Tsuki no Sabaku – Kamei Takahide
Armageddon. The powerful weapon “Messiah” has ended the long war, leaving behind a barren wasteland. A boy wanders to the west, seeking the paradise that lies at the edge of the world. The man who created the weapon runs from those who would use him. Scattered by the winds of destruction, they meet and meet again.
The Lunar Desert: A timely story of biological weapons and nuclear bomb solutions. Confusing dialogue with religious references that might be lost in translation.
I’m Not Fit To Be A Detective: A cute comedic story of a bumbling not-detective trying to protect the heir to an old man’s fortune. Not sure this is even BL
Dream Dweller + Snowflake: Sad shoujo stories of family bonds and all the drama that goes with it. Will the Hiroki see his sister again?
The Hitman’s Guide: The Hitman’s Guide to Making Friends and Finding Love – Alice Winters
What happens when a snarky hitman and a by-the-book PI cross paths?
Being a hitman has its perks, but I never thought getting an accidental mooning by an attractive PI while he’s caught on a fence would be one of them. While it’s not exactly love at first sight, he’s captured my interest and won’t let go.
Suddenly, I find myself caught in a game of cat and mouse, determined to attract the attention of Jackson, the PI who should be my enemy. He pretends like he’s not flattered by my flowers and the mentions of my totally-not-fictitious blow-up doll Randy (or was it Dandy?), but I know better. Why else would he be teaming up with me to bring down Hardek, one of the city’s most ruthless criminals?
Even though the cops are telling me that the hitman is a notorious contract killer, I can’t help but admit that I’m drawn to him. He’s funny, charismatic, and attractive. There’s no way this ridiculous man can be the person the cops are after.
But when Leland ends up at my doorstep injured, I’m faced with a tough choice. It’s my duty to hand him over to law enforcement, but my heart has other plans. I want to keep him. To protect him. To be with him.
Though one question remains: why in the world does the man have so many d*mn guns?
Contains: shenanigans on a swing that you would NOT find at a playground, a car chase that sadly doesn’t have flips or explosions, a horsey ride sans horse, cuddles, an exuberant mutt, a suspicious chief of police, and lots and lots of laughs.
Expect a whole lot of cray in Alice Winter’s hyperactive novel, The Hitman’s Guide to Making Friends and Finding Love. Like any mania, it’s all damn good fun but it could leave you exhausted too.
I had a great time reading about Leland and Jackson’s shenanigans but I could hardly keep up with Leland’s ADHD? Question mark because I’m not qualified to say if he has it or not. The man jumps from one outrageous idea to the next with lightning speed. He is serious about every single one of them. He makes them happened too!
I don’t know how he keeps sane while doing so (maybe he’s not) but Jackson lets himself be swept away by the force of nature that is Leland. At the same time, he keeps the hitman grounded. I think that is the beauty of their relationship. Their snark and banter were hilarious AF. Their polar opposite dynamics really made the book.
I loved how OTT everything is. There were indeed moments when things got a bit tiresome and repetitive but overall the author was able to deliver action-packed insanity wrapped around a sweet and tender romance.
This novel is my introduction to Alice Winters’ work and definitely not my last. Recommended if you like lovers from the opposite sides of the law, (kinda) enemies working for the same cause and fence jumping with varied levels of success.
4.5 Stars – perfection is only half a step away
“You don’t think I’m annoying?”
“No, not at all.”
“Really? Even when I say stupid things? And ask to see your willy?”
I don’t even know what to say, so instead of saying anything, I step into him. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me.”
My chest almost aches, and I have this weird feeling in my stomach. It’s not a bad feeling, but it’s a strange one. One I don’t seem to know how to understand. I slide my arms around him and press myself to him so I can tuck my face against his neck.
“I don’t know why this makes me feel so weird,” I mumble.
“A good weird or a bad weird?” he asks as he slides his hand under my shirt and gently runs his fingers over my back.
“A good weird. Stop! I can’t take any more of this! My body doesn’t know how to respond. I think it’s shutting down. I think I’m dying, Jackson. Is that what this feeling is?”
He shakes his head as he chuckles. “You’re not dying.”