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Synopsis: From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
Publisher’s Note: Daddy Morebucks is an erotic novel that includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, elements of age play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
I will start with my critique of the narrator. The narrator does a great job of creating personality for each of the players in the book. She is even and does not have a voice that is like nails on a chalk board. This was such an easy book to listen to and we have her to thank for that portion.
The bigger thanks for this one goes to the author Normandie. Normandie has modernized Pretty Woman into a BDSM story that takes the reader by storm. I loved this story/romance. I will admit that there were parts that I did struggle with, I never liked the demeaning or derogatory names used in the BDSM world but overall this was a great story! If you loved 50 Shades, and Pretty woman this is the best of both worlds. Get on the Daddy’s Girl Train! 4 fangs.
Synopsis: Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. Carmen soon discovers that Natron is the type of man who sees what he wants and goes after it… and apparently what he wants is her. Almost before she knows it Carmen finds herself taking everything Natron gives her and begging for more, and when he reveals that he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree.
At the top of his profession, Natron has money, fame, and all the perks that go with them, and now at last in Carmen he has found a woman he wants to share it with. His life feels complete… until in a split second everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it all, but will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself, his teammates, and his little girl?
Publisher’s Note: Daddy’s Game is the second book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first book in the series, Daddy Morebucks, but it is a stand-alone novel. The content of Daddy’s Game includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, elements of age play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
I was gifted the audio book of this in exchange for an honest review.
I have read all three books in this series and this is my least favorite. While the story was told well, the plot just was weak for me. I did not love the characters in this one as I did the other two. This does continue on with the premise of the daddy dom storyline and the author does well incorporating a lesson in her story about the fetish. 3 fangs
Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamor hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.
When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.
Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?
Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
This was by far the best book in this series so far. It incorporates a hot fireman who is a dom but never traveled down the daddy’s route. We are also seeing more of his bratty girlfriend and the author does well tying the characters of all three books together. I loved the easy nature of this guy and how he was so willing to learn the nature of this relationship to meet the needs of his girl. The bondage was a great addition to the story, heightening the experience. Great! 4 Fangs.
About Normandie Alleman
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. “I’m interested in the kind of relationships people have in real life. So I write about my characters’ messy, unpredictable, and inexplicable journeys to love.”
If there were another 5 hours in the day, Normandie would spend more time needle-pointing and playing with photography. Instead, she’s a Pinterest addict and sports junkie who’s crazy for Twitter and the color pink. She lives with a passel of children, her hunky husband, and a pet pig who loves Red Bull.
About the Book
Title: Whispers in Eternity
Author: Jacinda Buchmann
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Life—the existence of truly living—doesn’t begin until you close the door on the past. My post-high school goals had been right on track—literally. But when the doctors said that I could no longer run, I was faced with two choices—give up or change direction. Unexpectedly, singing became my new passion—a passion fueled by the most gorgeous guy I had ever met. I can’t say that I believe in love at first sight, but after meeting Gavin, I can now say with certainty that I believe in recognition at first meeting. He was unquestionably my soul mate. Only one obstacle stood in our way. He was a ghost.
Noelle’s dream was running. In high school on the track team. She was in her glory. Her dream was to go to collage on a scholarship. Until the day she collapse while running. Her life takes a drastic turn. Now spending her life in the hospital waiting for a heart transplant. her dreams have ended. Now she needed to find a new direction. After the transplant she and her mother move to her aunts in another town where Noelle gets a fresh start and a new direction. Where before she couldn’t carry a tune. Now she can sing. Meeting Gabe through her friend Malik. She doesn’t realize at first that no one else can see him except Malik. She feels an instant connection with Gabe. Like she has known him forever. What hope can she have with him when he is a ghost.
Noelle is a wonderful character. Fun, smart and funny. After everything she has gone through she comes out on the other side of it determined to roll with the changes. She had her moments of depression and doubts. Picking up the pieces of her life. I don’t want to say to much about Gabe and ruin the story for anyone. There are so many twists and surprises in the story. It was a fantastic paranormal book. Sweet, romantic and bittersweet. Loved the ending. Reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock
Jacinda Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and three children. She graduated from Carroll College, in Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in elementary education and later received a Master’s degree from Northern Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending several years as a teacher and later a school counselor, she now spends her time writing, any free chance she can get, that is, when she’s not spending time with her family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.
“We’ll find other hobbies for you,” my mother chimed in, trying to sound encouraging. “Maybe you can take some art or pottery classes or music… You’ve never played an instrument. You might like it.”
I sat on the edge of the exam table, numb and speechless. Had I heard her right?
“No,” I said flatly, refusing to look at anyone and staring straight ahead at the door. I needed to get out of there. “A hobby? A hobby? Are you serious? Running is not a hobby! Running is a part of who I am. You have no idea. None of you do. I need to go. Now.”
I pushed myself off the table but misjudged my usual sense of balance. Instead of landing firmly on my feet, I stumbled forward, practically landing in Dr. Rogers’s lap. Catching me by the shoulders, he held on with firm hands to steady me.
“There now,” he said. “Are you okay?”
The room began spinning and my ears were ringing. Were my parents talking? Their words sounded muffled and far away. Oh, God. Not again, I thought. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain control over my out-of-control physical reactions. Please don’t pass out. Please don’t pass out, I silently coached myself.
It seemed that my efforts were futile though. My stupid heart made it perfectly clear that it was now in control of my life and I no longer had a say in what I got to do.
Please don’t pass out, I thought once more, but it was no use. The only thing I can say I was grateful for was the fact that Dr. Rogers still had a firm hold on me when I fainted.
Malik chuckled. “Girls are way more emotional and sentimental than guys are. A guy would hear this song and be like, ‘Man, that jam’s got rhythm,’ but girls be all like, ‘Ah, baby, they’re playin’ our song. It’s so sentimental and sweet.'”
“Don’t you go and ruin my favorite song, Malik,” I warned, trying to hide a grin. “I’m tellin’ you right now, you bash my song and it’s a deal breaker. Our whole BFF, let’s-hang-together-at-school status will be done.”
“Well, I certainly don’t want to risk that. Okay, then, your favorite song—what’s it called again?”
“‘Falling Like Snow.'”
“Right. Your favorite song, ‘Falling Like Snow,’ is now my favorite song. See? Easy. Are you ready to do this thing?”
I had just pulled into the school parking lot and put the gearshift into park. With the engine still running, I stared at the multitude of students piling out of cars and heading for the building. Was I really ready for this? I had spent my entire junior year either in the hospital or doing homeschooling. What if I completely sucked at making stupid small talk and pretending that I cared about the hottest actors in Hollywood or who was going with who to the homecoming dance?
“Um, you know, we still have time to back out. I’m sure if I told my mom I want to do homeschool again, she’d be in full support. And you could do it with me. We could be homeschool buddies, right from the comfort of my aunt’s kitchen.”
“Come on, Noelle. You don’t strike me as a girl who cowers down and gives up that easily. You can do this. We can do this. I’ll be right by your side. Besides, we’re BFFs now, remember? If I’m going to face the first day of school, you have to face it with me.”
“Fine.” With a sigh, I grabbed my backpack from the back seat and hopped out of the truck. “But if I hate it,” I said as we strode toward the school, “I’m totally out of here.”
“Deal. But you have to give it at least a week, because if you leave, I’m leaving with you. It’s been six years since I’ve gone to a real school, and I’d like at least one week to see if it’s just as awesome as I remember.”
“Awesome?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think your memory must be a little clouded.”
“Hey, I like living in my delusions, okay? So, do we have a deal? You’ll give it a week?”
When we reached the front walk, though, I couldn’t help but think that yoga pants, fuzzy socks, and my aunt’s kitchen sounded a lot more relaxing than the chaos we were about to walk in to.
I stared at the guy, finding myself at a loss for words. I shouldn’t have stopped. I should have kept on driving. I could have been home already, curled up in yoga pants, warm and cozy on my bed, and doing homework. Instead, I was wet, shivering, and trying to defend myself to some random stranger who was convinced I was there to pillage a roadside memorial.
I could have simply retreated to the truck and driven away, but for some deranged reason, I felt the need to proclaim my innocence. Refusing to back down or cower, I returned his stare, trying to think of a proper comeback.
My mother often called me a “smart mouth.” I liked to think of myself as quick-witted, but regardless, I found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the twinkle in his eyes and the killer combination of a dazzling smile and dimples. I had no idea guys that sexy even existed outside of Hollywood.
Then again, maybe he was from Hollywood. Something about him seemed familiar, as though I’d seen him somewhere before. Or was it… I tried to picture the few images I’d ever seen of Gavin McGregor. I had never really paid much attention to the tabloids, but I realized that this guy kind of reminded me of him. Maybe they were related.
Gathering my wits, I found the courage to speak. “I know this probably looks weird, but I’m seriously not some crazed fan-girl, and I’m definitely not here to steal this helmet. I was just driving by and decided to stop. Seriously. I was curious about the writing on the cross and just wanted to see what it said.” I pointed toward the dedication.
“Really.” His squinting, doubt-filled glare didn’t falter.
“Yes,” I said emphatically. “Really. Look for yourself. You can’t read it all. The writing’s covered up.”
He continued to watch me closely, as though I might grab the helmet and dash off with it, while he slowly circled around the cross to stand beside me. When he stopped only a foot away, I had to remind myself to breathe. It was ridiculous how nervous I was. After all, I didn’t know him and there was certainly no need to impress him, but damn if he wasn’t absolutely the hottest guy I had ever met—ever.
Standing with his arms crossed, he cocked his head to examine the inscription. Finally, he nodded, pursed his lips, and made a guttural sound in his throat. “Huh. Looks like you’re right, Snow White—the helmet’s covering the writing.”
Since we were almost the same height, I was able to meet his amused gaze straight on when I replied, “Um, yeah. That’s what I just said.”
The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. “Well, it’s a good cover story, at least.”
“It’s not a cover story. It’s the truth. I have no interest in this Gavin McGregor guy. I mean…I do. I love his music, and I feel bad for his family. I’m just not a—what did you call it? Oh yeah. A crazed fan-girl. That’s not my style.”
The more I stared at him, the more I became convinced that he had to somehow be related to Gavin McGregor. It had been a while since I’d seen a picture of the late singer, but I was certain there was a resemblance.
“Not your style, huh? You’re telling me that you wouldn’t have been up at the front of the stage, screaming and throwing yourself at him during a concert?”
“Nah. Screaming and throwing myself at someone has never been my thing. I would have been the one sneaking into his dressing room backstage during the concert to steal his favorite hat.” I spoke with as much seriousness as I could muster, fighting to contain a smile. I had managed to push my nerves aside, and I was proud of myself for my witty comeback.
He stared at me for a moment without blinking then finally broke into a smile. “Okay. I get your point. You’re not here to steal the helmet.”
“Thank you. Now that I think about it, though, what are you doing here? Maybe you’re here to steal it.”
With one eyebrow raised, he stared at me incredulously. “Seriously? Do I really look like the type of guy who would be obsessed with some pretty-boy pop star?”
“I don’t know… Maybe.” Were we flirting? I sensed my cheeks turning red and hoped he didn’t notice.
“Hi,” I said shyly.
“Hi.” He offered a hesitant smile. No doubt he was wondering how I would react to his presence.
This time, I had the keen observation to note that he was dry despite the fact that he had been standing outside for God knows how long in a torrential downpour.
My hand itched to reach out and touch him, but I knew that would result in all kinds of disappointment and weirdness. So, instead, I refrained by holding my hands together behind my back as I nervously gnawed on my lower lip. What was I supposed to say? I wanted to scream at him and tell him how much I adored him all at the same time.
I somehow managed to break myself from my speechless state and said tentatively, “You don’t have to worry. No one else is here. My mom’s at work for the day, and Aunt Mae and Malik are both down at the motel. I was getting ready to make lunch. You can join me if you want.” I immediately realized the stupidity behind my words and promptly followed up with, “I mean, I know you don’t want lunch. I mean, you can’t…” I sighed and shook my head. “What I’m trying to say is that I was getting ready to head to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. You are welcome to keep me company if you’d like.”
Gavin smiled. The familiar twinkle in his eyes hinted that he was trying not to laugh as I awkwardly stumbled over my words.
“It’s good to see you, Noelle.”
I couldn’t lie. I was ecstatic to see him too—scared but ecstatic. “I’m really happy to see you, too. I’m…I’m sorry—”
“Stop.” He took a step forward but stopped short when I inhaled sharply and my body grew stiff. “Are you scared of me?”
“Gavin, no. That’s not it at all. Of course I’m not scared of you. I… I’m scared of falling for you more than I already have.” God, did I really just say that out loud? Since I had that out in the open, I continued. “I mean, you and I… It’s not like we could have a future together. I just can’t help but think that it would be better for me if I stayed away from you.”
“That’s not what you really want, though, is it?
“No,” I replied immediately, shaking my head. “No. What I want is to spend my days getting to know you and singing out in the woods and laughing together as we watch dumb movies. I want to spend more time with you because, God help me, I can’t stop thinking about you. And I know I’m probably crazy to have even invited you in and allowed myself to admit it, but the truth is, as much as my mind wants to pretend that liking you is a stupid idea, my heart has already decided that we belong together.”
He stepped forward until a mere inch or two separated us. “Does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?”
It was the closest I had ever been to him. We were about the same height so I had a direct view of the speckles in his hazel eyes and his adorable dimples. I sadly realized that there was no trace of body heat radiating off him.
“Mmm. I bet you would smell good.”
“What?” He turned his head sideways and chuckled under his breath.
Oh my God! Did I seriously just say that out loud? I thought, completely mortified.
“I’m sorry,” I said, laughing. “I was just thinking… I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. It just kind of flew out of my mouth.”
He grinned—that beautiful model grin—and I couldn’t help but smile in return.
“You think I would smell good?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. I’ll bet you were the kind of guy who always wore some sort of sexy body spray. Am I right?”
“You mean the kind that’s advertised in commercials that’s supposed to make guys irresistible?”
Many years ago when she sacrificed her soul to save her husband’s life, she was utterly betrayed. So even though Odie is indisputably charming, Ruth’s battered heart refuses to make the same mistake twice and trust another man with her life. Centuries ago, Jerahmeel forced Odie to make a terrible choice. If there is a chance to destroy his boss, Odie will take the risk.
A senseless tragedy mobilizes them into action, and Ruth and Odie launch the most ambitious offensive the world has ever known. While hatching their plans, unexpected love blooms as Odie tears down the walls around Ruth’s heart to find a woman worth a three hundred year wait. In Odie’s strong arms, Ruth finds intense passion she had never experienced before.
In a wheelchair since birth, his freakish ability has gotten him kicked out of ten foster homes since the age of four. Now saddled with a sadistic housemother who uses his spinning to heal the kids she physically abuses, Alex and his misfit group of learning disabled classmates are the only ones who can solve the mystery of his birth before more people meet a gruesome end.
They need to find out who murdered their beloved teacher, and why the hot young substitute acts like she’s flirting with them. Then there’s the mysterious medallion that seems to have unleashed something malevolent, and an ancient prophecy suggesting Alex has the power to destroy humanity.
The boys break into homes, dig up graves, elude kidnappers, fight for their lives against feral cats, and ultimately confront an evil as old as humanity. Friendships are tested, secrets uncovered, love spoken, and destiny revealed.
The kid who’s always been a loner will finally learn the value of friends, family, and loyalty.
If he survives…
Foster kid,15 year old Alex, is special in more ways than one. He does what he calls “spinning”, healing people’s ailments both physically and emotionally. But he can’t “spin” his self, he has spina bifida and is in a wheel chair. Along with his friends from his special ed. class, Father Pat and the man who wants to adopt him, they try to figure out who and why people Alex has “spun” are being murdered. Is Alex the killer? Somehow he’s involved but how? And why can’t he remember what happens when they die?
Appropriate for the under 18 crowd and adults alike I give this 5 fangs and will definitely be interested in reading more from this author.
Independent reviewer for Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock.
Genre: Gay Werewolf, M/M PNR
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication: July 1, 2015
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Out of desperation and danger comes love. What a rush!
Strapped for cash, Dante Kinnaird agrees to sell a sample of his werewolf DNA to the owner of a security company intent on breeding fierce and fearsome dogs. Dr. Crios Mantzaris Karras III, a brilliant but arrogant scientist, creates the serum and gets on Dante’s last nerve. Dante can’t wait to cash his check and get away from this man.
Crios’s ego takes more than a beating when his hybrid were-dogs become uncontrollable and terrorize the countryside. Dante knows he must make things right, and puts aside his feelings for Crios as they team up to stop these bloodthirsty monsters.
In the heat of battle, he never expected those feelings to change.
Two hours later, Dante sat strapped in the chair as Crios ran his fingers over his bare arm, seeking out a vein so he could draw blood. The other man didn’t hesitate before thrusting the needle straight into his inner elbow. Dante barely felt the needle dipping into his skin. To him, being prodded was nothing.
Crios examined the dark crimson liquid that filled the syringe, his eyes gleaming. “Interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” Blood was blood, after all.
Crios sighed as if dealing with the questions of the common man was oh-so-exhausting. “Werewolf blood looks the same as human blood.”
A grin covered his face before he could stop it. “Did you think that werewolves bleed blue or something?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Blue blood? Whoever heard of such a thing? This is reality, not a comic book.” Miffed, Crios shook his head. “I just wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never worked with werewolves before, so for all I knew your blood could have had a different consistency and color than a human’s.”
“I take that to mean you haven’t been gene mashing werewolves and animals for long?”
Crios picked up the vial of blood and transplanted it into a metal vat beside him. “No, I haven’t. I didn’t even know that werewolves existed until Norm shared the truth with me. And even then, I was skeptical until I did the research myself.”
“I wonder how Norman discovered werewolves.” He reminded himself to ask Norman when he returned from the restroom. Werewolves were a pretty well-kept secret, and for a good reason. If the human population discovered their existence, then their kind would never be left alone.
Pulling a white cotton ball from his pocket, Crios rolled it between his thin fingers. “Norm told me that he saw a werewolf transform when he was walking home from a bar. After that, he couldn’t get thoughts of werewolves out of his mind. He dug around and found out all about them.”
Well, it looked like Dante hadn’t needed to wait until Norman returned from the restroom to question the man after all. “The werewolf who was seen should have been more careful. Most of my kind tries not to transform in the presence of humans. It’ll put us in danger.”
“Accidents happen, I guess.” Crios shrugged. “Open.”
“Open your mouth.” Crios rolled his eyes. “I have to do a swab.”
“Oh.” He blinked in surprise before opening his mouth wide. Maybe he was being ridiculous, but he could only pray that his breath didn’t stink.
The man ran the cotton swab along his cheek and then opened a plastic bag and put it inside. As Crios laid the bag next to the blood sample, Dante couldn’t help but feel mounting curiosity in regards to this brilliant but socially inept person.
“Have you always liked science?” He noted how natural Crios appeared floating around in his lab coat.
“Science isn’t something I like as much as it is something that is in my blood.” Crios pushed the glasses further up his nose. “I come from a family of scientists. My mother and grandfather were brilliant chemists. I, however, chose to specialize in a few different scientific fields. I figured that I’m smart enough to work in several different scientific areas at once.”
I love how he had to add a little self-plug in there…”You just made it sound as though you don’t like science.”
“Like I said, science runs in my blood. That’s all there is to it. It’s not a matter of me liking or disliking it.”
“But what’s the point spending your life doing something you hate?” He’d rather spend his life trying his best at something he enjoyed even if he was crappy at it. “It sounds like you’re setting yourself up for years of pain and misery. I don’t know why you’d do that.”
“I don’t hate science. I just don’t particularly like it.” Crios stopped talking as his face became the color of a freshly plucked plum. “Why on earth am I talking to you about this? I shouldn’t have to defend my life choices to a perfect stranger.”
Crios huffed and pulled another cotton ball from his pocket. “This is why I hate dealing with people. It’s always so exhausting.”
Other people were exhausting? Dante had once had to run fifty miles in one go, and that had tired him out less than this conversation. “Sorry I’m such a trial.”
In response to his jab, Crios said nothing. Zilch. Nada. The guy probably hadn’t even noticed his tone.
“Do you have any family?” He wanted to know how Crios had ended up so much like, well, Crios.
“They’re all dead.” Not even a smidgeon of emotion crept into Crios’s crisp voice. Dante had heard someone become more emotional about a deceased goldfish.
Still Dante’s stomach twisted. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. My parents were non-existent in my life even when they were alive.” Once again, Crios delivered the earth shattering information with emotional detachment. It was strange that the man blew up over the eggs on his sandwiches, but spoke without remorse about his own dead family.
“Still, you have to miss them.” It would be impossible for him not to.
“No, I really don’t.”
The man had to miss them a little. “Not at all? Oh, come on.”
Annoyance flickered in Crios’s steely eyes. “No, I don’t. Not at all. Not even in the slightest bit.”
The words made Dante fall silent.
“Open,” Crios snapped, prodding his lips with a cotton ball.
At once, he opened his mouth.
This is a standalone novel book and ends in an HEA.
>The plot in this story is quite riveting. Evil mutant dogs are created by mistake and must be destroyed before they kill everyone. The fight scenes are truly scary and gory. The book has trouble with the character of the scientist, Crios. A lot of times brilliant scientists are portrayed as socially inept and Crios is no exception. However, Crios is also portrayed as unfeeling and cruel. He berates a maid and constantly brags on his own brain power. Later in the story, Crios has a major personality transformation that is very unbelievable. I like the new Crios and so does the Werewolf, Dante.
>This story is a M/M romance with a difference. Dante did. It know he liked men until he was attracted to Crios. The whole attraction amongst the killing and gore just didn’t feel right to me. The villain, Norman, was the most realistically portrayed character in the entire book. I also had a hard time with the animal torture. The mutant beasts started out as simple dogs and they were abused. I had a hard time reading of their suffering. Killing the beasts didn’t bother me, but the beginning transition into the beast did.
>This book is recommended for an adult audience. There is a graphic scene of M/M sex, extreme violence and animal abuse.
>Reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock.
About the Author:
Penelope Rivers is an erotic novelist of M/M romance novels and short stories. A hopeless dreamer, she spends her day thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and not. It is her view that when you start choking on the occasionally dry bread of life, you need something sinfully delicious to chase it down with. Currently, she lives in Utah with an abnormal amount of pets.
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In a world imbued with strange powers and lingering passions, the past machinations of the doomed Faeling irrevocably changes forever the Neilson sisters’ future.
Nothing had seemed easier than waking that morning. Even if the weather was foreboding and the planned destination less than ideal, Melory had secretly looked forward to the car trip with her twin, Lorrie, to get away from the dull, grey winter city and the clamour of the busy Salon where she worked. The lush West Coast wilderness and farmlands on the other side of the gorge offered a calmer pace, a chance to take her mind from her relationship woes. After all she and Lorrie hadn’t been this way together for at least the last fourteen years. Nothing less than the importance of celebrating their father and Uncle Joe’s sixtieth birthday would have induced the sisters back to the old farmstead, to the bosom of their intense and struggling family, but it had felt right. It was time to put bad blood behind them.
Yet as Lorrie’s bright red car had edged its way through the torrential rain and the howl of gusting winds onto the lip of the precarious road, a low and horrifying rumble had turned their world to terror. A sea of grey, vibrating rocks and dirt sent the small vehicle into the void and the women into a nightmare.
Lorrie had always had an imagination. An imagination she had channelled into numerous, dark and light, humorous and touching pieces of art; carvings, drawings, prints. Such things had been her life, yet no imagining had prepared her for the aftermath of their fateful trip… to waken to wilderness, vast tracks of lonely, dark and ominous forest. Nothing was familiar, nothing but her little sister. And even the comfort of her presence could not keep the fear or the panic at bay.
The world of Abod le A’nor stood waiting…
From the near new city of the civilised Oremen, to the wild untamed clans of the warrior nations of the Ancients, to the primitive quiet villages of a long lived and isolated people; their Dreamers dreamed and sensed the streams of time eddying and calling. The Gift was here, and all eyes turned to the rugged climes of the southlands.
Who would be first to claim it – to claim her – the one their prophecies named ‘Child of Rueble’ – Gift of the Blood God?
But from the isolation of a hidden isle, the great Heartstone – Alagoth, the trapped and doomed prince of Faeling kind – pulsed with anticipation. His plan was coming to fruition. Not long now and she would be his, he knew it for both women belonged to him…
Please note: – this book contains swearing and sexual content – suitable for persons over the age of 18 years
When sisters Melora and Lorrie Nelson headed through the gorge for a family celebration, tragedy strikes. What comes next no one could of seen coming, they woke up to a world where nothing made sense. What’s happened to them? Why is everything so different? Who or what is after them? Can they save themselves with danger and possible death following them? Good storyline and I really liked the characters. Independent reviewer for Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock. 3 fangs
QUINN CHALLENOR, alpha Lycan, broken warrior, grieving lover.
He swears to avenge the death of TRIANNA the woman he adored. Killed by her husband when he discovered their affair Quinn took the ultimate revenge, his life. And so began the feud between the two Lycan packs. Quinn mourns and waits for his woman to return, refusing to move on his memories wrapped in the past he swears never to give his heart to another. Until innocent witch LOWRI arrives and shreds his cold shield along with his sanity to pieces.
Drawn to Quinn and curious about his scarred body, Lowri discovers it’s one she wants to get to know. After 28 years its time to lose her virginity. She’s sure she can get past his pain, and lay his ghosts to rest. He’s woken a passion in her, and she craves him with a sharp intensity. After a wicked game of strip poker Lowri gets her man. But it’s the holding onto him she struggles with.
At every turn the ghost of Trianna is resurrected and Quinn remains loyally stoic. Yet tiny cracks appear in his façade that’s crumbling. His words harsh yet his body loving he can’t deny what he feels with his touch.
When Lowri and Quinn’s sister CALYPSO visit the ruins to work on a paranormal project, neither realize what will be unleashed. The castle holds a secret, one of death, every person within the walls slain by an unknown intruder. Lowri falls into a trance witnessing the slaughter. Waking up she discovers a cameo in her hand, one worn by a woman at the castle. Yet she can’t work out why she has it. When a wolf appears at the ruins changing form, she learns that ZANE ALDRICK is Lycan and also Calypso’s boyfriend. Lowri is shocked at the revealing story behind the feud and doesn’t envy Calypso explaining who she loves to her brother. The nephew of the man that killed Trianna.
A portal remains open and SHAMIA an evil sorceress comes through. It was she that released the demons in the castle seeking the key of the bearer to the astral planes. To reach the seventh level she’s prepared to do anything and knows Lowri is unaware she holds what she seeks, the cameo.
Discovering his sister’s affair Quinn swears he’ll kill Zane if she goes near him. When Lowri tries to explain he turns his rage on her, unable to let go of the past. Finally Quinn admits Lowri is right, he needs to move on. He knows his feelings for her are strong when she is attacked by a shifter, close to death Quinn makes the decision to turn her Lycan before taking her to his island home. But when she blurts out she loves him, he says he can never share that part of himself and Lowri has to accept he’s too damaged to heal and leaves the island.
Shamia learns of his lost love, and weaving a spell, fetches Trianna back. When Quinn goes to her Lowri is devastated and finds herself at the ruins where Shamia waits she reveals Trianna will be there for a short while, before returning unless another soul takes her place. Lowri wants Quinn’s happiness before all else, and steps into the portal.
Quinn soon discovers the true nature of Trianna and realizes it was his youth, his inexperience that set her on a pedestal, now mature sees her for what she is. When he learns that Lowri intends sacrificing herself he goes after her, the cameo burns in his pocket leading the way.
Shamia is furious discovering Lowri doesn’t have the key and for the first time Lowri fights with magic eventually killing the sorceress. But Satan still awaits her soul, Quinn reaches her he begs him to take his in exchange but is refused. Lowri’s freedom is offered at a price Quinn has to fight the hell hounds that have never been defeated and after a vicious battle wins. The bearer of the cameo appears to claim it, explaining it was her pure soul that kept the key safe from Shamia.
When Quinn ignores her Lowri is unsure, convinced he doesn’t want her but once safe he explains his fear that she’d be taken from him, and admits he’s loved her all along. She is his true mate, for life, at last her broken warrior is whole.
Sparks Fly In New Romantic Suspense Novel: August Fire
Poteau, OK – Many years of small town living have given author Kasey Riley a good feel on the dynamics of the people and situations of life in rural America. Her novels all revolve around the mythical town of Riverview, CO and many of the characters make appearances in each independent, freestanding novel. Overall, the feeling of comradery and mutual respect of each character for the others shines in her novels. Riverview is a town with heart.
Stephanie and Doyle meet on the highway, tempers flare but so does chemistry. This meeting foretells their relationship, many miscues and eventually heat between them as they realize Riverview is too small of a town for them not to interact.
Slowly forming an uneasy friendship, they volunteer to remove livestock from the path of a raging wildland fire. During the adventure, they encounter the arsonist who realizes they are the only ones who could recognize him. He vows to silence them.
After their night of passion spent in the neck of a horse trailer in the middle of a fire, Doyle and Stephanie wonder if they made a mistake. Each of them suffers trust issues from previous relationships but admit this particular relationship is like no other in their experience. Added to this is the fact that they must elude the arsonist determined to silence them. Can they survive as a couple and live long enough to marry?
I really enjoyed this read. It is a tale of a love story between Stephanie and Doyle. Doyle is ex military, a man who says “ma’am” and grins when something strikes his fancy. Stephanie decided early in life that she had been disappointed by men and can live on her own just fine. Perhaps she didn’t realize what she was missing till Doyle stumbled into her life…well…more like she stumbled into his! It does seem as if one mishap follows another in this story for sure! But through it all, they are there for each other, first as friends and then in the end…as a couple in love and working it all out. I would recommend this story. It is an easy read and I didn’t put it down till I had to 🙂 5 fangs.
About the book:
August Fire by Kasey Riley
Publish date: July 2015
Page count: 358
Price: $13.50 print, $3.99 ebook
About the author:
Kasey and her husband live on 13 acres in Southeast Oklahoma where they care for three horses, four dogs, two cats and assorted chickens. When not writing, Kasey competes in Limited Distance Endurance events or crews for her friends. The time spent out on the trail gives her the chance to develop new plots and characters for her novels.
New Paranormal Thriller: Ghost Chaser
The world sleeps quietly as an ancient evil draws near in Ghost Chaser: The Curse of Steel by horror writer Dedrick Frazier of Savannah, GA—published by Outskirts Press.
Savannah, GA – Author Dedrick Frazier establishes himself as a leading new voice in the literary world with the release of his new horror novel, Ghost Chaser: The Curse of Steel. His book is a paranormal thriller for those who have a taste for ghost stories, mysteries, and apocalyptic tales.
When a demonic entity threatens to bring forth Armageddon, an unsuspecting soul will discover his true calling as a demon hunter. Dorian Steel is a man with a complicated past and a head full of visions, but when Andras—the great prince of Hell—seeks to end the reign of mankind, Steel must rely on his psychic powers to save the world. Love, loss, and faith form the fuel that will drive him either to succeed or fail. How can a simple landscaper teamed with a sultry college professor and an overweight priest stop this day of reckoning?
Hellhounds, ghosts, and homicide detectives are just the beginning of Dorian Steel’s problems. Besides keeping Andras from creating a new Hell on Earth, Steel must safeguard his sexy love interest, Carmen Calliente, as she has become a prime target for Andras’ legion of followers. In the end, Steel will learn that he cannot run from destiny.
Ghost Chaser: The Curse of Steel presents the classic clash of good and evil, but with its complex yet navigable plot twists, the book adds a new dimension to the time-honored theme. Frazier’s debut novel has garnered positive early reviews:
“What an exhilarating read! I’m an avid reader and although this is not my usual genre I try to read any southern authors, which Mr. Frazier is evidently, born and bred. This story of good and evil truly grips you and won’t turn loose until you get to the end. The details pull you in and put you into the situations with Dorian and you can’t wait to see how he will triumph. Can’t wait to see what else this new writer gives us.” —Danny Lawson
“Want to be genuinely scared? Let the author’s rich prose take you on an exhilarating ride of good and evil. The story reveals itself through the testament of one Dorian Steel, who tells his story in a confidential tone as if speaking just to you. The characters and setting convey the sumptuous and colorful world of coastal Georgia, as only someone who resides there could so genuinely recreate. Once I started this story, I couldn’t stop till I read how it all would end. I highly recommend this book for the entertaining read it is; the scare is a bonus.” —Constance Rose
Dorian Steel has had a tough life growing up. As a baby he was giving for adoption and lived in a orphanage. He has always lived in the small quite town of Mystic where everyone knows everyone. He has his imagery friends until he discovers they are ghost. Dorian gets bounced from one foster home to another until he is adopted by the Steels. Dorian starts running with the wrong crowd and joins a gang but his new family has him meet Father John a local priest who gets him involved with a local boxer/gym owner. That changes his life he quits TH gang does well boxing and even has a big bowing match coming up but when he dumps his crazy girlfriend she gets him arrested and he serves time in prison! During that time his boxing coaches niece Carmen is his closest friend he has always seen her as a little sister till he receives those letter and learns how well she has grown up. She goes to college gets a great job and he stops writing her letters. He makes sure she deserves more then an convict. With hell from his family, father John and Carmens uncle he starts his own lawn care business ans does well but the ghost keep showing up and throngs go from bad to worse with scary visions and demons showing up! He calls the one person he trust Carmen to help him figure it all out. But will he have a good enough time too put the pieces together before it’s too late. You will have to just read the book to find out. I give it 4 fangs:
About the book:
Ghost Chaser: The Curse of Steel by Dedrick Frazier
Publisher: Outskirts Press
Date of publish: February 2015
About the author:
Dedrick Frazier is originally from Brunswick, Georgia, in the Golden Isles, and currently lives in Savannah
Sci Spanks 2015 reprises many of the same authors from the popular Sci Spanks 2014. In this all-new collection, you’ll find M/F, F/F, M/M and menage stories at all heat levels and in a variety of genres. No matter what you like in your kinky romances, such as a dash of shapeshifting, non-sparkly vampires, rippling muscles, chanting spells, or old-fashioned spy intrigue, this collection has something for you!
A compilation of short stories from some of the best authors around today. A grab bag of M/M, M/F, F/F and menage from all genres from shapeshifters, werewolves, non sparkly vamps etc. The heat level ranges from simmering to scorching. At 156 pages it’s perfect for a soak in the tub or a quick lunch read and at .99 cents you can’t go wrong so grab it and enjoy, I did. 4 fangs.
Independent reviewer for Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock.