Kitty Thomas-Twisted Fates

Kitty has such a great way with dark and twisted books, and I think that Twisted Fates really shows that. This is the latest book in the Pleasure House world. The Pleasure House books can all be read as standalones. They are interconnected, but not serial. The characters do show up from one book to the next, but if you don’t know who they are, then you aren’t going to get lost. One of my favorite of Kitty’s male main characters is in the Pleasure House world, Brian. He’s a total sociopath and beyond broken, but there is just something about his story. I mention Brian because his actions are part of what happens in this book. They happened prior to his book, which happened prior to this one, in the timeline of things.

So, the Pleasure House is one where women can go to be trained to be sex slaves. When they are done with their training, they are sold to masters. Many of the women are there more or less voluntarily, but once you walk into the house, you don’t walk out of it, unless you are owned. And if you try to get away… Well, let’s just say that there’s a reason there’s a sociopath on staff.

TF is Lindsay and Shannon’s story. Lindsay is a kink-friendly psychiatrist who is one of the owners of the house. He helps to bring women to the house and does some of the training and such. Shannon was his patient, years ago, after the man that she was in a total power exchange relationship dumped her. Once he got her to a better state, he got her to come to the house for training. That was 8 years ago.

Three days into her stay, Shannon made a huge mistake. She laughed at Brian. Beyond being a sociopath, Brian ain’t the most stable person. He grabbed her, dragged her down to his personal dungeon, whipped the shit out of her and cut her with his knife, then left her for dead. She now has scars all over her back as well as some on her chest and stomach from that time. They couldn’t let her go, because, well, you just don’t leave like that. So, for the last 8 years, she’s been in a kind of limbo at the house. She manages the spa, gets played with very occasionally, and serves as kind of an object lesson, really. The lesson being, don’t fuck with Brian. She still has nightmares, and goes out of her way to avoid Brian. Then, there comes a day when it all becomes just too much. She goes to the spa, swallows a handful of pills, and lays down to wait for it all to end. But in walks Lindsay.

Lindsay tells her that he’s wanted her for all those 8 years. Shannon tells him that she hates him. Which, I don’t blame her, do you?

I really despised Lindsay. I have from the first time I read Brian and Mina’s story.  I thought that he was an asshole who thought being a psychiatrist meant that he was actually God, and that he messed around with things that he shouldn’t’ve oughta done. He seriously causes a lot of problems and doesn’t fix any of them. I just can’t stand him. At all. I mean, I have been cheering for Brian to kill him. Or hell, let Mina do it. I actually think that Mina might have more right to kill him than Brian does, but that’s just me. After having read this book, I’m kinda torn on Lindsay. I’m pretty sure that I still don’t like him. I think that I don’t like him a little less than I didn’t like him before. I don’t want to say I like him more, because that insinuates that I might have good feelings for him, and I sure the fuck don’t. I think that he is still an arrogant, condescending asshole who thinks that he knows everything, can make all the decisions for everybody ever, and is God. There are several places where he almost comes off as a good guy, but there are more places where he really doesn’t. I tried really hard to not let my dislike of Lindsay color this book before I read it. It was impossible to totally do, I mean, I am only human, but I wanted to give him a good chance, and I feel like I was able to do that.

I have always felt sorry for Shannon. She got dragged into something that was way beyond her with Brian. He was in a bad, bad, bad place when he did what he did to her. Not like he’s ever in a good place, but he was in a really bad place then. (Again, Lindsay’s fault) She has sat in the house for 8 years, watching woman after woman after woman getting what she wanted. All Shannon wanted was to have a master who loved her, took care of her, and wouldn’t throw her away. Now, she can’t even get any of the trainers to really even play with her. She feels like she’s worthless, she feels like she’s too scarred for anything and that everyone is disgusted by the way that she looks, and she can’t even look at herself because of the scars.

I loved this book. I wanted to read it faster and slower at the same time. I couldn’t wait to see what happened, but I knew that once I read it, I wouldn’t be able to discover the story again. I’m mad and sad and happy that I’ve gotten to read it for the first time. TF might be my new favorite Kitty book. If not, it’s at least tied for first. It was so intense, and I got so many feelz from it. It really is just a wow book.

And, oh, Ralph? Funny AF.

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I thought that the addition of Damian was really interesting. I also think that Damian had a point with some of what he told Lindsay, and he should’ve listened to Damian.

I liked seeing Quill and Saskia, and I think that the afterparty scene is probably one of the most intimate that I’ve read.

OK, that’s all for today. I honestly can’t recommend this one enough, or any of Kitty’s books, so go check them out. Happy reading!

 

Jessie Cooke-Hawk Available Now!

Title: Hawk: Skulls the Early Years
Series: Skulls Motorcycle Club
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019

 

 

Are some men just born bad…or do circumstances conspire to make them that way?
Grant “Hawk” Benning will go down in history as one of the baddest, most hated men on the eastern seaboard…and then some. Hawk cut his teeth on leather and steel, growing up heavily influenced by a culture of violence, drugs and crime. He would navigate the pathways between adolescence and adulthood using only the tools he’d been given…realizing too late that the club that made him a man, would likely bring about his ultimate demise.
Hawk’s life, his destiny, was with the Southside Skulls. Prospect at seventeen, Vice President at twenty-one. Two and a half decades of riding alongside the prolific Doc Marshall. Hawk will have a full life…but one wrought with a loneliness built by his reluctance to allow any glimpse of the man who really lived behind the kutte.
During his life, Hawk will fall in love with three women. The first will become his closest friend and she’ll leave a legacy that will both brighten and darken Hawk’s days to come.
The second, a free spirit…the one in touch with her own soul…the one who may have taught him how to reach his, if only she’d had the time.
And the last…the woman who would ultimately give him something that no one else ever could…a chance to glimpse and explore the best parts of himself…the parts that even he didn’t know existed.
Ride along, read along, and make your own decision in the end. Was Grant “Hawk” Benning born to be bad…or was the deck just stacked against him from the get-go?

 

 

 

 
 
 
“You can’t bring that kid in here.” Grant stood next to Cal, his mom’s old man, outside of a “Go-Go” bar on Washington Street. Grant had been to the bar before, on more than one occasion. Cal usually made him stay in the back with the “girls.” Grant didn’t really have any complaints about hanging out with the girls. They were pretty, they smelled good, and most of them were nice to him. They gave him soda pop and chocolates and they let him watch The Twilight Zone and Bewitched on the television in their dressing room while he waited for Cal. Grant thought it was funny they called it a “dressing” room since they seemed to do more undressing than dressing in there, but that wasn’t his business, so he stayed out of it. Grant spent a lot of time with Cal since his mom worked so much, and Cal taught him a lot. One of the first things he taught him was that he should always mind his own business. One of Cal’s favorite sayings was, “Row your own boat and keep your fucking oars outta mine.”

“Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” Cal asked the big, bald bouncer. “Fuck” was Cal’s favorite word; he worked it into every conversation and nearly every other word. Grant’s mother asked Cal not to say it in front of Grant when they first got together, but it didn’t seem to Grant like Cal listened to much of what his mother said. After a while, his mother started saying it too…sometimes. Grant didn’t care about that, but what bothered him was that the first time that he tried saying it, she had washed his mouth out with soap. His fourth-grade teacher had talked to them just that day about double standards. Grant didn’t understand much of it, and he hadn’t even realized he’d been listening. He was almost proud of himself for pointing it out to his mother. Of course, when he did, he got the soap bar a second time. From then on, he kept his use of the word to times when his mother wasn’t around.

“I don’t care if you’re the fucking Governor of Massachusetts,” the bald guy said. “You’re not bringing that kid in here.”

Cal didn’t like the governor, or the mayor, or the police. He talked a lot about the system being “fucked” and the cops being “corrupt” and the “man” trying to keep him down. It confused Grant a little bit because despite Cal’s obvious dislike of the government, he was definitely proud to be an American. Cal rode a Harley with an American flag painted on the tank, and at his club there was a big American flag that hung right next to their black and white Skulls flag. Grant listened to Cal and his MC brothers complain all the time about “foreigners” taking everything over. Foreign cars and motorcycles pissed them off, and they had derogatory names for anyone with a different skin color or accent. But still, Cal didn’t like the governor and Grant thought that the bouncer might end up being sorry he brought him into it.

Cal sighed, and to any other bystander he looked like he was turning to leave. But at eleven years old, Grant had already witnessed three years of Cal’s craziness and he knew well what was coming next. Cal wasn’t all that big, but to hear him tell it, he’d been kicking asses in the Watertown neighborhood he grew up in since he was five years old. Grant hadn’t really believed that at first, but he did now, and he had a feeling the big guy was about to believe it too. Grant took a step backwards to get out of the way and he saw the bouncer smile, like he thought he had won. Then just like that, Cal’s fist came out of nowhere and slammed into the guy’s face. Cal had never used his fist on the boy, but Grant had seen him use it on plenty of people and he knew it had to hurt, especially because he heard the man’s nose crack. Grant had watched Cal knock out men twice his size, make them bleed, and even make them cry. Cal always told him that if you wanted respect in this world, you had to be willing to fight for it. Grant tried using that line on the school principal the last time he got in a fight on the playground. It had gotten him suspended.

Cal stepped on the now prone, incoherent bouncer and the guy let out a painful cry. Cal pointed to the small skull on the front of his leather vest that matched the big one on his back and he said, “The Southside Skulls own this bar.” The man must be stupid, Grant thought, because he opened his mouth to try to argue. Cal pressed down harder with his boot and the man howled in pain. Cal waited for him to shut up again and then he went on, “It don’t matter whose name is on a piece of paper. The Skulls own this fucking city and your pitiful little boss knows it. Now you know it and if you ever forget it again, I’ll make sure you forget how to breathe too. You under-fucking-stand me?”

The nod the man managed looked, to Grant, like it hurt down to his bones. Cal smiled and then looked at the boy and said, “You coming? Already wasted too much fucking time on you today.”

Cal stepped over the man and Grant had to step on part of the big guy’s arm to get to the door. He didn’t understand why Cal was suddenly mad at him, but he wasn’t surprised. Cal got mad at him a lot. He never argued with Grant’s mom about “watching” the boy, but it was obvious to Grant he didn’t want to. But Cal didn’t argue with Grant’s mom about anything. He always just smiled when she was mad, let her yell at him, or whatever, and then he usually went and did things his way anyway. Grant sometimes tried that too, but nine times out of ten he got his butt whooped for it.

Once they were inside the bar, Grant had to blink his eyes real fast to keep the thick smoke from making them water. His nose burned and the bright lights from the small stage blinded him. It was disorienting and he stood still for a minute just trying to get his bearings. He felt Cal’s palm tap the back of his head. “Go on in the back,” he barked at him, “and keep your oars in your own boat!”

Grant started toward the back and he had just passed the stage and was almost to the entrance for the dressing rooms when he heard the rhythmic pounding of a drum. He stopped dead in his tracks and when he didn’t think anyone was looking, he ducked into the shadows alongside the stage and waited. He knew what the drums meant. It had been almost a year since he’d seen her, but he hadn’t been able to forget her. He crouched low in the hopes that no one would spot him, and he watched the brilliant blue headdress appear from behind the shiny curtain. The vividly colored feathers framed the woman’s pretty face and fell down to the floor on both sides of her body.

Grant held his breath as he watched the woman begin to move her body slowly in time with the drums. Occasionally she turned slightly in his direction so the leering men on the far side of the room could see her. She held a big fan with yellow and lime green feathers in front of her body and she moved it up and down, just short of revealing the “things” Grant knew he wasn’t supposed to look at. With her other hand, she held one with pink and white feathers behind her back. Her long, brown legs were bare, and her feet were adorned with sparkly blue high-heeled shoes. She was beautiful, but Grant’s favorite part about her was her hair. He loved her long, straight black hair. It hung down her back, disappearing under the fan, and then reappearing and traveling down to her ankles. It shone under the lights, waved when she danced, and it looked like if you touched it, it would be as soft as silk.

The announcer, a fat guy with a bad comb-over and acne scars all over his face, introduced her as soon as the drumming stopped. “Put your hands together and then get them dollars out, boys. We got our own little squaw in the house tonight, Hialeah, the sexiest Cherokee woman this side of the reservation.” The men clapped and whistled and yelled things Grant didn’t understand. When they quieted down again, soft music started playing and Hialeah began to dance again. Grant didn’t know what it was but something about the way she danced made him happy inside.

The men were yelling at her to drop her fans as she swayed to the music and they were reaching up onto the stage, trying to touch her. Grant wanted to tell them to stop, but he knew better. If Cal caught him watching the dancers, or talking to the men, he might just know what that fist felt like firsthand. Instead, he crept as close as he could, staying on the side of the stage where it was dark, but positioning himself so that he could get a better look at her. The music sped up and she danced faster, turning her back to the howling men and finally dropping that fan. Grant watched the men stuff money into the strap on her undies and he tried not to look at her bare bottom. But her skin was so smooth…and such a pretty color that he could hardly help himself. Hialeah turned back to face the men and she began to sway and lower the fan in front when crashing sounds and dozens of men dressed in black jackets and vests and helmets were suddenly everywhere.

“Boston PD! Everyone down! Get down on the floor, now!”

Grant’s heart was racing as he searched the dark bar with his eyes, looking for Cal. The place was chaos and he couldn’t see him anywhere. Half-naked women were running around, some were screaming and some crying. Men were dropping down to the floor like flies that had been swatted, and panic began to well up inside of him. He looked toward the door, thinking about running, but the police had it blocked. He looked toward the dressing rooms, and they were standing guard there as well. Lastly, he looked back up on the stage and to his shock, a prone Hialeah was gesturing to him with her hand. “Come here little man.” He was terrified, but if he went up on the stage they would see him…everyone would. “I know it’s scary, but all we have to do is exactly what they tell us, okay?”

Finally, with nowhere else to go, Grant climbed up on the stage and got down on his belly, sliding himself over until he was close to Hialeah. He felt her soft hand reach out and cover his and she whispered, “Be brave, little guy. It’s going to be okay.”

Grant was about to nod again but the sound of a pair of boots landing on the stage and the vibrations it sent through him caused him to gasp and look up. When he did, there was a big, black gun in his face and the man behind it suddenly flipped up the goggles he was wearing and said, “Fuck, you’re just a kid.”

“He’s with me,” Hialeah said. “Please don’t hurt him.”

The cop looked them both up and down and then shaking his head he said, “Just be still, both of you.” He left them there and while Grant lay listening to the chaos around them for the next hour, she held his hand tightly and reassured him every so often that things were going to be okay. Grant was still scared but he was also confused. He knew he should want it to all be over so he could go home, and part of him did. But the other part of him was so comfortable with the gentle woman that he almost wanted it to last all night.

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“Who are you?” Grant was at the police station. He had to pee and he was hungry. He’d missed lunch and now dinner. The cops had brought him a hamburger and French fries and a Coke, but he hadn’t touched them. They were trying to bring him over to their side, and he wasn’t about to go. Cal had warned him dozens of times about how tricky they could be. They’d been asking him the same questions for hours, and mainly who took him to the bar, but he wasn’t going to tell them. He wasn’t a snitch. He looked at the man in the suit who’d just come into the room, but he didn’t answer him. The cop in the uniform who had been with him since they got there answered for him:

“He says his name is Grant Benning. He gave me his home phone number, or so he says it is. I’ve been calling since we picked him up, but no one is answering. He won’t tell me who took him to the bar. That Indian chick, the stripper with all the feathers, she finally admitted he wasn’t with her.” Hialeah held his hand as long as she could during the raid, and she’d even talked the cop into letting her ride in the same police car as him on the way to the station. Once they were there, however, they told him he couldn’t go with her to booking. He still hadn’t seen Cal and the thought of being alone with the cops caused panic to consume him. Cal never said anything good about the cops. He always told Grant if he got “hassled” by them that he should keep his mouth shut and not tell them a thing.

Grant had been as stoic as possible up to that moment, but when they tried to take her away, he pulled his small hand out of the cop’s grasp and threw his body back at Hialeah. He gripped her around the waist and held on tight. It took three cops to peel him off her and when he looked up at her face a tear was running down the side of it. She smiled at him though and said, “It’s going to be okay, little man.” Grant had a feeling he’d never see her again, and that made him sad, but her kindness went far in chasing away the terror he was feeling inside. He watched them take her away and then he set his jaw, raised his chin, and walked with the cop to the interview room like a man.

The cop in the suit sat down and looked at the food that Grant had pushed off to the side. “Not hungry?” Grant shook his head. “It’s hot outside. That Coke looks good. You’re not thirsty either?” Again, Grant shook his head. “You talk?” He nodded. “How old are you, Grant?”

“Eleven.”

“Who do you live with?”

Grant sighed. He’d already answered all of these questions. He wanted to use the “F” word again, but he bit it back and said, “With my mother, Sarah Benning, and she’s not answering the phone because she’s at work. She works at Louie’s Seafood Restaurant in the Back Bay and when they get busy, they don’t answer their phone. I already told him,” he tossed his head at the uniformed officer, “all of this.”

“All except who took you to the bar. Was it your old man?”

“My old man took off before I was born.”

“Does your mom have a boyfriend?”

Grant shrugged. “You’ll have to ask her.”

“Grant, who do you stay with when your mom goes to work?” The cop was trying to trick him. He thought he was talking to an average eleven-year-old.

“I’m eleven. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Well, Grant, I’m looking at your address and it seems impossible to me that you walked or rode your bike to that bar, so how did you get there?”

“Maybe I took the subway.”

“Maybe you did, or maybe you went in there with some guy we didn’t catch today and you’re afraid to tell us who that is. We can protect you, Grant, and your mom.”

“I don’t need protecting and neither does my mom.”

The police officer sighed. Changing tactics he said, “Grant, how is school?”

“It’s summer break.”

“Mm-hmm, but how do you do in school? You get good grades?”

“Yep. I’m a fucking genius.” Grant struggled in school, a lot. But he wasn’t going to tell this guy that. It was not his business.

The man cocked an eyebrow and said, “Your mom know you use those kinds of words?” Grant shrugged. When Grant didn’t answer him the cop said, “So Grant, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

A loud knock on the door drew the detective’s attention away. He got up and went to the door. He cracked it open and whispered to whoever was there. Grant couldn’t hear what they were saying but after a few seconds the detective pulled the door open and Grant could see a short, stocky woman with white hair standing in the doorway. She smiled at him, like she knew him. Grant didn’t smile back. “Grant, I’m Mrs. Haddock. I work with the police and help them when their cases involve children. Would you like to come with me? We can get you something to eat, and talk.” Grant was starving, but he was determined not to take anything the cops gave him. The lady had a badge on her waist, but no gun, and she looked like someone’s old grandma. He wasn’t going to tell her any more than he told the cops, but his stomach felt like it was eating into his backbone and maybe taking food from her would be okay. He stood up and went to the door. As the detective was about to close it behind him Grant turned and looked up at him and said:

“President.”

The detective lifted his eyebrows again and said, “That’s ambitious. You’ll have to make sure you stay out of trouble and…”

“Of my own motorcycle club.”

“Well then,” the cop said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking down at the exhausted, hungry little boy. Grant kept his chin up and his dark eyes locked into the blue ones of the tall man looking down at him. Another thing Cal had taught him…no matter what you’re feeling, never let anyone see your fear. They held each other’s gaze for what seemed like a long time before the older woman put her hand on his shoulder and said:

“Come on, Grant. Let’s go get you something to eat and call your mom again.”

Grant was about three steps from the door when he heard the detective say, “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of that one.” It wouldn’t be until years later when that cop was over halfway to retirement that he would realize how right he was.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.



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Nicole Blanchard & K Webster-The Uncertain Scientist

We’re back in K and Nicole’s scifi romance world, with just a few Morts and the few human women that they have managed to come across. The Uncertain Scientist is Jareth, Sayer, and Grace’s book. And I think that it is the best one to date. It’s an amazing book with so much love, anger, sadness, yelling, passion, and information. I have to admit that in my head, Jareth totally looks like Jareth the Goblin King, with huge bulge and sexy David Bowie voice. Don’t burst my dream, OK? I would probably cry if you did, and no one wants to see a poor book blogger cry, now do they?

So, Grace is one of the human women that the Morts have been keeping in cryosleep. They have decided to wake her up. Only, she’s not all that happy. You see, she’s pregnant. With Sayer’s child. Without her permission. And did I mention she’s a virgin who has never wanted children or even a relationship? Yeah, she’s not a happy camper right now. And she makes sure that Sayer knows it. And that everyone else knows it too.

Meanwhile, Sayer and Jareth aren’t all that happy either. You see, they’ve been mates for years. They’ve been keeping it secret because they don’t think that the other Morts will understand. It’s not something that has happened before. But Jareth and Sayer both keep telling each other that this isn’t going to break them apart. They are excited about the new mortling being born, but Sayer and Jareth don’t want to break up. Jareth is pretty sure it’s going to happen, Sayer keeps telling him that it’s not. But then, as is her way, that bitch Mother Nature gets involved, and things happen.

I love the whole MMF-ness of this book. But it’s more than just the whole MMF aspect. There’s a lot of emotion in this one. Sayer is angry. Jareth is angry. Grace is angry. The other human women are angry. There is a whole lot of fucking anger here. And I’m not going to say it’s not justified on all sides, because it really is. There is a lot of stuff in here to be angry about. There’s also a whole lot of sadness going on in here. The way that Jareth and Sayer feel about each other and how they think that they are going to end up breaking up, especially after the pheromones get to work. Or how Grace thinks she had to do certain things for certain reasons.

I also love the acceptance in this one. There are some places where things that could be awkward or uncomfortable, but instead, there’s a whole lot of just easy acceptance. That was pretty awesome.

I’m really looking forward to seeing how the information we got in this book works out in the next one. I’m also looking forward to seeing what happens with Hadrian.

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OMG, when Grace got on the ship I thought I was going to just die. My heart was breaking.

OK, that’s all for today! Go check it out! Happy reading!

K Webster & Nicole Blanchard-The Uncertain Scientist Available Now!

The Uncertain Scientist

by K Webster & Nicole Blanchard
Publication Date: September 9, 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Sci-Fi, Romance

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I had everything I ever wanted.
I was brilliant, successful, esteemed.
Alone.
But I didn’t mind. I liked being alone.
Until they stole me.
And I wake up, captive, pregnant with an alien baby—and still a virgin.
For a race of freaks nearing extinction, there seems to be far, far too many of them.
Everywhere I turn, one of the morts or their human mates wants to comfort me, make me feel
welcome and safe. But I don’t want to feel welcome or safe. I want the life they stole from me.
None of them pay any heed to my angry tirades, least of all the father of the child I carry.
There’s no doubt he wants the baby, but that isn’t all he wants.
In fact, I’m beginning to think if some of the morts had their way I’d never be alone again.

About K. Webster


K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including
contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When
not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on
social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found
in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day
when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

About Nicole Blanchard

Nicole
Nicole Blanchard is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of gritty romantic
suspense and heartwarming new adult romance. She and her family reside in the south along
with their menagerie of animals.

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Leann Ryans-Hired to Protect

Leann has just come out with her newest Omegaverse story, Hired to Protect. This is the second book in the Hired series. It can totally be read as a standalone. The couple from the first book is mentioned, but they don’t make an appearance, so if you didn’t read it, you aren’t going to be lost.

So, here’s the story, Penny is our plucky Omega heroine. She has an asshole ex who has been stalking her. He’s a Beta, but he thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips, when really he’s none of that with a tiny dick. That doesn’t stop him from trying to act like an Alpha and trying to possess Penny, even though she has told him no, broken up with him, and moved. He found her and tried to kidnap her, which prompted her to go to the Force, AKA the cops, who were less than helpful, and suggested she get a bodyguard, so to The Haven she went.

Ethan is the Alpha in charge of security at The Haven. When he gets into the director’s office, he sees this beautiful young woman, who makes him feel things. When he finds out that she needs a bodyguard, he knows it has to be him, but he can’t make it look too  much like he’s trying to be the only person he puts forward, so he’s very careful to show his reasoning as to why he should be her bodyguard, which works, but I’m here to tell you, he didn’t fool the director one bitty bit. LOL.

So, I still really like the way that Leann put together this world. It’s kind of reversed to how it usually is, because as the Alphas are locked away because they are “dangerous”. In fact, for an Alpha to be out in the world, he has to be bonded to someone with documentation, or the person he is with has to have a permit to have the Alpha with them. How horrible would it be to live like that? As soon as you present as an Alpha, you are pulled away from your family, locked in a camp, given very few choices, and are never free again. That’s just terrible.

And even though it’s an O-verse book, it’s very realistic in some things. Like when the police basically do sweet fuckall when it comes to Penelope and her stalker. I totally understand all the thinking behind the cops and stalkers/domestic violence, but it makes me mad because something really bad has to happen before anything can happen. That’s made really clear in this book. Honestly, Penny was lucky that she could get Ethan to help her. Who knows what would happen if she hadn’t been able to.

While you are reading this, see if you can find the names of the books that Penny happens to have in her house. I LOLed when I saw them, because, well yeah. I love Easter eggs like that. I have to admit to having a particular fondness for the diner owner’s name too. Yay!

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I love the director at The Haven. She is definitely on the side of angels, I think.

OK, that’s all for this one. Go check out all of Leann’s books! Happy reading!

Grace Goodwin-Hunted

Grace is back with the 17th book in her Interstellar Brides Program series. Hunted is an awesome addition to the series. And while no species will ever surpass my beloved Atlans, the Everians aren’t bad.

This book is different to the other ones in the series. Generally, we have a male who has been in service to the Coalition for years who is getting matched to a bride, but that’s not quite the case here. Instead, we have Vice-Admiral Niobe, who is the highest ranking person in the entire Coalition military force. The ONLY person who can override her is Prime Niall. She is half-human, half-Everian, and runs the academy, on top of other, more secretive kinds of things. After years of service, a friend of hers has talked her into undergoing the bride testing. And she gets a match. She’s matched to Everis, to Elite Hunter Quinn.

Now, as an Elite Hunter, Quinn is more like a military contractor. He’s not officially part of the Coalition, but he is employed by them. He’s currently supposed to be working on a secret base, but the Hive has taken the base captive, and he’s a prisoner. Years ago, he underwent the testing for a bride, but hasn’t been matched yet. Then, all of a sudden, a woman transports into the secret base he’s one, and singlehandedly kills three Hive members and is pretty much BAMF. She rescues Quinn and when he asks who she is, all she tells him is that she’s his mate. Which pretty much knocks him down with a feather.

OMFG, Niobe is way up in my personal fave heroine list. She is strong, fierce, talented, and maybe just a little bit scary. She is where she is because she worked really hard at it. She has earned every last bit of respect and responsibility that she has. She is tough and thorough. Her goal is to get rid of the Hive and to keep as many Coalition members safe and unharmed as possible. I think that it might hurt her a little bit every time someone gets hurt on her watch, and it’s always her watch.

I have to admit, as much as I like Quinn, there are times when I really didn’t like him and got really mad at him. I think that there are just times when he just doesn’t quite get it. And that makes things a lot worse. Even when he has things explained to him, he has to have them explained to them in about a zillion ways before it clicks with him. That is really frustrating to me, and I’m sure it really frustrated Niobe too.

I love the whole Everian aspect of this with all the hunting. That’s just a lot of fun.

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I am hopeful that we find out more about the Nexus and the Hive soon.

OK, that’s all for today. Go check it out! Happy reading!

 

Cari Silverwood & Jennifer Bene-Mesmer

Cari and Jennifer are two of my favorite writers ever, and they have teamed up to write a very dark, downright dirty, and devilishly disturbing book called Mesmer. This book takes place in Cari’s mesmer-verse, but it can totally be read as a standalone, if you aren’t familiar with the universe.

So, here’s the story. Mesmers are men who have an extra power. They can collect women. In other words, with certain women, they can completely take control of the woman. They can make her feel lust and pleasure, or they can, you know, not. But, if that was all the mesmers wanted, it wouldn’t be so bad. What they really like to do is depraved shit, and shit that will hurt women. They like pain. They like to cause it. It’s like it feeds them.

Tomik is a mesmer. He has a life he likes. He collects women, he does terrible things to them, he disposes of them. He has a brotherhood that he hangs out with, and they all do all kinds of fucked up things.

Then, there’s Hannah. Hannah and Tomik were friends and very close as teenagers. But then, Tomik just left, and Hannah doesn’t know why. But she does know that she missed him, and when she had trouble, she did the only thing she could think of. She called Tomik for help. The problem is, she doesn’t know what Tomik is.

Tomik is really layered. I can’t tell you if I like him, hate him, hate to like him, like to hate him, want him to die by fire, or want to fuck him. Or, you know, all of the above. He starts out really kind of flat, but with Cari and Jennifer, you can bet he doesn’t stay that way. It really is fascinating to watch him and watch the changes in him and how he reacts to the world and to Hannah.

Hannah is harder for me to get a grip on. I think, though, that’s because of Tomik. I think I see bits of her popping through, but I’m never sure. It’s really interesting to watch and to find out. I know that I will be thinking about her for a while and trying to figure out who is the real Hannah and who isn’t.

I think that Cari and Jennifer egged each other on, and I’m not going to complain if they did, because that means that we ended up as the winners, because I’m telling you, this book is just totally awesome. It’s one of those that I’m mad that I’ve already read it because I’ll never be able to read it for the first time again, and I really want to.

And I don’t know who came up with the rocking horse, I just know that I will never look at them the same again.

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Greta is really interesting. I really want to know more about her. Hopefully we can find out more about her at some point.

OK, that’s all for this one. Go check it out! Happy reading!