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Review: Writing My Own Destiny by Stacey Johnston





Blurb:

‘We love Aussies,’ they said, ‘the readers will eat you up’.

Those seven little words got me on a plane to the USA for the ‘Raunchy with a touch of sexiness – Valentine’s Day Author Event’ in Miami.

I’m a romance author. A girl with a vivid imagination, and an overactive sex drive. 

Oh, and yes I’m Australian

When I agreed the so-called love of my life had just walked out on me, leaving me with two little girls. All I wanted was a little fun and some no strings attached fun while I was there
It would be my very own ‘what happens in Miami, stays in Miami’.

Unless I fall in love with an American

There’s no such thing as a happily ever after in real life

Is there?




Cait Murdoch is a romance writer attending her very first author signing event in Miami.  What makes this special is the fact that she’s Australian and stepping out of her comfort zone for the first time after her divorce.
The one thing she’s not counting on is meeting the hot American author that will show her more than the sights of the sunny city…
This started out as quite a funny read with more than its spark of sexy.  We follow Cait in a path of self-discovery after she meets CJ at the same time she experiences the cattiness and backstabbing one can find in the book world first hand. 
I enjoyed Cait’s quirkiness and the way her overactive imagination mixes the things coming out of her mouth in most situations.  Her male’s counterpart intensity doesn’t disappoint either and I liked the way their relationship develops.  After all, she’s in for a good time and he’s the man to give it to her.
This was a cute story with a few surprises and more than a few laugh out laughs.

3 Book Corner Stars 

*An ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review*

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