Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Review "Awakening" by Elene Sallinger

Author: Elene Sallinger
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 199
Source: Publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Published: December 15, 2012
Author's Website

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
 This is the story of Claire Ryan and Evan Lang. 35-year-old Claire joins a local book club for romance readers in order to get over the breakdown of her 14-year relationship, there she meets book shop owner Evan, a dominant man who has never recovered from the sudden death of his submissive wife.

As their relationship develops and they embark on the path of Claire’s submission, it becomes harder and harder for Evan to keep his emotional distance. Claire is open and responsive and he wants her badly, but refuses to let himself go.

As Claire falls deeper in love with Evan, she realises that he is holding back and decides to end their relationship, forcing Evan to confront his own past and his feelings in order to save his new love.

Winner of the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.

My Review:
 A very emotional, refreshing, enlightening and engrossing read that shows another side to BDSM that most authors do not add to their stories. An eye opener to me that I feel those that are true fans of the BDSM scene will greatly appreciate.

Claire finally finds herself again after many years of an unhappy and abusive relationship with a man she’s never even loved. She learns a lot about herself from the experience and it has awakened her soul. One of the things being, that she is not alone in the world with her preferences, desires and turn ons. Now she explores a new road and it leads her to a new, refreshing, satisfying and happy life that she’s longed for.

Evan has lost his soul mate, his submissive, his best friend and lover some years back when his wife passed away and has yet to move on in the personal or intimate level of his life. He has his business, but has yet to have any desire to be with another woman sexually ever since his wife. That’s until the beautiful Claire steps into his bookstore and brings turmoil into all of his being. He does not want to want her, but his body and soul are not listening to what his mind is telling them…

I’ve read this story three times now and came out a satisfied reader each and every time. Looking for a great BDSM read that’s original, sexy and has a great HEA? You have it right here people :)

Overall Rating

Sex Rating of 5 Dragon Flames 

Monday, April 29, 2013

Review Love by Design (Design #1) by Elizabeth James

"Love by Design"
Author: Elizabeth James

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pages: 240

Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.

Published: January 12, 2013

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
 Callie Brandon wasn't looking for love; it always ended up at the feet of someone else. But when a sexy architect sets his determined, baby blue eyes on her, she starts to believe maybe life has designed her very own "happily ever after".

My Review:
Love by Design is a very sweet, romantic and addictive romance that I found to be an excellent start to a new series. This read is a definite a must for all fans of the genre that enjoy a memorable story.

Callie is a beautiful, intelligent and successful woman that finds herself at a bit of a crossroads in life. Very happy and comfortable in her current job position and loving what she does. She’s approached and given a choice. To stay aboard and work with new owners or take a package deal and leave. Many things help her to make her decision. One being her so called “best friend” (Ashley), opportunities that open up from the change and meeting Justin…

Justin is a very handsome and successful man that has secrets (none harmful) and many decisions to make. They day he meets Callie his life changes, for the better. He is taken by her and wants her like he’s never wanted another. But will his secrets destroy any chance to be with her or will she understand and embrace him the way his heart desires?

I LOVE the two main characters; I love all of the characters actually. But Callie and Justin come through the pages as soul mates. They complement and complete one another perfectly! I look forward to seeing where Elizabeth will go in the next of the series 

Overall Rating

Sex Rating of 2 Dragon Flames 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Serenya’s Song NEW COVER Reveal Party!

Serenya’s Song NEW COVER Reveal Party!
Serenya's Song, Book Two of the stand-alone Tallenmere fantasy romance series, was born in April 2012. To better reflect its place as the darker middle-child of the series, cover artist Caroline Andrus and I tore the original cover down and redesigned it! Special thanks goes to KY photographer Alicia Carlton and KY model Courtney Leigh Collins for providing a beautiful image for Serenya!

On Sunday, April 28 from 5-9 PM EST, I want to show off this new beautiful cover, so please join me for a night of prizes, games, music, and merriment! Share this event AND bring a friend!

Schedule/Prize List:

Cover Reveal, Blurb, Trivia / Weekend Spotlight OR Interview
Song & Excerpt
What's Your Hobbit Name? / Notebook & Mug
Song & Excerpt
Add Your Own Caption / 4 E-Copies of Serenya's Song
Song & Excerpt
Share the Cover / Signed Print of Serenya's Song
Song & Excerpt
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To learn more about Serenya’s Song and the Tallenmere Series, visit my Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4625596.Mysti_Parker

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Review Gypsy Rose (Kings of Cardenas #3) by Elise Marion

"Gypsy Rose"
Author: Elise Marion
Genre: Historical Romance
Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.
Published: March 30, 2013
Author's Website 

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:

“Unlike the delicate hothouse rose, the Gypsy rose is riddled with thorns. Few men are brave enough to take one in their grasp.”

Tatiana Angelo always dreamed of a life of opulence and glamour. When her cousin became the wife of the King of Cardenas, she was swept away by the intrigue and decadence of palace life and became the jewel of the royal court. Catching the eye of a rich and titled lord seemed like a dream come true, but a few months after their whirlwind elopement, Tatiana found herself abandoned by the man she once thought loved her. Now, all she wishes to do is return to her previous life, one of simplicity and freedom. When Adrian Wilshire enters her life, Tatiana is certain she’s found in him the freedom and passion she desires. Despite the scars left on her heart by her past love, she throws caution to the wind and opens herself to the possibility of a future with him. But when the truth of his identity comes to light, the pain of his betrayal is too much to bear. Yet, despite her anger and sadness, she finds that turning her back on him will be harder than she could have ever imagined.

A few months ago, Adrian Wilshire was nothing more than the illegitimate son of a courtesan and titled lord. After years of hard work, he’s finally saved enough to begin the modest but quiet life he’s always craved, hoping that in doing so he will finally leave the ghosts of his tormented past behind. When he sets eyes on the vivacious Gypsy dancing under the moonlight, Adrian knows that he has finally found the woman that could make his dream of a happy life complete. But the strains of a responsibility he never wanted weigh heavily on him, as the demands of an estate left to him by his father press in on him from all sides. Can he live his life trapped in a gilded cage he despises and still keep the heart of a woman who desires freedom above all else? With his vengeful half-brother bent on destroying everything Adrian has inherited, as well as his life and love, Adrian will find keeping the balance between duty and desire even more complicated.
Can Adrian fight the dangers of the present and the ghosts of the past while claiming the fickle heart of the Gypsy Rose? Can two broken hearts find comfort in each other and lasting love?

Elise Marion's Kings of Cardenas saga continues with a story of heartbreak, passion, deception, and love. 

My Review:
Gypsy Rose is the third book in the Kings of Cardenas series. I’ve read each one and have to tell you, I enjoyed each and every one of them! While not a huge fan of the historical genre, Elise’s writing is so flirty, fun and all around wonderful I cannot help but to enjoy it! It can be read as a stand-alone if the reader chooses, but you’ll miss out on some grand adventures and wonderful growth and relationships. This is a story any fans of the genre or even those considering it, will enjoy.

Tatiana is a smart, beautiful woman that now has a tarnished reputation, one she does not deserve. She just wants to be what she once was, what she was born to be, a free spirit. No man would allow such a thing. Not with the ways they live. Well that’s what she thought until the day she met Adrian. From that day forward, her life takes a new path and she likes the way it leads!

Adrian has recently gained a new status and wealth and responsibilities along with it. All he’s never thought possible for him. He’s not looking for anything or anyone. He’s just living, doing what he enjoys and taking care of all that is needed. His desires change the evening he lays his eyes on the beautiful gypsy. His destiny…

Together these two destined soul mates help one another and complete each other like no other. I thought this would be the last of the series, but it looks as if there’s to be more coming our way (YAY!) I look forward to seeing what Elise has in store for us next :) 

Overall Rating

Sex Rating of 3 Dragon Flames 

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

~Like Vikings? Week 2/chapter 2 of Silver and Spice by Maria MacAuley is here!~

Hello friends/followers! Welcome to week 2/chapter 2 of  Maria MacAuley's Silver & Spice. Now we present to you another small portion of a very exciting, romantic and all-around great story.  We will be posting a chapter for you to enjoy each week until the story's end. We are looking forward to comments, feelings, thoughts, etc. of what you think for each portion posted. So please be sure to leave a comment in the comments section :)
Now I present to you... Silver and Spice!
View Prologue and first chapter HERE

Chapter 2

Roisin struggled, kicking and flailing her arms. Panicked, she couldn't hear beyond the throbbing in her ears, and twisting her head with every ounce of strength she could muster, she managed to open her jaw and bite down as hard as she could, into the flesh of his palm. Hissing in outrage the attacker pulled harder on her braid, jerking her head back so that she whimpered in pain, silencing the scream building in her lungs. 'Try to bite me again wench, and with a swift blow to the back of the head, you will make the journey in the same state as your companion.'
He spun Roisin around to see Ciara unconscious in the blond man's arms. She stifled a cry, as the blond viking spoke to her in halting Gaelic. 'She has only fainted. But if you do not want both her and yourself to spend the rest of the journey in this condition, I suggest that you obey my brother.' He laid Ciara on the ground, and bent his head over her face as if to check for a breath. Looking in horror at Ciara's ashen face and chalk-like lips, Roisin's body went limp; she fell to her knees, only her braid tethering her to her captor. She wanted to resist, to fight and run away, but not only could she not leave Ciara, her own muscles were paralyzed in fear. She stared in silent terror as the blond man balled up a piece of cloth drawn from his belt and nonchalantly threw it over her head to the giant. From behind, he pulled the cloth between her teeth and gagged her before she had the presence of mind to protest. He finished by binding her hands tightly with a strip of leather, his glare full of hatred.
Kneeling on the ground, rasping breaths not reaching her lungs, she watched as the beast casually picked up her damp cloak from the forest floor. He reached into the pouch at his waist, and, unscrolling a missive, stabbed the document through her cloak, and onto a tree. Suddenly she was aware of her small size, it would be impossible to out run this beast. He was tall and broad, dressed in a plain, undyed tunic and leggings, the only splash of colour was the unique red-brown of his hair, an uncharacteristic trait in the Northmen.
'Don't you have pretty green eyes, Roisin? Does your betrothed see their beauty?' the monster taunted her, as he tugged on her wrists, her knees still threatening to give way. 'Walk now. My brother will take good care of Ciara. He is an honourable man.'
She stumbled behind him through the woods. He moved swiftly, pulling on her bonds, and growling like a bear if she didn't move fast enough. She glanced behind and saw the grim-faced fair-haired beast carrying Ciara as if she were a babe. Honourable? Ciara was unconscious at this man's hands. She blinked back tears, the sting blinding her to all but the thought of Ciara, her white-blonde hair and arms swinging lifelessly. Bowing her head to hide the unshed tears, she did not want these barbarians to see how scared she truly was. Her morning meal was churning in her stomach threatening to choke her, the cold Spring air of the woods forgotten as fear left her skin feeling fever faint but her blood like ice.
Confused thoughts scrambled through her mind, seeking answers but finding none. There were only two of them and they called each other brother; normally Viking came rampaging by the score. How did these men know their names, she wondered. She and Ciara had not strayed so far from Dun na Shee that the tolling bells of St Aonghus' church would not be have been heard should there have been a raid. If longships had been sighted on the horizon, the church bells were always rung in warning, to give the men time to ready their weapons, and the women time to protect the children and hide the valuables, what little of value was left. None of this was making sense to Roisin, her random muddled thoughts only to be interrupted by a regular sharp jerk on the unyielding bonds.
A short distance though the dark constricting trees, beams of sunshine gradually gave way to full sunlight, low in the sky. A pair of horses were there, grazing on the few early fresh leafy shoots of grass. Roisin watched as the blond gently placed Ciara over the saddle and mounted, supporting her over his lap. Her own abductor tugged on her braid, forcing her to face him. 'Now Roisin, can you obey and sit upright alongside me, or perhaps you'd prefer to be thrown across my knee like that?' He tilted his head toward the other horse, and the lifeless Ciara. Roisin shook her head, mewling against the gag, and tried to step back. Sighing in exasperation, he hoisted her onto the back of the horse and pulled himself up beside her, letting both her legs fall to one side. At least she still had some modesty. She tried to move away from his broad chest, but he pulled her in close, looping a rope around their bodies. 'I can't have my goods escaping me, can I?' Goods! Jesu, he was going to sell her! She had heard stories of the slave markets in Dubh Linn, where the Viking casually examined human beings as if they were animals. She could not become another man's property. It was bad enough to be passed from her father to MacRonan for coin, but to be sold as a piece of flesh to another was much worse. She started to tremble, but he pulled her in closer, his bristly beard grazing against the shell of her ear. 'If you obey me, I will not harm you Roisin, but you are precious goods with which I will barter.'
The horses took off towards the North coast at a gallop, the momentum throwing Roisin against his chest. His chuckles at her attempts to keep a distance between their bodies was humiliating. She tried to calm her breathing, to focus on not fainting or drowning herself in her own vomit which threatened with every lurch. The panic continued to build as they rode further and further from Dun na Shee; they might still be on her father’s lands, but even by following the trails, he would never catch up now. When they finally stopped she could see a small longboat in the lough, partially obscured by the overhanging willows from the banks. The irony of the situation was not lost on Roisin. It was their intention to cut willows for basket weaving that had left them in this predicament.


Two men came out from behind the trees, barely glancing at the women, but greeting the riders like old friends. Roisin did not understand a word of their guttural Norse tongue.
'Greetings, Johan, Knottr! Are we ready to sail?' Kristr called out to his friends; there was no trace of fear in his voice at being heard by the Irish. Unknotting the rope from around his waist, he jumped down from the horse, sighing in exasperation as she shied away from his grasp. It was futile. He yanked her ankles, and she slid off the horse into his arms. Avoiding his cold grey eyes, she twisted from his hold steadied herself against the flank of the horse.
'Ja, Kristr, the boat is ready.’ One man, the younger of the two spoke. Turning his attention to Erik, Johan him a friendly slap on the back. ‘What have you done to that sweet little girl?' He laughed as he reached for the horse's reins from Erik, patting the neck of the sweating beast and placing a leather bucket of water at its feet. Roisin noticed that he was dressed more like her own kinsfolk, with a short man’s kirtle and woven breeches rather than woolen leggings. He did not look quite like the other three either; his features were not quite so chiseled and distinct. Apart from the language, she would have believed he was Irish. She knew she was not tall, but surrounded by these huge men, she felt the size of the fairy folk.
'Silly girl fainted on me in her panic, please help me, Knottr,’ grumbled Erik as he eased his hands under Ciara’s still form, into the other giant’s waiting arms. 'Although it did make the ride here pleasant looking at that pretty rump.' Spreading a cloak on the ground on which Ciara could lie, his gaze drifted downwards as he surveyed his prize. 'I'd best try rousing her, hadn't I?' Reaching for his saddlebag, he pulled out a waterskin and put it to Ciara's lips. Easing back into Gaelic he said 'Come on little Ciara, waken up, you've slept enough now.' Ciara started to stir, blinking slowly as she opened her eyes, flashes of panic across her face as she must have recalled what happened. She gave a cry of fear as she called out Roisin's name, looking around for her friend. When their eyes met, and seeing Roisin so helpless, she tried to jump up, but was quickly subdued by Erik who scooped her into his arms and took her onto the longship, crooning in her ear, easily resisting her struggles.
Finally hearing Ciara's voice stirred Roisin out of her own fear. Ciara was alive. She had watched her sister waken, a bystander as the scene unfolded before her eyes. Finally, she found own voice, 'Slept?!' Roisin screamed through her gag in outrage, the sound muffled. 'Marauders!' The three men looked at her in mild amusement, as she spat every curse she could think of; they might not understand the words through the twist of cloth, but their meanings were evident. They looked away from her and continued conversing amongst themselves.
'A lively one Kristr, I wonder if she's always so spirited.' Johan chuckled, 'If only you would let me converse with her. By the sounds of it, she has a number of opinions spouting forth from that foul mouth.'
Kristr snorted in derision as he threw a pouch of silver to Johan. 'Her liveliness is of no interest to me. If this shrieking wench intrigues you so much, you have little in the way of entertainment in your life.' Ignoring her torrent of half-formed words, he pushed her by the small of her back towards the boat. 'As soon as I receive what MacRonan owes me, he can have her, if I haven't cut out her foul tongue by then.' Shaking his head in mirth Johan lead the horses into the darkness of the woods as Knottr effortlessly pushed the boat from its hidden moorings, jumped on board, and it glided off into the night.

Thanks for the painting be given to E Patterson

Roisin felt his firm grip on her arm as he guided her into a small tented area at the front of the boat. Ciara was already there with the blond man sitting very close to her. There was barely room for two, never mind four. The single candle held within a wrought bronze cylinder cast an eerie flickering light over the cramped space. Ciara was still obviously shaking with cold and fear, but she had been swathed in a fur, and her abductor held it around her shoulders, warming her body, as they left the lough estuary, and approached the open sea. The tenderness he displayed to Ciara was so at odds with the rest of the day. At least her quiet gentle natured friend was not tied and helpless.
Goods. He had called her goods. We aren't women, just tradable objects to these people. She was interrupted from her thoughts by feeling the gag being pulled from her mouth. She wriggled her jaw in relief. 'Be quiet, little Roisin, and I shall not silence you again.' She nodded, glad to have the rag from her mouth. He held a skin of water to her lips. 'Drink, Roisin. We have a long journey ahead of us.' She gulped the water gratefully, not realising her thirst. 'Easy sweetling,' she winced at the term of endearment, 'you don't want to choke'.
'Why have you taken us?' her voice was barely a hoarse whisper. 'You speak Gaelic but you are a...a..'
'Viking?' Kristr finished for her. 'Ja, I'm a Viking but I am also a merchant, a trader, when necessary, a warrior.' Roisin shivered, as he continued, 'You will be spending some time as our, ah, guests,' he paused, 'therefore, let me introduce myself. My name is Kristr Halsrason. You have also met my brother, Erik.' Erik smiled at her, but she couldn't return it, the formalities almost comical after being bound, gagged and dumped on a ship to Heaven knows where. He still held Ciara in his arms, as if she was his betrothed, not Brian’s. His gruff voice again broke through her thoughts. 'You are to wed in a fortnight, is that not so?' How on God's earth did he know this? She nodded. 'To Sean MacRonan?' She nodded again. 'Well, allow me to appraise you of your situation, little Roisin. He reneged on an arrangement we had, and he owes me at least a sack of silver. Six of your Irish pound-weights. When he gives me my payment for my goods, he will have his goods returned.' He pulled her plait, as if to confirm it was herself that he meant. Roisin gasped in shock, her original feelings of untrustworthy preening MacRonan and the stories of his treachery flying through her head. The matter of fact tone of this – Kristr – was taking chilled her to the bone. She was to be ransomed.
'But if he doesn't pay…?' Roisin could not keep the anxiety out of her voice as it trailed off.
'He is to wed you. You love each other. If he does not pay,' he shrugged, 'Your father will.'
'My father does not have that amount of silver! It was kept in monasteries – you Vikings know that! You raided them and stole our wealth! And you have no quarrel with my father! He is an innocent party, as am I! This is between you and MacRonan.' She did not know who she hated more at the moment, her husband-to-be or her captor.
The outburst did not deter Kristr. 'Your brother will find the silver. He is betrothed to Ciara, is he not?'
'Aye, but...' her tone was confused as to how he knew so much about her kin.
Kristr held up his hand to stop her, speaking slowly as if she were a child of five summers. 'It's very simple. Your family or your betrothed will have four seasons to provide me with my silver, or I shall get it by selling you at the slave market in Hedeby, after I have your maidenhead. That is worth at least a coin or two, don't you think?' MacRonan's own stomach-churning words rang in his head, how the disgusting slob had laughed casually at the silver-weight being equal to a thrall or a dowry. MacRonan obviously did not see much difference in the value of a slave or a wife.
Roisin stared down at her bound hands, and chewed her lip, blinking furiously to keep her tears at bay. How could this be her life after the fun she and Ciara had this morning? She wanted to curse this man, and every man she knew. She'd take his manhood afore he took her to bed.
Again, she felt his cold stare. 'Stop with the false tears of a spoiled wench,' he growled, pushing his finger under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. ‘You will behave when you are in my company, otherwise I will not make your time with me easy.’ Holding the stare for a moment, he straightened up, and walked out of the tent. Erik laid Ciara down against Roisin, smiled softly at her and followed Kristr onto the small deck.

Holding onto the side of the boat, staring into the blackness, Erik finally spoke. 'Brother, why did you speak to her like that? You have never taken a woman unwillingly.' His voice lowered, 'Your mother...'
Kristr's voice remained even. 'I know. I have never taken an unwilling woman to my furs, and that will not change. It was only my temper. Besides, a threat make might make her more compliant on the trip home. I do not care if she hates me, but if that shrill harpy knew more about her love, MacRonan, she would be happy to be far away from his kind. He will give her nothing but sorrow.' Nonetheless, he could not concern himself with her marriage. He wanted his money and revenge.
'Ja, I know but you are not in the habit of terrorising a woman, even if she is betrothed to your enemy. And do not think that I missed you looking at that sweet ruby mouth of hers. I know lust when I see it.'
'Nei. It not lust. I care nothing for her. She is a means to my silver.' He wished he meant that. The feel of her thick braid, black as the night sky above their heads. That red lip captured between straight white teeth. Those eyes, an exquisite green, like coloured Venetian glass.

So far, all was going according to his plan. He had found and captured MacRonan's woman, with an additional hostage in the beautiful Ciara. He had left the ransom note for Conal of Dun na Shee to find. His long-time friend Johan O'Toole would make the journey to Dubh Linn and bring news north within six sennights. He did not expect that MacRonan would take bride-stealing lightly, and would retaliate. MacRonan was a merchant, interested in property and expensive objects from the far corners of the world. This was not about love for him, it was about displaying his finery, his trophies. His poor taste in gaudy trinkets would destroy the natural beauty of Roisin. He would bind her with gold and silver, rather than a leather strip, his overly ornate necklaces choking and strangling any breath of life out of her, every bit as much as an iron thrall collar. He shook his head, trying to shake the images from his mind. Caring for Roisin was not part of his plan.
He needed to expend some energy and concentrate on something other than the petite woman huddled in the stern. Settling himself onto a sea chest, and taking an oar he began to heave the huge beam in rhythm with the other crew. 'Go take the steer, Knottr can row with me part of the night. We have to make it North before the waxing moon and change of tides.
Back in the tent Roisin wriggled closer to Ciara for some heat. 'Can you release these bonds? I cannot bear to be trussed like an animal,' she whispered her words, afraid that their captors may be listening.
Ciara fumbled with the knot. 'I cannot undo it in this poor light, it is too complex.' She cupped her hands around Roisin's, 'Your hands are so cold.' She rubbed their hands over one another, trying to generate some warmth. 'What do you think they will do with us? Erik told me that that they would not harm us, but that they want silver before they will return us home.'
The names were harsh to Roisin’s ears, and sounded strange coming from Ciara’s tongue. 'I know Brian has some buried away, but not enough to satisfy these Northmen, I am sure.' Ciara's thoughts seemed to tumble out, each sentence faster and more frantic than the last.
Roisin took a deep breath. 'I believe that our clan will do everything to pay the ransom, but I cannot vouch for MacRonan's integrity. If he has cheated in a trade, as Kristr says, and robbed him of coin, why would he pay for me? For us?' She bit back a sob as she thought of what she had just said of herself.
Ciara stopped rubbing Roisin's hands. 'I am sorry I cannot free you, but we both need to keep our strength up and our wits about us.' Roisin curled her body into Ciara, as she tucked the fur around their bodies before casting her much longer cloak over both of them. They chose silence over unanswered questions, but once again Roisin was lost in her thoughts. How did a pagan Norseman get a name like Kristr?


Maria MacAuley is from Derry, Ireland and has a degree in Celtic Languages. She is married to the love of her life, and they live in relative peace with two cats.

She has a secret wish that her husband will investigate his Nordic family tree further and whisk her off on a longboat to Hammerfest to view the Northern Lights.

If Maria were to choose her favourite tense, it should be the subjunctive, and is always keen to discuss same over a pint of Guinness.

Thank you to unknownswilly (http://unknownswilly.orgfree.com) for the kind use of a number of her photographs.

Bounce on over to Chapter 3 HERE

~*"No portion of this story may be copied or shared without the direct permission of the author."*~

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Review Amy's Story (Fang Chronicles #1) by D'Elen McClain

"Amy's Story"
Author: D'Elen McClain

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Pages: 180

Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.

Published: January 4, 2012

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
Amy is hot on a story as she tries to discover what life is like for teenage girls living on the street. When her disguise almost gets her killed, she’s saved by one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. His private life is filled with secrets and his story sparks Amy’s interest. Discovering the truth lands her in a world of vampires and werewolves that she never dreamed existed. She also didn't dreamed she could truly love a man or vampire but Marcus shows her the light. Now the two must fight the one person who can destroy their chance at love. With the help of Marcus’ clan of werewolves the war begins. 

My Review:

An exciting romantic paranormal read that has some very original elements that peek a reader’s interest and keep you turning the pages. A definite story worth checking out for any PNR fans that enjoy something different to read.

Amy is a reporter currently deep into a story. It’s a dangerous path she’s on and soon figures that out when a man drugs her and then some. Luckily someone comes and rescue’s her from further harm and permanent scarring both inside and out. This mystery man both captivates and intrigues her from the start. The questions that constantly linger are who is he and why was he there?

Marcus is a powerful male in many ways. He’s desired by many and hated by others. He’s very wealthy and has been around for centuries. He’s also known as a leader, a very important, respected, loved and cherished vampire that rules over, takes care of (and various other aspects) a pack of  werewolves. He’s currently in a situation that he does not want to be in, but we all know how it goes when fate is at play… There’s just no stopping it!

Amy’s story is packed full of surprises at every turn and is full of many elements of the paranormal that I’ve not ever read. A good start to a series that I plan to continue to follow. This world the author has created has me VERY curious!

Overall Rating 3.5

Sex Rating of 3 Dragon Flames

Review Emily's Story (Fang Chronicles #2) by D'Elen McClain

"Emily's Story"
Author: D'Elen McClain

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Pages: 197

Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.

Published: August 14, 2012

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
After a werewolf savagely rapes Carolynn, she hides her tormented secret below the basement stairs for nineteen years.

Emily’s entire universe was the caged room in the cellar. She knew little kindness and received only enough food to stay alive. She understood nothing of the world above stairs. She would have died in the room of her childhood, but her world changed the day she could take no more. Her life began the day she killed her mother.

Brandt the alpha of the Northern Pack has loved the same woman for hundreds of years. Each day his heart breaks slowly because she does not return his love. Having no will to live, he invites death through challenges for alpha.

Brandt’s life changes when he hunts a feral werewolf for killing a human. Delivering death to the beautiful white she-wolf is his job but one bite of her sweet blood alters his heart and now he must tame the woman who has never known love.

Warning: Blood, death, violence, vampires, hot werewolves and hot sex! The perfect paranormal romance.

My Review:

Emily’s Story is the second book in the Fang Chronicles series and can definitely be read as a stand-alone. The whole concept and presentation of the paranormal’s, and all characters are original and intriguing. I enjoyed this one much more that the first. All-in-all it’s a series that is definitely worth looking in to for all fans of the genre.

Emily’s story is a very sad one with a VERY happy ending. Raised in the darkness and treated as if she’s a sinful entity by her own natural mother. She’s believed herself to be evil, unworthy and too different to belong. After almost two decades of believing all of this, things finally change and for the better I might add. Especially since the day she met Brandt (sigh).

Brandt’s story is very different from Emily’s. He’s known what he is and was raised as a child should be. He now stands as alpha for his pack. But he holds one HUGE problem on his shoulders. The one he thought to be his mate is actually another’s. He refuses to give up on her and because of his refusal, his pack is in shambles. All of this changes the very minute he meets Emily.

Love the character growth that occurred with both main characters and the adjustments they both made for one another. It’s a deeply emotional and touching story that lingers in your mind long after you’re through reading and it leaves you wanting more in the very best of ways. I CANNOT wait to get my hands on the next in the series :)

Overall Rating 4.5

Sex Rating of 3 Dragon Flames

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Review A Flowerpot Christmas Tree by Brooklyn Wilde

"A Flowerpot Christmas Tree"
Author: Brooklyn Wilde

Genre: Erotic Romance

Pages: 87

Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.

Published: December 19, 2012

Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
This Christmas, she'll get exactly what she needs...

40-something anthropology professor Lillian Chase knows how to be alone, even if the sights and sounds of the season make her a little lonely. When she’s not teaching classes, Lillian helps law enforcement solve missing persons cases through facial reconstruction. But the anthropology department finds this kind of subjective application a little too soft, and Lillian’s not sure she’ll be approved for tenure. Worse, though, she worries that she won’t be able to identify the skull of her most recent “Jane Doe” in time to give the missing woman’s family closure for the holidays.

But when a twenty-seven-year-old artist and former student moves in downstairs, Lillian finds herself feeling more than just neighborly. Noah Ames is all kinds of off-limits: he’s too young, he’s a former student, and he lives right downstairs. Even with three strikes against him, his fiery appeal is undeniable. He pushes Lillian’s boundaries—sexual and otherwise—in ways she’s not sure she’s comfortable with. But that just may be exactly what Lillian needs… 

My Review:
 I absolutely LOVE this story. Yes, it is short, but every single bit of it satisfying. It’s refreshing, romantic, touching and a definite MUST read for any fans of the genre.

Lillian lost her husband 5 years ago and has yet to move on in her personal life. She’s an intelligent, beautiful 40 year old woman with needs that any woman, younger or older has. One of them being the company of another human being on a daily basis. She finally meets someone of interest, more an interest of friendship than anything else for various reasons. One being his age. What would she do with a 27 year old VERY handsome man being as old as she is(don’t answer that)? The other reason, guilt. How can she move on if she’s yet to let go of her husband?

I found myself going through a variety of emotions as I read A Flower Pot Christmas Tree. Happiness, sadness, anger, excitement and anticipation. I hope Brooklyn has many more works out there for me to read. I really enjoy her writing style and the way all words put on the pages can be felt :)

Overall Rating

Sex Rating of 3 Dragon Flames