. Instead, find her sipping sweet tea with extra lemons on her porch as she weaves fictional tales of love and angst amid reality. 

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MIDNIGHT AT THE WANDERING VINEYARD by Jamie Raintree




Mallory Graham is returning home to the heat and vines of Southern California in search of a peace she can’t find in the city. Her parents’ vineyard is an escape for tourists, but full of mixed memories for Mallory. It may also be the one place she can find the forgiveness she seeks. But can things ever go back to the way they once were—in the days before that long, hot, heartbreaking summer?

Growing up, it was Mallory and Kelly. Kelly and Mallory. Nothing could come between them. That summer before college, bucket list in hand, they greeted every sunrise and chased every sunset. Tattoos—check. Sleeping under the stars—check.

But when Mallory met Sam, everything changed. Older, experienced and everything Mallory never knew she wanted, Sam was her first taste of love—and the one adventure Mallory didn’t want to share with Kelly. But Kelly had her own secrets, too, until the night tragedy struck and their perfect summer— and their friendship—unraveled.

Now, after ten years away, Mallory is home and determined to make amends. No more secrets, no more half-truths. As Kelly slowly lets her guard down, Mallory convinces her to complete their unfinished list of hopes and dreams. But Mallory’s not the only one back in town, and when Sam reappears, Mallory risks making all the same mistakes—and maybe a few new ones—to try to heal that which was broken.

The prodigal daughter comes home. wanting to reevaluate and make right the issues and mistakes of her past Mallory uses a gathering at her parents home as an opportunity to set things right... or at least try. So many things within the pages of MIDNIGHT AT THE WANDERING VINEYARD by Jamie Raintree make this a perfect read for the upcoming spring and summer. Especially if you're a fan of romancing about college days of youth and looking back on things with more mature eyes.

I really enjoyed the writing style and flow of Jamie Raintree. This is the first time I've read one of her books and I can assure you it wont be my last. Coming out March 26th you can pre-order today! 

~Tanja 







Jamie Raintree is voracious student of life, which is why she became a writer, where she could put all that acquired information to good use. She is a mother of two, a wife, a businesswoman, a nature-lover, and a wannabe yogi. She also teaches writers about business and productivity. Since the setting is always an important part of her books, she is happy to call the Rocky Mountains of Northern Colorado her home and inspiration.

AFTER by Anna Todd!




My life before him was so simple. And now there’s just . . . After. 

AFTER, soon to be a motion picture, from #1 internationally bestselling author @annatodd is coming to theatres April 2019, and the special movie tie-in edition is only TWO DAYS AWAY! 

Pre-order the special edition paperback with never before published content today! 

(On Sale March 12th) 


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The BookEnd 3/8/2019

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THE GIRL IN THE PAINTING by Max Monroe ~Review & Excerpt~

Love is blind, but fate sees everything
The Girl in the Painting, an all-new standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now!

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Love is blind, but fate sees everything

The Girl in the Painting, an all-new standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is coming February 28th!

Ansel Bray, an artist known around the world for his tragic hiatus from the canvas.
Ansel Bray, a broody, handsome man not known by me, at all.

Long dark hair, blue eyes, and dimpled cheeks. I’ve never met her, but her image is imprinted in my mind. An angel muse who inspires me to paint again.

There is something about him. Something that spurs a need to be as close to him as possible. A need to find out why.

There is something about her. Something that draws me in. Something that urges me to find out what her presence means.

Why does the girl in his painting look so much like me?
Who is this girl, and why can I see her so vividly?

I shouldn’t fall in love with him.
I shouldn’t fall in love at all.


But fate plays her hand.
But fate has other plans.

The lines of my life will blur.
The needs of my heart will change.

What a beautiful mess we’ve made.


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Wow. I mean, really... WOW. A one-sit read, and an urge to remaining seated after I was finished to absorb it all into the fibers of my mind. I love it when a book does this to me. I was gripped from the very start with the thread of mystery and the ache of uncertainty. All of these things kept me rooted in place.

"The eyes are the windows to the soul, and once those windows are closed, evil and loathing spread their roots like ivy."

It's an amazing ability to make characters come alive in such a palpating way. Each with a trauma and yet a need to remain functional. That's the best way to describe both Ansel and Indy. Two totally different people harboring trauma yet on a collision course to finding peace.

"My soul knows your soul."

I've highlighted so many passages hoping to string them into a review worth sharing and I simply feel as if I will fail at this task. I'm terrified of spoiling. It's such a compelling book. Just know this, getting The Girl in the Painting is worth it. So totally worth. 

Get it. Read it. Love it.
~Tanja


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Ansel Bray, an artist known around the world for his tragic hiatus from the canvas.
Ansel Bray, a broody, handsome man not known by me, at all.
Long dark hair, blue eyes, and dimpled cheeks. I’ve never met her, but her image is imprinted in my mind. An angel muse who inspires me to paint again.
There is something about him. Something that spurs a need to be as close to him as possible. A need to find out why.
There is something about her. Something that draws me in. Something that urges me to find out what her presence means.
Why does the girl in his painting look so much like me?
Who is this girl, and why can I see her so vividly?
I shouldn’t fall in love with him.
I shouldn’t fall in love at all.
But fate plays her hand.
But fate has other plans.
The lines of my life will blur.
The needs of my heart will change.
What a beautiful mess we’ve made.

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Excerpt:

Ansel
Three knocks rap against the closed door of my studio, and I sigh. Apparently, my assistant doesn’t understand what no distractions means. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Lucy’s priorities have nothing to do with her role as my assistant. Half the time, people who come to my studio don’t even realize she works here. They probably just assume she’s some sort of social media influencer wasting time in my lobby by taking cleavage shots. Another two knocks ring out, and I ignore whoever is on the other side and focus my gaze back on the half-painted canvas in front of me. As if my hand is on autopilot, I watch as it gently creates the soft lines of her hair. Stroke after stroke, dark brown and honey-beige and gold combine to make the flowing locks that cascade down her back. Eventually, though, the knocks grow so persistent that I can hardly follow the rhythm of the soft background music serving as a medium for my artistic exploration. Fucking Lucy. “Go away!” I call over my shoulder, but the answering chuckle is not an annoyed feminine laugh. No. It’s husky and deep and rough around the edges. “Ans, it’s Nigel,” the disturbance answers back. Nigel Marx. We grew up together on the outskirts of the Bronx and found our way into the art world during our college years. Where I’ve always had an innate ability to create, Nigel has a natural talent for seeking out beauty. If anyone can find art worth seeing, it’s Nigel. Or Nye, as I’ve grown to call him over the years. Even though he’s one of my oldest friends, I groan and contemplate at least ten different ways to tell him to fuck off. I may not be as grumpy as I was before the surgery, but being interrupted during the creative process brings me as close to that level of aggravation as I come these days. But even the bad-tempered side of my personality knows a verbal middle finger is unwarranted. Technically speaking, it’s probably not even his fault. My assistant is undoubtedly too busy posting pictures of her new nose job on Instagram to follow my instructions and man the reception desk in the front. So, eventually, I set my brush down beside my paints, move the canvas into the small, hidden nook near the windows, and tell him to come inside. Dressed in a sharp black suit and tie, Nigel strides in as I head over to the sink to wash the dried paint off my hands. “Did I interrupt?” he asks, and I glance at him over my shoulder. “Yep.” A big, hearty laugh escapes his throat. “You don’t even want to pretend I’m not being a huge inconvenience to you right now?” “Pretty sure you know me better than that,” I say with a grin and swipe the extra moisture off my hands onto my jeans. “I’m not a beat-around-the-bush kind of guy, Nigel.” He grins at that. “What brought about this gloriously annoying visit of yours today?” “Just want to make sure you’re ready for the big opening,” he says and slides his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. I don’t miss the way he takes it upon himself to peruse my studio, his eyes taking in all of the empty canvases stacked in the corner and the finished works scattered along the floor and the walls. “By all means, please feel free to browse. You know how much I love that.” He ignores my jab completely. “So, can I count on you to be there?” “Be where?” “You know where, you bastard.” He glares. “Does January 31st ring a bell? The big exhibition some of us have been working so hard on.” “If I weren’t such a big person, I wouldn’t be able to ignore the fact that you’re insinuating I, the artist, haven’t done any work for the show.” He rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant. Stop trying to distract me.” Now it’s my turn to make a show of my new eyes’ ability to move. “We’ve already been through this, man. There’s no reason for me to be there.” Unconvinced, Nye presses on. “It’s your opening, Ans. You need to be there.” “I don’t need to be anywhere.” “Tell me this…why wouldn’t you want to be there? This is your first exhibition in five years. Since before the accident. This is huge. If anything, you should be there to celebrate that you’re painting again. That you’re alive.” And just like that, he’s answered his own question. He just doesn’t know it. Circuslike fanfare and a giant spotlight on my tragic past are the last things I want. I just want to paint without all of the fucking hoopla. “How about this? I’ll drink a glass of whiskey tonight to celebrate. I’ll even give myself a special toast.” “If you drink that glass of whiskey inside my gallery, on the night of your opening, then we have a deal.” It’s my turn to laugh. “Not happening.” “The press will be there. Your fans will be there. People want to see you. They want to talk to you. Interview you. Why don’t you want to be there?” “For those exact fucking reasons, Nye,” I answer honestly. “While I’m thankful people still want to see my art, I don’t need the ego trip that comes with gallery openings and interviews. I don’t need fans kissing my ass, and I sure as fuck don’t need rich investors schmoozing me up because it makes them think they’ll have a better shot at getting their greedy hands on one of my paintings.” Silence stretches between us, and I hope that means Nigel has finally come to terms with the reality of my absence at the opening. Before the accident, I would’ve been there in a heartbeat. I would’ve been the guy with the big fucking ego and some random, superficially beautiful model attached to my arm. The douchebag looking at everyone inside that gallery and mentally giving myself a pat on the back. But I’m not that guy anymore. I haven’t been that guy since the day I went blind. Do I claim to be the world’s happiest, most-together guy? Fuck no. Like I said, on my best day, I’m still an asshole. But after living in the dark for what felt like an eternity, I’ve at least realized a few things. For one, money, success—material shit—doesn’t mean a fucking thing. You can’t buy happiness. And, two? Friends are better to have than fans. Friends stick with you no matter what. “Okay.” Nigel’s voice breaks our silence. “Fine. I won’t ask you again.” I grin. “That sounds like a truly brilliant idea.” “Why haven’t I seen this one?” I follow his gaze to the far corner of my studio, and instantly, I know which painting he’s talking about. My chest tightens with unease. I can’t believe I left that one out in the open like this… I run a hand through my hair and try to make myself sound at least somewhat disinterested. “Because it wasn’t a painting I wanted to put in the exhibition.” My voice sounds slightly higher pitched, even to my own ears. Dammit. About a year after my transplant, Dr. Smith cleared me to go back to my normal life—back to painting. I found myself inside this studio with a brush in my hand and a beautiful girl in my mind. Crystal-blue eyes, dark, dimensional hair, and dimpled cheeks, every detail of her face and features vivid to the point of precision. I couldn’t stop picturing her. The way her full lips appear when they’re curled into a smile. The way she looks mid-laugh. The way her eyes light up beneath the sun. She was all I could see, this girl I’ve never met before, this girl I’ve never actually seen. She was the first thing I painted after the transplant, and she’s been locked inside my mind ever since—for nearly three years, to be exact. But who’s counting, right? I nearly snort out loud. The truth is, my obsession is nearly pathetic and almost certainly unhealthy. But I can’t seem to stop myself. “This is…stunning,” he says quietly as his eyes rake over the canvas. “She’s stunning.” His words, while holding no harm or ill will, make me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Like I need to shield her from his eyes. I feel too vulnerable. Too raw. Nigel turns to meet my eyes. “Why didn’t you want to put this one in the exhibition?” “I don’t know.” Because it’s too special to me. He looks at the painting for a long moment before moving his eyes back to mine. “Should I know who she is?” “No.” A figment of my imagination? Some kind of angel muse? I don’t know, but I can’t stop painting her. “Is this the only one of her?” “Yes,” I flat out lie. Besides the one he’s looking at, there are another four finished canvases hidden away and at least seven in progress. But I’m already pissed enough at myself for leaving this one out for him to see. Strange and most likely fucking insane, I know, but it’s the reality. “You need to add this one to the exhibition.” I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Your other works are amazing, but this,it’s something else, Ans,” he says and glances back at the painting. “It belongs in the exhibition.” Silence stretches between us, and I’m torn about what to say. Fuck no seems inappropriately callous, but I’m having a hell of a time coming up with any other words. The artist inside of me agrees with his assessment. That painting—and the other paintings of her—is special. She draws the viewer in just as she’s done with me, like a mermaid luring sailors to their deaths. But everything else inside me wants to keep her to myself. “Ans, people need to see this painting,” Nye urges. I let out a deep exhale. “I don’t know…” “Ans, this one has to be in the show.” His gaze is steady, unwavering. “You and I both know it would be a fucking travesty if it weren’t in there.” My back tenses, but for some reason, the word “Okay” slips from my lips. My stomach churns and my mind races and I don’t know why I’m agreeing, but I am. I don’t know why I feel sick over the prospect of other people seeing this painting, but I do. The way I’m feeling, the way my emotions intertwine with her paintings, is a complete mystery to me. Just like her.


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Day of the Dragon by Katie MacAlister

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With dragons like him, who needs enemies?
Real scholars know that supernatural beings don’t exist. But the moment I meet Archer Andras of the Storm Dragons, all my academic training goes out the window. Thanks to Mr. Tall, Dark, And Infuriating, I’m learning that I really should worry about those things that go bump in the night. . . and that dragons like Archer are 100 percent pure trouble.

Now I’m caught in the middle of a war. On one side is Archer. On the other is his twin brother. And I am the key to translating an ancient text that could bring balance-or deadly ruin-to our world. But none of that is as dangerous as the seriously sexy sparks between Archer and me. He’s too tempting to be real. Too gorgeous to trust. And when it comes to dragons, there’s no smoke without deadly fire.

Includes the novel WOLF’S MATE by Celia Kyle: When Abby Carter is threatened by an anti-shifter organization, werewolf shifter Declan Reed will have to convince her that there’s no safer place in the world than in the arms of a big bad werewolf.



YES!! Just what I needed. A little PNR to shake things up. This baby is hitting shelves March 5th. It's book two in the Dragon Hunter series and it's FIRE !!
~Tanja

The BookEnd ~ 3/1/2019

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