Didi Oviatt

Author of suspense novels Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians. As well as the short story collection Time Wasters and (co-author of) The Suspenseful Collection.



YA Dystopian Teaser: New Age Lamians

The story is told in different measures and in different context all over the world.  Every family, generation, and village has a different view and belief.  There is a myth told by many that the lightning was brought about by the accent gods, specifically to awaken the Lamians.  It is told that all the magic in life has been stored deep in the tallest mountains of the world for centuries.  Mankind once believed that the apocalypse would come by rain of fire.  They believed that it would be a great war of nuclear destruction brought upon themselves. In no way was the world prepared for the real destruction that was to come. And in no way were they ready for the new age.  The age of Lamia.  However the Lamians came about and for whatever reason will forever remain a mystery.  A different myth for every lock of the world.  All that I believe in are the facts. The origin of the Lamians make no difference to me.  I care about the fact that they are evil in its truest form, slithering the earth, and that it is my duty to kill them.

Before the second phase, that of Lamia, came the first phase, the war of man and nature.  The destruction began in the form of fire but not the sort that was expected. There were no nuclear explosions or dominating nations. The war was one of bone crushing flashes of power raining down from the sky. The lightning began about 50 years before I was born and is still crashing into the earths surface on a nightly basis, I am now 26.   The first waive of lightning devastated human kind. It destroyed the greatest and smallest of cities alike.  Birds fell from the sky and fish floated to the tops of water bodies by the hundreds.  Homes burnt to the ground in every direction and people fell to their deaths.  With each almighty strike came immeasurable devastation.  In the daytime people would bury their loved ones and attempt to find food.  At night came death and terror in the form of simultaneous lightning storms across the land.  Electricity was completely knocked out causing nothing but sparks and fire in the once booming streets.  Jobs became non existent causing currency to be rendered meaningless.  The world became every man for himself in a fight for survival.  Families came together in small groups to flee from cities and into the mountains and deserts to fend for themselves.  Lightning seemed to be stronger and thicker within city walls.  Roads and power lines acted as a beacon honing in the crashes from above.

In the first phase there was one company, and one alone, who survived the electrical apocalypse.  The preexisting source that powered the company was invented a mere 5 years before the lightning began.  A wireless energy that was harnessed underground in a liquid form, that sat beneath the sand in three very overwhelmingly large locations across the globe.  The great physical phenomenon sent from the heavens seemed to power the company in every sense.  The liquid would receive a giant surge of cognition with every strike.  The lights in their facilities burned brighter, their electronics ran faster and more powerful, all systems ran without fail.  At first men and woman were welcomed into the safety of the companies walls.  In time their buildings became to crowded and food became sparse.   After a few short months of welcoming drifters by the dozens, the company closed its doors.  Locks were secured and gunmen were set in place to take out anyone who became hostile upon the refusal of entrance.  Over time the company grew from just a few large buildings into small cities within giant stone walls.  A new flourishing world inside of an old diminishing one.  The second phase did not come for years later.



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Find a book for each of your initials. I’ve chosen these books from my ‘read list’ on goodreads.

D- Divergent by Veronica Roth

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I-  In The Best Interest Of The Child, by Felicia Denise Visit Felicia’s Blog!! It’s great, as is this book!  You can see my review of this book here: Book Review 1-18-17: In The Best Interest of the Child, by Felicia Denise 5 of 5 stars @MsFelicia

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D- Dark Places, by Gillian Flynn

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I-  It Ends With Us, by Colleen Hoover!!  You can see my review of this book here: Review: It Ends With Us, by Colleen Hoover. 6 out of 5 stars… (if that’s even possible)

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Count your age along your bookshelf: What book is it?

The 31st book on my shelf is Chosen (House Of Night #3) by P.C Cast and Kristin Cast. This was a great coming of age vampire series!  I read it about 5 years ago. The first three books were great so I just went right out and bought all 12 books in the series.  Needless to say, I only made it through 9 of them and then lost interest… Maybe I’ll have to revisit someday soon, because honestly who quits such a big commitment so close to completion!! (looking back now, I’m a little disappointed in myself lol)

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Pick a book set in your city/country.

For this one, I’m going to be a selfish hag and talk about my own writing. I’ve recently been working on a short story collection. It’s based on true stories about or around my own life experiences. The Time Wasters series is all about small town Utah life 🙂 … You can read more about the first set here: Time Wasters (book 1)

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Pick a book that represents a destination you’d love to travel to.

Eat Pray Love is a beautiful story that touched so many lives!  I would absolutely love to travel to ALL of the places that Elizabeth went to!

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Pick a book that’s your favourite colour.

Me Before You, by Jo Jo Moyes recently changed the cover of her book to reflect the movie for obvious reasons lol…. But, the old cover is red with black and white writing. Red is a gorgeous color, by far my favorite!  And, the contrast of writing is beautiful!

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Which book do you have the fondest memories of?

When I was about 12 years old I refused to read out loud.  My mom just wouldn’t hear of such monstrosity lol… SO  she went out and bought me a bunch the Amilia Badilia books.  Every night before bed she insisted that I read aloud to her for at least 30 minutes.  Despite all of my early protests, it ended up being a very treasured time that I was able to spend one on one with my mom.

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Which book did you have the most difficulty reading?

Recently I blindly agreed to do a review swap with another Indi author without actually looking into the book first. I held up my end of the bargain, bought his book, and forced my way through.  Dispute the fact that he never even purchased my book to read, like at all lol, I still gave his a chance.  After all – every new Indi deserves a shot and who knows what happened in his life that he didn’t have time to read my own, perhaps he forgot – makes no difference.  I genuinely TRIED to get through The Legend Of The Fallen Kingdom. It’s a short book and fast paced, but I still had to force my way through. It skipped so much vital information and jumped in and out of awkward scenes to often.  I just struggled.

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Which book in your TBR pile will give you the biggest accomplishment when you finish it?

I have two good friends that are waiting for me to read Six of Crows.  They nag me regularly so if I don’t dive into it soon, I might end up shot.

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Teaser: Prelude to a Phobia

I don’t live on a farm. Small town, yes, but a farm, no.  My Aunt and Uncle however, do live on a farm, and it’s about a fifteen minute drive from my house to their house. I’m twelve years old now, and their daughter Kelly is thirteen.  It doesn’t matter that she is only five months older than me, because she insists that it makes her my elder, no matter what, and therefore the boss of everything. The subject is visited often, and I usually just laugh it off and give her a pass, she is my best friend after all. Although, there is the rare occasion when this very subject is cause for war.

Neither Kelly or I have a sister of our own, so being cousins, and together regularly, we’ve practically adopted each other as such.  She is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real sister, and I’m the same for her. I have two older brothers and she has one.  This make us both the babies of our families, and we’re absolute brats to play the part.  The great thing about our closeness is that we are able to beat the living tar out of each other, and then bandage up and embrace in a hug afterward. Which also happens regularly.

It’s not an uncommon event to either wrestle one another into submission, or even take hold of kitchen utensils and/or remote controls to use as our choice weapons in assault. Arm pinching wars, dirt claude fights, and dead leg competitions are very routine. This might make us sound un-lady like, or even a tinsy bit like motherless brutes; but hey, if the shoe fits wear it, right!? Our mothers are actually pretty fantastic to give us space to live so free.  Sometimes we get to act like wild animals, and it’s great.

Last night I slept over at Kelly’s farm. Now, the sun’s rays are peeking through a crack in the drapes of her bedroom window.  The inch wide, straight line of blinding light, lands right on my face. It forces my eyes to squint open and my face to bunch.  I groan and roll to my side hoping to hide from it’s irritating brightness and heat. Rather than finding comfort I find the floor, with a very hard thud.

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Upcoming Mystery (sneak peak) Search For Maylee. Coming in the fall of 2017

Autumn fell into a deep depression when Maylee went missing, obsessed with the case.  The only time she would leave the house was to go to the police station. Her life’s purpose became nothing more than to pester Detective Chance, or just Chance as everyone called him.  His full name and title was III Detective Chance Rupert Lizhalia. Clearly, the comfort of being referred to so casually by his first name, was developed very early on in his career. The details and progress of Maylee’s case was poked at and prodded by Autumn daily. It was a repetitive process until about five months after Maylee was gone.  At this point, Chance put Maylee’s folder on an over-stuffed shelf to collect dust.

“We have done everything we can.” He told Autumn on that bizarrely hot fall afternoon as he slowly wiped the sweat from his full, perfectly squared hairline.

“So you’re going to throw her away?  Just like that, you’re done?” Autumn demanded, tears welling.

“Every police station in the country has her picture.” Chance reminded. “If anyone finds her or comes across anything that we can link to, then I assure you Autumn, you’ll be the first to know.”

The short conversation had rendered Autumn mute. She stood frozen in shock as he told her to move on with her life. Chance apologized for the loss in such a way that it was clear — Maylee would never be found. Then he brushed past her in the hallway of an over-lit police station, and went about his day as if nothing had changed.

Autumn recalled it now as she ran, remembering the cold emptiness in Chance’s expression. The excruciating heat of that day hadn’t even touched the icy daggers he sent jabbing into her chest. He wore a dark gray suit, complimenting his tan, and an orange tie.

There was no denying it,  Chance was a very attractive man for his age. The stress of the job was surly the culprit of an unmistakable cluster of wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, although they only added to his enticing facade. Chance was the kind of man who you could take one look at and just know, without a doubt, that he could defend himself. His build was strong enough to be noticed, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach, but his eyes were key.  They were sharp, light gray in color, and deeply piercing – like an eagle, ready to swoop.

The afternoon Maylee’s case was practically declared unsolvable and doomed for a cold shelf life, all hope drained from Autumn. Her car was left in the parking lot, and slow dragging feet carried her home, she moved in a blurry haze. Amidst the draining three mile walk to her front porch, the heat transformed into gloom, and before Autumn knew it she was engulfed in rain. The weather as unforgettably odd.

The door swung open, and she collapsed onto the floor unable to take in air.  Anxiety was surging through her body in waves, and salty tears streamed down her face.  After God only knows how long she lay paralyzed on the floor, she got up and ran out the door.  Pushing herself through the stinging over-sized drops of rain, she rounded a corner and made her way to the beach. Giant deadly ocean swells had never looked so inviting, but she refused stop, continuing to run faster.  Step after painful step in the sand she pushed forward.

Oxygen finally quit pulling to her lungs, and her legs gave out. Several times Autumn collapsed to her knees and stared into the water while she wheezed and struggled for breath. Each time the crunch of wet sand sounded beneath her fallen body, she would pick herself back up and continue to run.  By the time she returned home, blackness had consumed the sky, there were no stars to be seen. Autumn was completely surrounded by darkness, a perfect match to the way she felt inside.

Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee?  It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be.  Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.  Stay tuned!



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Thriller Teaser Aggravated Momentum.

“I’m really sorry I have to leave like this.” Refusing to look into Vincent’s excited eyes, I speak my apologies to the table.

“No problem, really.” He says with a stomach churning grin.  “Can I call you sometime?  I would love to do this again if you’re up for it.”

“I… Um… Yeah.”  I stumble over myself, confused.

The date had been great so far.  Calming myself, I quickly decide that his odd behavior may just be lack of understanding.  Against better judgment, I take the readied pen from his hand.  I scribble my number on a cheap, thin, napkin and slide it in his direction. Without another word I turn away. I can feel his eyes piercing my backside like daggers.  A chill shoots down my spine, and a low sensual tone follows me as I walk away from the table.

“Good luck with your emergency.” He whispers.

I have nothing but shortened breath and a lump in my throat.  Deciding against any sort of response I speed to the door, refusing to look back at my strange, handsome date. Clicking shoes carry me quickly down the walkway and into my SUV.  Keys, where the hell are my keys?  Shaking fingers fumble through my messy purse.  I can’t help but think of Beth.  I imagine her always calm voice telling me to slow down. I dump the contents of my purse on the empty passenger seat, and I grab my keys as soon as they hit the cushion. A relieved sigh escapes me.

As the engine turns, I look up only to have my heart drop to my toes. The air catches in my chest. We lock eyes. Vincent is staring at me with that inappropriate crooked grin.  He stands in a giant window only a few yards from me.  The name, Frenchies, is printed in the window directly above his head.  Eyes wide, chest puffed, and with hands shoved deep in his pockets, he holds my gaze.

The moment is creepy. It feels wrong. His smile widens, as he pulls a large hand from his pocket to give me a small, childlike wave.  I wave back slowly. My face heats, and my brows bunch together at the middle.  Nearly slamming the gas pedal to the floor, I speed away, refusing to look in the rear view.

I’m usually not one to speed, or break the law at all, for that matter.  Right now I don’t care.  I rush home. I’m completely beside myself, lost in thought.  My foot is pushing hard. It shoves the pedal into the floor, painfully squishing my toes out the small hole in the tip of my shoe.  Headlights stream by in a blur. Only slowing for the few red lights along the way, I make it home in record time.

The neighborhood is a mess, in every sense of the word.  Police cars are parked in front of practically every other house.  Flashlights shine in bushes and sheds. My block, especially, is utter chaos. Streetlights light up the faces of my neighbors as they stand on well-manicured lawns in front of their homes. Confusion and fear fills the air.  I’m driving through a cloud of anxiety, with peering eyes staring at me as I pass. It’s a struggle, but I spot Kam.

She is standing on the sidewalk in front of our house with arms crossed.  Her face is pale.  It’s a shade lighter than I have ever seen her. She is staring directly across the road, past the abundance of authorities, and into the open door of the Snyder home.  Hunched over and sickly is her posture.  I pull into the driveway carefully, waiting for her to run up to me, but she doesn’t.  She doesn’t move or avert her eyes in any way.

With my head down, looking only at my feet, I jog to her side.  A large part of me doesn’t want to see what Kam’s so engrossed by. Somehow I already know.  I just know deep inside that it’s happened again.  Grabbing her by the shoulders, I give her entire body one quick, hard shake.

“Kam!” I yell. “Snap out of it.”

“They… They… They finally opened the door.”  A quiet slur.

Her stare remains locked in place.  I close my eyes as tight as I can. My head turns toward the Snyder home, and after letting out an anxious lungful of air, I open them. Fog takes over my mind, and my body heats in an overbearing fire. It is Breanna, one of the friendliest, outgoing teenagers I know.  She is the oldest child in the Snyder home.  She was a beautiful young woman, now lifeless.

Standing next to Kam, peering across the street and into their home, I can clearly see her mutilated body.  Their front doors are French, and opened wide, allowing a perfect view into their once tidy entryway.  The always bleached white floors and walls are completely covered in scarlet splatters and pools of blood. That must have been exactly where the attack had taken place. Right inside the front door, for God’s sake. I can only imagine her killer’s tactic, pushing his way in as she greeted him with an innocent welcome. Sick. Disgusting. This is completely unfathomable.

The once full of life girl is slumped backwards over a small round decorative table.  Her legs are bare, and full of slashes.  A slow steady drip is still running down her arms and escaping to the floor from her fingertips.  Clinging to her body are the remnants of a spaghetti strap tank top, and short pajama bottoms.  I can’t even tell their original color.  My mind wanders briefly away from the present.  I picture those pj’s being a lovely shade of green, and the smile on her face is genuine.

The thought lasts only a second before my mind snaps back to reality.  Like a rubber band pulling itself into place, my head twitches and my lips let out a frightened gasp.  Breanna must have been relaxing comfortably in what should have been a safe home. Bile rises from my stomach, and into my throat.  I swallow it, and continue to stare.  I am unable to look away. Unable to process.

Just like Beth was, every inch of her is stained in thick red fluid.  This killer is bleeding them out.  Every drop of life drained from his victims.  It is vicious, and it is personal. I look closer. There’s a shine on her chest.  It reflects light from the bright police LED lights placed a few feet away from her.  Something is resting around her neck.  Small and gold.  I wonder how it is possible that she actually has jewelry on that could still hold a shine.  How is there no blood on the top of her necklace?

“Can you see her necklace?”  I whisper under my breath to Kam.

“All I see is blood.”  Her response comes out flat and dry.  I can hear the dehydrated click as her tongue hits the roof of her parched mouth.  “Do you think this has anything to do with Beth?”  She asks, even flatter in tone, as the tears finally spill over.

“I don’t know, Kam.  But it feels the same.”

We stare at each other in shock. The moisture of a lone tear runs down my cheek.  It rolls slowly over my foundation and hits the corner of my mouth.  I can taste the salt as I touch the tip of my tongue to my lip’s edge.

“What do we do?” She asks.

I respond only with a hug. She grabs on tightly, and softly sobs into my shoulder. We stand in shock and confusion.  A nicely suited man approaches us.  He is guarded, moving slowly, with his head tilted toward his chest.  It’s a relief to recognize his kind eyes as his head lifts, allowing his face to come into focus.  Phillip is his name, Detective Phillip Sharpe, but he always insists on just Phil.  I had gotten to know him well in the first few months following Beth’s murder.  He is a gracious, sympathetic man, and very thorough.  No detail is too small or unimportant to him.  He has been at our home many times, and must have seen me pull in.

“Markie, I’m sorry we have to meet again under these circumstances.”

“Detective.”  I reach for his open hand, letting him shake mine in a professional manner.

“I know how hard this must be for you to see.”

“It’s the same guy, isn’t it?  The same man who killed Beth?”  The question slips out. Still beside myself, I have no control over my mindless eager words.

“I’m not sure, ma’am. It is too soon to tell, and until the crime scene has been fully processed we can’t be certain on anything.”

I can only manage a nod in response. I understand the drill all too well.  Looking around, I notice the officers asking each neighbor to go back into their houses.  Slow moving families herd up their clinging children and retreat into their homes.  Porch lights stay on and windows stay lit.   There will be no sleep on this once peaceful street. I turn to the detective and attempt to calm my nerves.  I need to get as much information as possible.  If this is the same guy, then I have to know everything.  I have to.

“I can see she was stabbed just like Beth.  It has to be him.” I insist.

“Markie, I’m going to have to ask you…”

“No!”  I cut him off before he has a chance to say anything else. “I’m not going inside.  I’m not going to walk away.  This man killed my best friend and now my neighbor.  She was 17!”  My voice rises.  Kam gives my hand a tight squeeze as I voice my frustration. “You have to find him.  You have to stop this!”

“Ma’am.”  Detective Sharpe interrupts me softly and respectfully, with a hand raised. “I wasn’t going to ask you go in your home, actually quite the opposite.” His eyebrows lift slowly in sympathetic caution, as the rest of his face levels. “I know this is a lot to ask, and if you’re not up for it I completely understand,” he pauses briefly.  “With all of the similarities in this crime scene, and in Beth’s, I feel it might be beneficial for us, if you come with me and take a look.”

“What do you mean? A look?”

“I mean…”  Again with the irritating pause.  “It is strange that two completely different women have been killed this way.  Beth and Breanna are opposite each other in nearly every way.  The only similarity they share, Markie, as far as we can tell, is you.”  The detective’s last sentence comes out slow and guarded.

He ducks his head slightly as he pushes out the statement.  It hits me like a truck. He is right.  They had nothing in common, and were nothing alike.  As far as I know, they had never even met each other.

“So what’s that supposed to mean?”  I ask quietly.  I’m not sure if my question is aimed at him or myself.

Kam chimes in with a panicked squeak. “Yeah! What the hell?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out.  We have a lot of work to do, and I feel it best that we do it together.”

“Okay.” I agree. I hold my head high and straighten my shoulders.  “Let’s do this then. I’ll do whatever I can to help find this bastard.”

I may look brave on the outside, which is exactly what I’m going for, but inside I feel like a lost, hopeless child.  Every bone in my body shakes with fear and vulnerability.  I’m rocked with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

“Wait!”  Kam yells, holding her ground. “I can’t go over there.” She begs. “I can’t do this, please don’t leave me alone.”

“Kam we have to. For Beth.”  I try to comfort my frightened little sister.  She is usually the stronger and more confident of the two of us, yet here she stands, shaking and pleading.

Detective Sharpe whistles loudly, drawing the attention of several nearby officers.  He motions one over with a wave of his arm.  He instructs the cop to stay with Kam, and places a hand on the small of my back.  His other arm is held out in front of us.  The long, manicured fingertips of his right hand point toward the gruesome truth across the street.  I shudder, take a step off of the sidewalk, and cross the road.  We move in the same motion, one with the other, our footsteps in sync.  He leads me through the crowded lawn, and we stop at the door abruptly, so as not to disrupt any key evidence inside the bloodied entryway.  My eyes go straight to the necklace I had noticed before.

“Oh my God.”  I croak, with an instantly dry throat.

My hand instinctively reaches to my collar and grabs the gold chain hanging around my neck.  I pull the locket out from under my shirt.  My fingers tremble and cling to the gold heart, I gasp for a breath.  The air around me closes in, I struggle for oxygen. My bottom lip trembles involuntarily.  It feels as if I’m being strangled by this cherished item I have clung to for so long.  Detective Sharpe watches my display with eyes wide.

“Markie.”  His voice is slow and steady. “Let me see your necklace.”

My quivering hand drops, and I stare into his eyes. He makes the connection.  I’m certain that he is reading my mind as his face lightens more than just a shade.  Placed on top of Breanna’s chest, and dangled around her already bloodied body, is Beth’s matching heart locket.  He points to the dead body that lay inches away.

“Is that Beth’s necklace?”  He asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” I force out.

Again, I am beside myself. Talking through a foggy haze of grief. The detective glances back and forth between the dead teen and myself.  His lips are pursed.  The color returns to his face in full force.  He is clearly at a loss for words.

“It gets worse.”  I continue.

“How could this possibly get any worse?”

“Beth’s locket was hanging from the corner of my bathroom mirror this morning.”

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Review: Learning to Fly (UK Crush #3), by Tani Hanes

Tani has written a hell of a romance series here!  I’ll be joining in the blog tour for book #4 hosted by R&R!  My review of Before The Tempest will be a stop on the tour on Thursday 5/25 so stop back by and check it out!

As for now, here is my review for UK Crush #3, Learning to Fly by Tani Hanes.

Learning to Fly (UK Crush #3) by Tani Hanes

*My ratting: 3.5 of 5 stars.*


In comparison to the first two books in the UK Crush series, I found Learning to Fly to be comfortable. There’s a lot of love in this book. It also had TWO of the biggest milestones in Aileen’s life, which is awesome. To make it even better, they happen one right after the other, making one hell of an epic week at the end of the book!

I love that Aileen (Tink) was able to get everything straightened out with her classical music career, especially after the near life threatening sabotage that was put in place in book 2. Tink pulled herself back up, spent the perfect amount of time with her original professor and wound up nailing her performance in an audition of a lifetime. She and Theodore (Teddy) spent a few very romantic weeks together in NYC which was very much a dream come true for her. I love Aileen’s humble approach at life and in her travels. I also really liked that they did so many touristy things together.

Although everything about this book, including the ending, was absolutely predictable — it was still overflowing with juicy bedroom scenes and refreshingly normal relationship situations. They attend famous events together as a regular couple. As a whole, I thought this particular book was cute. Their public affection for each other is beautiful, and their private time is heart thumping hot hot hot!


Tinker Bell’s life has changed so much in the past six months. She’s gone from being a poor music student to the girlfriend of a member of one of the most successful bands in the world. In Learning to Fly, the third in the UK Crush series, she travels to New York City with Teddy to compete in the most important piano audition of her life, to prestigious Hamilton Conservatory.

Life has never been easy for her, and though knowing Gethin, Ronan, Matthew, and of course, Teddy, has been wonderful, life is still fraught with unforeseeable problems. Her relationship with Teddy continues to grow as she falls more in love with him in beautiful wintertime Manhattan, and surprises await in the magical city of her dreams.

Review: Diving Deep (UK Crush #2)


3 of 5 Stars.

Diving Deep is quite a HOT love story! I gotta say, I started out having quite the infatuation for Theo (Teddy). I even told everyone about halfway through the story that he was sure to be my book boyfriend lol.. Sadly, he let me down. His communication skills with Aileen (birdie, or even Tinker Bell) are lacking in many MANY ways. He made me so mad! Ultimately, he came to his senses thank the Lord. But, the simple fact that he handled her and life the way he did pretty much turned me completely off to him. I can’t even believe Tink puts up with his crap the way she did. I get that it’s love and that you do crazy things in the name of it, but wow.

So, now that I’m done with my short little rant and rave, let me tell you what I DID love about this book. In ways it redeemed my anger and I’m still very much looking forward to the next books in the series.

The writing is great. At times it’s a little repetitive (which normally I don’t particularly care for), but it actually works with Aileen and her story, as it really drills the emotions into your soul. I liked that even though they are stupid at communicating their problems, it’s real. Real couples in real life do often suck at communication, especially when they’re new at deep long-term relationships.

In a way this book kind of forced me to put my own voice-tress altercation tendencies aside and make an attempt to realize that not everyone is so outspoken with their problems in a relationship. More often than not people do let assumptions ruin their lives without actually talking out their problems and fixing things together. Just because I personally get irritated by it, doesn’t mean that the struggle isn’t real.

As far as diving deep goes, I liked it. I didn’t love it as much as the first book, but I do feel involved. I feel like I’m there, and now a part of Aileen’s life so I can’t wait to see what the next couple of books bring about. I have my bets!


Learning to live can be difficult. Aileen Foster, aka Tinker Bell the Bitchtastic, aka Birdie, has come to London to live with Theo Shelley, who is one quarter of UK Crush, the most popular boyband in the world, while she prepares for her piano audition to Hamilton Conservatory in New York. She’s new to England, to relationships, to love, to life, really. But she’s trying.

Moving Along With My Book-boyfriend-capades….

As some of you know I ran into a bit of a dry spell a few months ago in terms of finding a book boyfriend worthy of replacing the well known Atlas from It Ends With Us, by Colleen Hoover. After months of faint disappointment I finally fell head over heals for Jamie from Defy, by L. J Shen I THINK I may have finally found a new book-boyfriend… EEEEKKKKK!!! ….

Anyhow, I’m happy to announce that I haven’t had to wait near as long this go around!!


 I’m only 50% into this book (again) so I’m crossing my fingers very tightly as not to be led up for a disappointment (again)… But, based on what I’ve read so far I think I might be in the clear! Although there are still a few more books in the series so really anything could happen!

Oh my Gaaads, I can’t even begin to explain how HOT the scenes are in this book!! WHOAH!!!!!  *swooning* *drooling* *pretty much just dying inside* check check check!

If you think you can handle the sheer manliness this guy maintains in the bedroom then by all means check it out!!


(don’t let the sweet innocent girl on the cover fool you…. She’s not so innocent anymore!)


HEEEELLLLLLOOOOOOO THEODORE SHELLEY!! Thank you, OHHHHH thank you, you sexy boy-band MAN you!!

Theo is the kind of guy that would convert any reader into a boy-band fan (including myself, which honestly is kind of weird to admit)  I’ll probably never look at a boy band again without picking apart it’s members and wondering which one is most likely to handle a girl, as Theo does.

So enjoy friends!  Also, if it makes you feel any better… You can totally follow along with this story by this book alone without having to read the first in the series.  I’d suggest even just exploring the free sample and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about, because this book even starts with a bang… literally!


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