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Hi I'm Janna and I am a book whore! I started this blog after being a part of another for years. While being a big blog may be nice I like to stay true to me having a love for books, that's why I blog. I love books and I want to share that love with my readers of this blog. I love to read, books are my escape and a huge part of my life besides my husband and two children. I am honest and sometimes sassy in my reviews but never mean. Some of my favorite authors include Kristen Ashley, Penelope Douglas, T.M. Frazier, M.N. Forgy, Rachel Van Dyken, Meghan March and Vi Keeland to only name a few!

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Sunday, February 4, 2018

Release Blitz! Stud By Kelly Siskind


A down-to-earth carpenter. A Prada loving personal shopper. 

A Habitat for Humanity project that erects more than walls…
The word “nail” has so many meanings:
Ainsley Hall’s manicured nails belong in the Museum of Modern Art.
The fashionista hammers nails at Habitat for Humanity.
She desperately wants to nail Owen Phillips.
Unfortunately, she mistakenly thinks he’s gay.
Owen’s never-ending divorce has taken a turn from messy to downright vindictive. Yearning for the simpler things in life, like working with his hands, he joins a Habitat build. Turns out he also wants to work over Ainsley Hall…but the confusing bombshell flirts blatantly with other men.
When Ainsley discovers Owen’s true sexuality, their mutual attraction ignites, but he hasn’t shared the extent of his divorce drama. If he can’t disprove his ex’s false allegations, it will take more than hammers and nails (and nailing studs) to keep their walls from caving in.


Stud is the first book by this author that I have read but it will not be the last,  It was overall a cute romantic comedy that had me smiling more than once throughout the book.  However, I did at times almost stop reading it because I felt like something was not working quite right.  I liked the premise of the book but I do believe I would have liked the book more had I read the first book.  It says it is a standalone but I feel like I missed something by not having read it.  There is a dynamic with Ainsley and her friends that needed to have that background known when going in.

I liked Ainsley but at times I also wanted to shake her and scream for her to not only wake up but grow up.  Owen was dealing with the soon to be ex-wife from hell, he didn’t need Ainsley’s drama on top of his.  I thought my husband’s ex-wife is a piece of work but she is nothing compared to Owen’s.  I felt for Owen, he had the odds stacked against him with Ainsley from the start and he was a nice guy who didn’t deserve everything he went through. 

I think I will go and read the first book and read this one again because I want to read the next book as well.  While this one wasn’t a total hit for this book whore, it was still overall an enjoyable read.










Her gaze dipped down my body, slow and languid, soaking me in. Something in me twitched to life, like a phantom limb reminding me hot blood once pumped through my veins. All my veins. My groin got heavy, heat flushing my thighs. Because she looked at me. I let that notion marinate and did my best to keep my brain on target. “If you plan on volunteering, show up at the construction site at 8:30 a.m. sharp. Nick will take you through the paces.” “Will you be here?” “Possibly.” “Are you here every day?” “Some.” “Do you often answer questions with one word?” “Depends.” She tipped her head, those stunning eyes intent upon me. Suddenly, heading home for beers and pizza didn’t sound as appealing. I dug my boots deeper into the earth. She swiped her tongue across her full bottom lip. “All right, tough guy. I’ll be here next week, volunteer ready, where you may or may not be, depending on if you do or do not decide to show up.” Every word dripped with flirtatiousness, but I stayed quiet. The way I’d all but grunted at her so far, probably better to keep my mouth shut. So we stood there—her waiting on me to speak, a skateboarder barreling down the road at our left. Me unsure why she was affecting me. I missed being with a woman. Missed the slide of soft skin and wet mouths, and locking my girl in my arms for the night. But I’d sworn I’d do it right this time. Not rush in. Make sure I dated someone with depth and interests outside of making bank. Everything about this spitfire girl read narcissistic. When our silence slipped into awkward, she fluttered her fingers in my face. “It’s been…interesting.” I offered her a curt nod. Chuckling to herself, she spun around, but her right heel wedged into the loose dirt. Those damn shoes were lethal. She sank an inch and teetered, but seemed to catch herself. Then her massive purse fell. The thick strap landed on her forearm, tipping the balance. She shot out her hand, struggling to stay upright. I lunged for her, clasping her trim waist to hold her steady. And close. Too close. Not near enough for her to feel how I was thickening behind my zipper, but the air swelled. It dilated with feminine scents. Something sweet. Nice.  She smelled like chocolate. My hands spanned her waist from behind, her curves above and below all woman. Hour glass, like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe. Jean Harlow. Mae West. Over the years, I’d watched every classic movie there was, wishing I could slip to a time when men danced and women sang and loyalty and love were valued over getting ahead. An old soul, my nana always said. Or a romantic. Or just plain trouble. Now I had my hands on a dangerous beauty.






A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her husband in northern Ontario. When she’s not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head. She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to eat her feelings—gummy bears heal all. She’s also an incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee hours of the morning.






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