Saturday, September 24, 2016

Book Review ~ Between Love and War by Sheri Velarde


About the Book:

After the Fall, Ares spent a thousand years searching for his lost love Mania. Thinking he had lost her forever, he settled into the life of a mercenary here on earth. Then the fates, and his sister the goddess of love, showed him Mania was alive and well. He travels to London hoping to regain what he had thought lost forever. 

Mania had spent a millennia as a wraith of madness before slowly starting to rebuild herself into a new and independent woman. Art had been her outlet and her savior. Then one night her world is turned upside down when her old love walks back into her life. Can she love him again and still remain the woman that she had become? 

Unbeknownst to both of them a mysterious organization is lurking in the background and threatening to unravel the lives of all the gods on earth.

My Review:

Many years ago, the gods we learned about in mythology were cast out of Heaven during Zeus' hostile takeover of the heavens, known as The Fall.  In that time frame, Ares and his love, Mania were separated.  Stripped of their intense powers, these gods were left to flounder in a world quite different that what they all were used to.

Ronan, who is actually Ares, the God of War, is currently in London awaiting the reappearance of his love, Mania.  She has been MIA on earth for 2,000 years, keeping herself hidden away until recently.  Ronan called in a favor to his nephew Eros who quickly tracked down Mania's current location and pseudonym, Maia Dempsey.

Unaccustomed to being with any of her "kind," Mania is surprised to find Ares standing the art gallery currently displaying her work.  Her reaction was typical of someone caught off guard.  Not wanting to rush into a re-acquaintance with Ares, Mania asks for time to get used to the idea.  

In the meantime, someone is tracking down the fallen gods and goddesses.  They are being kidnapped one by one by a nefarious organization.  Those involved threaten to expose the gods and goddesses to the world which will have disastrous results.

Between Love and War is a short story about finding your long lost love - even if it takes you 2,000 years.  Ronan (Ares) and Maia (Mania) have great chemistry. It does take Maia a small amount of time to let herself remember the feelings she had for Ares.  Both Ronan and Maia are well written, well developed characters.  

Many gods and goddesses have cameos in the story.  They are well placed and not just tossed in as fluff or story fodder. These secondary characters have purpose within the pages.  The best conversation in the entire story happens between Ronan and his sister, Aphrodite. 

I enjoyed this quick, engaging, and romantic short story.

Review copy provided by the author, at no cost, in exchange for an honest review.
Please note that this review is for the 2015 release of the short story.

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Monday, September 19, 2016

Love and Hope (Stanford Creek, Book Two) by RJ Scott (writing Rozenn Scott) #Contemporary #Romance ~ #Giveaway


Love and Hope

Stanford Creek, Book Two

RJ Scott, w/a Rozenn Scott


Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Details:

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: 9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-85-2

Word Count: 54000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

About the Book:

Falling in love can be easy if you want it badly enough.

Danny Hudson has finally found a place to stop. With his daughter Hope in his arms, and his place in the music group Hudson Hart gone, he has a future to plan and a family to raise. Staying at his friend Cody’s house is hard enough, but finding a home of his own is impossible. A place to stay over the coffee shop in town is a godsend, but it comes with one proviso—he must work the cost of the room off in redecorating and rebuilding.

Rachel has secrets that she doesn’t even want to admit to herself, let alone her close-knit family. Dating the wrong guys is one way to protect her heart, but meeting Danny could change all that.

Can Rachel ever get past the reasons why she thinks real love isn’t possible and realize that love is the only thing that actually matters?

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For a few seconds he stood absolutely still, resting his head back on the wall, looking up at the squares in the ceiling. The door to the bathrooms opened and he immediately straightened, no way was he letting anyone catch him looking like he’d just got bad news. His eyebrows raised when he realized it was Rachel coming out from the ladies, her heels in one hand, an empty bottle of wine in the other, and she looked disheveled. He’d never seen her go in, so she’d probably been doing whatever girls did in bathrooms for such a long time, talking, or whatever. But no one else came out after her. And yeah, she looked wild-eyed and messed up. He couldn’t think of another word for it, her dress creased and rucked up on one side, her eyes bright, and a wide grin on her face.

“Hey sexy-Danny,” she slurred and gestured with the bottle which missed his arm by an inch. “You waitin’ for me?”

Danny pocketed his phone and relieved her of the bottle, placing it carefully on the floor before she beaned him with it. Then he took her arm when she wobbled dangerously.

“You’re drunk,” he announced.

She blinked up at him like this was a new thing to her, then giggled. Yep, full on giggled, before leaning on him and grasping his shirt in a fist. “I know.”

He held her so she wouldn’t fall, which necessitated one hand on her left arm, the other on her right hip. She was just the right size for the hold, fit into his arms just perfectly, despite the fact she was swaying. Then she moved, and ended up with her cheek on his chest, her heels dropping to the floor.

“Your chest,” she murmured against him.

“My chest what?” he asked, although he knew he wasn’t going to get an answer. He looked around in the vain hope someone was here to help her.

She pulled back, and he supported her again, and she looked up at him, her jade eyes swimming with tears. Then, in a messy uncoordinated movement, she went up on tiptoes and placed a wet kiss on his lips. Her aim was a little off, it was more half lip half face, but there was tongue, and Danny had never had such a sexy, unsexy, kiss before in his life. Didn’t matter that she was gorgeous and Danny really wouldn’t have minded a kiss. Nope, she was drunk, and needed her family, not some exhausted dad with brittle walls of protection.

He pressed her away gently, even as she chased for the kiss, and held her at arm’s length. She frowned at him.

“What’s wrong? Everyone wants to kiss me,” she announced.

This was clearly some kind of post trauma thing going on here. That confrontation with the guy in the garden had probably caused it. “I’ll get your mom.”

“No.”

“Megan?”

“Hell, no.”

“Kyle then.”

She yanked herself away, stumbling back and righting herself by leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. “Him? No,” she said.

She closed her eyes momentarily then opened them as she sighed. “Why don’t you want to kiss me?” she said.

“Because you’re drunk.”

Rachel pulled herself straight, and took the two steps to get back into his space, shoving him a little, and he was in the small alcove by the emergency door, his back to the glass.

“No. I’m. Not,” she said, very deliberately. Then she wrapped her hands around his neck. “I just need a kiss,” she murmured. “A nice one from a nice man.” The last she said really quietly and he had to strain to hear the words. And then he couldn’t think anymore. She pressed her lips to his, but not sloppy drunk and off target. No, this was calm, gentle, her tongue tasting the seam of his lips, and pressing for entrance. He could fight it, he could extricate himself if he wanted to, but his head spun with the bad news he’d gotten from Sam, and Rachel was as sexy to taste as she was to touch.

His lips parted and he deepened the kiss; he tasted wine and Rachel, and it was every bit as good as he’d imagined it would be. Call it the emotional intensity of that phone call or call it proximity, whatever it was, he was hard so damn fast. Hard and needy, and all he wanted was more of whatever Rachel was offering.

She pressed closer, his hand caught between them, he only had to move it a little, and he was caressing her belly. A little lower and she pushed at his hand so he cupped her mound, and she moved against him sinuously, a moan low in her throat.

And it was that moan that had him crashing back to reality. What the hell was he doing kissing a woman who was obviously drunk, and pressing against her like that?

Gently but firmly he disentangled himself and eased her away. She chased for the kiss, her eyes closed, but he couldn’t let this go on. She opened her eyes on a small sigh, and he could see the moment when reality crashed into her thoughts. Her eyes widened and she stepped back, a hand covering her mouth.

Then she slid her way down the wall, smoothly, until she was on the carpet. He crouched down in front of her.

“I’ll get some water.”

“No, don’t go, I don’t do this, not since college,” she said, so quietly he had to strain to hear.

“Getting drunk, you mean?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s scared.”

It’s scared? “What’s scared.”

“Me.”

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RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over ninety romance novels and novellas. From cowboys to millionaires, SEALS to cops, her stories are passionate, sexy, and always come with a guaranteed happy ever after. RJ also writes as Rozenn Scott for her new line of strong men and women who find that it’s always worth overcoming obstacles to find a forever love.

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Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Billionaire's Surrogate by Katie Wilde


 Title: The Billionaire's Surrogate
Publication Date: September 17, 2016
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations

  
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"Marina wants a child.
Camille wants money for college. Mark has what they both want, but what about what he wants?"

A Steamy BWWM Surrogate Pregnancy Romance.

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Katie Wilde is a small town girl with hopes, dreams, fantasies and wild imagination. She loves her yoga and dark chocolate equally. When she is not writing or practicing yoga, she can be found weaving her dreams (which convert into plots for her subsequent books). In these dreams, she is generally found with older men who are billionaires, or even NHL coaches, and willing to take her places. She also loves her cowboys and quarterbacks and sometimes throws that attitude at them (Obviously, a girl gotta give it back to these arrogant guys). Give one of her stories a try and let her know what you think. Note: There's a ton of fun stuff that happens inside Katie's inner circle or Exclusive Readers Club. She has tied up with a publishing company called Moonlight Passion Publishing. To receive a free copy of a three part billionaire series from Katie's publishing company and join her family of exclusive readers club, simply sign up here: http://bit.ly/2bpP0IL

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Friday, September 16, 2016

Sean Michael Book Showcase Tour ~ Gay Shifter Romances and Gay Paranormal Romance


Today's showcase features 3 of Sean Michael's paranormal novels!

A Private Hunger
Sean Michael




Genre: Gay paranormal romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: 9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-37-8

Word Count: 46000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

About the Book:

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in.

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

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He grabbed the coffee cups off the table, whistling low and easy. His hips were still sore from last night’s dancing, but it felt good, fine, a sweet burn.

Jennie popped his ass as she walked by. “You’re too cheerful for words, Matt-baby. You get laid last night?”

Matt shook his head, red curls falling into his eyes. “Just dancing, Miss Thing. Just boogying.”

She laughed and headed on, coffee pot held tight in her hand.

Two men came in together, one older, distinguished looking. Like a British butler, really. The other was tall, striking, with hair like a mane, dark gold surrounding a golden face and falling down the man’s back.

They sat at one of his tables.

Fucking hot.

He headed over, two menus in hand, telling his jumpy prick to behave. “Afternoon, guys. I’m Matt. Can I get you some coffee? Tea?”

“What about you?” asked the hot one.

Matt blinked, blushed dark, and then recovered with a grin. Flirting. He could do flirting. “I’m working and not on the menu, sadly enough.”

“I guess I shall have to settle for tea, then. I don’t suppose you have something wild and strong?”

“We’ve got a nice blackberry and black tea.” He craned his neck, looking at the specials board. “And another from South America that people seem to like.”

The man growled, actually growled, looking discontentedly at his companion.

“I would be happy to drive you home and serve you what you want, Master Drakon.”

The growling stopped, the hot guy’s mouth twitching into a half smile. “I am most certain that you would not, Wetthers, though you are right, we have better teas at home.”

“Master Drakon” turned back to him, and Matt realized that one of the man’s eyes was brown, the other blue. “How much are they paying you to serve here?”

“Excuse me?” He blinked again. What an odd man.

The man’s eyes narrowed and he asked the question again, enunciating each word very carefully. Matt noticed he had an accent, just barely there. “I asked you how much are they paying you to work here.”

“I heard you, sir. I was just making sure I heard you right.” Rude asshole. “I make minimum wage plus tips, same as every waiter in this town. Are you always this ill-mannered or am I just really lucky?”

To his surprise, the man laughed, the sound low and rich. “Oh, you are a feisty one. Go tell them you have been employed elsewhere and we will leave for my estate immediately. I shall double your salary and of course room and board shall be included. Wetthers will settle all the pesky details with you and the IRS as necessary.”

Matt looked over at the old guy. “Is he for real? I mean, dude, you need a waiter at home?”

The old man seemed quite unperturbed by the goings on. “Master Drakon has made you an offer, young man. If you wish to accept it, I can assure you that it is ‘for real.’”

“Look, I’m not an idiot or a whore. You come in and tell me to quit my job and come with you without so much as sharing names, or you knowing more than I can walk and read a chalkboard.” He shook his head, fingers moving to his side, his skin burning. “I’m flattered, but no, thank you.”

The hot one—Drakon—growled again and stood. “Well, if you change your mind and decide you want to know about the handprint on your ass, maybe I’ll be willing to see you.” Drakon patted his ass, but not right on, more to the side where his birthmark was. With that, the man walked out.

The man named Wetthers handed Matt a card with a stylized dragon on it and the words Drakon Estates. There was a number beneath it. “If you change your mind. Be very sure before you call.”

“Right. Thanks.” He watched the guy leave and shook his head. “Fucking weird. You see that, Jennie? That dude just propositioned me!”

“Weird.” Jennie shook her head. “Glad he left before your shift was up. I hate waiting on assholes.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and pushed the card into his pocket. Real weird.

Guess he’d have to go dancing tonight to work off the memory.

Whistling, he went back to doing his side work, mind filled with music.


Royal Line
Sean Michael




Genre: Gay shifter romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: 9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-29-3

Word Count: 17000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

About the Book:

Where’s the common ground between a tiger shifter foot soldier and his prince?

Grio has one job—find dormant tiger shifters and introduce them to the world of Saffron Tigers. When he finds Professor Phoenix Lamoure, he discovers that Headquarters got a couple of key points wrong. Phoenix isn’t actually a professor but Saffron Tiger royalty…a member of the lost royal line.


Phoenix didn’t have things easy growing up. His mother spent most of her life in a mental institution, and he spent his formative years in foster care. When a stranger approaches to learn about his family history, he’s wary. When said stranger actually kidnaps him, all bets are off!

Can he ever believe what Grio says? Or will he be forever convinced that he’s as crazy as his mother was?

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Grio sat in his SUV, splitting his attention between the students walking across the quad and the file in his hand.

Professor Phoenix Lamoure. Actually, the guy was a TA, not a professor.

He was going to have to ride Danny next time he spoke to the man. It wasn’t often that the office sent out incorrect information, and he made the most of it when they did. Of course he’d rib Danny privately. No need to get him in trouble with the boss. Nigel didn’t have much of a sense of humor.

Phoenix Lamoure was a tiger shifter like himself, even if the man didn’t know it yet. A lot of shifters remained dormant and died never knowing what they really were.

The Saffron Tigers, though, they were nearly extinct, so they didn’t have the luxury of letting their kind discover themselves, or not. Headquarters searched out potential weres and Grio—or Janey or Tuplo—were sent to flush them out.

Grio looked at the file again, examining the black-and-white image closely to make sure he’d recognize Phoenix when he saw the man.

There were only one hundred and nineteen Saffron Tigers left and they needed numbers, needed safety. Needed each other.

Phoenix wasn’t your typical Saffron Tiger. Instead of bulk and broadness, he was slender, the little wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose adding an air of fragility or delicateness that Grio imagined was quite false. Knowing it or not, if Phoenix had tiger blood in him, he would be fierce when he had to be.

A small group of students walked by, a shock of unmistakable bright red hair hitting his eyes. Jesus. This one wasn’t just a Saffron. He was descended from the royal line.

How had he missed that? He checked the file again. Grainy black-and-white photo from some old high school yearbook. No wonder. Not only that, the file made no mention that this one was a royal.

Slipping out of the SUV, Grio closed the door silently, then quietly stalked his prey.

The two girls in the group of six headed off toward the parking lot, and he heard, “Nixie? You want to grab a pizza and a beer?”

“I don’t know. I have papers to grade…”

Grio considered his options. He could follow Phoenix to somewhere quiet, or he could “bump into” the man now.

“Come on, man. All you do is work,” wheedled the young man.

Phoenix gave a snort. “If you were Dr. Lee’s TA, you’d work, too.”

Dr. Lee. That was more information than Grio’d had a moment ago. He decided to wing it.

“Excuse me, did you say you were Dr. Lee’s TA?”

“I did, yeah.” Eyes that were pure gold met his, warm behind the wire-rimmed glasses. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I had a few questions for you. Is there somewhere we could go and talk?” Grio gave Phoenix his best and most earnest smile.


The Moon
Sean Michael




Genre: Gay shifter romance

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: 9/1/2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-30-9

Word Count: 18000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

About the Book:

The first full moon is always the hardest.

Danny McMann has been busy on pack business for weeks and just wants to spend the upcoming full moon deep in the woods with his pack—running, hunting, napping and generally goofing off. The last thing he wants to hear is that they’ve got another man on their hands who’s been bitten and about to turn with the arrival of the full moon.

Hammond Argyle was bitten by his assailant in a bar fight a few weeks ago. He’s been in a foul mood ever since and it’s only getting worse. As is the way his skin itches and feels like it doesn’t fit him anymore. When someone starts lurking round, following him, it’s about all he can take.

Will Danny be able to help Hammond through his first change and beyond?

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Hamm was going out of his fucking mind. He was itchy, like all over, scratch his skin right off to make it better itchy. Speaking of skin, his didn’t fit right, either. And it was getting worse. It was getting so he was going to take someone’s head off soon, just for talking to him. Not only that, now some asshole was following him.

Growling—literally fucking growling—he cut through the park. The form that had been following him for hours, staying far enough back that Hamm couldn’t focus on him, moved with him. And when he stopped it disappeared entirely, so he couldn’t even go confront the guy.

Between that and the not feeling right in his skin, he was on the very edge of doing something desperate. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but it was going to happen soon.

He scratched his shoulder. He’d been bitten—fucking bitten!—during a fight. This dude had attacked him and he held his own, even though the guy was viciously strong. He hadn’t even done anything to provoke the attack, goddamn it. It was weeks ago, but he’d been on edge since then. And the goddamn bite was still aching like it was festering, even though it looked well enough healed when he checked it in the mirror.

If Hamm went by how his luck had been going lately, the guy following him was the same guy who’d bitten him, coming back for more. Just what he fucking needed. Goddamn.

He was almost through the park when he stopped and turned abruptly, ready to run and confront his stalker, hoping the element of surprise would keep the guy from disappearing into the shadows this time. And he’d be goddamned if it didn’t work.

The guy—because it was a lean guy with a shock of dark auburn hair—was right there, bright gold eyes shining at him.

“You better have a fucking good reason for being on my ass.” He snarled out the words, not willing to take any guff, even though the guy was hot. And where had that thought come from? He was itchy and out of sorts, goddamn it, not looking to flirt, or even admire silently.

“I came to help.” The words were low, oddly calming.

“What?” He took a step back, startled by the answer and by the way it the man’s voice seemed to diffuse some of his anger.

“I came to help. You’re itching. I can help.”

Who was this impertinent kid?

“How do you know that?” he demanded. He hadn’t told a soul what had happened or how he was feeling.

“I can smell it on you.” How did this lean little thing not seem scared of him at all?

“Are you saying I smell?” He wasn’t sure if that made him more annoyed or not.

“Everyone smells.”

“Then why the fuck would you— You know what? Forget it. Just stop, okay?” He didn’t need this. “I don’t fucking know you from Adam, so get off my ass.”

“I’m Daniel. Daniel McMann.” One hand was held out, the confidence pouring off the man.

He answered automatically, even though he’d had no intention at all of giving this Daniel who’d been following him all day long his name. “Hammond Argyle.” And since when did he lose control of situations? Ever since he’d been fucking bitten, that’s when.

Daniel smiled at him. “That is a fabulous name, my fellow Scot.”

Hamm actually chuckled. That was not the reaction he usually got. “Thanks.”

He finally, begrudgingly, took Daniel’s hand, electricity slamming through him at the contact. He yanked his hand back, starring. “What the fuck? Did you feel that?”

Daniel nodded, blinked as if dazed, as if this had finally fazed the little fucker. “That’s never happened before.”

Surprisingly, that actually made Hamm feel better. “Shake a lot of strangers’ hands, do you?”

“Well, sure. But you’re not a stranger. You’re just a mate I haven’t met yet.”

Okay, so this guy was a little out there. His best course of action was probably to extricate himself from Daniel’s company as painlessly as possible. Instead, Hamm found himself saying, “Sure. Sure. So why were you following me?”

“I told you. I came to help. You were bitten. It’s my job to help with it.” Daniel said it as if that explained everything.

“Are you a cop? Do you guys have a…a lead?” Could the cops be looking into something he hadn’t actually reported? Maybe someone at the bar had phoned in an anonymous tip or something.

“I’m a… Well, I’m like a guidance counselor in the loosest sense of the word.”

Hamm stared at the guy. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” There were words and they seemed to be forming sentences, but Hamm couldn’t figure out what Daniel was trying to tell him.

“I know. Come have a drink with me?”

“I…” Hamm hesitated, still not convinced this guy wasn’t a nutjob. On the other hand, he felt better than he had in days, and that had started when he’d confronted Daniel. Coincidence, right? Still… “Okay.”

“Cool. Where’s good? I could use a snack, too.” This dude was bouncy as hell.

“There’s a pub on the corner of the park.” Close enough to home, too, but Danny-boy didn’t need to know that.

“Sounds perfect. I’m ravenous. Nice park.”

“It’s…a park.” Hamm started toward the Flying Pig.

“Nice mowed grass. I live in the woods.”

Hamm looked around. There was indeed lots of mowed grass, but also some trees that a couple of paths meandered through. He shrugged again and grinned. “It’s a park.”

“Yep.” There was a knowing, weirdly odd grin on the kid’s face.

This guy was going to drive him crazy. Hamm could tell. He growled deep in his chest, like a warning or something, but the kid just bounced along.

Hamm shook his head. When he was feeling better, he’d show Danny who was boss. Whoa. When he was feeling better, Danny was going to be in his rear view mirror, right? Right. Hamm was not into long-haired twinks.

Feeling more himself than he’d felt in long time, he held the door to the Pig open for Danny.

Danny shot him a smile. “Thank you.”

He swore, and for a second he thought he saw a tail wagging on the end of Danny’s ass. Shaking his head to clear it, Hamm nodded to Wilson behind the bar and pointed out a booth at the back of the place to Danny.

“Perfect!” God, this guy really was a nut.

Meet the Author:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used bookstores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

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