Once upon a time, there was the wandering soul of Morgann, an 8th century Irish calligrapher-monk longing to be reunited with his soul mate. Deirdre was his forbidden love, a witch with whom he wrote a coveted book.
Under her spell, the souls of the star-crossed lovers travel from bodies to bodies until they find each other. Eventually.
That became his quest: unearth her new body and trigger her memory, for she is clueless about whom she once was. Unfortunately their story didn’t get a chance to become a fairy tale yet it still turned out as a famous urban legend referred as The Black Angel Book.
Twice upon a time, not so long ago, there was me, rational and devastated Rose. I needed to get a grip, said my French mum after my year of numbness due to a painful break-up that led me to cut my wrist daily, to feel something, anything.
So she sent me off to the free-spirited village of Provincetown, Massachusetts, to spend the summer with my American relatives. And just like that, I wasn’t myself any longer. Because someone pulled me out of the darkness and bewitched me, somehow.
I couldn’t wait to jump his bones… but why was he holding back?
He couldn’t wait to welcome me into his world… but was I ready to question my convictions and acknowledge that my self-inflicted cuts were now healing in record time?
How could I have imagined he was longing for his own unorthodox fairytale to come true? Frantically.
In the 8th century, an Irish monk/calligrapher named Morgann did the forbidden act of falling in love and going against his pledge of celibacy. But he didn’t just fall in love with any one. He fell in love with a witch. Deirdre, the witch in question, fell in love with Morgann too, and together they worked on a book of spells that was coveted by the very people who tried to kill them. But before their demise, Deirdre placed a curse on them that would allow their souls to travel across time, occupying different bodies in order to meet each other again one day. True soul mates. Now in the present time, Virgil, the host body for Morgann’s soul, remembers his past life and is in desperate need to find his soul mate so they can finish the book which their past selves couldn’t. But he is aware that the host for Deirdre may not remember her past with him, so he has to find her and push her into remembering or their love may be lost forever.
Rose, a Parisian college graduate comes to Provincetown, Massachusetts to visit her American family and to also get away from a very bad breakup. She had been depressed for a year, practically a zombie, and only found some sort of rush for life when she cut her wrist. Although vacationing with her favorite cousins and aunt seemed like fun, she was afraid that nothing would get her out of her funk. That is until she decided to take a calligraphy class and meet the very tall and awkwardly handsome Virgil. After spending time with him, a fire is ignited inside of her that she has never felt before, and her whole body desires him. She has no explanation for why she wants him so bad, but when Virgil feels the same way about her, he realizes that she must be his soul mate, the host body of Deirdre. Not wanting to rush things, Virgil decides to take things slow and gradually get to know Rose instead of forcing them together because of Morgann and Deirdre. But can he find the courage to tell Rose the truth about them? And if he does, will Rose stick around and believe him about why they are attracted to each other, or will she find the whole thing nuts?
Twice Upon A Time is a true roller coaster ride. Some parts exciting, some parts uncomfortable, but altogether a rush to read. I will say that it took me a while to get into the main plot of the story, because the first half or so is about Rose in Provincetown and then about Rose and Virgil meeting and getting to know each other. I’m not saying that it was necessarily a bad thing, but it kind of frustrated me to know that the real nitty-gritty stuff happened more than midway through. It made me wonder what took so long to get there. Maybe that’s just me since I’m the type of person who likes to know what’s going on before the halfway mark (well except if I’m reading a mystery/suspense/horror), especially in a book about soul mates that triggers romance. I don’t like waiting long before I know that the characters are going to be together. And I don’t like waiting long to find out that my characters are different than they appear (once again except in mystery/horror/suspense). I shouldn’t have to read more than half the book to find out that a character I once thought shy and awkward is actually a killer with a cause…in a plot I would consider a romance! Even though it was a nice and exciting twist that added more depth to the plot, it was a mind blow because there were no innuendos that led up to that crazy character development, and it was kind of just thrown at me. It made me sit up and read it over again, hoping I didn’t read the words wrong. But none of that turned me away from the book. There were a lot of surprises within the plot and between the characters that kept me on edge and made reading enjoyable. I give Twice Upon A Time 4 fangs! I recommend it to the romantics out there who believe in the power of love, reincarnation, and the existence of soul mates.
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Lost Treasures of the Heart
by Charlie Most & Charlene Keel
GENRE: Blended Genre (Contemporary, Historical, Paranormal)
Architect Jonathan West is on a big project when he learns his wife has been unfaithful. On a fishing trip in North Carolina’s Outer Banks, he’s wondering what to do about his marriage when he sees a ghost ship. On it is a spectral woman, gazing at him with a plea in her eyes.
Jonathan buys a house on the beach near the sighting and finds an old sea chest washed up there. Its contents, including a miniature portrait, reveal that it belonged to Kate Russell, captain of the Royal Thomas, which sank in 1721.
It’s the same woman Jonathan saw on the ghost ship, and her journal describes in her own words a life of piracy and sweeping romance. As past and present collide, he starts seeing her everywhere, waking and sleeping. With a haunting desperation, he senses she wants something from him. If he can figure it out and find a way to help her, he believes her spirit will finally rest.
Stepping Into the Past
Stepping out on the deck he felt instantly refreshed. There was a breeze coming off the ocean and it was the perfect time for a walk on the beach. Wisdom pervaded at the last minute and he took a flashlight. He had no idea how long he walked but he was vaguely aware of laughing softly to himself, delighted that he’d been victorious in opening the chest. Then he had to blink away tears as he recalled parts of Kate’s story. Why had she delivered it into his hands?
And what did she want from him?
He knew she wanted something—that’s why she had come to him. If he could figure it out, maybe he could help her. Then maybe her spirit could to rest.
At last, he returned to the beach house and to his work table, where he leafed through the ship’s log once more, reading bits and pieces of it until his eyes grew heavy. Taking the sea chest with him, he set it gently on the bureau in his bedroom, as if he could not bear to be parted from it. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep but he stretched out on the bed, on top of the spread, and closed his eyes, trying to envision what life was like for Kate on these barrier strips of land that were just barely protected from the ravages of the sea.
A little while later, something woke him. He glanced at the spot where he’d placed Kate’s little trunk. Somehow during the night, it had fallen (or been placed, he thought) onto the floor. It was open and he was stunned to see a bright light coming from it, pouring out of it and streaming upwards, toward the ceiling. Amazed, he sat up slowly, scarcely daring to breathe.
The light, which had a perfect oval shape, was about the size of a full-length mirror. Jonathan got up and went to investigate. As he got closer, he realized it wasn’t just a light.
It was a portal—and he could look through it, as if through an open doorway. What he saw within was unbelievable.
Kate was there, in her ship’s cabin, fully visible through the shimmering gateway. She was sitting at a desk with candlelight flickering across her lovely features. She was wearing a white linen nightgown and her long auburn hair fell past her shoulders in a waterfall of waves. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He watched silently as she wrote in the journal—that same journal he had found—with a quill pen. Tears were streaming down her face and a tiny dog—a Chihuahua—was lying on her bunk, looking at her with concern. As she was about to dip her feathered pen into the inkwell, she beckoned the dog to come to her. Taking it in her arms, she whispered to it.
“There, there, my little Stewie. I know I have you and my dear babe, who is the treasure of my life. But it looks like I am destined to be alone, with no husband nor even a lover to comfort me. But there now—we’ll be home soon. I can only hope there is still a home to go to.”
Why is she alone? Jonathan wondered. What happened to Fournier? Did he abandoned her, or betray her as her first love had done?
Involuntarily, he reached out to her. To his astonishment, his arm went inside the portal and he saw the light from her candle reflecting off his hand. He put his other hand in, and then his head and shoulders. She looked up, surprised, and he could see she’d been crying. Her need drew him to her and he stepped into the oval of light.
And he was in the captain’s cabin, aboard the Royal Thomas, with Kate.
Without a word—for words were not necessary—he went to her. She was so petite, and very young—not much more than twenty. She looked up at him with such sorrow he could not bear it. Trying to comfort her, he wrapped his arms around her. Sobbing, she buried her face against his chest and he felt her pain, her loneliness. Holding her close, he lightly stroked her back, inhaling the pure sweetness of her. She looked up at him, puzzled, and then standing on tiptoe, she kissed his cheek. Her innocence, her fragrant body against his—it was a bliss unlike anything Jonathan had ever known, and he would have been happy to stay with her there—wherever there was—forever.
A bright, relentless sun blasting through the window woke him the next morning. He was alone in his bed—and there was no light coming out of the open chest, which was back on the bureau where he’d put it.
It had been a dream. He knew that. He knew it was impossible to step through some kind of weird light, three hundred years into the past. Sighing and rubbing his eyes, he came back to reality.
Just a dream. Nothing more.
But when he got out of bed and put his bare feet on the floor, one of them landed on something sharp. Something sharp on one end and soft and feathery on the other. He looked down, puzzled, and logic flew out the window.
It was a quill pen—the pen with which Kate had been writing. It was lying on the floor next to his bed, in his bedroom at the beach house.
Such a fascinating mixture of spirits from the past and modern day life. Action and suspense on every page! The characters are well developed and the story keeps you interested from the very beginning. Twists and turns in the plot line kept me wondering what was going to happen next!
As an independent reviewer for Romance Authors that Rock, I gave this one a full five beating hearts as mine was pounding from the suspenseful ride!
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The sea has always played a dominant part in Charlie Most’s life. It seemed to be calling him, even as a child, bringing calm when he seemed intent on raising hell. As an adult, he channeled his restless energy into successfully running his construction company, Baltimore Steel Erectors. One moonlit night, while fishing in the Outer Banks, Most and his pals saw the silhouette of an ancient square-rigged vessel skirting across the horizon. They all watched as it disappeared once again into the Graveyard of the Atlantic, and the mists of eternity. That moment changed his life forever and he knew he had a story to tell. Lost Treasures of the Heart is his first novel.
Charlene Keel has written over a dozen novels and how-to books. Shadow Train, the final installment of her YA supernatural trilogy, won a Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award, and The Congressman’s Wife (for Red Sky Presents) is getting rave reviews. Her new blended-genre novel, Lost Treasures of the Heart, has just been released.
Keel has also worked as editor for international magazines, including Playgirl, For the Bride and Black Elegance. She says the most fun she’s had as an editor (so far) was at Spice, a fanzine featuring rap, R&B, soul and gospel music. During her time there, she enjoyed going to parties for such notables as Puff Daddy, having lunch with Gloria Gaynor and attending a pasta dinner where Mariah Carey did the cooking.
Keel’s editorial assignments include The Health of Nations, a book on political philosophy, and That Nation Might Live, a moving tribute to Sarah Bush Lincoln, Abraham Lincoln’s stepmother. Her TV credits include Fantasy Island and Days of Our Lives, and her book, Rituals, was the basis for the first made-for-syndication soap opera. She also produced (for Romantic Times) the first annual Mr. Romance Cover Model Pageant.
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sister Mads called while I was driving to the convention center. “Are you
really going over there? I can’t believe they’re going to continue this
about the murder?”
told me last night when she got home. It’s awful.”
know how it is. The show must go on! Surely you can’t be that surprised.” I was
only beginning to understand the importance of these competitions to their
participants, and I could picture pageant moms dragging their glitzed-up
toddlers over the dead bodies of fallen competitors. The way zombies climbed
over each other to get to the top of the pile in movies—only prettier.
it was a murder? She didn’t just have a heart attack or something?” I could
hear the anxiety creeping into Mads’ voice, and I didn’t blame her. Our little
town was supposed to be safe. Murders didn’t happen here. That was the sort of
thing that happened in the city across the bridge, not in our sleepy little
they said, Mads, but I don’t think you need to worry. If it was a murder, you
can bet it was personal. Certainly not the doin’s of a mad man or a serial
killer. If Heather Morgan was murdered, it was by somebody who knew her and had
something to gain from her death. This was no a random act of violence.”
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Genre: Science Fiction Romance
Publisher: Kuumba Publishing
Number of pages: 292
Cover Artist: Wycked Ink
A supernatural love triangle that tests the bounds of science, truth, and faith.
Regent Lela of Asiya is the most powerful person on her planet but she is powerless to save the life of her beloved soulmate—Zion Grace. For thirty years they lived as husband and wife, but Zion’s time is at an end. Lela must go on without him.
“There will never be anyone else for me.”
Despite having died, nothing can keep Zion from his soulmate. He’s back but not as the man he once was. Zion must help Lela move on with her life, lest he lose her forever. But how can Zion convince Lela to accept the love and affections of another man when he still wants her for himself?
“I love you, Lela. My heart is forever yours.”
Lela and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.
This novel includes “The Garden,” a bonus short story.
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It was true, Zion had only three more years left on his thirty-year life extension. He was tired and felt even more so as the days, weeks, months and years crept by. Zion spared a sidelong glance at his wife, whose head was down, eyes closed and hand still fiercely gripping his own. She wasn’t ready for the ride to end either, yet they both knew it was slowing, preparing to grind to its final halt and he would have to disembark, leaving her behind.
This thing with Ammon had eaten away at Zion for the last several months. Yet Ammon was simply an outlet for his own anger, fear, and depression. He was growing older, his hair thinner and grayer, and his stomach… well, let’s just say he’d had to use the services of a good seamstress over the years. Yet Lela was still as beautiful and fit as when they’d first met.
Zion didn’t begrudge Lela her slow aging or fine, alluring features. In fact, he loved that about her. What did bother him was that other men could see what he saw. Everything about Lela exuded intelligence, grace, dignity, strength, and beauty. Zion learned a long time ago, she could never see herself the way others did, especially men.
While Zion rarely entertained jealous thoughts before or cared much when he caught a male giving Lela an approving look, now he saw nothing but. Under the circumstances, the little signs of masculine appreciation for his beautiful wife enraged him.
“I’m sorry,” Zion spoke into the quiet breach, lifting Lela’s chin with his bruised hand.
Tears flooded her eyes. Even wet, they were still the most stunning eyes he’d ever seen. Picasso marble Zion thought the first time she’d looked at him—a combination of black, brown, gray, and white. Back then, they’d sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, now they glistened with pain. Lela wasn’t ready for this conversation. How could she be?
“No, it’s me who should apologize. I thought you were paranoid, seeing things that didn’t exist.”
“I acted like a jackass, a Neanderthal, damn near dragging you out of the banquet room before the function was over. Hell, I might as well as hoisted you over my shoulder and beat my chest like a caveman.”
He rubbed his thumb across her right cheek, then lips. “You’re an incredible woman, Lela.” Zion paused, nearly biting his tongue on his next words. The ones his selfish heart screamed at him to not utter. “You’ll live for a long time, probably another four or five decades. I only have three years left. For an Asiyan, you’ll be in your prime when I pass on.” His voice cracked when the held tears dropped from his wife’s eyes. She knew where he was going with this, Zion realized.
“You’ll have to go on without me, and I don’t want you to spend the next fifty years by yourself.”
“I won’t be by myself. I’ll have Xavier.” Lela pushed off the bed and moved away from him. She walked to the window, refusing to acknowledge the true meaning of his words.
Zion followed, watching her stern but sad image in the window. Needing to touch and reassure her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Lela to him.
“The thought of another man being this close to you,” Zion whispered, stirring tendrils of her long hair, “makes me want to commit murder. When I heard Ammon offering for you, it took all of my self-control to not take a laser gun to him. The only thing I kept thinking was that he couldn’t have you. That you’re mine and mine alone.”
“Is that why you’ve been so angry these past few months?” She turned in his arms, then rested her head against his resilient shoulder.
“Yes and something else.”
Zion lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his eyes.
“I didn’t want to acknowledge how selfish I was being,” he said, leaning down and placing a warm, soft kiss on her lips. “I want you to be happy in those four or five decades you have left, Lela, but I don’t want you to find happiness in the arms of another man.”
“I have no desire to mate with anyone else, or to take a lover,” she reassured, initiating another kiss, a desperate embrace full of a wife’s integrity and denial. “I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. I love you, Zion. I could never love another.”
He knew she spoke the truth. He believed her, but she didn’t understand. Zion did. He’d experienced the loss of a spouse.
“When Iman died, a part of me died with her. Like you, I thought there would never be anyone else for me. And that was true for a long time—”
Lela shook her head in protest, not allowing Zion to continue. “Don’t.” A heartbreaking plea. “Don’t say such things. There will never be anyone else for me.”
Zion saw the near panic in her upturned face, her Picasso marble eyes glowing with resolution and despair.
“It’s not the same. It just isn’t.”
It was exactly the same. Yes, what he felt for Iman was different from the love he had for Lela. But it was love all the same. Loving Lela didn’t mean Iman ceased to occupy a special place in his heart and mind. A small, warm piece of her and their life together would always be a part of him. As he would always be a part of Lela, but she couldn’t see it, not now. But someday. Zion didn’t want to think about that and clearly, neither did his wife.
The concept of soul mates is not a new one. Plato explored the idea in his Symposium and it is a concept present in much romantic fiction. Typically, however, soul mates are people fated to be together throughout time, even before they meet. That is a nice, romantic, idealistic notion, but I think I prefer ND Jones’ take on the subject. In Bound Souls, we are introduced a literally alien culture. There are rituals for all things, especially those pertaining to mating, and one of those rituals allows a mated pair to bind their souls together so that they will be guaranteed to be together after death. The trouble arises when one spouse still lives after their soul-bonded mate dies. How that knot is untangled involves the meat of the story, so I will allow the reader to explore that for themselves.
The setting, while definitely alien, is internally consistent enough that I did not feel like I couldn’t understand what was going on. My occasional confusion arose from the flashbacks throughout the novel because I did not realize I was reading about the past at first and that popped me out of the flow of the story the first couple of times. Without giving any spoilers I do feel I need to say that the ending was a little schmaltzy for my taste. For a romance novel about bound souls, there are no explicit sex scenes, so the book can be enjoyed by readers 14+ who enjoy a philosophical take on the afterlife.
Reviewed by HR Duby for Romance Authors that Rock
About the Author:
- D. Jones lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. She is the founder of Kuumba Publishing, an art, audiobook, eBook, and paperback company. Kuumba Publishing is a forum for creativity, with a special commitment to promoting and encouraging creative works of authors and artists of African descent.
A desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers, inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.
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About The Book
Author: Colleen Nye
Genre: Paranormal Romance
…With all my heart.
Finding one letter was inspiring to her story. Finding a second was exciting. But when Nell finds the third letter in the rock wall of her newly acquired estate, she’s a little more than curious as to what really happened to Joshua and his beloved Cora.
For this detached author who is starting her life over, Nell finds herself sucked into the idea of the intrigue, yearning and hoping that the lovers found a way to be together.
After asking a couple of new acquaintances in the nearby village about the estate’s history, she meets Reid, a historian and descendant of Joshua himself. They start to put together the pieces of the puzzle that seem to be a Romeo and Juliet style romance in the 1800’s.
Doubts, fears and suspicions threaten to interfere. But what they do learn is that Love sometimes crosses boundaries and time to happen, even in some of the most unexpected ways.
Colleen Nye started writing as a teen. Through her school days, she won awards for her poetry and short stories including a Sarah Endres Award for Young Writers. As an adult, she now has short stories in Writing at the Ledges’ second and third anthologies, Seasons of Life and Voices from the Ledges, as well as various publications.
In 2012, she published first solo novel, the romantic comedy series, The Unattainable Series: When in Maui. In 2015, When in Maui moved to Blue Deco Publishing with her second novel, Immersion, a dystopian thriller. January 2016, the first book in an anthology series that’s truly unique, designed by Colleen Nye, was released. The series is named The Lunch Time Anthologies. They are full length novels with a variety of authors writing pieces that are embedded into the over-arching storyline written by Colleen. The first book is Gable Heights, and it is a crime drama.
Also in 2016, she released several projects including The Unattainable Series: Book Two, When in Doubt and a coming of age drama called The Long Summer. She co-lead and appeared in each of the 5 books in an anthology series release called The Debut Collective. In Sept 2016, From Pen To Page: A Biographical Poetry Collection was released that is the poetry of biker Alonzo “Chacho” Gomez that is chronologically arranged within his biography, written by Colleen Nye.
For 2017, Colleen is working on a paranormal romance, Letters To Cora, slated to release February 2017, sci-fi and fantasy books yet to be titled, and book three in The Unattainable Series: When in Love. Colleen also writes press releases and content for newspapers, magazines and online blogs, web sites and more, makes book covers and book trailers and formats novels and anthologies. Oh, and she is the proud owner of Blue Deco Publishing.
You can contact her online or at firstname.lastname@example.org
About the Book
Title: Believe in Me – Real Love Series Book 2
Author: Angela Coffey
Genre: Erotic Romance
With his rugged good looks and quiet demeanor, actor Dylan Cross was the epitome of mysterious sex appeal. Playing the role of the President of an outlaw MC Club put him in the spotlight and meant he never heard the word `no’, especially from California girls. That changed the day he met Tara Black; a small town tattoo artist trying to find her place in the world of modeling for the Alternative Girl agency.
With a past full of horrible memories and emotional demons, Tara hides her insecurities with a beautiful smile. Content being alone, she closets herself from any type of intimacy.
It was a simple twist of fate that sparked their unlikely friendship that quickly blossomed into a heated attraction and unbreakable bond. Since a person can only fight love for so long, they were left with a decision: all or nothing.
When a single phone call opens the flood gates of Dylan’s past, that decision is put on hold as he returns to his home town of Woodstock, NY.
Can Tara handle the life changing issues headed Dylan’s way?
Can Dylan convince Tara that, regardless of the past, he wants her to be his present and future?
Will they find a way to walk through each other’s trials hand in hand, leaving them with a love that is perfectly imperfect?
Angela Coffey is an indie author from the beautiful town of Woodstock, NY. After the release of her debut novel, Alive With You- Real Love Series book 1, she decided to spread her wings and fly. Her new novel, Believe In Me- Real Love Series book 2, is the second book in a four-part series. The Real Love Series can be read in order or as a stand-alone series, either way you’ll fall in love with the reoccurring characters.
Angela is an epilepsy warrior, avid reader, coffee addict, tattoo enthusiast, and lover of B-rate Shark movies. You can find and follow her on Amazon, Facebook, and Twitter.
was a bad idea?
for sleeping with the boss’s husband is almost funny—at 28, she’s
still a virgin. Not that her now ex-boss would believe it—Kenley’s
got the face and figure to attract plenty of men, even if she’s
never found the right one. A job at New Haven Custom Boats is a
chance to start fresh and learn a whole new skill set. Trouble is,
she can’t stop wishing her incredibly hot new boss would introduce
her to some decidedly un-businesslike pleasure . . .
when his pregnant sister hires her replacement, she chooses a girl
who reminds him of the kind who broke his heart in high school. Zane
might not be that shy boy anymore, but sweet, sexy Kenley makes him
feel every bit as awkward as he did then—and even hungrier to kiss
her. She’s the perfect woman for the job—but he wants her to be
so much more.
trouble—unless it leads to true love . . .
Pennsylvania. Her novels include women’s fiction, paranormal,
sci-fi, fantasy, and mystery suspense. She enjoys candy immensely, as
well as long motorcycle rides and reading.
the stairs to his loft and rang the bell. The door slid open. Inside, he was
and handsome, he had brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders that she
loved to flip in her fingers. His tan coat was covered with flecks of paint,
but was set off with a large, dark blue cravat. He always let his work spoil
his clothes. It was his charm. He glowed with a smile when he met her eyes.
love. What brings you to Montmartre today?”
answered as she walked through the doorway, pushing him back toward the bed.
little vixen,” he said as he removed his cravat with a flick of his wrist.
around the waist, but held up a hand to stall their descent onto the bed. An
expert at releasing a woman from frivolous garments, he expertly undid each of
her many pearl buttons, slowly, teasing her, as her silk dress began to fall
free. One tantalizing kiss followed another as he progressed down her until the
dress fell to the floor with a chorus of burgundy silk ruffles. After an
admiring gaze, he swung her onto the bed.
see Philippe looking at her, his eyes focused on her bosoms as they peeked out
from the top of the tight corset, swelling with each breath she took. Though
she wanted to be free from its confines, she enjoyed teasing him with
anticipation. She rolled onto her side, her hair starting to unravel from her
pins, watching his reaction as he watched her. She smiled as he descended upon
her. “What are you looking at?”
would love to paint.”
himself down and kissed her gently with firm lips. She reached for his jaw
line, caressing it. Moving his hand down her leg, he slipped his fingers into
the top of one stocking and then the other, slowly rolling them down her legs,
kissing the insides of her warm thighs as he went. She reached down and pulled
on his hair, encouraging him to return. As he rose, he began to unlace her
corset, freeing her breasts, exposing her pert nipples. She caressed the front
of his chest, feeling the definition, the flatness of his belly. She stopped at
his waist, looking up with a smile.
continue?” she whispered.
This book was very hard for me to follow. Not only were the characters jumping through time but so was the story. It was a bit all over and you were introduced to many characters that were really not needed for the story. It was very scattered and had a lot of fillers for what could have been a really good solid storyline. After finishing, everything came together but just moved way too fast. It still was a good read.
I would give this 3 stars.
Award Winning Author Cyndi Faria is releasing the next book in her Whisper Cove series, SPIRIT FREED on Valentine’s Day! She’s excited to share with you Dane and Abigail’s quest for happily-ever-after. The Whisper Cove series is sexy paranormal fantasy with a twist of magic. SPIRIT FREED is an excellent romance to cuddle up with this Valentine’s Day. If you need assurance that undying love is possible…this is the book for you!
Author Cyndi Faria is hosting a SPIRIT FREED Release Day Facebook Party on Valentine’s Day from 4 P.M. – 7 P. M. PST. Joining her will be various authors including Virna DePaul, Tawny Weber, Rochelle French, Kristen Miller, Anna Stewart, Suzanne Vince, Grace Conley, Marie Boothf, Tina Gower & more. There will be lots of prizes up for grabs including a $50 Amazon eGift Card, autographed books, swag & more! Cyndi would love to see you there! Read the rest of this entry →
Secrets: In Wolf Lake
Genre: YA, sci-fi, fantasy
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.
Date of Publication: 1/1/2017
Number of pages: 120
Word Count: 41,200
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Secret: In Wolf Lake – Tagline
Samantha discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake; now his life depends on her saving him.
Samantha’s dealing with a lot of emotional blow-back from her mother’s new marriage. Then she discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake, and life suddenly becomes all about keeping his existence a secret, earning his trust. That is until his life depends on her saving him. But she won’t be able to do it alone…
Secret Series – Tagline
A series of secrets, invisible yet glaring, and most include a Supernatural spin, like an unwelcomed sensation sparking every nerve ending.
About the Author:
DK Davis writes YA sci-fi, supernatural, and fantasy with a good dollop of all the relationships woven in between. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, spending time with grandchildren or her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
Twitter – https://twitter.com/DKDavisBooks
Website – http://suda788.wixsite.com/dkdavis
Books We Love Ltd. Author Page –
Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N7O41FM
TOUR HOST ONLY GIVEAWAY:
DK is giving away 2- $20 Amazon Gift Cards to tour hosts.
2 hosts will be chosen to win.
This is only for the blog hosts of the tour. Their names and email addresses will be entered into a drawing on the days they host. Winners chosen on the last day of the tour.