Kenna's Reverie Review, please scroll down after to find links.
Kenna’s Reverie by Claire Granger
Review done by Cassandra for Cassandra’s Reviews
I received and ARC for an honest review
I give this book 4.5 stars
I did like the book but some of the writing lost its flare with me.
I like Kenna who takes care of her 5 kids, that is a lot of work for one person! She is also a blogger and I love that, wonder if the kids know what she does.
Anyways she meets Jax one day in a coffee shop and they are compatible sexually just not mentally. There are people like that. Jax wants her and tries to figure out what he needs to do to have her.
It is amusing to watch them grow in reality when they really are not compatible but they get it on like Marvin Gaye, Sorry had too.
Back to my review now, Jax is super hot and likes to control his women. I think Kenna will give him a run for his money but Jax is her dream guy so what will happen with them?
I recommend you get this book for great banter and for two people that are complete opposites. You will be happy you got to read this book.
GoodReads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25624876-kenna-s-reverie
Kenna is a pretty typical single mom. She takes her 5 kids to dance, soccer, and scouts. She just happens to make her living as an erotic book blogger. She has accepted the fact that she will probably always be single, until her dream fantasy man is sitting right in front of her.
Jax likes control. He's never considered love or romance as an option, just as a necessary means to win a woman he's interested in. So when he eyes a beautiful woman at a coffee shop and can't stop thinking about her, he wonders what he has to do to possess her.
This is the hilarious story of two people who in a world of dreams are made for each other, but in reality could not be more incompatible. Will they find a way to make the dreams that live in their fantasies real, or are they destined to live without each other?
The Daydreaming novella series takes place in the same world as the Faultlines series and while there are many crossover elements, it is not the same story or direct sequel. While readers of that series will enjoy seeing characters in this series, you do not need to read one to read the other because it is not a direct sequel. This series is more erotic in nature, with lots of sexual situations, as well as a rather colorful choice of the English language (read- there's a lot of swearing), so please note that this book is for mature audiences.
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I knew before I started reading that this was going to be a cliché. Weak girl meets billionaire bachelor. Let the story unfold. You know, the cliché we all make fun of but all secretly envy. Who cares if the plot is predictable? For that matter, all romance is predictable because in order to be considered romance, there must be a happy ending right? So really, everything in between is just filler to get to the happy ending.
Whatever. I love the filler. Don’t judge me.
As I read each page describing the initial encounter between the heroine and the hero, I kept thinking about Jax.
All those butterflies, sparks, good happy feelings that every good romance describes at the first encounter? Us book bloggers would call it the “insta-love”.
Yeah, that shit.
I had spent the last 10 years of my short 27 years of life reading every piece of romance I could get my hands on and never ONCE thought that it was real. It was all just a fantasy.
But within moments of meeting a total stranger, albeit a totally panty-dropping gorgeous stranger, I had every one of those fantasy inspired feelings.
So, the question running through my head, was it real or did I just imagine all of those feelings because I spend too much reading about them?
And if it was real, was it some sort of sick cosmic joke? Where was Jax when I was 22? 23?
I heard the front door open and slam shut.
“Mom!” I heard my son Blane’s voice yell out.
Sighing I stood up to go downstairs and start dinner. You know, to live my life. My very well thought out and planned life. That I wanted.
The life that had no place for a man like Jax Dowe.
I paced around my living room staring at my laptop that sat on my coffee table as if it was a suspect that I was about the interrogate.
Not that I was a cop. That would be far too honorable.
No, I was a banking executive.
Anyways, back to the damn laptop.
I wanted to google her. Badly.
And the fact that I wanted to research her so badly made for quite the dilemma.
She has five children. FIVE.
One, two, three, four, FIVE.
That shit was not normal. And she looked young. What, has she spent her 20’s popping out babies?
No husband, no boyfriend…what’s up with that?
Just google her already, you pussy.
I walked around to the black leather couch and sat down in front of the laptop.
My condo was a pretty typical bachelor pad. I lived in a converted warehouse loft in the Tobacco Row district of Richmond. Exposed brick, exposed HVAC, concrete floors, lots of black, glass, and stainless steel. It was cold and modern and I loved it.
I opened it up and googled her name. I saw a Facebook account and opened it. Her profile was private but her profile picture was her, and 5 boys, sitting around a picnic table and smiling at the camera.
What the hell?
These weren’t five babies. They all appeared to be older. The oldest looked like an older teen, the youngest no younger than 10.
Either she aged very well or those were not biologically her kids.
I went back to the search results and clicked on a news link where her name was mentioned.
Kenna Pierce is being honored tonight as foster parent of the year.
The date was a year earlier.
I clicked on another (more recent) news article to read.
Amy Green, who fostered more than 50 children and adopted 6 and is currently a court appointed advocate for abused children, organized this fundraiser with Kenna Pierce, another Richmond native who adopted her five boys through the foster care system.
Okay, so she adopted her sons. She organizes fundraisers and gets awarded for her good community service. Basically, she’s a good girl.
Hey, nothing wrong with being a good girl. I thought it was awesome, but not for the dirty things I wanted to do.
Imagining her bent over my table while I stood behind her grinding into her….
Stop that, you bastard.
I was about to call it done before I scrolled down to see a blog that she was associated with.
I clicked on it.
My eyes widened.
So this was what she was typing at her computer every day.
The title of the blog was “Kenna’s Kinks” and was a book review blog for every type of smut, mommy-porn, dirty book you could imagine.
I smirked as I went down the ones she had tagged as favorites. All featuring alpha males and dominating sexual situations.
I felt like I had hit the jackpot.
I read a line one of her recent reviews:
They played this game of cat and mouse throughout half the book, but eventually I think it’s what led them to the most intense sexual experience of their lives. All I’m saying, ladies, is that we all know we like to be pursued. Even the strongest and most independent, deep down, we want to feel like the mouse. Vulnerable, exposed, and waiting on Mr. Pussycat to sink his teeth right in.
Did she now?
I sat in my usual seat in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping on an iced mocha and blogging. My chestnut curls were clipped up in a messy quick up-do, with a few tendrils popping out and covering my eyes. I blew away a few strands as I continued to type, focusing solely on my work.
As I finished, I ran spell check, then clicked the wonderful “publish” button. Oh, but it wasn’t done there. I had to then share the link on all of my social media accounts, as well as reply to comments from the day before.
You see, blogging is a full time job. For some, it may be a casual hobby; but for me, and for the true professional bloggers, it takes an obscene amount of hours to keep everything a well-oiled machine.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I love my job. It is literally a dream come true to be able to read and blog and be paid to do so.
On this particular day, however, everything felt normal. What I was unaware of, however, was this day was the catalyst that would lead to a series of events that would change the course of my life.
Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic.
Either way, this day, to me, at that time, sitting in that corner booth, it felt like a normal day.
After several hours of hunching over my laptop and after three four okay it was five iced mochas, I was about to head out for the day.
I decided to check my Kindle and pick a book to read for the evening before leaving.
I swiped the screen and scrolled through my library, chewing on the end of a pencil as I looked through my vast collection, debating which novel I was going to dive into next.
Have you ever had that sense that someone was watching you? When all the little hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up, and you just KNOW that someone is watching?
Yeah. So that’s what happened next.
I looked up and around and spotted him.
How could I possibly describe that moment?
Blue eyes as light and clear as the sea, jet black hair left just long enough to be a perfect mix of pretentious and bad-boy, a perfectly tailored Armani suit, and day old stubble that made him appear like he stepped straight off of a Parisian runway and ended up in this tiny hipster coffee shop.
And he was staring. Right. At. Me.
Don’t get me wrong, Richmond is full of gorgeous guys. Not that I was the girl who had experience with them, but still.
This one, though, he took gorgeous to another level.
I blinked a few times and then started to pack my stuff into my bag, looking down and focusing on the task of getting out of there.
I felt the table lean slightly and looked up to see Mr. Sexy sitting across from me, with a penetrating gaze that made my heart skip just a few beats.
Again, I’m a little dramatic. Deal with it.
“Hello.” He said smoothly.
“Um….hi?” I squeaked out as a question.
“I’ve been watching you.” He said, eyeing me curiously.
“Yes, I noticed.” I said, trying my hardest to not sound unhinged.
What the hell is going on here?
“I’d like to take you out.” He stated.
Fuck me, I’d like to take you out, you gorgeous piece of man.
Instead of swooning, or responding as a normal single woman might react when a gorgeous specimen shows interest, what did I do?
Not even cute giggles. Nope. Snort, damn near peed my pants, hysterical laughter.
Nope, I’m not kidding.
“Is something funny?” he asked annoyed.
“Who put you up to this?” I said between laughs while wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Excuse me?” He questioned, eyes narrowing.
“Seriously, who was it? Victoria? Steph? Was it Amy? You tell whoever it was that payback is a bitch.” My laughter subsided, but I was still red from my episode. I fanned my face a little and stood up to leave.
I leaned in and winked at the walking orgasm and whispered. “Tell them they did good. You’re perfect.”
Then I sashayed out the door still giggling at the whole experience.
My van was parked right in front of the window, and when I climbed in I saw him still sitting at my table, but running his hands through his hair and looking exasperated.
I wondered if I ruined the joke by catching on so quickly. Maybe they wanted it to last a little longer. Well, jokes on them.
I started the ignition and looked up to see him standing and looking straight at me through the windows.
Hot damn that’s one gorgeous man. Sweet baby Jesus.
I shook my head laughing once more and headed out of the parking lot.
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Claire grew up in Texas, but her family moved to Virginia in 2001. She now resides in Richmond with her husband, foster children, and their fur babies.
She is passionate about racial identity and equality issues, foster care, adoption, and non-profits that work to help victims of sexual assault and trafficking.
She is shamelessly addicted to romance, erotica, dark/twisted/taboo, smutty, sexy, anti-hero, flawed hero, controlling, mind blowing books! Basically everything that would make her mother cry. ;)
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