Stars in September: Stardust by Mimi StrongStardust by Mimi Strong
Series: Peaches Monroe #1
Published by Self Published on June 22, 2013
Pages: 288
Format: eBook
Source: Amazon
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There I was, minding my own business at Peachtree Books when this lunatic comes racing in the door and knocks me into his arms. I would have ripped him a new one, but he was kinda familiar, and hot. Like I-want-to-have-your-sexy-babies-now hot.

Turns out he looks familiar because I stare at his gorgeous face on TV every week. Yup, Dalton Deangelo. In the oh-so-firm flesh.

I let him hide out from the press for a while, then I thought he'd be on his way, and I could breathe normally again. But no. He found me interesting. He wanted to tag along to my cousin's wedding with me. I couldn't say no to that face ... or THOSE EYES. Before the night was through, he was saying sweet things, then dirty things. Very dirty things.

I try to keep my eyes wide open. I've made terrible, stupid mistakes in the past. But Dalton Deangelo's touch turns me to Jell-O.

I'm just a regular girl, and he's rich and famous with no body fat. The guy has a butler! So, why is he chasing me? And why can't I say no? And what is this sordid secret of his the reporters are trying to uncover?

“Faster, Lionheart, you little stud-pony, faster!”

If Stardust was a woman (or a man), s/he would be fast, easy, and funny.

This book showed up on Amazon’s Best Seller list, so I shrugged and thought “why not”. A few chapters in, I almost ditched it because I felt like I was losing brain cells. Then, I turned on the television and proceeded to watch Hardcore Pawn. I decided that was quite ironic, and went back to reading.

The beginning unfolded like a whirl-wind ”meet-cute” from a cheesy rom-com, and we are introduced to Peaches Monroe and our hot male MC, Dalton, in quick succession. Peaches works in a bookstore, and that’s always a big plus in my book. It’s one of the main reasons I decided to keep reading.

Peaches is your average small-town girl who has enough curves to make up for the lack of exciting population where she lives. Just when she thought life couldn’t get anymore “small-town” , Dalton D’Angelo, who plays a smoldering, sexy vampire on television, storms into her bookstore, and knocks her off her feet. Literally. Events unfold  and reveal themselves quite quickly after this first meeting. The same can be said for our main characters, if you get my drift.

We meet a few more town-folk and Peaches’  roommate and parents, but they only appear enough to flesh out the story. I loved the personality of Peaches’  roommate/cousin, but was a bit creeped out by Peaches’ relationship with her parents. What I initially thought was an aimless, sex-scene driven novel, became quite the barrel of laughs. Notting Hill-esque charm, and Bridget Jone’s Diary style humor made Stardust shine.

There is a juicy plot twist to this seemingly simple story, and it is GOOD. I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed so much while reading a book. The pacing of the story is what turned me off initially, but I decided to leave my critical shoes at the door, and enjoy the ride.  Sure, the humor is a little raunchy and the lemons are the kind you need to read in a dark closet by yourself, but even the most prudent of readers can find some enjoyment in this novel. Peaches Monroe taught me that I’m hot and love-able no matter what the size on my undie tag reads. I thought this thirty-something-year-old was all “AHA’ed” out until I entered Peaches’ stream of consciousness. I was pleasantly reminded that life and love don’t start five pounds from now, and I’m hotter than I think. Thanks for making me laugh, Peaches Monroe, and for being an inspiration for all ladies, thick and thin.

“Call me Braveheart,” Dalton urged.

“You mean Lionheart.  So help me, do not make me think about Mel Gibson when I’m in this state,” I breathed.

“I am your pony. I am Lionheart……”

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by Mimi Strong


Today, I thought I would focus the author spotlight on Mimi Strong. Erin and I are currently reading Stardust, the first book in the Peaches Monroe series, and we have both overdosed on LOL moments. Hard. Stardust is on the top ten Amazon Bestseller’s list, and with a title like Stardust and a story like Peaches Monroe’s,  it’s easy to see why. Here’s a lil’ somethin’, somethin’ about Mimi taken straight from her awesome blog:

mimiHello! I’m bestselling author Mimi Strong, and I write funny, sex books. You could call my stories chick-lit, erotic romance, sex comedy, new adult, or contemporary romance. Most of my characters have a wicked sense of humor. I’ve always had a lot of sides. Sometimes I’m vulnerable, and sometimes I go after what I want without a single doubt. I love making everyone around me laugh. When I get a message from a reader like you, who says she hit her head on the headboard from laughing too hard and woke up her husband, I think that’s pretty awesome. I’ve always enjoyed empowering stories about kick-butt women who don’t hold back and the awesome men who are smart enough to love them. I live on the west coast with Mr. Strong and our two kitties. I drink coffee, wear pants, and breathe oxygen.What else would you like to know? How about the story of my first erotic writing? Yeah? You’d like that? Okay, here you go:


This was back in the eighties, before the internet, of course. My filthy reading material was limited to what I could get at the school library, which didn’t even stock the racier Judy Blume novels.
My parents were out the night I got a pen and paper and wrote the filthiest thing I could imagine.
Now, I’d never actually seen a blow-up doll before. People at my school made a lot of jokes about blow-up dolls, and in my head they seemed a lot sexier than those vinyl things you see tethered to people at bachelor parties.
I wrote a story about a boy, his girlfriend, and his blow-up doll. The girlfriend was jealous of the doll, which drove much of the plot. Looking back, I admire my young self for having such a good grasp on the use of conflict in storytelling.
I had little time to enjoy my fine story, though, because shame and fear of being caught overwhelmed me, and I began to sweat, the penned words smearing at my fingertips.
There was nowhere in my bedroom safe enough to hide such a thing. Nowhere in the house. No hiding place on Planet Earth could prevent this twisted literature from falling into the wrong hands.
My whole body shaking, I tore the pages into pieces the size of postage stamps.
But the porn would not be destroyed.
Incriminating words still blazed out defiantly from the shreds.
These morcels of sin could not go into the household garbage. My mother had a special sense for discovering transgressions. She would spot the letters C-O-C scrawled in my childish handwriting and she would know. She would retrieve all the pieces and put them together, then call me in for questioning.
I couldn’t just toilet-flush the pages because surely it would clog the septic system, and I’d be in trouble for two things.
They could be home at any minute!
Still sweating, my heart pounding, I got a tall glass of water from the kitchen. As I prepared to swallow the evidence, I paused.
I’d never ingested paper before. Was paper similar in digestibility to corn? Would incriminating pieces be making appearances in my poo over the next few weeks? Even if the words were unrecognizable, the mere presence of paper in my stools would speak of a crime of some magnitude.
And so, I got a metal cookie sheet, and I cremated my first erotic story. I flushed the ashes.
I didn’t write another word of erotica for many, many years.
Noways, I’m proud to write sensual, enjoyable, character-driven stories. However, whenever I finish a piece, I still get that heart-pounding rush. These stories are transgressive. They make us feel dirty. And they make us come alive.


The first two books in the Peaches Monroe series are out now, and the third is due out in December. Click on the book covers to purchase!


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