January 6, 2018 – Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author

January 6, 2018January 5, 2018 Jacquie Biggar Guest Post, JBIGGARBLOG, Reviews

The Calling Birds: The Fourth Day (The 12 Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides #4) by @Jacqui_Nelson #BookReview #HolidayRomance

Many years have passed since Bernadette Bellamy fled the Cariboo Gold Rush and her reputation as the sister of a French-Canadian gang of thieves. Armed with only an honest talent for sewing and a willingness to lead a solitary life on the run, she stays one step ahead of everyone seeking her brothers’ last—and … Continue reading The Calling Birds: The Fourth Day (The 12 Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides #4) by @Jacqui_Nelson #BookReview #HolidayRomance

My name is Jacquie Biggar. When I’m not acting like a total klutz I am a wife, mother of one, grandmother, and a butler to my calico cat.
My guilty pleasure are reality tv shows like Amazing Race and The Voice. I can be found every Monday night in my armchair plastered to the television laughing at Blake and Adam’s shenanigans.
I love to hang at the beach with DH (darling hubby) taking pictures or reading romance novels (what else?).
I have a slight Tim Hortons obsession, enjoy gardening, everything pink and talking to my friends- so shoot me an email!

I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.

In Harmony- Emma Scott

“You need to go,” she ordered him. “Now.” Danny stopped talking, his face going still behind his clear shield. And then he removed his oxygen supply. “We die together, then.” He was every bit as resolved as she was, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

Consumed- J. R. Ward

His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.

Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.

Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis

Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.

Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray