Title: Even Hippies Get The Blues
Author: Michel Lee King
Official Release Date: February 21, 2014
Humorous Romance/Literary Humor
Target Audience: Adult Women, New Adult
“Sometimes peace can only come through chaos.”
Amy thought she had it all together. Her goals were set and she was working toward them seamlessly while practicing her peace-loving philosophy.
Her world of blissful ignorance crumbles when Travis, a blond paramedic with a body that can stop a truck, waltzes in to open her eyes… Just after Murphy, and his pesky law, paint a target on her back.
How many times can a waitress be interrogated in one day? Just how much orange acrylic paint can get caught in dreads before an interview? How does one retain their composure while dripping paint nude in their living room and staring down a trespassing police officer?
I received this book for a honest review for a blog tour and am happy I did. At first I will admit I was skeptical about this book. Even passed up the first chance to read it. Why? Wasn’t sure if I could read a book with that title if it was a new age deal or not. But than I said bad you’re judging a book by it’s title and not its content so I gave it a whorl and loved it.
Travis was a beautiful man. A kind gentle soul who help Amy become comfortable with her changing self and with being herself. He loved her for what was on the inside and not for appearances. Amy needed this kind of man and he delivered in so many ways.
Amy’s philosophy in life was to be happy, not harm others and live her life how she wanted and on her terms. A interesting philosophy to say the least. She did get insulted alot and that was because she was misunderstood. Her outward looks didn’t help again judging by appearance and what was on the inside a lesson we all must heed well. Never judge something or someone by the outside but what is within. We can miss out on something special if we do. Amy is in a crap job but there so she can get her artwork sold and get it going.
She meets some interesting characters that test her resolve. Her boss Owen and officer pierce are two such characters how she remained kind after those two I don’t know. Adam who will crack you up tested her as well but not in a bad way.
This is a book about Amy and how she grows. She learns to be more at peace with herself and even finds love. Love that helps her heal and become better in tuned with herself. A wonderful read that at times will have you rolling laughing just with the thoughts this girl has but mainly smiling over how things evolve and how she evolves over time. I am glad I gave this book a chance and learned the most valuable lesson of all never judge a book or someone by its outside, name or cover but by the content within.
Michel Lee King writes fiction that has a tendency to mix the light and dark elements of life and focusses primarily on the Literary Fiction and Fantasy genres.
Michel is a peace-, and fun-, loving person living in the shadow of Mount Rainier in Washington state. She is happily married, has one son, two dogs, and a cat. When not consuming copious amounts of coffee, she is writing, editing, or enjoying the outdoors with her family.
She can be found online through her website: www.MichelLeeKing.com, Twitter: @Michel_Lee_King, or on Facebook: King.Michel.Lee
Excerpt #1 (contains one curse word): Amy at the restaurant she works in the morning after a customer chokes and needs to be rescued by the paramedics:
“The police will be here in half an hour and I want all of you on your best behavior. Adam,” Owen paused to point a threatening finger toward his face, “pretend you know what you are doing back here.”
“With all due respect, sir,” he drawled picking unidentifiable dirt from under his fingernails, “I could do much better if you spoiled everyone by buying decent ingredients. I wouldn’t even feed my dog the shit you have me mixing.”
“Shut up and do your job.” He turned his reddening face toward his booty call. “Jane dear, be as charming as ever.” He wagged a teasing finger in the air. “But remember that these are pigs and they won’t appreciate your assets as much as true men do.”
The display nearly made me gag. She must have been overly enthusiastic after the paramedic snubbed her. Gross.
That is when he turned on me. Eyes flashing, and face instantly purpling, he billowed up for a great lecture.
“Hey Amy, any bets as to which part of your anatomy he’ll slice and dice? Heads or tails?”
Excerpt #2: Amy wakes tangled in her yellow sheets and unable to extricate herself:
Laying in my womb-like chrysalis, I returned the phone call. On the third ring, my best friend answered. “Hey Amy. How’s it going? Why didn’t you answer?”
I started laughing hysterically at the situation. “I’ve been taken hostage by my sheets and they won’t let me go.”
A long pause followed my announcement. Finally I heard a soft chuckle. “Should I call the police? Or search and rescue?”
“Both,” I snorted mid laugh.
Her chuckle intensified. “Oh my god, you’re serious aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’m lying here, on the floor, wrapped up like some sunshine burrito, and I can’t get out.”
I had to hold the phone away from my head because she was laughing so hard. “Why are you laughing at a time like this? My dignity is at stake!”
Rustling met my wheezed outburst before the line went dead. Staring up at the stained ceiling, I gave in to the hilarity of my plight. Who else could get themselves this stuck in cotton?
Calmed somewhat, and out of breath, I gave the sheets an honest fight. Sadly, they were winning. Sweating, and only slightly less trapped, I inched my way into the kitchen where the aromatic wonder that was my customary French roast tempted my bruised ego.
Excerpt #3: In Amy’s apartment on her day off while Officer Pierce stops by to purchase one of her paintings (contains mild cursing, she uses her body as a template for her artwork):
I had a member of Spokane’s police force in my apartment ready to pay me for a canvas of my ass, but only after he watched me fill in another of my tits while we wait to see if my psychotic hermit of a neighbor would do anything criminal. I groaned to the sky. Yeah, nothing about that scenario could possibly go wrong. How do I get myself into these situations?
Better get this over with. I trudged back up the stairs and passed my door heading for the no-fly zone of Mr. Porter’s apartment. What if he has a body chopped up in his sink or something? I gave in to the involuntary shudder and forced a smile on my face. Knock. Knock. Knock.
I could hear him shuffling around inside, then the slide of the customary chain, then another, and another, and a deadbolt, and the doorknob. Jesus! How much security does one retired accountant need?
Finally, his beady eyes met mine. “Yes?”
“I am finished with my errand now, if you are ready to go.”
“Thank you. I will leave soon. Goodbye.” He didn’t wait for me to respond before he clicked the door shut and the sounds of chains met me through the door.
Weird. Now what to do with the man in my room? My mind went to wholly inappropriate places. No. He is a cop. Would it be considered sexual assault or assault of an officer if I ravaged him? Ew. Never mind. Dammit, body, I said never mind. I’m talking to myself again. I am so going to end up in a padded room.