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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

WoW [101] - Burning Dawn

Burning Dawn - Gena Showalter
Release Date: April 29th 2014
A tormented past has left Thane with an insatiable need for violence, making him the most dangerous assassin in the skies.
He lives by a single code: no mercy. And as he unleashes his fury on his most recent captor, he learns no battle could have prepared him for the slave he rescues from his enemy's clutches—a beauty who stokes the fires of his darkest desires.
Elin Vale has her own deep-rooted scars, and her attraction to the exquisite warrior who freed her challenges her every boundary.
But Thane's unwavering determination to protect her means she must face her greatest fears—and enter a world in which passion is power, and victory means breathtaking surrender.
Why I am waiting:
I've read book one in this series, and loved it. Book one was my first GShowalter book, and it will not be my last. I love her writing style, hope I enjoy this one as much as the other.

What book are you waiting on this week?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Drea's Review: In His Sights

Title: In His Sights
Series: Don't Tell
Author: Rie Warren
Format: ebook
Source: Author
Release Date: April 24, 2014
Length: Novella (100 pages)
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Rating: 4.5-stars
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Drea's Review:
I received this book via the author in exchange for an honest review.

The human race has been devastated. The survivors have formed territories—cities—run by the Company. In order to rebuild the population, the Company has made homosexual and deviant sex illegal. Loving the wrong person is a death sentence. But not all survivors live under the Company’s rules. Freelanders are free to love who they like and take pleasure how they want. Company military man Mayce has only known life in the Alpha Territory. He thinks what the Company wants him to thinkthat includes believing freelanders are dirty Nomads. And it’s his job to stop insurgents. Even the gorgeous Nomad Hawke he can’t keep his hands off.

This is the second M/M I’ve read. Ms. Warren’s other book in this series, In His Command, was the first. So I have no other comparison in this genre. The sex scenes in this novella are hot, and plenty explicit. The word choice a bit more aggressive than the M/F erotic romances I’ve read. That’s to be expected as this is told from male POVs (both Hawke and Mayce). And don't worry, there's a nice HEA even though it seems like the world is against them.

So why didn't this one get a full five stars?
I wasn't as drawn into the character's voices in this as I was with Caspar's from In His Command. Perhaps it's because with the bouncing POV, and the length of the story, we don't have a lot of time in either male's head. Though there is suspense because this pair is sneaking around beneath the Company’s nose, I wasn’t biting my nails. That could be billed as a good thing. But I missed having that extra punch in the plot from never truly knowing what was going through one half of the couple's mind. That said, it's still an awesome story :)

Grab this if you want to try a quick & sexy M/M set in a dystopian world.

Monday, April 21, 2014

New Releases 04/21/2014

Here are a few books that will be released this week. What books are you looking forward to?

Golem in My Glovebox - R.L. Naquin
In her role as Aegis, Zoey Donovan has rescued and cared for hundreds of monsters and mythical creatures. Now humans are the ones in need of her help. Someone with a personal vendetta against the Board of Hidden Affairs has kidnapped all the other Aegises in the country--including Zoey's mother.

With the Hidden government in shambles and a string of deadly clues to follow, Zoey and her reaper boyfriend set out on a cross-country chase to stop the kidnapper from killing the captured Aegises. Along the way, they pick up a miniature golem who's on a quest to find his humanity...and may be the key to solving the grisly clues.

If Zoey succeeds in defeating this new evil, she'll finally be reunited with the mother she lost over twenty years ago. But if she fails, she'll become the final victim.

Good Girls Don't Date Rock Stars - Codi Gary
Gemma Carlson didn't plan on waking up married.

She also didn't count on running into her old flame—and her son's father-turned-country rock star—Travis Bowers, followed by a night of drunken dares. Apparently one of those involved a ring on her finger and a vow … neither of which she intends to keep. Now with a hangover from hell, this good-girl-gone-bad knows there's just one thing to do: run.

Travis has been all over the world, but Gemma has never been far from his thoughts. So when they had the chance to catch up over a few drinks, he didn't hesitate. Of course, he didn't expect it would lead to marriage, or a runaway bride! Travis finally has a second chance and doesn't plan on losing Gemma again—or the son he didn't know he had. He proposes, albeit belatedly, a date. Or rather, a few. If they can make this marriage work by starting over, he stays. If not …

Gemma's not interested; she's got a son to protect and a heart to heal. But having Travis around could make both a little easier. Still, good girls don't date rock stars . . . right?

Slope of Love - Melissa Foster
Olympic gold medalist skiers Jayla Stone and Rush Remington have been best friends for years. They've seen each other at their best and worst and have kept each other's secrets without fail. Only there's one secret Rush has kept close to his chest. After months of introspection, Rush realizes he's been filling his bed but not tending to his heart. He's changed his womanizing ways, and the only woman who can fill his heart has been right by his side all this time.

Years of intimate conversations and the sharing of hopes and dreams collide when Rush reveals his secret, and one toe-curling kiss changes everything between Rush and Jayla. They're no match for the passion that kiss ignites, or the pull of true love. But being Rush's best friend means knowing all about his revolving bedroom door--and Jayla has a secret of her own that could jeopardize her career and her relationship with Rush. Even their love may not be enough to overcome Rush's past or secure Jayla's future.

Invisibility - Andrea Cremer, David Levithan
Stephen has been invisible for practically his whole life — because of a curse his grandfather, a powerful cursecaster, bestowed on Stephen’s mother before Stephen was born. So when Elizabeth moves to Stephen’s NYC apartment building from Minnesota, no one is more surprised than he is that she can see him. A budding romance ensues, and when Stephen confides in Elizabeth about his predicament, the two of them decide to dive headfirst into the secret world of cursecasters and spellseekers to figure out a way to break the curse. But things don’t go as planned, especially when Stephen’s grandfather arrives in town, taking his anger out on everyone he sees. In the end, Elizabeth and Stephen must decide how big of a sacrifice they’re willing to make for Stephen to become visible — because the answer could mean the difference between life and death. At least for Elizabeth.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Release Day! Guarded Heart by Anya Breton

Happy Birthmas!!! *clears throat* I mean Happy Release Day!
I'm a big fan of Anya Breton's books, so I had to give a shout out and let yall know about her new release.

Guarded Heart
Author:
Anya Breton
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Buy Links: Amazon US, Amazon UK

Someone is trying to kill high priest Morgan Seaton, but the last person he wants protecting him is people-hater Brook Calder—a fellow Water witch from his youth. He values the witches of his coven too much to put them in danger from her shoot-first-ask-questions-later methods. But the head of Neptune’s Rangers assures Morgan that Brook is the best of the best, and attempts on his life are a weekly occurrence, so Morgan has no choice but to accept the help from the one witch he’s never been able to persuade.

If they can stop giving into their scorching desire everywhere—including the back of a limo or the bathroom floor—he might survive long enough to find out who wants him dead.

Excerpt
Morgan had barely kept his hands to himself when the Ranger had joined him and his companions minutes ago. He’d wanted to caress her generous breasts through the silk until her nipples strained for release. He would have settled for a hand at her waist. Touching her had become integral to the success of his evening. That meant Mira had to go.

For her own safety, of course.

Morgan nudged her toward the coat check. “I’ll tell anyone who asks that you came only because I’d asked and your illness sent you home.”

“What illness? I feel fine.” She dug the heels of her designer pumps into the gaudy-patterned carpet. “Really, Morgan—”

“It’s too dangerous,” he said for the seventh time, ignoring the satin fabric beneath his fingers as he pressed her shoulder toward the counter because acknowledging it would invite comparisons to other satin fabrics.

“Whoever it is would be foolish to try anything at a party,” she said.

Was that why Brook had let him walk out without her? Thank the god of the ocean the Ranger couldn’t read his silent irritation that she hadn’t shackled herself to his hip. Or something a little closer to the center.

Morgan scrubbed a hand over his face. “I was nearly shot. In public. I’m taking no chances with anyone.”

“But yourself.”

“As I told you. It would be suspicious if I hid away.”

“That’s ridiculous—”

“And whoever it was would take it out on those I care for.” He hadn’t meant to look Mira in the eye when he spoke the words. No doubt she’d read it as a soulful gaze—one with far more emotion behind it than he meant to broadcast. For a Water witch, Mira was obtuse regarding the emotions of others. But then he had been with her as well.

“Please,” he said with a low sigh. “I take my people’s safety very seriously.”

“But you don’t take your own seriously.”

“I will. In fact, I shouldn’t be away from Brook for long.”

Mira’s eyes narrowed into fine slivers. The drawing sensation coincided with what he’d felt from her the moment he’d spotted her dark head of hair. Jealousy still. Morgan might have assured her there was nothing to concern herself over. He didn’t.

A part of him, initially small but quickly widening with disturbing speed, wanted Brook despite their vast differences. Perhaps because of them.

“Take care, Mira,” he said in distraction when the line opened for his assistant to fetch her things. “I’ll call…”

He didn’t finish his thought because he’d forgotten what it was, if he’d known to begin with. How could he remember a damn thing when his attention was riveted on her?

How had Irvin persuaded Brook to dance? And why did the formerly gangly female have to move with grace foreign to a tomboy? How had she learned to move like that?

Who had taught her?

Never before had Morgan felt inclined to harm his uncle. But the hand inches below Brook’s flared hips should have been his, not Irvin’s. And never had he experienced the urge to drag a woman out by her hair.

The image of his fingers slicing through those spiked, cropped locks flared in his mind’s eye. He’d let the tips of his digits linger at her nape until she shivered with desire. Only when he’d drawn a reaction with the heat of his gaze would he slide the straps of her gown over her bare shoulders.

Morgan’s cock roused when Brook’s gaze met his across the dance floor. And she shivered. Deliberately he stepped to the wall rather than cut into their dance. He couldn’t be trusted. Laughable that, considering he was the most principled male he knew. Brook had always gotten him in the worst trouble.

His uncle sent a glance over his shoulder. Irvin’s lips quivered in the mere moment Morgan had seen his face. And then he was bent over Brook’s figure, whispering in her ear. Morgan’s chest tightened at the sight of them in the intimate embrace.

Brook jerked her head to the right. A shapely shoulder appeared beyond Irvin’s frame. As soon as Morgan had seen it, it disappeared behind his uncle’s body.

Frustration. Hers. He could feel it across the room without an empathic link. Morgan shot forward in time to hear her protesting.

“He’s a sitting duck alone over there and I don’t want to dance.”

“You were dancing peacefully while he stroked Mira,” Irvin said before he realized Morgan was within earshot.

Stroked Mira? Was the male trying to make Brook jealous? Morgan’s gaze switched to hers, eager to know if it had worked. Her eyes were narrow, but the emotion he noted when his empathic link snapped into place wasn’t jealousy. No, it was more irritation.

Brook Lochlan was one giant ball of vexation—a sexy ball in a slinky gown that left little to the imagination.

But she wasn’t Brook Lochlan any longer. How could he have forgotten she’d married?

He knew how. Morgan hadn’t wanted to remember. Lust had made him stupid.

“May I cut in?” he asked of his uncle now that he’d successfully iced his baser needs.

“If you must,” Irvin said with stiffness he ordinarily reserved for their opposition. “We were enjoying each other’s company.”

A glance at Brook merited no assistance. Her plump lips were set together as they often were, neither thinner nor poutier than normal. She’d been arguing when he’d arrived. But she wasn’t arguing now even though Irvin had lied.

Or had Morgan misunderstood what he’d overheard? It would have been easy, especially given how badly he’d wanted to believe she hadn’t been enjoying herself.

Still Morgan stepped into their space. Irvin released her waist and her hand and then moved with a mocking flourish to the left.

“Do try to enjoy the rest of the dance.” Irvin’s sardonic emphasis pointed out the fleeting moments left in the ensemble’s current piece. He sauntered into the crowd without a backward glance.

Morgan’s attention slipped away, settling upon Brook’s face—her glaring face.

“I was getting somewhere with him when you interrupted,” she said.

“You were trying to stop dancing when I interrupted.”

“What I was saying and what I was doing were two different things.”

“You?” Morgan brought his head back to give her a once-over. The motion was meant to be feigned incredulousness—a mocking gesture she’d surely understand. Instead, Morgan had noted how the silky fabric of the gown skimmed her inner thighs far too closely. Lust he’d thought he’d conquered melted his brief, icy resolve.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she ground out before recognizing the scene they created. Brook stomped forward in her silver sandals. She grabbed hold of his hands, setting one to her waist and the other out to the side, exactly as he should have done.

It was an open invitation to touch her. And touch her he did, forming his fingers over her firm hip. Her breasts thrust between them, barely avoiding the brush of his chest. Morgan didn’t allow himself the pleasure of stepping forward to fix that.

“It means that you don’t like pretending,” he said when she cleared her throat in noisy impatience. “The old Brook Lochlan wouldn’t have said one thing and done another.”

“The old Brook Lochlan wasn’t a Ranger,” she said at a volume the vanilla humans wouldn’t hear. “She still doesn’t like pretending, but sometimes it’s required for the job. And what the crap am I doing speaking about myself in the third person? There is no Brook Lochlan anymore. There’s only me. Brook Calder.” Her profile swung away—an avoidance tactic.

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d be a married woman.”

Brook’s gaze snapped back, fixing on his probing eyes. Confusion. It wasn’t in her expression but he sensed it in her. He sensed everything—the frustration, the confusion, the resentment and the desire.

The link wobbled. Uncertainty. And then she opened her mouth. “I’m not married.”

Morgan experienced brief relief that he hadn’t been drooling over a married woman for days. Words tumbled from his mouth he’d not meant to ask her. “Is that against Ranger rules?”

She gave a mirthless laugh. “No.”

“Were you married?”

“Priest Seaton, the surname is my mother’s. I took it after my father died. You could have asked instead of fishing.”

“Fishing is what Water witches do best.”

“No, Water witches feel emotions best. And yours are all over the place. Focus on one. It will help you calm the others.”

“You don’t want me to focus on one, Brook.”

Her head tilted to the right, a weary expression that didn’t fit what he sensed from her. “You’re just going to have to fight it.”

“What if I don’t want to fight it?” He let his hand slip down her hip to her derrière. It clenched beneath his palm—a taut, wonderful bit of muscle he imagined gripping while he plunged into her repeatedly.

And then his hand headed up when he realized he’d brushed nothing beneath her gown. He searched for the band, for the line of elastic that had to circle her hips.

“What are you doing?” came her sharp voice when his fingers grazed up her hip to her waist.

Morgan leaned forward, setting his lips to her ear. “You wore panties, Brook, you had to.”

“In this thing? Are you crazy?” She tried to pull away but he clamped his arms around her waist, holding her where she was. “I didn’t have anything that wouldn’t show.”

Using her to hide the erection straining at his tuxedo slacks probably wasn’t the best of ideas. But it was her fault. “Neptune’s net, are you trying to drive me mad?”

“Of course not—”

He inhaled the brisk scent of her skin near his lips, barely resisting the urge to kiss the tender patch behind her ear. He believed her. It wasn’t simply that he experienced her indignation.

Brook wouldn’t intentionally try to seduce him. Morgan doubted she’d know the first thing about making a male lust after her. And that made him want her more.

“Next time you force me into formalwear, I’ll be sure to wear panties,” she said breathlessly.

“See that you do, or I guarantee you won’t be in your formalwear for long.”

Morgan shoved away from her, unable to stand her sweet heat, firm body and thrilling scent a moment longer. He didn’t look back no matter how badly he wanted to know if her nipples strained the fabric. Because if he did, he knew he’d drag her out by the hair exactly as he’d wanted to minutes earlier.

Author Bio:
Anya Breton is a web monkey with an obsession for nail polish and rubber chickens. Her fears include Peeps and people who hate clowns. She lives in the Midwest with her significant other.

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Review: Letting Go

Title: Letting Go
Author: Maya Banks
Release Date: February 4th 2014
Format: Paperback
Source: Purchased
Buy: Amazon, BN
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Josslyn, is a widow that has been mourning the loss of her husband for the past 3 years. She has decided that it is time to let go and continue on with her life. In an attempt to fill the void she has had in her life, she joins a club that caters to something she has always wanted to try. She's always wanted to be dominated, her first time at the club, her husband's best friend spots her and quickly "comes to her rescue".

Dash is all alpha male. He is a dominate, not just in the bedroom but in his business life as well. He's had a longstanding crush on his best friend's wife, but has never acted on it. When he spots Joss with another Dom at the club, he quickly acts and tells her how he's always felt about her. The two come to an agreement that suits both their needs. Dash is an alpha male that knows exactly what he wants. He still has that soft side to him though, he wants to spoil his special someone. If you like alphas, you'll love Dash, I know I did.

Letting Go was steamy, but still managed to build a relationship between the characters. I've had issues in the past with erotic books, since I'm more of a relationship type of gal, but this one was exactly what I was looking for. My only complaint is the story harps a bit too much on the husband's death. I do understand why it mentions it, but I felt it continued to pop up. I enjoyed the characters, but I think my favorite was Dash. I'm in an alpha male type of mood it seems. Letting Go was a naughty read that I would recommend to readers looking for an entrance into this type of genre. I cannot wait to read another MBanks book.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Thrifty Thursday [56]

$0.99
The Lumberfox - Ava Lovelace

$1.99
A Kiss of Shadows - Laurell K. Hamilton
The Superfox - Ava Lovelace

$2.99 - $3.03
Blue Lines - Toni Aleo
Wild Heat - Bella Andre
Love and Lists - Tara Sivec
Passion and Ponies - Tara Sivec
Y's Punishment - Anya Breton

$3.99
Hot as Sin - Bella Andre
Never Too Hot - Bella Andre