New Blog Name?!?!?

Sorry for the change everyone, but I realized that when I named my blog I wasn’t in the mindset of books and ended up naming it something that wasn’t even related. So I have changed the name of my blog to incorporate books, so that people know its a book blog and will hopefully get more views this way. The only reason I want more views is so that I know people are seeing my recommendations (etc.) and so I know people are able to experience the amazing books I’ve discovered!! So I am sorry for any confusion but I hope the new name makes everything better(:


Favorite Book Boyfriends!?!

Who are your favorite guys?

Mine are Gideon, Kellan, Remy, and Simon.

I could probably name more…but then I’d be listing the guys from every book I’ve read! o.O

I would name Christian, but I’ve read so many great books and I think these guys are better than him in my book. But to each, her own. I figure many of you would pick Christan as your number one because he was your first and always will be your favorite.

So go ahead and leave your picks for your favorite book boyfriends in the comments! I want to see if there is anyone I haven’t met yet!

Feel free to post away! xoxo

Bookish Temptations Giveaway: Rush and Fever by Maya Banks

Giveaway: Rush and Fever by Maya Banks. Bookish Temptations is hosting ^^this awesome giveaway! All you have to do is comment on the blog post! :)  They’re giving away Both Rush and Fever by Maya Banks! The giveaway ends tomorrow so make sure you get your comments in! The winner is going to be announced on Sunday, so if you already left your comment be on the lookout for the announcement!

Most Anticipated Books

I made a poll for everyone to check out. There are quite a few good books we are waiting for the release of and I want to know which one you absolutely can’t wait for!

Back From Being MIA

Oh wow. I have not been on here in forever.  I apologize, I just haven’t been feeling things to post.  Recently, as in the time I’ve been missing, I’ve been working a lot so its harder to get on here.  I made four three crafts, the diaper cupcakes (which I posted), a beer cake for my fiance, a lollipop topiary for my moms 50th.  I could have sworn that I did one more, but I guess not.  So since I’ve been doing nothing but working my ass off I also haven’t been doing much writing.  I have a different writing style.  Right now I’m not really sure that I’m writing scenes for the same book all in all.  They may just be random scenes.  But anyway, I digress.  I write the scenes as I see them.  I don’t start from the beginning, middle, or even end.  I also having really had my muse with me the last few months so its been hard going trying to figure out scenes to write.  Below I’m posting what I envisioned as the start of my “book” story.  I won’t call it a book because it may never reach that status.  So here you go, this is titled “Moving Day”.  Its a partial, and not complete and will probably be changed around a bit within the final project.


“Come on, E. Today’s the big day so get your ass moving.” My best friend Gabrielle said as she bounced on my bed.

“Go away whore!” I mumbled as I pulled the covers over my head and snuggled further down into my cocoon, “Why are you so chipper anyway Gabby?”  That comment earned me a slap.  Gabrielle absolutely loathes being called Gabby, according to her; it’s the equivalent to being called Satan.

“Don’t call me that! What’s the big deal anyway?  You get a fresh start in a new town and I get to come with you!”

“I know, I know.  It’s just going to take me awhile to get used to, I hate that we have to just up and change our life that we have here.  Plus you know I’m not a morning person!”  She pulled the covers off my bed and jumped up to snuggle next to me.  “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine!”

I turned over so I was facing her, and gave her a pointed look.  “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.”  She sat up and gave me a hug, “There’s the girl I love! The one that’s always ready to conquer anything that the world throws at her.”  Her good mood proved too much for my dislike of mornings and I quickly found myself smiling along with her.

“What time is it anyway?” I asked as I ground the heels of my hands into my eyes to try and wake up.  “Um…it’s like 7:30.”  I shook my head at her as she gave me a sheepish smile, “What? I’m just a little excited.”

“Its fine, I’m kind of excited too.  I’ve always wanted to work in another bar, ever since I had in college, and now we own one!  It’s also a little daunting.”

I just found out that my uncle recently passed away and left me his pride and joy, a bar that has been in our family for at least a decade.  It happens to be in a few towns over so the commute is too long for Bree and I to just stay in our current apartment.  Luckily there is an apartment above the bar, which he just had remodeled.  It only has two bedrooms, but in between them is a small office that we planned on turning into a bedroom for my 3 year old son Ryder, since there is an office we can both use downstairs in the bar.  Plus we’d only be staying in there until we had enough money for another place.

“Is Little Man up yet?”

“We’ll be fine. Um, no I don’t think he is.”

“Alright well go get started packing all of your shit, I know it will take you all damn day.” I said with a wink as I pushed her off of my bed, so I could get up and start packing before Ryder was up and ready to play.



Baby Boys

Baby’s are a miracle and make the world a better place. Whether it be a boy or a girl they are both the most precious things in the entire world. Nothing is as pure as a baby.

My sister is expecting her second child, a boy, and she is due any minute! We couldn’t be more excited for her and her husband!

I have a slight addiction to Pinterest (what?! doesn’t everybody??) and found a baby “cupcake” gift! Oh my god it is adorable! The cupcakes are rolled up onesies and the cherries are socks! As soon as I saw this I knew I had to make it for my new nephew.

Instead of buying a cute already decorated cupcakes box (holds four) I used my stampin’ up sets and stamped a plain white one myself, wrapped the box in ribbon, and made (yes made) a bow out of the same ribbon. I couldn’t be more impressed with myself and i can’t wait to give this to her and see my nephew. Hopefully he makes his appearance soon.


I had extra socks and a little extra ribbon so I just tied them up and am going to give them, to her as well. Isn’t it so cute? If you want the original picture directions, visit my “life is short so try things while you’ve got the chance” board on Pinterest.

Testing the Waters

Hey everyone.  I have recently started my hand at writing a romantic short story.  I haven’t gotten too far into and they always say get feedback while you are writing.  So I figured I’d post a snippet.  Let me know what y’all think!


Standing on my tiptoes, I reached up to get the extra party cups from the cupboard and threw them towards my roommate Gabrielle.  “There that should be enough, don’t you think?”  When she didn’t answer I figured she walked out as soon as she caught them.  I turned around to go find her and froze when I realized who was sitting at our kitchen island, none other than the beautiful, I mean arrogant son of a bitch from earlier today.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked him with a little more malice than I intended.

“I was invited by your glamorous roommate, Bree.” the yummy stranger says as he studies my face.  I stare off in the direction Bree ran off and gritted my teeth, “Why are you here? Sorry didn’t catch your name when you were drooling all over Bree this morning.”  He started explaining himself but I was too distracted by his looks and his sexy southern drawl to pay attention to him.

He snaps his fingers in front of my face, “Hello? Are you paying attention to me?”  He grinned when I realized what I had done and blushed.  “Ah, so who’s the one drooling now, Elizabeth?”

Oh my god, his voice is enough to drop me to the floor and beg him to fuck me.  OH…MY…GOD, Elizabeth Lauren O’Connor, what do you think you are doing?  You don’t even know him, and you’re picturing him fucking you on the floor.

“Look,” I paused waiting for him to offer up his name. “Sorry darling’, my name is Tristan.”  “Okay, look Tristan, I don’t know who you are or why you came, but I think you should leave.”  I turned toward the front door of our flat intending to make sure the incredibly delicious Tristan actually left.  Before I could reach for the door handle I felt a strong hand wrap around my wrist that tugged me into an equally strong chest. I felt his hot breath on my neck and I wanted to melt.  “What do you think you are doing?!” I struggled out of his grasp trying to hide my arousal as I swung to face him.  “Being a dirty rotten scoundrel,” he winked at me as he walked out of the door, “later darling’” and he was gone.

Bree found me slumped up against the counter five minutes later, “Yo sugar tits, you okay? I saw Tristan in here earlier, now you look like you got hit by a bus.”  “Yeah about that,” I began, “why was he even here? He told me that you invited him?!” I punched her shoulder slightly.  She playfully clocked me one back, “well I saw how you looked at him this morning when we ran into him, so I figured I’d help get the ball rolling, get you two talking to each other.”

“It’s supposed to be solidarity, sister! We’re both supposed to hate that arrogant jackass. You’re not supposed to be trying to hook us up. I don’t like him!”

“You know the first step is always denial. I’m going to get you to admit it one of these days, I swear! Then you can live happily ever after and have lots of my nieces and nephews, so I can live vicariously through you!”