The Scent Keeper

“Back before there was time, I lived with my father on an island, tucked away in an endless archipelago that reached up out of the cold salt water, hungry for air.”

The Island is all Emmeline has ever known. Her father teaches her about magic and the world of scents and how they are tied so closely to our memories.

Since she was a small child she has believed in the magic of the island. How mysteriously things appear when they need them. The walls of small drawers in their little cabin full of tiny pieces of paper from the mysterious machine that can capture a memory with scent. She believes it all.

As she gets older and begins to question her father and his actions, she finds her own answers and feels betrayed and angry. When tragedy occurs, she is suddenly removed from her island and enters the real world. A world that is ugly and mean and one she wants no part of.

She sets out on her own to find who she is and why she is so different from other people and in doing so will find out about family, loyalty, and betrayal by the ones you love the most.

This may be the most beautiful piece of writing I have seen in a long time. I was left with a beautiful ending and had tears streaming down my face.

This is a must read!

NetGalley/ St.Martin’s Press May 21, 2019

Scent Keeper - Author Image_credit to Susan Doupé

About the Author:
Erica Bauermeister is the author of the bestselling novel The School of Essential Ingredients, Joy for Beginners, and The Lost Art of Mixing. She is also the co-author of the non-fiction works, 500 Great Books by Women: A Reader’s Guide and Let’s Hear It For the Girls: 375 Great Books for Readers 2-14. She has a PhD in literature from the University of Washington, and has taught there and at Antioch University. She is a founding member of the Seattle7Writers and currently lives in Port Townsend, Washington.


I am doing a Giveaway for this book!  Comment below on the subject of scents! Will draw on Monday!



Smitten by the Brit by Melonie Johnson

Smitten by the Brit (Sometimes in Love, #2)

A Sometimes in Love Novel

If you were a fan of Getting Hot With The Scot, well there is more! Bonnie and Theo.

I love Bonnie and her Austen obsession. And Theo is such a gentleman and determined to do the right thing. But you know what they say about good intentions.

Bonnie is back home and still engaged to Gabe. And Theo just happens to be in town on business. When we find out trusty Gabe has been untrue! He cheated! On Bonnie! Which leaves the road free for Theo to make a move.

Only Theo’s mother is determined he marry an heiress to shore up the family’s coffers.

Will they get together? Will Love win? You will have to read it to find out!

NetGalley/ May 28th 2019 by St. Martin’s Paperbacks

The Unbreakables by Lisa Barr

The Unbreakables

The worst birthday ever might just be the gift of a lifetime…

Sophie and Gabe Bloom along with her two best friends and their spouses are ready to celebrate Sophie’s 42nd birthday with a nice dinner out. In very short order they get down to the gossip going around about all of the men caught out in the Ashley Madison cheating scandal. And, Happy Birthday!, guess who is the top cheater? Gabe.

Humiliated? Yes. Done? Yes. Sophie hops a flight to France to see her daughter who is studying in Paris struggling with her own cheater. Sophie ends up in Saint-Paul-de-Vence. Artists abound and Sophie finds herself putting her dreams and desires first for once.

I love strong women. And Sophie did not hesitate to jump into the unknown while trying to heal her heart and grieve for what she thought she had. In this story, she discovers her own voice, her own strength and becomes her true self. She decides what is over and what is unbreakable.

Wonderful Story!

Edelweiss/ Harper Collins  May 14, 2019




The Little Teashop on Main by Jodi Thomas

The Little Teashop on Main

A rainy-day ritual—a tea party between three little girls—becomes the framework of not only their friendship, but their lives.

A heart felt story about 3 friends and the bonds they forged over their first tea party as children. They have vowed to always remain friends and be there for each other.

Zoe, Shannon and Emily are different people. With different paths and different challenges. But what remains the same as we watch them grow up and face difficult times, but together.

One of my favorite authors, Thomas is so good at weaving a story with layers and characters you would love to know. This is one of those stories that leave you with tears and laughter, joy and heartache.

What a joy it was to read this!

NetGalley/May 7th 2019 by HQN

sunset beach by mary kay andrews *Release Day*

Sunset Beach by Mary Kay Andrews

Drue Campbell is 36 years old. Her mother just died. She is still limping as a result of a serious kiteboard accident which has knocked her out of that sport for good. At a very low point in her life you could say.

Drue and her mother have lived in Fort Lauderdale since the divorce and Drue hasn’t seen her father in a very long time. When he shows up at her mothers funeral, Drue is shocked to see him. He wants to offer her a job on the east coast side of Florida at his law firm, where he is a local bigshot injury attorney. He also has a more precious gift to give her. The keys to her grandparent’s cottage on a pricey stretch of beach.

Swallowing her pride and taking a low-level phone job is bad enough but to find out her father is married again and to her former bestie from elementary school! Drue and Wendy had a falling out in school and now it looks as if Wendy is doing everything she can to get Drue to quit.

But Drue meets a client and gets involved personally trying to track down a killer. As if that isn’t enough she has found paperwork in the cottage attic that makes her believe her father may be not so honest after all. And may be responsible for a long cold case of a missing woman.

This was so different from what I was expecting! And I was way off base on who the bad guys were.

All of the warm fuzzies we feel with this author and a suspense/mystery! Very well done!

NetGalley/ May 7th 2019 by St. Martin’s Press

*BLOG TOUR* Getting Hot with the Scot by Melonie Johnson

Getting Hot with the Scot by Melonie Johnson

A Sometimes in Love Novel

Cassie and friends are taking a break and visiting their favorite European countries. Cassie, a pop-culture reporter who has plans to become a serious reporter, and find herself a hot Scot for a one time fling.

Liam, hides a lot of pain under a devil-may-care attitude and his own show of pranks and shenanigans.

When they meet it is instant chemistry and this may become something much more serious.

This was a fun, instantly engaging romantic comedy. The characters were hilarious and exactly the type of friends I would want to go on a vacation with! I never read this genre’  but took a chance and I have to say I’m glad I did! I already have her next one in my TBR list.

Well Done!

Netgalley/ St. Martin’s Press April 30th, 2019

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Would you look at that? The man is wearing a kilt.
Note to self: Cassie Crow—be careful what you wish
The man groaned again and raised a hand to shield his
eyes from the sunlight now cutting across the hidden al-
“Are you all right?”
“I will be fine once ye douse that blasted light.” He
squinted up at her. “Be ye a new chambermaid?”
Chambermaid? She eyed the wide sleeves and open
neck of the old-fashioned piratey shirt he wore. “Not sure
what kind of weird-ass stuff you’re into buddy, but I don’t
do RPG.”
“Weird . . . ass?” His dark red brows drew together as
he shaped his mouth around the letters. “Are pee gee?”
“Role playing games. You know, like cosplay or what-
ever.” She pointed at him. “Look, you’re the one wearing
that get-up and talking like a reject from Macbeth.”
He narrowed his eyes at her finger. “Be ye a witch?”
“What did you call me?”
With another groan, he lurched forward. Oh God, what
if he was hurt? For all she knew he was a member of some

historic castle tour who got lost in a back passageway and
hit his head. She leaned down to inspect him for bruises.
He threw a hand out, palm up, warding her off. “Back
away, sorceress,” he hissed.
“Seriously?” She slapped his hand out of the way.
“Here, let me help you out of there.” Cassie tugged gently
on his shoulder. The voluminous shirt was loose, but she
could feel—and appreciate—the thick spread of muscle
beneath the soft fabric.
Just my luck, I finally run into a hot Highlander, and
he’s delusional.
The man waved off her assistance and struggled to his
feet, shaking a wild tousle of thick, red hair out of his eyes.
Cassie never fancied herself to be a ginger girl, but it
worked on him . . . or maybe that was the kilt talking. She
eyed the swath of plaid fabric wrapped around his hips and
wondered, like any female in her position would, what
might or might not be under there. Reluctantly, she raised
her gaze and caught him scrutinizing her in return.
“What be these strange breeks ye wear?” he asked,
moving in a circle around her.
Cassie swore she could feel the weight of each of his
eyeballs resting on her denim-clad backside. Fair enough.
After a prolonged moment, she glanced over her shoulder.
“Get a good look?”
“Aye.” He swallowed. “’Tis most unseemly, lass.” He
shook his head, gaze still glued to her ass.
“They’re called jeans.” She pivoted to face him. “Are
you for real?”
He met her gaze, his answer falling from his lips in a
deep, rich brogue with trilling r’s that curled her toes, “Aye,
lass, I’m real.”
Cassie’s heart hiccupped. Of course he’s real. Unless

those shots were stronger than I thought. “Were you at the
whisky tasting?”
“Whisky?” His green-gold eyes lit with interest. “Do
ye have whisky for me, then? I could use a wee dram. Be
a good lass and fetch it for me.”
“Ha! I think you’ve had enough, mister. Is that how you
ended up stuck in there?” Even as she said this, Cassie
doubted it. She didn’t smell a hint of alcohol on him,
though she did pick up other pleasant smells. Mint and
clove and man and . . . Stop being ridiculous.
His broad shoulders lifted and dropped. “I dinna ken.”
“How long were you in there?”
Another shrug.
Cassie dragged her attention away from the wide curve
of his shoulders and leaned past him, inspecting the dark,
narrow space behind the bookshelf.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, panic edg-
ing his voice. “Nay, lass. Doona be going in there.”
“Why not?” She inched forward and tried to get a bet-
ter look.
“It canna be safe.” He tugged on her wrist again, his
fingers warm and firm.
Tiny butterflies danced along the path where his skin
touched hers. She brushed away the tingling sensation and
slipped out of his grip, careful not to snag her bracelet.
“Well, you were in there, and you appear to have man-
“Are ye daft, wench? I was trapped!”
She sniffed, not sure she liked being referred to as a
wench, and frowned up at him. “What’s the last thing you
He closed his eyes and slumped against the shelf. “I
canna recall anything afore the moment I woke to find my-

self crammed within yonder wall.” He blinked and fo-
cused intently on her. “The moment I found you, lass.”
Cassie decided she liked being called lass much better
than wench, especially when he was looking at her like
that. Gazes locked, her other senses sharpened, heighten-
ing her awareness of his body and its proximity to hers.
She cleared her throat. “Hm. I think it’d be more accurate
to say I’m the one who found you.” Telling herself she was
only searching for injuries, she reached up and tentatively
skimmed her palms along his temples, her fingers trailing
his scalp.
“Looking for devil’s horns?” The man cocked one
wicked brow at her as he raised his arms to mirror her
movements, running his hands over her head and shoul-
ders before brushing his palms down her back. “Ye’ve
naught got any fairy wings, so I’d say we’re even. In fact,”
he whispered against her hair, standing so close the low
burr of his voice became a purr in her own chest, “ye feel
perfect to me.”
Like the migrating monarchs her dad studied, the but-
terflies made a return trip, enveloping her in a fluttery
haze. She shivered. Whether it was the Scot or the scotch
or both, Cassie didn’t care. He was here and she was here,
and damn it all, it was about time she skipped to the good
stuff. With a forceful mental click, Cassie turned off her
brain, tilted her chin up, and caught his mouth with hers.
He made a low sound in the back of his throat, of pro-
test or surprise, she wasn’t sure. But then his hands settled
at her waist, and he returned the kiss. His mouth was
somehow soft and hard at the same time, and when he
slipped his tongue between her lips, she felt more light-
headed than if she’d downed every shot of whisky that
had been on that tasting list.

Cassie rolled her tongue against his, savoring the deli-
cious contact. He met her thrust for thrust, deepening the
kiss until she was swept away on a tidal wave of desire.
This. This is what I’ve been waiting for. She clung to
him, hands gripping his shoulders, swimming in sensa-
tion, drowning in it.

the summer retreat by Sheila Roberts

The Summer Retreat

When Celeste Jones finds out her year-long boyfriend is a liar and a cheat, she packs up her swimsuit and heads to Moonlight Harbor to spend some time with her sister, Jenna.
There were some interesting characters in this one. It was a bit to rambling for me and I kept having to go back and see who was who. A first for DNF.
NetGalley/April 23rd 2019 by MIRA