Hooking Up – Helena Hunting: 1st Chapter

Hi Guys! So you may remember back in August I posted the Cover Reveal for Hooking up By Helena Hunting. Today I have the pleasure of sharing with you the first chapter.


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Wedding Unbliss

Amie

This is the happiest day of my life. I allow that thought to roll around in my head, trying to figure out why it doesn’t seem to resonate the way it should. This should be the happiest day of my life. So I’m not exactly certain why the uneasy feeling I associate with cold feet is getting worse rather than dissipating. I’ve already done the hard part; walked down the aisle and said “I do.”

My husband excused himself to go to the bathroom several minutes ago and, based on Armstrong’s itinerary for the day, speeches are supposed to begin promptly at eight-thirty. According to my phone, that’s less than two minutes from now, and he’s not here. The emcee for the evening is awaiting Armstrong’s return before he begins. And then the real party can start. The one where we get to celebrate our commitment to each other as partners for life. As in the rest of my breathing days. Dear God, why does that make my stomach twist?

I sip my white wine. Armstrong pointed out that red is not a good idea with my dress, even though it’s my preference. Besides, I don’t want it to stain my teeth. That would make for bad pictures.

I glance around the hall and see my parents, who are probably celebrating the fact that I didn’t walk down the aisle with a convicted felon. And frankly, so am I. My dating history pre-Armstrong wasn’t fabulous.

The sheer number of people in attendance spikes my anxiety. Speaking in front of all of these people makes me want to drink more, which is a bad idea. Tipsy speeches

could lead to saying the wrong thing. I check my phone under the table again. It’s after eight-thirty. The longer Armstrong takes to return, the further behind we’ll get. The music playlist, devised by Armstrong with painstaking efficiency, leaves no room for tardiness. If we don’t start on time I’ll have to take out a song, or possibly two, to compensate for his delay and he’s selected the order in such a way as to make that difficult and that will annoy him. I just want today to be perfect. I want it to be reflective of my decision to marry Armstrong. That I, Amalie Whitfield, can make good choices and am not a disgrace to my family.

“Where the hell is he?” I scan the room and take another small sip of my wine. I should switch to water soon so I don’t end up drunk, especially later, when all of this is over and we can celebrate our lifelong commitment to each other without clothes on. I’m hopeful it will last more than five minutes.

Ruby, my maid of honor and best friend for the past decade, puts a hand on my shoulder. “Would you like Bancroft to find Armstrong?”

Bancroft, or Bane for short, is Ruby’s boyfriend who she’s been living with for several months. Recently I find myself getting a little jealous of how affectionate they still are with each other, even after all this time. Cohabitation hasn’t slowed them down on the sex or their PDA. I have hope that Armstrong and I will be more like Bane and Ruby now that we’ll be sharing the same bed every night.

I’m about to tell Ruby to give him another minute when a low buzz suddenly fills the hall. It sounds like a school PA system. I start to panic—they can’t start the speeches without Armstrong at my side. What’s the point of speeches if the groom isn’t present?

I’m halfway out of my seat, ready to tell the deejay, or whoever is behind the mic, he needs to wait, when a very loud moan echoes through the room. The acoustics are phenomenal in here, it’s why we chose this venue.

I glance at Ruby to make sure I’m not hearing things. Her eyes are wide. The kind of wide associated with shock. The same shock I’m feeling.

Another moan reverberates through the sound system, followed by the words, “Oh, fuuuck.”

A collective gasp ripples through the now-silent crowd. While the words themselves are scandalous among these guests, it’s the voice groaning them that makes me sit up straighter, and simultaneously consider hiding under the table.

“Fuck yeah. Ah, suck it. That’s it. Deep throat it like a good little slut. Fuuuuuccckkkkk.”

My mouth drops and I look to Ruby to ensure I have not completely lost my mind. “Is that—” I don’t finish the sentence. I already know the answer to the question, so it’s pointless to ask. Besides, I’m cut off by yet another loud groan. I clap a hand over my mouth because I’m not sure I’m able to close it, my disbelief is as vast as the ocean.

Ruby’s expression mirrors mine, except hers is incredibly animated since she’s an actress. “Oh my God. Is that Armstrong?” Her words are no more than a whisper, but they sound very much like a scream. Oh no, wait, that’s just Armstrong on the verge of an orgasm. But these sounds are nothing like the ones he makes when he’s in the throes of passion with me.

I clutch Ruby’s hand. The next sound that comes from him is a hybrid between a hyena laugh and a wolf baying at the moon. And every guest at our wedding is hearing

the same thing I am. Our wedding. Someone other than me is blowing my husband at my own wedding. My mortification knows no end.

I grab the closest bottle of wine and dump the contents into my glass. Some of it sloshes over the edge and onto the crisp white tablecloth. It doesn’t matter. There’s plenty more where it came from. I chug the glass, then grab Ruby’s.

People lean in and whisper to each other, eyes lift to the speakers. A few people, the ones who are probably just here for the social-ladder-climbing potential, question who it is.

“Is the deejay watching porn?” That comment comes from a table full of mostly drunk singles in their early twenties.

Several eyes shift my way as I carelessly down Ruby’s wine and someone asks where the groom has disappeared to.

The grunts and groans grow terrifyingly louder. This is nothing like what I’m used to in bed with Armstrong. The dirty words aren’t something he ever uses with me, mostly it’s just noises and sometimes a “Right there” or “I’m close,” but that’s about it. He’s never talked to me like he is to the woman currently providing oral pleasure. And I’m very adept at oral. Although with Armstrong it’s very polite, neat oral, with no sounds other than the occasional hum. Slurping is uncivilized and a definite no-no.

I reach past Ruby for the bottle of red since I don’t really give a flying fuck about purple teeth right now. As I sink low in my seat I pour another glass of wine, surveying the people in the ballroom from behind the cover of the centerpiece. The centerpieces are huge and excessive and I don’t like them at all, but at least provides a protective barrier between the guests and my disgust, which I’m certain they must share. He sounds like a

wild animal rutting. It is entirely unsexy. I have no idea who he’s getting intimate with, but I’m suddenly very glad it’s not me.

And doesn’t that tell me more about our relationship than it should.

It’s only been about thirty seconds—the most humiliating thirty seconds of my life—before Armstrong comes. How do I know this? Because he says, very clearly, “Keep sucking, baby, I’m coming.”

And “baby,” whoever she is, makes these horrific gurgling noises. It sounds like some form of alien communication. It’s way over the top, and apparently Armstrong is loving it, based on the string of vile profanity that spews from his asshole mouth.

“Holy crap. Is this for real? That was really fast,” Ruby mutters.

I guzzle my glass of wine. Then decide the glass is unnecessary and take a long swig from the bottle before Ruby snatches it away. Wine dribbles down my chin and onto my chest, staining the white satin purple. My dress is ruined. I should be freaking out. But I really don’t care.

“Come on,” Ruby tugs on my hand. “We need to get you out of here while people are still distracted.”

My older brother Pierce and the emcee are standing in the middle of the hall, gesturing wildly to the speakers above us. My other brother, Lawson, is on his way toward the podium in an attempt to do something. I don’t think there’s anything he can do to stop this train wreck from there.

Ruby tugs again, but I’m frozen, still trying to figure out what exactly just happened. Well, I know what’s happened. I just can’t believe it.

The sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothes follows. “Thanks for that, now I’ll be able to last later tonight,” Armstrong says.

“What about me?” A female asks. Her voice is nasally and whiny. “What about you?”
“Well I helped you, aren’t you going to help me?”
“Didn’t you come with a date?”

“Well, yes, but—” God her voice is familiar. I just can’t figure out where I know it from.

“My cousin, right? He loves my sloppy seconds. Speeches are starting. I gotta get back to my ball and chain.”

Gasps of horror ripple through the room, followed by a few giggles. These people really are assholes.

I think I’m going to throw up. I can’t believe he’s going to come out here and pretend nothing just happened. Like some other woman didn’t just have her lips around his cock. His distinctly average cock. Maybe even slightly below average in length, if I’m being one hundred percent honest.

A door opens and closes.

Lawson turns on the mic behind the podium and taps it, sending screeching feedback through the room, making people cringe. Too bad no one did that a minute ago.

Murmuring grows louder and glances flicker to the head table and then away as Brittany Thorton, a seriously skanky debutante, comes strutting through the doors, using a compact to check her lipstick. She’s made it her mission to attempt to get into the pants

of half the eligible men in this room. She’s followed, not five seconds later, by a very smug-looking Armstrong.

“I’m going to kill him.” I grab the closest steak knife, but it appears my hasty, and possibly felonious, plan is unnecessary. My brothers leave their respective posts and stalk toward him. Across the room my mother is gripping my father’s arm, whispering furiously in his ear. Great. Just what I need, additional family drama.

“Oh shit,” Ruby gasps.

I follow her gaze to find Bane converging on Armstrong with my brothers. Bancroft is a tank and he used to play professional rugby. I’ve seen him with his shirt off, he’s built like a superhero and he’ll probably crush Armstrong, or at least break something. Possibly multiple somethings.

For a second I consider that Ruby should probably stop Bane from destroying Armstrong’s pretty, regal face, but then I realize I don’t actually care. In fact, the possibility that he might break Armstrong’s perfectly straight nose fills me with glee. Armstrong’s wellbeing is no longer my concern, it’s more about Bane ending up in prison for murder.

“I hope Armstrong has a good plastic surgeon, he’s going to need it once Bane is done with him.” Ruby echoes my internal hopes and her chair tips as she jumps up. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” She nods to the right.

I notice my mother and father engaged in a heated discussion with Armstrong’s parents. I really don’t need this right now. Not the drama. Not the humiliation. All I wanted was a nice wedding. Instead I end up with a husband who gets a blow job during our reception—and it’s broadcast to everyone attending.

Ruby urges me into action. “Don’t worry about them. Get your stuff and we’ll get you the hell out of here. I’ll have the limo meet you by the entrance near your bridal suite as soon as I can.”

I nod and stumble unsteadily to my feet, thanks to having consumed the better part of a bottle of wine in the last minute and a half. It’s amazing how ninety seconds can change a person’s entire life.

All hell breaks loose as more men jump in to either pummel or extract Armstrong from the pummeling. I grab my clutch and phone from the table, gather up my stupid, too puffy gown, and head for the bridal suite, where I had prepared for what was supposed to be the most amazing day of my life. And now it’s likely the worst, at least I hope the mortification level I’m experiencing can’t exceed this. I feel like the foulest version of Cinderella ever.

I rush down the empty hall and grab the doorknob as I fumble around in my clutch for the key. I’m surprised when it turns. I thought I’d locked it before we left for the ceremony. Regardless, I need to get away from everyone before I either lose it or commit a felony. Maybe both. Murder in the first. Armstrong will be my victim. And maybe that horrible skank, Brittany.

I thrust the door open and slam it closed behind me, locking it from the inside. Tears threaten to spill over and ruin my makeup. Not that it matters since there’s no way I’m going out there again. I can’t believe my forever lasted less than twelve hours. I can’t believe the man I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life loving couldn’t be faithful to me for even one day. What the hell is wrong with me? With him? I’m as devastated as I

am angry and embarrassed. Once I annul this farce of a marriage I’ll become a spinster. I should probably go ahead and adopt six or seven cats tonight.

“I need to get out of this dress,” I say to myself. I reach behind me and pull the bow at the base of my spine. Instead of unfurling, it knots and I only succeed in pulling it tighter. Of course my dress has to be difficult. I growl my annoyance and rush over to my dressing table where my makeup and perfume are scattered from earlier today. Half a mimosa sits unconsumed beside the vase of red roses Armstrong had delivered.

The card read: I can’t wait to spend forever loving you.

What a load of bullshit. I drain the contents of the champagne flute, not caring that the drink is warm and flat. Then I throw the glass, because it feels good and the sound of shattering crystal is satisfying. Next I heave the vase of roses, which explodes impressively against the wall, splattering water and shards of glass across the floor.

I yank out a couple of the drawers and find a pair of scissors. They actually look more like gardening shears and seem rather out of place, but I don’t question it. Instead I reach behind me with my back to the mirror and awkwardly try to cut myself free. It’s not easy with the way I have to crane my neck.

“Goddammit! I need to get out of this stupid dress!” I yell at my reflection. I think I might actually be losing it just a touch now. I stop messing around with the laces in the back and shove the scissors down the front. I nearly nick myself with the blade—they’re a lot sharper than I realized—but that doesn’t slow me down. I start hacking my way through the bodice; layers of satin, lace, and intricate beading sliced apart with every vicious snip.

I just want out of this nightmare.

PDF Version here for easier reading.


About the Author

NTY and USA Today Bestselling author of The PUCKED Series, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her two awesome cats, who think the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from contemporary romance to romantic comedy, sports romance and angsty new adult romance.

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COVER REVEAL: HOOKING UP – HELENA HUNTING

Hi, fellow book nerds!

I’m super excited to bring you a cover reveal today, so without further ado, I present to you:

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Blurb:

Amalie Whitfield is the picture of a blushing bride during her wedding reception–but for all the wrong reasons. Instead of proclaiming his undying love, her husband can be heard, by Amalie and their guests, getting off with someone else. She has every reason to freak out, and in a moment of insanity, she throws herself at the first hot-blooded male she sees. But he’s not interested in becoming her revenge screw.

Mortified and desperate to escape the post-wedding drama, Amalie decides to go on her honeymoon alone, only to find the man who rejected her also heading to the same tiny island for work. But this time he isn’t holding back. She should know better than to sleep with someone she knows, but she can’t seem to resist him.

They might agree that what happens on the island should stay on the island, but neither one can deny that their attraction is more than just physical.

Filled with hilariously scandalous situations and enough sexual chemistry to power an airplane from New York City to the South Pacific, Hooking Up is a standalone, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy.

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About the Author

NTY and USA Today Bestselling author of The PUCKED Series, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her two awesome cats, who think the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from contemporary romance to romantic comedy, sports romance and angsty new adult romance.

 

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100 Followers

Today I received my 100th follower!

I just wanted to take a few moments to say thank you. In the big scheme of things 100 followers is probably not that big of a deal but for me it’s a huge achievement!

So thank you! I am so grateful to each new follower I get on here. The positivity in the community is really nice and I look forward to welcoming more new followers as time goes on.

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Until Next Time!!

Tracey-J 🤓

Let’s Talk (#9) – Reading Challenge’s

At the beginning of this year, I set myself a GoodReads challenge of reading 150 books, however by the time it got to April/May time I was wayyy behind schedule and feeling under pressure which resulted in me feeling rather stressed out and this started to suck the joy out of reading. So I made the decision to adjust my goal slightly. My newish challenge is 120 books.

As we are halfway through the year I thought it would be fun to have a look at some of my other reading statistics from this challenge. I present to you my first ever personally made infographic:

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I didn’t actually realize how many books I’d rated 5 stars until I made this graphic which was a nice surprise. I’m pretty happy to be 64 books in, I’m 5 books ahead of schedule now that has definitely eased the pressure as well.

One other thing that I forgot to add which I think is pretty cool is that so far this year I have read 18,604 pages!!

So have you set yourself a reading challenge? Are you managing to keep to on schedule? I’d love to hear from you!

Until Next Time! 🤓

The Mystery Blogger Award

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I’m so chuffed to have been nominated for this. A great big thank you to Book Huntress for my nomination!! Be sure to check out her blog if you haven’t already.

About the “Mystery Blogger Award”

 “Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.

This award was created by Okoto Enigma @ Okoto Enigma’s Blog

RULES:

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. You nominate people
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s)

3 Things About Me:

1. I love to stargaze!

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2. Watching movies is my second favorite thing to do (reading is obviously first!)

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3. I’m a lifelong introvert, to the point that some days it’s a real chore having to interact with people.

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Book Huntress Questions:  

1. Can you say that you are addicted to books?

Yes! and I can say this with confidence because my TBR list is going way up, despite the fact that I’m 6 books ahead on GoodReads reading challenge!

2. What do you do to the books you didn’t like? Do you keep them? Throw them? Give them away?

If it’s on my Kindle then I remove the book from my device. If it’s a physical book I give them away.

3. If you’ll be a writer, what genre will your books be categorized?

Either Young Adult or New Adult.

4. Have you ever tried talking to some stranger because of books?

On the internet, yes, all the time. Real life no not ever.

5. Funny/Crazy question) Have you ever tried looking funny outside (mostly on public places) whenever you read a book and a particular scene makes you angry that it made you rant loudly? If yes, can you tell a short story about it?

Hmm, ok so I do a big chunk of my reading on my commute to work, the thing that happens to me the most is when I’m reading really sad or a happy ending part of the story I almost always tear up! Which is majorly awkward. I end up sitting there blinking like my eyes like a lunatic!


I Nominate:

Mad Tea Party Book Reviews

 Never Not Reading

Where Book Addicts Meet


My Questions:

  1. 1.What’s the biggest challenge you have faced as a blogger?
  2. If you could choose to be any character from any book, who would you be?
  3. What book have you re-read the most?
  4. Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?
  5. Where is the strangest place you’ve read a book?

My Best Post

This has to be my discussion post I did a few weeks ago: Let’s Talk (#4) Tamlin the Man Behind the Mask

and that’s all from me. Until next time! 🤓

 

 

Rapid Fire Book Tag!

Summer has officially arrived! It’s warm and humid out but I’m not complaining too much because sunshine! Yay!! Anyways it’s Sunday and for some reason, I do quite liking doing a tag on this day! Not sure why but let’s just go with it!

I found this tag on Going Through Books, which a pretty cool blog make sure you check it out and it was originally created by GirlReading.  This tag is a series of random book-related questions.

E-Book or Physical Book? 

E-books and this is purely for convenience because it allows me to carry almost my entire book library around with me.

Paperback or Hardback?

Paperback – because I find them more comfortable to read than a hefty hardback.

Online or In-Store Book Shopping?

Both – I probably do more online book shopping but I do love browsing book shops.

Trilogies or Series?

Depends on my mood, I enjoy both.

Heroes or Villains?

I’m a sucker for a hero!

A book you want everyone to read?

A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas– I’m obsessed with this entire series!

Recommend an underrated book?

With This Heart by R.S Grey – This book totally took me by surprise with how good it is.

The last book you finished?

Onyx (Lux #2) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

The Last Book You Bought? 

I bought these together: Forces of Nature by Brian Cox and Holding up the Universe by Jennifer Niven

Weirdest Thing You’ve Used as a Bookmark?

A lollypop stick

Used Books: Yes or No?

Yes

Top Three Favourite Genres?

  • Romance
  • Fantasy
  • Paranormal

Borrow or Buy?

Buy

Characters or Plot?

I kinda feel you need both for a book to be really good.

Long or Short Books?

In general Long but if the story is good I don’t really mind

Long or Short Chapters?

Both – depending on the story and writing style

Name The First Three Books You Think Of…

Books That Makes You Laugh or Cry?

The Foxe and the Hound (R.S. Grey) really made me laugh there were so many funny moments!

Our World or Fictional Worlds?

Fictional Worlds

Audiobooks: Yes or No?

Yes

Do You Ever Judge a Book by its Cover?

Yes I have and I do this quite often which is really bad and it’s a habit I’m trying to break

Book to Movie or Book to TV Adaptations? 

Defiantly Book to TV Adaptations.

A Movie or TV-Show You Preferred to its Book? 

The Vampire Diaries and PS I Love You.

Series or Standalones?

I’d don’t have a preference, it usually depends on my mood.


That’s it, please feel free to have a go and link back to me so I can see your answers!

Update & New Post Announcement

Update: A new look for Books & Other Pursuits!

Hi, I hope you are all having a great weekend.

As you may have noticed over the last month or so I have given this blog a brand new look. It’s running a new theme: Toujours. I have designed a brand new header image along with new feature image templates for each post. Basically, all the big things have been replaced. I have also changed the color scheme and fonts that I’m using.

Here are some before and after photos:

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Overall I’m pretty happy with how it has turned out, I think it looks like a proper blog now. I’m hoping this is it in terms of big changes. I’m still working on smaller things like page dividers and add an “add to GoodReads” graphic etc.


New Post Announcement.

When I first decided I wanted to start a blog I knew I wanted it to be mainly focused on books but I also wanted to leave it open so that if I did want to discuss other things I could, hence the name “Books & Other pursuits.” Now that I have a rhythm with the bookish it part of this blog I feel it’s time to expand a little.

So I’m super excited to announce that I will be posting a monthly post called “Other Pursuits” in which I will be giving you a round up of everything else I have been up to during the last month. Things that will feature are; what I’ve been watching on TV, Movies that I’ve enjoyed and anything else I think might be interesting or significant that it needs a mention.

These posts will be scheduled to go live either on the last day or the first day of the month depending on what day it happens to fall on because I don’t want it to interfere too much with the other things I post weekly.


That’s all from me, this should be the last update a do for awhile!

– See you on the flipside! 🤓

R.S. Grey’s THE FOXE & THE HOUND is out TODAY!

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R.S. Grey’s THE FOXE & THE HOUND is available today! You don’t want to miss getting your hands on this sexy and hilarious new read from R.S. Grey. Find out more about THE FOXE & THE HOUND below and grab your copy today!


 About THE FOXE & THE HOUND

When your life is a hot mess at twenty, it’s cute. At twenty-seven…well, not so much.

It’s just that my lofty dreams—making it as a real estate agent, paying rent on time, showering daily—have stayed just that: dreams. Oh, and love? I’ve decided love might be a little ambitious for me at the moment. Instead, I’ve settled for the two guys who will never leave me: Ben & Jerry.

That is, until Dr. Adam Foxe takes up residence as the town’s new vet.

With his strong jaw, easy confidence, and form-fitting scrubs, it’s not long before every housewife in Hamilton is dragging neglected tomcats in for weekly checkups.

Like everyone else, I’m intrigued. Even after I spoil my chance at a good first impression, he still offers me a proposition I can’t refuse: play his girlfriend at a family function and he’ll hire me as his real estate agent. Welcome to love in the 21st century.

It’s too bad I underestimated Adam’s irresistible charm and the undeniable attraction that burns between us. The day he pins me to the wall and silences me with a kiss, the line between reality and ruse begins to blur. Every teasing touch brings me to my knees. Every kiss promises more.

It looks like my hot mess of a life is about to get a little hotter.

Add THE FOXE & THE HOUND to your Goodreads list here!

Get your hands on THE FOXE & THE HOUND by R.S. Grey now!


 

Get a Sneak Peek of THE FOXE & THE HOUND

I follow his gaze to where my dress has ridden up. When I’m standing, it’s a modest length, but the leather seats in his Audi have hiked up the skirt and a few inches of my thighs are now on perfect display.

His gaze drags down, pausing on my lips for a moment before he trails down my neck and chest. He’s studying my dress—no, he’s studying my body beneath the fabric. His smile is slow to spread, a little haunting…sexual.

About R.S. Grey

R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com

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Book Blog – Newbie Tag

newbie TagI wish I had found this earlier! I found this tag on Love and Other Bookish Things blog. As my blog is still only 6months old I consider myself to still be a bit of a newbie!

So let us being!

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1. Why did you start this blog?

Like my about page says I began this blog to share my love of reading!

2. What are some fun and unique things you can bring to book blogging?

I like to think that my reviews are pretty unique.  I am very blunt about what I like and don’t like. I also like to think that although I do have some sort of posting schedule I do to pepper this blog with other random posts which hopefully keeps it fresh.

3. What are you most excited for about this new blog?

Connecting with people who also share my love of books and learning all there is to know about blogging!

4. Why do you love reading?

For me reading is the ultimate escapism, I love that I can take time out of my real life and disappear into a magical world with endless possibilities!

5. What book or series got you into reading?

Hmm, that’s a hard one to pinpoint. I’ve always loved books from a young age but I think my love of reading was cemented after I read the Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

6. What questions would you ask your favorite authors?

Where do you get your inspirations from?
Have you always known you wanted to write?
What’s your favorite book?

Not super original but hey! Lol

7. What challenges do you think starting a blog will be the hardest to overcome?

So far it’s been creating a schedule that works for me, making time for to actually get posts written and to make them as engaging as possible.

8. When did you start reading?

I started properly around the age of 14/15

9. Where do you read?

On my Commute to work, my sofa (which is one of my favorite places) and in bed.

10. What kind of books do you like to read?

Young Adult, New Adult, Fantasy, Romance, Sci-Fi and Paranormal


That’s it feel free to try it yourself and leave a link in the comments so I can read your answers! 🙂