I call dibs on Teagan Hunter. Forever.

With the release of Text Me Baby One More Time, we have the conclusion to the Texting series. An interconnected, stand alone series of RomCom gold (*HIGHLY recommended to read in order, however, trust me).

I love you, he said.

Forever, he said.

Turns out, he lied.

When he leaves me high and dry after a cross-country move, I push him out of my life as much as I can, which is hard to do when the guy who broke your heart also happens to be the most famous dude in town.

After a disastrous year, he’s aiming to rehab his reputation, and I just so happen to be aiming for a promotion at the paper.

So, we strike a deal, and it’s a win-win all around.

Besides, what’s the harm in a few dates to charity galas anyway?

He’s arrogant, a total jerk. There’s no way I’ll fall for him…again.

I used to love him. Now I hate him…I think.

Text Me Baby One More Time is a second chance, enemies (but ARE they?) to lovers romance that packs a heady dose of humor, swoon and yes, yes, sexy times.

“Well, this tension-filled silence is my cue. Have a good night with your right hand, [Cap].” And there it is. This tension she’s referring to is unfinished business. We both know it, and if I can get [Bucky] to give me the time of day, I intend to finish it. “I’ll have you know I’m a switch-hitter. I was going to give Lefty some showtime tonight.”

Teagan blends humor and heart so seamlessly, and I find myself in awe at how she writes these characters straight into our own hearts, forever. The bantering (throughout the entire series even) is effortless and relatable. It’s so natural, it’s easy to forget it’s fiction.

The way Teagan writes is so unassuming, one moment I’m laughing, literally, out loud, the next, my stomach bottoms out in the best way from the intense, subtle swoon I mention so frequently. The sex is hot, the romance is real, and the high you’ll be feeling from it all is lethal.

Cap and Bucky. Oy. Bucky and Cap. These two- their undeniable and unavoidable attraction of mind, body and heart is palatable.

Young love isn’t always right, but when it is, it’s the rightest kind of right there is…and if my heart is telling me one thing, it’s that [Cap] and me? We’re right, and I’m ready to fight for it.

They share a history, one of our kismet, one that hurts, one that you feel yourself yelling out famously, “I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU” as it crumbles suddenly but not altogether unexpectedly. I mean, we need some kind of angsty bullshit bullshit to allow for angry sex, yeah?

If we’re not slinging insults at one another, we don’t know how to act. You’d never guess from the way we interact that [Bucky] and I share a long, painful history.

It’s difficult not to go into great detail, because while this story is fun and generally light-hearted, going in blind is the best thing you could do. There is texting, there is quick wit, A PUG, nerdiness, redemption and an encore from an ensemble cast we have grown to love so fiercely.

Nothing I say will do this story, this series, Teagan herself, any justice. You have to experience it for yourself, and you can thank me later.

…what if you were everything I expected and hoped for? What if we did work out? What if we didn’t fail? What if you didn’t regret it for a second? What if the fucking Pope shits in the goddamn woods? There are a lot of what-ifs in life.” She shakes her head. “Being chickenshit isn’t a reason to walk away from something.”


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Early Review: Falling for the Cowboy, Kennedy Fox

“I didn’t get your name,” he says.

“I didn’t give it to you.” I walk around him, set my plate down on the table, then march back upstairs.

Falling for the Cowboy is the final story in Kennedy Fox’s Bedtime Reads- think of them like quickies. Full length, standalones that are 100% bingeable- read ’em in one sitting.


Blurb:

Never trust a man who wears nothing more than a cowboy hat and ripped jeans who asks if you’d like to save a horse and ride a . . . well, you get the picture. 

That should’ve been enough for me to walk away. 
I’ve been warned on several occasions about southern men—with their sexy accents, charming manners, and the ability to easily get any woman in bed—which is something I’ll be avoiding. 

Being a professional photographer has many perks—traveling around the world, calling all the shots, and working with subject matter that isn’t bad to look at—but Colton Langston with his washboard abs and baby blue eyes, could care less about my current project. He’s trouble, I know it, and he’s
determined to make me work for every single photo.

When I’m forced into riding lessons, I get way more than I ever bargained for, and by the time my trip is over, I’m in too deep. Being with him was thrilling, but falling for him was unpredictable. 
And ignoring him will be impossible.


Cowboy is bittersweet in many ways, while Keeping Him was an end to a Kfox era, (the Bishops) Cowboy is like the cherry on top as we make our way back to the Bishop ranch one last time.

Presley is a photographer first, but ultimately a Bookstagrammer and jesusfuckingchrist, how perfectly meta. Colton works for the Bishops on the ranch, doing cowboy things, and being sexy as fuck, obviously. I don’t know how Brooke and Lyra did it (dragging me kicking and screaming), but I now have a bit of a thing for cowboys. Thanks for that, y’all.

“Watch out for those cowboys though. They’ll rope your heart with one end then tie you up with the other.”

A strict “no sexy times with the guests” and a gorgeous red head with curves that demand you buckle up and hang on make for a hot, tension powered, quick read with a satisfying happily ever after.

“So you’ve never ridden before?” I ask.

“Not a horse,” she quips. Instantly, the thought of her riding me enters my mind, but I try to push it away. I can’t help imagining my fingers digging into her thick hips as she takes me whole. Fuck.

Presley is doing what she wants, living her best life, but Colton throws a horseshoe into the mix, and suddenly she is torn between chasing her dreams and allowing new ones to root- ones that don’t involve her solo adventures around the country/world.

The playfulness between these two makes it impossible not to root for them from the start. When they finally stop fighting the pull they have towards each other, it is sweet and sultry.

She looks up at me and I place my finger under her chin. I know I shouldn’t kiss her, I shouldn’t make a move, but when she licks her lips, I can’t deny the way I feel. I slowly lean in and watch her eyes flutter closed and it’s all the permission I need.

When you learn that Colton is going to be that guy that will support his woman’s dreams, her ambitions, will refuse to hold her back from taking on the world- it is stupid to deny how utterly perfect he is.

I feel like I’m falling for Colton all over again, to be honest.

Falling for the Cowboy is a sweet, fun romance with trademark Kennedy Fox steam that makes you swoon.


Available NOW on iBooks, Nook (B&N) and Kobo, but only for 48 hours! You can still preorder on Amazon, where it releases on midnight, January 31st. It will then be exclusively on Amazon and Amazon KU.

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Things to know:

  • Can read as a complete standalone and is a full-length 70k word novel
  • If you’re a fan of the Bishop Brothers series than you’re going to LOVE this one! You see plenty of those Bishop twins!
  • Includes a 10k bonus story of Travis & Viola from the Checkmate Duet Series!

“[Meagan] is trouble. Problem is, I like the taste of trouble.”

Listen.

I have no idea how to write this review. I am sleep deprived and hungover (from this book) as fuck. Did I steal a quote from Maddoc, and insert Meagan’s name? Yes, I did- BECAUSE IT IS EFFECTIVE.

Meagan Brandy is fucking trouble. The best kind.

This story is making proverbial waves in the Romance community right now, and at the time of writing this it currently sits high in the top 100 paid in Kindle store. It is easily being compared to other series of similar nature that have come before it- but do NOT let that get your panties in a twist. Meagan has taken a particular niche in the mature young adult/ NA (New Adult) genre (specifically the lives of rich boys, poor girls and all the exaggerated drama it can bring, not to mention sexual exploits that I only dreamed about when I was in High School) and put her own spin on it. With so few stories in this particular group of tropes, it’s hard not to compare (or for those bitter bitches, to say it’s a blatant copy).

Boys of Brayshaw High is my first book by Meagan, and it sure as fuck won’t be my last. Especially since I would probably be willing to kill a kitten to get my hands on BoBH #2.

“Girls like you aren’t exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way.” 

Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for “troubled teens”. 

I didn’t listen, and now I’m on their radar. 

They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they’ve deemed me fit. 

Too bad for them, I don’t follow rules. 
Too bad for me, they’re determined to make sure I do. 

Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings…these are the boys of Brayshaw High. 

And I’m the girl who got in their way. 

I was not expecting this book, or these characters. Raven Carver is the hero we all need. She is 17, and has lived a life that has hardened her into someone who knows how to handle her shit. How to defend herself, how to survive.

“Mess with me again… and see what happens. I don’t play poker, princess, I lay it all out upfront. You’ve got a problem? Put it on the table or find another to play your little game.”

It’s hard to be frustrated by her lack of attachments (to people and things), at her unwillingness to trust anyone. She lives by doing what needs to be done and nothing more. She isn’t sorry for it, and doesn’t expect pity. She is observant as fuck, and that is one of her key survival skills, knowing how to read a situation, how to read people. You want her to trust, to admit to herself that she is allowed to and can have feelings other than a perpetual simmering rage and inherent mistrust. I have a serious girlcrush on our RaeRae and the fact that she grows as a character (spoilers alert: for someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she surely knows how to make one hell of a noble sacrifice) by the end of the book makes it harder not to love her.

The boys of Brayshaw are what reverse harem dreams are made of. And I mean, there is that ONE SCENE.

But April, what is a reverse harem? I’m so glad you asked! Easiest answer is this: … the gentlemen in question – at least three of them, usually more – solely focus all their care on our heroine, and only on our heroine, at all times.  [credit: WHERE (ALL) THE BOYS ARE — REVERSE HAREMS EXPLAINED]

Maddoc, Captain and Royce demand respect. They don’t ask for it. Ever. In fact, I’m certain they don’t ask for anything- they take it or it’s given to them freely.

“It’s funny though, it’s usually the preppy jocks wth gelled up hair and button-ups who run around believing their dicks are magic who run shit. The ones with clean and clear paths to ivy leagues and legacies, those are the type most choose to follow, oping for an arm in.

But these three…they’re the exact opposite of a pretty boy.

The way they walk, all tall and assertive, forceful and dripping in swag, a physical dominance so solid it commands your attention- there’s nothing clean cut or classic about them. And if my intuition is as on point as usual, then the line they walk is a little more than crooked. “

These boys are a unit- they move, and think as one (yet clearly, their roles within are defined), and only trust each other. They have a connected past, raised together as brothers despite not sharing blood. They wear a mask, but that mask cracks after Raven chips away at it- unknowingly. She gives each of the boys something they need, “someone for Captain to care for, someone for Royce to worry about, someone for Maddoc to protect.” And while our RaeRae thinks that’s all there is to it, she’s blessedly ignorant.

“If someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.” “I can’t do that.” He pushes closer, his expression angrier. “Why not?” “Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”

Some may (and have said) there is no plot to this, but I disagree- BOBH is the set up, it’s the slow incline on an angst driven drama roller coaster, the cliffhanger being exactly that- you, hanging there, knowing you’re about to fucking fall, because with self-sacrificing comes some of the best emotional, frustrating, yet exciting rides.

While to some, this story may “drag”, and I get it (I personally don’t think so, but hey- opinions, am I right?), but I think it’s done deliberately- setting you up for what is to come. There is more to this than privileged boys who all gravitate towards a girl from the literal wrong side of town- they aren’t good boys, they have skeletons dancing in their closets same as Raven, and I can not wait to dance with them in the following books.

This is the kind of story you become easily addicted to, staying up until you are sleep drunk, and then you ask yourself why is it so fucking special? What about this (amazing) nonsense is so intoxicating? And I think a big draw is the taboo element. The story itself isn’t taboo, but the fact that us grown ass women (mid thirties, here) are reading and lusting after 18 year olds (shamelessly, might I add) increases the exhilaration while reading.

I will absolutely be pushing this book into the hands of anyone who is willing to inhale the fantasy of it, the escape this deliciously, deviant spectacle of lusty fiction provides.

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“Wrong Number, Right Guy” Let’s Get Textual, by Teagan Hunter

Coincidentally, it is in the follow up to Let’s Get Textual that describes this story so simply, and perfectly-

Somehow that wrong number turned into the purest, easiest love I’ve ever witnessed.

I Wanna Text You Up, Teagan Hunter

Contemporary romance, romantic comedies, these are not my go-to when I’m looking for quality smut. I want it dangerous, dark and dirty as fuck. Somehow, Teagan Hunter slipped in with her dick (and clit!) jokes and baby goats and I fell in love. My fangirl status went from “Oh, she’s some author that wrote these books my best friend loves” to ” HI TEAGAN, IT’S ME AGAIN, I KNOW I’M A LITTLE CRAZY BUT LET’S PLEASE BE BEST FRIENDS, THANKS!”

Zach: What about Mexican?

Me: Can I just eat the free chips and salsa?

Zach: No. How about Italian?

Me: Can you be any more cliche?

Zach: I’m sure I can find a way.

Zach: Are you allergic to anything?

Me: Human souls.

Let’s Get Textual, Teagan Hunter

I bought Let’s Get Textual to take with my to Holidays with the Belles (a signing event in Dallas, Texas this coming February)- and I realized that with just over two weeks left until then, I should probably introduce myself to some of the HWTB authors’ writing that I have yet to read.

I started reading in the car pick-up line yesterday afternoon, without any regard to the the title or the glorious abs gracing the cover (and I’m typically an arms and back girl, but dayum Teagan, where’d you find this stud?).

By chapter three I was cackling so loud and and hell bent on the television babysitting the spawn for the rest of the night so mama could read. “Just call the T.V. Mom, kids!” (this happens more than I should probably admit to be honest) I finished the book within 7 hours of off and on reading. The pacing is quick, but not rushed, and even so I desperately wanted more. More of Zach and Delia.

Their banter was effortless, and so fucking relatable. Their chemistry was like a sky full of cliched fireworks, but still, undeniably natural and got me feelin’ some kind of way. I would laugh and then swoon, laugh, then swoon- it was like a happy horny roller coaster complete with cockblocking goat.

We’re lying face to face in the middle of the bed, the blanket draped over our waists, grinning like fools.

“What?” I whisper.

“I made it in.”

“What?” I ask again, confused.

“Your special Hufflepuff-only chamber of secrets.”

Let’s Get Textual, Teagan Hunter

There isn’t much drama, or even graphic, gratuitous sex (something far more common in my regular smut reads), but that subtle swoon and sweetness on top of the humor was more than enough to satisfy. Teagan just proves that you don’t always need constant thrusting cocks and panties that need changing after a single look to write a wonderfully addictive, romantic, hilarious story.

The only downside to reading an actual paperback is I don’t highlight every snarky comment or sexy scene or confession of love- but let me tell you right fucking now, Let’s Get Textual is worthy of any and all lady boners (admitted or not). I’ve got a massive girl crush on Teagan’s writing and am currently binging the rest of the Text series.

“I could love you one day, Zach,” I whisper against his mouth.

“I think it’s too late for me, Delia.”

Let’s Get Textual, Teagan Hunter

Oh but, loving you is easy- Hating to Love You, by Erin Rylie

Erin Rylie feels like a seasoned veteran of the Romance genre with her debut, Hating to Love You. Despite the fact that I easily award books with five stars for pure enjoyment, it is rather difficult to actually impress me, however, Erin has done just that with Rafe and Sophie’s story.

Hating to Love You takes tried and true romantic elements, but makes them feel new again. Though separate, they each have their own pasts that have dictated the present. Sad circumstances that make them who they are and how they react to being thrown into situations, like Rafe’s inability to be open about his childhood for fear of rejection, both romantically and especially within his career. Sophie has been burned again and again by men and so, naturally, she is immediately dismissive of anyone that even resembles a ‘playboy’.

Rafe finds himself the subject of a lot of attention as he becomes Houston’s Hot Cop, while Sophie is saddled with the unfortunate task of interviewing him for a series of articles. What Sophie wasn’t expecting, of course, was the immediate attraction. While expected within a romance novel, Erin makes Sophie feel so much more real by bringing the trope to the forefront of our heroine’s mind, “So this is what insta-lust feels like. Holy Shit.” Not only did Rafe laugh out loud (because Sophie inadvertently said it out loud), but I did too.

This story is seasoned perfectly with moments like this, that make the characters feel more real, despite the common plot themes that accompany contemporary romance.

Hating to Love You is undeniably sweet, it has heart, humor and it has steam-

” The door hadn’t even completely closed before his mouth was on hers. He kissed her like a starving man, like he needed the air in her lungs to breathe. One hand pushed through her hair, grasping the back of her neck, while the other slid down her body. Everywhere he touched sparked at the contact. His hand moved slowly down her side, caressing the side of her breast, her waist, and then her hip before sliding around to grab her ass. He cupped her firmly in one palm and tugged her forward, pressing his chest against hers. “

The dialogue between our characters, main and supporting, feels effortless, natural. At under 300 pages, it is a shorter story, but the pacing is spot on- including the time jumps that occur. Nothing feels rushed. What could easily have suffered from a plot dump (throwing everything together at the end in a giant clusterfuck), was again, handled with ease by Erin.

One of the driving forces of this story is not necessarily the fact that they are forced to work together, but what happens as a result of their insta-lust.

Minor Spoilers Ahead

It is boldly hinted at in the description that Sophie becomes pregnant, but somehow that didn’t register with me when I briefly scanned in and so I went in primarily blind when starting this book. It should be no surprise that I detest baby romances (that is, if you follow me on Instagram), however, when I realized that this is what Hating to Love You was at it’s heart, I wasn’t mad about it- not one bit. Erin has a way about her writing that drew me in immediately. The pregnancy itself is used to bring Sophie and Rafe closer, to build their relationship and guide us to the Happily Ever After (and subsequent Epilogue cliffhanger! DAMN YOU ERIN). And maybe that is why it was so easy for me to love, while Sophie’s 9 months is the glue, it is Sophie and Rafe’s relationship that holds our attention so completely.

Though our leads are center stage, it is hard to ignore the supporting cast. Kelsey and Carlos feel immediately fleshed out, which is not something I expect from a debut author, but again, Erin is a unicorn. I cannot wait to dive into Kelsey’s head (and have my drama fueled heart sated by her very tenuous relationship with her ex-husband). I can already anticipate the hidden depths to Carlos, resident charmer. There is always more going on beneath the surface and I cannot wait to see what Erin brings us in book two of Houston’s Finest series.


Get Hating to Love You (Houston’s Finest) on Amazon, available as an ebook, and paperback. It is also a part of the Kindle Unlimited Library.

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When Holidays Are More Than Home and Happy

I believe that everyone remembers the first time they were asked to step outside their own experience of the world and realize that life weaves itself differently for every new person who enters it. The first time I realized my life wasn’t everyone’s “normal” was the first time I had a friend who wasn’t looking forward to going home for the holidays over winter break – because their aunt would drink too much, because their family was complicated, because mom and dad would fight, because there was a good chance half their siblings wouldn’t show up.

In the midst of a season that is designed to cater to families, couples, home, cozy, and happiness, this moment is for those for whom holidays hold a tinge of sadness alongside all the magic. Maybe you just need a reminder to take the time to care for yourself. Maybe you need someone to emphasize that it’s okay to hurt and it’s okay to take the time to protect yourself.

If your holiday means putting some distance between you and the system you grew up in, know that you’re attempting to do one of the hardest things in the world and it’s okay that it’s hard. Families form us and they can also hurt us, and sometimes one of the best things to do is step back, step aside, and make sure you’re surrounded by people who love you even if they’re not the people who bore you. This is true and valid even if the hurt stems from a place filled with the best intentions. Sometimes the people who love us can so badly want the best for us that the way they try to get there seems cloudy.

If your holiday feels like a time when you surround yourself with people who aren’t safe or don’t really know you, whether that be sexuality, gender identity, religion, or just the general existential crisis, take a breath. If you don’t like the way your life is going, take a breath. If you’re not sure you’ve made the right decisions or you’re just generally overwhelmed with how the heck you got to where you are now, take a breath.

Give yourself permission to feel what you’re feeling. It’s okay to process through your feelings even if you can’t articulate exactly why they’re there. It’s okay to allow yourself to work through hurt, anger, pain, frustration, betrayal, and grief. It’s equally okay to put those feelings aside until you get through the weekend or the season.

Feel free to set boundaries. You don’t walk to talk about politics? Step out. Family asking questions you don’t have answers to? “I’d rather not discuss that right now, thank you.” Situations you’re already aware might lead to complete and utter chaos? Communicate where your lines are. Communicate areas that are safe. And feel free to step out or step away or leave completely if that’s required once those lines are crossed.

Check your feelings with people who are outside the system. Shoot a text to a friend and ask if you’re really the worst person in the world, because chances are it’s very likely that you’re not. Sometimes we need an outside voice to speak truth into a pattern we’ve been living out for years – and sometime it’s nice to have all those suspicions and hurt feelings we’ve been stomping down validated. Even if it’s just to hear “they shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Finally, for those in the midst of dark, overwhelming, heavy, big feelings. Please stay safe this holiday season. Know that that’s exactly what it is – a season. It, this, those feelings, and this chaos will pass as long as you continue to wake up every morning and keep breathing. And if it gets exceptionally overwhelming, here are some numbers for people who are there literally just to talk and encourage you:

National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-2433

Hearing & Speech Impaired: 1-800-799-4889

National Runaway Safeline: 1-800-786-2929

The Trevor Project for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Questioning Youth: 1-866-488-7386

Veteran’s Crisis Line: 1-800-273-8255

I’ve always felt like I’ve had a safe home to go back to for the holidays. Sure, we have our issues (and even that can feel overwhelming sometimes), but I’ve never questioned my family’s love for me. It still rocks my mind that this isn’t the normative experience, and I’ve always wondered what I can do to help.

Grab a friend. Bring them home. Keep your phone close for those who need help. Validate, validate, validate. Encourage those who are taking steps towards healing. And love those around you like crazy. This season is magic, and everyone gets to be part of spreading that magic.

Just remember that this season wouldn’t be anything without the people you love. And remember there’s always someone out there who loves you, even if it’s family that you chose not family you were given.

And us little witches are always here if you need to rant, vent, or cry. OR CELEBRATE THOSE STEPS TOWARDS BRAVERY.

We love you, beans! Merry OFFICIAL Christmas season.

-B-

April’s Annual (Bookish) Holiday Gift Guide

It’s that time of year again- the biggest shopping weekend is on the horizon and absolutely everyone I know is having a sale of some sort. It’s absolute chaos and totally counter-intuitive to the #bookstagram FOMO I have been trying to ignore. Will my steely reserve I’ve been building up break this weekend, or will I hold true and not spend a penny? (That’s totally rhetoric, you know damn well, I’ll break…)

Without much more yabbering from me, let’s just get into the meat of it all- THE GOODS. Below is a list of (some of my favorite) small businesses with the perfect gifts for book lovers of all kinds, included with their Black Friday/Cyber Monday sale information (if available).


The Melting Library, my favorite candle making boss babe- so naturally she’s at the top of the list, I realize that’s all bias, but I am writing this so it’s full of bias and I have no shame in forcing my favorites into your faces.

A (primarily) bookish candle company that has celebrated it’s third anniversary this year, Raquel is constantly striving to bring you creative, one of a kind ideas. This Holiday season she has created  several new scents and even a bookish candle advent calendar (yeah, you heard me).

24 Days of Litmas is a tealight signature The Melting Library scent for every day of the holidays, and with a LIMITED quantity available… May the odds be ever in your favor.

 Along with her classic Christmas/Holiday collection (complete with new Wizard themed candles, and all the glorious alliteration she is becoming known for) she has recently introduced wood wicks to her line of candles, and they are as dreamy as they look, I can promise you that. Hand poured into amber colored jars, wood wicks provide that aesthetically pleasing crackle while also maintaining a classic look that appeals to any decor or style. 

The biggest sale of the year is this Friday, so if you’ve been dying to get your hands on a TML candle, I would say now is the best time!

Keep up to date with The Melting Library  on Instagram

Little Inklings Designs, home of the Always Fully Booked planner.  Megan is one of the most hard working individuals I know, and one of my favorite humans on this planet. Again, my bias is showing, but I warned you so-

Megan originally was known for her bookmarks and word art, but last year after her search for a planner yielded no results that suited her, she created her own with a twist unique to her and the book community. Always Fully Booked sold out fast, and people were still clamoring for it. She also created A Novel Companion, an undated, smaller version of the planner. Following huge success last year, she is back again this year with an even BIGGER and BETTER Always Fully Booked planner.

Pre-orders are already closed, but BUT there will be a LIMITED amount of the planners available this Friday, November 23rd, at MIDNIGHT EST. There will also be a small restock of the Novel Companion. Once both have sold out, they will NOT be restocked. These planners are themed with the book lover/ Bookstagrammer in mind, but work equally as well as a daily planner.

Along with the restock of planners, Little Inklings is also releasing three new mug designs. Black Friday sales include 20% off  ALL bookmarks and a LAST CHANCE section of retired products returned at a deeply discounted price.

Little Inklings Design is also on Society6, where you can find Megan’s designs on a whole boatload of products (like one of the softest throw blankets I HAVE EVER SNUGGLED UP WITH IN ALL OF MY LIFE).

Keep up to date with all Little Inklings Design news on her Instagram.

That’s Sew Tiff is a magical unicorn, and I am saying that because it is true but also because I have been writing this post over the span of several days and hours and sometimes I get loopy- just go with it, Tiff is a magical creature.

Tiff creates mug rugs. What is a mug rug you ask? A rug… for your mug! They are everything I didn’t know I needed until I started buying them and haven’t been able to stop. They come in many patterns and varied sizes, and often will match seasons or current holiday themes. That’s Sew Tiff will have a small restock this Saturday, November 24th  (good luck ).  

Follow my unicorn on Instagram for sneak peaks and restock information

There are many ‘book sleeve’ makers out there, and everyone has their favorite for one reason or another- MY favorite is Joyce at Pages Remembered. Hand made page keepers in various sizes and patterns that are truly hard to resist.  You can also request additions like button closures, or ribbon (tied to close).

Her creative brain also came up with bookmark keepers- which, if you are anything like me, even a little, is something you need and you didn’t even realize it. Not only are they perfectly sized for an excessive bookmark collection but can also be used for pens, (pencils, markers, etc.) and honestly anything else your brain can think to stash inside. This is including the page keepers, not necessarily just for books, I’ve used my own for planners and notebooks, tablets. 

Pages Remembered Black Friday weekend sale information is as follows:

Follow Pages Remembered on Instagram for updates

Andi, owner of Book Balm is one of the hidden gems out there: 
handmade lip balms made with all natural beeswax, sheabutter, and coconut oil. I was lucky enough to win a giveaway a while back for her Hogwarts House sampler set.

Poured in small batches, they maintain a high quality, smell and taste wonderfully, and add a creamy smooth finish to your lips. The full size balms are packaged in neat, compact tins that can go anywhere with you.

Hoping to add add a few new listings in the near future (do follow her for updates!), she is having some fantastic sales this weekend on current stock:

  • Black Friday (Nov. 23) all product is 20% OFF
  • Small Business Saturday (Nov. 24), store wide 30% OFF
  • Cyber Monday (Nov. 26), 25% OFF on all

No coupon code needed for the above sale dates. Not shopping this weekend? Save 20% on orders with coupon code HAPPYHOLIDAYS20 between December 1st and December 10th. Book balms are the quintessential stocking stuffing, for book lovers and non book lovers alike.

Keep up to date with Book Balm, follow on Instagram!

Kit Cronk Studio is the company of an Australian based graphic design artist I fell in love with when I discovered her wood pins, which I am forever obsessed with. A myriad of products with designs for any kind of book lover. Art prints, notebooks, note cards, mugs and newly added temporary tattoos! Many are limited in quantity, so if you see something you like, #treatyoself, as they say. You can use DRINKSTEA10 on your order to save 10% at checkout.

In addition to Kit’s regular product, each month she creates a Limited Edition design/mug that is only available for the current month. November’s design is Court of Terrasen, in honor of the release of Kingdom of Ash and the end of the Throne of Glass series.  

FOR ONE WEEK ONLY (beginning November 22nd), it has been announced that previous month’s Limited Edition mugs are coming back. Designs inspired by Six of Crows, Narnia and more.

While Kit cannot guarantee Christmas delivery, the cut off for orders is November 30th, if you wish to receive it by/around the Holidays. From personal experience, Kit ships fast, but has no control over the postal system- and ya’ll know how crazy the end of the year can be for shipping, not to mention it’s primarily international shipping (as I can assume the majority, if not all of you, reading this are based in the USA/Canada).

BONUS: You can get FREE shipping on orders over $30AU using ISHIPIT at checkout! 

Stay updated with Kit Cronk Studio by following on Instagram

I cannot have a holiday gift guide for bookworms without including Hey Atlas.  Hey Atlas is run by Cade, who is just one more incredible human who shares their talents with us (it would be such a shame if they didn’t to be honest).

One of my favorite products is the desk (or shelf, wherever) calendar, which is a fantastic gift/stocking stuffer for anyone (not just book lovers). 

The 2019 Hey Atlas Calendar features all of the exclusive monthly designs! (December is still top-secret!)

 Get your  2019 Calendar here.

In addition to the calendar, there are journals, bookmarks, stickers, pins, and more. I can say that my Hey Atlas beanie is worn almost non stop all winter. Cade just announced that you can now PICK YOUR OWN QUOTE on a beanie, too!


For updates on all Hey Atlas Creative, follow Cade on Instagram


There are so many more amazing small business that cater to the book lover in us all, here are just a few more:

I wish I could keep going, the amount of talented makers out there is overwhelming (which is AWESOME). I hope you’ve discovered at least one new shop here, I love sharing and supporting small and independent businesses.

Wishing you all a happy, healthy, holiday weekend!