Tuesday, January 24, 2017

.99C SALE - WRENCHED by EMMA JAMES - HELL'S BASTARD # 1 - ADULT - DARK SUSPENSE ROMANCE



WRENCHED
Hell's Bastard # 1

SALE .99c

Whisper

I was stolen as an infant and raised by my master, William Dupre. For twenty years I was hidden inside a plantation home on the outskirts of Connard, Louisiana. Stupidity killed William giving me my chance for freedom. But where do I go when I have only known the walls of his home? When I have no friends and have never made contact with another person, other than my master and mistress. 

I am a secret.

The outside world was only known to me through the movies I was granted access to. 
I’ve only ever had contact with one man who treated me as his pet to do as he wished.

I chose to run without looking back. I stole into the night on a wing and a prayer with my book, a handful of bills and my ragdoll Jenny and a head full of hope. I had to believe all of humanity was not like William and I was right.

But then I had to go and let my guard down one evening giving myself over like some sex starved fool, to the tattooed man who had strolled into the bar I was working at.

I was a coo yon, a stupid girl.

Miss Catherine

I had felt it in my bones that somethin’ was goin’ to be comin’. I didn’t know when, but dem bones of mine never lied to me. They always gave me a warnin’, a feelin’ in dem that left me to work the rest out for myself. I hadn’t had such a strong feelin’ seepin’ into dem in a long time.

There was nothin’ much to be done but sit here in front of my comforting fire in my cozy livin’ room with my crochet until I be called upon.


Sara

We talk. I lie a lot because I need to keep my identity a secret. I can’t let that personal information out. I lie about my name, because I gave my real name to a stranger today, and now I’m saddled with a damning letter.

Tonight I will be Sara, and she will help me move forward. I’m handing her the reins.


Edge

I've had too much fucking time to think about my past on the ride to Louisiana. I had blocked out that part of my life, even though it helped to shape the person I am now.

I'm ruthless.

I don't give second chances.

I get the job done.

Conscience plays no part in my world.

You f*ck me or the club over, you are done for.

I'm indeed a soulless bastard through and through.

I'm grateful I was taken from my father, or God only knows what would have become of me.

Would I even be alive?

They say blood is thicker than water.

Well, that is debatable.


Boxer

She has no reason to trust me, especially since I'm a man. I have to keep reminding myself I'm the only other man she has met in her entire life and I'm asking her to believe my words when she has no good reason to.

Jonathan Boothe

I really should get out of Dodge, but this is gonna be too good to miss.

The maestro has conducted his last song.

What could possibly go wrong?

Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.



WRENCHED 

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EXCERPT


EDGE POV


I’ve just walked into the bar and I’m in need of a piss, so I follow the restroom sign and notice along the way how empty the bar is, while the jukebox has some romantic country song wailing out of it. I could have relieved myself on my father’s land, but even my piss was too good to be spilled on something he had owned.

I’ve taken care of business, ready for a beer, when I hear barely audible feminine grunts followed by smacking noises coming from up the stairs.

Call me curious.

I quietly climb the stairs, noting the Private: Staff Only sign nailed to the beam above my head, ignoring it as I walk toward the sounds, when I see her in a back room, punching a heavy bag in painted on, ass-hugging, little black workout shorts. I’m amused at first. My thoughts of revenge falling to second place as I cross my arms over my chest, propping myself up against the doorjamb while I watch her smack the bag with her toned arms as she makes those soft little grunts.

She has no idea I’m standing here observing her. I should walk away, but the more I stand here watching her, the more I can’t take my eyes off her. She sure is a looker.

This female is so determined to break her thumbs that I have to step in and save them. She is lean, but she still has nice curves, like a slow-winding country road travelling up her body. Her tight, rounded globes have my dick’s attention as she swings around the bag, concentrating so hard that she doesn’t notice me, sweat dripping off her pretty face, determination written all over it.

I decide then and there I want to get to know her tonight. I have seen that look. That’s the look of somebody who’s working off stress…or working off somebody.

She is quick on her feet, but she is holding her hands wrong. She doesn’t even have them strapped. She looks like she walked in and just needed to start hitting something. Her tits are a good handful, and her tight black workout top holds them secure. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, perfect for grabbing onto, and she has these big, chocolate brown eyes a man could drown in while he fucks her senseless.

She is light on her feet as she rotates around again, jabbing at the bag with her back to me. In my current status of good-guy-civilian, I have to help her out.

I walk up to her and lay my hands on either side of her shoulders to calm her movements. She stops with a gasp, her body stiffening. I watch her reaction time. It’s slow as her mind works on what to do next. She needs to get a little quicker with that.

Then it comes.

I’m ready.

She swings around, ready to shove her palm straight up into my nose, hoping to buy herself some time as she flees for help.

Somebody has been taking self-defense lessons. I actually find myself liking the fact that she has some knowledge about how to protect herself.

I dodge her predictable defensive response to my invasion of her space. Her palm goes flying through the air, hitting nothing. I twist her back around, keeping her arms locked down tight, and her back to my chest. “We can do this all night if you like, but I’m not here to hurt you. I came in for a beer and to take a piss. I’ve been on the road the last few days. If you’ll calm down, I’ll release you.”

She thinks about my words and my actions and does as she’s told. She’s na├»ve, but I won’t tell her that. Before I fully release her, I move my hands over hers and reposition her thumbs for her. “Like this.” I soften my deep, rough, gravelly voice because I can be very intimidating when I want to be. “Little lady, I was just gonna tell you you’re gonna break those thumbs the way you are hitting that bag.” From her body language, I can see intimidation will get me nowhere. I need to behave like a civil gentleman, and not who I really am.

“You’re not thinking about the care of your hands before you beat the heavy bag senseless because your mind is elsewhere.” She’s all kinds of frazzled about something, and this is an impulsive thing to do. She might have started out with good intentions, putting her workout gear on, but then it escalated to, ‘Fuck my hands. I need to hit something, pronto’.

I fully release her and she immediately takes a step away from me, twisting around to take in who was touching her, who has invaded her private workout. Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks me up and down quickly. They don’t linger too long. She just needed to assess me for any danger.

Smart girl.

All she sees standing before her is a clean-cut American guy. She would have given me a different look had she seen me in my cut, but for some reason, I don’t think it would have necessarily impressed her. There are the chicks who would fear us, and then there are the chicks who can’t wait to get in our pants. I’m not a hundred percent sure which category she was in at the moment.

I look her in the eyes. “I can tell this isn’t your first time at the bag. You’ve let yourself get distracted, little lady.”

“Thank you,” she whispers to me. “You are right. I am distracted. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Her eyes are now downcast and darting back and forth. “I’m good now, thank you. You can leave me to it.”

I sense a challenge. I saw her look of appreciation before she looked away. I never have to work hard. I get fucked with ease.

“You shouldn’t be up here. This is the private part of the bar and it’s now closed. How did you get in here?” Her voice is soft-spoken.

“The door was unlocked and the jukebox was wailing. Also, it’s only just eight o’clock. I needed a beer. What bar shuts at eight o’clock?”

“This bar,” she mumbles. She slowly looks up when I don’t respond to her two words, and then her eyes roam all over my body...again.

I’m neatly dressed and my hair is freshly cut. I’m wearing designer jeans, a checkered button up, and a leather jacket. I stopped off in New Orleans to get myself some civvies to wear on the way over. My cut is rolled up in my saddle bag on my bike.

I usually look dangerous and intimidating, but tonight, I need to be somebody else less threatening. I also need to be anonymous in this town, just a guy wanting a beer, passing on through.

Tonight, I’m nothing more than your average Joe Blow.

“Are you in charge of the bar?” I can’t sense anybody else around.

“Not normally, but for now, yes.”

She’s deciding if she will allow me a drink. I know I look tired, and now I’m all kinds of sexually frustrated, since I’ve laid eyes on this female.

“If you want a beer, I can get you one.” She’s too trusting, but I won’t knock her back. I really could do with a beer.

This new hair cut is hanging in my face, and it works to my advantage, making me look younger. I scoop it up and over my head and give her a little smile. “You look like you need a break. Can I buy you a drink?” I’m all for smooth talking her to get what I want.

I can see her weighing up whether to let me buy her a drink. Interesting, she’s making me work for it. I’m all for a challenge. She just made herself that little bit more of a game to me, so I offer up more information. “I’m just in town to visit family and decided to stop on by for a couple drinks before I head on over.” A little white lie, but I can see I have to pull some half-truths here to get this one to take the bait.

“And they can’t give you a beer?”

Shit. “They no longer drink.” Well, that part is true. “Wouldn’t be polite of me to show up with alcohol, when they’re on the wagon.”

I give her my warmest look, which I normally reserve for the people I’m hunting, because I need to pull on my resources for this female standing before me.

My brothers know if I get this look on my face I’m far more dangerous than when I look like I want to kill you. If I look like I want to kill you, then where’s the element of surprise? But if I look at you like you are my friend and you can trust me, then you won’t see me coming, motherfucker.

I need to take the edge off and get laid, and she just became my prey for the night. I’ll be fucking her before the night is through.

I hold my hand out to her to shake. “I’m Edge, and you are?”

She puts her small hand in mine and gives my hand a little squeeze. “I’m Sara.” I can see immediately she’s lying to me. She has no clue how to lie. My name’s Edge because I always have the upper hand.

She looks at me like she wants to say something more, her mouth opens a little, and then she says in a very small voice, “Ok. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Let me just clean up a bit.”

“I’ll just go wait out at the bar for you.” I have to strain my ears to hear her. “Take your time, little lady. I’ll be waiting.”

I can sniff a good girl out, and she’s definitely a good girl, but can I get her to be a bad girl tonight?

I head down to the bar and take it upon myself to flip the closed sign on and click the locks. She’s not used to closing up the bar because somebody else normally does this, and tonight, for whatever reason, she’s been left alone to do it, and look what happens.

I happen.

I take a slow look around the bar. It’s fitted out in wood and leather. A real old school kind of small town bar, with an old school kind of jukebox in the corner. The music has stopped, so I walk over to it, feeling around my pockets for a handful of coins, and I punch in several songs. The jukebox comes to life, clicking and whirring, and “One Of These Nights” by The Eagles starts playing.

I could have ducked behind the bar and gotten a couple of beers, but I don’t want to appear more than who I want her to see. I want in her pants, and being Edge, the Soulless Bastard, isn’t gonna cut it with this gal.

I take out my phone and text Hazard. I let him know I’ve arrived and I’ll be tidying everything up soon. Whisper will be meeting an untimely end. We discuss some club stuff back and forth, and then end our conversation. I delete the messages, so my phone is clean.

I’ve positioned myself so I can see when she comes back into the bar. The jukebox clicks away as it chooses the next song, “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” by Jet starts playing.

She walks in, looking around the empty bar until she locates where I’m seated. She makes a stop behind the bar and holds up two beers. I nod my head, and she brings them over. I don’t care about the brand; I just need a drink. I can see she’s showered and has put on a clean white tank top, a knitted black zip-up, little denim shorts, and flip-flops. I’m amused at the flip-flops.

“Slide on in, little lady.” I figure she’ll sit next to me, but instead, she sits across from me. “Do you talk?”

“Of course.” Her voice is so damn quiet against the jukebox playing in the background.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna have to speak up because I can’t hear you.” She slides the beer over to me and I hold it up to her. “Thank you,” I tell her, then take a deep swig.

She takes a long drink from her bottle and makes a little face while she looks about nervously. I need to go in for another swoop of getting her to trust me. This chick needs to chill. “Look, Sara, if you don’t want to talk and have a beer, that’s fine by me. I just thought you looked interesting and we might get along tonight.”

“No. You are great. It’s me. I’ve got a lot of things on my mind.” Her eyes turn to me, but can’t stay on me for too long. “I received some unwanted news today.”

“Is that what the pounding on the heavy bag was all about?”

She nods her head. “My trainer would be disappointed all his hard work went down the peach pit the minute he left me alone.”

Peach pit? I like this woman. “Is he your boyfriend?” Of course she would have somebody. I take a long swig out of my bottle, draining the contents. I’m about to cock-block my own dick and get out of here.

“Oh, no!” She laughs and I like the sound of it. “He’s more a father figure to me. He’s away for a few days, and I was just feeling a little tense. He will help me sort it all out when he gets back.”

I give my dick a mental double-thumbs-up, deciding maybe she’s worth the challenge tonight after all. It’s very rare a female doesn’t push herself on me, or rub her tits in my face when I invite her for a drink. Actually, it’s rare more than one woman isn’t vying for my attention at the same time. This is something new to me. She’s put a small chink in my ego.

When I’m hunting, I need to know when to back off and when to go in for the kill. This girl needs more effort, or else I will blow it before I can get to the finish line.

WARPED
Hell's Bastard # 2




The Hunt Is On.

WHISPER

I was never meant to be free.
Evil has taken from me again.
I’ve lost the two people I’ve grown to love because another of Hell’s bastards has staked his claim on me and stolen me away.
What gives another human being the right to take another’s innocence and try to destroy their soul?

EDGE

We were never meant to meet.
Our lives collided and spun out in different directions.
Now it’s a race against time.
Time she doesn’t have.
This is on my head.
I f*cked up.

What happens when a Soulless Bastards MC enforcer is on the hunt for the f*ckers involved in taking the sweet and wild girl? 

No Mercy happens.

Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.


WARPED 








CONTORTED
Hell's Bastard # 3

Releasing 25th January 


EDGE

I’ve decided there’s no virtue in patience. 
It’s f*cking torture.
And that goes for DM Christmas songs too.

MATHIAS

Good girl.
Be afraid of me. 
It will make my job easier.
Until she's caught between a desk and a Hell's bastard.


ROSE

I am a shell to be f*cked with.
But I am a survivor.
I have my own Sasha Fierce.
Just give me a reason.


CEZAR

You haven’t seen my bad side yet.
It will leave you speechless.


WHISPER

Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell.

Survival has become a waiting game, choreographed by a schedule to keep me complacent.
Mathias and Rose are my constants. 
My frenemies.
What happens when Cezar turns the tables?

Just remember to breathe.


Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.




Friday, January 13, 2017

BOOK REVIEW - FEVERBORN by KAREN MARIE MONING - FEVER SERIES # 8 - URBAN FANTASY - DELACORTE PRESS

By: Karen Marie Moning
Published By: Delacorte Press
Released: Available Now
Details: Hardcover from library ( will order my copy soon ) , 490 Pages

RATING: 4.75 BARRONS & RYODAN & LOR STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

In Karen Marie Moning’s latest installment of the epic #1 New York Times bestselling Fever series, the stakes have never been higher and the chemistry has never been hotter. Hurtling us into a realm of labyrinthine intrigue and consummate seduction, FEVERBORN is a riveting tale of ancient evil, lust, betrayal, forgiveness and the redemptive power of love.

When the immortal race of the Fae destroyed the ancient wall dividing the worlds of Man and Faery, the very fabric of the universe was damaged and now Earth is vanishing bit by bit. Only the long-lost Song of Making—a haunting, dangerous melody that is the source of all life itself—can save the planet.

But those who seek the mythic Song—Mac, Barrons, Ryodan and Jada—must contend with old wounds and new enemies, passions that burn hot and hunger for vengeance that runs deep. The challenges are many: The Keltar at war with nine immortals who’ve secretly ruled Dublin for eons, Mac and Jada hunted by the masses, the Seelie queen nowhere to be found, and the most powerful Unseelie prince in all creation determined to rule both Fae and Man. Now the task of solving the ancient riddle of the Song of Making falls to a band of deadly warriors divided among—and within—themselves.

Once a normal city possessing a touch of ancient magic, Dublin is now a treacherously magical city with only a touch of normal. And in those war-torn streets, Mac will come face to face with her most savage enemy yet: herself.


BOOK REVIEW:

I am very addicted to this series, have been for many a year. When I started reading, the latest book released was Faefever, so I have had to sit patiently waiting for every book since.

Now, in saying that, I am gonna admit Burned is the only book I haven’t done a review on, because…well I got a little shock at the time and a little confused when it didn’t follow in the vein of Iced as part of Dani’s trilogy.

I liked Burned but it was my least favorite. I have finally been able to say that out loud. I stay away from any reviews, blurbs or teasers when I read in this series, so I had no clue Burned was going to get flipped on me and reverting back to Mac and Barrons.

These things happen.

I am so pleased I got more Dani/Jada and Ryodan and the ever lovable, Lor in Feverborn.


Lor.

The man was a beast. A primitive caveman who loved being what he was. Blunt, blatantly sexual, with a voracious appetite for rock and roll, brawls, and hot blondes, he was prone to proposition a woman by saying, “Hey, wanna fuck?” and scored a ridiculous amount of time with his Viking good looks and that hint of something dirty-kinky-raw just beneath the surface, locked, loaded, and ready to blast a woman’s inhibitions to dust.


Giddy up!

It was not enough, but I respect KMM has gone for whatever reason in this direction of Mac and Barrons again.

Her writing is always superb, Burned may not have been the continued story direction ( Dani O'Malley Trilogy ) I had hoped, as I so adore Dani and Ryodan ( in their own trilogy ), but eh, not my story to tell.

Feverborn I was very hesitant to pick up, hence why I'm only doing it now... because of Burned.

I am pleased to say, I personally enjoyed what KMM did with all the characters in this installment, even if not a lot of new stuff happened compared to the fast pace of the original series. I hung on tight to any Jada and Ryodan and soaked it up.

I did get a shock emotion where I got a bit girlie and had a little cry.

Nice one KMM.J


I got the mother of all endings.

Nice one KMM
.
J

I say this because Feversong is like a few days away if I understand correctly.

Nice one me.  #win

Barrons and Mac had a kinda off relationship going on in Feverborn, compared to how they behaved in other books. It was a little distant, I felt. There was in the moment sex a couple times, but Mac was clearly off doing her stuff for the reader to see.



He went motionless, swept my body with that dark, inscrutable gaze, and the shape of his mouth changed. "Ah, Ms. Lane, did you pull me out of there to fuck?”


I think I got a bit confuzzed with him calling her Ms. Lane again. Barrons did eventually give us an explanation.


Jada’s character I do adore, I miss Dani, and I think Mac does too, but Jada is here now. I do miss all those Batman quotes and banter between Ryodan and Dani.


Let's face it...I am kinda upset the trilogy got snuffed out. My readers heart got sad. 

Moving on.

This quote just made me put my hand over my heart…bless.

Silver eyes met hers and locked. “I didn’t like Dani.”

“At least you’re consistent,” she said coolly.

His silver eyes were ice. “I loved her.”


Well, day…um!



Oh... Christian. He’s such a great character. As the reader we have watched him evolve enormously over the series.


Christian glided down the hallway toward her, part muscled Highlander, part sleek, dark Faerie, majestic black-velvet wings trailing the gold floor, and despite having been trained to stand their ground, a few of her sidhe-seers peeled back.


Dancer really gets Dani and accepts Jada. I love how he makes things not complicated, where everybody else can’t see underneath like Dancer can.


“Laughter is power. One of the greatest weapons we have. It can slay dragons and it can heal. Jada doesn’t have it anymore. As long as she doesn’t, she’s more vulnerable than any of you seem to realize. Stop worrying about your idiotic ‘things’ and start worrying about her. Make her laugh, Mac. And remember how to do it yourself, while you’re at it…”

I adore how Lor always calls Dani/Jada, honey. I just melt. They have such a great friendship, he adores her, but knows she’s off limits.


“Aw, honey, keep dancing like that, you’re gonna get me killed,” Lor said close to her ear.



Mac and Barrons are that couple that simply stay with you once you have read them.

And this is one of the reasons why.



“Because, Ms. Lane, when the world goes to bloody hell,

 I will always be at your bloody side.”



The latter part of this book really got hopping and I am so excited to carry on shortly with Feversong... because that ending.



O.M.G!



“Uh, Barrons, we’re in a world of shit,” I muttered.

“Same page, Ms. Lane. Same bloody word.”


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

BOOK REVIEW - THE RISK by S.T. ABBY - MINDF*CK SERIES # 1 - DARK SUSPENSE ROMANCE

By: S.T. Abby
Published By: S.T. Abby
Released: Available Now
Details : Kindle purchase, 107 Pages

RATING: 4.5 LOGAN STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

They took too much.
Left too little.
I had nothing to lose...until him.

*****************

~Lana~

I didn't expect him.
I didn't want to fall in love.
But I can't let him go.

Logan Bennett makes the world a safer place.
He's brilliant.
He's a hero.
He locks away the sick and depraved.
But while he's saving lives, I'm taking them. Collecting the debts that are owed to me.

Ten years ago, they took from me. They left me for dead.
They should have made sure I stayed dead.

Now I'm taking from them.
One name at a time.

I've trained for too long.
I've been patient.
I can't stop now.

Revenge is best served cold...

They never see me coming, until I paint their walls red.

Logan doesn't know how they hurt me. He doesn't know about the screams they ignored. He doesn't know how twisted that town really is.

He just knows people are dying.
He doesn't know he's in love with their killer.

No one suspects a dead girl.
And Logan doesn't suspect the girl in his bed.

They're looking for a monster.
Not a girl who loves red.
Not a girl in love.

I'm a faceless nightmare.

At least until I tell them the story they've pretended never happened.

But in the end, will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together?




BOOK REVIEW :

Nodding, I let him shut my door, and I crank my car. I have two kills to plan, a boyfriend to see and a best friend to un-piss off. 


And not in that order.



I’m just the typical American woman.




I was feeling like a shorter read as I have been reading four hundred and fifty page upwards books.

I saw this one was for #free. It still is at time of this posting. (Click on the #free)

I don’t care how long a book is, because some thick books are filled with so much filler that I can have trouble getting through them. 

This one is only 107 pages. I love a short book that feels long.

Have I read before where the basis for the plot is, the female lead goes on a revenge killing spree of many male characters who took part in her death, or what they thought was her death and she comes back with many surgeries and looking different?

Yes.

But, damn if this wasn’t a good read.

Sure there were parts that I felt were quite set up from an author point. What I mean was the likely hood of coincidence in some things was questionable, but that didn’t deter from it being a book that flowed very well.

The violence is quite clever, because although the author is telling you, more than showing it actually happening in detail, your mind will imagine, and that is where you get the gahhh. She will lead you in with some, but you will take it on in your head.

I am not sure how I feel about not actually being told what fully happened to the female lead in this installment, for her revenge to be so absolute and precise with what she does to each of her kills. We get hints, we get scars, but I wonder if I will find out actually what happened? We get teased with pieces. I think I would have preferred to see or understand in my mind what happened to her in this first book.

I really enjoyed Logan's character and thought him very intelligent and I also felt Lana was intelligent too. But this doesn't stop the heart making you do stupid things that can cause your downfall.

The profiling part of this book was interesting and made me think about watching other people and seeing if I could profile them. How accurate would I be?

I thought this was a very good 100 odd page book. I am keen to read on.

I have read a lot darker, but that is up to the reader and what they think is dark for them.

I really like all the characters.

A tangled web is forming.

A train wreck is inevitable.

I highly recommend.


Tuesday, January 3, 2017

BOOK REVIEW - MISUNDERSTOOD by KATHRYN KELLY - DEATH DWELLERS MC # 2 - ADULT BIKER ROMANCE

By: Kathryn Kelly
Published By: Kathryn Kelly
Released: Available Now
Details : Kindle, 312 Pages

RATING: 4.25 JOHNNIE STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads 

Johnnie 'John-boy' Donovan is the new VP of the Death Dwellers MC. While the club president, his cousin Christopher 'Outlaw' Caldwell, is on his honeymoon, Johnnie is left in charge. With Outlaw's return just a week away, he just wants things to run smoothly and without a hitch. But trouble is brewing for the Death Dwellers and an evil from his past may be back to haunt him.

Kendall Miller is an attorney and the ex-girlfriend to Spoon, the club President of The Torpedoes MC. She's in over way over her head and when her little sister is taken, Kendall needs to do whatever it takes to get the information on the Death Dwellers before it’s too late.

Can Johnnie trust the mysterious red haired woman who showed up naked to his cousin’s bachelor party? Can Kendall rely on the handsome blond biker that made a lasting impression on her mind, body, and heart to help her get her sister back?

Lives will be lost and hearts will be broken in the third book of The Death Dwellers MC series.




BOOK REVIEW :

I am really enjoying this MC series because Kathryn doesn’t pull any punches. She does write hardcore MC stories with men who aren’t playing at being in a club to make it easier on readers emotions.

These guys are gritty.

Johnnie I adored in the first two books, but Kathryn shows us a deeper side to him in Misunderstood.

He’s now VP and stepped up to the plate while Outlaw is away on his honeymoon and he just wants everything to be cool for the time his Prez is away.

It starts off well…but then…

Johnnie will show us he has secrets and a loyalty that will come into question. He has his heart issues he must sort out. Meggie he craves, but she is not his to crave. Kendall landed in his bed, but she is hiding her own secrets. Kendall has her own demons she must survive as well as saving her sister. Kendall f*cks up a fair bit, but she doesn’t mean to.

Kendall and Johnnie hit rocky patches. Can they overcome all the betrayal, violence and shit that goes down?



“Somewhere I read that you’re only destined a certain number of words for certain people who come into your life. Maybe ten to someone you just run across and will never see again. Ten thousand here. One thousand there. Words, Kendall, mean a lot. They can hurt like the sharp edge of a knife. They can make you cry or laugh. They can also empower you. But, maybe, we’re out of words…”


Can Johnnie keep a hold of the reigns and sort out the mess that has come forth while Outlaw is away?

He’s Johnnie... of course he can. Doesn't mean it's gonna be easy.

I really liked Mortician in this installment. He shows us a softer side when it comes to handling Kendall. Bravo Mortician, but in saying that, he’s got the handle, Mortician for a reason.

The one thing I have noticed with the female leads, you either like them or have strong opinions of them in this series. I speak only on behalf of the first 3 books I’ve read, thus far.

What I will say is it is a very addictive series and I enjoy the raw, gritty storytelling.

These boys talk the talk and walk the walk in this genre.


Monday, January 2, 2017

BOOK REVIEW - JAGGED by KRISTEN ASHLEY - COLORADO MOUNTAIN # 5 - ADULT CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE - FOREVER


By: Kristen Ashley
Published By: Forever
Released : Available Now
Details : Kindle, 389 Pages

RATING: 4.5 HAM STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

An old flame rekindled . . .


Zara Cinders always knew Ham Reece was the one, but he wasn't interested in settling down. When she found someone who was, Ham walked out of her life. Three years later, Zara's lost her business, her marriage, and she's barely getting by in a tiny apartment on the wrong side of the tracks. As soon as Ham hears about Zara's plight, he's on her doorstep offering her a lifeline. Now, it will take every ounce of will power she possesses to resist all that he offers.

Ham was always a traveling man, never one to settle down in one town, with one woman, for more time than absolutely necessary. But Ham's faced his own demons, and he's learned a lot. About himself, and about the life he knows he's meant to live. So when he hears that Zara's having a rough time, he wants to be the one to help. In fact, he wants to do more than that for Zara. A lot more. But first, he must prove to Zara that he's a changed man.


BOOK REVIEW :

KA books have gotten me through some tough times this year, giving me that mental escapism where shit gets sorted and HEA is worth the struggle and everybody’s life gets back on track.

I simply had to finish 2016 off with starting Jagged on New Year’s Eve.

Party animal I am.

Reading a KA book there is always so much entertainment for me that I am partying, my way.

I met Reece in For You, The ‘Burg # 1. Handy tip, read this book first before Jagged so you got your February back story down and where Reece aka Ham fits into a part of that book. Then, you shall be good to understand what gets brought up in Jagged.

Zara is a very likable chick who falls on hard times. Ham has been in and out of her life for a long time.

Things are about to change…KA style.

Bring on the alpha, neck grabbing, sexy talking man with a side story of drama along the way.

Ham knows how to take charge and sort shit out, once he had his own shit sorted.



“A man is not what he says, babe. He's what he does.”



Ty Walker is still the guy to beat in this series, from Lady Luck, for me personally.

Another great read from the Colorado Mountain series.



Saturday, December 31, 2016

BOOK REVIEW - FOUR TO SCORE by JANET EVANOVICH - STEPHANIE PLUM # 4 - PAN MACMILLAN - MYSTERY CONTEMPORARY CRIME


By: Janet Evanovich
Published By: Pan Macmillan
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 311 Pages

RATING: 4 SHENANIGAN STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads


Stephanie Plum, Trenton, New Jersey's favorite pistol-packing, condom-carrying bounty hunter, is back - and on the trail of a revenge-seeking waitress who's skipped bail. With the help of 73-year-old Grandma Mazur, ex-hooker Lula, a transvestite musician named Sally Sweet, and the all-too-hospitable, all-too-sexy Joe Morelli, Stephanie might just catch her woman. Then again, with more mishaps than there are exits on the Jersey Turnpike - including murders, firebombs, and Stephanie's arch-rival bounty hunter chasing after the same fugitive - Stephanie better watch her back big-time if she wants to live to crack this case.


BOOK REVIEW:


Shenanigans abound.

Morelli vs Plum slides into some home runs.

Ranger just tickles my lady boner.

Sally Sweet is the new addition…rocker-transvestite.

Lula is… H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.

Put Lula, Grandma Mazur, Sally and Steph on a short road trip to Atlanta and shit will go sideways…inevitable.

Throw in a biaatch from the past and you have another Stephanie Plum installment…well, also a few missing body parts and a murder and cars going KABOOM.

Janet has a way with describing her characters.



If people were cars, Lula would be a big, black ’53 Packard with a high-gloss chrome grill, oversized headlights, and a growl like a junkyard dog. Lots of muscle. Never fit in a compact place.



Ranger was waiting under the canopy. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and black assault pants tucked into black boots. He had a body like Schwarzenegger, dark hair slicked back off his face and a two-hundred-watt smile. He was drop-dead sexy, he was as sane as Batman, and he was a primo bounty hunter.


He was dressed in tight black leather pants held together at the sides with leather lacing that left a strip of pale white flesh from ankle to waist, and a black leather vest that molded around cone-shaped , eat-your-heart-out-Madonna breasts. He was close to seven feet tall in his black platform pumps. He had a large hook nose, red roses tattooed on his biceps and – thank you, Lord – he didn’t had a tongue stud. He was wearing a blond Farrah Fawcett wig, fake eyelashes and glossy maroon lipstick. His nails had been painted to match his lips.



Then put Lula and Sally together and the discussions on female attire and cosmetics.



He was wearing leather sandals, cut-offs that were so short he had a cheek showing, a sleeveless T-shirt top and a two-day beard.

“Not sure you totally got the hang of this woman stuff,” Lula said. “Think maybe you’d do better shaving your ass than worrying about lip gloss.”






“Jesus,” Sally said, “who do you think I am, Thunder the Wonder Horse? My gun wouldn’t fit in my purse.”

“You need to get a smaller gun,” Lula said. “Ruins your lines with that big Glock in your drawers.”


And because Debbie Reynolds passed away yesterday, and after seeing her as Grandma Mazur in the One For The Money movie, which I watched again yesterday, here is a quote.



“Pot roast,” Lula said. “Boy, I like pot roast.” She pulled a chair up and shook out her napkin.

“I always wanted to eat with a Negro,” Grandma said.

“Yeah, well, I always wanted to eat with a boney-assed old white woman,” Lula said. “So I guess this works out good.”

Grandma and Lula did some complicated handshake thing.

“Bitchin’,” Grandma said.



Another fun beach read that has me coming back for more.



R.I.P Debbie and Carrie.




Thursday, December 29, 2016

BLOOD VOW by J.R. WARD - BLACK DAGGER LEGACY # 2 - PIATKUS - ADULT PARANORMAL ROMANCE


By: J.R. Ward

Published By: Piatkus, Hachette
Released : Available Now
Details: Paperback from publisher for honest review, 459 Pages ( Thank You! ) 

RATING: 5 AXE, RHAGE...nawww LASSITER STARS!

A tough vampire warrior in training and a quick-witted aristocrat develop an irresistible attraction and work together to uncover a mystery. The second in a new spin-off paranormal romance series set in the world of the #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood.


Trainees at the Black Dagger Brotherhood' training centre continue to prepare for the fight against the Lessening Society, but fighting is the last thing on Axe's mind. Still plagued with the guilt of his father's death, the brooding loner finds himself battling an unlikely attraction to Peyton's bright, aristocratic cousin, Elise.

Elise feels it too - and when the two are thrown together in unusual circumstances Elise must decide whether she can trust Axe to help her uncover the mystery surrounding her sister's death.

Meanwhile, Mary and Rhage are in the process of adopting Bitty, a young pretrans orphan, until the appearance of a young male claiming to be Bitty's blooded uncle threatens to tear the new family apart.


BOOK REVIEW :

I literally get giddy when I receive a BDB book from the publisher and I have the oh-so-hard task of squirreling myself away to read it.

I worship every word J.R. Ward writes about these Vampire men, these sexy ass lovers who give all for their shellan.

This is the spinoff series, but at the same time I felt oh so comfortable like I was still in the original BDB series.

These books are thick and I virtually start having BDB-withdrawal when I get closer to the end, because I want them to keep going.

That’s how much I love the BDB world.

Rhage and Mary and Bitty share part of this book along with Elise and Axe and the trainees. 

I do love these new characters sliding into the BDB world. Peyton and Novo are becoming more and more faves of mine.

Axe is rawrrrr and I was purring reading his character...he almost appears like he is ready to step into those big shitkickers.

V and the other lads make appearances which is always humma humma and no less as BABU’s.

If we could all be so lucky.

And then there is Lassiter.

Oh…my…God…is he the funny bone in the latter part of The Warden’s BDB series of books. He really is one of the funniest sub characters brought into a long standing series.

He is THE BEST!

I really do want more of him in each book  from now on.

You are gonna so adore him when he pops in and out of this book. He really will tickle your funny bone.

Sometimes I think the BDB lads can be a little hard on the guy.



Vishious put both hands up to his face and rubbed hard. Like in his mnd, he was throwing a beat-down in the angel’s direction, but he knew he couldn’t draw blood in front of the girl -- and the self-control required was killing him.

“You can stay home,” V muttered. “You really can totally f-in’ stay the f home, you f’ed-up mother-f’ing f-twit.”

Lassiter clasped his breastplate, and swooned like Julie Andrews. “Don’t you love it when he can’t swear? Warms the cockles—it’s like watching a drunk on roller skates try to play dodgeball in the dark—"



I do love the banter between the BDB lads and Lassiter, but sometimes I wonder at why they can appear to dislike him so much and be a little mean/hard on him. He’s just hilarious and a bit of a big kid. Totally harmless, but underneath…there is a more serious side to Lassiter you get a little peek at on occasion and there is a lotta heart inside that angel.

I often wonder if the angel is lonely. * looks wistful*



“Hey,” Lassiter said as he opened the way through the vestibule, “will anyone slap a puck around with me to pass the time?”

“No,” everybody including Bitty, shot back.

“But I will slap the f-in’ crap out of something else,” V said under his breath.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me. Gimme a hug. C’mon, you know you wanna…”



All in all, this was another ripper of a read and I am so excited for The Chosen coming in April 2017.

Be still my heart...it's FINALLY Layla and Xcor.

*dances like Elaine from Seinfeld*





Tuesday, December 27, 2016

BOOK REVIEW - TEN THOUSAND SKIES ABOVE YOU by CLAUDIA GRAY - FIREBIRD # 2 - HARPER TEEN - YA SCI-FI ROMANCE

By: Claudia Gray
Published By: Harper Teen
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 426 Pages

RATING: 4.5 PAULS, THEOS & CONLEYS

Ever since she used the Firebird, her parents' invention, to cross into alternate dimensions, Marguerite has caught the attention of enemies who will do anything to force her into helping them dominate the multiverse—even hurting the people she loves. She resists until her boyfriend, Paul, is attacked and his consciousness scattered across multiple dimensions.

Marguerite has no choice but to search for each splinter of Paul’s soul. The hunt sends her racing through a war-torn San Francisco, the criminal underworld of New York City, and a glittering Paris where another Marguerite hides a shocking secret. Each world brings Marguerite one step closer to rescuing Paul. But with each trial she faces, she begins to question the destiny she thought they shared.

The second book in the Firebird trilogy, Ten Thousand Skies Above You features Claudia Gray’s lush, romantic language and smart, exciting action, and will have readers clamoring for the next book.



BOOK REVIEW:

Well, I will say, I LURVED this installment and I totally understood all the Pauls and Theos so much clearer.

I really do love what Claudia did with this book. She really shows the reader in a clever way her vision with the parallel dimensions, being the multiverses.

I liked having Marguerite help the reader with how she saw all the Pauls and Theos and even her own mums and dads and Josies.

Sending us with Marguerite to new and maybe an already visited multiverse *coughRussia*, brought familiarity.

Claudia has done a wonderful job making me love Theo more and I find myself questioning my allegiance to Paul.

WT?

Theo and Paul are so different in their behaviors. Sure they both love Marguerite and she them in separate ways. I think Claudia plays with the reader a little in that respect.

I know it is Paul all the way for Marguerite, because she does reason each of her multiverse Marguerite-emotions out for us.

We learn things about Paul in the erm…real? Universe, because of another multiverse. Which kinda makes me ask the Q, which IS the real VERSE, because technically everybody in each multiverse thinks theirs is.

Oh, I dig too deeply there.

Well done Claudia. I loved the chase, the twists, the Conleys.

The ending.

Whahhh.

Shit just got real.



Thursday, December 15, 2016

BOOK REVIEW - THREE TO GET DEADLY by JANET EVANOVICH - STEPHANIE PLUM # 3 - MYSTERY - CONTEMPORARY CRIME - PENGUIN

By: Janet Evanovich
Published By: St. Martin's Griffin 
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 350 Pages

RATING: 5 HILAROUS LULA STARS

Blurb: Goodreads

A “saintly” old candy store owner is on the lam - and bounty hunter extraordinaire Stephanie Plum is on the case. As the body count rises, Stephanie finds herself dealing with dead drug dealers and slippery fugitives on the chase of her life. And with the help of eccentric friends and family, Steph must see to it that this case doesn't end up being her last....




BOOK REVIEW:

To date this is the BEST Steph Plum book I have read.

Why?

Lula and Stephanie together and their banter. Lula is freakin’ hilarious. She really shined in this book and I would go as far as to say, she stole a lot of the limelight.

I have noted all the pages in my review notebook and written, ‘Lula’ as the keyword and there's a lot of them. I shall share some Lula moments, but firstly an update on Lula’s description.



Lula was a former hooker turned file clerk. She’d just recently embarked on a makeover program that included dyeing her hair blond and then straightening it and recurling it into ringlets. The transformation had her looking like a 230-pound black kick-ass Shirley Temple.



Lula as a sidekick is magic.



“I’ll stake it out good,” Lula said. “I won’t miss a thing.”

I turned the key in the ignition and pulled away from the curb. “What will you do if you see Mo?”

“I’ll snatch the little fucker up by the gonads and squash him into the trunk of my car.”

No! You’re not authorized to apprehend…”



The chemistry between Stephanie and Lula had me in fits of laughter all the way through this book. She is such a gem of a character.



“Remember,” I said to Lula, “I do the talking. And most of all, don’t shoot him.”

“Not unless he starts something.”

“He isn’t going to start something, and even if he does there will be no shooting!

“Hunh,” Lula said. “No pocketbooks, no perfume, no shooting. You got an awful lot of rules, you now that?”



The way Lula approaches looking for a FTA with Stephanie is as funny as hell, which always evolved into so much more with other characters coming into play as they both get deeper into an investigation.



I approached the closed bathroom door with my pepper spray in hand. I flipped the door open and jumped back. The door crashed against the wall and Lula dove behind the couch.

I looked into the empty bathroom, and then looked over at Lula.

Lula picked herself up. “Just testing my reflexes,” Lula said. “Trying out new techniques.”

"Uh-huh.”



Joe and Steph have some awkward chemistry in this installment.



He stood and tugged at my hair. “Be careful driving home.”

He snagged a brown leather bomber jacket off a hook on the wall at the far end of the bar and left.

I stared after him, dumbstruck. He’d tugged my hair. First a chuck on the chin, and now a tug at my hair. This was a definite put-off. It was one thing for me to snub Morelli. It was an entirely different matter for him to snub me. This was not how the game was played.



Now let’s talk Ranger. He tickles my lady bone. He is such a gorgeous, Alpha character who is so good to Stephanie and playful.



“They’re setting an extra plate,” I told Ranger.

There was a moment of silence at the other end.

“You come from a long line of scary women,” Ranger finally said.

Water bubbled up from the boiling potatoes…

My mother stabbed at the potatoes. “The potatoes are done,” she said.

“I have to go,” I told Ranger. “The potatoes are done.”

“What’ll happen if I don’t show up?” Ranger wanted to know.

“Don’t ask.”

“Shit,” Ranger said.




“Boy,” I said when we were out on the street. “Mr. Charm.”

“In sweats, too,” he said. “You should see me work my magic in leather.”



"So why are you really here?" I asked Lula.
Lula's eyes never left Ranger. "I'm here 'cause he's the shit."
"The shit?"
"Yeah, you know...the shit. The king. The cool."
"Do we know anyone else who's the shit?"
"John Travolta. He's the shit, too."
We watched Ranger some, and I could see her point about Ranger being the shit.



Love Steph’s family who are always in the picture. Steph’s dad I am still trying to work out, but the women of the household are so real and warm.



He was staring at Ranger with the sort of dumbfounded confusion you’d expect of a man whose home had just been firebombed for no good reason.

Ranger was in his black mode today. Double gold studs in his ears, form-fitting long-sleeved black T pushed up to his elbows, black-banded diver’s watch at his wrist, black rapper slacks tucked into black combat boots, with enough gold chain around his neck to secure bail for murder one.



“Have some ham,” Grandma said to Ranger, passing him the plate. “Are you a Negro?” she asked.

Ranger didn’t blink an eye. “Cuban.”




The recipe for a Stephanie Plum read is shenanigans abound, mixed with some slow burning sexual tension along the way, FTA’s that need bounty huntering, sidekicks that add so much humor and some gorgeous Alpha men and a quirky family thrown in for good measure.

Oh...and always a bit of gorey description to add extra flavor.

I’m addicted.

I so could have seen this book as a movie. Lula was truly the star and that is okay because this is Stephanie’s long series and she knows how to keep us coming back for more.

Next up…Four To Score.


Tuesday, December 13, 2016

INESCAPABLE by AMY A. BARTOL - THE PREMONITION # 1 - YA PARANORMAL ROMANCE

By: Amy A Bartol
Published By: Amy A Bartol
Released: Available Now
Details: Kindle purchase, 368 Pages

RATING: 4.5 REED & RUSSELL & ZEPHYR STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me–my freshman year of college. I’d been hoping that once I’d arrived on Crestwood’s campus, the nightmare that I’ve been having would go away. It hasn’t.

I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I’m grounded…sane. I look for rational explanations to even the strangest circumstances. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he’s near, I feel an attraction to him–a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you’re thinking…that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would be…if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I’m the worst thing that has ever happened to Crestwood…or him. But get this, for some reason every time I turn around he’s there, barging into my life.

What is the secret that he’s keeping from me? I’m hoping that it’s anything but what I suspect: that he’s not exactly normal…and neither am I. So, maybe Crestwood won’t be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I’ve been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is…inescapable.




BOOK REVIEW:
I really dug this first installment in The Premonition series. The characters and storytelling was of the YA age bracket, but I thought it appealed very much to adults of various ages too.

Several times when reading Inescapable I couldn’t help but wonder if it was ever a Twilight fan fiction.

Maybe…maybe not, but I had really strong fan fiction moments while reading. I have read Sempre by J.M Darhower and I believe it was definitely Twilight fan fiction, but I gotta say I personally never saw it when reading Sempre at all. But, Inescapable I personally felt it was in there quite strongly, but eh, I could be wrong.

Not that it matters. I loved this book and am rather eager to read on.

Reed Wellington I really liked for many reasons. He’s just uber yummy book boyfriend material. Period.


His eyes narrow, “I wanted to destroy you,” he says, and a shiver goes through me, “and I wanted to take you in my arms and love you, and I wanted to tear you apart, and I wanted to crush anything that would harm you, all at the same time.”

“No one wants to be proven wrong more than I do,” Reed says tiredly. “Everything about you calls to me. Your skin begs me to touch it, and when I do it burns me like a drug and I want more. You are like a cut that never heals. I just keep bleeding,” Reed says while he disengages from my embrace.

I also liked Russell. It is so hard to not want him to be with Evie Claremont and on top of that they have a connection to start with.


When I thought I had some future things worked out, I wasn’t quite right and then I got a cool twist which I hadn’t factored in at all.

I love getting those.

I think this has everything for the YA reader and I am so looking forward to more.

Oh and that guy Zephyr…yeah…he’s pretty cool.