Review- Blending In

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I just finished reading this book and I have to say, “BUY IT”. Now I know that humor is subjective and not everyone will appreciate what I find funny but give this book a try. I’ve read two others in the series and both are fun, enjoyable reads with entertaining characters and fast moving plots.

Blending In is the newest installment in Blaine’s Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count) series. It takes place around the Christmas holidays so it’s perfect for those seeking a fun holiday themed read. 

“Dr. Harvey sighed. “Did you not learn anything from observing your mother?”

“I’ll acknowledge I should have paid more attention.”

“Women are simple, Chase. Feed them at appropriate intervals, tell them you love them at least once a day, do not steal their food, do not ever, ever steal their food, don’t make messes they need to clean, and there’s something about pillows and thermostats, but I’m choosing to forget what.”-Blending In

“Thanks to a jealous divine, whenever Chase Butler comes anywhere near Miriah, she turns into a chameleon. While her hopes of having a happily ever with Mr. Right are dashed, she’s determined to have the next best thing: a perfect Christmas.

Finding a puppy for her son, dodging the unwanted attention of her divine fling of an ex, and keeping on top of a holiday charity drive for local pet shelters sure is complicated when prone to transforming into a twelve-inch lizard with a severe allergy to snowbanks.

Since blending in has gotten her nowhere fast, she’s going to have to pull out all the stops to get what she wants, even if it lands her on Santa’s naughty list.

Warning: This holiday story contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.” Amazon

Make this a gift to yourself for the holidays, at $4.99 it’s a steal.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.  -John McCrae

 

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They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them. – R. L. Binyan

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