Must Read from CoHo: Too Late


Too Late by Colleen Hoover – 5 Stars


“Love is not found. Love finds.
Love finds you in the forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.
Love finds you in the tragedies.”


I didn’t know Colleen had this in her. This story was addicting, angsty, and so damn stressful I felt like I was having a heart attack at least 8 times while reading. Props to anyone who read this piece by piece as she was releasing chapters (For those who do not know, this was a project Colleen started to help with writing blocks while writing other books. She had no plan to release it, but released a few chapters on Wattpad and would occassionally update it. The book is now complete and can be purchased on Amazon). There is no way in hell I could have read each chapter and then waited for the next without throwing my iPad across the room.

“Worries flow from her lips like the random words that flow from her fingertips. I reach out and try to catch them, clenching then in my fists, wanting nothing more than to catch them all.”

I don’t want to say too much on the plot because you ALL NEED TO READ THIS. Some fans of Colleen will be pleasantly surprised with how dark and sexy she went with this. Some fans who are not used to this type of writing from her may NOT like this. I say put some big girl panties on and TRY IT ANYWAY.

But the short version is this: Sloan is a college student and is in a relationship with Asa who is a complete psycho controlling asshole drug dealer. Can you tell I didn’t like him much? Sloan is pretty much forced to be with him (and when you read you’ll see why). During a class, Sloan meets Carter. Sweet, sweet, amazing, OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, Carter. She learns Carter (really named Luke) is undercover and trying to take down Asa. Anddddd that’s all you’ll get from me on the plot.

“You’re all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You’re all I see.”
My mouth finds hers again and I kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed. With conviction. With respect. With feeling.
She begins to move on top of me and she’s all I see.
I close my eyes and she’s all I fucking see.


READ IT READ IT READ IT! Trust me when I say this was SO wildly entertaining and a must read! Espeically if you like your romance with a sprinkle of dark 😉

First Colleen Hoover Book I didn’t 5⭐️😮


Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover – 3 Stars


Another shitty plot twist I didn’t see coming in 2020; I gave my first Colleen Hoover book less than five stars.

There was nothing in particular that was wrong with this book. But I have to be honest, while I was reading it I couldn’t quite believe this is something Colleen Hoover wrote. At one point I checked the cover just to make sure her name was actually on it. I know her last few books have sort of detoured from the usual romantic genre she has written in. And while this one had some romance, it fell a little flat for me.

The rest of this review (sort of) contains spoilers, so read with caution.

Basically, the plot of the book was:

Beyah is a sad person.
Beyah meets Samson, who is sad person.
We know why Beyah is sad, but we don’t really know why Samson is sad (I mean if you squint your eyes and really try, you can probably guess why).
Beyah and Samson are sad together and like to make out while being sad.
Predictable plot twist occurs.
“My mom died, lol” – Beyah to her dad.
Vague, sort of cute ending.
The end.

So while this didn’t really live up to my expectations, – no memorable characters, no distinctive humorous scenes, really no tension at all – it was still a pretty decent read. Definitely not up there with my favorites from Colleen.

And with that, I’m going to RE-read one of my five star books from her just to restore my faith in humanity.


Heart Bones is out now! (still worth giving it a try if you’re a CoHo Fan)


Starting 2020 off right! Review of The Wicked King by Holly Black




this review contains spoilers

“If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”

*tips mic*
Thank you for joining me this evening. This song is called: here’s how I feel about this book:

What a joyous thing it is to wait almost two years to read the follow up to a book you loved, and to love it even more than the first.

So many great scenes. So many epic lines.

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
“What?” I can barely think.
“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”

And then this part…

“He slides my ruby ring off his finger. “I, Cardan, son of Eldred, High King of Elfhame, take you, Jude Duarte, mortal ward of Madoc, to be my bride and my queen. Let us be wed until we wish for it to be otherwise and the crown has passed from our hands.”

…what’s that?? did you mean the music to my humble ears !?!?


But then…. THAT ENDING.

Consider me annihilated. You played me for a fool, Ms. Black. For a hot second there I actually believed all was well. I’d like to have a few words with you, m’am. I would also like to commend you on that checkmate of an ending because, DAMN.

One last thought before I start book 3 tonight: if my OTP – Locke and Tarryn + a horrible death- doesn’t become canon, I’m throwing hands.

The Cruel Prince | (read my review here)
The Wicked King |
The Queen of Nothing |


Review -my 1st one in months (☉_☉) -Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston


Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston – 5 Stars


Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?

Listen guys, I’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing reviews, so please bear with me while I get my mojo back.

So, my first review in like …a year??


…here it is:


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99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne – a complete delight to read!

“’Cause I swear, I need your hands more than I’ve ever needed anything.”


99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne- 5 Stars


I just finished. I was looking past the acknowledgments for the section titled “What to Do With All of Your Feelings.” I can’t find it.

And I know what everyone is thinking…

Will 99 Percent Mine live up to the hype and perfection that is The Hating Game?
Is the hero Tom anything like Joshua?
Is that same delicious combustible tension between the MCs present??

I am here to report: YES. YES IT DOES. IT SO DOES.

No – Tom is not like Joshua. Tom is a beast in his own league and I devoured every morsel that came from his delectable mouth. And Darcy is a force and a mood and every time she spoke, I couldn’t help but think “if that is NOT ME…”

And yes, yes, yes yessss the tension between Tom and Darcy is just glorious.

I love the way Sally’s brain works. The perfectly worded metaphors and analogies she comes up with are so fantastically funny, and even though this is only her second book, so uniquely and identifably HER. Her stamp on comedy and snark and romance is one of a kind.

I’ve known him for most of my life, but this man is now someone I can’t know. Not until we’re down to skin and sweat and kissing. That’s all I’ll ever want from him. I want those white perfect teeth. I want that narrow-eyed male possession, that don’t touch her, that barrier his body created to block the world out. His vicious fist unfolded and his trailing fingertips gentle on my skin. I want to provoke and tease until he gives himself to me, rough and tender.

Sally – just please. Write love stories until the end of time. You’re worthy of every fabulous review, and it is us readers, your peasants, who are absolutely Not Worthy.

The first touch of his tongue loosens my knees and I’m grateful that he’s holding me up. I shudder a breath out. He breathes it, changes our angle, exhales it back to me. Air is better from his lungs. Life is better with his kiss.

The second touch of his tongue is an inward slide, and it’s not calculated to seduce me. I’m being licked for my flavor. I feel the point of his tooth, the scratch of his chin on mine. There’s a pause of deliberation for a moment, and then I feel his pleasure shivering out of his body, absorbed into my skin. I’ve been tasted, and I am exactly right.

This was just a legitimate JOY to read. An absolutely delight.

Side note – I’d be filled with uncontrollable GLEE if Jamie got a book. A snarky yet sweet jerk? SIGN ME UP. I was so pleasantly surprised with how much I wanted more of him, and his sweet moments with Darcy stole the show towards the last parts of the book.

My new absolute favorite line:

“Please, please. Enthusiastic yes. Pitiful begging, et cetera. I’m not even kidding. Put me out of my misery.”

💜🏡🍕99 Percent Mine releases January 29th! | 💜🏡🍕

He removes my tremor of doubt as only he can. “You earn me daily. Come on. You know I give you everything you want. Just relax. Let me spoil Darcy Barrett a little, for the rest of her life. Let me get a taste of that feeling.”
All I can say is, it tastes sweet.

Review & Excerpt! Fall (VIP #3) by Kristen Callihan

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Fall (VIP #3) by Kristen Callihan – 5 Stars!


Ok, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again (and again and again and again):

Kristen Callihan writes some of the BEST heroes.

“There is no more talking, no more waiting. We’re kissing each other, and it isn’t demanding or frantic; it’s consuming, a fall right into the deep end of the ocean. John comes after my mouth like it’s his right, his pleasure. I’ve never been kissed this way. I am the banquet and he is the hunger.”

She writes some of the MOST SCORCHING sex scenes you will ever read.

“What do you think about?” she asks in the dark. “When you do it?”
“You.” I’m stroking faster now, getting into a rhythm. “Since that first night, it’s only been you.”

I lick my lips. “Truth?”
Her answer is a husk of sound. “Always.”
“I think of watching myself slide into you. Imagine sinking into your heat.” My voice goes rougher, my balls drawing up tight and sweet. “That first push when I take you, knowing that you’re letting me. That’s it. I think of having you. Finally, fucking having you. That’s the moment I dream about.”

She writes some of the most beautiful lines.

“There isn’t anyone I want to be around more than you. You occupy my thoughts, haunt my dreams. I can no more stay away from you than I can try to keep my heart from beating.”

She writes characters that are so unabashedly truthful, you can’t help but connect with them. And especially with this book focusing on Jax, who suffers from depression and anxiety, being in his mind was sometimes hard. But I really admire the empathetic way the author depicts his struggles, and the realistic way his ups and downs are shown. Because yes, some days are awful, and some days are great. And anyone who suffers as Jax does knows how isolating being in your own head can be. How tiring it is when your mind just won’t shut off.

“…You endure. You keep moving forward. But some days, Stella … Some days I get so fucking tired.”
“Then rest,” I whisper. “Rest with me. Let me be where you lay your head for a while.”

^ that gave me goosebumps. Because the way Stella tries to understand Jax is a damn beautiful thing.

This series is turning out to be a top favorite of mine and I pray and hope Kristen continues with the series and the rest of the band members get their own books. I LOVE the friendship they all have and the sometimes sweet / sometimes hysterical way they interact with one another.

***While I guess this can technically be read as a standalone, I’d recommend reading the other 2 books first. Not only because the story will just make more sense, but they are freaking fantastic too!

🎸🎤💜 Idol (VIP #1) |  (my review here)
Managed (VIP #2) | (my review here)
Fall (VIP #3) | 🎸🎤💜

*Keep scrolling for an excerpt, author info, and additional buy links*

The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways.

In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip.

Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands.

Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor.

An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room.

Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun.

Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything.

All we have to do is trust enough to fall.


The air between us shifts. I’m filled with a strange giddiness, wanting to laugh for the fun of it, but I’m also too warm, my limbs oddly heavy as if simple movements might be too much for me.

His tone turns soft and cajoling, teasing the truth out of me. “Are you going to tell me what you do?” When I say nothing, the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I see. You’re going to torture me a bit.”

The warm, fuzzy feeling grows as I shrug. “Torture feels apropos in this scenario.”

He hums again, taking another step toward me. “What makes you think I won’t like being tortured by you?”

The heat of his body and the scent of his skin makes my head light and my pulse pound. How did it get to this point where the highlight of my day is flirting with Jax Blackwood? Despite the thrill, I know I’m in over my head. I haven’t gone out on a date in months because I form attachments, I get emotional, and then I hurt when they inevitably leave. And this man will leave. He is as bright and fleeting as a camera flash. I’ll be left with the image of him seared into my memory and nothing more.

I tell myself all of this, the voice in my head as stern as possible. But it doesn’t make me back away. It doesn’t stop my body from somehow straining toward his without even moving. Because it might be stupid of me, but I want to feel something that isn’t planned. Something, for however briefly, that’s real.

He’s too attuned to me not to notice. John’s lids lower as his attention slides down my body before easing back up to my face. Slowly, he rests his forearm on the wall beside my head. “Tell me, Stella,” he murmurs.

“No,” I whisper back, flirting, even though I shouldn’t.

His biceps bunch as he leans in, a smile dancing on his lips. “Tell.”

My breasts graze his chest, and I feel it in my toes.

“You’re crowding me.” I hate how breathy I sound.

“Can’t help it.” His voice is a rumble, the heat of his breath playing over my skin. He ducks his head, drawing close until our lips nearly brush, and when he speaks again, his tone is almost conversational, except for the husky quality that touches deep within my core. “You smell like strawberries. Fucking delicious.”

My lids flutter, and I swallow hard. “Ordinarily, I’d call you out on that cliché but since I’ve been eating strawberries, you aren’t exactly wrong.”

His chuckle is slow and easy, as he eases back and his gaze slowly travels over my face. “Were they sweet, Stella Button?”

He’s looking at my mouth like he might try to find out. My lips tremble in response, and John tracks the movement, his breathing getting deeper, faster. “You have two freckles on your lips. One on the top lip and one on the bottom corner.”

Those damn freckles. They were the bane of my adolescence. I hid them with lipstick and silently cursed whenever someone mentioned them.

Freckles don’t have any feelings, but I swear it’s as if he’s touching them.

“You’re just noticing this?” I try to make it sound like a joke, but it comes out weak and thready.

His own lips quirk. “Oh, I noticed. It’s distracting as hell. They’re like two little dots of butter toffee. Makes me want to lick them, get a taste.”

Oh, God. Lick them, please. I can almost feel it. I want to feel it.

No. Bad Stella. Behave.

John’s lips part a fraction like he just might take that taste.

“Back off,” I whisper. And yet somehow my traitorous hands find their way to his sides, running over the waistband of his jeans, holding him there.

John makes a sound deep in his throat and tilts his hips, pressing them against mine. A distinctly thick bulge nudges my belly. Both of us lose a breath, and then he’s closer, his cheek touching my temple. “You’ll have to let me go first.”

My thumbs slide under the edge of his shirt and find smooth, taut skin. A tremor goes through his body. I try to think, search for what the hell we’ve been talking about.

His lips brush the crest of my cheek as he murmurs against my skin. “Tell me what you do, Stella. You know you want to.”

My smile feels illicit. Somehow the action is directly tied to all my happy parts, making them draw hot and tight. “I don’t think I do.”

Another hum. “Liar. You’re dying to.”

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading. WEBSITE / FACEBOOK / TWITTER / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE


Review: Melt for You (Slow Burn, #2) by J.T. Geissinger


Melt for You (Slow Burn, #2) by J.T. Geissinger – 4 Stars


If The Hating Game and the movie The Ugly Truth had a baby, it would be this book.

Joellen the sharp-tongued homebody who has always looked at herself as less than
a famous Rugby player that offers her lessons on seduction so she can finally snag the attention of her long pined-over boss
hilarious situations and sexual tension GALORE.

Snarky banter is my kryptonite. And this baby was chock full of it:

I suddenly understand how otherwise rational people can lose their minds and commit murder in a fit of rage. “It’s been real, McGregor.” I swing the door closed. It slams shut in his face with a loud, satisfying thud.
Through the door, he says, “I’ll make you a deal, Joellen.”
“If it involves you swallowing a vial of poison, you’re on.”

Seriously, a smile never left my face while reading this:

“Just make it easier on yourself, darlin’, and admit you’re wild for me and are dyin’ to bring a few dozen little McGregors into the world.”
“You’re delusional.”
“You’re massively in love with me.”
“I’m massively in dislike with you.”
“You’ve finally figured out I’m the real man of your dreams.”
“I’ve finally figured out how you got here. Someone left your cage door open.”
We grin at each other while the stupid rap music blares into the hallway, eroding my hearing another few percent.
“You look awful cheery, lass. Did your lingerie store have a sale on beige granny panties?”

But put aside all the hilarity, there were some jewels and beautiful moments of writing that really stood out to me:

“But sometimes what you think is love is just a beautiful form of self-destruction. The worst thing in life is to give yourself away in exchange for nothing.”

BITCH^, yes.

And this next passage is a little long but shut up and just read it because I promise it’s so good and if it doesn’t convince you to read this book, we can’t be friends.

A kiss again, dangerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking over, shifting dirt and rocks tumbling beneath your feet. My fingers twist in his hair. His hands move my head, left or right, however he wants it, a throbbing pulse like drumbeats in my ears. I’m so turned on I feel frantic, unstable, like I might break out of my own skin. Caterpillar becoming butterfly. Chrysalis shed, wings outstretched, wind beneath my belly. Caught on an updraft. Beating, beating, flying free.
He breaks the kiss, suddenly, shatteringly, the separation like breaking glass. Dizzy, I whimper at the loss of his mouth.
“Fuck. Joellen. Fuck.”
He’s panting, his voice a desperate rasp. He radiates heat like a furnace. Even his hands on my head are hot, burning right through my skull. With his scent in my nose and his heat wrapped around me and his heart pounding against mine, I’m somewhere else. I’m someone else. A gypsy, casting spells. A sloe-eyed singer in a smoky jazz club. A femme fatale in a film noir, all knowing smiles and long legs and a throaty voice with an edge like a purr.
“Don’t stop,” I say in my new voice. “You taste so good.”
He stares right at me, his eyes intensely aglow. Tiger eyes. Wolf eyes. The eyes of a predator about to pounce on his meal.

Me, after reading this ^ scene:

All in all, I adored this book and anyone who loves rom-coms needs to try this one out! Bless my book buddy Hollis for recommending this one! I can never get enough slowburn deliciousness in my life. Fans of Sally Thorne and Mariana Zapata will no doubt enjoy this gem.

💜Melt For You (can be read as a standalone) | 💜

COVER REVEAL! The Legacy by Dylan Allen


He’s the king of all he surveys.

Except her.

The Legacy, an all-new steamy contemporary romance standalone from Dylan Allen is coming October 25th!


Exiled for 15 years, Hayes Rivers has finally assumed his place as head of Houston’s oldest and most powerful family.

Now, they call him King.

A legacy of wealth and prestige are his to claim.

As age-old rivalries, long-buried secrets, and generations of betrayal threaten his birthright, he finds himself in a battle for control of his family’s future.

When he meets Confidence, she’s a sweet distraction.

Everything he shouldn’t want.

But after a weekend of passion and surprising intimacy,

he realizes she’s everything he needs.

He holds the keys to a kingdom,

But he covets the key to her heart.

And he’ll stop at nothing to claim his queen.

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Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs

Photographer: Regina Wamba

Model: Ripp Baker

About Dylan Allen

Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.

A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.

When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
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Unpopular Opinion Alert: Review of Block Shot by Kennedy Ryan


Block Shot (Hoops #2) By Kennedy Ryan – 2.5 Stars

While Kennedy can write some INSANELY beautiful prose, I hate to admit this was not my favorite from her and I think the story was a bit all over the place. The overall theme is something I think many will relate to and the steamy scenes were great. I am most definitely looking forward to the books she has to come. But there were a few things that kept me from fully enjoying this.

For one, a BIG pet peeve of mine with dialogue is when a character reiterates a fact or tidbit the person they are speaking to would already know, but it’s added in the conversation for the sake of the reader’s knowledge or to serve as a reminder of something that happened in a past book. It made the dialogue in many cases seem stilted, stiff, and unnatural.

There was a lot of repeated information / thoughts throughout the story and within inner monologues that I feel should have been weeded out.

The drama in this felt overdone and contrived. One of the last “dramatic incidents” was completely unnecessary and served as a plot device to add tension, but for me just did not work.

Also adding some other things below that are slight spoilers (in red):

For one, we did not get enough back story on Banner and Jared to elicit the feelings and eventually the decision for her to cheat on an otherwise great man. I wish the author spent a little more time on these two together in the past. I think that would have really SHOWED the reader what a connection they had, and why it’s lasted over ten years with them barely speaking or even seeing each other.

It also seems a little unbelievable to me that Jared was THAT obsessed with Banner, but within 10 years of them being apart, he barely tried to reach out to her or make amends? Yes, it’s mentioned they saw each other a “few times” and she made it clear she didn’t want to speak to him. But to have feelings THAT strong, to being the go-getting guy he claims to be, I would think he would have tried a bit harder to reach out and speak to her, and not leave it to fate to bring them back to the same area.

I also didn’t quite believe Jared to be the ‘heartless, cocky’ guy he was being depicted as. Yes, he repeated these sentiments in about every other inner monologue so the reader could believe it, but most of his actions just didn’t show us this. For some reason (and maybe this was because there weren’t enough situations to hone in on this and it was mainly just talked about), his persona did not come across as all that genuine to me. I will say I REALLY adored his unwavering love for Banner, though.

Block Shot didn’t turn out to be a favorite for me but I’m still very excited to read Kennan and Lo’s book!


Cover & blurb reveal! Royally Yours by Emma Chase

Princess Lenora Celeste Beatrice Arabella Pembrook had an unusual childhood. She was raised to be a Queen—the first Queen of Wessco.

It’s a big deal.

When she’s crowned at just nineteen, the beautiful young monarch is prepared to rule. She’s charming, clever, confident and cunning.

What she isn’t…is married.

It’s her advising council’s first priority. It’s what Parliament is demanding, and what her people want.

Lenora has no desire to tie herself to a man—particularly one who only wants her for her crown. But compromises must be made and royals must do their duty.

Even Queens. Especially them.


Years ago, Edward Langdon Richard Dorian Rourke, walked away from his title and country. Now he’s an adventurer—climbing mountains, exploring jungles, going wherever he wants, when he wants—until family devotion brings him home.

And a sacred promise keeps him there.

To Edward, the haughty, guarded little Queen is intriguing, infuriating…and utterly captivating. Wanting her just might drive him mad—or become his greatest adventure.


Within the cold, stone walls of the royal palace—mistrust threatens, wills clash, and an undeniable, passionate love will change the future of the monarchy forever.

Every dynasty has a beginning. Every legend starts with a story.

This is theirs.



ROYALLY YOURS will be available on October 30th


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Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.