Blood Flows Deep in the Empire & Blood Stained Tranquility by N. Isabelle Blanco

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire by N. Isabelle Blanco
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Description

Dyletri, God of Fertility, has locked away his powers. No woman is allowed to touch him, not until he can return his long-dead lover back to life. All he has to do is sacrifice one human girl, a girl who unlocks his powers and rips his dormant lust right out of his body. Trapped by his promise, Dyletri has no choice but to watch Ismini die, no matter how much he wants her.

Yet the darkness of his calling is spiraling within him, demanding he claim the human as his. If he goes back on his promise, the energy of the Fates will cause untold destruction in the Universe. That doesn’t change how Dyletri’s begun exhibiting symptoms that point to more than just lust. How does he allow Ismini to die when she’s come to own him from the inside out?

Desire and torment spiral into something much darker than obsession, more turbulent than an addiction, and something much more brutal than a mere soul-mating. As a war is being rekindled right under his nose, Dyletri will have to come to terms with a destiny eleven thousand years in the making. He thought he’d known what path his future would take, but he’d been wrong. Now the one woman he truly loves might pay the price for his decision.

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire is the first in a series that will pit free-will against Destiny, Destiny against Fate, and love against brutal desire. Everyone likes to think they have a choice as to who they end up with, but as they rise to face the greatest threat they’ve ever known, even the Gods will learn they have to bend to Destiny’s whim to survive.

My review

For me I just couldn't get into this book. I really didn't connect with the characters.

It is a erotic paranormal read and there are steamy scenes in this read

This book I felt was not for me, but I think everyone should try it.

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Blood Stained Tranquility by N. Isabelle Blanco
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Description

The wheels of destiny are spiraling out of control quicker than even the gods can keep up. They all thought they knew what war was like—but have no idea how bad things are about to get. In the continuation of the Szolite series, two of the most dangerous powers in the Universe will be unleashed, threatening to push two fated beings apart.

A normal human girl. . .

Evesse Salazar never imagined that a violent end to her already difficult life would be just the beginning. After being thrown into a vortex, shredded apart, and killed, she is reborn as something more. Something she might not be able to manage. If that weren’t enough, she awakes newly mated to the last being in the Universe she ever would have chosen.

Now, with no other option, Eve must come to terms with her powers, her past, and her mate before he loses control of what might just be uncontrollable.

A god with a monster locked inside. . .

For over eleven thousand years, Zeniel, God of Tranquility, has done everything in his power to keep his other half, the God of Vengeance, from breaking free. A single glance from Mavrak is all it takes to kill those deemed guilty. The wraiths under his command can tear thousands to shreds in an instant, no matter how small their crimes. Zeniel knows he must remain at peace to keep Mavrak at bay, but he’s rendered helpless with one look into the eyes of his mate.

The longing for Evesse is enough to rip the demon out of its cage, and with the Gods on the verge of a cataclysmic war, Mavrak has every intention of gorging on both his mate, and the vengeance he so desperately needs.

My review

I received a copy of this book from Net Galley for an honest review

Again the is a steamy, erotic read. I feel again that this 2nd book although fared better than the 1st, it's not for me.

Don't let me put you off as your opinion may very well differ

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Unfiltered & Unlawful by Payge Galvin

Unfiltered & Unlawful by Payge Galvin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

After a night-shift shooting of a drug dealer in The Coffee Cave, twelve strangers each walk out with more than $100,000 in dirty money, a pact never to meet again, and the chance to start over… 

Until that night, Sasha "Sugar" Kovac spent her days selling coffee to the co-eds at ASU Rio Verde and her nights trying not to run back to her ex… or join the throngs of girls lusting after her friend, Adam. 

But why should Sugar give in to the Harley-riding tattoo artist when his longest relationships haven't lasted more than a weekend? 

Sugar's life takes a turn for the dangerous when someone comes looking for the people connected to the Cave shooting and the cash they split. To protect herself and those she cares about, Sugar has to get out of town–and fast. When Adam insists on coming with her, Sugar finds herself holed up in a tiny house with a hot man, a stash of cash, and a lot of secrets. 

Can Sugar protect both her life and her heart when temptation is so close? Or is the past she's fled going to catch up with her?

"A full-throttle read that's dangerously sexy and exciting. I can't wait to see what happens next!" —Jeaniene Frost, NYT bestselling author of the Night Huntress series

"A fun, rollicking start to an exciting new series concept. . . .And the hero, oh the hero, steals the show here. Adam is hot, hot, hot and readers will want him as badly as Sasha does." —RT Magazine(less)

My Review

This is a very unique , fast paced read that engrosses you in the story.

I really enjoyed this book & I'm looking forward to the next book

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Renegade Lady By Dawn Martens & Emily Minton

A full 5 out of 5 stars from me!

Renegade Lady

By Dawn Martens &

Emily Minton

WARNING:

Renegade Lady contains adult situations some readers may find offensive. This is a raw and gritty story involving under-age rape, explicit sex, graphic language, violence and drug use. Not intended for readers under 18.

Prologue

Jenna

I stare at the ceiling while Timmons pounds into me. I bite down hard on my lip, so hard I can taste blood.  He slams in one more time and grunts loudly into my ear before rolling onto his side.  He lays there for a moment, breathing loudly, then climbs from the bed. 

I can hear him getting dressed, but I never take my eyes off the ceiling.  I just lay there and count.  I usually make it to around thirty before he leaves the room. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…. He’s pulling on his jeans. Thirteen Mississippi, fourteen Mississippi…  I hear the swish of his shirt.  Twenty Mississippi, twenty-one Mississippi, twenty-two… There’s the shuffle of his boots.  Twenty-eight Mississippi…  Finally, the door opens and he walks out. 

As soon as I hear the click of the lock, I roll off the bed and run to the trashcan.  I barely make it there before the bile comes spewing out.  When I’m done, I crawl back to the bed and pull myself onto it.  Once there, I curl up into a ball and pray that God will send someone to save me today.  I’m still praying when sleep takes over my body.

 “Get the fuck up!” Timmons shouts, waking me from my nightmare filled sleep.  He reaches down and grabs me, pulling me from the bed by my hair.  I land hard on the floor, causing pain to ricochet through my already aching body.  I slowly push myself up onto my knees and do my best to look at him through my swollen eyes. 

“Get the fuck off the floor and follow me,” he says after giving me a swift kick to the ribs. 

I rush to get up, doing my best to ignore the pain.  I walk behind him, every step causing a stabbing sensation to shoot up my side.  He finally stops when we reach the middle of the common room.  He takes a seat next to my dad and pulls me into his lap.  “Jenna, your Dad has something he needs to talk to you about.”

I don’t respond, just simply nod my head.  I learned during my first night with Timmons that things go better if I just keep my mouth shut.  Being quiet doesn’t keep him from hurting me, but this way I can’t say something to make him mad.  When he’s mad, his beatings turn brutal.

Dad leans towards us, putting his hands flat against the table.  “Timmons and I have been talking.  He seems to think it’s time someone took hold of your reins.  After that shit you pulled coming in here after your mom died, I’ve decided he’s right.”

I close my eyes, hoping he doesn’t see the anger flashing through them.  Scene?  What scene?  All I did was come to the club house to tell him that Mom was dead.  Yes, I was crying and screaming, but who wouldn’t be after they just found their mother OD’d on the kitchen floor?

“Do you understand what I’m saying to you, girl?”

I look back to my father and shake my head.  I don’t understand.  I don’t understand anything that has happened to me over the last few weeks.  How a father could allow his own daughter to be raped and beaten by a monster like Timmons, I will never understand. 

“What I’m telling you is that Timmons is claiming you.  You’re his old lady now.  There’s nothing you can do to change it.  Best start listening to him if you don’t want to be hurt,” he states matter of fact.

Hurt?  Can he not see the bruises covering my body?  What about the dried blood that stains the disgusting nighty Timmons makes me wear?  “But I’m only sixteen,” I whisper out, even though I know I should keep my mouth shut.

Timmons’ arms tighten around my waist, causing a sharp pain to course through my ribs.  “It doesn’t matter how fucking old you are.  You’re mine, and pleasing me is the only damn thing you need to be worrying about anymore. Understand?”

I have to swallow a gasp of agony, but force myself to answer.  “Yes, sir.”

Dad looks from me to Timmons.  “I can’t tell you how to treat her.  She’s your old lady now, so it’s your choice.  But if you don’t lay off taking your fists to her, she won’t make it more than a week or two.”

Timmons body tightens next to mine.  “Like you said, she’s my old lady.  I’ll do whatever  the fuck I want to her,” he says in a near shout.

Dad raises his hands, palms up, in an attempt to calm down Timmons’ anger.  “You’re right.  She’s none of my business anymore. I won’t say shit about it from now on.”

Timmons leans towards Dad, causing my head to nearly hit the table.  “You better not.  ‘Cause if you keep getting in my business; I’ll get in yours.  I’m sure you don’t want the boys from Big Clifty knowing your secrets.  Be a real shame if they found out you’ve been using their cocaine to feed that nasty little habit you got.  You know what I’m talking about, right?  The coke that should have been in Cali by now.”

Dad’s face turns red, and I can tell he wants to come across the table and lay Timmons out.  Instead, he sits back and scowls.  “You got what you wanted.  Take her and get the hell away from me.”

Timmons chuckles as he stands us up.  I look back towards Dad while Timmons pulls me across the room.  He’s staring at me with a look of regret on his face, but he keeps his mouth shut. I guess his secrets are more important than his daughter.  Before Timmons pulls me into the hallway, he shouts across the room, “Come on Rig!  Let’s go have some fun with my old lady.”

My Review

A fantastic read loved this book, but then again all the books by these authors are good. I really do recommend you get this.

Storm Damages by Magda Alexander

STORM DAMAGES Excerpt

At the mid-morning break, most of the negotiators make a beeline for the restrooms.

But Gabriel Storm remains.

While I call the facilities team to let them know the room is temporarily vacant so they can clear the detritus from the meeting—dirty cups, plates and trash—I notice his fiddling with the coffee machine. Since it’s my job to make our guest feel at home, I approach him and demonstrate how the single-serve brewer works.

“Thank you. Elizabeth.” Eyes narrowed, he peers at me over the coffee mug’s rim.

His power, his intense masculinity, hit me like a semi, sucking the air out of my lungs. He doesn’t help matters when he steps closer, forcing me to look up at him. My five seven is no match against his six three.

“You’re welcome.” I rasp out in a breathy murmur.

He takes a couple of sips before resting the cup on the counter, his gaze riveted on me.

Eager to break the spell he weaves so easily around me, I spout, “I don’t know how you can drink that black. Too strong for me.”

“I like the taste of potent things in my mouth—coffee, brandy, a woman’s honey.”

A woman’s honey? My pussy clenches and I flush with heat. What would his mouth feel like? Licking, tasting, ravishing me. I shake my head. I’ll never know, will I?

As the cleaning crew drifts into the opposite side of the room, I emerge from my lust-induced reverie. I need to walk away. Now. Before I do something really stupid. I manage only half a step, before his hand circles my wrist and reels me back to him.

An urgent heat flares in his eyes. “Are you attached, Elizabeth?” he asks in a gravelly voice, barely loud enough for me to hear.

My legs turn to rubber. My breath hitches. “Attached?”

His thumb scrapes the inside of my wrist, setting off a wild pulse within. “Do you have a partner, a significant other, a boyfriend?”

“No.” I blurt out before I can think about the appropriateness of his question. Or my response.

“Good.” The hold on my wrist relaxes. It’s only then I realize how tense he’d been. As if my answer mattered to him. “Are you free tonight?”

What the—? Yeah, we shared a moment in the elevator and when I entered the conference room. But he’s on the opposing side of a half billion dollar deal. I can’t go out with him.

Not wishing to appear rude, though, I sidestep the question. “Chances are I’ll be working late.”

“Surely Carrey won’t keep you. He’ll want you to be fresh tomorrow morning for the negotiations. Meet me for drinks at my hotel. I’m staying at The Four Seasons. Around seven?”

I try to say something. But stunned by the turn of events, I can’t.

He palms a card from his jacket. “My mobile number. Call me when you leave the office so I know when to expect you.” He strokes the card against my cheek.

His touch sets off something within, a trembling I can’t control.

As he slips the card into my hand, his eyes turn the color of a savage storm. “You’re very responsive, Elizabeth. I like that.” And with that he strolls away, all liquid movement and languid grace.

What the hell just happened? I didn’t say yes.

You didn’t say no. Elizabeth. His panty-melting voice whispers inside my head.

 

At the mid-morning break, most of the negotiators make a beeline for the restrooms.

But Gabriel Storm remains.

While I call the facilities team to let them know the room is temporarily vacant so they can clear the detritus from the meeting—dirty cups, plates and trash—I notice his fiddling with the coffee machine. Since it’s my job to make our guest feel at home, I approach him and demonstrate how the single-serve brewer works.

“Thank you. Elizabeth.” Eyes narrowed, he peers at me over the coffee mug’s rim.

His power, his intense masculinity, hit me like a semi, sucking the air out of my lungs. He doesn’t help matters when he steps closer, forcing me to look up at him. My five seven is no match against his six three.

“You’re welcome.” I rasp out in a breathy murmur.

He takes a couple of sips before resting the cup on the counter, his gaze riveted on me.

Eager to break the spell he weaves so easily around me, I spout, “I don’t know how you can drink that black. Too strong for me.”

“I like the taste of potent things in my mouth—coffee, brandy, a woman’s honey.”

A woman’s honey? My pussy clenches and I flush with heat. What would his mouth feel like? Licking, tasting, ravishing me. I shake my head. I’ll never know, will I?

As the cleaning crew drifts into the opposite side of the room, I emerge from my lust-induced reverie. I need to walk away. Now. Before I do something really stupid. I manage only half a step, before his hand circles my wrist and reels me back to him.

An urgent heat flares in his eyes. “Are you attached, Elizabeth?” he asks in a gravelly voice, barely loud enough for me to hear.

My legs turn to rubber. My breath hitches. “Attached?”

His thumb scrapes the inside of my wrist, setting off a wild pulse within. “Do you have a partner, a significant other, a boyfriend?”

“No.” I blurt out before I can think about the appropriateness of his question. Or my response.

“Good.” The hold on my wrist relaxes. It’s only then I realize how tense he’d been. As if my answer mattered to him. “Are you free tonight?”

What the—? Yeah, we shared a moment in the elevator and when I entered the conference room. But he’s on the opposing side of a half billion dollar deal. I can’t go out with him.

Not wishing to appear rude, though, I sidestep the question. “Chances are I’ll be working late.”

“Surely Carrey won’t keep you. He’ll want you to be fresh tomorrow morning for the negotiations. Meet me for drinks at my hotel. I’m staying at The Four Seasons. Around seven?”

I try to say something. But stunned by the turn of events, I can’t.

He palms a card from his jacket. “My mobile number. Call me when you leave the office so I know when to expect you.” He strokes the card against my cheek.

His touch sets off something within, a trembling I can’t control.

As he slips the card into my hand, his eyes turn the color of a savage storm. “You’re very responsive, Elizabeth. I like that.” And with that he strolls away, all liquid movement and languid grace.

What the hell just happened? I didn’t say yes.

You didn’t say no. Elizabeth. His panty-melting voice whispers inside my head.

My Review

Well here it is the second instalment that we all have been waiting for.

What I can say is that I didn't feel that it wasn't intense as the first book, but still a great read. Magda writes very well and keeps you interested.

Can't wait for the next book