Right Click: The Final Installment in the Click Series Finishes Strong

(P.S., there are spoilers)

Right Click ties up the adventures of Renee Green as she tries to navigate her personal life, work life, and her friends’ lives. Her life goes awry yet again as she discovers “cassidy’s” true nature, gets fired (technically) from her job, and goes through a very painful loss. Mixed with plenty of pun-offs, dirty jokes from Shelley, and back-handed compliments from Ashley, Right Click is just as enjoyable as the first two stories.

Okay, first of all, thank God for getting rid of Cassidy. She drove me nuts even though I figured she was there to stay and I tried to like her. Marnie is so much cooler. Also, I never realized how good of a friend Shelley was until this book. I loved her before and she was still a good friend, but it was in Right Click that she really shined with how well she has Renee’s back. Ashley is also a good friend, of course, don’t get me wrong, but her passive aggressiveness drives me crazy sometimes and I really appreciated Shelley’s commentary on Ashley’s emails in this book. Also, I have to admit, I really loved the Billy Joel pun-off. Being a huge fan of Billy Joel myself, I really got a kick out of it. As for the end of the book… well, I’ll be sad to say goodbye to these characters, but I liked how it all ended. All of the characters are great and the couples fit each other really well. So as sad as I am, I can’t deny how satisfying the end of the book was. Great read.

News: I’ve now started a new blog for romance stories! Don’t worry, I’m not closing down Ink and Paper. I’m just going to be managing both blogs. But you can check out my reviews on Lover’s Quarrel here.


Double Click: Dirty Jokes, Puns, and More Emails

        In the second installment in the Click series, there is a wedding and an engagement. There are sad goodbyes, new life life, and new love. There’s also secrets, glow-in-the-dark condoms, puns about eggs, puns about shoes, adults who don’t know how to capitalize, creepy cat videos, and, well, Shelley. It’s definitely entertaining and funny despite the bittersweet ending, and I think I like this book better than the last because there isn’t the onslaught of bad dates that make me depressed about humanity (as hilarious as they could be).

I think the book is well-written, entertaining chick-lit that fans of The Boy Next Door and Every Boy’s Got One would love, and Click fans will definitely be satisfied with this sequel.

Seeing Shelley’s character develop and mature was nice and it was fun seeing Ashley’s and Shelley’s (reluctant) friendship grow. However, I was kind of hoping Cassidy would disappear. I share a lot of Shelley’s sentiments about her and I’m really curious about what her job is and how she got hired when she has no grasp on capitalization and punctuation. She could drive me a little batty, and reading her emails were kind of frustrating because of her lack of knowledge on how a keyboard works. There are also points in the story where all plot movement stops because the characters are stuck in a pun war. This isn’t really much of a complaint because the puns were freaking hilarious (yes, I’m one of those people who laughs at lame jokes. Feel free to judge me), but there were a couple of times I felt like the war had gone on long enough. All in all, this is an excellent read and worth checking out.


Introducing Racer Trials by Roz Marshall


Sometimes what you think you want isn’t actually what you need

When Ben Dalton got injured, his Olympic ski racing dreams turned into a nightmare. Back in Scotland, and licking his wounds, the chance to become a trainee ski instructor with White Cairns Ski School seemed like the answer to his problems. But a new romance and working with a promising racer raise old longings, and make him question his path. Should he stick with what he knows, or step out into the unknown? 


Ben looked at the Valentine card in his hand. For the first time ever, he had no idea who’d sent it.

In the past it had been obvious — someone he was seeing, or a girl at school with an obvious crush on him, or else a signature which removed all of the mystery and intrigue.

But this one was different.

Nothing written on it, except a large X in nondescript blue biro. Nothing exceptional about the pre-printed sentiment in the card: ‘Be my valentine’. Nothing non-standard about the hearts and flowers in the illustration; perhaps a more feminine choice, but unremarkable, so hard to tell.

He turned the envelope over. Nothing out of the ordinary about the printed address, except that it had been printed, rather than written by hand, which meant the person — she? — had a computer, or access to one, and an inkjet. Nothing unusual about the label, although he’d been addressed as ‘B. Dalton’, which meant they knew his surname, and ruled out most of his skiing pupils — except the few who recognised him from his ski-racing days and occasional appearances on Ski Sunday. Nothing special or foreign about the stamp — just a bog-standard first-class Queen’s head on a coloured background, over-stamped by an unreadable postmark.

Nothing extraordinary at all, really.

The only unusual thing about this particular valentine card? It hadn’t arrived on Valentine’s Day.

The book comes out on Amazon on Monday. If you want to start the series from the beginning, look into ‘Winter Arrives’.

My Snowy Valentine by Roz Marshall

When a chance for a major contract comes up, Jude doesn’t want to pass it up, even though the deal depends upon the White Cairns instructors winning a competition and taking home the first prize of skiing equipment that the school wouldn’t otherwise be able to afford. But with the owner of SkiEasy wanting to usurp White Cairns and one instructor out of commission, it isn’t looking good. However, for Debbie, life has been looking a little more interesting since a mysterious message appeared in the snow for her– from a secret admirer.

This is definitely a cute story, like the rest of the White Cairns stories. The sexual tension starts heating up as we see more of Mike and Jude, and of Callum and Debbie, which I like. However, there were a few things in the story that made me raise an eyebrow. Ed Griffith, the owner of SkiEasy, seems like an undeveloped character, whose motives seem thin for the extent he goes to trying to be White Cairns. Apparently he has the maturity of an eight-year-old, but he is able to own and run a successful ski resort? Something doesn’t quite add up there. And I can’t help but dislike Jude a little. The tension between her and Mike is fantastic, but after knowing more about her husband, I have to wonder– where is her backbone? He’s been a jerk way too long for her to have not even considered leaving him.

The above complaints aside, though, My Snowy Valentine is another great story by Roz Marshall. It’s a nice entertaining read in a series of books that can quickly become addictive.


Click: An Online Love Story

Click cover photoSome friends will ask you to take them to the airport. Others, however, will want you to sign up for an online dating service with them because they don’t want to be the only one doing it. Which was how Renee found herself filling out a profile on choosejews.com, and responding to adult virgins, stalkers, and a devout jew in Israel. Through emails, she tells her friends all about her adventures and misadventures in the online dating world, and gets plenty of interesting stories in return.

This was definitely a cute book that was entertaining and a fairly quick read. It reminded me a lot of  “Boy Meets Girl” by Meg Cabot, but not enough to make me constantly compare them. I thought it was really funny, and Shelley is definitely a friend I would want. She is hilarious, maybe a little slutty, and is completely loyal to Renee. I also liked Renee quite a bit too, although sometimes she seemed like she was too mean for someone who was supposed to be exceptionally nice. Also, I didn’t see the plot twist at the end coming, although now that I think I about that, I probably should have. However, it was very well done, and I loved the book overall. It’s a great read for any woman who has suffered through the mishaps of online dating, or really for anyone who wants a good laugh.


Click: Online Love Story:

<a href=”http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781460922637?aff=KaraSkinner”>http://www.indiebound.org/book/</a


Secrets in the Snow: White Cairns Now in Paperback


Excerpt from: Secrets in the Snow (Early season stories from White Cairns Ski School) by Roz Marshall


When her ski instructor husband is delayed from returning to Scotland, it falls to Jude Winters – creative graphic artist, mother and home-maker – to assemble a team of instructors and get the season started for ailing White Cairns Ski School.

It’s a challenge that’s way out of her comfort zone, especially since even the seemingly confident and extrovert ski instructors are hiding mysterious pasts or secret longings that might threaten the equilibrium of the ski school.

As they battle sabotage, stormy weather and accidents in the first months of the winter season, can she turn things around and keep the wolf from their door until her chief instructor gets back from New Zealand?

This extract shows some of the would-be instructors arriving in the ski resort for their interviews with the ski school.  


Jude twisted her lip. “I just hope today works, and some good people turn up. We’ve only got a couple of days left to get the list to Forbes.”

“She’ll be right,” Mike said again, but anything else he might have added got lost as the door flew open and a denim-clad bundle of energy bounced into the room. Small, ginger-haired and distinctive, rather than tall, dark and handsome, he looked like the boy next door who’d been shrunk in the wash.

“Morning, campers!” He looked round at the almost-empty room. “I’m never first here?”

Jude went over to greet him. She held out a hand, “Hi, I’m Jude, the, erm, ski school owner.”

He shook her hand enthusiastically. “Hi, I’m Callum. Callum Johnstone.”


The main ski resort was a few miles away from White Cairns village. Built in the 1960s, around an existing village, it was a jumble of flat-roofed concrete monstrosities, quaint alpine-pastiche wood-clad lodges, and typical Scottish stone-built houses.

On the high street, a Premier bus pulled away from the bus stop, leaving two passengers on the pavement. The first quickly strode away, ponytail swinging above the rucksack on her back, Doc Martens tapping a rhythm that counterpointed the ski bag as it banged against her leg.

The second passenger looked rather forlorn as she stood amongst her bags, gazing round at the shops and cafes.

Tourists milled aimlessly on the pavements, cameras dangling round their necks like medals on Olympic athletes. Mostly they looked like they had just come off a bus trip to ‘see Scotland in a day’, although a few were obviously there for sporting activities and were dressed appropriately in sensible walking boots, fleeces and Gore-tex. The only local in evidence was a rather dishevelled, stringy old lady with grey hair and a decades-old ski jacket who was pushing a bicycle across the street, plastic supermarket bags swinging on the handlebars.

Debbie hoped that the rest of the skiers round here were a bit more modern, and perhaps more masculine as well. Sniffing, she unzipped a pocket in her sports bag, and pulled out a rather crumpled bit of paper. She studied it, then looked up and down the street. She frowned, turned the diagram through ninety degrees, looked left, and spotted the upper floors of the Regal Hotel. Stuffing the paper into the pocket of her hoodie, she took a deep breath and picked up her bags.


In the hotel car park, a beat-up Fiesta was sitting with its engine running, its windows starting to steam up. Inside, two sets of lips were welded together in a farewell clinch.

After some long minutes, they broke apart and the passenger reached behind him for the door handle. He slid out of the door, lips last, then flipped the seat forward and pulled a snowboard bag off the back seat and onto the pavement. He leaned back in for another kiss. “Last night was awesome!”

She pouted back up at him, saying, “Anytime, cowboy!” Then something across the car park caught her attention, and he noticed her pupils widen.

He turned his head to see what she was looking at, and his eyes narrowed. Another snowboarder was swaggering across the car park. He looked like a surfer dude – baggy cargo pants, a Fat Face sweatshirt, Converse sneakers and Oakleys perched on sun-bleached hair.

Marty stood up, pulled his sunglasses off his curly hair and onto his nose, then smacked the roof of her car and waved her off, saying, “I’ll give you a call.” He wouldn’t.

The other snowboarder approached, sizing him up. From the look on his face, he obviously thought his labels were more impressive than Marty’s jeans and fleece.

“Hi bro, I’m Colin. You here for the job?”

“Yup.” Marty hoisted his snowboard bag onto his shoulder.

“What d’you ride?” asked Colin.

“A Deacon XT.”

Colin sniffed. “I had one of those last season. Got rid of it.” Marty just looked at him. “I got an Oppera Maxride from the rep. Wants me to test it for them. It’s totally rad.”

Marty shrugged. “I heard they were pretty sluggish. But okay if you don’t ride too fast.”

He turned his back and headed for the hotel entrance. They might be fellow snowboarders, but it was obvious they weren’t going to be friends.


Secrets_800x594_PB   Buy links:


http://getBook.at/secrets-snow  (Amazon link which takes you to the correct store for your country)

https://www.createspace.com/4778127$9.99 / £9.99, 374 pages

Volume 2 containing episodes 4-6 will be released later this year.

A Dream for Hogmanay by Roz Marshall





Recently, I did a cover reveal for A Dream for Hogmanay and, thanks to Roz Marshall, I now get to do a review.

This short story features Debbie, one of my favorite ski instructors at White Cairns. She’s shy and sweet, and loves romances. On Hogmanay– New Year’s Eve in Scotland– Debbie and some of her friends go out to a party and Debbie hopes to find someone to kiss at midnight, even though she knows life isn’t like one of her romance novels. Although Debbie is a bit taken with Marty and Colin, two handsome, womanizing ski instructors, Callum is hoping that she’ll look his way.

This story is really cute, and I was almost disappointed when it ended. It’s well-done, and a very good addition to the White Cairns series. What I didn’t understand, however, was Callum thinking he wasn’t good-looking. I’ve never got that impression before. After all, he has a lot of teenage girls crushing on him in Fear of Falling. But, all in all, it’s a fun and entertaining read.