REVIEW: When Joss Met Matt

‘You’re breaking up with me!’
He was silent.
‘In Paris.’
Eyes dropping.
‘Under the Eiffel-fucking-Tower!’ I screamed.

Twenty-five-year-old Claire Shorten had looked forward to spending a romantic weekend in Paris for as long as she could remember, and now it was here – three blissful days of strolling through cobbled streets arm-in-arm with her beloved, eating copious amounts of baked goods and soaking up the culture through each and every pore of her body. Well, at least, that was how she’d pictured it . . .

Even after her boyfriend dumps her rather unceremoniously in the most romantic place on earth, Claire is determined not to give up on her dream altogether – with or without a boyfriend. She finds herself a job in the kitchen of a small hotel; Michelin-starred it most certainly is not, but somehow Claire makes a place for herself amidst the dirty dishes and the foreign misfits who run the place.

When the restaurant attracts the attention of the enigmatic – if not slightly terrifying – tycoon Louis Delarue, and Claire manages to survive his high-powered business luncheon from hell, she knows that she can survive anything, surely. But all bets are off when Louis makes a game-changing decision: he’s coming back for a second course . . .

Series: Heart of the City #1

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance

Source: Goodreads


Claire is feisty, loud mouthes Australian stuck in Paris after he boyfriend as we saw, crudely broke up with her in the city she has been in love with since she heard of its existence. Louis was an enigma and hot. The ex was selfish and got his comeuppance.

Claire and Louis’s chemistry pulled you in and for someone who is looking forward to seeing Paris one day, it had a bit of everything. It was a light-hearted, funny, purely entertaining read that can be done in a few hours. I thoroughly enjoyed the food, the experience of revamping a hotel restaurant and experiencing the beauty of Paris through Claire’s eyes.




REVIEW: Sugar Kisses

Sugar Kisses—nothing tastes sweeter than revenge…

Roxy Capwell couldn’t be more miserable. She just had her heart stomped on by her cheating boyfriend, and the last thing she’s looking for is love. She hates men.

Cole Brighton couldn’t be happier. He’s a player of the highest order, there’s not a girl at Whitney Briggs University that he can’t tag and bag. He loves the ladies.

Roxy’s dream is to own and operate her own bakery one day, but with no oven in her dorm, and a lucrative baking competition on the horizon, she agrees to move in with her best friend’s brother, the obnoxious, womanizing, Cole Brighton.

Between the heavenly scent of baked goods, and Roxy’s perfect body strutting around the apartment, Cole can’t think straight. So when Roxy’s ex starts sniffing around again, Cole volunteers to play the part of her new boy-toy and things get heated both in and out of the kitchen.

Roxy discovers she might not hate every man on the planet, and Cole discovers nothing tastes better than Roxy and her late night SUGAR KISSES.

Roxy is a ball of stress and anger.
Cole is all ego and sex.
Their attraction is unstoppable.
And when their bodies collide—its combustible.

Published: February 10th 2014

Series: 3:AM Kisses #3

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary/ Academic College/Romance

Source: Goodreads


Why did I chose to pick up this book after struggling for weeks to finish something else? Oh, yeah, I thought it would be a nice break, a light but entertaining read.
The problem I find with short books, the author tries to cram too much too soon. I’m here suffering from a major case of whiplash. I’m halfway into the book and already Roxy has gotten over her hatred of all this with a penis and is jumping into a relationship with her new roommate.

“Mom, this is my roommate.” “And my boyfriend, Cole.”

Wait, what? When did this happen?? If I’m following the shady timeline correctly, Roxy met Cole a month before moving in, I’m guessing they’re on winter break since Christmas just happened and then New Years, classes start up again and I’m not sure but I think a week passes, she drinks and gets drunk for the first time, they have a drunken (Roxy) heart to heart, snuggle after he shares the loss of his dad and her her grandma and the next day they’re eating cupcakes and “taking things slow” And now she’s telling her mom that this is her boyfriend?
If Roxy met him in November, moved in to his place December and most of that was spent with family because she confessed to not actually seeing him just hearing his revolving door sex, we’re at one week before New Years, then January and let’s two weeks in at this stage…
How does a woman who was with a man for three years whoo cheater on her, who just left her in November, who seemingly had mile high walls and the demeanor of a perpetually scared porcupine, thaw overnight and lands herself a man who just two weeks ago was having lots and lots of sex, a living room wall full of tallies lots of sex.

Other than the lack of a proper timeline, I’m going through it relatively quickly, there’s a flow to the words but the unrealistic development of their relationship is driving me up the wall. I’m so close to DNF.
Last Line: “Chris, “I don’t care what he says. I’m not a pussy”


 2.5 Stars