There I was, minding my own business at Peachtree Books when this lunatic comes racing in the door and knocks me into his arms. I would have ripped him a new one, but he was kinda familiar, and hot. Like I-want-to-have-your-beautiful-babies-now hot. Turns out he looks familiar because I stare at his gorgeous face on TV every week. Yup, Dalton Deangelo. In the oh-so-firm flesh. I let him hide out from the press for a while, then I thought he'd be on his way, and I could breathe normally again. But no. He found me interesting. He wanted to tag along to my cousin's wedding with me. I couldn't say no to that face...or those eyes. Before the night was through, he was saying sweet things, then dirty things. Very dirty things.I try to keep my eyes wide open. I've made terrible, stupid mistakes in the past. But Dalton Deangelo's touch turns me to Jell-O. I'm just a regular girl, and he's rich and famous with no body fat. The guy has a butler! So, why is he chasing me? And why can't I say no? And what is this sordid secret of his the reporters are trying to uncover?
©2013 Mimi Strong (P)2014 Tantor
"This is one of those audiobooks that you beg your best friend to listen to because you have to have someone to laugh with. This audiobook has everything...humor, great characters, and hot sex!" (Two Crazy Girls with a Passion for Books)
I just Love the Allure of a Great Romance...a Pair of Rose Colored Glasses...some Fine Wine, and a Subscription to Audible...
There is not much to say about Stardust: Peaches Monroe, Volume 1, by Mimi Strong. While there were a few funny moments, the vast majority of it was somewhat sad and pitiful. This book is filled with a series of situations, rather than engaging the reader by having a plot. The ending was unexpected and abrupt.
Sorry...This gets a "no" from me.
Not credit worthy.
Good Books Don't Promote Violence
Peaches could have been a great character if she was older, wiser and more confident. She was trying to accept herself as a full figured woman, but her insecurities kept creeping out.
This book had some amusing and interesting moments - Mimi Strong must have a great sense of humor. However, I wanted more details about the small town where most everyone is related and less about how Peached hates her thighs.
Warning: this book ends abruptly - another cliffhanger! Luckily, by that time I didn't care.
Love never dies, just changes form~Nikita
Peaches is manager of a bookstore in her small hometown in Washington. When an indie production comes to town, a chance meeting with Dalton, the hot, male star of the movie, shakes up her quiet life.
First of all, Peaches is described (multiple times!) by herself and others as "curvy", "plump" and "fat", and frequent mention is made of her "dimpled thighs", cellulite, etc. WHY does every heroine in these books have to be either overweight or model thin?? Am I the ONLY person left in the world that falls into the gray area between those two extremes?
For once, I'd like to read a book where nobody mentions the heroine's weight. If the hero wants to say she is beautiful, that's fine, because the person who loves you SHOULD see you as beautiful no matter what you look like. But I am sick and tired of women's attractiveness to be tied to their weight. And in this book, the reader is hit over the head with this info, over and over.
In any case, Peaches (aka Petra), is a good character. I really liked her as a person but the story line, and how she reacts to the things that happen are utterly ridiculous. But it's not just Peaches who is lacking anything believable to do or say, all the other characters are similarly unrealistic, throwing one-liners and sexual innuendos back and forth in lieu of real dialogue.
The situations are unlikely and nothing much of any real import or intelligence is said. When Dalton actually does dip a toe in the Serious Pool, it's so incongruous with the rest of the story and dialogue that it's jarring and reads false.
In addition, I don't know if this is the author's usual M.O. or if she has a bet going with someone, but it seemed like she bought a book of sexual and genital euphemisms and attempted to put every single one in this book. Seriously. "Meat flaps?"
The onslaught of one-liners and fraternity body part names, gives an overall feeling of superficiality to the story. It never delves deep enough for me to care about ANY of these people, except in the thought while reading: "When is this going to be over?" Then, when I think I have finally finished this book, I realize it is abruptly cut off with NO REAL ENDING and "end of part one" is written. Evidently, there are three parts. However, I will not be reading them.
I do not recommend this book.
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