Saturday, November 30, 2013

Defying Fate #Review @1lola_james

Love… Death… Fate! 

Megan opened her heart and defied her fate for love. Alex wanted nothing more than to be with Megan, no matter the cost. After a vision meticulously unravels her existence it leaves Megan wondering is their love worth death? 

To escape her demise, Megan enlists the help of Emilian, her vampire protector. However, the world around her slips away as his presence melts her, a gaze ignites her, and when he touches her every sensual fantasy plays in her mind. The problem is she has a job to do and she can’t afford to lose focus but he’s the only one that can keep the looming threats away. 

What’s a girl to do? Death is not an option but it may be the only one she has… Continue the fated journey in Defying Fate. 

*This novel contains adult content and is recommended for mature readers.*


Defying Fate draws you in from the beginning, unlike the first book in the series, which I had trouble getting into. In the second book in the series, Megan finds out that love and fate are much more complicated than she ever would have believed. With her sister "gone", Megan must find a way to protect her nephew from a dangerous vampire and someone she thought she loved.

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Thursday, November 28, 2013

Seducing Anne #Review @ChanseLowell

Symptoms of time travel are never fun—ask Guy Moore. He just returned, and now he's being thrown back in time. His assignment? To impregnate Anne Boleyn. As an agent of SHROAG, he's completed more assignments than any other agent, and is ready to retire. Too bad Elizabeth I needs to be born to preserve history, and his DNA is the only one to do it. How will Guy seduce Anne, the woman who kept Henry VIII at arm's length for over seven years? And how will he keep from falling for her in his efforts?

CONTENT WARNING — This story contains scenes of an explicit, erotic nature and is intended for adults, 18+. Story includes bondage, dirty talk with crude language, dubious consent, and graphic consensual sex. There is also a graphic birthing scene that some might find offensive. Characters portrayed are 18 or older.

“I will be there tonight—for you. Not for him. And I will touch you. If you do not want me to do that, then I will not be there.”
She sucked in some air, and her gaze went up to the ceiling.
“Lavender lady—do you want me there? Do you want me to touch you in front of the king and everyone else?”
She remained mute and stoic.
“When you make a decision, find me. I will await your answer.” He dropped his grip, releasing her chin.
“Yes, sir.”
“What was that? Are you saying I can touch you at dinner?”
“Yes, sir,” she repeated.
His groin tightened. She really was sweet and very beautiful, and her submissiveness came to her naturally when she wasn’t struggling to fit herself into a man’s world.
“I will protect you. I will be there for you, and Henry will not touch you while I am around. If I am to play with you, then you are mine. No one else’s. I do not share, Mistress Anne. So, when you are ready to take him as your lover, then you release me, and I will be gone from your life.”
She made a quiet whimpering noise, and her eyes twisted as if in pain.
“Look at me—eyes on mine,” he said.
Her gaze roamed to his.
“As your lord and sir, you will always wear your hair down like this when you are around me. I want it soft, straight and virginal—pure like you. I want you always smelling of lavender and finding some way to please me each day, even if it is something small.”
She sagged for a moment. Were her knees buckling on her?
He gripped her by the upper arms. “Follow these guidelines, and I am at your disposal. Any time you need me, you ask, and I will be there.”
Her lips drifted into a small, but sweet, smile. “Thank you, sir.”
“You are a naturally kind woman. Court life has hardened you—and I intend to undo that.”
Her face fell.
His hands on her arms loosened.
“That would be the death of me. We all have parts to play at court,” she said, her voice soft.
“And you have yours—serve and please me, and you will have everything you have ever desired. That I vow.”

I've never been one for the history of the world but this is sooo not that. You think one thing is going to happen and it takes you down a different path all together. Past, Present, and Future all in one amazing book that will set you on fire from the first page to the last and leave you begging for more. Seducing Anne is defiantly at the top of list of " to be read".

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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

When the Dead Whisper #Review

Haunted by her past 
Wanted by the dead 
Tracking a killer 

Follow Mia Rushton on her journey to find answers. 

Tattoo artist, Mia Rushton, has never proclaimed herself as normal. She likes being different, even her cat is weird. But when random haunting memories from her childhood won’t go away, she decides it’s time to find out the real reason behind them. 

As she takes her life into a new direction, Mia soon discovers she has new found feelings for a guy she’s been deliberately pushing away for six months. A guy who is now covered in tattoos thanks to her. Ryan Mosier, is persistent, confident, and turns out to be exactly what she didn’t think she needed. 

When things start to slowly unravel around her, she knows she has no choice but to follow the path life has dealt, even if it means following the dead who give her clues to a string of murders that have been happening around the city of Danvers. Will she piece the disturbing puzzle together and find out who the killer is before it's too late or will the killer find her first? 

**Due to sexual content and language, this novel is intended for audiences ages 18+**

I really loved this book. It had many twists and turns like a good book should have. It has a great story line and the charactors blend well with each other. You just never know who is around the corner in your life so its nice to see the surprises. If you want a really good read well then this is the book for you. Dont take my word for it read it for yourself. Happy reading!!!

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

The Forest Bull Blog Tour @TerryMaggert

Title: The Forest Bull
Author: Terry Maggert
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Thriller
Release: August 2013

Three lovers who stalk and kill the immortals that drift through South Florida (tourists are a moveable feast, after all) are living a simple life of leisure- until one of them is nearly killed by woman who is a new kind of lethal.

When Ring Hardigan isn’t making sandwiches for, and with, his two partners, Waleska and Risa (they’re cool like that), he’s got a busy schedule doing the dirty work of sending immortals to the ever after. Wally and Risa provide linguistics, logistics, and finding the right place for him and his knife- together, they’re a well-oiled machine, and they’ve settled into a rhythm that bodes ill for the Undying. Warlocks, vampires, succubae and the odd ghoul have all fallen to their teamwork. Life is tough, but they soldier on killing the undead, liberating their worldly goods for charity, and generally achieving very little.

-Until Ring wakes up after nearly dying at the hands of a woman who may or may not be the daughter of Satan. Ring’s a tough character, for a boat bum (killing immortals sort of rubs off on you that way), but twelve days of comatose healing are enough to bring out the ugly side of his temper. When a letter arrives asking for their help finding a large collection of stolen heirloom jewelry, they form an uneasy friendship with the last Baron of a family hiding in a primal European forest.

Cazimir, the Baron, has two skills: Jeweler and preserver of the last herd of forest bulls. It’s an odd occupation, but then, Ring, Risa and Wally aren’t your everyday career folks, and Cazimir’s lodge might be sitting on something that looks a lot like hell, which, according to a 2400 year old succubus hooker named Delphine, is currently on the market to the strongest immortal. The Baron’s impassioned plea to find the jewelry comes with some conditions- he doesn’t want the collection back as much as he does the thief, Elizabeth, who happens to be his daughter- and the woman who nearly sent Ring to his grave.

In a tapestry of lies, it’s up to Ring, Wally and Risa to find out what is evil, who is human, and exactly who really wants to reign over hell.

If you like a book with twist, turns and some sex on the side this is the book for you. It will keep you mind moving in all directions. Between the who done and the who is doing who its a none stop joy ride of ups and downs. The more you read the farther in you are pulled to the dark side.

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Poseurs. I should be in surgery; not standing here smiling like a simpleton among these people, thought Arnaud, although he was far too meek to say so out loud. His dumpy shape and thinning hair made him stand out in the midst of the beautiful, wealthy crowd around him. At the nexus of the room stood an auctioneer, his hair as slick as his delivery, droning in a playful British intonation under the enormous white tent. Thin, tanned arms glittering with gold rose to bid on more jewels all in the name of charity. It was a farce and Arnaud would not have attended were it not for the fact that these people funded his work at the hospital in West Palm Beach. His penance for offering his surgical skills to fix the broken bodies of women and children marred by abuse was to stand here, pretending as if he could afford the jewelry being offered. It was a display that was anathema to his personal morality, but he endured it in quiet misery.

He took a polite sip from his champagne flute and tried to focus on the object being held up by an auctioneer. The screen behind the podium displayed a ring of unusual beauty, setting the tent abuzz.

“Magnifique’” Said a soft voice at his ear. He turned, smiling to hear his mother tongue. He smiled wider when he saw the speaker.

She was young, perhaps in her late teens, willowy and Gallic in every way. Her close cut hair and eyes were black, her skin pale, and her countenance silky, a touch disdainful. Her eyes were even with his but he felt small next to her grace. Arnaud was instantly enchanted.

She pointed with her chin at the auctioneer. “Bid for me, please? I will pay as high as twenty thousand American dollars. I am a bit shy for this room” she concluded, with a glance from under her lashes. His arm rose, unbidden, to enter the fray of the auction. When her breath caught at his clear tone as he shouted above the others, he made his decision.

The girl will have the ring no matter what price, he thought, and maybe this time, I will get the girl.

“Look at the light in it. Like falling stars. So perfect.” Sandrine rested her hand on Arnaud’s thigh, his pulse racing higher with each miniscule motion. They sat shoulder to shoulder in the sand, the sun long since set. The crowd had dispersed in their fleet of cars, their collective social duty complete and their egos sufficiently caressed by the charity staff that had grown tired of pandering. It was quiet save the waves. She laid her arm over his shoulder and leaned to him, her lips curled in a smile. Arnaud sighed in pure submission. This is real. Not like emailing the prostitute from the advertisement and answering her questions, exposing my loneliness to a whore who would not even send me her picture until she could investigate me. I will never feel that shame again.

“How many surgeries will your hands do this year” she asked, close enough to kiss him. “They are so beautiful. Like an artist’s.”

“I hope to…well, I shall, as many as I can afford, we can afford, rather, so, three hundred, but more if I can. There are always so many, from so far away. There is so much violence, and I only have so much time” his voice fluttered away into her mouth, which met his softly.

She pulled back, the kiss still hot on his face. Her arm wrapped around his neck, hugging him with a possession he had yearned for. Her grip began to tighten. How can she be so strong? He mused, as spots flooded his vision, floating red starbursts of pain. Sparks. Shadows. A red curtain, descending.

“You are quite right. Our time here is rarely as long as we wish.” Laying his inert form on the soft sand, she began to drag him, his body leaving a furrow in the shells.

Arnaud awoke to the first steely gray hints of dawn. I am nude. And I am buried? In sand? He was still at the beach, but under a copse of trees. Above him waved palmetto fronds, a sea grape, and an oak. He felt air on his stomach and his face was clear, but he was held tight by the sand. Wriggling, he strained and groaned at the pain in his neck. A deep bruise from being choked. It was a miracle his hyoid bone had not broken. He sensed she was near, and then she spoke. He felt his first genuine whisper of terror, like a spigot being turned on slowly.

“I did not intend to kill you, of course. That would be wasteful, not to mention rude. I do love the ring so, and my mother taught me that I should reward the men who are kind to me” Sandrine said as she appeared above him, unbuttoning her blouse. She was very thin. Her skirt and shoes were gone. She straddled him, nude, her hands braced on either side of his head. Her pelvic bones pressed into his abdomen like spikes. Naked, he realized how angular her frame truly was. Sweat beaded her brow and lip. She was straining, but at what Arnaud could not guess. She gave him a cursory smile as she leaned to kiss him.

“I would like to give you a gift in return. It is only proper, since you would be most generous to my children. In fact, they could thank you for every meal” she murmured, raising her torso high above his exposed midsection. A clicking noise emanated from where her sex should have been, as a bone white appendage extended from her dark junction. It glistened malevolently in the growing light. She pressed in to kiss him, a fleshy dart under her tongue flicking forth and piercing his soft palate. Bitter venom flooded his mouth as he began to numb instantly. Arnaud felt himself deaden as the lassitude from her poison worked through his body.

I cannot move. Dear God I can feel but I cannot move. She is like a parasitic wasp. I am her children’s food. The scientist in him was dispassionate, even removed from her real nature, but observant of how she would bring death. The man in him screamed wordlessly in a helpless, piteous roar.

He felt the shock of her ovipositor puncturing his navel, but no pain. It pulsed once, and again, and then a last time, the sterile eggs spearing into his thoracic cavern to be enclosed in warmth, safety, and blood. They would yield no live births, but certain death for Arnaud. She withdrew from him, spent, her skin flushed with the effort of insertion. Arnaud could not even scream as she stood, brushing sand from her legs and hands as she reached for her clothes, hanging on a low oak limb. The sun began to warm his face and he became aware of an itching from within as his body went to war against the hostile invaders who would survive only long enough to kill, the egg cases rotting within him as he decayed under the sands of a picturesque beach.

Her heels now on, Sandrine kicked sand over Arnaud’s stomach and face, thinking to keep him hidden until he had been consumed.

As I was taught. A good mother leaves nothing to chance.

Born in 1968, I discovered fishing shortly after walking, a boon considering I lived in South Florida. After a brief move to Kentucky, my family trekked back to South Florida, and it was at this time that I made the first of my Big Career Changes, breaking from my daily fishing habit to play the saxophone in middle school. I took this leap of faith under advisement from my Consigliore/ Grandfather, who assured me that this was the way to impress girls.

In a rare occurrence, he was wrong. This isn’t surprising considering he had been a Big Band leader in the 1930s, which, I have since learned, was a certainty for impressing girls. Middle School saxophone played by a cherubic pre-teen? Not so much.

I had the good fortune to attend high school in idyllic Upstate New York, where I learned the meaning of winter-- and how to seize the whole of summer.

After two or three failed attempts at college, I bought a pub. That was fun, because I love beer. However, I eventually met someone smarter than me (a common event), but in this case, she married me and convinced me to go back to school - which I did, with great enthusiasm. I earned a Master’s Degree in History and rediscovered my love for writing. I had written for most of my life, but it was only fatherhood and a herd of dogs/cats/etc. that gave me the time management skills necessary to finish a novel, and actually see several more in my future.

I live near Nashville, Tennessee with the aforementioned wife, son, and herd, and when I’m not writing, I teach history, grow wildly enthusiastic tomato plants, and restore my 1967 Mustang.

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Monday, November 25, 2013

Interconnected Hearts Cover Reveal @Author_BethanyD

 Interconnected Hearts expected release date - December 15th.
You met and fell in love with Krista and Scott as their love grew along side the rekindled love of their best friends, Liam and Katy, and now you get to watch their love bloom.

Krista Quinn-Adams is a tough chick, and the center of her husband's, movie star Scott Adams, world. In the short time they have been together they have already had to deal with a crazy actress that tried to take out their friend Katy and almost took down Krista while she was at it, and the paparazzi following them around every corner, and now they are adjusting to the real world. Krista has an everyday job as a counselor at a high end high school in Los Angeles doing what she does best, and Scott is busy filming his newest movie with a young up and coming actress, Zoie Reese.

A phone call from the head of Excite Entertainment, Mitchell Fallon, makes their jobs collide. Krista brings her expertise to the table trying to help the young actress who has been labeled trouble both by the media and Excite, out of the dark place she's in and out on the better end of the Hollywood mad house. But is Zoie Reese a little more than Krista can handle?

Get all caught up with Krista and Scott and follow them through their first red carpet together, the highs and lows of Hollywood, and the continued fight against the L.A stereotype to keep their hearts forever, interconnected.

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Four years ago, Kate Parker was Katy Warren. Wife to Hollywood's newest star, Liam Warren, she thought her marriage would stay the same when she and her new husband moved to L.A., but she was wrong.

One night after a particularly crazy party, she threatened to leave if Liam could no longer be the man she married. Unfortunately, he didn't believe her until she was gone. Katy left Liam and Hollywood
behind, disappearing without a trace, but couldn't bring herself to ever officially end their marriage.

Now, Katy is just Kate. She's living in college dorms with her best friend Krista, working towards a psychology degree. As far as she's concerned, Liam is out of sight and out of mind. 

That is, until he shows up on campus while he's in town filming his latest movie.

Sparks fly, both good and bad, and Katy has to decide if she can handle Liam and his world again... and more importantly, if she can trust him with her heart again.

Another fast-paced love story from author Bethany Daniel! This is the retelling of Reconnected from Liam's POV. Four years ago, Liam Warren was on top of the world. He was a newlywed, he was discovered by Excite Entertainment, and he finally got to leave the small Nevada town where he grew up with his wife, Katy. But when they moved to L.A., Liam got too caught up in the Hollywood life. Parties, drinking, and girls clouded his mind. His marriage was no longer his priority, and he pushed Katy away.

One night, Katy came home to find their mansion filled with half-clothed women and Hollywood's partying elite. She told Liam she would leave if things didn't get better, but he was so wrapped up in his new life that he didn't believe her... at least, not until she was gone, and all he had left of her was a note that tore him apart.

But, although she disappeared, Katy never officially divorced him. And when a movie brings him to Georgia, a tour of a local college campus unexpectedly brings him face to face with his wife again.

Four years apart has changed a lot of things for the both of them, but when it comes down to it, their connection is still there. Liam sets out to show Katy that their love is worth fighting for, hoping he can regain her trust and prove to her that he has no intention of ever letting her go again.

Disconnected can be read as a stand-alone, but reading both Connected novels offers fans a deeper understanding of the characters in the series.

Bethany Daniel lives in Texas with her husband and 2 boys. She enjoys reading, photography and of course, writing. When she's not doing that she spends a lot of time chasing her 3 and 4 year old!