We’re celebrating the release of PLANNING PENELOPE by Erin Lockwood!
Alexander George Bishop V has an obsession. He controls every detail of her life, and she doesn’t even know he exists.
It’s going to be a challenge writing this review without giving a single thing away. I mean, have you read the freaking blurb!? It gives you practically nothing.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: beware, shortest review ever.
Planning Penelope is written from Alexander’s point of view. He is a genius, a research scientist. He’s obsessed with a student—aka Penelope—who studies in the university he works at. He knows everything there is to know about her, when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING. He’s scared away every single boyfriend Penelope has ever had. He controls practically her every move.
Until something—more like someone—unexpected happens. Something totally out of his control. And it ruins all of his plans.
When I signed up to review this book never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it would be like this. I don’t even know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. Even halfway through the book I was still skeptical about liking the story but Erin’s writing is so darn amazing. It blew my mind.
This story gives you such a mind fuck because one moment you want to scream bloody murder and call the fictional police so they can take this freaking insane fictional character to fictional jail and the next one you’re feeling empathy towards him and you kind of feel the need to fix him somehow.
It’s been more than a day since I finished reading this book and my mind still can’t get over the craziness of the whole story.
I can’t wait for everyone to read this book, you won’t want to put it down. The suspense will have you biting your nails until they’re gone. You’ll be wondering why the heck is Alex so obsessed with Penelope. Does he want to marry the girl? Chop her into pieces and cook her for dinner? Guess you’ll have to read the book to find out!
She has an oral fixation, so I have an oral fixation—hers.
Usually, it’s a pen cap, a pencil, or the plastic lid of her coffee cup, but tonight, she has nothing but her fingers lingering over her soft light-pink pout. I’ve been watching those lips and anything that comes near them for years now. It’s more than my obsession. This woman has become my masterpiece, and I’m the unknown author.
I won’t let anything chip away at my creation.
Especially this guy.
He’s standing behind her, carnal determination obvious on his face and with a fierce urge to bite into the skin on her back. I can see it in his eyes, the way they’re focused on her flesh. He leans forward, and my protective glands swell in my throat.
Although I’m several feet away and one level down, I lean in, as he did, but with anticipation to lurch.
She’s resting on the railing, staring out at the band onstage, unaware of what is about to hit her. Her left elbow is touching the metal bar, but her fingers are on her delicate, smooth pout, touching so lightly across, back and forth.
The loud nightclub drowns out one of her key senses. So, mine heighten in response.
I move to set down my beer. I’m ready. Ready to fight for her and keep her from the predator lurking at her back—the one messing with my masterpiece. He moves closer to her skin and bends his head to kiss the top of her shoulder. She doesn’t flinch.
I exhale a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
She turns around, wraps her arms around him, and kisses him on his mouth. Her delicate, smooth lips are on his unworthy mouth. My jaw muscles tighten, and my teeth clench. This makes me angry, but I won’t act on it. Not yet.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” Kevin asks, nudging me with his elbow, still keeping his beer close to his face.
“Nothing,” I tell him and turn to pick up my beer from the high-top where I set it.
My eyes go back to her. They have been seeing each other for a few weeks, but I know it won’t last much longer. Not after tomorrow. Not after what I found out. This one isn’t the worst, but he’s still not good enough.
Her typical type—blond, tall, fair-to-medium skin—Hitler’s dream and my worst nightmare. I knew he would be a threat when they crossed paths last month. I keep them away as best I can, but there are too many unpredictable forces in life.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California and the University of Oregon, where she graduated in 2003 with a degree in journalism. From there she moved to Denver and spent the next seven years searching for the love of her life and building the family of her dreams.
It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands. Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real state as a Realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book (and binge-watching the subsequent films) in the New Adult genre. Feeling hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story leading up to their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles trilogy.
Erin still lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, Phil, and their three children.