Tuesday, 29 September 2015

[Excerpt] Charming the Succubus by Lorien Lyn

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Book Description: 

Being a Succubus has its perks…until the hunter becomes the hunted.

For half-breed succubus Ava Hawley, hunting supernatural foes is worth all the risks and rewards. But when a wolf shifter is responsible for kidnapping her sister, the mission becomes personal. Ava is ordered to track down the bad boy and turn him over to her boss. That is, until she meets the dangerously sexy shifter and realizes her charm—the kiss of death—is no match for the charms of her opponent.

Alpha werewolf Killian Reid is on the run from a demon mistress, but someone else is on his tail—a stunning seductress with more sex appeal than any woman ought to have. And Killian can't resist her. Proving his innocence will be a challenge, but with every moment that he spends with her, Ava’s self-control weakens. And as their attraction grows, she knows she’ll have to rely on the shifter she'd been sent to capture, or they’ll both become victims to another predator…

Excerpt:

Ava reached out for Killian's hand and pulled him to the side. The movement to touch him was 
 instinctual. “I can't let you risk it alone. This is my battle too.”

“We don't have time, love.” He took hold of her chin, running his thumb over her bottom lip. Not giving it too much thought—and because she wanted to—she thrust her tongue out and licked him. The taste of mornings in spring and mint burst into her mouth. She gasped softly and his eyes darkened. “Save it,” he growled low. “I know what you're trying to do.”

Her gaze lowered. Defeated.

“We'll talk later when this is all over.” He leaned forward, leveling his eyes with hers. “The part about us.”

“Won't happen if we go with your plan.”

“It's the only way to gain access into the estate.”

“What if it doesn't work?” Concern spiraled in her gut.

“We won't know if we don't try.”

She couldn't help but wonder if he was referring to them again. The thought of them together had crossed her mind a couple of times, but she couldn't envision being with the wolf. A possessive shifter was dangerous all around. The man's aura radiated nothing but danger and violence. The telltale hint of darkness and dominance gave it away. Besides, wolf shifters mated for life and Ava didn't know if she was ready for that.

Bio:

Lorien Lyn writes paranormal romance and romantic suspense with dangerously sexy heroes and equally strong heroines. Romance novels are her favorite as they push beyond traditional boundaries. When she’s not busy brainstorming up new stories, she enjoys action-packed movies and Fantasy Football with her husband and son in beautiful Southern California. 
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Sunday, 27 September 2015

[Excerpt] Beautiful Monster (The Exchange - Book One) by Jeanne Bannon

There is a high road to Heaven which few people travel; Hell hath no door, but many manage to burrow their way in.
Chinese proverb



Lev moved swiftly through the hallways, darting in and out and around what, to him, were slowly moving nurses and orderlies—those unfortunates working the midnight shift. Faster than any human eye was capable of detecting, he made it to Carly’s room in a flash. In fact, he made it there just in time, nostrils plucking the acrid scents from the air better than any dog’s.
He sat on the bed beside her in the dimly lit room and noticed, thankfully, she had no roommate. The bed beside Carly was recently vacated. The scent of death still lingered heavily.
Taking her delicate hand in his, Lev noticed a monitor clipped on an index finger. It seemed it measured her pulse and heartbeat. He noticed too that her heart was beating slowly, though he didn’t need a monitor for that. He heard its throb, and it made him think of a dying battery.
However, relief settled on him as he realized he was the first to arrive after the accident that had left her comatose. Carly’s family was nowhere near yet. It would take hours for them to get here from the other coast. He had time, plenty of it. Stealthily, Lev glanced into the hallway from his perch in the darkened hospital room. The occasional nurse strode past, but it was late, or perhaps the better term was early. In the wee hours of the morning, there would be fewer staff than during the day.
With a sigh, he took Carly in. Her blonde hair was matted and dirty, even though it looked as if someone had tried to clean her up, perhaps finger combing her thick mane and tucking it behind her head. Her face was still perfect. Not a single scratch had sullied her beauty.
A knot twisted in his belly. Why hadn’t he known? He could have saved her if only he’d known. But even Lev couldn’t know everything. It was his brother, Alexei, who’d given him the news moments ago.
“Brother,” he’d said, “there’s been an accident. Go now to the hospital or you’ll never see your precious Carly again.”
He hadn’t asked the how, the why, the when. Alexei had dropped his mental barriers. Lev felt them fall like a drawbridge. His brother had let him in. It was easier than speaking—Lev was able to glean whatever information he needed in an instant. But with the simple facts of Carly’s accident came the realization his brother was happy for the turmoil. A hint of a smile had curled Alexei’s full lips, and his eyes were bright. Lev was not surprised.
He pulled his thoughts from Alexei and looked down at his beloved’s hand in his. The pallor of it matched his own. He listened to the slow rush of blood through her veins, willing it to grow stronger.
Moving close, he whispered, “I can save you.” He brought her dainty wrist to his lips. She smelled like death already—like the musk of freshly turned earth. It was now or never. His fangs pricked at her delicate skin, drawing a bead of crimson. It tasted of iron and copper and of her. Carly’s very essence was in that droplet.
He stopped himself, knowing she wouldn’t want him to go through with it. They’d talked about it many times, about the possibility of him turning her, so they could be together, not for just the blink of an eye that was a human lifetime but for eternity. She would be furious if he turned her, and he wouldn’t blame her. Lev knew the pain and sorrow of being changed into a monster against one’s will. 
But at least she would still exist. We could still be together. He shook off that small, but oh so inviting thought. No, he would not make a monster of her.
With a flick of his tongue, he licked the droplet away. A shudder of pleasure shot through him, and as he pushed her wrist to his mouth, like a child ready to bite into a ripe peach, the monitor blared a warning. He dropped her arm. Panic filled him. Carly’s pulse rose and fell suddenly. The stagnant tone of a heart that was no longer beating blared from the machine, stabbing sharply in his ears, but the growing silence of blood no longer pulsing through veins and arteries seemed louder. Hesitation had cost him. His compassion, as his brother would say, was his one true downfall.
Two nurses and a doctor were in the room now, buzzing frantically around Carly. Lev had disappeared through the pane of the window unseen and watched from outside where the moonless sky hid him. His jacket flapped in a breeze that also tousled his long black hair. It whipped and slapped against his cheeks.
It was said creatures like him could feel no pain. That they existed only as predators—takers of life—but Lev’s world had just crumbled. If he had a beating heart, it would be broken in two. Tears welled in his eyes, and he longed to let them fall. No, more than that, he wanted to scream, wanted to rip his cold dead heart from his chest and stomp on it.
Lev gathered himself as best he could, pinching the tears from his eyes and staring up to the heavens, but there would be no help for him there. For Lev Baranovsky, there was no God, only this perpetual hell he lived in. Love may come for him again in time, though he wasn’t sure he wanted it to. Would he ever get over losing his precious Carly? The vicious cycle of love and heartbreak was enough to drive him mad.
He should go now. Carly was gone. There was nothing he could do. Even though his brother would be at home, he needed the comfort of his own space to grieve.
He looked down at the ground two stories below, and when he peered back up for one last glimpse of his beloved, his brows lifted and his dark eyes grew to the size of poker chips.

Carly was dead, but she wasn’t gone. 

Friday, 25 September 2015

The Waterborne Blade: Susan Murray

This is honestly the kind of book I wish I could write.
I feel like this was a classic fantasy. It reminded me a lot of works from Brent Weeks and Karen Miller in terms of how it was written; and I have to say as much as
I enjoy "light" writing most of the time, I do really enjoy reading something like this every now and then to mix it up; even though it does take longer than a day for me to finish it.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to get into this book, after all it started a little slow; but I liked our main character (Weaver). I wasn't sure if I was going to like who I assumed was the love interest, and throughout most of the book I remained feeling that way. She was iffy; and I knew I was supposed to like her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to. However I do wish the entire story was written from weavers perspective and that we got to learn more about him. I'm thrilled there is a second book out and honestly can't wait to get my hands on it!
This book was a little slow at some points, which I don't mind honestly, but more than anything I found that I really couldn’t put this book down. It was the kind of book that I "stole" time for.
You know when you love a book so much that you're like "Oh, well I need to wait 3 seconds for ____ to be ready for dinner. I can get another page read before then."
That was this kind of book for me, and I loved every second of it.
As far as side characters went there weren’t that many, I mean there were a good number but they were all introduiced really slowly and I liked that.

Actually, there isn't really anything I can say that is bad about this book and that is a big deal for me.

When it comes down to it, for me, this is the kind of book that can create a fan- and I have become a fan of that author. 

Friday, 18 September 2015

Grave Witch by Kalayna Price

5 out of 5 stars
Alright, lets start off by saying that I've been eyeing this book for quite sometime! I get it from the library and then all of a sudden I just don't have the time to read it so I send it back; but now- I finally got around to reading it!
Now, well all know I'm a picky reader, but the thing is:
I absolutely loved this book! I read it in less than 24 hours because I could not put it down.
Let's talk a little bit about it. The basic idea of this book is that our main character is able to summon the dead, and talk to them. The world has embraced (and some have accepted) the paranormal, and Alex is just trying to make a living by summoning the dead, she does some work for the police which has earned her a bit of a reputation- what people don't realize is that she can also see death while she is not in her 'grave sight' unlike most grave witches. 
I guess, the only thing I didn't like about this book was who Alex (our main character) picked as a love interest...

Now, everything I did like about it:
This book dealt with necromancy is a way. It wasn't called necromancy but it dealt with death magic, summoning the dead, etc. and it was nice to see a new take on that! It was something that intrigued me when I was little (much like zombies) and I guess I still have a bit of a soft spot for it.
I also loved the fact that this book had Death as a (semi) main character. It was fun to see a new take on him and soul collectors overall! I spent most of the book shipping Alex and Death, but we won't go into too much detail about that- because this is a book review, not a rant!
The world itself I thought was very well created, the magic side of it was new and (I felt) not the same thing you read in a lot of books so that was nice- I also don't pick up many books with Fae in them so it was a nice change of pace for me. 
Also, a shout of for all the side characters! They were all fun, namely though PC and Fred!

Friday, 11 September 2015

Jinn & Juice by Nichole Peeler


3 out of 5 stars

This book was... okay. I wanted to be able to say it was great but it just didn't "pull me in" so to speak.
There were two great things about this book. 
1) The title
2) The fact she was a belly dancer, as one myself that's just fun!

Now, I can't actually pinpoint much I didn't like in this book, other than the fact that it just felt like it was trying way too hard to be a new adult/young adult book. And I was expecting a little more romance, it really didn't feel like there was any- then all of a sudden BAM, she wants to sleep with him and he won't let her. Boring 
The chracters were fun, for the most part and I found myself chuckling at some of the conversations between the side characters but yea... there just wasn't anything thathooked me in this book. It was an alright read and I loved that it about a jinni but I really wanted to like this book more.

The main character just didn't seem to have much to her. while she had some really interesting qualities that was just it. She didn't have an interesting personality and it felt like the love interest was just.... there. There wasn't really any character development and i feel like the author missed out on quite a few chances to really further her character. 
A main point to this book was that the main character had been cursed to live 1000 years as a jinni and her time was almost up. While it touched base on her feelings about it it didn't really go into detail. It just... sorta touched on it and that made the character seem uncaring about it.

I also wasn't a huge fan of how this was written. There was something about the tense that didn't really pull me in. A lot of telling maybe? 


I think the biggest thing I'm feeling is disappointment about the fact I didn't like it as much as I wanted to. But I'd give the next book a shot

Friday, 4 September 2015

[Excerpt] Princess by Kelly D. Smith

Oh, this is awkward.I hope he doesn’t notice me. I bowed my head, brushing my hair into my face.

I moved forward as someone went to the counter to place their order. Oh noo…I could feel it coming. My nose itched and I sniffled before letting out a series of quiet sneezes. Please don’t turn around, please don’t turn around. And he did.

Turning to face me, a smile spread across his lips and his eyes lit up. “Well hello.”

“Hi.” I smiled, pushing the hair out of my face. The entire world stopped for a fraction of a second and my heart skipped a beat. “How are you doing?”

“Pretty good, yourself?”

“Good…just, on my way home from work.”

“Ahh right, you said you worked at a bar, right?” I nodded. “Did you finish that book yet?”

“No, I’m still stuck on the Celtic mythology part. I haven’t had much time for reading.”

Someone stepped away from the counter and he moved forward to place his order. He stopped halfway to the counter and turned back to me. “Could I buy you a coffee, Becky?”

“Um…sure.” I followed him up to the counter as he placed his order. The women turned to look at me. “Could I get a small hot chocolate please.”

She rang our total up and he pulled out a twenty-dollar bill.

“So.” He turned to me. “I don’t mean to drag you into this but I’m guessing your friend isn’t going to call me back, is she?”

I opened my mouth, figuring out how I was supposed to reply. “Well…she isn’t really my friend, we just kinda…live together with a bunch of other people, mostly because I am broke and can’t afford to live anywhere else.” I gave a forced laugh. “But, I think you are right… If you haven’t heard from her by now she is either playing hard to get or not going to call you back.” A blush rose to my face as the waiter brought us our drinks.

“Thank you.” He smiled as we picked them up and headed for the door. “I was thinking, you seem like you would like to go to a fundraiser at a museum, there’s one tomorrow night and I’m dateless…Would you like to come with me? There will be a great exhibit open on Greek goddesses” The last part was added as an afterthought.

“I…” Um yes please! But I don’t have anything to wear, and it’s not like I can afford to go out and get a new outfit. Not that I was going to tell him that. “I would love to.” I’ll find something. I decided.

“Awesome.” He beamed, holding the door open for me. “It’s formal. I’ll pick you up?”

“That sounds great and, um, thanks for the hot chocolate.”

“Anytime. I’ll be there at five-thirty. The fundraiser starts at six.” He turned in the opposite direction of where I was going and headed off.

I stood there for a second as I processed everything that had just happened. I think I just got a date. I grinned, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. Butterflies filled my stomach and I started trying to piece together what I would wear.


* * * *

I looked myself over in the mirror, tugging at the knee-length black dress. The lace sleeves fell to my wrists, my silver cuff on top of the right one. My short red hair was tied up in a bun at the very top of my head.

With long lashes, my best attempt at a smoky eye, and glossy lips, I decided it would have to be good enough.

A smile spread over my lips. I look pretty damn good for this being an $8 dress and makeup from 3 years ago.

I jumped as someone knocked on the front door. I rushed to get it

“Who is that?” Hayley asked as I rushed past her and Carly.

“A…friend,” I called before pulling the door open.


He was a couple inches taller than me, his hair was dark brown, and it looked like he shaved down to his scalp. He had dark brown eyes and most of his lower face was covered in a thin layer of beard hair. He looked me up and down before smiling. “Hey.”