Blog Tour and My Review: Happily Ever Ninja by Penny Reid

Blog Tour and My Review:  Happily Ever Ninja by Penny ReidHappily Ever Ninja by Penny Reid
Series: Knitting in the City #5
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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There are three things you need to know about Fiona Archer… I would tell you what they are, but then I’d have to kill you.

But I can tell you that Fiona’s husband—the always irrepressible and often cantankerous Greg Archer—is desperately in love with his wife. He aches for her when they are apart, and is insatiable when they are together. Yet as the years pass, Greg has begun to suspect that Fiona is a ninja. A ninja mom. A ninja wife. A ninja friend. After fourteen years of marriage, Greg is trying not to panic. Because Fiona’s talent for blending in is starting to resemble fading away.

However, when unexpected events mean Fiona must take center stage to keep her family safe, her response stuns everyone—Greg most of all. It seems like Greg’s wish has come true.

Except… not.

When all is said and done, can Greg handle this new version of his wife? Will his irrepressible cantankerousness push her away? Or can the couple find a way forward without either being forced to step back into the shadows?

I received this book for free from Author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

My Review

“…there’s a man unicorn out there, right now, who cannot wait to dine on your lady closet and give you the horn in his pants.”

Happily Ever Ninja is book five in the Knitting in the City Series by Author Penny Reid. It is a contemporary romance novel.

“…it’s the want in you I miss the most. The need you have of me. Because it echoes the insatiable and feral nature of my need for you.”

Told in dual points of view over time, Happily Ever Ninja was a story of reconnection and resolve. I think that many marriages go through moments of strain, as they try and juggle work, children, family, friends, and keeping up with their partner. Fiona. Poor thing. She was stressed to the max. I felt her frustration on dealing with a life that hadn’t quite turned out the way she expected it. Greg was part of that reason. But, he was absolutely bright with humor and snark. He had his own disappointments to contend with. It was fascinating to watch them as they were both forced to own up to these obstacles and confront them in the middle of a storyline that already created an atmosphere of danger. But, in the midst of all of that, I found two people who were wildly and passionately in love, and would fight to keep this love alive. Author Penny Reid put a wonderful spin on a common life occurrence, placed butterflies in my stomach, and love bugs in my heart; no fire ants needed.

“I love you wildly, madly, completely, Fiona Archer. I love you always.”


I sensed Greg stiffen further and straighten. He turned from me to face our neighbor. “Who the hell are you?”

Matty’s eyes were wide, clearly confused, and more than a little concerned when they met mine briefly, then flickered back to my husband’s. “Uh, I’m Matt.”

“Mat? As in, a small rectangular piece of carpet made for the express purpose of cleaning dirt from one’s shoes?”

Greg’s impolite words and clipped tone pulled me from my stupor and I smacked his shoulder. “Greg!” I pulled my towel tighter and walked around my rude husband to stand in between the two men.

“Oh, you’re Greg,” Matty said, sounding less confused, but more wary.

“Yeah. I’m Greg,” he growled, making no attempt to disguise his hostility; but then, he never did.

“Greg, this is Matthew Simmons. He is our next door neighbor.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” I ground out, “that is so.”

Matty, holding a kitchen towel, gave his palms another wipe before reaching out his hand to Greg. “Nice to meet you . . . ?”

Greg made no movement to accept the handshake, instead opting to narrow his eyes threateningly. “Why don’t you have a shirt on, Matt?”

Matty’s eyes widened and he dropped his hand as he glanced at his bare chest. “I, uh-I was just—”

“He was replacing the garbage disposal,” I supplied, irritated with Greg’s bad-mannered behavior. Furthermore, I was irritated that I was irritated, because my husband was home. He was home! He was here and I’d missed him and, instead of taking advantage of his presence, I was standing in my towel in the living room being irritated.

“My garbage disposal?” Greg’s frown was severe as his gaze moved to me, ripe with accusation. “You let him replace my garbage disposal?”

Your garbage disposal? What are you talking about?”

“I just installed that disposal.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s been three years. And Grace ruined it in January.”

“How did she do that?”

“She put Jack’s rock collection in the sink and turned it on as revenge for him hiding her Barbie dolls.”

Greg blinked and he appeared to be digesting this information with some difficulty. At last he said, “Grace has Barbie dolls? When did she get Barbie dolls?”

Sigh . . .

I glanced at the ceiling and shook my head, then turned to poor Professor Matthew Simmons. “Thank you for your help, Matt. I really appreciate it.”

Matty’s eyes moved between us, then finally settled on me. “No problem. I’ll just get my tools and . . . other stuff.” He tossed his thumb over his shoulder, lingered awkwardly in the doorway for two seconds, then disappeared back into the kitchen.

I slid my eyes to Greg and found my husband still staring at the spot where Matty had been standing, an angry frown creasing his tired features.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked in a tight whisper, gripping the towel at my chest.

“What is wrong with me?”

“Yes. What was that?” I motioned to the kitchen, to Matt, keeping my voice low.

My husband’s eyes flashed and he spoke through gritted teeth, “A man, who happens to live next door to my family, takes off his clothes in my home while my beautiful wife is walking around in nothing but a towel . . .” Greg’s typically dry delivery was intoned with an extra helping of scathing sarcasm as he added, “Yeah. Seems legit.”

It took me a few seconds to recover from his insinuation, but when I did I forgot to lower my voice. “I used to babysit him, Greg! I changed his diapers.”

“Babysit him? What?” He looked truly perplexed, like I’d revealed Matt was responsible for all the Star Wars prequels, but then his eyes narrowed again as though he’d just realized something important. “Wait, so you’ve seen his penis?”

I gasped, then inadvertently laughed my frustration. “Really? That’s the take-home message? That I’ve seen his penis? If it makes you feel any better, it was about this long.” I held my thumb and forefinger apart to indicate an inch.

At the same moment Matt reappeared in the living room—shirt on—and unwisely said, “Hey! I was only two years old. It’s at least fifteen times larger now.”

“Fifteen times? Prone to exaggeration, aren’t you?” Greg drawled, giving Matt a look of plain disbelief.

“Not longer, larger.” Matt shrugged innocently, like he was clarifying the size of his sofa and not his man parts. “I was referring to volume, not necessarily length—though it is—”


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4 Stars

About Penny Reid

SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.

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