Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Book Spotlight & Excerpt: "Blue Moon Magic" by Honey Jans



Blue Moon Magic
Honey Jans


One Father.  Two Mothers.  Four siblings.  One incredible night that will change them all forever.



Honey Jans lives in a small Midwestern town with her husband and true inspiration. She is a born romantic with an extraordinarily vivid, yet kinky, imagination.   Honey loves writing erotica and hopes that her stories add a little spice to her readers lives.




Charity rushed back to her office in the IT department, cheeks flaming. At least one of the Langford sisters was getting laid on a regular basis. But really, catching Chas and Justin making love in the executive washroom was just plain embarrassing. Even worse, it brought home to her the sex she wasn’t having. Now she was the one taking pains to keep her fantasy life private.
                Passing her staff, she avoided eye contact only to come upon the immovable object of her guard dog, Lucas Kendal. The PI sat at a desk across from her office where he could keep an eye on her. The work she’d assigned him as a cover sat ignored. Instead, he read an issue of Sports Illustrated; no doubt the swimsuit issue. It was a wonder he hadn’t followed her into the ladies room.
                The man practically oozed sex appeal. Her lips tingled as she stared at him. What might he taste like? She’d love to find out; maybe nibble his square jaw, and dip her tongue into that cute cleft in his chin. “Down, girl,” she muttered in self-recrimination. He’s hired to look after you, not teach you the joys of sex at your old maid age of thirty-two. Just then, he looked up, snagging her gaze, his quirked brow telling her he’d guessed her thoughts.
                Cheeks flaming anew, she quickly shut the door and locked it. Thank goodness, she had her mystery Laird to dim the flames. This sexual itch, combined with the series of hacking attacks she’d thwarted, threatened to drive her crazy. Ending the barrage of attacks with her fireball program had made enemies. The pissed off hackers sent death threats, prompting her father to hire Kendal, who made her want to knock him to the floor and do him. It was a vicious cycle, one she couldn’t break.
                Throwing off those troubling thoughts, she peeled off the jacket of her business suit, loving the way her silk blouse felt against her bare skin, and rushed over to her computer, late for a date with her cyber Master. She had two hours until she had to leave for her staff’s annual weekend getaway to the IT conference. A weekend far away from her annoying babysitter would be wonderful. Maybe she could hook up with a charming stranger in Las Vegas, sow a few wild oats, and get this desire for sex out of her system.
                She slipped into her desk chair and reached for the keyboard. Her excitement building, she logged on to the online sex site she’d discovered last week and looked for his screen name. Yes! He was there. Wolf. A thrill went through her. She logged on as Honey and put on her headset, saying softly, “I’m here, my Laird.”
                “Follow me to our private room.”
                She shivered, hearing his sexy rumble; a thick brogue that rushed over her like warm honey, making her cream as she imagined what was coming. Sex with a guy wearing a kilt -- now, that had kinky possibilities. With guilty pleasure, she murmured, “Yes, my Laird.” She could surrender to her online master, get off, and still maintain an illusion of icy reserve.
                “How many times did you touch yourself today, Honey?”
                His demand to know how many times she’d played with herself made her hesitate. Hell, the man wouldn’t know one way or another if she told the truth or a lie. After a tense moment, she let out a sigh of surrender. Here comes the Langford upbringing again…finish what you start and never lie to anyone about anything. Blushing, she confessed, “Six, my Laird.” His chuckle made her squirm in her chair; she was going to get punished. Good. She thought about the vibrator in her desk drawer; maybe he’d make her come three times in a row like last time.
                “What a naughty girl not to wait for Master’s permission.”
                His scolding echoed her thoughts. Why couldn’t she control herself? “I’m sorry, Sir.” She shivered with delight, getting into the secret fantasy.
                “Did you obey my instructions, Honey?”
                She brushed her bare breasts through her silk blouse, loving the free, sensual feeling of forgoing her usual bra and panties. “Yes, Laird, I’m not wearing underwear.”
                He took in a deep breath. “Good girl. Unbutton your blouse for me and play with your pretty tits.”
                “Yes, my Laird.” Her hands quickly flew to do his bidding, slipping the ivory buttons out of their buttonholes until her blouse hung open. The air conditioning wafted a cool breeze over her budding nipples. With a sigh of pleasure, she cupped her full breasts and fanned her fingertips over the puckered nipples, murmuring at the pleasure. “I’m playing with them, Laird.”
                “Excellent. Imagine it’s my big hands touching them, getting your nipples hard.”
                Closing her eyes, she pictured her mystery Laird, imagining her soft hands becoming his larger, harder ones, his rough fingertips rolling her stiff nipples. “My nipples are so very hard for you, Laird.”
                “Now pinch them for me, Honey, a small punishment for being late.”
                She pinched them firmly, whimpering at the erotic feeling.
                “Good girl, now spread your legs and touch your pussy. Let me know if it’s wet for me.”
                She leaned back in her big desk chair and spread her legs, her hand reaching under her skirt to touch her hot pussy. Her clit was stiff, her pussy quivering, and wet. She rubbed it, moaning. “I’m wet, Sir.”
                “Good. Play with that bad pussy; make it nice and creamy for me, but don’t come.”
                She stroked her wet slit, her thumb rubbing her stiff clit. She couldn’t hold back a moan as she got nearer to orgasm.
                “Imagine it’s my hand touching you, my fingers slipping inside you, getting you ready to be loved.”
                “Yes, my Laird. I’m imagining it’s you. When can we meet for real?” she asked, desperate for a taste of the real thing.
                “When I think you’re ready, Honey, and not before.”

She groaned at his rejection, but it didn’t stop her hot response to his commands, or her growing need for him.
                “Do you like the way it feels when my fingers slip inside you?”
                She panted, her pussy clenching on her fingers as he spoke. “Oh yes, Laird, very much.”
                “Now stop.”
                Trembling on the brink of a huge orgasm, her fingers went still at his command. “Please, Sir.”
                “No. You’re being punished for playing with yourself earlier. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
                Charity moaned as he disconnected and tried to stop, but couldn’t. Her fingers plunged into her wet pussy, pretending they were her mystery Laird’s. Ripples gathered, and she exploded into orgasm. She was dimly aware of her office door opening as she came.
                Lucas Kendal stood inside Charity Langford’s office doorway blocking anyone passing by from ogling his beautiful she-wolf mate in the throes of passion. Still shaken by the culture shock of being rescued by the Elite, only to have his half-brother Lash killed in the raid, he was still trying to get his bearings. The cyber sex he’d initiated to get her ready for mating had backfired, making him frustrated and horny as hell. Keeping his promise to take Lash’s place as Charity’s mate -- and not succumb to her charms -- was going to be harder than he’d thought. That wasn’t the only thing hard, he thought ruefully, his cock throbbing.
                He'd protect her; teach her passion, and who she was before she dumped him. He was no more than a stud. Hell, he ought to be used to it after the Betas’ breeding farm. After the danger of the Blue Moon was past, her father would choose a more suitable husband for her, and he would move on, ever moving in the shadowy world of the Alphas. Still, he couldn’t help watching her in the throes of an orgasm he’d initiated.
                Charity’s beautiful face was flushed with passion, her headset still in place, her eyes shut, as the extended orgasm swept her away. His hunter’s gaze focused hungrily on her beautiful bare breasts, the pink nipples like ripe strawberries. How he ached to taste them. The sweet sound of ecstasy pouring from her full red lips was like music to his ears, and like an aphrodisiac to any rogue wolf within a sixty-yard radius. This was no longer about a turf war between wolfen societies. From the moment he’d met her two weeks ago this had turned very personal.
                What a naughty girl to disobey him and keep playing with herself. She was so exquisitely responsive; it was hard for him to restrain his animal instincts. He itched to take her over his knee in retribution and then make love to her until she couldn’t think straight. “Want me to take care of that for you, love?” he asked, working hard to keep the sibilant hiss of his Scot’s ancestry out of his voice. It wouldn’t do for her to guess that he and her Laird were one and the same. He watched her big violet eyes pop open.
                Lucas smiled as her mouth formed a perfect “O” of shock, but true to her royal status, her dismay soon was replaced by an imperious glare.
                “Who gave you a key to my office?” she demanded, quickly pulling her hand out from under her skirt and reaching for her blouse.

                He kicked shut the door and held up his bare hands. “Look, love, no key. The door was unlocked.” He didn’t bother mentioning his fully developed skills gave him powers she’d never dreamed of. Opening a locked door was easy. He’d walk through fire to get to her and keep her safe. He closed the distance between them, noting her trembling hands as she buttoned her blouse. The lady wasn’t as unperturbed as she pretended to be. Good, it suited him to keep her off balance. “We need to talk about this weekend.”
                “Save your breath, Kendal, I’m going.”
                “Have it your way,” he murmured, focusing on her stiff nipples showing clearly through her silk blouse. “I’ll have to go with you.”
                Noting the direction of his stare, she scowled and swiveled her desk chair so that her back was to him. She stood and put on her blazer. “I’ll see you at the airport, then.”
                “It doesn’t work that way and you know it. I’ve arranged transport for us. I’ll be here to collect you in half an hour,” he said, walking out of the room. For all his sexual experience, he couldn’t help feeling like the vulnerable one.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Book Spotlight and Giveaway: "The Dark Man's Son" by Meg Whitlock



Finding Love When You’re the Personification of Evil

            Whoa, that’s quite a title. Sets the stage for something a little…different, I guess. I kind of had the idea of writing a personal ad from the point of view of Cassius, one of the main characters in my book The Dark Man’s Son, but then I decided that was cheesy. So here’s what’s happening instead….
            Love is a major theme of Dark Man. Alex, the Guardian of Light, is all about it. She loves everyone and she always looks for the best in anyone she meets. Cassius, the Guardian of Evil, is the opposite. He finds and discards lovers the way most of us change our socks. He never even gives them another thought, unless he decides they can serve him in other ways.
            You might be asking yourself what a guy like that is doing with a kid. I mean, he doesn’t exactly sound like father of the year material, right? That’s kind of a funny story, and you’ll learn a good deal more about it if you read the book, so I won’t go into it here. What I’m here to talk about is more the mythology behind it all.
            When I set out to create the Guardians, eventually one of the ideas I had to wrestle with was progeny. Would they have any? If so, how would that work? They’ve existed since almost the beginning of time, and over the eons they’ve both had a lot of lovers. Birth control wasn’t exactly reliable back in the day, so, what? Some sort of Guardian magic trick that prevented conception? Or did they have hundreds of little half-Guardian hybrid babies running hither and yon?
            None of those solutions worked for me. Instead I decided that each Guardian could have one child, just one, and the conditions for that child’s conception had to be just right. First and foremost, the parents had to be in love. We’re talking big-L love here, Princess Bride style True Love. Alex falls in love really easily, but that type of love is rare.
            Her kid, in case you’re wondering, was born about three-thousand years ago and met an untimely end. Again, read the book! You can learn a whole lot more about Vanant, her son, and Arad, his father, in the forthcoming sequel to Dark Man. I’m planning to make the Arad/Alex love story a central storyline of it.
            Anyway. You can imagine for someone like Cassius, falling in love is much trickier. How can a creature who is, quite literally, the personification of evil fall in love? Honestly I’m not entirely sure.
            He met the right woman. He was in the right place in his existence. The long, long years have mellowed him somewhat.
            All of those answers are right, I think, but none of them tell the whole story. None of them are the answer.
            Simply put, it was inevitable. Not destined, like his fate wasn’t his own, but rather eventually even a creature whose sole purpose is to spread destruction and discord was bound to meet the one person he couldn’t treat like old socks. Was she some sort of demigod super woman? Nope. She was an ordinary person. A regular chica. She just refused to put up with his nonsense.
            Eventually she did leave him to protect her son. And Cassius let her go. To the Dark Guardian, that act of letting her walk away was the ultimate gesture of love. That’s how he knew she was the one.
            The sad part for Cassius, the thing that he tries to hide with his glib humor and casual cruelty, is that he’ll never love again. Not like that. Not with a big L. His son is proof that he felt that way at least once, and that’s why Cassius is so willing to sacrifice everything for him.
            Is Cassius’ son his chance for redemption? Cassius neither needs nor wants redemption, so that’s really a pointless question. His son is, instead, his reminder that Alex was right all along. Love is the point, and we’re far less without it than we are with it. He kind of hates it when she’s right.



The Dark Man’s Son
By Meg Whitlock
Guardian Chronicles #1

Genre: urban fantasy
ISBN: 9781476329390 Smashwords/iBooks/Sony only
ASIN: B0088RTUJO
BN ID: 2940014752671

Number of pages: 285


Blurb/Book Description:

She claimed the muggers were demons, but of course Jason didn’t believe her. At first.

When a mysterious woman appears in a dirty alley to rescue Jason Latimer from a pair of muggers, he tries to write her off as a garden variety lunatic. But he can’t shake the memory of her intense green eyes that seemed to flash gold, or the glowing sword she’d worn on her hip.

She calls herself Alex (no last name) like she’d made it up on the spot, and she offers Jason her protection. From what, she can’t or won’t say. He refuses, and that night he dreams of a dark man with the same offer. His black eyes flash blood and garnet, and he smells of burning things. Jason refuses him, too.

A chance meeting brings Alex and Jason together again, and she tells him of the Guardians: two immortal beings created near the beginning of time with the express purpose of fighting for mortal-kind’s soul. She is Light, and the man from Jason’s dream is Dark. Jason must choose, because Lucifer, for reasons purely his own, has unleashed the armies of Hell to hunt Jason down.

But there are things about Jason that not even he knows, and he’ll face hard truths and bitter choices as he struggles to find his place in a world redefined. Will he rise to the challenge, or, when the time comes, will he falter?

From Renaissance Florence to the French Revolution, from World War II to the modern streets of New Orleans, The Dark Man’s Son is a riveting journey filled with unforgettable characters, wry humor, dark twists, and a touch of romance.

 
Meg Whitlock has been writing nearly all her life, and she’s glad she finally got over her laziness and wrote the book she’s been dreaming about for years. She graduated from Queens University of Charlotte with a BA in Comparative Arts with an Art History specialization and an Ancient History minor…which is a mouthful no matter how you say it. She has four cats (including an invisible one), a car named Babar, and a vivid imagination.
In 2001 her one-act play, “The Shoebox,” was produced by Catawba College in Salisbury, NC and presented at the American College Theatre Festival. She was honored by Art:21 and the Mint Museum of Art for her essay “Kara Walker: Using Stereotypes to Provoke Thought,” and she’s won awards for both her fiction and non-fiction writing.


 Meg has generously donated a ebook copy of her book "The Dark Man's Son" to giveaway to one lucky commenter. Just leave a meaningful comment with your email address to be entered.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Review: "The Devil You Know" by Victoria Vane


"The Devil You Know"
Author: Victoria Vane
Series: The Devil DeVere #3
Genre: Historical Romance
Pages: 175
ISBN: 9781771018043
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: July 27, 2012 by Breathless Press
Author's Website: http://authorvictoriavane.com



Goodreads Blurb:
 When dealing with the devil it's easy to be burned… especially when passion ignites the flames.
Who can find a virtuous woman… Beautiful, respectable, and dutiful, Lady Diana Palmerston-Wriothesley has long resigned herself to her decade-long loveless and childless marriage to a feckless husband…until his gambling pushes them to the brink of financial ruin.

Sometimes the devil is in disguise…as a gentleman… Viscount Ludovic, "The Devil DeVere", is a man accustomed to taking what he wants according to his whim and heedless of the cost…until he encounters a woman who won't be had at any price.

When dealing with the devil, it's easy to be burned… When Diana discovers a secret that shatters the carefully built fa├žade concealing her private pain, she seeks aid and comfort from the most unlikely place…the devil's arms. But will a single night of heavenly passion damn them both forever?


My Review:
   A deliciously shocking addition to the DeVere Series that was jam packed full of jaw dropping surprises. This is the third book in the Devil DeVere Series (the series MUST be read in order) and it clarified many questions that lingered of past relations with Diana and DeVere from the others in the series. We also got to know more of what made our devilish DeVere who he’s reputed to be and some of the why(s). It was a great experience to have the guarded DeVere open to us all. I'm loving him more and more as the series goes on!

Diana is a married woman and not by choice. It was arranged by her parents and followed through to tie her to their lands and fortunes. She’s been miserable ever since. One would think after being married to a person for a decade they would truly know the person. Diana shockingly found out many long kept secrets that her husband has kept guarded. Those secrets answered many questions and brought forth much treachery, deceit and loss. Diana goes to the only person she feels can help her in this situation, DeVere. Will she regret the decision she has made to go to him for help or will all fall into place as planned?

DeVere is the devil in disguise. He’s a tasty specimen of a man and has many indulgences. But when Diana approaches him with a request of help; he’s not only ready willing and able. He has a very strong attraction and desire to have Diana in his grasp and as his.

There are two characters’ I feel I must vent about. They both should truly hold the name of the devil for they make DeVere look like an absolute saint! I disliked Caroline from her introduction into the book. She’s very manipulative, deceitful, cruel and just all around a horrible person. Then there’s Reggie, Diana’s husband. What a waste of a man. He’s a lying, cheating, abusive sack of crap and I was thrilled he received his just deserts ;)

There’s something about romantic historical that brings a different feel of sensuality forth. I think it may be the dialogue that is used. It's very different from what we hear every day. It brings about a thrill of anticipation when the dialogue is written out with the accompanying actions. It's a different kind of HOT that anyone that enjoys historical and romance can appreciate. I'm excited to see where Victoria takes us next!

Next book, please :)


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Review: "Cowboy Outcasts" by Stacey Espino


"Cowboy Outcast"
Author: Stacey Espino
Genre: Erotica, Menage MFM, Western Romance
Pages: 103
ISBN: 9781771300667
Source: Purchased at Allromance
Published: July 2, 2012 by Evernight Publishing
Author's Website: http://www.staceyespino.com



Goodreads Blurb:
 Callum O’Shea has segregated himself from a world that rejected him since childhood. His older brother, Arden, protected him from life…but even he can only take so much of the isolation.

When a young university student offers to help with Callum’s hog problem in exchange for room and board, he’s not in a financial position to refuse. He’s surprised when she doesn’t judge him for his Tourette’s Syndrome. But he’s learned that good things rarely last.

Hailey Watson tried to prove her parents wrong by being the best scientist she could be. When her research funding is cut off, her world spirals out of control. With the help of Callum and Arden, the reclusive Irish cowboys, she learns there is more to life than success at her job. But are the two hardcore cowboys capable of real love?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex.


My Review:
   I love Stacey Espino's work and Cowboy Outcasts was no different of an experience for me. There was so much one could relate to from daily everyday life in the norm. Very passionate, loving and emotional read with an explosive touch of sex as only she can write it. I found it refreshingly different and would recommend to all that enjoy this genre (erotic-menage-western). A fan of Stacey or not :)

Hailey is a rarity. Beside being intelligent, she's beautiful, kind, caring, loving and non judgmental. Her grant has finished and she's trying to find a way to continue her studies. Just when it seemed nothing positive was going to happen, a friend of hers hands her a flyer for a farm looking for exactly what her specialty is. After one failed attempt to speak with the farmer and convince him she could help him. She decides to go and speak with him in person. That's when she meets Callum.

Callum lives in his own world by choice. His brother Arden up and left over a year ago. Leaving him to his own devices. Callum was picked on from a very young age due to his Tourette's Syndrome, he's learned to be alone and has enjoyed it. Well that's what he thought anyway, until he met Hailey Watson. A beautiful young scientist that is freely willing to help him with his hog problem for free.

This is a great read for ANYONE that loves a hot cowboy. Wait! Make that two hot cowboys. It's written very different from many of the others out there. I loved this most because the men were far from perfect and that made them all of the more desirable.


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Review: "More Sex" by Leanore Elliott


"More Sex"
Author: Leanore Elliott
Series: Erotique Content Series
Genre: Erotica
Pages: 175
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: June 9, 2012 by Wicked MusePublishing
Author's Website: http://wickedmusepublishing.webs.com



Goodreads Blurb:
 Wicked Leanore writes hot sex with an emotional tie, so this is not your average trashy type, one-night-stand erotica, but it’s a body squirming, hot flash worthy anthology and definitely naughty enough. These sex stories are all filled with sexual intensity and some are light BDSM and not for the timid reader. All of them imbued with different appetites and preferences, but with one thing in common—they will get you hot.
This is for those of us who just want…MORE SEX
DEDICATED
Pearl was utterly helpless while her thighs opened wider and he sucked harder. “Please, oh!” she begged as he pulled in every drop she had, the drawing overwhelming as she shuddered violently in his grip. “Please, it’s too much, please?” she pleaded.
SATISFACTION GURANTEED
The feeling of his silky length sliding along her slick, wet, sensitized clit was so glorious, wicked and sinful, she shivered with an expectant delight.Claire wondered at just that second, if this was what a cock tease really was. ‘Not the girl teasing the cock, but the cock actually teasing the girl!’
CONQUER ME
“But you will, my sexy slave…you will,” Lena threatened with a wicked smile. “As a warrior, I'm sure you've tamed a wild horse or two.” She looked around the room and saw the horse tack on the far wall. “And seeing that you do ride horses, I knew the equipment had to be here somewhere.” Her eyes settled on a mean looking leather crop. She raised a brow at him. “I bet a strong, swaggering man like you has never been whipped with one of your own riding crops.”
THE HAT TRICK
“See? You’re comfortable with me,” he prompted. “You don’t pant like a bitch in heat when I…”
Miranda bit at her lip. "No, but it could happen in a millisecond…me—you—doggy style? And I would howl to the fucking moon!" She took a deep breath. "Steady, Fifi, steady."
THE VIEW
Rich was stroking in accord to her strokes. He had no control over any of it. If she stopped before she got hot and came, he would go without release tonight. Her finger sped up as his thoughts cheered, Yes, baby, yes. She leaned her body back and licked her lips.He knew, because he had memorized every trait, every nuance and the binoculars swept higher to eventually see her tongue come out and swipe her lips.
MINE
Jewel thought she might die from an overpowering wave of bliss, agony and joy. His threat of allowing her to take him deep in her throat caused another wave of weak neediness to ripple through her. She was stunned with the realization that he knew how to discipline in such mind-blowing ways that she never dreamed of before.
60,000 words




My Review:
   This is a collection of 6 amazingly HOT, sexy, adventurous, drool worthy erotic stories by the very imaginative and creative Leanore Elliot. Each one gives you a thrill of sexual excitement that leaves you panting for more! A great read for ALL erotic fans.

DEDICATED- Pearl has worked with Taylor for over a year. She's had feelings for him since day one. But never did a thing about it. It's hard when the person you are in love with is your boss and shows no mutual interest.

SATISFACTION GUARANTEED- Claire is an unusual woman. She has no sexual fantasies and has never came to completion during intercourse. A friend of hers decided to help her out by paying for a night of amazing sex with an even more amazing male specimen. You have to read on to see if the guarantee is made right by and if Claire indeed gets "F@%ked ten ways to heaven" :)

CONQUER ME- Lena is a single, independent, self reliant business woman who is on her way to make a proposal to take on some Indian land. Her mouth goes dryer than the surrounding desert when she sees who is to escort her to speak with the land owner (WOWZERS!) What has she walked into? Let me just say every one of her dreams and desires are about to be mastered!

THE HAT TRICK- Miranda is a reporter and she wants to write a piece about sex, the ultimate piece! Not just plain old vanilla sex, she wants hard core, no holds barred sex that one would think they can only truly read about. She meets up at the contact spot to get what she asked for. But ends up with a whole lot more than just watching for her story. Hold on tight for a wild ride that has everything to do with The Hat Trick!

THE VIEW- A peeping Tom (named Rich) is infatuated with his neighbor and basically stops all after work activity just to go watch her beauty. Day after day he waits, watches and other things. One day he notices he's not only doing the watching, but is being watched himself by another beauty of a woman he's never noticed before. He's caught, busted and now stops his watching. After some time of getting back to actually living he arrives home to find a note on his door. That's when everything really changes.

MINE- Jewel is submissive through and through. Her relationships are all D/S relationships. She recently escaped an abusive Dom by the skin of her teeth only to run into a life saving taxi driver named Rober. Rober helps to keep her as safe as can be. But she's missing something. Something major and will find out what it is with a shock!


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Review: "In Heat" by Felicity Heaton

"In Heat"
Author: Felicity Heaton
Series: In Heat #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: ebook novella
ISBN: 9781452394060
Source: Free ebook from Amazon
Published: June 1, 2007 by Alinar Publishing
Author's Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk

Goodreads Blurb:
A heat wave isn’t the only thing making London too hot for lawyer Kim. She’s been spending each night with a man who sets her body and heart on fire. The problem? He’s a man that always sprouts black fur and purrs, and he’s only a dream. Walking into work on the hottest day of the year, the last thing she expects is to meet Erik, a man who send her temperature soaring and who resembles her dream guy exactly.

A black panther shape-shifter, Erik Blackwell has been searching for his mate for twenty-seven years. The visions they share each night are getting hotter but finding her is proving impossible as he’s never seen her face. That is, until it turns out she’s working as his lawyer on his contract negotiations with his brother, Alistair.

Kim can’t deny her attraction to Erik. The heat she feels with him is intense and it’s only a matter of time before they surrender to their desires, but something haunts her. Is Erik really the man of her dreams? If so, can he grow fur and purr? And what about the terrible feeling she has about Alistair and the contract? How far is he willing to go to get his hands on the company Erik owns?

What will Kim do when she discovers Erik’s secret? Will she turn her back on him, or will she complete the mating and become like him so they can be together forever?


My Review:

   Have to love a book that starts off good and steamy! WAM! The build was a bit slow on Kim and Erik's actual relationship, but effective, sensual and exciting just the same.

A woman (Kim) who feels like a plain Jane has been having erotic dreams about one particular male for some time. She feels it’s an impossibility to get someone so attractive to like her (even though she’s yet to see his face). But behold! Once she meets her dream guy she sees the interest in his eyes and gets all flustered from the attention. Especially since she met him on the job. Relationships with clients are forbidden in the workplace. But it’s hard to resist even the thought of it with someone as yummy as Erik Blackwell.

Erik has had dreams about this beautiful woman for over 20 years. He knows she’s his mate. But there is only so much he can share with her because he’s scared she'll run away and he'll lose his one and only chance at claiming his mate. Trying to progress with many secrets becomes an impossibility. Now he just has to build the courage to let her know that he’s a shape shifter. A black panther to be exact and that she is indeed his mate.

It’s so hard for them to resist the pull they have toward one another. Kim is confused as to what and why these feelings and the pull is so irresistible. Erik is completely irresistible to her. Little things bring out so much. Like in her dreams, he seems to know exactly what to do and say. Will they be able to become true mates before her heat is over? There are quite a few obstacles that get in the way or their relationship and its progress. Some that leave you cursing like a sailor. But regardless, if you are a lover of paranormal (especially hot shifters) you will love this book ;)

I have to mention (because I took notice of it). There is not as much dialogue in this book compared to what one would normally see. It does not take away from the impact of it. But is different and I liked the style of it. We are more in the heads of the characters and got the full effect of what they were really thinking instead of just what was being said.



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Saturday, July 28, 2012

"Hacienda Moon" by KaSonndra Leigh

Reading Addiction Blog Tours


Gothic Romance

Date Published: July 28


Synopsis:

A Pathseekers Novel

Love, obsession, and betrayal, the most powerful

human emotions, are spun together in this gothic

novel. Tandie Harrison is a police medium who has just

suffered a divorce after losing both her psychic visions

and her daughter in a car accident. When she leaves

New York City to start a new life near her hometown,

she moves into the alluring plantation house, Chelby

Rose, and falls for its enigmatic caretaker, Eric

Fontalvo. Their burgeoning affair ignites a century

old curse, ensnaring them in a web of danger, deceit,

and intrigue. Soon Tandie learns that in placid Bolivia,

the worlds of the living and the dead are dangerously

connected.



Hacienda Moon is a seductive tale of one woman’s

journey to confront the demons of her past and find the

courage to face her future. It is a mesmerizing novel

that explores the deepest depths of human nature, and

the characters will hold and haunt you long after you

have read the final chapter.

Hacienda Moon by KaSonndra Leigh

"How many months has it been since you last had sex?" Frieda asked Tandie while taking a drink. She nearly spit out her Bahama Mama as she glanced around the club full of people, thankful they sat in a place where a rock band was playing.  "It's okay to say: 'Frieda I haven't had sex in ages. Jack was a royal bastard who made me feel like the ice queen. So I never wanted any.' "Frieda took another swallow of her drink.
Even Tandie had to laugh, even though she was glad to be the designated driver. “Must we talk about something like that in a club?”
"Like that? Do you mean to say sex? Let me hear you say it?" Frieda teased.
Tandie rolled her eyes upward. "You know what I meant."
“If we weren’t in a club, you would still clam up. Mental note to me: Must take my bestie out more often before she forgets how to have any kind of fun at all. Deal?”
“All right, deal. Anything to keep you quiet.” Tandie glanced around, taking in the club scene. She hadn’t been anywhere near a dance floor like this one in almost six years. Getting involved with someone hadn’t even crossed her mind, especially while she still grieved for Breena. In the presence of a cute guy, she either stuttered or dropped her tampons at his feet.
“Frieda Tyson. You made it,” a dark-haired woman with a braid sweeping her waistline announced. A gangly man stood behind her, scoffing. Dressed in an apron, he was the thinnest male Tandie had ever seen. Spiky brown hair gave him a rock star look and the thick-rimmed glasses he wore reminded her of a movie she couldn't quite finger.
“It was those tips and pointers you gave me. Now I know why you’re such a good therapist.” The two women exchanged laughs, while the gangly man standing behind them shook his head and sighed.
"Excuse, me," he said to Tandie and Frieda, "Shania, can you tell me where to sit this box of glasses. It feels like I'm holding an elephant."
"Gus, my fearless multi-tasker. Meet my co-worker, Frieda, and her sidekick I haven't met," Shania said. Her voice was light and her carefree attitude made Tandie want to know more about her.
Frieda turned to Tandie. “This is my good girlfriend, Tandie Harrison. She recently moved back here. Keep an eye on this chick, Shania. She intends to be a bestselling author.”
“Ah yes. I’ve read one of your non-fiction pieces. I especially enjoyed the one where you explain how you channel psychic energy. Excellent piece of literature,” Shania said and turned to Gus. "Put those over behind the wet bar. Those are for the Geisha celebration next week."
"It's about time," he muttered and turned to Tandie and Frieda, "Nice meeting you ladies. Try not to be strangers." His eyes were locked on Tandie, making her feel uneasy.
“Thanks,” Tandie said. Gus nodded and moved on toward the bar.
Tandie's gaze drifted off to the right side of Shania. The man sitting at the bar, the same man she’d run into at the airport a week ago, had his gaze locked on her. Tandie looked away, pretending not to notice him. But each time she glanced back in his direction he was still watching. Her breath hitched, and her pulse increased. It was the same feeling she experienced before when she last saw him.
Hugging her shoulders, she suddenly had the urge to leave the area. Frieda and Shania were engrossed in their own conversation, so Tandie had no problem slipping away.
She had wanted to investigate the rooftop dining area ever since they arrived. She headed up the steps leading to the balcony, taking in a quick breath when the cool nighttime wind bit into the top Frieda made her wear. A July night at the beach sometimes packed the same ice-cold punch as a September one. There were fewer people sitting at the tables.
Leaning on the rail facing the ocean, she took in the black view and listened to the waves sloshing against shores invisible in the nighttime hours. Something rode the waves in the distance. At first glance it resembled a cruise ship sailing along fully lit. Tandie moved over to the telescope attached to the rail and glanced at the ship. Inside the lens, the ship’s form changed. It was more like a blurry silhouette of a ship. Straining to focus on it, Tandie stretched her eyes until they felt dry. And then like magic, the ship disappeared completely from view. No lights, blurry outlines, no nothing. “Whoa. Too much Bahama Mama tonight, I think.”
"Nope. It's not your wine. Not that you'd be the type to get drunk," a woman's deeply accented voice said from behind her. The woman dressed in a red shirt and black jeans was pretty in a gothic kind of way. Her dark red lips blended in with her deep auburn tresses; but her eyes lined with mascara reminded Tandie of a burglar.  "There's really a ship out there, but only certain ones of us can see it. Creepy isn't it?"
The woman studied the ocean, lost in her thoughts. Tandie always attracted strangers who would suddenly start spilling all their secrets. It had been that way for her ever since she was a little girl. But this woman along with the disappearing ship she had just seen succeeded in making her jittery. The chill in the air increased and the thin cottony blouse she wore did a lousy job of blocking any wind.
"Wow. It's really cold up here. I'm heading back inside."
"Don't you wanna know why you can see it?" the woman asked.
An invisible force stopped Tandie in her tracks. There was no way this woman could be talking about the ship she just saw. "Not really, I’m good," Tandie answered truthfully, turning to study her face.
"We can see it because I'm touched by death. And you…" she turned and narrowed her eyes at Tandie. "You got the witches mark. I can smell dark magic on somebody all the way from my house."
Feeling a bit anxious, Tandie turned to go back inside the club. The woman moved in her path and stepped closer to her face. "You stay away from what's mine, witch. Do you hear me?"
"I don't even know you. It would be hard to take something from a person I don't even know," Tandie said, inching back toward the telescope. She really wished her psychic intuition still worked.
"Abby! What's going on?" a male's deep voice said behind the woman. She flashed a bright smile just before she turned around and said, "Not a thing. We girls were just having a little chat."
It was him, the man from the airport and the bar. He strolled toward them. His dark shirt and blue jeans gave him a strikingly mysterious appearance under the balcony’s lights. With his gaze locked on Tandie, she suddenly understood the woman's warning. Sure, he was drop-dead sexy; but it was more like the turn-me-into-a-zombie kind of death. That way I can come back and kidnap you when I'm ready.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Abby doesn't mean to be this way. We still have to keep child locks on the cupboards because of her."
Abby clucked her tongue. "Don't you dare talk down to me."
"Look, people. I don’t have a clue about who you two are; but y’all need to work out your problems. I'm heading back inside to get my friend. Try to have a good night," Tandie said and headed back into the club before the man could say anything else, and before that woman accused her of being a witch again.

KaSonndra Leigh was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. She now lives
in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. She likes to
write about people doing fantastical things in magical worlds. Her two
sons have made her promise to write a boy book next.

She holds the MFA in creative writing, and loves to play CLUE,

Monopoly (the Indiana Jones version), and Pandora's Box (good writer's
block therapy). She lives in an L-shaped house with a garden dedicated
to her grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies,
Venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.

Twitter: @kasonndraleigh


Friday, July 27, 2012

Guest Post & Giveaway: "Guardian of Fate" by L.J. Kentowski

I happy to have author L.J. Kentowski here to do a guest post and talk about her new book "Guardian of Fate". You can scroll down to the next post to read Ava's review. L.J. has also donated a ebook copy of Guardian of Fate to giveaway to one lucky commenter. 

Thanks so much for having me today on the blog! I’m so happy to be here with all of you today!

The story of Guardian Of Fate began with Cassandra Cosgrove and her visions. At the time, I had no idea where these visions would lead her or why, but as I got further into them, I realized how deep-rooted these visions were to her. As I started to flesh out who she was as a Guardian Of Fate, more characters started to take shape, bringing conflict to her world. Before long, I had a whole crew of supernatural characters with powers that came from nowhere. Let me say that again, they came from nowhere. You see the problem with this, right? So did I, and that is why I needed to start building my supernatural world.

What you’re about to see has never been seen before by the naked eye…well, except for mine…and maybe one other person…or two. Anyway, this is my creation of Sheol, or Hell, as most of us would refer to it. Please keep in mind, that this was the Hell built for GOF, and bears no affiliation to any religions, beliefs, politics, or personal demons. It is raw, and probably has a few grammatical errors, but it will give you a great picture of how Cassandra’s world came to be in Guardian Of Fate.

Enter at your own risk…

Creation of Sheol
Hadraniel, an angel in charge of protecting humanity fell in love with another angel, Anael. She was said to have powers of unimaginable beauty that no one could deny. Hadraniel was sent away for a time and Nergal, another angel, saw Anael and fell so in love with her that he tricked her into thinking Hadraniel would be gone forever so he could be with her. She gave in him andWhen Hadraniel found out what Nergal had done he was so upset that he declared war over Nergal and banded together with several other angels to force Nergal and Anael far out of their world.
Nergal soon realized that Anael was not the same woman that she had been when she was part of humanity. Without her soul, she was not longer a tempting beauty, but a cold, lifeless being. Nergal became resentful to Hadraniel for forcing him out to live the rest of eternity with Anael as she was. He vowed to avenge himself by taking human souls that were meant for Heaven before their time of death. These souls were forced to live as slaves and workers to build the city that he eventually claimed to be king over, Sheol. Nergal eventually tired of having to steal all of these souls himself so he started using some of the souls he’d gained in his kingdom to do his dirty work. These souls became Core Demons, sent out to steal the souls, or cores, of righteous humans. Nergal’s ultimate plan was to take over all of humanity and force the angels of Heaven that had ousted him into submission. He planned to be King over all of the worlds: Heaven, Sheol, and human existence.
Hadraniel soon realized that Nergal was creating an army of demons to steal souls meant for Heaven. He got together with the Heavenly Council that resided over the angels and they decided to find exceptional humans that they would give powers to humans that would allow them to detect these core demons in order to prevent the soul-stealing. They named these selected humans, the Guardians of Fate. Only the angels were able to detect these supernatural humans.
Nergal’s Core Demons were eventually brought to a halt and what the Heavenly Council didn’t account for was that Nergal was still an Angel and he was able to detect these Guardians. Nergal found one of them and forced him to drink the blood of one of his Core Demons. With the blood of a demon, the Guardian became a new kind of demon for Sheol. With the blood of a demon and the blood of a Guardian, these demons were able to detect the Guardians made from the Heavenly Council. Nergal sent more and more of these demons out to give their blood to unsuspecting Guardians to be turned. Eventually Nergal had an army of what he called Seekers within Sheol as well.
These forces continue to battle for the souls of humanity, each hoping to win the war of the worlds with their armies.

So, what do you think? Pretty creepy stuff, hey? I really had a lot of fun creating Sheol, and even thought that one day I might end up with a prequel to GOF from it if I got really motivated. Maybe someday. But first, we need to find out how Cassandra survives being center stage in all of that mess!

Thanks so much for having me everyone! Hope you enjoyed today’s stop on the tour! See you soon!

LJ

 
Guardian Of Fate
L.J. Kentowski
Fate Series, Book #1

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance


ISBN: 978-0615581514
ASIN: B006LEFWU2

Number of pages: 302
Word Count: 78,483


Book Description:

Fear of death is all too common. Visions of it chill the bones and skip heartbeats. Seeing it coming and knowing only you can rescue the soul of the victim from the fiery bowels of hell…that’s downright life-altering.

Cassandra Cosgrove’s life was altered at the age of sixteen when she found out that it was her responsibility to save the lives, and ultimately the souls, of innocent victims targeted by Hell’s demons. As impossible as it seemed at first, she was able to live a fairly normal life, while secretly fulfilling her obligation as a Guardian of Fate.

But years later Fate has its own plan when her visions begin drastically changing at the same time two mysterious men appear in her life. Cassandra suddenly finds herself caught in a battle between good and evil, with her own soul on the line. When it seems everyone in her life has a secret they’ve been hiding from her, who can she trust to be the Guardian of her Fate?


 
L.J. Kentowski is living in disguise as the author of her debut novel, Guardian Of Fate, working diligently on the subsequent novels in the Fate series. Her true identity as Supermom and Superwife, living in the Midwest with SuperDog must never be revealed without security clearance. Every day, after tucking in her 6yr old talking prodigy, she rips off her cape and delves into the world of angels, demons, and the in-betweens.







L.J. has donated a ebook copy of "Guardian of Fate" to giveaway to one lucky commenter. All you have to do to enter is follow me in some way then leave a comment telling me how you follow and under what name. Don't forget your email address so I can contact the winner. This giveaway is International.



 
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