For years, Amii Sloan has held a
burning grudge against Ryan Maine for his cutting cross examination during her
sister’s murder trial. Now, a chance encounter brings Ryan back into her life,
along with a very interesting proposition—to work as his personal assistant in
the idyllic town of Unity.
Down on her luck, and supporting a
mother with early onset dementia, Amii doesn’t have much of a choice but to
accept the job Ryan offers. But can she overlook the past to possibly open the
door to a brighter future?
As she spends time with the handsome,
successful lawyer, she realizes that maybe first impressions can be wrong, and
that just maybe she and Ryan could share a whole lot more than she ever
imagined.
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book
reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and
hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison
bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born
in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where
she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century
post-mortem photos.
Shamrocks left us with Patrick posing an intriguing question. What exactly happened during those twenty five years? We know that they got their happily ever after, but how did Patrick and Christi get there? Could love have a shelf life?
Meet the Author
Cayce Poponea currently resides in Southern Georgia, with her three dogs and wonderful husband. A true romantic at heart, she writes the type of fiction that she loves to read. When she isn't setting behind her computer screen, creating yet another heart stopping, page turning novel. You can find her enjoying down time with her family.
When two dark souls connect the draw is too dominant to ignore and the obsession of owning the only color to brighten my dark world too unrelenting to not obey. I left her alone so she could live a normal life but I was weak, how can she live a normal life after so much sinister chaos invaded her world, summoning her own darkness to the surface?
The depraved devil that is me now had an anchor, someone to venture into the black abyss with.
Normal wasn’t a path ever set for Cereus.
She was her Father’s daughter but my soul mate, even if I disputed ever owning one.
She was struggling without me in her life, the vacant ache inside her leaking out. I can’t not go to her, the need is too strong and like with all of my urges I embrace it.
~*~ Obsessed by books arc given in exchange for an honest review ~*~
"Would you rather be the person doing the cutting or the person apologising for their blood staining their clothes while they bleed out?"
The third in the Empathy, this follows on from where we left off in the previous book (hint to read the others in the series first!). Cereus has moved to college and is trying to play out the facade of being normal. After her time spent with Uncle Ryan, her struggle is becoming harder and harder as his guidance is starting to shout clearly in her mind whenever she becomes stressed. No longer wanting to be a sheep she is the wolf lurking in plain sight, surrounded by her unwitting prey. Unable to deny her inner urgings Cereus starts to play with the people that try to bully her.
This novella charters the break in Cereus as she is left feeling hollow from recent events, unbelieving that her time with Ryan is over as he was the only other person to ever really get her. She is grieving but is aware that others worry for her as she shouldn't feel that way towards a monste, as society has deemed him. Lost and alone yet surrounded by "normal" people Cereus is twirling round and round in the pyscopath gutter...will she snap or will the haunting memories of Ryan complete the missing part of her soul?
Without spoilers this is another mind f@@k of a read, that males you feel slightly dirty for enjoying it so damn much! The plot moves quickly with many plot twists that afterwards leave you reeling. It's a definite read again and again type series as it's so cleverly written you gain a better appreciation with every pass through. Amazing! I love to hate Ryan, he is so hard to define. He is everything you wish you were when you're angry, he acts without hesitation, seeing human weakness and exploiting the seven deadly sins quite fittingly. Making no apologies for taking people's lives and playing with them only deeming a few people worthy enough to escape his superiority. And he has made an excellent scholar in his niece who has taken to the challenge with ease...ahhhhh it's a beautifully dark twisted read.
Five wonderfully blood soaked stars.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could of improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that i tell my own.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
You can find me on Facebook where i love interacting with my readers.
Title: The Edge of Hope Series: Bad Blood, Book 1 Genre: paranormal, supernatural, urban fantasy, romance, vampires Length: novel
Synopsis
Everyone she loved betrayed her. She felt lost and broken. Getting away from the pain and embracing a new path, Alexa decided to leave her old life behind and chase a long forgotten dream in Malta. There she met a gorgeous man, bearing the scent of fresh love. He led her to a new city to explore, Amsterdam. Is the tall, dark, and delicious man a dream come true or just a risky gamble?
Alexa chose hope and new beginnings over fear and warning signs only to be brutally dragged into a world she never really thought existed. Vampires, their feuds, and her future held tightly in their hands.
Trapped in a mysterious world, Alexa gives love chance after chance. Following her quest of self-discovery in a blood bound world, will she survive the journey?
Find out more: http://alina-popescu.com/badblood
~~ ARC provided by Obsessed by Books for an honest review ~~
I didn't know what to expect when reading The Edge of Hope. I was surprised on how good it was I liked it. It was an enjoyable different kind of story. The author Alina Popescu had a different approach to the story of a paranormal romance. It had some fantasy pop culture references like from World Of Warcraft series and it is about vampires.
Alexa had men issues since her ex dumped her for one of her friends.
Overall the story was good and and had some good storyline.
I received this book through Obsessive Pimpettes for an honest review. I enjoyed the original concept of how vampires came to exist. This book is centered on the lives of Alexa, a human, and Anthony, Louis and Hesrah, vampires. Alexa has had a lifetime of disappointments when she meets Anthony. Ignoring the warning signs, she decides to try pursuing a relationship with him. Once again, she's let down, but Louis is there to pick up the pieces. Hesrah is a True One and she and Alexa become very close. Due to a sinister plot, Alexa gives everything she has to end the horror, only to be betrayed once again. Alina Popescu created well developed characters and an amazing story full of twists and turns. I hope Book 2 is released soon, because the cliffhanger is a great one!
The Breaking of Bonds, book 2 of the Bad Blood Trilogy will be released on May 28th, 2015
A human sacrifice has forced vampires, trueborn and baseborn alike, into an escalating conflict with one side pushing for revenge, the other for freedom. The hunt for Anthony and Louis is the trueborns’ main objective, driven by Hesrah’s desire to get even with the two baseborns and avenge her best friend, Alexa. The baseborns are rattled and divided between rallying around the rebels and obeying the rules imposed by Ankhsis.
What emerges from the portal from Earth to Ankhsis in the middle of the turmoil rocking both worlds is more dead than alive. Not human and not baseborn. Certainly not trueborn. This new being will either damn them all or be their race’s most powerful weapon. Will they trust it not to destroy them, or will Ankhsis decide putting it down is the only solution?
In the end, who is guilty? Who will pay? Will anyone survive its wrath?
Giveaway
Prizes: 1 signed copy of The Edge of Hope and 3 Ebooks
Prizes: 1 signed copy of The Edge of Hope and 3 Ebooks
Scarred by MarieLong
Publication date: March 3rd 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Sometimes, love comes with a price…
The past is always gonna try and bring you down, but you gotta fight. Fight hard for what you love. Fight to win is what twenty-two-year-old Dominick Anderson believes, but his life is a struggle. Growing up with an abusive father has made Dominick slow to love and trust, and he relies on his brother Kevin to keep him on a straight path. Dominick fights his demons every day, every night. Now a sophomore at the University of Washington and working a steady job at a mechanic’s shop, Dominick wants to create a better life and find the future his father never wanted him to have.
Dominick suppresses his identity and feelings until he meets Denise Ramsey. Smart, stunningly gorgeous, and sharing his love for motorcycles, Denise is everything Dominick longs for in a girl but knows he can never have. When a past love threatens her life and brings out Dominick’s suppressed dark side, he must decide if she’s worth the risk.
“You
know, you look ridiculous wearing those at night.” I point at his sunglasses.
Kevin
adjusts his ball cap and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his brown hoodie.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m not in the mood to deal with fans right now.”
Dim
lights and the smell of stale beer welcome us as we enter. The groups of
college students that frequent here are standing or sitting around in their
usual spots. Kevin and I find two empty stools at the bar, near where a bunch
of frat guys are playing darts.
“You’re
Miss Dee Dee tonight, li’l bro,” Kevin says with a smirk, and then points out
the vodka to Olivia, the bartender.
I
roll my eyes. It’s an inside joke Kevin and I have whenever we go out and
drink. The one who’s named “Miss Dee Dee” first is responsible for driving, so
they’re not allowed to get hammered.
“Whatever
you say, Miss Daisy,” I say, and order my usual.
Olivia
fills three shots and slides them in front of Kevin. He downs the first one in
a single gulp, and then winces and hisses through his teeth.
I
spin around in my stool so my back’s against the counter and watch the crowd at
the dartboard. I recognize a few guys from Xi Rho Nu. The girls watch each guy
who takes aim like predators assessing their prey. I look sidelong at Kevin,
who quaffs his second shot. “Hey, Kev. You still single?”
Kevin
looks up. “What the hell kinda question’s that?”
“An
important one, ’cause . . . well, I met this girl at the club the other night,
right? Name’s Trinity. Pretty sexy. Thing is, she’s one of Denise’s friends.
She knows you and I are brothers.”
“Mmhmm.”
Kevin downs his third shot and then signals Olivia to fill up three more.
“She’s
cool,” I say. “But I don’t think we’d make a pair, y’know?”
“What?
You can’t like her?”
“Not
anything more than friends. I mean she already knows I have a thing for Denise.
But the moment I mention your name her panties practically drop.”
Kevin
smirks. “I tend to have that effect on the honeys.” Three more shots slide his
way. He picks one up and tips his head back, emptying shot number four.
“She’s
a good girl who’s looking for love, bro. You should talk to her.”
“Naw.
I’m done with relationships for a while. Not after the shit I went through with
the last one.”
I
shake my head. “Seriously, I don’t think she’s anything like that. She’s
Denise’s best friend, and from what I’ve seen, Denise doesn’t hang out with
skanks like Justine.”
“Justine
was worse than a skank.” Shot number five disappears quicker than I can blink.
“Trinity
loves the fact that you play basketball,” I say.
“You
told her that?”
“Yeah.
And she thinks it’s hot.”
“Does
she, now?” He traces his thumb across his smiling lips.
“Yup,
and she said she wants to watch you play sometime.”
“Play
what?”
“Basketball!”
He
nods absently. Has the vodka already started to kick in?
AUTHOR BIO:
MarieLong is a novelist who enjoys the snowy weather, the mountains, and a cup of hot white chocolate. She's an avid supporter of literacy movements like We Need Diverse Books (WNDB) and National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).
He
wants the world and the admiration of everyone in it.
Sean Taiden, the inconspicuous drummer of
Reckless Beat, is sick of living in the shadows of his bandmates’ success.
He’ll do anything to gain the recognition he deserves. Even if
it means dancing in a music video to the Reckless track that drives a knife
into his broken heart whenever he hears it. The saving grace is the tempting
choreographer who may be the one person able to distract him from the agony his
life has become.
All
she wants is the peace that comes with solitude.
Melody Jenkins knows all about fame. She
knows enough to determine she doesn’t want a part of it anymore. After quitting
her professional dance career, she set up a quiet studio and focused on
starting a new beginning away from prying eyes. Until a sexy drummer strides
into her life, making her crave something she can’t have while also pushing her
to expose secrets she can’t bear to reveal.
Conflicting
aspirations and one inextinguishable passion.
She needs to hide from the world she once
owned. He wants to rise to the top, proving to himself and his friends that
he’s always been the heartbeat of the band. Caught between what they need and
what they want, Melody and Sean have to decide which is more important—their
individual plans for the future or their feelings for one another.
Check out the other books in the Reckless
Beat Series – click
here
About the Author
Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her
two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.
In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading
alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her
mind.
Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional
heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also
serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
Book: Matt: The Beginning Series: Prequel to: To Murder Matt (Can be read as a standalone) Genre: Dark/Erotic Romance Author: Viveca Benoir Hosted By:Francessca’s Romance Reviews
Synopsis:
Matt is a devil amongst men.
In 'To Murder Matt,' Matt was the most hated man on the planet. People around him wanted to murder him. He was abusive, mean and a downright nasty character that you prayed you would never meet.
Here we read his story. We join him on his journey through life from his very first breath and we find out why he becomes a devil amongst men.
Whatever you think you know about Matt, throw it out of the window, it’s wrong. You need to read his story.
A twisting dark novel of grand passions, heart breaking love, betrayal, death, deceit and lies.
Important. Suitable for 18+ Adults only. Contains sexually explicit scenes.
“That’s it. Push! Harder!” The woman lying on the bed screamed, her face screwed up in agony as the pain wracked her body. “That’s it. Good Girl, and again.” She screamed again, and pushed with all her might. Her face coming forward as she tried to scrunch her body up and push the baby out. Her face screwed up in effort, her forehead glistening with sweat. Her massive stomach cramping in pain. She had been rushed in, in the later stages of labour. Her white hospital gown, from another facility, was dirty with long term wear. Her hair was matted and her fingernails were clogged with dirt. The midwife didn’t care who she was, or where she came from. To her, she was a mother to be, and her job was to help her have her baby safely. BANG. The sudden loud sound caused the pregnant woman to scream in fear as there was a sudden explosion followed by a power cut that plunged them both into the darkness. “Merde.” The midwife muttered in the pitch black. The girl on the bed was screaming still, and now she couldn’t see what was happening; right at the crucial moment. She needed to deliver the baby. The girl was so close now. “Get me some lights in here,” she shouted to no one in particular. Then she spoke calmly towards the young woman giving birth. “Stay calm, ma Cherie, your baby will be fine. You can do this.” The girl on the bed grunted with the effort. She suddenly groaned and screamed again and the midwife put her hands forward in the dark to try and feel what was happening. She visualised the events in her mind and knew immediately what to do. She felt a baby start to fall forward into her hands. The head slimy with mucus, then the shoulder. She quickly put her fingers around the throat to feel for the umbilical cord, and pulled it over the head. Her actions instinctive, trained and experienced. She smiled as she felt the baby wriggle forward and slide fully into her hands, its arms warm and tiny. She loved this part of her job. The first moments of the miracle of life. She smiled too, because even without the lights, she could see. She had done this hundreds of times, but never in the dark like this. ‘I could do it blindfolded,’ she thought. Expertly she did everything she had done for all the other births she had assisted at. Tonight though, she was on her own. She cleared the nasal passageways and held the baby upside down and smacked the bottom hard. The baby let out a shocked cry and breathed in sharply followed by a loud trembling scream. “Well done, ma Cherie.” She said to the moaning woman. She was obviously tired. The midwife tied the umbilical cord and cut it before finding a towel so she could wrap and hand the baby to its new mother. She felt her way through the darkness towards her, her eyes still unaccustomed to the pitch black. “Here, take your baby. We will see what it is when the lights come back on.” She was just about to lay the baby on her breast when the girl on the bed screamed again and started wailing. She started panting again and making sounds as though she were bearing down again. “Huh?” The midwife said in surprise. “Are you having twins? Oh Dieu!” The woman grunted and began pushing down again. The midwife hastily put the baby on the side and began to assist the woman. The baby was screaming too, and she tutted to herself. ‘Did she have to do everything herself? And where were those lights?’ “Help me,” the woman said between pushes. “Help me.” “It’s ok, you are well. You already have one child, the next one is coming any minute now. You will be fine.” She felt a baby crowning, the head pushing through the already widened birthing canal. She held her hands there to guide it through. It landed into her hands, much as the first had done and again her skills kicked in. Still, in total darkness, she felt for the umbilical cord, she cleared the baby’s passageways and she held the baby upside down to help it breathe. She slapped its bottom and heard a great yell from the baby. Now there were two babies crying. ‘What a night.’ The midwife thought. The woman started screaming again. ‘Was there another Baby? Was it possible?’ She screamed differently though. More this time. She sounded in more pain than before. It was a blood curdling scream and she hoped never to ever hear it again. It sent shivers down her spine, and she had goose bumps on her arms. She rushed to assist her. “What? Another?” She said in confusion. She put the baby down on the side with the other and rushed back to her side. Her hands felt about in the darkness, there was only wetness between the woman’s legs. Lots of it. She was haemorrhaging badly, blood was pumping from between her legs, like a waterfall of warm wet stickiness. It gushed off the bed and dripped down to the floor, covering it in a slowly expanding red carpet of life. “Help me.” The woman said weakly. The midwife screamed for others to come and help her. She started to push towels between the new mother’s legs in a bid to staunch the bleeding. She could feel the blood pouring on to her feet. “It’s ok.” She said as calmly as she could. “You will be ok. Hold on. You have two beautiful babies. You will see them in a minute.” She said to the woman on the bed. In the background, the babies were both screaming, a sad wailing, as if they knew. They were cold, and alone. They wanted the warmth of their mother. Their cries were pitiful. She called out to others to come assist her. But nothing. No one came, for tonight everyone was busy; there was a strike on at the hospital and they were on a skeleton staff. When the lights finally came back on, the woman was dead. Blood was everywhere, her lifeless body looking as though she had been murdered. Stabbed. She had haemorrhaged everywhere. Her legs were wide open, the blood soaked towel doing little to staunch her life force as it seeped from her. Her arms were hanging listlessly over the side of the bed. Her eyes were looking up to the ceiling, forlorn and desperate. The midwife was covered in blood too. She was also standing in the sticky red life liquid that had dripped from the bed and pooled on the floor about her. She wept as she looked at the devastating scene around her. Never in all her nursing life had she ever lost a patient. This girl had been so young, so beautiful, even if she had come from the local insane asylum. S he didn’t deserve to die, not like this. The midwife looked at the two babies on the side. One was a boy, and one was a girl. “Come little one.” She said as she took the little girl into her arms. “I will keep you myself. I shall name you Marie.” She looked across at the little boy, his arms were flailing and his face was red and angry. “You,” she said sadly. “I cannot take, but I shall find you a home. You, I shall call Matthieu.” The baby boy, Matthieu, whimpered.
Born to British Army parents, Viveca grew up in Europe and speaks six European languages fluently, which basically means she can buy food wherever she goes. Married, with two biological children, plus four adopted children. Now, years later, the kids all grown up, she is an international best selling author, writing a variety of genres. Her hobbies, when not writing, include sailing, flying, ski-ing, fencing, dressage, and playing the cello.
