Reduxa Fat Burner Review

Disclosure: I got this product as part of an advertorial.

I’ve seen a ton of people on here that claim to have lost a lot of weight with these pills. Unfortunately, I wasn’t one of them. I weighed myself daily while I was taking these and had a difference of two pounds total in the two weeks I tried them out but some of that difference is natural as your body fluctuates daily.

BUT the reason I’m rating them 4 stars is because I gained a lot of energy. No jittery feelings, no crashes, no nothing except the will power to get off my butt and do more. It was sort of like that urge you get to clean your house and organize things when you are pregnant or about to start that time of the month. I loved it. I didn’t WANT to be lazy. I didn’t WANT to just sit there and read a book. I wanted to get up and do something.

I didn’t have any problems sleeping when it was time to go to bed, either. I actually got more restful sleep while I was taking Fat Burner pills (possibly a side effect of being more active during the day).

Since I got this product to review, I went ahead and stopped taking them about a week ago because I needed to see if there would be any type of withdrawals as its a common question when I looked them up online. Honestly? I regret not taking them right now. There aren’t any withdrawals but I work 14 hour shifts and this entire week I’ve been back to normal: Needing coffee to make it through the night, yawning while at work, feeling lazy… I fully plan on taking these again.

To sum it up: weightloss? No. Appetite control? I didn’t notice a difference. Energy? SPIKED! Withdrawals? None. I recommend the Reduxa Fat Burner supplements based on my observations while taking the pills. I liked them.

This is what the company has to say about them.


You can purchase the Reduxa Fat Burner supplements at Amazon where they cost just under $1 per pill at the time of this posting. But honestly? I spent more on my daily coffee than that and got more energy out of these than I do from my coffee.

I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers.

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Disclosure: I got this product as part of an advertorial. IMG_2923  I’ve been using this to keep a supply of OTC pain meds in it as it takes up a lot less room than having three different medicine bottles (tylenol, IBUProfen, and Aleve bc they all do different things for me depending on whats wrong). Its nice to be able to keep them separate. The compartment on the top isn’t very big but it does a decent job of holding small pills. I love that this doesn’t pop open if it gets dropped but I can imagine that it might be harder for people with arthritis to open as you have to squeeze the end on each side to allow the pill compartments to slide out. The top area that will only hold small pills is very easy to flip open with your thumb or a finger but that may mean trouble later as the plastic hinge gets worn out. All in all, I’m giving this 4 stars because of the potential issues for arthritic hands to open.

Note to the company: I’d love to see this product come out in colors or designs. I don’t know a single person that takes medicine on a daily basis that wouldn’t LOVE for their pill holder to not be so generic looking. Possibly make skins that will slide on to the container that people can purchase on the side? Maybe a sticker for the top? Something in a matte or velvet finish might be nice as well, I imagine that this holder might be difficult for shaky, sweaty hands to hold on to and open while someone tries to get their meds out if they are having problems. Just a suggestion. :)














You can purchase this holder at Amazon for less than $10. It is well-made and doesn’t have any design flaws other than what I noted above.
I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers.

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Taming Romeo by Rachelle Ayala

Disclosure: I got this product as part of an advertorial.

Evie Sanchez is recovering from heartbreak by working at her parents’ Filipino restaurant when in walks Romeo Garcia, the boy she left behind. Only now, he’s a hot movie star surrounded by gorgeous actresses and adoring fans.

Bad boy

Romeo Garcia never understood why Evie stood him up at the prom. When he rescues her from a flying coconut in the dumpster, he is determined to dig into her heart for the reason. Their mutual attraction and unresolved feelings ignite in a scintillating night of daring sex, and Romeo shows Evie what she’ll miss the rest of her life if she walks away again. R

Evie lands a part as Romeo’s co-star and falls into her role, totally in love. He plays his part, too, with his romantic gestures and skillful lovemaking. But is the fantasy real or revenge? Evie and Romeo are about to discover if their buried feelings will explode in pure delight or utter disaster.


My Review:

Taming Romeo was a cute read that left me wanting more. The beginning felt a tad bit filled with too much info as the author told quite a lot about the names and styles of food prepared in the family restaurant. I struggled a little through that and couldn’t get into the book. But as soon as I was past that, taming Romeo took off! I couldn’t put it down and finished it in the same day. I think that if the author were to change the beginning up a bit, like to put in a customer having problems with the pronunciation and Evie (or Romeo or any of the others) teaches them how to sound it that the readers would be able to connect faster.

I loved how Evie gets pulled into Romeos life by walking onto the set but my favorite part was anything involving both Evie’s and Romeo’s moms. I LOVED how they got involved in the background. Without saying more because I hate spoilers, I’ll just say that if I ever am in need of a husband, I’m going to Romeos mother to find me one.
I can’t wait to delve more into this family in the upcoming books!


You can purchase Taming Romeo here (you should, you really really should!)


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 You know what I love more than a good book? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well… Except for maybe bacon. Bacon trumps everything. If I could erase this book from my mind so that I could read it all over again without knowing what will happen, I would totally do it. And eat bacon while I read it for the first time again.

Seriously though, I loved this. You can check the post HERE for an excerpt to learn more about the characters and their chemistry before we jump right in for the review. Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.

Caught up? Awesome! Did you love that excerpt as much as I did? It freaking ROCKED!

I loved this book so much that I’ll probably be reading it again in a month or two when I’ve given my mind enough time to forget the little details of it. If you know me, then you know what a big deal that is. 99.9% of the time I won’t re-read a book. But this one… It’s begging for it.

I adored Sam and Heath. All of the characters were utterly believable and I could see myself shooting pool with them or having a drinking contest (that I would win of course).

While you have your typical boy meets girl, falls in love, everything turns out good in the end type of story here, Gracen Miller does a fantastic job in Rockin’ the Heart of making it different enough to stand out in the world of indie books but just enough of a dash of that winning HEA combination that we all want. This was a book that, the moment I started it, I wanted to lock myself in my room, wrap myself in a blanket, and immerse myself into the world of rockstars.

Ya’ll know I never give spoilers away so I’m going to end with this. Part of me wants to bleach my brain so I can experience this book again for the first time while the other part of me wants to treasure the memories it has already given me. A resounding 5 stars from a girl that reads almost a book a day. When an author can make something stand out after reading so many other romances, I want to keep them. I think I’ll just go get Gracen and put her in my pocket where I can keep her safe so she can write the stories of the other characters. They need to be told.

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If music nourishes the soul…


Loved by millions, but shunned by blood, Heath “Fang” Fangor has led his band, Hot Wired, to the top while others have fallen by the wayside. He devoted his life to music, and from that devotion harvested a new family—his band mates and fans.

A man can desire nothing else…or can he?

Living in the shadow of her brother’s fame sucks! Sam Collins is desperate to have what she wants—a simple and uncomplicated life. She’s no stranger to scandals and how they work. Now that she’s inadvertently dragged Fang into the center of her latest gossip, could the scandal she created in her quest for freedom have gone too far?

Amid stardom the heart stages a new melody…

Fang has more fame and fortune than he will ever need, but none of that matters if he can’t have the woman of his dreams. Years have been wasted waiting for the right moment to approach the woman his heart desires above all others. There’s just one major problem…she’s his best friend’s sister. To have her, he will have to risk it all.

  One that might be responsible for Rockin the Heart!
Chapter One

Heath was a rock star god. The tight lines fanning outward from his silver eyes classified him as a pissed off rock star god.

“Wanna tell me what you did this time to get the platinum treatment?” He indicated the jail cell, while ramming his fingers through his shaggy, jet-black hair.

Preferring to shrink into the shadows and avoid a confrontation with him, Sam took a deep breath and rose from the bench. She stepped away from the metal seat to draw closer to the bars dividing them.

She’d expected her brother, Jason—Jase—to ride to her rescue. Like always. Her foundation. Predictable. Dependable. Rattled by her sibling’s abandonment, she ogled the skull on Heath’s shirt, mortification overwhelming her.

If Heath was Jase’s replacement, then he’d been serious when he said ‘don’t call me the next time you’re arrested.’ She’d assumed he yelled that in anger. She was surprised he’d bothered to offer aid at all.

Gut hollow at her brother’s desertion, she cleared the ache out of her throat and asked, “Can’t you just bail me out and we’ll forget this ever happened?”

Knowing he wouldn’t go for that suggestion, Sam swallowed hard and shuffled her feet. Disappointing Jase was one thing, but letting Heath down was an entirely different matter. She’d crushed on the man since her tenth birthday when he’d given her a heart-shaped jewelry box. Didn’t matter he’d been too old for her at a mature fourteen. That infatuation hadn’t waned with age either, but only grown stronger. Not that he showed her a stitch of interest. To him, she was nothing more complicated than a kid sister.

His digits curled around one of the bars. The tattoo lettering on his left knuckles fit his current disposition—ired. On the other hand the letters H-O-T-W graced his knuckles. If read together, they spelled out the name of his band: Hot Wired.

“Not this time, Samantha.”

She cringed. The only time he broke out her full name was when he was upset or disappointed with her.

“You been drinking?”

“You know I haven’t.” Just shy of twenty-one, in her world getting liquor wasn’t an issue. Neither was alcohol her preferred drug of choice.


She rolled her eyes, the question too stupid to warrant a response.

“This type of publicity is bad news for the band.” She’d heard that one before. None of her recklessness damaged Hot Wired’s career. Not that she sought to hinder their mega stardom. She wasn’t that selfish, she just struggled with controlling her impulses on occasion.

Therapy failed to help. Yelling spawned further rebellion.

Living under the umbrella of the band’s fame grew tiresome. Her life should be her own, to live however she pleased. Weary of the media hounding her, she craved going back to a time when nobody knew her name. A normal life like when she’d been a kid.

She’d grown up on daydreams of the band making it to the big times. They won the lottery of recording deals, while Sam discovered stardom came at a high price. Along with that knowledge came the freebie of all lessons…fantasies were often better than reality. The last time she’d visited the mall without a trail of vipers eager to report her purchases she’d been fifteen.


Was it too much to ask to have a date the world didn’t scrutinize? Even the loss of her virginity made headline news. That act should’ve come with the expectation of privacy. Thanks to the tabloids, Jase almost burst a blood vessel over that exploitation.

Once she’d picked her nose in public on purpose because a rag-reporter stalked her. Scratched her butt on another occasion. Gave them something to write. Those were the photographs and articles that gave her incentive to laugh.

“The only reason they’re not pressing charges is because of Jase.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” Along with it came the reminder that her brother sent Heath instead of coming himself.

Despite the news-hounds, she got out of a lot of shit thanks to her brother’s identity. This incident would be all over the rags and Internet before morning.

‘Hot Wired’s drummer’s sister is at it again!’ They’d go on to paint her wild and immoral comportment.

Have at it you fucks. Can’t hurt me any more than you already have, but what about the band?

Distance from Hot Wired would aid all of them. She’d get her peace of mind back, and they’d be devoid of the rebel-rouser in their group.

She’d mentioned changing her last name and moving back to their Southern roots in the small Alabama town where she’d been born. Jase had gone bat-shit crazy at the suggestion and went on and on about how their parents would be rolling over in their grave at her abandoning the family name.

The name-change idea had been discarded. Swept under the rug like a dust bunny never to be spoken of again.

Torn between two worlds, Sam was suffocating. Living with someone she couldn’t have in a world where she didn’t belong.

She sank back down onto the bench and lay down on the uncomfortable metal, staring at the ceiling. “Go away, Heath. I’m not in the mood for a lecture.”

A sigh came from him, followed by a long pause. She anticipated he’d argue, but she focused on the water spot marring the tiled ceiling and prepared herself to fight back.

The sound of his retreating boots hitting concrete echoed in the room. His exit surprised her, but relieved her too. Faced with his disappointment, she vowed again she’d terminate her criminal behavior.

She settled the backside of her wrist against her forehead. She made that promise to herself often and botched the good intentions each time.

After a moment, a new set of footsteps approached the cell. Even with her eyes closed she determined the intruder wasn’t Heath. In a room full of guests, she could identify his gait. Heath’s solid steps and long stride made for a unique swagger that bespoke his self-confidence. Celebrated his rocker status. Watching him walk compared to admiring art. Ogling his ass as he strode away…eye-gasms.

This individual’s fast-paced walk reminded her of the peppered rounds of gunfire. She waited for the person to speak. The clink of metal striking metal and locks disengaging snagged her attention. She turned her head. The thirty-something deputy swung the cell-door open. “You’re free to go, Ms. Collins.”

Sam rolled off the bench and grinned at the officer as she sidled past him. She’d bragged as they booked her that they wouldn’t hold her long and the charges wouldn’t stick.

In the lobby, Heath waited for her with his hands shoved in his jeans pocket. His shaggy-butchered hair shadowed his eyes, doing a good job of hiding his expression, but the hard line of his jaw indicated he’d married his irritation. Lectures were sure to come.

Looking at him, no one would guess he rocked the panties off chicks worldwide. With his long-sleeved, pull-over black shirt, sporting a white skull, his snug well-worn jeans and scuffed boots, he appeared as average as any hard American worker.

That’s what I need to warm my cold bed. Average. Not my brother’s best friend and rock star god.

There was nothing average about Heath Fangor—Fang to his band mates and the world. Neither would he seduce her. Not even as a one-time gig. The man and his fucked up principals…or maybe they were her fucked up principals because she couldn’t say for sure if she’d enter into a one-night-stand with him if he begged for one. She wanted more, and a one-nighter would be difficult to live with.

“Thanks for the bail out, Fang.” She breezed past him with all intention of snubbing him, but he caught her arm. He held on tight, giving her a warning glare when she tried to jerk free.

“Don’t be ungrateful, brat.” He towed her toward the elevator.

“Thanks for the autograph, Fang!” She glanced back at the deputy who’d released her from the cell. He waved a piece of paper at them, grinning ear-to-ear.

Heath shoved her into the lift. The moment the doors shut, he slammed his palms down on either side of her head. Sam sucked in a breath, her eyes frozen on his sexy-ass mouth. The bottom lip was slightly puffier than the top, nice and pink, and wet. He’d probably licked them, which explained the sheen. She had naughty fantasies with them as the star of the show navigating her body. The damage she suspected they could accomplish created a slippery situation in her panties.

A slight tilt of his lips before he said, “Eyes on mine.”

She refocused and locked onto his silver gaze. The accusations she saw there struck her like a blow to the gut. Looking away would be easier, but Heath had a way of holding her to a higher level with just a penetrating stare. His expectations were tall, and she despised him for having such grand aspirations for her.

“What’s gotten into you? Base diving—”

“That was fun. You should try it.”

“—bar brawls, knifing chicks in Miami—”

“Hey! I was found innocent of that allegation!”

Elevating his eyebrows, he called her statement a lie without uttering a word.

“—and now you’re adding grand theft auto to your long list of offenses.”

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At some point before 2005, my older brother went to New Orleans and brought me back an Indianapolis Colts necklace from a shop that specialized in unique Mardi Gras beads. This past summer, he took his whole family there and brought me back this….my Peyton Manning team collection is complete.

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Green Punch


The Perfect Approximate Green Punch Recipe for Not-so Wordless Wednesday

Approximately 1/2 Sprite 2 liter bottle
Approximately 1/2 Ginger Ale 2 liter bottle
Approximately 1/2 container lime sherbet

You might tweak to taste. My ideal combination is a little less than 1/2 of the liquids and slightly more than 1/2 of the sherbet.

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