My name’s Tevy and you’ll find me staring out the window of a psychiatric center. I’m not crazy, I don’t think. I see angels. Not the sweet faced, flowing robe kind either. I see sword-wielding, flying over our heads and killing each other angels. Everyone thinks I’m nuts, which is why I’m in here. For a while, I thought maybe that something went wrong in my head, maybe from my parents dying. But I was wrong, terribly wrong about everything: my parents, the angels, who I truly am or rather what I am. Once I’m out, I have to dodge the angels without raising anyone's suspicions including the boy next door that has some secrets of his own. Dylan soon learns I’m not as normal as I pretend to be, but will he tell? Crazy or not, I can’t go back to the isolation ward.
Justice Alexandre kills for a living. A lover of the shadows, he makes no
excuses for what he does. Besides, people bore him. He has no use for them…until
a hot summer night in a Toronto nightclub. A woman with misery in her eyes
whispers three words in his ear, shattering his world like shards of crystal at
She wants to lose herself—or maybe find herself, Myka Prentiss can’t
readily decide. What she does know is the dark stranger hugging the shadows at
the back of the club calls to her in ways she can’t explain. Putting fear aside,
accepting the heady pull, she makes her move and asks for one nameless night.
Nothing between them but hot sweat and tangled sheets. He accepts.
When they’re done, she walks away, wanting more. Back to an unfulfilled life, she’s comforted only by her memories…until her dark stranger shows up at her door with an announcement. He’s been hired to kill her.
Ms. Ashton delivers yet another scorcher, with a killer plot, literally. One Wicked Night centers around our heroine, Myka Prentiss, and the man hired to kill her, our hero Justice aka Mr. Dark. (yes he’s as yummy as he sounds). Myka’s been held under her father, Senator Prentiss’s thumb her whole life. Like a puppet on astring she’s been manipulate and bullied to conform to his demands. Repressed and unhappy she flees to a club one night seeking an escape from a reality that has become too much.
Freedom is delivered in the form of the sexy, chocolate coated man she refers
to as Mr. Dark. No names, and just one night are the rules she lays down,
and when Mr. Dark accepts were dished up a steaming helping of down and dirty sex that takes the edge of both characters, and me. If I hadn’t all ready been
missing my hubby who’s away for training, this scene would have done the
The night of passion is more than a fond memory when it leaves its mark on Mr.
Dark who we come to know as Justice. It’s not like him to linger, but he sees his
her face every where he turns. When he receives the order for the hit and finds her photo in the file for a moment he things he’s hallucinating.
From the moment Justice rescues her, the bond between them is undeniable. More than just sexual, this connection allows them to bring out the best in each other. Myka finds thebackbone her Father has almost decimated, and Justice finally conquers the demons of his past so he can move forward. Their transformations were beautiful to wittness, and though their heart aches filled me with sadness. Those events made the love they found so much sweeter.
It was easy to get lost in this world of mystery, intrigue. The twists and turns of
this tale left me with my jaw hanging to the ground before it was all said and done. This is story telling at its best.
The sex for me was on a whole other level with, toys, handcuffs,and
anal play that went both ways. By the time the scenes are done you will be ready
to grab your significant other and get to work.
I’drecommend this story to anyone. It’s a romance that’s found the perfect balance of plot, erotic content and romance. I will say though, if you’re not a fan of graphic sex be prepared to step outside of your comfort zone. You may just find you like over here with us on the darkside.
Once outside, Myka stood against the exterior wall of the club and waited. The
whisper of cool air on the nape of her neck felt like a lover’s caress. She
crossed her arms over her chest, then changed her mind and let them hang loose
at her sides.
He wasn’t coming.
What was she thinking? She shouldn’t have approached him, but she’d wanted to prove her life was still her own. Pretend what she’d overheard wasn’t true, and her father hadn’t sold her to the highest bidder for a senate seat. But he had and here she was, grasping at anything to dull the pain.
The doors opened and Mr. Dark stepped outside. Breath left her body, her spine tingled. His gaze clashed with hers as he approached like a lion stalking its prey. Dark clothes cloaked his bulky frame—leather jacket, shirt, jeans and boots. His features looked like they’d been chiseled from the finest, darkest chocolate. Sharp, dark and smooth. He had high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and just a hint of stubble on his square jaw, framing full lips made to kiss and taste. A voice in the back of her head yelled run, but she ignored it. She sensed he’d like the chase.
He stood in front of her, chest to chest, and placed a hand on the wall behind her. Then he leaned in, licked her earlobe and caught it between his teeth. Her
breath hitched, knees wobbled. A whimper left her throat as her pussy flooded.
“You beckoned?” A Caribbean accent gave his deep voice an exotic flavor.
Nipples hardening, Myka stayed with the bold approach. “I want
you. Under me, on top of me, but definitely inside me.”
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For the past four hundred years, Jahi Wickes has made forged documents and credit cards for the female demons who seduce men into signing away their souls. While
enjoying the parades at Mardi Gras, she's ambushed by two angels. One is her
former guardian angel, and the other is the Nephilim who’s tracking him.
Dagon has been chasing Vassago for three years. His first big break comes in the form of a cute, sexy demon. When he learns the real reason Vassago is hunting her, Dagon has more trouble than he bargained for. Not only was Vassago sent to guard souls in Purgatory after screwing up his assignment with Jahi, but the person who paid him to destroy her is one of her fellow demons.
Hunted is the second installment in the Seduced by a Demon series. If you have not read the first book in the series, do not worry… the story of Jahi and Dagon is one in itself.
Jahi is a demon on the run from Vassago a fallen angel that is out to get her because he feels that she betrayed him in her human life. Dagon is also a fallen angel that is a bounty hunter assigned to capture Vassago. In this fast paced love story, Dagon does everything in his power to keep her safe and out of Vassago’s harmful grasp. She is very reluctant at first to accept Dagon’s help. Soon, she learns that Vassago will go to any and every length to get his hands on her.
These two characters were made for each other, their chemistry is incredible. The author does not go into great detail of the scenery. Instead, she concentrates on their love story and that far outweighs any missed landscape. The conflict these two characters have and their adventure at hand is intoxicating.
Ms. Rosewood definitely knows how to write a love/sex scene as well. She keeps the scenes real and not too graphic. In all honesty, I can't go into great detail of this book without giving too much of it away.
I will say, I highly recommend this author and all of her books to fellow readers!
Jahi had only seen angels once before, the night before they walked her to the
gallows in sixteen ninety-two. Scared the shit out of her when the pair appeared
in her jail cell and asked if she was ready to face her maker. After she told
them exactly how she suspected she’d be judged in Heaven, she sent them away.
Jahi knew what she’d been in life, and she knew what she’d be in death.
Why were angels here now, in Louisiana, and why was this creature called Vassago
The second angel clicked his fingers and a pair of dark metal cuffs appeared. Jahi
flashed back to three years ago when similar cuffs, courtesy of the demon
Mastema, had bound Faina’s wrists. A moan escaped her throat. The sudden thought they might not be angels after all turned her stomach hot with fear.
Once again she tried to move or evaporate, but their magic held her fast. All she
could do was watch both creatures struggle over the cuffs, still bellowing words
she couldn’t comprehend. Vassago was stronger, and for a few seconds it looked
like he’d be the one doing the cuffing. When the second creature had the upper
hand once again, Vassago turned to look at her. If she still had blood that ran
it would have gone stone cold. Jahi had never seen such hatred on any face, be
it human, angel or demon.
The creature holding the cuffs took advantage of the momentary distraction to lunge again. He raised the cuffs and Jahi tensed. Vassago opened his mouth and howled, just before disappearing in a blinding flash of purple.
The one left holding the empty cuffs let out a roar, and fresh fear shot through
her. Was he also after her? Her body trembled as he ranted and swung the cuffs
around, the metal making hollow, clanking sounds. She dug her nails into her
palms, determined not to moan again. She would not show this creature
When he finally stopped she tried again to evaporate but nothing happened. “Just stay right there. Don’t come any closer.” Her voice shook, betraying the brave
The creature shook his head and the handcuffs faded, along with his wings. She
watched in disbelief and fascination as his face lost its glow and took on the
human form of a yummy male. Chiseled features, gorgeous full mouth, and warm
hazel eyes. His hair lost its tight curl and unwound to wavy locks in a style
any other contemporary human male might wear. The only thing that gave him away was the color. Jahi had never come across a human with hair the color of an
iridescent wheat field on a summer day.
She had a sudden urge to run her fingers through it. Her pussy grew moist and her
nipples strained against the fabric of her crop top. An image of her limbs wrapped around this man’s torso filled her mind, and she bit back a sigh.
“I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of
here. He might come back.”
Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes
bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going
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Alice has quite a story to tell you. That's not her real name, of course. She couldn't give you her real name, not after all the things she reveals about herself in this book. All of her...adventures. And all that killing. She wouldn't want the police to find her, now would she?
It started out so nice. Alice was house-sitting for her friend, enjoying having the whole place to herself, with the sunken bathtub and big-screen television. But everything went wrong that first night, when she looked out the window and saw a strange man jumping naked into the swimming pool. Alice just knew he would be coming to get her, like all those other men before. But she would never be a victim again. Not after she remember the old Civil War saber hanging in the living room...
Warning: Extreme violence.
Alice (not her real name) writes this book to tell her story of how a prowler on her property led to her committing several murders and acts of torture.
This was an dark book. The blurb was interesting and as the story played out I couldn’t help but get sucked into the violent world Mr. Laymon created. Alice was hard to not like. Despite her killing and torturing, her personality was so well written. There was no doubt I had to read this entire book to find out if she had a happy ending.
There were several characters that really jumped from the page. Judy and Murphy, they played a part that brought the story to new heights. The twists will leave
your mouth hanging open, no joke, your month will hang open, eyes wide, lights on and weapon in hand reading After Midnight. This is great yet disturbing stuff. Every time I think I have Alice’s life figured out, that things will calm down, another crazy thing pops up. In this case, it was Steve and the headless man. Now that was a shocker.
This leads to a crazy revelation and the end of our twisted tale. ‘After Midnight’ is definitely a novel I will remember, Alice’s story just plants itself in your head and Mr. Laymon did such a great job writing this chaos.
This is definitely a novel to read!
Sasha Forde has hung up her thieving stillettos, but a visit from a mobster sends her back to her old life. In order to save her family--and herself--from jail, she must steal evidence hidden in a lawyer's office. She sets out to do what she considers a simple B and E, but someone else has arrived first. And he holds her life in his tattooed hands. Not for long.
Niko Davaris is all about revenge on the man who tried to kill him. The evidence he stole is the first step in that direction. He's not thrilled to wake up with a gun to his head. The woman on the other end is cocky, smug and too damn hot for her own good. He wants her, she wants the evidence. When she takes it and disappears, he gives chase. Battle lines are blurred as they give in to temptation, but on a ride like this, someone has to come out on top. Who will it be?
A Wicked Ride starts off with Sasha caught back up in the thick of the thieving game she was trying to escape. Sasha turned over a new leaf and started a night club with her brother. But there’s nothing like a threat to your parents to make you change your mind. From the moment the, brash, fierce and sexy heroine lays eyes on Niko she’s intrigued and aroused. That he beat her to the information she desperately needs seems to be inconsequential as she decides she’ll take a piece of Niko as well as the memory stick. Sasha has a swagger that’s off the charts.
But with her history, skills, and hidden weapons ( she has secret compartments in her boots guys! This chick does not play.) her confidence is well earned.
Niko is caramel skinned poured over a tantalizing arrangement of muscles you want to sink your teeth in to. The tattoos that trail down his arm in a sleeve and wrap around his back mixed with internal scars and a sympathetic streak for Sasha he can’t control make him larger than life. “Everything changed the minute you let me inside your body, the minute you screamed my name. Do you understand that?” Damn. Who wouldn’t want a man like this?! The sex was awe inspiring as the ardor between them flows off the page like molten lava, and made me flush; and not with embarrassment.
The romance blooms like a rose in concrete as drama and the past threatens to tear down what Sasha and Niko have built. This well written tale has complex characters, intriguing circumstances, and intersection that will make your head spin. Sasha’s antics made me laugh out loud, shake my head and grin. Her raw, I am who I am attitude was one I found highly admirable. The characters back stories plucked at my heart strings as they were revealed piece by piece.
The plot had me tense as I waited for the bottom to drop out from beneath our heroes. Because as we all know Secrets never make friends. The element of crime, I felt like I was watching a well written episode of La Femme Nikita. A Wicked Ride was just the “Calgon” moment I needed to take me away from everyday life. Seeing such a strong female lead was actually empowering, it’s a trend I hope to see more of. I love heroines who kick ass.
I would recommend this to any romance fan because it truly has a little of something for everyone. But be forewarned if “Sweet” Romance is your thing this may be too hot to handle.
Niko Davaris bolted upright in the heavy darkness of his hotel room. His naked body dripped with sweat and his chest heaved as he gulped air into his lungs. Remnants of his all-too-familiar dream stayed with him. Visions of blue-tipped flames danced in front of his wide eyes. The smell of gasoline still stung his nostrils after all this time, and the sound of car metal crashing over jagged rocks echoed in his head.
A nightmare I can't seem to get away from. His throat felt parched. He flung off the sheets draped around his waist and dug his fingers into the firm mattress in an attempt to stop his body's tremors.
The unmistakable sound of a gun cock.
Fuck! Niko froze with his right leg hanging off the side of the bed. How did Vicente find me?
The sound came from the foot of the bed, but the room remained pitch black--he couldn't see a thing. Stiff fingers crept under the pillow for the SIG P90 he kept there.
"Tsk, tsk. Bad boy." The throaty female voice halted his movements. It skitted over his skin and left goose bumps in its wake.
What the hell?
The overhead light flicked on. He blinked at the brightness, then took in his uninvited guest sprawled in the black leather armchair at the foot of the bed. She looked at him through lowered eyelids, head tilted back. The left side of her head was shaved close to the scalp, but the right side appeared untouched. Bangs, kissed with light pink, obscured her right eye. Dark waves brushed a shoulder the shade of creamy sepia. A nickel plated Glock pointed at his head.
"Who the fuck are you?" He couldn't believe this person got the drop on him.
Her bow lips curved into a smile and she dragged her gaze down his body.
A muscle began a slow tick in his jaw.
"Nice view." She licked her lips.
His cock pulsed. Niko fought the urge to cover the wayward organ. She had the gun, so no sudden movements. "Who are you?" he demanded again. Fuck, he hated repeating himself.
She stood, gun still trained on him. She was barely five-foot-five and built. Make that stacked.
Huge breasts spilled out of a pink bustier. An image of his face buried between them flashed in his mind and made his groin tighten. Her smooth stomach was exposed and the tiniest waist, about the span of his hands, flared out to wide hips. Black leggings were tucked into black knee boots complete with silver buckles and almost four inch heels.
Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. "You have something I need, Niko."
Fuck if he didn't get harder at her statement. Then it registered, she knew his name. It could mean only one thing--after hiding for three years, his past had finally caught up with him.
Niko cleared his throat. He needed to distract her to get his gun. Regret churned in his gut at the prospect of hurting a woman, but he couldn't think about that. It was clearly him or her.
"It seems you have me at a disadvantage," he growled.
"I know, right? Hardly seems fair." Her husky laugh sent sweat trickling down his spine.
What was it about this woman that made his long-neglected body react? He studied her heart-shaped face with its pert nose and full lips. Enjoyment sparkled in the depths of her almond eyes.
"Who sent you?" Niko's voice hardened as he grew tired of all the questions and no answers.
His visitor raised a perfectly arched brow. "Oh, honey. Do I look like I take orders?"
"What do you want then?"
All trace of softness vanished from her face. Her eyes became glacial. If Niko didn't know before, now he did. This wasn't someone to be messed with. Unfortunately for her, neither was he.
"The flash drive."
Not the answer he expected. He shook his head. "Sorry, no clue what you're talking about." That flash drive was his leverage against the man who tried to kill him, but put him in a coma instead. Niko waited three years for his shot at Vicente, there was no way he'd let the woman in front of him take it away.
The stranger nodded once as if she'd come to some kind of decision and walked backward to the chair with the burner still trained on him. "Shall I tell you a story, Niko?"
She continued on without waiting for his reply. "I believe I shall." She sat. "So there I am, crawling through the godforsaken air ducts of Harper Royce's office, when three men enter the room dressed in black."
Mother. Fuck. She knew.
"Shall I go on, Niko?" She pursed her lips and waited for his reply.
Mute, he shook his head.
"I thought not. Now, why don't we start over? And you can forget about the SIG, it's mine now." Gaze and gun on him, she reached down with her free hand. Sure enough, when she held her hand up, there was the SIG.
Damn, she's good.
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Genre: Historical - Erotica
Ebook - Novella
TBR Reviewer: B.H. (Brutally Honest)
A Saxon Thane’s daughter, born with mystical healing strength, must choose between two lusty Norman knights, half-brothers, each intent on claiming her for their own. One man has claimed her dowry; the other has claimed her virginity. One man is dying of a battle wound and the other has scars that can’t be seen by the naked eye. Both brothers need her healing touch. Both brothers need her.
And she needs them.
Jisella always knew that one day her Ever Knight would arrive – the soul she’s loved since time began. Yet he’s taken a long time to find her in this life and now she’s not sure which of these handsome Knights is the one for whom she’s waited.
The brothers are all too happy to compete for their lady’s favors. Perhaps there is only one fair decision. Perhaps she can have both, if they might be persuaded to share.
Be Warned: menage a trois romance, menage sex, anal sex.
That first line instantly caught my attention and the story never let up. What a read! I’d love to be in that window staring down at gorgeous muscled men with our main character Jisella. Ms. Fox's descriptions were very well written, it paints a lovely and at times sexy picture. She has several quips in there that made me laugh and ones that made me smile at Ms. Fox’s creativity. I absolutely love that first scene. It had me smirking. I did that a lot reading this novella.
So Jisella can also heal and she believes the well hung man, Remy, is her true love. Of course, as the twist goes she's promised to another man – Remy’s brother. Yes, the plot thickens like Remy’s cock. The sex scenes are super intense (As you can tell by the wording in this review) and perfectly written. Ms. Fox has the ideal balance of explicit action and thoughts.
I am so impressed with Ms. Fox. This is a novella you’d expect from a pro author that had a constant spot on the New York Times Bestseller list. By the way, this is her first publication. I absolutely fell in love with these characters, the story and I can’t wait to read a full length novel from such a talented author!
Now I need a cold shower, holy hell, maybe an ice bath! Those two brothers...damn!
No sooner were they in the hayloft, than he was over her, spreading her thighs with his roughened hands while his lips closed over one nipple and tugged upon it like a half-starved babe. She felt the quickening in her core, even at the first suck. No man had ever touched her there, or even seen her breasts before. In the convent, when they bathed, they wore shifts, as the nuns did. No eyes, other than those of their husbands, were ever supposed to see their naked bodies. She and Deorwynn had examined one another out of curiosity, but even that, interesting and informative as it was, could not compare with what she would learn tonight.
She was glad the Norman liked the look and taste of her.
And then, in their eagerness, his teeth clamped down a little too hard.
He licked the swollen nipple, chuckling softly in apology. In French. “It is for me without too long,” he admitted, charmingly sheepish in his broken English. She wriggled in the straw, discarding her robe. Suddenly he knelt up and wiped his cock on the tunic he’d already pulled off over his head. “Will you take me in your mouth?” he asked, offering it to her, the full head bobbing eagerly at her lips. She was nervous suddenly, the idea of taking that all in, fitting it within her…
He straddled her waist, one hand stroking his cock, the other holding the saddle packs that hung beneath it.
Jisella licked her tense lips. He groaned, directing the tip at her mouth.
She would do it, she decided. She wanted to explore him fully, her Knight. Later she would have a tale for Deorwynn and the others—and this time the experience to back it up.
He shuddered when she opened her mouth and let his crest slide between her lips, onto her tongue. Slowly she accepted more, her tongue running over the ridges of his engorged veins, exploring. He filled her mouth and her throat, salty and yet sweet, a combination she’d never expected and quickly found she liked. When she began to suck hungrily he growled, grabbing her shoulders to steady himself, then wrapping his knuckles through her long loose hair. She grew bolder, her sucking harder, rhythmic. It was mesmerizing, the taste of him rich and luxurious. She stroked his firm buttocks, tracing the hard, tense muscles with her fingertips. Whenever her touch ventured closer to the valley between his cheeks, she heard him draw a harsh breath, steeling himself. His prick swelled in her mouth. Interesting. Out of curiosity she let one finger venture between his cheeks.
Abruptly he tried to pull away. Groaning in her throat, bossy and defiant, she sucked again, her finger prying. He panted, his back arched, his hips thrusting. Only when he tugged her hair hard and swore did she finally release his cock. As it pulled out over her tongue she tasted a bead of liquid and knew he had almost spilled.
Hands to her shoulders, he shoved her down on her back in the hay. His eyes were long lashed and, despite their darkness, full of heat. The intensity scorched her skin as she lay before him and spread her legs. He lowered over her, licking her stomach, his tongue delving into her navel, making her squirm, ticklish. He worked his way down to her vulva, licking and nibbling. His breath was hot, ale-soaked, coming in short hard bursts. He hadn’t asked her name or anything about her, she thought dimly. This is probably how it always was with him and women.
A few moments later, his close shaven head was between her open thighs. Jisella felt his breath on her sex, wild and unsteady. He whispered something in his own tongue, and when she lifted up to look down at him, he was studying her labia, hungry as a wolf cub. His gaze met hers over the softly furred mound and she knew his hard Norman lips were an inch or less from claiming her tender womanhood. She swallowed, still tasting him in her throat.
“Remy,” she groaned. “Make haste.”
“You know my name?”
“Yes. I heard the other men…just hurry. Fuck me.”
He scowled at her above the small thatch of downy hair, his shoulders holding her knees apart. Evidently he took issue with her making commands. “Who are you?” he demanded. “You are no nun.”
Cursing under her breath, she hitched further up on her elbows. “Of course I’m no nun. Are all Normans this stupid? I’m a prisoner here.”
The ridges across his brow deepened.
“You’re a knight are you not?” she exclaimed. “Aren’t you supposed to save maidens in distress?”
“Of this I was not informed.”
“Continue!” She waved him on, laying back.
To her relief she heard a husky laugh before he dipped his head again. She lifted her hips to meet his mouth, exhaling in a blistering rush as his tongue lapped at her firmly, three masterful strokes. The Norman’s fingers parted her folds to let his tongue slip inside. She writhed, the straw pricking at her back. His tongue stiffened, pressing up into her, reaching for buried treasure. Afraid of crying out, she quickly stuffed the hood of her cloak in her mouth. Having found something in her, he fondled it with that same questing tongue, tugging and playful. Her heart beat was beyond her now, recklessly racing, taking her at speed across new, unfamiliar terrain. She feared not.
She had found him, her Ever Knight.
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Genre: Romance - Drama
Ebook + Print - Novel
TBR reviewer: Cathy
Thirty-year-old Lucy Lang is lost. She spent most of her young life sacrificing her own needs to care for her half-sister and deal with their alcoholic mother. Now abandoned by both of them, Lucy struggles to find her own purpose in life; a struggle that is laden with wretched memories and regret. With no family, no relationships and an unfulfilling job Lucy becomes depressed, cynical and self-destructive. At times she’d even contemplated suicide as the only way out.
When she is just about to hit rock bottom, Lucy finds out that her sister is ill and needs a kidney transplant. Lucy is found to be the only match and has no choice but to live, trapped in a lonely existence to save her sister’s life. And, she must battle with her emotions; her bitter resentment for her sister’s heartless departure and her longing to be needed again by the person she once loved most in the world. With the help of new found friends, Benny and Anne, and a struggling romance, Lucy sets out on a journey to reunite with her sister and search for the answers she needs to find her own identity.
This is a story of a young woman, Lucy, who has reached stalemate in her life: at a tender age, the family dynamic is shattered by the death of her stepfather. Her mother reacts badly by turning to one-night stands and alcohol. Lucy becomes the lynchpin of the family having to be mother to her half-sister and having to control the downward spiral her own mother is pursuing. Lucy has to grow up way before her time and sacrifice not only her college education, but her own childhood and teen years. Eventually, her mother decides she cannot cope with life as it is and abandons them and her half-sister opts for a life with her boyfriend.
It is 6 years before the two are to meet again. Lucy discovers she could be the one person to save the life of her beloved, now seriously ill half-sister. But the life of sacrifice has made Lucy disillusioned, unmotivated, frustrated, distrustful and somewhat insular – can she break through these negative emotions and head towards a reunion with her sister and her family?
This was a poignant, moving story and well-crafted by the author. Lucy’s unhappy years are never over-dramatised – you are doused with just the right amount of emotion. She’s easy to like without feeling pathetically sorry for her, despite the wall of self-preservation she has built around her. The author has created a group of friendly and sympathetic characters around her: one of them with serious romantic intentions in mind.
There is a little of Lucy in all of us…..I’m not talking about her train-wrecked family or seriously ill sister, but we all reach a stage somewhere along our life’s journey when we wonder, is this it, is there really nothing else and how can I kick-start my life? I couldn’t wait to get to the end of this book and discover if Lucy finds a sense of purpose, if she manages to reclaim her family and of course, if she lets romance find a chink in her armour.
An effortless and enjoyable read.
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Genre: Historical - Erotica
Ebook - novel
TBR reviewer: Shyla
Some men are born to make dynasties and some women are born to make trouble. Hellbent on arranging a pardon for her exiled cousin, Madolyn Carver will stop at nothing to achieve her aim, even if it means seducing the mysterious Earl of Swafford. So what if he's known as "The Beast" and is immensely powerful? Plucky Maddy isn't frightened off easily. Returned home after too long abroad, The Beast also has a mission. He must remove his younger brother and heir to the vast Swafford estate from the clutches of a most unsuitable woman. When a misunderstanding leads him to mistake Maddy for his brother's cunning mistress, he takes her captive under the guise of The Beast's manservant. Now she can longer be a threat to his misguided brother's future, or so he thinks. And surely, The Beast's infamous iron will can resist the charms of one particularly disobedient, witty, intriguingly stubborn young woman.
But there is a far greater danger. A deadly assassin has come to the Swafford estate, and The Beast's fear of falling in love might just be his downfall. Maddy, the woman he won't trust, is the one innocent soul who can save his life--and his heart.
As the book begins we meet our heroine Maddie. Outspoken and knowledgeable she’s an oddity for a woman in her time. Her rapier wit and clever way with words made me laugh out loud and I just knew she was going to find herself in some questionable predicaments. Maddie always means well, but she looks before she leaps and meddles when she shouldn’t. When her cousin Nathan is falsely accused of piracy and imprisoned Maddie the Merciless comes up with a plan. She’ll barter her maiden head to the Earl of Swafford in exchange for a pardon. A brut of man, rumored to be incapable of performance in the bed and prone to boorish behavior. He’s also known to have sway with the queen.
I read the plan and knew instantly it was going to fail. But Maddie’s brain works differently than mine. Because the next thing I know she’s in the crowded streets of London seeking the Earl. With no protection and no clue what the man looks like she’s robbed, frustrated and near trampled. When she runs into the Earl unknowingly. I was literally leaned forward over my computer waiting for the bomb of realization to drop.
He saves Maddie from being trampled in the streets he thinks she’s a strumpet who stirs his passion. The dark haired beauty tempts him to take what he wants, but the “gentleman” that’s buried deep within him prevails. Our hero is sexy, gruff, and so misunderstood. The Earl has been dealt a raw hand in life.
The mistaken identity continues as the passion laced, humors filled chain of events occurs. A choir of angels sung halleluiah, and I pumped my fist in triumph. Their true identities must be revealed soon! What would the Earl do then?
The stubborn couple eventually find their way together to deliver a well earned, and long anticipated HEA. The story may be placed in the 1800s, but the sex didn’t lack heat! Fans self. There was an extra sense of naughtiness that came with the yanking up of gowns and breaking of society rules.
I really ran the gamut of emotions with this story. I was saddened by the Earl’s past. Amused by Maddie and irritated by their stubbornness. Ms. Fresina did such a fabulous job crafting the characters and setting up the plot I had no choice, but to be invested.
I highly recommend this story to romance fans! If you haven’t given historical romance a try, this is the perfect starter!
The crowd surged to one side; the woman lost her footing and, with another ribald curse, disappeared from view. A creature that size could be trampled by the mob, and even the Earl of Swafford was occasionally obliged to be gallant, though he’d never admit it to a living soul. Thrusting his way forward, he came to where she knelt in her crumpled, foot-printed skirt and offered one hand, fluttering his fingers in an impatient gesture, showing how he put himself out for her.
She looked up, surly, frustrated, not in the least thankful. Her eyes were hot and blue as an unspoiled August sky, her lips still complaining. The gown, about which she expressed such pride, stretched beyond capacity by a bountiful bosom, expanded further with each indignant breath.
Incredibly, it seemed she would refuse the assistance he deigned to offer, so before she crawled away, he leaned down, swept his hands under her arms and scooped her upright in one swift motion. No one interfered as he apprehended her, no one claimed ownership of the mouthy, voluptuous wench. A lofty, cumbersome fellow, with shoulders that did credit to any Tudor doorframe worth its wood grain, his sheer size warned off potential rivals.
It did not, however, cause her any hesitation.
“God’s Teeth! Who gave you the right to manhandle me? Poxy, presumptuous…!” She shot him full of arrows in the form of fulsome oaths one might expect from the mouth of a drunken sailor.
Impervious to insult, accustomed to it, he held her a good distance off the ground, wanting a closer look at this anomaly, wondering at her untended state. Why did no man step forward to keep her in order?
Suddenly ceasing her complaints, she took advantage of his considerable height, using his frame like a mounting block to press herself higher still, consequently kneeing him in the belly. Struggling to maintain his footing, Griff’s protests met the warm, sweet-scented curves of her plump bosom and were immediately muffled, both in execution and in thought. As for the folk around them, they ignored this unseemly behavior. Simply because he now held her in his arms, they assumed she was his charge, therefore his to reprimand. Burdened with the sudden responsibility, Griff wasn’t sure what to do with her. He’d never known anything quite like this, but his mind was open and curious when it came to new discoveries in flora and fauna. At least, this was the excuse he gave for his inertia.
Now, with a good view of the approaching procession, the resourceful wench writhed and wriggled, holding on by his ears. Alternately, his nose. “I seek the Earl of Swafford. Do you see him?”
Startled out of his drowsy thoughts, he almost dropped her. He felt the excitement trembling through her, could even hear her heartbeat leaping like a spring coney as she draped herself around his shoulders. Aware he should be enraged by her behavior, instead he struggled for several breaths, fighting the rare urge to laugh.
Finally he managed a hoarse, “Yes there he is – the Earl of Swafford. Did you not see?”
“The ancient fellow with the ear trumpet,” he grunted, shifting his shoulder under her weight. “There, with the hump and the limp. And the magnificent wart. Ah, he dropped his wooden teeth and it seems a dog ran off with them, poor, bent old wretch. You missed him. What a pity!”
With a frustrated gasp, she fought her way back down the length of his body, until he felt considerably molested, slightly breathless, and perversely intrigued.
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When Brea Tackett is gunned down in cold blood her guardian angel is unable to leave her to face an eternity in hell. Nox knows Angels aren’t supposed to fall in love, but that rule was broken with Brea long ago. So he strikes a deal with Azrael, the Angel of Death, for the future of her soul.
Becoming a Reaper allows Brea a chance at redemption. Purgatory is a world unlike any she’s ever dreamed of—filled with Angels, Demons, and temptation. But with training and the desire to succeed, she’s walking the straight and narrow, with one exception—Nox.
I instantly didn’t like the prologue. We’re thrown into the middle of a scene with people we know nothing about , in a situation unexplained. It does get better and that first page of the book sort of drifts to the back of the mind as the story begins to unfold.
Despite Brea being a reaper, Nox, who saved her is already in a relationship with her. It was jarring, the flashbacks that actually told the story of how they met and fell for each other. That plan did not work out, as I believe it was intended. It tends to sweep the reader right from the page and into another previous story. It’s not an effortless flow I’ll tell you that. If she had played the story out as a timeline (Death, reaper, meet, fall for each other) I think it would have flowed perfectly.
You see, she has talent. Not once did I feel unconnected to the characters. They were always well written and the scenery painted nicely with words. It was however a little rushed. This is a novella but clearly should have been an engrossing novel. By the way, Nox sounds freaking scrumptious! The sex was well written but not super intense. The plot was unique and very interesting.
Ms. Colt draws the reader into a world of Angels and reapers. Good vs evil with some sex on this side. This is a recommended read for sure!
She stepped down from the shower and wrapped her body in a white towel.
Her jaw dropped.
Ten feet away, Nox waited, casually propped against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“You said we weren’t finished with our conversation.” He shrugged.
“That didn’t mean I wanted you to stalk me,” she murmured, mindful of Garrick in the other room. “How did you find me?” she asked, suddenly numb. She’d always known Nox teetered on the edge of good and evil. Maybe this was where he crossed that line.
“I always know where you are,” he whispered huskily as he approached. His relentless steps caused her to retreat until her body met counter and she was forced to grasp the marble for support as he pressed his length along hers.
“Besides, you’re hidden from evil, not morally ambiguous,” he said. His reply answered the silent question that had formed in her head.
“There’s the how, but not the why.”
“I already told you. A week ago you wouldn’t have asked me for a reason,” he said. His rich baritone was full of regret as he pinned her with his dark gaze.
“Nox…” Frozen by the unexpected display of emotion that swam on the surface, she was unable to respond with a witty comeback. A shudder rippled through her body at the vision he made in the faded blue shirt that caressed his broad shoulders and the pants that highlighted his taut ass and long, lean legs.
“We have a lot of unfinished things between us, you and me,” he breathed into her ear.
She bit back a moan as the heated air teased her senses. After all this time, he knew what she liked. Warm hands gripped her hips, and she felt her body turn to putty when he lifted her to sit on the counter. The coolness of the stone met her heated flesh and coaxed a whimper from her parted lips. Her nipples pebbled in response and her pussy began to throb with want.
“W-What are you doing,” she managed as he lowered himself to his knees. A thrill of panic and delight spiraled though her body at the sight of her lover prepared to pleasure.
“You smell like flowers, musk, and honey. Such a delicious combination, it’d be a crime to let all that cream go to waste.”
Her cry echoed off the walls when he tugged the towel from around her body and barred her with his hungry gaze
“Do you know I can smell how much you want me?”
Her body quivered.
“Mmm, you have such a pretty pussy, baby.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he spread her legs apart and took in the smooth glistening mound wet with her desire.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He ran a teasing finger over her swollen nub and her hips jerked. No matter how many times they shared this intimacy, his admiration always made her feel like it was their first. He’d been timid and somewhat awkward when their relationship first entered physical territory. But what he lacked in skill he more than made up for in sincerity. No one else had ever looked at her with the worship visible in his gaze. It almost made up for the constant sexual frustration experienced when they stopped short of consummation.
“Anxious, aren’t you? Normally I’d draw this out, but seeing as how we’re short on time…”
He buried his fingers into her moist cavern and elicited a gasp. Her fingers gripped the counter for dear life, and she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. She wanted to ask for more, but fought to hold onto control. It was all a part of the game they played.
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When Sally Mertill is driving a carload of her friends back to Green Mountain Falls after visiting Pike's Peak they careen off the side of the mountain. With no guardrails it's not surprising there are no survivors. And yet within two days a not altogether bad fellow named Bocnic Drewings will call upon the metal drawer where her body awaits autopsy, open it, and lead her on the adventure of a lifetime, well, that's if she'd have survived the accident.
The powers that be have chosen Sally to become undead and she's the only other person time eternal who's been given the power to raise the dead and control them. When leaders of rival undead clans find out, they either want to control or destroy her, which makes Sally staying undead a bit of a challenge.
Hello my name is Shyla, and I’m a Zombie addict. This fact alone placed a tall order for Mr. Santos to fulfill as he breathed life into the legend of the walking dead. I’m pleased as punch to say now he exceeded all my expectations, and totally blew my mind! This book started off in a cloak and dagger manner with spells, disguises, and magic all kept on the hush . Our hero Bo is given the task of introducing our heroine Sally to her new life, and ends up with more than he bargained for.
Bocnic is a badass, full of knowledge, skill, and secrets that tantalize. With a painful past and an air of humanity that keeps him for being too big for his britches. I ate up every morsel of information revealed about Bo, and I’m craving more. :Coughs: Hint hint Adam. Our hero is a treasure trove of potential I know Adam has only begun to scratch the surface of.
Sally is your average twenty- six year old on a trip with her college girlfriends, until a fatal wreck ends her life, and the powers that be decide to bring her back. Full of sarcasm, spunk and an awkwardness I found to be an adorable quirk. Sally is an unlikely heroine. Fate deals her a wicked hand when she develops a rare power that makes her a hot commodity. She might be dead, but she's more alive now than she ever was her whole life. Her adventure with Bo is filled with twists, turns and an underlying attraction that adds an extra spice to the plot. There's just something about Sally that stirs Bo's long dead emotions.( no pun intended) The dance they do as he tried to resist was another source of amusement and anticipation.
Forget everything you thought you knew about the undead. Because Adam Santos has his own concepts. They don’t eat brains or go pasty, and a head shot won’t kill them. This brand of zombie is immortal, wields magic, and dates back to the days of the pyramids, and beyond. The fresh blend of myth, legends and his own evil genius creates an intriguing environment I am hooked on. The details, wit, and dark feel of this book earned more than a five star rating. It earned Adam a fan. This book is a savory treat you can really sink your teeth into. But be forewarned it will leave you wanting more! I recommend this read to anyone whose looking to get lost in a new world for a while.
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