Thursday, February 22, 2018
Book Review: 'Big Bad Neighbor' by Tia Siren
Tia Siren writes Chick Lit books with a heady overhead of psychological issues. In this collection of around 25 publications she tackles adult issues- not just erotic but relationship hot beds. And she does that well.
Fast pace and propulsive in action the story is well outlined in the plot synopsis: ‘Love thy neighbor? Oh, I intend to. As a retired SEAL, I'm used to crushing obstacles. So when the world's biggest tease moves in next door, I'm up for the challenge. Her smile, her lips, her body fitting snugly into those tight jeans. It makes me notice her the minute she crosses my driveway. But I can tell she's running from something, something I want to save her from. So now I want her even more. To protect her, to own her, to make her mine. But I have my kid to think of. No time for women. No time for games. So there's no way I'm letting her into my house or my heart. But the fact that our bedroom windows align only makes it all the more harder. I watch her and she watches me...But that's as far as I'll let it go. Because doing what I have in mind to her… it’s downright unneighborly.’
So we know Derek, but we meet Jenna first – from the first page –‘ How did my life get so screwed up? I tapped a finger against the porch railing. It was in dire need of stain, and the picket fence surrounding the small front lawn needed some white paint. The flowerbeds were dry and dead. The grass was dead in the front and the backyard. The inside of the house fared no better either. The carpets needed to be ripped out, the hardwood floors restored, and every room needed to be swept and scrubbed down. This was what my life had become over the past few months— run-down and in desperate need of fixing. My heart ached just thinking of the past year. Gone. Wasted. It tasted bitter at the back of my throat. The small neighborhood was quiet against the backdrop of a buzzing Denver. I gazed along the shaded street while waiting for my mom’s esteemed realtor to arrive and hand over the keys. My dad’s small inheritance he had left behind for me in case of an emergency had paid for this house and a few small repairs that needed to be done. Everything else would somehow be up to me to figure out. A job would be the next thing to look for. The shelter back in California had given me a basic flip phone to contact my mom with. My books, computer, iPhone, and clothes were all locked up in Leon’s apartment still. I paid for it, so it’s mine, not yours. That had been his response when I’d asked him to send my things through the mail.’
Cute story with many overtones of serious issues, but they don’t get in the way of the erotica. A good evening’s read! Grady Harp, February 18
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