Wednesday, February 15, 2017

#Review: Me Tarzan, You Jane by Camelia Miron Skiba | #Giveaway @CamiSkiba @XpressoTours

Me Tarzan — You Jane 

Camelia Miron Skiba
Publication date: December 6th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance

2015 DREAMS Awards Finalist 

2015 RONE Award Finalist
Moving on doesn’t always have to mean goodbye.
Widowed makeup artist Jane Sullivan is more comfortable keeping her husband’s memory alive than dating a pool full of sharks. Ella, her 4 year-old daughter, is her whole world.
When Jane meets Lucas Oliver, famous cover model, it’s hate at first sight. His playboy persona rubs her the wrong way.
Accustomed to every woman fawning over him, Lucas is drawn to the shy, uncompromising single mom and completely melts at the sight of Ella. He is determined to convince Jane that sometimes a second chance can mend a broken heart.

DISCLAIMER: I received a copy of this book as part of this blog tour.

Bookworms, this one is for you! This book incorporate select elements of the publishing/author world, giving light to the process it takes to get a published book on the shelves. I think what I loved most about this book was how refreshingly clean it was. Yes, there was those topics brought up, but they were behind closed doors. Don't get me wrong. We all love a fantastic, steamy read, but now and then, a read like this just wins your heart completely. Or is that just me? 

I do not know if I can stress how wonderful this book was for me. I devoured it. TWICE. Yes, I read this book twice, and it only got better and better. This is definitely going to be one of my top favorite reads in 2017. I would highly recommend this book to readers who enjoy authors such as Lindsay Paige. Amazing plot with characters that stay with you long after you've finished reading. 

About the Author
Ever since I began writing and publishing books I’ve been on the run, always trying to write the next page, the next chapter, the next book. Every story was another journey, another discovery of what I could do and another evolution. All these years my motto was it doesn’t matter who I am or where I come from, but what I leave behind is. I thought I have it all figured out.
Socrates, one of the biggest philosophers to ever grace humanity once said, “I am talking a crock of s***.” I had no idea this expression dated hundreds of years ago and belongs to him, but who am I to argue with him? Needless to say, after some soul searching I realized my motto was a . . . pot of smelly stuff. I had a meltdown because, if you think about it, why would what I leave behind matter more than who I am here and now in this very moment? How will I ever know if what I left behind mattered with no way of seeing it? How am I gonna enjoy it? Think Socrates; does he know how much he touched humankind? Does he know people still remember him centuries later? And if he knows, does it make a difference?
I’m not sure. Frankly I doubt with all my heart it makes any difference to him. He’s gone, like I’ll be gone one day and instead of beating myself up to leave something behind me, I’m going to learn how to live here, now and totally enjoy it. No more worrying about tomorrow, but live today. No more five-year plans, but rather let the sun soak my skin, the air fill my lungs and the grass touch my feet. After all, I only live once.