30 July 2014

Review, Excerpt and Giveaway: Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda by Tara Lee Reed

“The End” is Only the Beginning.

Elle Masters is over dating. It used to be fun: the drama, the angst, the exhilarating beginnings, the bittersweet middles, the blowout endings. Then the tears, hangovers, rebounds, and another addition to the Heartbreak box in her closet. Now Elle can’t remember the last time a guy made his way into her box.

When her friends Rachel and Valerie insist she snap out of her post-break up funk with a girls' night out /rebound hunt at a San Francisco bar, Elle isn’t expecting tall, dark, and hummuna-hummuna, Nick Wright. This is no rebound guy. He’s definitely, maybe, The One.

In Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda, the interactive romantic comedy where you direct the plot, you play Elle Masters as she and her pals put the “antics” in “romantics.” Get ready to question everything you thought you knew about love, over-analyzing and second-guessing your way through hundreds of modern dating dilemmas and passionate predicaments. Will you accept a last minute date? Freak out if Nick wants space? Be the first to use the ‘L’ word? Live in sin? Or hold out for a ring? Wait, do you even want a ring?

With 60 good, bad and inexplicable endings, you’ll always have another second chance at love with Mr. Wright.


5 Words: What e-books were made for.

This book really explores the possibilities with e-books. It's interactive and puts you in charge and I really enjoyed that aspect. It's engaging in a way I haven't yet come across with e-books, and that was refreshing.

My ending was always the same... I guess I don't make the best choices! But it was fun to go back and explore what could have been if only.

I wasn't such a fan of the writing style, but I think that's because I didn't relate much to the main character. She was too different for me to imagine as myself, and none of her choices were really what I would actually do.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed this pretty quick read, and being able to explore the book as I'd explore a new place, examining all the different nooks and crannies.

The first date is both your most and least favorite social occasion. Depending on the guy, it can induce nervousness, excitement and nausea. You figure it’s kind of like pregnancy. 
Your favorite part of a first date, however, is the excuse to buy a new outfit. If things go right, it’s an investment in your new relationship; if they go poorly, it’s a pretty, color-coordinated consolation prize. 
Still, you’re not known for your style prowess. Rachel says you’re more Fashion Weak than Fashion Week, so you let your friends tag along to help you find the perfect something for tonight. 
“This is torture,” you say as you walk into the fourth store. 
“It’ll be worth it,” says Val. “Trust us. At least, trust me.” 
“I hate that you have to pick out my clothes.” 
“Lots of people have interior decorators, so just think of us as your exterior decorators.” 
“Yeah,” says Rachel, poking your side. “Your insides can’t be helped.” 
Thirty minutes later, you’re shivering in your skivvies in a dressing room while they bring you outfit after outfit, plastic hangers clattering in their hands, their shoes clacking against the linoleum. 
They let themselves into the room and hold out their latest picks, smiling at you but rolling their eyes at each other. 
Valerie is first: a long-sleeved, black mini-dress with a high neckline, paired with black tights. It’s very pretty and will show off your figure while still leaving a lot to the imagination. 
Rachel’s selection is bolder: a deep red tube top and tight-fitting low-rise jeans - very sexy while leaving, well, not nothing to the imagination. 
“Are you kidding me?” exclaims Valerie as she examines Rachel’s pick. “Why don’t you just print the words ‘Dinner first. Sex later’ on the front? Could it be for lack of fabric?” 
“You’re right,” Rachel fires back. “Better to write ‘Your parents would love me’ or, even better, ‘Bad in bed.’ Actually, with all that material, you can use both!” 
You only get one chance to make a second impression, so whose fashion advice should you take? 
For Valerie’s pretty pick, turn to section 134. 
For Rachel’s sexy selection, turn to section 123. 



3 comments:

  1. "Elle can’t remember the last time a guy made his way into her box." Ummm...but...no. Leave it, John. Just LEAVE it. Okay?

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  2. Thanks so much for taking part in the tour. So glad you see the interactive potential for ebooks!

    And John, I assure that line is VERY much intentional. ;)

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