Showing posts with label Alice Clayton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alice Clayton. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

{ARC Review} Last Call by Alice Clayton

Last Call (Cocktail, #4.5)Last Call by Alice Clayton
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I received this book from the author for an honest review.

It is a bittersweet end to the Cocktail series. I have had some mixed feelings about the ending of it all. I read Wallbanger**FANTASTIC** three years ago. Then I read Last Call. I am read this book and I have to say that I did not feel connection with Last Call. It just was not a book I wanted to read over and over again, like Wallbanger.

Ms. Clayton had some funny lines and of course I loved all things Carolyn and Simon had to say or any scene (all) that they were in.

I have thought about this feeling I am having about this book and I think, this could be my fault. I did not read Rusty Nail and because of that some information could have been lost that I would have appreciated if I had read the book. I was not lost in translation, but I just was not in it, you know.

I met this wonderful non-orthodox couple who three years, thought they had nothing in common except hooking up old friends with new friends, an uncommon six degrees of separation with Carolyn’s boss’ husband and baked goods.

Three years ago, I was falling out of my chair at the bookstore laughing my ass off.
About a month ago when I read this, I was totally laughing once again, because Clayton can tell a great story. I was just bummed that I just didn’t connect like I did with Wallbanger.

Just like a drink I am not 100% in love with at the bar, I finished it and cherished what I learned about it, not to drink it again or maybe add a chaser. This chaser would be Rusty Nail. I think I will give Last Call another chance by reading the predecessor to its fade to black.

I can say this: I loved the shower scene and the defining statement that is not a question. I loved how all the characters from her books past, even our Gorgeous redhead, was discussed or present. I loved the new beginnings and that Clive once again brought up the rear. What I loved most of all was that this book was about new discoveries and how we have to grow to get to what we want in life.

Happy Reading.



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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

It's a book miracle. A COCKTAIL SERIES NOVELLA



From New York Times & USA TODAY bestselling author Alice Clayton, known for her “deliciously addictive” (The Book Vixen) novels, this Cocktail series novella reunites readers with Caroline and Simon from the wildly successful Wallbanger.

Simon and Caroline are back for another round of baking, banging, and big life changes. Settling in, but never settling down, Caroline has finally struck a balance between the professional and the personal. As one of the top interior designers in San Francisco, she travels all over Northern California between nook time with Simon.

Perpetual globetrotter Simon has cut his frequent flyer miles in half over the last year, preferring to balance his professional and personal life, as well.

The next step in their lives seems preordained—toasts, veils, and the aisle of rose petals. But when an accident on a photo shoot in Southeast Asia brings Caroline the most terrifying phone call she could ever imagine, she has to ask whether “till death do us part” is a more realistic prospect than faces most couples.

It’s been a grand adventure, and Caroline and Simon wouldn’t go out without the best surprise ending ever. One part sexy, one part laughter, a dash of exotic locales, and one pink nightie, mixed with passion, and you’ve got Last Call. Served with a side of Clive.

EXCERPT
“Sexy.” Kiss. “Impossibly sexy.” Kiss. Kiss. “Ludicrously sexy.” Kiss. Grope. Grope.
“Ludicrously sexy?” I asked, my eyes fluttering shut as his fingertips danced inside the edge of my bra.
“It’s a word.”
“So is howfastcanyoubenotsodressed?”
“That’s . . . let’s see . . . one, two, three—”
“You’re counting?”
“—four, five—”
“Simon?”
“Hmm?”
“You should stop the counting and go back to touching.”
“Oh. Babe. I’m getting back to it.”
And he really just was. His hands were sure, specific, practiced on my body. We’d been together long enough to know what each other liked, and what each other loved. The night before was full of love and passion. Tonight? Would be full of frantic, frenzied, crazy stupid, straight-up fucking.

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