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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

4/5 Review: Stalked by H.C. Brown

The Stripper Ripper is stalking the streets of New York City, preying on male strippers, and the press is making mincemeat of a helpless police force.
In desperation, the police refer the serial killer's case to the Slayers, a team of enhanced, undercover super soldiers. The commander of the Slayers puts his team on the streets to watch over the Ripper's favorite targets.
One of these targets is Micah, a twink stripper and a desirable sub. Micah's baby sitter is one of the newest members of the Slayers, Sorren, as cold-blooded an assassin as they come, and the last person you'd expect to harbor feelings for his charge.
True to form, Sorren is as surprised as anyone at his new infatuation, but Micah is hiding something. Will Micah learn to trust his protector, or is he destined to be the next victim on the Stripper Ripper's list?


Stalked by H.C. Brown is a great book!  Soren is a part of a secret group called the Slayers.  They are nano enhanced soldiers who made sure to disappear from the higher ups so that they can continue to live.  Soren was recused by the other Slayers, he is a soldier who was enhanced with a different kind of nano.  He has programming that shuts down most of his emotions because of the things he was made to do and the things he has seen.  When he is ordered to watch over Micah he begins to feel things.  He is made to keep watch over Micah to protect him from a stalker who is going around killing strippers.  Micah is stressed because he believes that the man he was with was killed by the stalker, but the news he finds out devastates him. He doesn’t know why he feels the way he does for Soren but loves the way he makes him feel.  Micah and Soren have to figure out who is killing the strippers and coming after him, or they will never be able to live in peace, or in as much peace they can have as Slayers.  I can’t wait to read more about the Slayers!

5/5 Review: Running with Scissors by L.A. Witt

Eighteen months ago, drummer Jude Colburn made the biggest mistake of his life when he walked away from his band just as they were on the brink of success. Now, he’s got a second chance. The band’s bassist just quit, and Jude plays bass almost as well as he plays drums. The other band members aren’t thrilled, but they are desperate.
Running with Scissors needs him, but there’s one condition: no hooking up with bandmates. That’s what ruined things eighteen months ago, after all. Jude’s on board, but no one warned him about the drummer who replaced him. A.J. Palmer is shy and unassuming . . . until he hits the stage. He gets Jude’s attention from the first beat, and suddenly that “no hookups” rule isn’t so easy to follow.
Keeping secrets on a tour bus isn’t easy either, and it’s only a matter of time before the band catches on. When everything hits the fan, Jude has to choose: a second chance at the career he’s always regretted leaving, or a shot at the man of his dreams?


Running with Scissors by L.A. Witt is a book that pulled me into the story.  I loved how being on tour was described.  The almost constant demand of recording a record.  Being on a bus almost nonstop with no privacy.  The best though, was the rush of performing at a concert and the adrenaline rush that they all experienced when it was over.  A.J is the new drummer, he has been with the band for a little over a year and he took over as the drummer when Jude left.  Jude was having a relationship with Conner and the constant tension almost shattered the band.  Jude is very impulsive and almost self-destructive.  He left the band right before a big and influential event and almost cost them getting noticed.  After a while of working at a job that made him want to bang his head against the wall and regretting his impulsive tendencies, he gets a call from the band’s manager.  She begs him to help them out as the bassist because Wyatt walked out.  Wyatt and Conner were sleeping together and that caused them to panic.  Can Jude come back and not destroy the band?  He wants to try but everyone of course resents him for leaving them like he did, and A.J is worried about being replaced.  There is so much going on in this story but I loved how the author was able to draw me in and feel all of the emotions.  Jude and A.J become close friends, but they really fight their attraction to each other.  They know that getting together is a bad idea but they can’t help themselves and when they decide to begin seeing each other they start a chain of events that have the possibility of destroying everything that they have worked towards.   I would love to read more about the band and find out what happens with the other members and to see more of Jude and A.J. 

5/5 Review: The Story of Son by J.R. Ward

First released in the anthology Dead After Dark, dive into this hot novella from #1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward. Available for the first time ever as a standalone ebook, get lost in the sinful pleasures of a vampire so obsessed with one woman, he will relinquish her blood, if only he can have her heart...

Held captive by a dark, seductive vampire with an unworldly hunger, the beautiful Claire Stroughton fears her life as a lawyer has irrevocably taken a turn for the worse. But when this deeply sensual-and highly dangerous-vampire convinces Claire that his desire for her is stronger than his lust for blood, she is compelled to give everything up to him, body and soul..


If you are a fan of JR Ward - then you will love this short little novella.  In pure JR Fashion it has some hot steam, surrounded by an emotional story-line.  How, this was managed in a novella was amazing - I think she could have written a full length novel with these characters.

Son - whom our heroine decides to call Michael - is the tortured vampire that has been locked in the basement of his mother's house.  Once a year he is brought a young women to feed from and then her mind is erased.  One of my favorite things about Ms. Ward is that she uses her words to paint a perfect picture - you can close your eyes and see Michael.  

Claire, our heroine is the lawyer who handles Michael's mothers estate and is this years gift to keep Michael from losing control.  The two connect and Claire attempts to save Michael from his horrible existence.  If you are a fan of this author you definitely need to give this quick little read a go.  If you have been living under a rock and haven't discovered her yet - this is a nice quick read to get your nose wet.

5/5 Review: Awakened in Shadows (Shadow Unit book 4) by Tigris Eden

Can someone constantly on the receiving end of betrayal learn to trust again?
Dietrich Omari Johnson trusts no one. Sold into slavery by his own people, he learns early what the sharp edge of betrayal feels like. Working for the Shadow Unit is out of forced necessity. Never one to do something for nothing, he plays both sides of the fence. Every move, every decision, is calculated for his own personal gain. Jorunn McLellan, given into the care of the Unit's meanest team member, tries to make the best of a frightening situation. The dominating Walker hides behind his shades, and harsh comments, yet still manages to heat up her body.Can she put to rest the emotions Dietrich awakens and move on with her life before he steals her soul and shatters her heart? Or is the glimpse he allows her to see enough to fight for what she knows is his only chance for happiness?


I am a huge fan of this author - she is among my top five go to reads!  I have been waiting and waiting for this one!  Dietrich is my favorite Primori.  The book reads well on it's own but hell - you really are hurting yourself not to read all the Shadow Unit books.

We all love to hate Dietrich or as they call him D!  D, takes no crap and dishes out the butt holiness in epic proportions and with style that is all his own.  Then he meets his match in the lovely character of Jorunn.

I adored the way we finally get to learn about Dietrich's life, past and what exactly makes him the worlds biggest Prick.  But, it was so much fun watch him finally fall in love.  Of course,he does it in his own style and I really wanted to slap the crud out of him from time to time.

If you are looking for a wonderful series to curl up with as the weather starts to cool, read the series so you can love to hate D and then love him again. Can't wait for the next book! I highly recommend this book if you love PNR at it's finest.

Release: ONE MORE KISS by Kim Amos

Betty Lindholm doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. The banner advertising the new shipment of satin at her fabric store finally arrived and now the entire town of White Pine is up in arms. How was she supposed to know there'd be a typo? Now the entire town thinks she's proclaiming "Satan is here!" Even the gorgeous pastor with his steel-grey eyes and sexy smile . . .

. . . IS NEVER ENOUGHPastor Randall Sondheim is always on the lookout for excuses to drop by Betty's shop and gaze into her lovely blue eyes. The latest is her crazy sign-could that be a sign of something more? Sweet Betty brings out the best in him but it's the worst in him, his dark secret tragedy, that worries Randall. Can this man of God conquer his own demons to win a match made in heaven?



Kim Amos is a romance writer whose Midwestern roots run deep. You can usually find her hanging out in a state that borders the Great Lakes. She is married to an artisan ice cream maker, which is a dangerous complement to her enduring love for cheese. 


Betty Sondheim studied the fresh-baked apple pie in her shopping cart and wondered what in the world was happening to her. The golden-colored filling looked rich enough to be called buried treasure, the way it was artfully folded under all that flaky crust. And the bottom of the tin was still deliciously warm: No doubt the pie had just been baked that morning by Arleen Raider, who had won White Pine’s most recent Fourth of July dessert contest. Even now, she caught a glimpse of Arleen behind the Lumberjack Grocery’s bakery counter piping frosting onto cakes, her experienced baker’s hands moving with graceful ease.
            This pie was going to be delicious. Arleen’s pies were always delicious.
So why did Betty suddenly want to throw the whole tin across the room and never touch another bite ever again?  
Audrey Callaghan rolled her cart next to Betty’s. “Get everything you needed?” her friend asked. The pair were picking up a few extra items for that evening’s Knots and Bolts recipe exchange. Betty would never bring a store-bought pie to a recipe exchange, but she would bring one home to her husband, Randall Sondheim.
“I just need to grab some cream of tartar, then I’m done,” she said. She eyed the pie warily as she spoke. Sometimes she and Randall had Arleen’s pies with their coffee in the morning, sitting in their sun-soaked kitchen and appreciating the fact that life was too short to always eat dessert last.
She took a breath as her heart thudded, thinking of Randall and how lucky they were to have each other. Arleen’s pies were more than just dessert—they were a symbol of all that was good between them.
Her stomach roiled and she nearly dropped the tin.
So why did she feel like what was good between them suddenly made her sick?
Audrey reached out and grabbed Betty’s elbow. “Are you okay? You look pale.”
Betty set the pie back down. “I’m—I’m fine. I just don’t think I should be buying this right now. We’re trying to watch our waistlines.”
She swallowed, hating the lie but not knowing what else to say. Because deep down was the sudden realization that maybe this wasn’t about pie at all. Maybe this was about something much more exciting. And terrifying.
She forced herself to smile at Audrey, whose lovely brown eyes were watching her carefully.
“You go on and check out,” Betty said. “Let me grab the last of what I need and I’ll meet you up front.” The two women were slated to return to Betty’s when they were done at the store, to prep their food for that evening. Betty was supposed to show Audrey how to make homemade strudel dough, though her brain felt so scrambled at the moment that she wasn’t sure how she could brown toast, never mind tackle anything more complicated. 
“All right,” Audrey said hesitantly. “I’ll be right up front. If you’re not there in five minutes, I’m coming to find you.”
Betty waved her off. “I’m fine. Go get one of those Hollywood magazines you like and read about the latest plastic surgery fiascos until I get there.”
Audrey smiled and headed for the front. Betty pushed her cart away from the bakery section, telling herself she was making a big deal out of nothing. Right? The fact that she didn’t want the pie didn’t mean anything else was going on.
And yet there was a fluttering in her stomach that she couldn’t lock down. She clutched the top of the cart more tightly and steered it through the store, trying to get to the spice and baking aisle as quickly as possible. But her steps slowed when her eyes landed on the aisle with toilet paper and toothpaste and…something else.
She turned her cart and stopped in front of a small row of white boxes.
Pregnancy tests.
She gripped the cart until her knuckles were white. That couldn’t be it, could it?
It would explain the pie, anyway. And why couldn’t it be possible? She and Randall had started trying, after all. It’s just that it had only been…well, barely a few weeks. She’d figured that it would take months, maybe even years, since she was approaching her mid-thirties. But maybe her ovaries were as impatient as the rest of her tended to be.
She glanced around to see if Audrey was anywhere nearby. When the coast was clear, she grabbed one box—then another—and stuffed them into her cart under a bag of spinach.
She steered toward the front of the store, wondering how she was ever going to check out without Audrey seeing the tests. Not that she didn’t want to tell her friend. It’s just that their other friend Willa was pregnant and due in another few weeks, and she wanted Willa to have the spotlight to herself for as long as possible. And who knew if Audrey was trying now too, what with her recent marriage to Kieran Callaghan and the dazed-in-love look she wore most days.
Betty knew spilling news about babies and pregnancy could be complicated. Women had funny reactions to it all sometimes.
She took a steadying breath. Bigger than all that, though, was the fact that she wanted to tell Randall everything first. She wanted to pull her husband close and feel his strong arms around her, and have it be just their secret. For a time anyway.
If she even was pregnant.
It was a huge if. After all, everything she was feeling could be indigestion. Gas. Heartburn from all that spicy chili she made earlier in the week.
Audrey waved as Betty approached the check-out. Audrey’s wedding ring glinted under the bright store lights. Her shopping bags were resting on the floor by her feet. And now, standing next to Audrey, was her sister Casey, who’d just moved to town recently. Snow fell gently outside the windows facing the grocery store parking lot, blanketing the blacktop in white.
“Look who I found!” Audrey said, bumping her sister with her shoulder. “Looks like we’re all here trying to get ready for tonight’s recipe exchange.”
“Hi Casey,” Betty said, trying to sound like it was a regular Thursday afternoon and she didn’t have two pregnancy tests shoved into the bottom of her cart. “You settling into town okay?”
“So far so good,” Casey said, looking like a carbon copy of Audrey—but with more beige in her wardrobe. She shifted the bags in her hands. “The job is great, and I’m unpacking slowly but surely. Audrey here tells me you’re teaching her to make strudel.”
“That’s just it,” Betty said, turning to Audrey, “I’m, ah, not feeling so hot, and I think you’d better just drop me off at home. Sorry about that, Audrey. We can do the strudel next week.”
Audrey nodded sympathetically. “It’s absolutely fine. Let’s get you into bed. You looked like you were going to pass out back there in the bakery.”
“Maybe you could pull the car around?” Betty asked, eyeing her items again. She didn’t want to put them on the conveyor belt in front of her friend. “I’d appreciate it.”
“Of course,” Audrey said. “I’m all checked out. It’s no problem.”
Audrey gave her sister a quick hug. “See you later, Casey.”
Casey opened her mouth to answer, then closed it sharply. Her golden-brown eyes widened and she swallowed visibly. Betty and Audrey followed her gaze to a nearby end-cap of cereal where a tall, broad-shouldered man was checking out nutrition labels. He picked up a box and frowned at the small print, the cardboard seeming small and flimsy in his massive hands.
Betty realized it was Abe Cameron, their local fire lieutenant.
As if he knew he was being watched, Abe turned around and spotted the cluster of ladies. He nodded and smiled at them, teeth flashing bright white. His gaze lingered for a few long moments. Was it Betty’s imagination, or were his eyes locked onto Casey’s?
Next to her, Casey stiffened. Nervous energy was radiating off her. There was a crackle in the air Betty couldn’t hear—but she could sure feel it. After a long moment, Abe broke the stare and turned away. But Casey’s eyes kept tracking on Abe, even as he pushed his cart away, down toward the frozen food section. And no wonder. His ass was gloriously tight and high as he walked along.
“Some view,” Betty said. “I bet you could bounce a quarter off those cheeks.”
Audrey chuckled. “Casey looks like she could watch him leave all day.”
Casey blushed so red, Betty swore she could feel heat radiating off the poor girl’s face.
“Next,” the cashier said, jolting them all out of their fireman reverie.
“I’ll get the car,” Audrey said, grabbing her bags and fumbling for her keys.
“I’ll join you,” Casey said, tearing her eyes away from the retreating form of Abe. “I’m all set here, too.”
Betty let out a small breath, watching them go. She unloaded her cart quickly, shoving the pregnancy tests on the belt between some clementines and oatmeal, her foot tapping out a steady rhythm on the floor. Now that the idea of being pregnant was in her head, all she wanted to do was to find out for sure—one way or another. Gray areas never sat well with her. Finally, she paid the cashier, then bundled everything into her canvas shopping bag.

Outside, Audrey pulled up to the front doors, and Betty dashed through the falling snow to meet her. She pulled the car door shut against the cold and kept her shopping bag clutched on her lap. Drive fast, she begged Audrey silently as her friend pulled away from the Lumberjack Grocery and toward home.

Release: Dominick Trilogy by Laurie McBain + GIVEAWAY!!!

Titles: Dark Before the Rising Sun and Chance the Winds of Fortune
Author: Laurie McBain
Series: Dominick Trilogy books #2 and #3
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Imprint: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Chance the Winds of Fortune

Lady Rhea Claire, kidnapped and shipped to the Colonies as an indentured servant, manages with wits and courage to escape...straight into the arms of a ruthless English pirate.

For all his worldly ways, Dante Leighton, Marquis of Jacqobi and captain of the Sea Dragon, never expected to discover his redemption
and his greatest treasure within the amethyst eyes of a beautiful English refugee.

Dark Before the Rising Sun Summary

Newly-wed, Lady Rhea Claire and Dante Leighton must return to England, where their reception is anything but warm.

Now armed with wealth and power, Dante is a target for the murderous smugglers who despoiled his family home, while Rhea’s father, the powerful Duke of Camareigh, vehemently rejects their marriage. 

The two lovers thought themselves invincible together. But in the riveting conclusion of McBain’s epic trilogy, Dante’s determination to reclaim his family seat and Rhea’s desperation to win over her father threaten to cause an insurmountable rift that could break them apart forever.

Author Bio

 Laurie McBain became a publishing phenomenon at age twenty-six with her first historical romance. She is a winner of the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Historical Romance Author. All of her romances were bestsellers, selling over 11 million copies. Laurie’s books have been out of print for over 5 years.

Chance the Winds of Fortune Excerpt

Rhea blinked in disbelief. “What an insufferable man you are. And whether you are, as you would have me believe, a marquis, or whether you are a tinker, I would still find you the rudest, most vulgar individual I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.”

“I am impressed by this splendid show of ladylike disdain, feigned though it be, but well done nonetheless. But the light of truth has revealed you in my cabin. Now, how do you explain yourself out of that?”

Dante glanced down at the map, which was lying at his feet. “Since the map is still here, I must deduce that was not your intended object in stealing on board the Sea Dragon. Rather, you wanted to make my acquaintance. Perhaps you imagined that a marquis makes love differently from other men you have known. I assure you, except for my own personal preferences, I am no different from any other man.”

Dante eyed the girl up and down, noting with distaste her limp hair and dirty clothes, and guessed she was eighteen or older. Probably older to have so arrogant a demeanor and the derring-do to beard the lion in his den. But one thing was for certain, she was old enough to be held accountable for her misdeeds. She needed to be taught a sobering lesson, one that she would not soon forget, Dante decided, for he was in no mood tonight to show leniency to anyone. Besides, odds were, if she’d had a pistol tucked away somewhere, he would be lying dead at her dainty, secondhand shoes right now.

“So, you wish to get to know me better,” Dante commented. “You have been rather inept at engaging anything more than my displeasure thus far. If your scheme is to succeed, then you will have to make a few concessions to me. You should have taken more care to learn my likes and dislikes. I am a very particular fellow about whom I let into my bed. And right now, you haven’t a ghost of a chance to fulfill that wish of yours.” Dante was pleased to see an expression of concern passing across her grimy face.

“However, that can be remedied quite easily,” he continued. “I’ve never been one to stand in the way of another’s ambition, as long as it does not interfere with mine.” He sounded almost friendly, but Rhea was not deceived, for his painful grip on her wrists had not lessened.

“Either you are hard of hearing or extremely obtuse,” Rhea declared furiously. “I despise the very sight of you and would find the burning fires of hell preferable to sharing a bed with you. I do not care if you have an arm’s length of titles to your wretched name, whatever that might be. All I desire is to get off this ship, and away from you.”

“Ah, come now, no more protestations against sharing my bed, for we both know how hollow they are,” Dante responded easily. His smile was forced, though, for this insolent chit had a way with words that cut deeply into a man’s self-esteem, and his had already been inflicted with a few jabs of late.

Dante’s gaze clashed with the violet eyes that were glowing with hatred of him, and he resented the fact that such beauty should belong to a dirty little street urchin, who would spit in his face if she thought she could get away with it unscathed. Her contempt for him was visible in every quivering ounce of her, and yet she was the one who had set out to entrap and deceive him. He was the one with the grievances, although to look at her one would think she had been the victim of foul play.

Dante allowed his eyes to linger on the contours of her face for a moment longer, a moment which seemed endless to Rhea. Then he smiled, and it was a strangely beautiful smile in spite of its coldness. Abruptly, he released her wrists, picked up the map, and walked away from her.

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