Ava Sinclair-Rebel Bride

Ava is just rocking this RH gig hard. I think her Drakoryans are my fave RH heroes. Of course, that could just be because of their magic cocks. The storyline is pretty good too, so that’s could be the reason too.

Her latest book, Rebel Bride, brings us back to their world and makes things much more intense. The books aren’t really standalones, there is an overarching storyline that spans the books, although each of the books (after the first two) focus on one particular group. Each book builds on the one before, so if you are reading these, you really want to start at the first one and go through them all. You will enjoy the books a lot more if you do.

Anyway, this book features Thera the healer and the Lords of Kri’byl, Jareo, Gyrvig, Erdorin, Yrko, and Tyri. The last two boys are twins, that’s important. Thera was a woman from one of the villages who now lives in the valley that is surrounded by the mountains where all the Drakoryan lords and their brides live. The villagers were all brought there to keep them safe from the Shadowfell. The king of the Drakoryans decided that the Lords of Kri’byl should live in the village to help out the people and  keep them safe.

So, that brings us to now, roughly. Not all the villagers are happy about living where they are. Winter has come and it is cold. Since the Shadowfell burned the harvest, there just is barely enough for the people to eat. Even the Drakorayn in their castles are rationing. None of this leads to happy conditions in the village, especially as the villagers still haven’t seen the Shadowfell, so none of them quite believe that they exist. Then you get Thera, who is… angry. She is a widow. A few years before, during a winter like this, her husband and her father had gone out hunting because the Drakoryan punished their village and they had no extra food. While they were out hunting, they died. Thera blames the Drakoryan for that. I can’t blame her for that, I probably would too.

Well, because she hates the Drakoryan, she does what she can to stir up trouble. She thinks they are all liars and that they are the enemy and they have just taken away the villagers’ free will. So, she stirs and stirs and stirs until the pot comes to a boil and boils over. The Witches decree that there is only one way to make things better. Thera is to mate with the Lords of Kri’byl.

Overall, I like Thera. But, there are a few times where I really don’t like her. She knew what she was doing. I’m not sure what good she thought she was going to do though. I get being angry and wanting revenge, and I think that in her place, I probably would want revenge on the people who I blamed for my husband’s death too, but there’s a difference between revenge and cutting off your nose to spite your face. I think the guys were probably a little more patient with her than I would’ve been at times. I can’t wait to see where the next one is going to take us. It’s going to be a doozy.

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I can’t wait to see how the issue with Zara and the king is going to change things. The Witches being gone is going to be interesting too.

OK, that’s all I have to say today. Happy reading!

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Loki Renard-Pure Evil

Loki is once more taking us into the House of Vitali. The only family where the pre-requisite to join is the fact that you REALLY don’t want to join and where attempting to kill other members of the family is to be expected. The House of Vitali is so dysfunctional that it makes Norman Bates suggest that you might want to check yourself and Joan Crawford all of a sudden says that wire hangers aren’t all that bad.

In Pure Evil, Angelo is separated from his beloved boys. He has to go deal with stupid little legal challenges from the LEOs and he has to stay in the city so that he can keep going to court. Meanwhile, Mark and Bobby have to stay in a safe, hidden location. Mark because he is a disgraced FBI agent and Bobby because, well, he’s Bobby. Angelo left Mark in charge because if he left Bobby in charge, there probably wouldn’t be anything left to come back to. Bobby is smart, but he’s also impulsive and vicious. He really needs to not be unsupervised, ever. None of this would be an insurmountable problem except for the fact that one day, Angelo doesn’t contact Mark to let him know he’s done with court and he didn’t take his car home. Someone has grabbed Angelo.

Damien is a mercenary. He’s been hired to kill Angelo, but it’s obvious that he has a personal axe to grind. He keeps telling Angelo that he’s going to do terrible things to him, but Angelo, being Angelo, isn’t fazed at all.

OK, that’s all the synopsis I’m going to give you because A) it’s pretty short and 2) I don’t want to take any of the journey away from you. Angelo is so devious that he makes Machiavelli look like a piker. He makes Twizzlers jealous. Have you ever seen a double threaded screw? Yeah, that’s not as twisty and devious as Angelo is. He has plans, more plans, backup plans, backup backup plans, and then some really good ideas as to where he’s going to go next. This book has twists, turns, swerves, and corkscrews. Each of those twists has all its own twists and turns. I mean, seriously, it’s like those stairs by MC Escher. I was left with more questions than I started with. I have no clue who knew what and when, other than the fact that I’m pretty sure Angelo knew everything all the time, I mean, he’s Angelo. This book is dark. Each of the Vitali books have gotten darker and darker. This isn’t the darkest thing I’ve ever read, but it was dark enough that I looked at the husband and was like shit, damn, fuck. Just damn. I am going to reread it this weekend to see if I can answer some of my questions.

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Seriously, my biggest question is how much did Mark know and when did he know it? That’s all I really want to know. And of course, Loki isn’t going to tell us, which means I’m just going to have to guess.

I did like seeing a softer side of Bobby. It was really interesting to see.

That’s all I have to say on this one. Go read all of them. Seriously. Happy reading!

 

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“Luca….”

She whispers my name at night, filling my dreams with her haunting beauty.

Her tormented amber eyes beg me for something I don’t understand, and her agonizing pain becomes my own.

For years, she’s come to me, calling my name.

For years, I’ve never known who she was.

Until now….

 

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LUCA….”
The willowy feminine voice comes from behind me. I slowly turn my head first, then the rest of my body and look for the source.

Blackness. Pure and absolute. That’s all I see. Except for the tiny twinkling lights. There’s a shit ton of them. It reminds me of the times I would spend the summers with my aunt and uncle out in the country. As a kid, I would always sneak out at night and lie on the roof when the sky was clear and the moon wasn’t visible. It was my favorite time of the month, because everything was so dark, except for the stars. I’d lie out there for hours and just watch them twinkle, every so often catching one that soared across the black sky.

These aren’t stars, it isn’t a moonless sky, and I don’t fucking like this. These tiny sparks of light float right in front of me, all around me, almost like glowing specks of dust.

“Lucccaaaa….”

Warm air whispers across my ear, and I spin, expecting to find someone behind me, and still see nothing but those damn flecks of light. Squinting, I try to look past them and the darkness to see something. Any fucking thing.

Frustration grows in my stomach when nothing appears.

“Who in the hell are you?” I yell, anger deepening my voice into a growl.

My ears strain as I listen closely. All I hear is my own breathing and the slight pounding in my ears from my heartbeat. The beat only gets louder with my mounting aggravation.

“Luca.”

This time, the voice sounds rushed. It’s still whispered softly, but not the slow calling of the other two times. It’s urgent. There’s an echo too. It comes from behind me, but the echo drifts around me from every direction.

I tip my head back and snarl to the… ceiling? The sky? I have no fucking clue. “What in the hell do you want from me?”

Not expecting an answer, because I didn’t get one to my previous question, I’m surprised when the voice comes again. It’s close. So close, it almost seems like the words aren’t spoken out loud, but are just somehow in my head.

“I need you.”

My brows slash down into a frown. There’s pain in the softly spoken words, and for some reason I don’t like the emotion coming from the voice. Something sharp pierces my chest, like a dull blade slowly being sunk into my sternum, taking my breath away. I rub the spot, not understanding why the pain is there, but knowing it’s caused by the agony in the woman’s voice.

“Where are you?” My tone is gruff from the stinging ache.

“Here,” she whispers.

I whip around and still see nothing but the twinkling lights. I reach out, hoping that even if I can’t see anything, I can feel something. It’s so dark I can’t even see my hand in front of me, only the tiny lights floating by in a rush at my hurried movement.

One catches my eye off in the distance about fifteen feet from me, and I hone in on it. It’s slightly bigger than the rest. I take a step forward, then stop when it begins to grow. It doesn’t get brighter; the luminosity stays the same. It’s just the size that changes. Actually, it looks like the light is dimming the bigger it gets. Like it’s no longer a light, but a fog-like substance. It stretches longways, getting greater and greater. I start moving toward it, but no matter how many steps I take, the same distance stays between it and me.

Something starts to form in the white haze. I squint, not really sure what it is, because it’s almost transparent now. It’s still growing, but the bigger it gets, the more it loses its solidness.

A face.

I can barely make it out through the white haze, but it’s a woman. Her features become clearer, but the more the face forms, the more it fades as well.

I take a couple of steps forward, then jerk to a halt when I remember it does me no good.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

What in the hell is this shit?

“Lucaaaa….”

The voice whispers again, and I know it’s from the translucent vision, but the lips don’t move.

The face becomes a face and shoulders, then face, shoulders, arms, and torso. Her hair flows around her, moving slowly, like it’s floating in water.

She looks at me, and the stark pain in her eyes almost has me staggering back with the force of it.

I really don’t fucking like that look. And I really don’t fucking know why. I’ve never seen the woman before. She doesn’t even look vaguely familiar. Why in the hell would her pain be my pain?

“Who are you?” I demand.

Again, her lips don’t move, but I still hear the voice inside my head. “Come to me, Luca. I need you.”

Before I have the chance to react to her words, something happens. I tense as swarms of the nearby glowing dust infuse the white mist of the woman. Her crystalline appearance starts to solidify. Her face and the upper half of her body become more visible. Her hair, which up until that point was colorless, is a deep, rich brown. It’s long, flowing to the middle of her back. Her eyes are light brown, but not an ordinary brown. They’re an unusual golden amber. I’m not sure if it’s because of her noncorporeal appearance or if that’s their natural color, but they seem to glow.

More specks of dust penetrate the woman’s form, and the more that rushes in, the brighter she gets.

She lifts her arm, as if reaching out to me, and before it registers what I’m doing, I reach out to her.

When I take a step closer, the light surrounding her shimmers brighter. This time I’m able to shorten the gap between us. I take another step, and it seems to glisten even more. I’m tall, so when I take my next step, there’s only a few feet separating us. But the brightness is now almost too much to bear. I have to squint from the sheer brilliance of it.

There’s only inches between the tips of her fingers and mine now. The pain resting in my chest intensifies the closer I get, but it’s as if there’s a force that’s pushing me toward her. Like if I don’t, the pain would be a thousand times worse. I don’t know why, but something inside me says I must go to her.

I hold my breath as the tip of my middle finger touches the glowing tip of hers. Several things happen at once. A low growl resonates deep in the back of my throat, my fingers curl into a fist and my arm drops to my side, and the fierce pain I was experiencing in my chest turns so excruciating I’d swear my heart is spilling out onto the floor at my feet.

The trifecta of feelings happens because the instant my fingertips touch the woman, her form disintegrates. The thousands of pieces of dust that make up her form fall away into space, leaving me once again in complete blackness.

I tip my head back and an angry, pain-filled roar leaves my lips at the loss of something so important.

About Alex

Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romance including The Jaded Series, The Consumed Series, and two standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law intended to distract Alex and help her pass the time while her husband was away for work. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.

Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers. Visit her website, www.alexgraysonbooks.com, or find her on social media!

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Grace Goodwin-Claimed by the Vikens

Let’s get matched to our perfect mates, shall we? That means it’s time to go to the Interstellar Bride Program’s Testing Center in Miami again and read Grace Goodwin’s latest book, Claimed by the Vikens.

The Vikens are divided up into 3 sectors. There used to be a lot of division between the 3 sectors but once the triplet kings were reunited and got their bride, the sectors also reunited. This led to a lot of Vikens getting together in trios and testing for brides together, but not all of the warriors did that. Axon, Zed, and Cader did not.

Violet has a twin sister named Mindy. They never spent time apart. Mindy is the more flirtatious one, vivacious, and impulsive. Violet is the complete opposite. She tends to stay in the corner, is quieter, and everything is organized. When Mindy has a bad breakup, she suddenly goes to the testing center and gets sent to Trion. The only notice that Violet got was a text right before she left telling Violet that she was going to Trion. That was 8 long weeks ago, and Violet has been miserable ever since. So she decides to go and get tested. Her testing dream is vivid and HAWT and involves 3 guys, which she didn’t think was a Trion thing, but she’s more than willing to go with it. When Warden Egara tells her that she has a match, Violet jumps at the chance to go, right until she’s told that she’s matched to 3 Vikens and not to Trion. That’s when Violet balks, refuses the match, and goes home.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, 3 hot warriors are waiting at the same transport pad for their bride. It’s obviously a mistake, since they all wanted their own bride. When they find out that nope, they are all matched to the same person and that she’s refusing to come, the guys decide that they will just have to go find her, and so transport to Earth.

There are a lot of things that each of the characters have to go through to get to the end. Calder could’ve used a really good dope slap more than once. He needed to get out of his own way and didn’t always do that fast enough. Axon and Zed got with the program faster. Violet had all her own issues, both from realizing that there were 3 hot guys that wanted her and trying to understand it’s OK to get what she wants, and from missing her sister. There’s also a small matter of a time/space warp that makes time go differently on different planets, but that’s just a mere trifling. It’s a great story and one that made me cry in places. My husband kept poking me and asking me if I was OK because I was sniffling. I’m turning into a softie in my old age. But, there were sad parts, so what was I supposed to do? Apparently, I do still have a heart. Who knew? Anyway, I honestly can’t recommend Grace Goodwin and all the books in this series enough. I’ve suggested them to lots of people because they are great stories with a good mix of tension, sex, story, romance, and adventure. So, go check them out.

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I was mad at Calder for trying to keep pushing the whole 1 mate thing, even after Violet had stated that she wanted all three of them. It seemed like he was more in love with the idea of her than he was with her. But, he at least got better.

And yeah, Violet told them that she would take the 30 days to choose which one would be her mate, but she figured out pretty quickly what she wanted. Axon and Zed were more than happy to help her with that.

OK, that’s all I have to say today. Go read Grace’s books. Happy reading!

Golden Angel-Arabella’s Taming Excerpt

Arabella’s Taming by Golden Angel will be here May 29th!

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Lady Arabella Windham, sister to the Duke of Manchester, has given up on ever attracting the positive attention of Lord Thomas Hood. After discovering he still sees her as the same hoydenish young woman she was in the past, no matter her current perfectly ladylike behavior, and realizing she will never match up to his infamous list of attributes for a wife, she throws caution to the wind and becomes more reckless than ever.

Why bother being good if it’s not going to even be noticed, much less acknowledged?

When her return to feckless and indiscreet behavior results in disgrace however, it’s Lord Thomas Hood who is caught up in the scandal with her. With a strong-willed bride determined to make her new husband dance to her tune and a stubborn lord determined to curb his new wife’s imprudent ways, is a happily-ever-after even possible?

Despite being part of a series, Arabella’s Taming may be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

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Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so forward, but Arabella didn’t see the point in pretending. She understood exactly what was to happen and she was rather looking forward to it. Perhaps she should have been pretending more ignorance? But where was the attraction in that?

He should be grateful he didn’t have to explain anything to her. Grateful she wasn’t horrified or shocked or disgusted by the idea. Granted, she’d been a little of all three when she’d first learned what happened between a man and a woman in the bedchamber – especially some of the salacious details her friends had let fall – but she’d moved past those initial reactions. Knowing there was inexpressible pleasure at the end of the proceedings, and sometimes before, had helped a great deal.

Their wedding night would be a good deal less fun if she’d just learned about what they were meant to do and had no idea that there would be a reward for indulging in what still sounded like a rather awkward business.

Although she was beginning to understand some of what her friends meant. With Thomas’ lips on hers, his arms circled around her waist and holding her up, one hand already sliding down towards her bottom, and the strange hardness of his groin pressing into her belly, she didn’t feel awkward at all. She felt hot, almost itchy, like her skin was too tight and she wanted to rub herself all over him. There was an ache deep inside of her, and she knew exactly what was supposed to fill it even though she didn’t know how it would feel.

His tongue slid into her mouth, his hand moving down to cup her bottom, and Arabella moaned as heat and need shot through her. It felt like her skin had become exquisitely sensitive.

When Thomas’ lips pulled away from hers, she almost protested, but instead of really pulling away he was just moving them… across her jawline… to her neck… goodness, she’d had no idea her neck was so sensitive. She tipped her head back, giving him full access to her throat, clinging to his shoulders as he left a line of burning kisses across
her skin.

“What did your friends tell you about tonight?” He murmured the question, his voice deep and sensual.

Arabella blinked, trying to think as his hands began to roam along with his mouth. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy and her entire body shuddered as the hand not caressing her bottom cupped her right breast.

“Um… oh my… they said… they said you would put your cock in me… in my… between my legs,” she managed to get out, suddenly feeling shy. At least, shy about using any of the words she might use for exactly where he was going to put his cock. “And maybe my mouth… my bottom…”

The hand on her bottom tightened immediately, pulling her even harder against him as he moaned against the sensitive skin between her shoulder and her neck. She shuddered as he rocked his hips against her, very aware of exactly how much he liked that idea. Arabella was almost sorry she’d brought it up – the reports from the other ladies had been mixed at best.

Yet Thomas’ reaction almost made her want to try…

Somehow the idea seemed much more appealing in this moment, while she was in his arms, feeling the full force of his ardor.

“Anything else?” he asked, practically grating the words out.

The words slipped out of her mouth then. Words she definitely hadn’t meant to say, because she still thought her friends were mad for their insistence it could be fun, even enjoyable.

“They said you might spank me,” she whispered. “And that I might like it.”

About Angel

Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn’t get them out, she’s pretty sure she’d go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

She believes the world is a better place when there’s a little magic in it.

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Emily Tilton-The Oak Street Method: Heather

I wrote a blog post a couple of weeks past on one of Emily Tilton’s books and wrote about her particular style. Emily writes a very dystopian world with a very particular point of view. Many of the heroines in her books are 18-20 and have been raised in a world where New Modesty rules have kicked in and young women are taught to be very modest and to even think of sex is wrong. It puts a specific kind of shame and humiliation in place. The young women end up with a mix of innocence and naughtiness, one where they know what they want, but know that it’s not their place to give it to themselves. Emily uses a lot of clinical names for genitalia, which you generally don’t see in this genre, but it’s perfect for her books.

Anyway, she has a series with the Institute, which is where young women can go to be trained to be concubines in a dystopian timeline. In this world, the Institute has several different programs to turn out bed girls or concubines. The Institute has it down to a science, and I mean that in a literal way. They have studied sexuality, taught sexuality, created new programs, and can just about predict how the frog will jump. With that skill, they decided to start a new program, and placed it on Oak Street.

The goal of this program is to take young women who have gotten in trouble in one way or another, and then place them with Mommies and Daddies who will spank them, monitor them, and guide them. The entire point is to keep these girls on the boil, so to speak. Constantly horny, but without any way to satisfy it, and with that sense of submissive shame. Shame has such a loaded connotation in it, but it’s the word that Emily uses, and I think it’s the best word for it. You just have to read it and see for yourself.

Once the girls have reached a certain point, things start moving in a whole different way for them. The Oak Street Method: Heather is the 4th book in the series. Each book focuses on a new family, usually just one girl per family, but that isn’t a hard and fast rule. And while Heather is the heroine of her book, we see recurring characters from the past books and girls who will be in the next books.

Yeah, they are technically women, being over 18, but since the girls of Oak Street are purposely being treated as girls, and that’s the way that they act, I think it’s appropriate to call them that.

Anyhow, all of this to say that this is Heather’s story. It’s pretty short, so with all of what I wrote, I’m not telling you much about the story because I don’t want to ruin it.  I would personally read them all in order. I know that Heather is in KU, and I think the others are still there, but they are pretty inexpensive if they aren’t. I really love Emily and the way that she writes, I read her books as soon as they come out, if I can. Anyway, there’s no spoiler section today, so enjoy this lovely picture.

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K. B. Andrews-F*cking Shattered

K.B. Andrews is a new author to me. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started reading it, so I just dove in headfirst. I’m glad that I didn’t go into it expecting anything because I got to just enjoy the ride and find out what was going to happen along with the characters. I mean, yeah, I tend to go right along with any journey through a book, but I generally have some kind of expectation, if you know what I mean. Maybe I’m just blathering and I’m the only person who knows what I mean. Either way, it was a very interesting ride and a great book.

So, F*cking Shattered. First of all, I need to just say that I love the name of our heroine, Jovi. I was 8 in 1980, so Bon Jovi was part of the soundtrack of my life. I find her name to be completely awesome.

Jovi and Katie have been best friends for most of their life. Katie is outgoing, flirtatious, and lives out loud. Jovi is quieter, shier, and hides in the shadows. Katie is getting ready to spend 3 months in Miami Beach and she’s trying to talk Jovi into going with her. Jovi keeps telling her no because she can’t afford it. Katie keeps telling Jovi that she will pay for it, but Jovi doesn’t want that. So, Katie writes out a summer bucket list for Jovi to follow, starting with kiss a stranger. Tragically, Katie’s plane crashes on the way Miami Beach, and Jovi is devastated. After the funeral, a young man comes up to her and she kisses him. After all, he’s a stranger. And that’s what starts it all. Jovi eventually finds an envelope in a memory box. That envelope is full of money and Jovi decides that she’s going to go to Miami and live for Katie.

River is the guy that Jovi kissed at the funeral, only he doesn’t stay a stranger very long. In fact, he ends up going on a road trip with Jovi.

Jovi and River aren’t the only ones who go for their road trip. We get to go for a ride too. It’s a really well-written ride and one that is bittersweet at times. At its core, Shattered is about grief and what it does to a person and how to handle that grief, in my opinion. It’s about learning to let go of that grief and accept what life is offering. Neither Jovi or River are perfect, and there are secrets and problems that both of them have to deal with and accept, but it works. It’s a very organic story and it happens both quickly and slowly, if that makes sense. It does to me, but it’s hard to explain to other people. It’s a sweet story and very romantic.

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Remember, if you’ve come down here, you’re at risk for spoilers.

I did guess that River was Katie’s 1/2 brother pretty early, but it didn’t really ruin the story for me to guess that. I didn’t guess that there was a big relationship between Katie and River, but I’m glad that there was.

So, that’s all I have to say on this one. Go visit Zon and give it a read. Happy reading!