Demon Protector by  Lauren Pilla
Genre -   Romance, Paranormal
Length - 75
TBR Reviewer – Shyla

Ms. Pilla wields descriptions, like a sculpture wields clay.  I could easily visualize each scene as it unfolded. The concept behind, Demon Protector was interesting, and different. I had high hopes. In the end the story was too short for the concept, and the characters needed more time to develop their relationship for me to believe they were in love. The plot also moved too fast. If I found out I was possibly the world’s most powerful witch, and demons were after me I would need some time to assimilate. Falling in love with the demon sent to look after me after a near fatal attack by three of his kind, would not be on my to do list. This story would have been better served by more length and a slower pace.  Scarlet is a sweet girl on the way for her yearly vacation with her three friends from high school. The girls are wealthy, self-centered, and she finds herself asking two main questions:  how they became friends in the first place, and why she hasn’t severed their ties. She’s preparing to leave for their trip when an ominous feeling falls over her.  

It turns out she should have listened to her gut because she’s at the campsite for less than three hours when all hell breaks loose, literally.  The girls morph into demon’s and her true heritage as a witch is revealed by Bo, the sexy demon with a conscious who’s been sent by her parents. The goal is to get her to a safe haven for witches, but with the demon Ryu hell bent on capturing her there are a lot of road blocks to overcome. Bo is a demon who grew a conscious, not a good combination in his world. So he turns rogue and begins to help the witches his boss is determined to slaughter to gain their power. Tall, dark handsome and very French, Bo is a charming choice for a hero. He protects Scarlet and entrances her at the same time. I can’t say I blame her, but with everything going on it was hard to believe it was love and not just lust. 

Demon Protector is an entertaining read, with red hot sex and an interesting concept. What it lacks in depth it makes up for in description.  If you’re looking for an action filled quick read, this is the perfect one for you.

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Paranormal, Romance - Novella
TBR Reviewer: Shyla

This is a completely different take on vampires and the way they operate. I liked the rich details, creative angle and social hierarchy Ms. Pilla set up. From the moment the heroine Anastasia enters the invitation only ball, it feels like we’ve entered a time warp. Hotel Sinn is exquisite, the drinks flow freely and the man who invited her, aka Mr. Sexy is present. We learn soon after that Mr. Sexy is a vampire and the hotel is not what it seemed to be at all. 

A magical entity in itself, it’s like the hotel mentioned by the Eagles, You can check in any time you want but you can never leave. ( yeah I quoted them) . Every one hundred years the hotel revamps itself ( no pun intended) and the vampires invite humans over for a ball that spans a weekend. The catch is these humans became a sacrifice.  You have more questions about this I’m sure, and I’d love to go into detail. But that discovery is for you to make on your own as you read. ;) Despite all the action occurring on the pages, Pilla doesn’t skimp
on the sex. The passion between Anastasia and VIctore is potent and strikes in the most interesting palces. :Coughs: Against the wall on the balcony. I enjoyed her growth throughout the story and the glimpses of her humanidio syncrasies really kept the story on point. IE if I was thrust into the crazy world of vampires and had people messing with my mind I might suddenly develop a pension for panic attacks too. In my mind the small additions like that really helped sell the story. 

The hero, Victore is someone I’m torn about. He was dark, sexy and dangerous, but his emotions seemed a bit off. He went from being amused and attracted to Anastasia to being in love and risking life.  Pacing was a bit of an issue for me with Hotel Sinn. I liked the concepts, but I was overwhelmed by how much I had coming at me.  I think the story as a whole would have benefited from additional length, with Ms. Pilla spending more time on each new twist she introduced to the story.  I enjoyed this story and  I really reccomend it to vamp lovers looking for a new spin.

"I'm glad you came."


More dirty thoughts crossed her mind. Oh Lord help me, his voice sounds like
sex. Is that even possible? “Yes, I'm glad I came too. My name is Anastasia, by
the way." She held out her hand to shake his. He took her hand in his and turned it to kiss the top. His onyx eyes never left hers. Her body melted, her knees went weak,
and she felt a tingle between her thighs. Staring into the man's black eyes, the world
around her seemed to fade away, leaving just him and her.


"My name is Victore." She barely heard him speak, and when he let go of
her hand, she came back to reality. Weird.


"Are you feeling all right?" he asked, concerned.


"Yes, I'm okay; it's just a bit warm in here, and I've had a few glasses of
wine already." Victore extended his hand, and she immediately took it without
a thought. Get a grip, girl, control yourself.


"Come, let me show you the terrace and you can get some fresh air."


She could barely think with her arm in his, feeling like a hormonal
teenager. Anastasia didn't go gaga over a guy like one of those brainless girls.
Did she?


"Do you like what you have seen so far?" he asked. Anastasia nodded
slowly, regaining control over her brain cells. She liked everything,
including Victore.


"Everything is exquisite." She pointed to the ceiling. "Were those carved?
The beams?" she asked.


"Yes," he said simply, and she frowned. Music began to play as they crossed
the ballroom floor.


"Oh, Victore, would you care to dance with me?" she said excitedly.


"I thought you wanted to get some air?" he replied.


"Yes, I do, but after one dance," she pleaded. What was happening to
her? Pleading? She didn't plead. He twirled her around, and she faced him and
his dark, sexy eyes. His pale skin brought out every dark feature—his hair,
his eyes, and his suit—against his flesh. He pulled her close to him, his
arm wrapping around her waist. She felt the heat from his body and something
else. No, it couldn't be.