99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne

Overall Rating: 4 Stars
Title: 99 Percent Mine
Author: Sally Thorne
Format: Audiobook purchased from Audible

Crush: a strong and often short-lived infatuation, particularly for someone beyond your reach…

Darcy Barrett has undertaken a global survey of men. She’s travelled the world, and can categorically say that no one measures up to Tom Valeska, whose only flaw is that Darcy’s twin brother Jamie saw him first and claimed him forever as his best friend. Despite Darcy’s best efforts, Tom’s off limits and loyal to her brother, 99%. That’s the problem with finding her dream man at age eight and peaking in her photography career at age twenty—ever since, she’s had to learn to settle for good enough.

When Darcy and Jamie inherit a tumble-down cottage from their grandmother, they’re left with strict instructions to bring it back to its former glory and sell the property. Darcy plans to be in an aisle seat halfway across the ocean as soon as the renovations start, but before she can cut and run, she finds a familiar face on her porch: house-flipper extraordinaire Tom’s arrived, he’s bearing power tools, and he’s single for the first time in almost a decade.

Suddenly Darcy’s considering sticking around to make sure her twin doesn’t ruin the cottage’s inherent magic with his penchant for grey and chrome. She’s definitely not staying because of her new business partner’s tight t-shirts, or that perfect face that’s inspiring her to pick up her camera again. Soon sparks are flying—and it’s not the faulty wiring. It turns out one percent of Tom’s heart might not be enough for Darcy anymore. This time around, she’s switching things up. She’s going to make Tom Valeska 99 percent hers.



With all the lukewarm feelings about this book that so many in the bookish community have had, I was so worried about reading this one. I’d seen a few smattering of 5 star reviews here and there, but with the epic-greatness of The Hating Game, I wasn’t sure this sophomore book could possibly live up to it.

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Contemporary-a-Thon Wrap Up

Good morning, book lovers!

Yesterday was the final day of Contemporary-a-thon and I thought I would do a quick wrap up with all the books I read along with some mini-reviews.

MeltotheAny has everything you need to know about Contemporary-a-Thon here, in case you missed it.

Here are the books I read this week for the challenge:

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My Top 5 Favorite Male & Female Romance Audiobook Narrators (and My Favorite Books they Read)

As you may or may not know, I’m an obsessive reader of audiobooks. A decent percentage of the books I read are on audio, and a lot of times, even if I read a physical or eBook and enjoy it, I’ll likely purchase it on audio as well.

I’ve always loved having people read to me, but I totally get that it isn’t for everyone.

I’m a really good multitasker, so listening to audiobooks actually makes me more productive and as long as I’m not reading, writing, or talking while listening to an audiobook, I get sh*t done a lot faster when I’m listening to a book.

If it wasn’t for audiobooks, I wouldn’t have read as many books as I have (200 last year! 150 the year before!). I don’t have a lot of down time to sit and read a book without feeling guilty, but with audio, I can still get what I need to get done while also getting some reading done.

In my many years of listening to audiobooks, I’ve come to love certain narrators and even will purchase audiobooks based on the narrator first, then the author/synopsis second.

I’ve become a huge fangirl of these narrators.

Of course, all of these narrators are popular in the romance genre because, obviously, that’s my main love.

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Romance Novels that Made Me Laugh Out Loud

While it’s not rare for me to squeal or sigh or groan while reading a book, it’s a bit more unusual for me to laugh out loud while reading.

When thinking about the theme of my book recommendations for this month, I decided to focus on the rare books that have made me burst out laughing while reading. The books that had my husband looking over at me as we lay in bed at night with a raised eyebrow and a shake of the head.

Here are the romance novels that gave me the giggles

Wrong by Jana Aston

Oh my gosh, I made so many noises while reading this book, laughing was just one part of it.
Goodreads | Amazon | My Review

Pucked by Helena Hunting

Violet accidentally yelling, “I LOVE YOU!” while having sex with Alex for only the second time and tacking on, “MONSTER C*CK!” at the end to cover up her mistake had me bursting out laughing.
Goodreads | Amazon | My Review

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

When Lucy tries to walk in all smooth into work and ends up tripping and dropping her lunch box in front of Josh… classic.
Goodreads | Amazon | My Review

Ball Peen Hammer by Lauren Rowe

Keane is so ridiculous, you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, laugh at him, and love him all at once.
Goodreads | Amazon | My Review

From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata

The. Insults. MZ outdid herself with the snark in this one! So funny!
Goodreads | Amazon | My Review

Succubus Blues by Richelle Mead

Georgina’s demon boss takes the human form of John Cusack, but refuses to admit that he knows who John Cusack is. That’s just an example of the absurd hilarity in this series.
Goodreads | Amazon

Undead Series by MaryJanice Davidson

To be honest, I didn’t finish this series, but oh my goodness, the books I did read in this series seriously had me bent over with the giggles!
Goodreads | Amazon

A Little Night Magic by Lucy March

I’ve mentioned that this book is one of my favorites and I find it so underhyped and underrated. It’s such a sweet story, but the funny parts in this had me dying.
Goodreads | Amazon

What are some books that have made you laugh out loud while reading?

Book Hangover: The Hating Game

One of the worst things about reading a great book is that you can never read it for the first time again.

There is absolutely nothing like reading an amazing book for the very first time. It leaves you just a bit melancholy when you turn that final page.

It is the feeling you get after those moments when tackling your TBR list for something similar seems daunting and impossible that I like to call a Book Hangover.

My remedy is usually to either listen to the book on audio if I read the hard copy or read it if I listened to it on audio. I also force my sisters and mom to read the book, then stalk them as they do so … asking for updates every 4 seconds.

If there is a fandom associated with the book, you’d better believe I look for that, too.

And then, there is the difficult journey of trying to find a book similar enough to the book I just read so that I can start the process all over again.

I am here today for all those The Hating Game fans who have gone through this process. I’ve gathered a few books that I’ve read that are fantastic remedies for the book hangover you might be experiencing at the hands of Sally Thorne.


6 Book Recommendations for The Hating Game by Sally Thorne Fans

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Favorite Quotes from The Hating Game

As you may or may not know already, The Hating Game by Sally Thorne is one of my all-time favorite books. So much so that it is one of my comfort reads, a book I’ve read dozens of times.

I love the audiobook, but I’ve also gone through and read the hard copy and underlined all of my favorite quotes and lines from the book.

I figured I’d share them with you, now.

Fair warning: there are so many spoilers in this post, it’s ridiculous. It’s definitely meant for die-hard fans of the book like me!

Favorite Lines & Quotes from The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

Our stares clash and maybe comparing them to an ink stain was a tad too hard. Those eyes are wasted on him.


He advances like a floating Dracula. The menace is ruined by a crinkling sporting-goods-store bag loudly crinkling against his leg.

“Smurfs, huh? So that’s what those little boxes are. I thought maybe you were buying your tiny clothes online. Do you think it’s appropriate to get personal items delivered to your workplace, Lucinda?”

“If I can knock him out and get him into a crate, can you have him delivered somewhere remote?”

“Absolutely pathetic.”
I make a Jeopardy! Buzzer sound. “‘Who is Joshua Templeman?”

He reclines back in his chair in a way I can never manage to do. The back of my chair doesn’t budge when I’ve tried to recline. I only succeed in rolling backward and bumping into the wall.

I ignore him.
“I don’t know anyone by that name.”

He’s holding his paintball gun in a cool way, pointed straight at the sky. I try to copy him and begin to drop it.
“Dork,” he comments unnecessarily. He must have strong wrists.
“Shut up.”

My moment is here and he needs to get the flag. I grab handfuls of his paintball suit and swing him around behind me against a tree.
“What are you –” He starts to say behind my back, but I’m scanning the terrain for the ambush. I’m Lara Croft, raising her guns, eyes burning with retribution. I can see the shape of the enemy’s elbow behind the barrels.

Joshua is standing with one hand on his hip and I instinctively raise my gun. It’s time. Lucy versus Joshua, total annihilation. He walks over to me, completely unperturbed by my actionman pose and takes the gun.


“You? Come back to get me? I’d be here all night.”
“Hey. Don’t talk like that anymore, all right?” He’s annoyed.

“Tell me where to go, then.”
“Go to hell.” I start laughing again.
“So, that’s where you came from.”
“Shuddup. Go left.”


I stumble into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I pee, flush, and then realize how unladylike I was. Oh, well. He’s seen and heard almost everything now. There’s nothing left to do but fake my own death and start a new life.

I spread my hands lightly around his neck, just to check the fit, and he narrows one eye.
“Go ahead,” he tells me. “Do it.”

“You’re his BROTHER,” I say in childlike wonder when the rusted cogs in my brain clunk into place. “I thought he was an experiment gone wrong.”
They look at each other and Josh’s brother laughs. “She’s so cute.”

His eyes flicker with surprise. “Lucy.”
“Lucinda,” I whisper archly. He turns away to smile, but I catch his sleeve.
“Don’t. I’ve already seen it.” I’m never getting over his smile.

“Stop calling me Shortcake.” I try to roll onto my side but he presses the heels of his palms lightly against my shoulders. I stop breathing.
“Watching you pretend to hate that nickname is the best part of my day.”


“Do you like strawberries?” I don’t know what else to say.
“I love strawberries. So much, you have no idea.” He sounds so kind that I feel a wave of emotion. I can’t open my eyes. He’ll see I have tears in them.

“So. Josh Templeman. What’s his deal?”
“The devil sent his only son to earth.”

If I’d thrown a torn-up wish list into a fireplace, he’s the guy Mary Poppins would have delivered.

“Danny Fletcher has a cliched evening in store for you. Italian restaurant, checkered tablecloth. Probably a candle. He’ll push the last meatball to you with his nose. Second date, right?”

“Josh, I want to be friends with you. Or something. I have no idea why, because you’re awful.”

He looks down to watch my hand spread out over his stomach. I push at the hard flesh. It doesn’t remotely give. “Are you wearing a bullet-proof vest?”
“I’ve got to in this office.”

“The date itself went fine,” I begin, but he steps close and cradles my jaw in his hands. The tension is crackling like static.
“Fine. Fine and great and nice. You need something more than fine. Tell me the truth.”
“Fine is exactly what I need. I need something normal and easy.” I see disappointment in his eyes.
“That’s not what you need. Trust me.”
I try to turn my face away, but he won’t allow it. I feel his thumb trace across my cheek. I try to push him away, but end up tugging him closer, his T-shirt in my fists.

He walks into the building lobby with me under his arm like a rolled-up newspaper. He even checks his mailbox…
“I always thought you’d live underground somewhere, near the earth’s core.”…
“Uncle Satan didn’t have any apartments available in my price range.”

“Where’s the dart board with my picture on it?” I lean in a little farther.
“It’s in the spare room.”

“I snooped through your apartment. It’s your turn.”
I’m flustered. I try to hide it with a joke. “Did you find all the pictures I have of you with your eyes scratched out?”
“No, I never did find your scrapbook. I do know you’ve got twenty-six Papa Smurfs, and you don’t fold your bed sheets properly.”

I’m getting dangerously high off of his smiles. This is my third one now? I’m stuffing them into my pockets. Cramming them into my mouth.


“I won!” I scream as I run at him. He has enough time to put out his arms as I jump. He hits the back wall with a grunt as I manage to get my arms and legs around him…
I try to muster up the strength to let him go, but the addictive press of our bodies together is stronger than my willpower.
“Okay then.” He begins to walk down the hallway. I’m clinging like a koala to his front, coat flapping, my bag bumping against his gym bag…
“Every man should get a welcome home like that.”
“Don’t mind me. Go about your business.”

When his bedroom door opens and he appears again, I am a mature young woman, legs elegantly crossed, flipping through a medical textbook, sipping my tea…I turn the page and unfortunately a lurid diagram of an erect penis glares up at me.
“I am trying to be more normal.”
He looks at the page. “How’s it working out so far?”
“I’m glad this isn’t a pop-up book.”

“I feel like a duchess when I’m here. You don’t have to wait on me.”
“Some horrible monsters secretly enjoy spoiling little duchesses.”


“You should treat yourself to something small each night. No point in being cruel to yourself.”
“Something small, huh?” He looks at me pointedly. “Okay.”

Act natural, Lucy. Walk in there like sex on legs. No awkwardness. Go.
He looks at me, my ankle wobbles, and I drop my handbag. The lid of my lunchbox pops off and a tomato rolls across the floor. I drop to my hands and knees and my stiletto heel gets caught on the dangling buckle belt of my coat.
“Crap.” I try to crawl.
“Smooth.” Josh gets up and walks to me.
He unhooks my coat and gathers up my lunch, before holding a hand down to me. I hesitate minutely before I take it, letting him haul me up.
“Can I rewind my entrance?”

“Oh, I’m your guest now?”…
“My hostage. My blackmailed, unwilling captive. Stockholm Shortcake.”

I have to jiggle the driver’s seat forward about a mile, necessitating quite a lot of jerky pelvic thrusts. He slides the passenger seat back without comment and watches me as I struggle. I snap on my seat belt and angle the rearview mirror down about a mile.
“What a phone book to sit on? How’d you get so small?”
“I shrank in the wash.”

Usually he kisses soft. Tonight, I like kissing hard.


“Are you going to kill me tonight?” he asks against my mouth, and I kiss him again fiercely.
“I’m going to try.”

“You look like a hot virginal dork who’s been defiled in the backseat of my car.”
His eyes spark with amusement. “That’s how I feel.”

I go to my handbag and dig in it, finding my lipstick.
“Can I see something?” He’s got his tie flapping loose as he takes the tube from me and reads the bottom.
“Flamethrower. How appropriate.”
“Do you want me to tone it down?” I rattle my handbag, searching.
“I fucking love your red.” He kisses my mouth before I apply.
He watches me applying the lipstick, blotting, reapplying and by the time I’m done he looks like he’s endured something.

You’ve got to hand it to Josh. For a prickly pear, he commits completely to a hug.

“It killed me to watch you try your heart out for people who were using your kindness. It made me want to stand up for you, and protect you from it. I couldn’t though, because you hated me, so I had to get you to stand up for yourself.”

When I kiss him, his exhalation is long, until he’s surely completely empty. I want to fill him back up.

“I haven’t wanted you this long, and gone through so much, and given up so much, to have you for one night. It’s not enough.”


“Since the moment I saw you. Since the moment you smiled at me. I felt like I was falling backward off a cliff. The feeling has never stopped. I’ve been trying to drag you down with me. In the worst, most ill-conceived and socially retarded way possible.”


Were your favorite quotes from The Hating Game in this post? If not, what are they?

Favorite Romance Novel Comfort Reads

Comfort reads are books that I turn to when I’m in a total book slump and need a reminder that great books exist in this world. They are books that I know I will enjoy no matter how many times I read them.

They are basically the paperback equivalent to a hot bath and warm tea. A Sunday morning an freshly laundered sheets. A midnight snuggle soaked in moonlight. Floofy socks and a crackling fireplace on a cold night. A giant bowl of soup and buttered crackers. Cool, crisp sheets at the end of a long day.

These are the books that you stop to pick up and hug every time you pass by your bookshelf. The ones that you see in a bookstore and get a wave of excitement, as if you’ve just run into an old friend. The ones you pull from whatever self they’re on in the store and move them front, center, and eye-level on the bookshelf, then walk away whispering, “you’re welcome, world.”

Or maybe that’s just me who does that. #obsessive

Anyway, here are some of my favorite comfort reads

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

Josh and Luci have come to the rescue so many times! Also, every time I see a friend on Goodreads begin reading this, I stalk them like a psycho.

Goodreads | Amazon


Hearts in Darkness Duet by Laura Kaye

When I need a quick pick-me-up, this duet is absolutely perfect because they are short and sweet, but pack a punch.

Goodreads | Amazon | My Review


A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas

When my current reads are lacking butterflies and I need an overdose, I reread this entire series and swoon over Rhys while huffing my Liber de Stella Rhys candles.

Goodreads | Amazon


The Pucked Series by Helena Hunting

Ok, so maybe I just read this series, but I already know this is going to be a go-to for me!

Goodreads | Amazon | My Review


Some Quiet Place by Kelsey Sutton

When I need a little bit of something unique, yet still romantic, I reach for this book.

Goodreads | Amazon


The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata

When instalove starts to get on my instanerves, this is my slow burn go-to.

Goodreads | Amazon


What are some of your comfort reads?

Favorite Romance Novels of 2017


Oh. My. Goodness.

This year has been such an epic reading year for me. Not necessarily in the amount of books I’ve read, but more in that I discovered so freaking many amazing books and authors all in one year!

My Goodreads goal this year was 100 books and I completed that goal just in time this month. Now, I’m off re-reading all the books I’ve become obsessed with thanks to this goal.

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2017 was the year I discovered auto-buy authors like Mariana Zapata, Rainbow Rowell, Laura Kaye, Jay Crownover, Helena Hunting, Sierra Simone, Sally Thorne, Lauren Rowe, and Penny Reid. I know, RIGHT?!

I also discovered a few series that I burned through in a matter of days, characters and stories that have stuck with me, oh, and I wrote and published a novel that I love, too!

These are my absolute favorite romance reads of 2017


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