I See Life Through Rose’ Colored Glasses By Lisa Scottoline and Francesca Serritella Blog Tour and Excerpt

I See Life Through Rosé-Colored Glasses by Lisa Scottoline

If you only know Lisa Scottoline from her Thrillers, then you are in for a treat when she joins her daughter in this humorous series of true life stories of a mother and daughter and the way they view life as two adult women in different stages of life.

From Lisa we get the stuff a lot of us are dealing with. They make the every day hilarious and you can’t help but laugh along as you are saying, ” Oh my lord, I thought that was just me!” Well, it isn’t just you and from the built-in bra dress to the napkin on her head I laughed so hard people came over and asked what I was reading. Of course I shared.

There is nothing Lisa won’t tell you. Nothing. Including her obsession with Bradley Cooper and her aversion to air conditioning. It’s fun to see Francesca’s view as she navigates the dating scene and tries to face time her mother.

We desperately need a laugh these days, so I would recommend picking this up and posting up by the pool!

Netgalley/St.Martin’s Press   July 10, 2018

Here is an excerpt of some of the hilarity!

 

Heat Wavering
Lisa
I found out something bad about myself and I’m here to
confess.
I’m an air-conditioner tyrant.
Let me explain.
We begin when Francesca comes home from New York
so we could record the audiobook of I Need a Lifeguard
Everywhere but the Pool, so you can listen to it when you drive
around, and you have not known bliss until you have our two
Philadelphia accents in your ear on a long car ride.
You’re welcome.
Anyway, when Francesca comes home, in the middle of a
weeklong heat wave, the first thing she notices is that I don’t
have the air-conditioning on.
That was a surprise ending, wasn’t it?
You thought I was going to say that I do have the air conditioner
on.
But in fact, one of the quirky things about me is that I don’t
like air-conditioning.
Quirky means adorable.
I don’t know why I started hating on air-conditioning,
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but I always have. Even though I have central air-conditioning,
I never use it.
Please allow me to defend myself.
I don’t like feeling like I live inside a refrigerator. I like
being the same temperature as my surroundings. And I love
to throw open all the windows in the house and let in not
only the breeze, but the chirping of the birds and the fresh
green smell of mown grass.
I know, I’m so poetic.
Never mind that I’m sweating my ass off.
It’s a poetic ass.
I don’t know what to tell you, but I just like fresh air, and
the most I do to get cool is put on a fan.
It’s a $20 Lasko fan that you can buy at Home Depot, and
I own approximately eight of them. I know it’s not a classy
look for the house. When I take a picture for my author page
on Facebook, I make sure the fans don’t show.
For my fans.
Plus I’m nostalgic about fans because they remind me of
Mother Mary, and she and I used to have a famous fight,
wherein she would claim that the fan should be in the window
and turned blowing out, so the hot air was sucked out
of the room.
Which sucked.
We sweated inside the house, cooling the backyard.
She also believed that you could put two fans in opposite
windows and create cross-ventilation, but if you’re relying
on The Flying Scottolines for physics, you’re in
trouble.
So when I grew up, I decided that I would have the fans
facing the way God intended, blowing air right at you. And
then I got the brilliant idea that a fan didn’t need to be in a
window at all, but can be sitting right on the kitchen island
next to you while you eat dinner.
Never mind that the fan will send tomato sauce spraying
on to your T-shirt.
Think of it as a sea breeze, only Italian.
So as soon as Francesca comes home, she starts lobbying
for me to turn on the air-conditioning, and I refuse. I tell her
about the fans and Mother Mary and how great it is to feel
the wind in your face, even if you bought the wind at Home
Depot.
Francesca lets me have my way until the temperature turns
92° outside, a fact she proves by pointing to the air-conditioner
thermostat. “Mom, do you see this? This is very hot. We need
to turn on the air conditioner.”
“No we don’t. I feel fine. Sit in front of the fan.”
“I am and I’m still hot.”
“But I hate air-conditioning.”
“I love air-conditioning. Mom, can’t you compromise, just
a little?”
“No,” I tell her, meaning it. I hate compromising, too. I’ve
spent my whole life compromising and now I avoid it at every
opportunity.
And it feels great.
Even if I’m sweaty.
And you are, too.
You might think I’m a bad person, but I’m just a woman
who has put everyone else first for a long time, and now it’s
my turn.
If you’re a woman reading this, perhaps you identify. And
if you don’t, you’ve lived your life better than I have.
But then Francesca said to me, “Mom, look at the dogs,
they’re panting.”
So I looked over on the kitchen floor, and Francesca was
right. All six dogs had their tongues out, even though they
had their own fan. And then I realized I could give my dogs
heatstroke inside my own house.
So I compromised and turned on the air-conditioning.
And I learned something bad about myself.
That I compromised for my dogs, but not for my daughter.
A fact which I pointed out to Francesca, who just laughed.
But I learned a lesson.
Sometimes compromising is okay.
But don’t make a habit of it.
And don’t compromise a lot.
Only by degrees.

Basic and Proud of It
Francesca
In the summer I drink rosé.
In the fall I drink Pumpkin Spice Lattes.
In the winter I wear Uggs.
All year long, I wear black yoga pants to do everything
but yoga.
I watch every show on Bravo.
I’m basic and proud of it.
I don’t remember exactly when I became aware of what
“basic” meant as it refers to women. Probably whatever belated
point new slang passes through black culture, then gay
culture, then teen culture, before coming to rest among millennial
white women.
Basic means mainstream, lame, unoriginal. It is used most
frequently in reference to women, often with an expletive:
Basic bitch.
I can see how, among a marginalized group, “basic” as a
putdown expresses an empowering reversal of power in an
unjust social hierarchy.
If society doesn’t accept you the way you are, screw them,
they’re just basic.
I love it used that way!

But as often happens, something got lost in translation
when the term was appropriated by a wider audience. Now
it seems the term “basic” has become a sexist dig used to undermine
women and mock those things that women enjoy.
Specifically, those things we enjoy without men’s agreement
or approval.
They don’t like how we look in Uggs.
They don’t prefer sweet, flavored coffee.
They don’t drink pink wine.
(Or they do, and they have to pretend like they don’t,
because that’s girl stuff.)
I think they’re missing out. Women have excellent taste.
There’s an irony, of course, in using the notion of generic
“basicness” of women against them, when women are otherwise
pilloried for not fitting into the narrow parameters society
lays down for us.
Everything about women is more unique than society would
like us to be. We’re too many diferent shapes and sizes, our
hair too many diferent textures, our opinions too loud and
too varied, our orgasms too complicated.
Why should we apologize for our preferences? If many
women, in all our glorious variations, agree that something
is pretty great, maybe it is.
Uggs are comfortable. I don’t care if they’re ugly. Neither
do Uggs, they tell you so right in the name.
Do you know how many women’s fashion items privilege
comfort over appearance? One: Uggs.
That’s hardly basic; it’s downright subversive.
Same with yoga pants. Do you know how much a woman
can get done in a day? On any given Saturday, she needs to
run across town, and bend to pick up the kids, and stretch to
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reach the top shelf at the grocery, and sit working on the
computer.
They expect us to do all that in skinny jeans?
Believe me, namaste or not, a woman’s life warrants a performance
material.
Perhaps the most absurd assumption about the “basic bitch”
is a beverage choice or a love of elastic tells you everything
there is to know about her.
The idea that the superficial explains the interior is straight
out of the sexist playbook, and women should reject it, not
use it against each other.
The patriarchy is the original basic bitch.
Case in point: I was recently on the dating app Bumble, and
I saw a guy whose bio read, “My type: NOT a girl wearing
yoga pants and Uggs with a PSL attached to her hand.”
Mind you, this man’s profile also said he worked in finance,
went to Cornell, and enjoyed hiking, travel, and “good food.”
A true original!
I swiped right only to message him: “Finance bros in glass
office buildings shouldn’t throw stones.”
He did not reply.
Sadly, I didn’t have to wonder about the strategy of putting
down the basic girl in his dating profile. Dating apps allow
wannabe pickup artists to neg with a wide net, in other
words, use the ploy that denigrating a swath of women will
attract one via our competitive spirit and our desire to prove
ourselves worthy of his approval.
Pick me, I’m not like other women, I’m diferent and better.
Too often, it works.
When sexism in our society communicates to women,
you’re interchangeable, you’re replaceable, you’re disposable,
you’re basic, we’re inclined to defend ourselves by saying,
“Not me.”
But a better answer to that nonsense is, “Not us.”
Otherwise, we’re playing by the rules they give us, even
as we know the game is rigged. When women adopt the tactics
men use to diminish us, we all lose.
I once asked an old boyfriend to stop using the word “slut”
because it offended me. His defense was that it shouldn’t
because the word didn’t apply to me, I was classy and deserving
of respect, unlike some women.
This is some basic bullshit.
Sisters, beware. Beware the trap of elevating yourself by
trampling on other women. First, it’s wrong. And second, it
doesn’t work. What undermines one of us undermines all.
The only solution is sisterhood.
And that doesn’t mean sameness. Sisterhood means less
judgment of each other, less negative comparison. It means
greater acceptance, compassion, and expression of all our different
views.
And some shared ones.
Pass the rosé.

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Beach House Reunion by Mary Alice Monroe

Beach House Reunion (Beach House #5)

Whisking you back to the shores of her bestselling Beach House series, Mary Alice Monroe weaves together a tale of the struggles and triumphs of the historic Rutledge family of Charleston, South Carolina. Beautifully wrought and rich with keen insight, this is an illuminating tale of new beginnings, resilience, and one family’s enduring love.

I am so happy that Cara is back home on Isle of Palms. And she brought a pretty great surprise with her! Facing memories of her late husband and the special bond they had, as well as wishing her mother, Lovie, was still here to give her advice, she plows forward much like her beloved Loggerhead Turtles.

While she settles back into life at Primrose Cottage, her niece, Linnea, has graduated from college and is at loose ends. Feeling stifled in her family’s Charleston mansion, she heads to the beach. Home to Cara and Primrose. With no expectations to be anything other than happy.

With new love a possibility and her mother to guide her, Cara will pull her family together and break a long cycle of bad behavior, freeing them all to be who they are and live their best lives.

This series is so loving and beautiful. While the bad habits in a family can be broken, the strong bonds of these women can not. Very well done!

Netgalley/SimonandSchuster May 22, 2018

The House of Broken Angels by Luis Alberto Urrea

The House of Broken Angels

The definitive Mexican-American immigrant story, at once intimate and epic, from an acclaimed storyteller.

In his final days, beloved and ailing patriarch Miguel Angel De La Cruz, known affectionately as Big Angel, has summoned his entire clan for one last legendary birthday party. But as the party approaches, his mother, nearly one hundred, dies herself, leading to a farewell doubleheader.

Across one bittersweet weekend in their San Diego neighborhood, the revelers mingle among the palm trees and cacti, celebrating the lives of Big Angel and his mother, and recounting the many tales that have passed into family lore, the acts both ordinary and heroic that brought them to a fraught and sublime country and allowed them to flourish in the land they have come to call home. The story of the De La Cruzes is the American story. This indelible portrait of a complex family reminds us of what it means to be the first generation and to live two lives across one border. Teeming with brilliance and humor, authentic at every turn, The House of Broken Angels is Luis Alberto Urrea at his best, and it cements his reputation as a storyteller of the first rank.

Big Angel doesn’t have much time. Cancer is eating away at him as he buries his mother and prepares for his own death.

An eye-opening look at life on the border of two very different cultures. A passionate story of family, life, love and loss and the regret of things done, as well as not done in one’s life. Told from several viewpoints, it was easy to follow and so well written I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to know more about this Mexican-American family and what would become of each and every one of them.

This should be a must read for 2018! March 6, 2018

About This Author:

Luis Alberto Urrea is the award-winning author of 13 books, including The Hummingbird’s Daughter, The Devil’s Highway and Into the Beautiful North (May 2009). Born in Tijuana to a Mexican father and American mother, Luis has used the theme of borders, immigration and search for love and belonging throughout his work. A Pulitzer Prize finalist in 2005 (nonfiction), he’s won the Kiriyama Prize (2006), the Lannan Award (2002), an American Book Award (1999) and was named to the Latino Literary Hall of Fame. He is a creative writing professor at the University of Illinois-Chicago and lives with his family in the ‘burbs (dreaming of returning West soon!).

NetGalley/Little,Brown & Co.    Release is set for March 06, 2018 And there is a book giveaway on Goodreads!

 

THE CANDLE FACTORY GIRL by TANIA CROSSE

The Candle Factory Girl: A gritty story of deceit and betrayal...

1930’s London – A backstreet saga full of hopes, dreams and the fight for survival. Perfect for the fans of Rosie Clarke and Lindsey Hutchinson.

Work at Price’s Candle Factory in Battersea is tedious for intelligent, seventeen-year-old Hillie Hardwick, but she knows she is lucky to have a job at all.

Her home life is no better, as she constantly battles with her exacted and bullying father in order to protect her mother and five younger siblings from his tyranny of abuse.

Her only solace is her loving relationship with the chaotic Parker family and her best friend, Gert Parker.

When matters violently escalate for Hillie, smitten Jack-the-Lad Jimmy Baxter seems her only salvation.

But could this be the biggest mistake of her life, and should she be looking for protection nearer home?

A story that crackles with unease where courage and friendship are the only hope.

Set in a time where women and girls did not have much say in their lives. It was acceptable to leave school at 14 and go to work. And that is what Hillie did. Much to her own dismay. She works and must turn her paycheck over to her father, who in turn physically and verbally abuses her on a daily basis as well as her mum.

Hillie doesn’t understand why her father does this. Why he hates her so much. She just wants out. And in her desperation she makes a choice she may later come to regret.

This story of families, secrets, hardship and life in the 30’s was a little sad, but ultimately seeing Hillie free herself allows other girls to stand up to their overbearing parents and grab the life and love that they want.

Good, Solid story!

NetGalley/Aria   March 01, 2018

Scandal by Sasha Morgan *Blog Tour*

Scandal

As the new custodian of the ancestral home, Treweham Hall, Tobias Cavendish-Blake soon discovers exactly what he’s inherited. Instant financial action is needed if the Hall is to survive the mounting debts it’s racking up. Adding insult to injury the family is forced to sell the Gate House on the estate to lottery winners Gary and Tracy Belcher – not the kind of neighbours Tobias was hoping for.

Megan Taylor inherits her grandmother’s country cottage in the village of Treweham and decides to make a fresh start there, taking a job at the local country pub.

When Megan meets Tobias, the attraction is clear, but she is determined to resist his charms, put off by his reputation and that of his best friends – the rakish Seamus Fox, son of a millionaire race horse trainer and dastardly jockey Dylan Delany. But Tobias is a hard man to resist…

This was a sweet story. The descriptions of the characters and the Cotswolds was very well done.

Megan learns two things. Her boyfriend is an ass and her Grandmother has died, leaving her cottage in the Cotswolds to her. A change of scene is just what she needs. Moving into her Grandmother’s cottage, she gets a job at the local pub, meets her neighbors and gets gobsmacked by the hunky Lord of the manor!

But is it Megan he wants or does she simply remind him of his dead fiancee?

I really enjoyed this story. The setting, the characters. There were some hilarious moments and some sad moments and a really big secret!

I have no problem recommending this book. What I had a problem with was the cover. What was the big Scandal? And who is the blonde? Where is that pool? Please stick another cover on this because it really deserves it! And hopefully we will get to see more of these characters! I can see this being a lovely series!

Netgalley/Aria

Exclusive Excerpt:

It was day break. A rosy, warm sunrise glowed over the vall

ey. Galloping through the

early morning mist, Tobias Cavendish-Blake finally slowed his h

orse to survey the

sight before him. Treweham Hall stood proud and majestic agai

nst the smooth, rolling

hills. The imposing building was made of sandstone with four co

rner turrets and

sturdy buttresses that gave it a castle-like appearance. Gothi

c windows with stained

glass twinkled in the sunlight. He sighed heavily: would it alway

s remain so resilient,

the fortress of his family?

That seemed dubious, going through the estate accounts. His fa

ther, the late Lord

Richard Cavendish-Blake, had looked after the place well

too well. All the

contingency funds had haemorrhaged, bled completely dry re

lentlessly maintaining

the upkeep of the Hall. The outgoings far outweighed the incom

ings. The payroll of

the staff alone made Tobias

eyes water, not to mention the colossal energy bills.

Tobias had suggested shutting down the many vast unused rooms, but

his mother

wouldn

t hear of it. Lady Cavendish-Blake had been sheltered by

her late husband,

leaving her totally oblivious to the fact that her home was a m

oney pit and the current

state of affairs could only be described as dire. As the

new custodian, it was down to

Tobias to keep the place running. He was responsible not only for

the staff, but the

village tenants too. Feeling the burden weighing down on his broad

shoulders, he

realised it was time to grow up. Time to settle down. The future

meant kissing

goodbye to the wild parties for which he was notorious.

His thoughts turned back to his thirtieth birthday bash, making hi

m wince. It hadn

t been so much a party, more a two-week brawl around Europe

with a few friends,

including his oldest childhood chum, Seamus Fox, son of a m

illionaire racehorse

trainer. The two of them together had been a lethal c

ombination, each egging the

other on, the more daring and outrageous the exploits the

better, resulting in the

occasional brush with the tabloids. The picture of him an

d Seamus plastered over the

fr

ont page of a newspaper showing them tumbling out of a St Tr

opez nightclub,

legless (and trouserless) with a beauty on each arm, was

one he couldn

t forget. His

father wouldn

t let him. They

d been dubbed

the Heir and the Fox

. Ironically,

Tobias wasn

t a natural wild child, the opposite in fact.

His one true love, Carrie, had been a local girl from t

he village. They

d always

been close. Even when he had been sent to Eton they

d written, phoned and

constantly made arrangements to meet. When Tobias had tur

ned twenty-one he had

proposed, claiming she was the only thing he wanted. Both families

had been happy

with the arrangement. Carrie

s parents were glad that being married to Tobias meant

she would stay in the village close to them and obviously be well l

ooked after.

Tobias

parents were just plain relieved he wanted to settle down wit

h a sensible,

local girl, instead of turning to drink and drugs like so many of hi

s peers. Then one

year after their spectacular engagement celebration, C

arrie had been hit by a drunken

driver and killed instantly. Tobias had been inconsolable; no

t even the Fox could calm

him. He turned his back on society and locked himself away, refus

ing to talk or open

up to anyone. His mother had been sick with worry, every a

ttempt to reach him futile.

Then, as if overnight, he completely changed. After twelv

e months of grieving,

Tobias stopped being angry with the world and everyone in it

and decided to rip the

hell out of it instead. He forced himself to live life to the

max, which meant spending

his considerable allowance on any substance necessary to ge

t the highs he craved, not

to mention a string of stunning girlfriends who were more th

an happy to be

showcased on the arm of a lord

The First Kiss of Spring ~An Eternity Springs Novel~ By EMILY MARCH

The First Kiss of Spring (Eternity Springs #14)

Spring has come to Eternity Springs in the newest installment in this New York Times bestselling series by Emily March.

When Josh Tarkington gets stuck on a gondola with the lovely Caitlin Timberlake, he thinks his consistently bad luck might have changed.

After their blossoming romance is interrupted, Caitlin realizes that her encounter with Josh was a sign that she needed to make a major life change. So she packs up her things and moves to Eternity Springs, opens a day care, and sets her cap for the town’s mechanic—Josh.

But Josh is hiding a well of secrets that would ruin him, and his relationship with everyone in Eternity Springs—especially Caitlin. When tragedy strikes, Josh and Caitlin find themselves, and their relationship, tested beyond imagining. Will they be able to find their way back to each other?

The latest in the series centered around Eternity Springs.

The minute Caitlin kissed Josh she knew she was going to marry that man!

With fair warning to Josh that he should be prepared to surrender, she set out to make him her own. But Josh has made up his mind to never fall in love or get married.

Josh has been fighting demons for a long time. And it sure seems as if bad luck is on his heels. Coming from Oklahoma’s Tornado Alley, he has had his heart destroyed as well as his business and home. Not once, but several times. Just when he seems to be making a home and a good name for himself and his business, little Miss Caitlin drops in his lap, and he has some serious thinking to do!

Caitlin is busy setting up her new daycare business, plotting to make Josh her own, and wondering what the heck is up with her parents who are acting awfully strange.

When everything hits the fan, will family and love win? You’ll have to read the book. And I loved every bit of it!

Netgalley/St.Martin’s   February 27, 2018

MAYBE THIS TIME~A Whiskey and Wedding Novel~By Nicole McLaughlin

Maybe This Time (Whiskey and Weddings, #2)

Jen Mackenzie has been knocked down more than a few times, but she always gets up and makes sure she has the last word. It’s the reason she now considers herself equal parts self-sufficient and free-spirit. But since losing her job and trying to help her mother beat cancer, real life―and her occasional careless choices―have begun to catch up with her. Her one saving grace: The Stag, a boutique distillery that has become Kansas City’s go-to wedding venue. The only catch: One of the owners, TJ Laughlin, happens to be the one man who somehow manages to make Jen feel inadequate.

TJ has secretly had a thing for Jen since high school. Now, as her new boss, it’s a daily struggle between revealing his feelings and wringing her beautiful neck. Only one thing is for certain: he can’t stand idly by and watch the woman he cares for struggle. She may be convinced that accepting TJ’s help is a weakness. But all he sees in Jen is beauty and strength, inside and out. As things finally heat up between them, can TJ find a way to convince Jen that love is about give and take―and having it all, together?

This is the second book in the Whiskey and Weddings Series.

Jen has had a hard life growing up on the wrong side of town and developed a hard shell around her heart. In high school she was the odd one. Until the entire school found out she had a talent. All she wants is to act and sing in theater and when that dream closes she does the best she can to take care of her mother and herself, but she’s made some bad financial choices and she’s suspicious of any kindness towards her.

TJ seems like the perfect guy. Rich parents, huge home, owns his own business and is in all accounts perfect. But what he sees is his distant, philandering father, his alcoholic mother and feeling like he will never measure up to his siblings.

Can two slightly damaged people open their hearts to love? Well you have to read the book!  This was a good read. I love the characters, there was a lot of depth there and I can’t wait to see who is next to take the plunge in the next book!

Well Done!

Netgalley/St.Martin’s Press   February 27,2018