Tuesday, July 28, 2015

BOOK BLITZ & GIVEAWAY - EVERY LAST BREATH by JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT - THE DARK ELEMENTS # 3 - HARLEQUIN TEEN


The Epic Finale in Jennifer L. Armentrout’s

Dark Elements Series...Who Will She Choose?

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Every choice has consequences—but seventeen-year-old Layla faces tougher choices than most. Light or darkness. Wickedly sexy demon prince Roth, or Zayne, the gorgeous, protective Warden she never thought could be hers. Hardest of all, Layla has to decide which side of herself to trust.

Don't miss the conclusion to this stunning Young Adult Paranormal series filled with danger and romance published by HarlequinTEEN.

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EVERY LAST BREATH Synopsis:

Some loves will last ‘til your dying breath

Every choice has consequences—but seventeen-year-old Layla faces tougher choices than most. Light or darkness. Wickedly sexy demon prince Roth, or Zayne, the gorgeous, protective Warden she never thought could be hers. Hardest of all, Layla has to decide which side of herself to trust.

Layla has a new problem, too. A Lilin—the deadliest of demons—has been unleashed, wreaking havoc on those around her…including her best friend. To keep Sam from a fate much, much worse than death, Layla must strike a deal with the enemy while saving her city—and her race—from destruction.

Torn between two worlds and two different boys, Layla has no certainties, least of all survival, especially when an old bargain comes back to haunt them all. But sometimes, when secrets are everywhere and the truth seems unknowable, you have to listen to your heart, pick a side—and then fight like hell…

“Armentrout is a major talent…I just can’t stop reading!”
--New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter

“Armentrout works her magic with swoon-worthy guys and a twist you never see coming.”

--#1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines on White Hot Kiss



EVERY LAST BREATH
 Excerpt 

Roth cleared his throat. “Shortie, look…look at your hand.”
Look at my hand? Why in the world would he be asking me to do that in the midst of all the cray?
“Do it,” he said quietly and too gently.
The dread exploded in my gut like buckshot, and my gaze dropped to my left hand. I expected to see the weird marbling of black and gray, a mixture of the demon and Warden that existed inside of me and a combination I’d become almost familiar with by now. My nails had lengthened and sharpened, and I could tell they were hard enough to cut through steel, as hard as my skin, but my skin…it was still pink. Really pink.
“What the…?” My gaze traveled to my other hand. It was the same. Just pink. My wings twitched, reminding me that I had shifted.
Zayne swallowed. “Your…your wings…”
“What about my wings?” I almost screeched, reaching be‑ hind me. “Are they broken? Did they not come out—” The tips of my fingers came into contact with something as soft as silk. My hand jerked back. “What…”
Stacey’s watery eyes had doubled in size. “Um, Layla, there’s a mirror above the fireplace. I think you need to look in it.”
I met Roth’s gaze for a second before I spun around and all but ran to the fireplace I was sure Stacey’s mom had never used. Clutching the white mantel, I stared at my reflection.
I looked normal, like I did before I shifted…like I was going to class or something. My eyes were the palest shade of gray, a watered-down blue. My hair was so blond it was almost white, and a mess of waves that went in every direction like usual. I looked like a colorless china doll, which was nothing new, except for the two fangs jutting out of my mouth. I wouldn’t show them off at school, but that wasn’t what caught my attention and held it.
It was my wings.
They were large, not as massive as Zayne’s or Roth’s, and normally they were almost leathery in texture, but now they were black…black and feathered. Like legit feathered. That soft, silky thing I’d felt? It had been tiny feathers.
Feathers.
“Oh my God,” I whispered at my reflection. “I have feathers.”
“Those are definitely feathered wings,” Roth commented.
I whipped around, knocking over a lamp with my feathered right wing. “I have feathers on my wings!”
Roth cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, you do.”
He was absolutely no help, so I turned to Zayne. “Why do I have feathers on my wings?”
Zayne shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, Layla. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Liar,” hissed Roth, shooting him a dark look. “You’ve seen that before. So have I.”

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“Armentrout works her magic with swoon-worthy guys and a twist you never see coming.”
--#1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines on White Hot Kiss


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BITTER SWEET LOVE

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About Jennifer L. Armentrout:

# 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA.

She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.


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Sunday, July 26, 2015

BOOK REVIEW - RUIN & RULE by PEPPER WINTERS - PURE CORRUPTION MC # 1 - HACHETTE - BIKER ROMANCE CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

By: Pepper Winters
Published By: Hachette
Released: Available Now
Details : Paperback from publisher for honest review, 436 Pages

RATING: 5 BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

"We met in a nightmare. The in-between world where time had no power over reason. We fell in love. We fell hard. 
But then we woke up. And it was over . . ."





RUIN & RULE

She is a woman divided. Her past, present, and future are as twisted as the lies she's lived for the past eight years. Desperate to get the truth, she must turn to the one man who may also be her greatest enemy . . .

He is the president of Pure Corruption MC. A heartless biker and retribution-deliverer. He accepts no rules, obeys no one, and lives only to reap revenge on those who wronged him. And now he has stolen her, body and soul.

Can a woman plagued by mystery fall in love with the man who refuses to face the truth? And can a man drenched in darkness forgo his quest for vengeance-and finally find redemption?



BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

My life—past, present, and future—lost all purpose
 the second I stared into his soul.


Yes!

Yes!

YES!

On so many levels.

The thing with Pepper is she is brave and clever with her writing.

She writes characters that are NOT going to do the normal reaction to a situation. This is why she stands apart.

The female lead will behave differently to the majority of ladies in her same position.

Pepper WILL take you on an escapism.

She will go against the grain.

This is why I always pick up a Pepper read.

She does things to her characters where sometimes I am going GOOD LAWD!! But I keep coming back for more.

I must have a dark side in me that lives vicariously through Pepper and other dark romance writers.

She wrote this book with the most beautiful poetic lines. Sometimes I just had to reread them out loud to my husband.

This is an MC book but there was such beauty in her writing.

Night sky. Moonshine. Stars above.

Anchors of a world I knew, but no recognition of the dark shrouded industrial estate where blood gleamed silver-black and corpses clotted the field.



Recognition flickered, love smoldered, and a heartbreaking sorrow only those who have loved and lost can know etched his eyes.


His bloody and bruised hand opened and closed by his thighs, violence wisping around him like an aura.



However, I’d woken up in hell with no reflex fear of the devil.


I have a gazillion quotes marked, I could write so many down, but I will save them for you to read.

You can see the passion Pepper has for writing, she really digs deep inside to weave words together and bring a large novel. I can see how much she lives for writing, from her words.

I could go on about the characters and sure Kill could have given up some of the goss earlier, but this makes for page turning, we want to find out.

We simply need to know.

Oh I just have to give one more quote because my notes and page numbers are lined up begging me to write another down.


He’d captured my wrist and four of us stormed to the garage and its awaiting steeds. Instead of velveteen horses and lances, the knights defending my honor climbed aboard their trusty Triumphs and cocked their guns, ready for battle.


Hell. Yeah!

Miss Pepper, take a bow.

Farken A, top notch reading.

Totally recommend.

Bring on Sin & Suffer.


Michelle


26th Jan 2016



Saturday, July 25, 2015

INTRODUCTIONS by C.L. STONE - THE GHOST BIRD # 1 - YA CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

By: C.L. Stone
Published By: Arcato Publishing
Released: Available Now
Details: Kindle, 280 Pages

RATING: 3.5 STARS

Blurb: Goodreads

With an agoraphobic mother and a barely-there father, Sang abhors the isolation keeping her in the shadows. The only thing Sang craves is a fresh start and to be accepted as ordinary by her peers, because for her being different meant being cast out alone.

When her family moves to a new school district, Sang infiltrates a group of boys nearly perfect in every way. Grateful for an influence outside of her parents’ negativity, she quickly bonds with the boys, hoping to blend in and learn from them what it means to have a natural relationship with friends.

Only the boys have secrets of their own and they’ll do anything to keep her safe from the knowledge of the mysterious Academy that they've sworn allegiance to. Bit by bit, Sang discovers that her friends are far from the normalcy she expected. Will her loyalty change when she's forced to remain in the dark, or will she accept that she's traded one house of secrets for another?

Meet Kota, Victor, Silas, Nathan, Gabriel, Luke and North in a story about differences and loyalty, truth and mystery, friendships and heart-throbbing intimacy.

The Academy, ever vigilant.


BOOK REVIEW by Michelle

I am going to admit that I had to sit and think about this review for a couple days.

I have had this free on Amazon for quite some time and I have also bought some of the other books in this series.

Where to begin?

Ok, I think this is one YA book where I am left a bit all over the place how I feel about it.

There is good and bad for me personally and this is just my personal thoughts, but in saying that I am rather addicted to read more.

Hence...why I am feeling a bit all over the place.

There are seven lads, they are all introduced one by one in this book, aptly titled, Introductions.

There is not much else.

These lads are all yummy. Gabriel, I am still trying to work out. He just made me laugh with what he wanted to do with Sang.

Gabriel was about Victor's height though a little slimmer in the hips. His hair hung long around his chin but brushed back away from his face. Two locks of hair, one tucked behind each ear, were colored a lighter shade of blond. The rest of his hair was a rich brown. His eyes were crystal-like, bright blue, excited and wild. He had a couple rings on each of his hands and stud earrings in each ear, his right ear had three more rings going up along the top. He wore jeans and a neon green tank shirt which showed off lean, but defined biceps.


"And what do you call this look? Wet shag?" His fingers fell over my hair, lightly tugging at the knots.

Victor toed at Gabriel's back to poke at him. "Leave her alone."

"Hey, I'm fixing it." He smoothed out my hair at the tips, starting with combing out the ends. "I'm going to detangle it, but we're going to wash it out and then dry it."


Gabriel patted my now smoothed strands of hair. Soft curls fell around my shoulders, still wet but now brushed. "Your color is amazing," he said." How is it so many different colors?"


..."Let's go wash it. I want to blow dry it and see how it looks."


Anyhoo, I tangent.

The actual story is quite simply written. There isn’t any great depth to it and it feels kinda like, seven dwarves ( although they are far from dwarves ), a princess, a wicked mum, a rather out of the picture dad and this really weird reverse harem.

I only just learned what a reverse harem aka RH was.

These lads are kind of weirdly and sorta intimately all over Sang, but they have only just met her, one by one, one after the other.

Silas was on my right, his arm behind me against the back of the couch. North and Kota were on the floor in front of us. We were watching the roadrunner and the coyote battling it out. I had taken my sandals off and put them by the door. I felt North's hand on my foot. He traced the edge of my small toe. At least I think he was. He was stone still otherwise. I wasn't sure what to do. As it was Silas's arm warmed my shoulders. I couldn't calm myself down enough to focus on cartoons.

I'm trying to work them out, as they can be toon watchers and then all Ninja, then hair washing and all in touch with their new friend feelings.

Mum’s character feels very forced. That is the best way I can describe her. I was like Wt... is your problem? I wasn't quite sure of what her problem was. It just seemed to be there, serving a purpose for the story.

Onto the lads.

Kota, aka Dakota, Victor, Silas, Nathan, Gabriel, Luke ( reminds me of the early days Travis Fimmel) and North ( twin to Luke) are all buff, gorgeous lads.

I can only assume they are all around seventeen years old.

Then we get Dr. Green and Mr Blackbourne.




Now to give you a better picture of these lads, visually, I have copied ( sharing is caring) another reviewer’s casting to help you see these lads, better.

Here is link to said reviewers , review, just so I am crediting where credit is due. 

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1235211261?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1 

Nathan smoothly touched the bottom with a palm. His shirt and shoes were off. When his head and chest rose out of the water, I was in awe of the muscles that were defined in his body. Unlike Silas whose bulk of muscle was smooth, Nathan was a precision machine. The ripples of muscles along his abdomen fit together like a living puzzle.

On Goodreads the whole series rates very well and I can see I am in the minority. I would put it down to being very well read over many genres and age brackets and expecting more from a YA read and its characters. I may well get that in the next book and so forth, but this is how I felt about the first book.

So, it is kind of me and how I am personally feeling as the majority are 4 and 5 star ratings, which is awesome. I'm very happy that so many other readers got so much out of this book.

I think what made me all weirded out is all the lads act quite personally towards Sang and she is a bit of a naive bunny, due to reasons, and having seven lads quite into you straight up is...well...kinda weird. No build up. Insta friends.

I was going to take another bite of my sandwich when Gabriel reached over and took my wrist. He looked right at me, never wavering his gaze and then brought the sandwich to his face, with me holding it still, and took a small bite.


But from a younger reader’s perspective, that would be one heck of a nice feeling to have. These lads are all easy on the eye and simply took to her like a fish to water, taking bites from her sandwich, doing her hair, buying her a phone, looking after, spending the night...

BAM! Sang is our friend and that is that. I think that is what I was looking for...build up. 

I am so intrigued to read more because naturally there is much more to tell.

I won’t say what little more I learned in the last few percent of the read, but I will be definitely reading more.

I feel addicted to know more.

And why couldn't I stop thinking about how affectionately they had touched me? Or the way their eyes looked at me? Over and over again, I saw Luke's happiness as he daydreamed about the diner in the chapel, and North's smile after the ride on his bike. I thought of Victor's purchase of Winter, and Silas holding me to his body, of Gabriel doing my hair, Nathan's shirt, and Kota's hands as he held mine.

Yup! Every young girls dream to have seven guys so into her.  

I need to know more!

Note to self; Hubs needs to be pulling a few of these moves. Hair washing and blow drying sounds kinda nice. Dudes gotta lift his game, Sang has seven of them all over her.

SEVEN!!!!


Michelle



Wednesday, July 22, 2015

BOOK REVIEW - WICKED by JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT - A WICKED SAGA # 1 - NA PARANORMAL ROMANCE

By: Jennifer L. Armentrout
Published By: Jennifer L. Armentrout
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 372 Pages

RATING: 5 REN  & TINK STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans.

Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart.

Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants… she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her.

But as Ivy grows closer to Ren, she realizes she’s not the only one carrying secrets that could shatter the frail bond between them. There’s something he’s not telling her, and one thing is for certain. She’s no longer sure what is more dangerous to her—the ancient beings threatening to take over the town or the man demanding to lay claim to her heart and her soul.


BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:


If you couldn’t be sure you could win the fight with a fae? 

When in doubt, get the fuck out. 


I’m gonna be all gushy gushy over this book.

I.

LOVED.

IT!

I.

LOVED.

REN!

That is all I really need to say...but I will say more.

The setting is New Orleans and Jennifer described it beautifully. I was there.

Ivy Morgan is twenty two years old and whilst this book appears YA...ish at first...ooo mamma the smexy comes into play.

Speaking of smexy.

REN.

Good Lawd I love his character.

Ivy basically falls at his feet and then he just keeps on hanging about. Well, there is also that organization called The Order that they are both working for. 

TINK!

I.

LOVE.

TINK!

I have read an urban fantasy series where there is a faerie who is a guy and quite the awesome side kick, well Tink is hilarious and real good value as far as side kick brownies go.

LOVED HIM!

I started to fire back, but Tink suddenly appeared in the open doorway, and what the? He had one of those skillets just large enough to cook an egg in, and he was holding it over his head like a battle-axe. I was kind of surprised that he could carry the pan, but Tink was buff for a little guy. He had a six-pack –a brownie six-pack. His face was contorted in a silent battle cry as he started into the room.


He has such awesome lines.


The knock came again, and I grabbed Tink by the waist. “Hey!” He shouted, gripping my fingers with his hand. “Careful, Godzilla-sized woman. You’re squishing my insides.”


“You should’ve warned me,” Tink muttered crossly. “I’m the one who had to see his dong swinging around—" 



This book had a bit of JLA sliding in her gal pal authors for sneaky little easter eggs. You will spot a few of them.

I will admit in all honesty I did predict a couple outcomes but I still got that very last BAM moment which I had forgotten about and I got me a surprise, which was cool.

I also wondered if I would get a meaning for the cover art...and yes I did in one sentence.


I’d keep falling underwater when it came to him.

I loved this fae tale of betrayal and...the end is nigh.

Ren I could honestly gush all day about him but I will let you read him for yourself. He is simply gorgeous book boyfriend material.

The guy couldn’t be very much older than me or it was the head full of curly brown hair that made him appear so young. One matching eyebrow arched as I stared into eyes the color of leaves in the spring, a rich almost unnatural green. Cheekbones were broad, jaw strong and cut like it was made of marble, and those lips were impossibly full as they curved into a slow grin on one side, revealing he had a deep dimple in his right cheek.


Tilting my head back, I frowned in confusion. “Huh?”

“You have it pulled up.” Reaching out, he caught the end of a stray curl along my temple. “It’s cute, but when it’s down? Fucking hot.”


Ren’s grin was like dark chocolate, smooth and rich.



Ren’s lips swept over the line of my cheek and his nose brushed mine. “I bet you have the softest pair of lips out there. And I bet you taste sweet -- sweeter than one of those beignets you’ve got me addicted to.” His hand squeezed around the back of my neck. “But you got one hell of a bite—a kick to that sweetness. It’ll be rough getting in there, and you’re going to fight it every step of the way, but it’ll be smooth once I’m there.”



“How would you like it if I just went around and started pulling up your shirt?”

He paused, raising both eyebrows. “I’d fucking love it.”



*sigh*

I gotta say when this book sizzled ...it sizzled like bacon on a hot plate, especially this one scene in particular.

Whahh!

My book boyfriend love is torn while waiting for erm, TORN to be finished and released in 2016.

I.

Can't.

Wait!

Michelle

I really liked this review by Bookish Nook, no spoilers.




Saturday, July 18, 2015

BOOK REVIEW - SIGNIFICANCE by SHELLY CRANE - SIGNIFICANCE #1 - YA PARANORMAL ROMANCE

By: Shelly Crane
Published By: Kiss Me Publications LLC
Released : Available Now
Details: Kindle, 400 Pages

RATING: 4 SWEET STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

By NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling Author, Shelly Crane.

Maggie is a seventeen year old girl who's had a bad year. Her mom left, her dad is depressed, she's graduating, barely, and her boyfriend of almost three years dumped her for a college football scholarship. Lately she thinks life is all about hanging on by a thread and is gripping tight with everything she has.

Then she meets Caleb.

She saves his life and instantly knows there's something about him that's intriguing but she is supposed to be on her way to a date with his cousin. But things change when they touch, sparks ignite. Literally. They imprint with each other and she sees their future life together flash before her eyes. She learns that not only is she his soul mate, and can feel his heartbeat in her chest, but there is a whole other world of people with gifts and abilities that she never knew existed. She herself is experiencing supernatural changes unlike anything she's ever felt before and she needs the touch of his skin to survive. Now, not only has her dad come out of his depression to be a father again, and a pain as well, but Caleb's enemies know he's imprinted and are after Maggie to stop them both from gaining their abilities and take her from him. Can Caleb save her or will they be forced to live without each other after just finding one another?









BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

I’ve been wanting to read this book for ages. I have the first 4 on my Kindle but life just keeps chugging on by and before you know it a series is up to book 5 with book 6 releasing in 2015 and a movie.


*glove clap* Congratulations Shelly Crane!

Ok, so time to part the sea of books and make it happen.

So I did.

This book has soooo many ratings on Goodreads. The whole series does.

I really enjoyed this first instalment.

Nineteen yr old Caleb is the sweetest, most caring character.

He just gushes dream boat boyfriend.

Here is Justin who plays Caleb in the movie. YUMMO!!!

I am an older reader so I felt this was more for the 13,14,15,16 year age bracket in this YA read because Caleb is such a sweet character. He is written very much the good guy.

I will say the first 2/3rds of the book were quite slow, not a great deal happens, but from a younger person reading it they will probably be quite satisfied. Shelly is letting us get used to her world and that of the Virtuoso, or Aces as they are called. The first two thirds were more talking, Caleb and Maggie loving on each other and being all sweet and cute and caring, just real nice stuff with the odd bit of inept kidnapping.

He laughed again and shook his head. “You are the funniest person I’ve ever met.”

“And you’re the sweetest.”

“I’m not that sweet,” he insisted.

“You’re honey bun sweet,” I said with an accent as sweet as syrup.

“Oooh.” He raised his eyebrows in mock seriousness. “That’s like the ultimate compliment.”


“Are you ok now? Really?” he asked sincerely.

“Of course,” I insisted. “I think you could cure just about anything.”

He chuckled bashfully which was so freaking cute.

From then on things really started happening, I visually saw everything Maggie was going through and it was like a movie playing in my head. Go figure. J ( She has the movie coming out in 2015) .

Kyle is a character that felt a little forced to me, because we don’t get to see him trying to ask Maggie out all those times, he just is a bit irritating with his constant petty comments and actions, knowing Caleb and Maggie are imprinted and that stuff can’t be changed. I was like, dude let it go, move on.

I really like Bish. He is a great older brother and there is so much more to learn there with his character. He is in this book only a teeny bit but I like him already.

I think Vic, Caleb’s bestie is gonna be fun too.

Once Kyle gets over his behaviour I think I am gonna like him a lot more too.

Becky, the bestie, and her way with words. Bahaha.

“So he hasn’t tried to play shifty fingers with you yet? Or, ‘oops my hand slipped onto your boob’ or ‘I have no idea why my hand is there, it just had a mind of its own but since it’s there, let’s have a go’?”

Oh and then Caleb pulls out this sweet mind mojo with Maggie.

He tapped his finger over my heart as he’d done once before and it did make me calm down and more than it had before. To make you happy, to do anything and everything with you, to date you, spoil you, love you...marry you. I want to mutualize with you. I want to live with you. I want to marry you and have kids with you. But not today. Not right this second. We have all the time in the world, Maggie. I told you in the very beginning that I’ll let you set the pace and that still stands. I’m ready for anything, whenever you are but I’m not pushing you, ok? I’ve waited this long for you and I’m happy. He kissed my stunned lips softly as I fought to keep my composure and breaths even. I’m happy, just like this, for now.


I think the whole police thing in this book was a bit blase'. I think it would have been better not mentioning the police involvement or pulling out a bit of mind mojo on them.

We all piled in the cars and they went straight to the police station. I gave my brief statement as Peter explained that we were needing to catch a flight. They were perplexed as to how Caleb had found me but Peter could be very persuasive and smooth talking. We were out of there in ten minutes.

Hehehe. When you read the area this is about it kind of made me chuckle a bit...considering.

Speaking of imprinting, I did get a Twilight series vibe from this first installment in several areas. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I might be the only one who felt this. Eh, doesn’t matter, I loved Twilight.

I loved some of the songs mentioned in this book. Relator by Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson, I have not heard of this song. I totally dig it.








I am really looking forward to picking up Accordance next and I would definitely recommend to my nearly thirteen year old to read this book.


Michelle


Tuesday, July 14, 2015

BOOK TRAILER - EVERY LAST BREATH by JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT - THE DARK ELEMENTS # 3 - HARLEQUIN TEEN - YA PARANORMAL ROMANCE


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We are very excited to bring you the trailer for the Epic Finale in Jennifer L. Armentrout's Dark Elements Series, EVERY LAST BREATH! Published by HarlequinTeen, EVERY LAST BREATH is a young adult paranormal filled with romance and danger being released on July 28th, 2015.

Be sure to pre-order your copy today and enter to win some AMAZING Dark Elements prizes!

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EVERY LAST BREATH 
Synopsis:


Some loves will last ‘til your dying breath

Every choice has consequences—but seventeen-year-old Layla faces tougher choices than most. Light or darkness. Wickedly sexy demon prince Roth, or Zayne, the gorgeous, protective Warden she never thought could be hers. Hardest of all, Layla has to decide which side of herself to trust.

Layla has a new problem, too. A Lilin—the deadliest of demons—has been unleashed, wreaking havoc on those around her…including her best friend. To keep Sam from a fate much, much worse than death, Layla must strike a deal with the enemy while saving her city—and her race—from destruction.

Torn between two worlds and two different boys, Layla has no certainties, least of all survival, especially when an old bargain comes back to haunt them all. But sometimes, when secrets are everywhere and the truth seems unknowable, you have to listen to your heart, pick a side—and then fight like hell…


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# 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA.

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

BOOK REVIEW - THE SOWER COMES by MELISSA ESKUE OUSLEY - THE SOLAS BEIR TRILOGY # 3 - YA FANTASY

By: Melissa Eskue Ousley
Published By: Castle Garden Publications
Released: 11th July 2015
Details: Paperback from author for honest review

RATING: 4 YA FANTASY STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

As the new king of a world in turmoil, life for David Corbin is grim, at best.

Abby Brown, the love of his life, has vanished without a trace, and David fears the worst: that she was brutally murdered by the Daughters of Mercy, vicious creatures employed by Tynan Tierney, an evil lord vying for the throne. One of David’s best friends, Jon, has been captured by the Kruorumbrae, Tierney’s army of bogeymen, and David has no idea if he’s still alive, or how to rescue him. The powerful Eastern Oracle has pledged loyalty to Tierney’s cause, and all communication with David and the other three Oracles has ceased. Cai Terenmare is on the brink of war. And, to make matters worse, a new evil has arisen, the mysterious Sower, a monster puppeteered by Tierney himself.

On the bright side, David has his treacherous aunt locked up in his dungeon. Lucia’s not happy that her ex, Tierney, tried to kill her, and she owes David for saving her life. Lucia may have critical information about Tierney’s plans for the Sower, but after all the trouble she’s caused, can David ever trust her again?



BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

I am going to start by saying I think Lucia turned out to be quite the surprise character in this trilogy, without really knowing it at first.
It took me to read this book to see under her layers and what made her tick.

This has been a wonderful YA fantasy trilogy to read. You can see how much Melissa loves writing in this genre.

The cover art has always been a stand out for me.

We join Abby and David, who for me has done a complete one eighty, he was the motorbike guy in Sign Of The Throne and he became King material in The Sower Comes.

Jon has been a fave of mine and we only see him for a small part of this book but he is such a valued friend to Abby.

Hedeon is another character I really liked even though he again is not in the book a great deal.

Tierney, now I almost...almost, felt sorry for him in a certain scene. I can see how Lucia had her emotions mislead.

Speaking again of Lucia and that tray scene, when you have no weapon you make do and she certainly knew how to use that tray!

This instalment has a plague that really had me scratching my head how it was going to be stopped. Visually that scene played out quite spectacularly in my mind even though it wasn’t a very long scene.

This has been a great journey I have spent with all these characters and I feel very satisfied how it all turned out.

Well done Melissa. J



Michelle


Friday, July 10, 2015

BOOK REVIEW - BOUND BY FLAMES by JEANIENE FROST - NIGHT PRINCE # 3 - ADULT PARANORMAL ROMANCE - AVON BOOKS


By: Jeaniene Frost
Published By: Avon Books
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 342 Pages

RATING: 4.5 VLAD RAWrrRRrR STARS!

Play with fire, pay the price.


Leila’s years on the carnie circuit were certainly an education. What she didn’t learn: how to be a vampire, or how to be married to the most famous vampire of them all. Adjusting to both has Leila teetering on a knife edge between passion and peril, and now the real danger is about to begin…

Vlad must battle with a centuries-old enemy whose reach stretches across continents and whose strength equals his own. It isn’t like Vlad to feel fear, but he does…for Leila, because his enemy knows she is Vlad’s greatest weakness. As friend and foe alike align against him—and his overprotectiveness drives Leila away—Vlad’s love for his new bride could be the very thing that dooms them both…


BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

I adored the Night Huntress series with Cat and Bones and I simply had to read Vlad’s spin off series, Night Prince.

Bound By Flames showed us there is more to Vlad’s character. He evolved with Leila on a more personal level.

This I enjoyed seeing.

We get some Night Huntress characters involved in this instalment and I simply loved seeing them, especially Cat and Bones.

Marie...ahhh...creepy Marie, Majestic, the voodoo Queen is always a pleasure to read. I see her character played out in my mind so clearly. Well my version of her anyway. The lads always know how to handle her, best her and Vlad is no different, even if they are going in on a wing and a prayer.

Maximus keeps us guessing and some pretty visual scenes played out in my mind. I really liked his involvement and how Jeaniene used Leila and him together.

Whahhh!

Szilagyi is a fine villain, he sure knew how to rock the boat all the time. Vlad needed to be on his toes. Vlad needed somebody good to be able to stand up to him and Szilagyi had the upper hand more times than Vlad.

I liked seeing a more humane side to Vlad, it’s not all you-pissed-me-off-I-am-gonna-impale-you-while-you-think-on-it.

What cracked me up was the Epilogue.

Loved what Jeaniene did there with Vlad’s character.

Another wonderful romp in Jeaniene’s vampire world, I’m looking forward to # 4 because Jeaniene opened up a little somewhere else for the storyline to go and this one could be quite hard to catch. ;)



Michelle


Thursday, July 9, 2015

BOOK REVIEW - FROSTFIRE by AMANDA HOCKING - KANIN CHRONICLES # 1 - YA FANTASY - PAN MACMILLAN

By: Amanda Hocking
Published By: Pan Macmillan
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from publisher for honest review, 321 Pages

RATING: 4 RIDLEY & KONSTANTIN STARS!

Blurb: Goodreads

Bryn Aven is an outcast among the Kanin, the most powerful of the troll tribes.

Set apart by her heritage and her past, Bryn is a tracker who's determined to become a respected part of her world. She has just one goal: become a member of the elite King’s Guard to protect the royal family. She's not going to let anything stand in her way, not even a forbidden romance with her boss Ridley Dresden.

But all her plans for the future are put on hold when Konstantin– a fallen hero she once loved – begins kidnapping changelings. Bryn is sent in to help stop him, but will she lose her heart in the process?


BOOK REVIEW by Michelle:

I have been an Amanda Hocking fan from the word go, when she was self published. I have one of her original Trylle trilogy covers and My Blood Approves, signed.

I have watched Amanda almost be the pioneer for self published authors. I know she wasn’t the first, but she made a HUGE statement with the amount of books she sold by herself and then she was picked up by St Martin’s in US.

She has just kept on writing. And I keep on reading.

I do love seeing a blurb of mine inside quite a few of her books, gives me a little tickle.

Now I am onto her spinoff series that started with Trylle Trilogy and now we have Kanin Chronicles.

I am back in her fantasy world and love seeing Finn pop up. Although I will admit I got a little shock he is settled with two kids, a wife and one on the way, considering the whole he and Wendy issue and the why.

I did love Finn so hard in Trylle trilogy, but Loki was amazing too.

My heart is happy for Finn as it did feel a little lost for him after Ascend.

So we have Bryn in this new spinoff and she is very much like Finn with how she takes her tracker job uber seriously and shiz just doesn’t get in the way.

Ridley the Rektor, is a great character but I feel like I am missing something a little there at the moment. Some connection.

Ridley is essentially Bryn’s boss but he has eyes for Bryn and she has eyes for him, but like Finn, she takes her tracker job very seriously so he’s gotta go get himself some side fluff, who is actually a lovely girl.

Bring the Amanda-Finn-Loki-Wendy conundrum on. Nah, this time it could be easy for me to not have my heart broken...mind you there is also that other conundrum...

“I love it when you talk clean to me, quoting training manuals like sonnets,” Ridley teased, but I found his usual flirtation off-putting since I didn’t know how to respond.

We have what at first impressions is the handsome villain of the story, Konstantin Black.

But...is he?

Now from where I’m sitting there are the usual suspects to take into consideration this early into the trilogy...I know, but I do have me some.

I shall keep them to myself...but something isn’t adding up to me.

I love that Finn’s sister, Ember is part of this series. She is the lesbian character, not that there is anything wrong with that, just sayin.

I did get a nice OMG moment in the latter... latter part of this book and that was awesome.

It was one of those Luke I am your father, moments. Even though there was no Luke or a father...but you know what I mean...we just kinda go ...whahhhhhhh.

Frostfire was a good start to this series. I am missing a little fire in the story but I am on to Ice Kissed next, so we shall see where that takes me.

I adore the cover art, it is so pretty for both US and UK covers. 

The thing is I will always pick up an Amanda Hocking book to read. I have such a love for My Blood Approves, which may never be resolved ( the last book ) and Trylle series.

I do recommend getting a hold of the Trylle series and also My Blood Approves and delving into what started off the whole Amanda Hocking phenomenon.

Michelle


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"We met in a nightmare. The in-between world where time had no power over reason. We fell in love. We fell hard. But then we woke up. And it was over . . ."

RUIN & RULE

She is a woman divided. Her past, present, and future are as twisted as the lies she's lived for the past eight years. Desperate to get the truth, she must turn to the one man who may also be her greatest enemy . . .

He is the president of Pure Corruption MC. A heartless biker and retribution-deliverer. He accepts no rules, obeys no one, and lives only to reap revenge on those who wronged him. And now he has stolen her, body and soul.

Can a woman plagued by mystery fall in love with the man who refuses to face the truth? And can a man drenched in darkness forgo his quest for vengeance-and finally find redemption?

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Prologue

We met in a nightmare.

The in-between world where time had no power over rhyme, reason, or connection. We met. We stared. We knew.

There was no distortion from the outside world. No right or wrong. No confusion or battles from hearts and minds.

Just us. In our silent dreamworld.

That nightmare became our home. Planting ghosts, raising fantasies. Entwined together in our happily skewed reality.

We fell in love. We fell hard.

In those fleeting seconds of our nightmare, we lived an eternity.

But then we woke up.

And it was over.



Chapter One

I always believed life would grant rewards to those most worthy. I was fucking na├»ve. Life doesn’t reward—it ruins. It ruins those most deserving and takes everything. It takes everything all while watching any remaining goodness rot to hate.

Kill


Darkness.

That was my world now. Literally and physically.

The back of my skull hurt from being knocked unconscious. My wrists and shoulders ached from lying on my back with my hands tied behind me.

Nothing was broken—at least it didn’t feel that way—but everything was bruised. The fuzziness receded wisp by wisp, parting the clouds of sleep, trying to shed light on what’d happened. But there was no light. My eyes blinked at the endless darkness from the mask tied around my head. Anxiety twisted my stomach at having such a fundamental gift taken away.

I didn’t move, but mentally catalogued my body from the tips of my toes to the last strand of hair on my head. My jaw and tongue ached from the foul rag stuffed in my mouth and my nose permitted a shallow stream of oxygen to enter—just enough to keep me alive.

Fear tried to claw its way through my mind, but I shoved it away. I deliberately suppressed panic in order to assess my predicament rather than lose myself to terror.

Fear never helps, only hinders.

My senses came back, creeping tentatively, as if afraid whoever had stolen me would notice their return.

Sound: the squeak of brakes, the creak of a vehicle settling from motion to stopping.

Touch: the skin on my right forearm stung, throbbing with a mixture of soreness and sharpness. A burn perhaps?

Smell: dank rotting vegetables and the astringent, pungent scent of fear—but it wasn’t mine. It was theirs.

It wasn’t just me being kidnapped.

My heart flurried, drinking in their terror. It made my breath quicken and legs itch to run. Forcing myself to ignore the outside world, I focused inward. Clutching my inner strength where calmness was a need rather than a luxury.

I refused to lose myself in a fog of tears. Desperation was a curse and I wouldn’t succumb, because I had every intention of being prepared for what might happen next.

I hated the sniffles and stifled sobs of others around me. Their bleak sadness tugged at my heartstrings, making me fight with my own preservation, replacing it with concern for theirs.

Get through this, then worry about them.

I didn’t think this was a simple opportunistic snatch. Whoever had stolen me planned it. The hunch grew stronger as I searched inside for any liquor remnants or the smell of cigarettes.

Had I been at a party? Nightclub?

Nothing.

I hadn’t been stupid or reckless. I think…

No hint or clue as to where I’d been or what I’d been doing when they’d come for me.

I wriggled, trying to move away from the stench. My bound wrists protested, stinging as the rope around them gnawed into my flesh like twine-beasts. My ribs bellowed, along with my head. There was no give in my restraints. I stopped trying to move, preserving my energy.

I tried to swallow.

No saliva.

I tried to speak.

No voice.

I tried to remember what happened.

I tried to remember…

Panic.

Nothing.

I can’t remember.

“Get up, bitch,” a man said. Something jabbed me in the ribs. “Won’t tell you again. Get.”

I froze as my mind hurtled me from present to past.

I’ll miss you so much,” she wailed, hugging me tighter.

“I’m not dying, you know.” I tried to untangle myself, looking over my shoulder at the final call flashing for my flight. I hated being late for anything. Let alone my one chance at escaping and finding out the truth once and for all.

“Call me the moment you get there.”

“Promise.” I drew a cross over my heart—

The memory shattered as my horizontal body suddenly went vertical in one swoop.

Who was that girl? Why did I have no memory of it ever happening?

“I said get up, bitch.” The man breathed hard in my ear, sending a waft of reeking breath over me. The blindfold stole my sight, but it left my nose woefully unprotected.

Unfortunately.

My captor shoved me forward. The ground was steady beneath my feet. The sickness plaiting with my confusion faded, leaving me cold.

My legs stumbled in the direction he wanted me to go. I hated shuffling in the darkness, not knowing where I came from or where I was being herded. There were no sounds of comfort or smothered snickers. This wasn’t a masquerade.

This was real.

This is real.

My heart thudded harder, fear slipping through my defenses. But full-blown terror remained elusive. Slippery like a silver fish, darting on the outskirts of my mind. It was there but fleeting, keeping me clear-headed and strong.

I was grateful for that. Grateful that I maintained what dignity I had left—remaining strong even in the face of the unknown terrors lurking on the other side of my blindfold.

Moans and whimpers of other women grew in decibels as men ordered them to follow the same path I walked. Either death row or salvation, I had no choice but to inch my way forward, leaving my forgotten past behind.

I willed snippets to come back. I begged the puzzlement of my past to slot into place, so I could make sense of this horrible world I’d awoken in.

But my mind was locked to me. A fortress withholding everything I wished to know.

The pushing stopped. So did I.

Big mistake.

“Move.” A cuff to the back of my head sent me wheeling forward. I didn’t stop again. My bare feet traversed…wood?

Bare feet?

Where are my shoes?

The missing knowledge twisted my stomach.

Where did I come from?

How did I end up here?

What’s my name?

It wasn’t the terror of the unknown future that stole my false calmness. It was the fear of losing my very self. They’d stolen everything. My triumphs, my trespasses, my accomplishments and failures.

How could I deal with this new world if I didn’t know what skills I had to stay alive? How could I hope to defeat my enemy when my mind revolted and locked me out?

Who am I?

To have who I was deleted…It was unthinkable.

“Faster, bitch.” Something cold wedged against my spine, pushing me onward. With my hands behind my back, I shuffled faster, negotiating the ground as best I could for dips or trips.

“Step down.” The man grabbed my bound wrists, giving me something to lean against as my toes navigated the small steps before me.

“Again.”

I obeyed.

“Last one.”

I managed the small staircase without falling flat on my face.

My face.

What do I look like?

A loud scraping noise sounded before me. I shied back, bumping against a feminine form. The woman behind me cried out—the first verbal sound of another.

“Move.” The pressure on my lower back came again, and I obeyed. Inching forward until the stuffy air of old vegetables and must was replaced by…copper and metallic…blood?

Why…why is that so familiar?

I gasped as my mind free-fell into another memory.

“I don’t think I can do this.” I darted away, throwing up in the rubbish bin in the classroom. The unique stench of blood curdled my stomach.

“Don’t overthink it. It’s not what you’re doing to the animal to make it bleed. It’s what you’re doing to make it live.” My professor shook his head, waiting for me to swill out my mouth and return white-faced and queasy to the operation in progress.

My heart splintered like a broken piece of glass, reflecting the compassion and responsibility I felt for such an innocent creature. This little puppy that’d been dumped in a plastic bag to die after being shot with BB gun pellets. He’d survive only if I mastered the skills to stem his internal bleeding and embrace the vocation I was called to do.

Inhaling the scent of blood, I let it invade my nostrils, scald my throat, and impregnate my soul. I drank its coppery essence. I drenched myself in the smell of the creature’s life force until it no longer affected me.

Picking up a scalpel, I said, “I’m ready—”

“Holy fuck!” The man guiding me forward suddenly whacked the base of my spine. The hard pain shoved me forward and I tripped.

“Wire—get me fucking reinforcements. He’s started a motherfucking war!”

Wind and body motion swarmed me as men charged from behind. The darkness I lived in suddenly came alive with sound.

Bullets flew, impaling themselves into the metal sides of the vehicle I’d just stepped from. Pings and ricochets echoed in my ear. Curses bellowed; moans of pain threaded like a breeze.

Someone grabbed my arm, swinging me to the side. “Get down!” The inertia of his throw knocked me off balance. With my wrists bound together, I had nothing to grab with, no way to protect myself from falling.

I fell.

My stomach swooped as tumbled off a small platform and smashed against the ground.

Dirt, damp grass, and moldy leaves replaced the stench of blood, cutting through the cloying sharpness of spilled metallic. My mouth opened, gasping in pain. Blades of grass tickled my lips as my cheek stuck to wet mud.

My shoulder screamed with agony, but I ignored the new injury. My mind clung to the unlocked memory. The fleeting recollection of my profession.

I’m a vet.

The sense of homecoming and security that one little snippet brought was priceless. My soul snarled for more, suddenly ravenous for missing information.

I skipped straight from fumbling uncertainty into starvation for more.

Tell me! Show me. Who am I?

I searched inside for more clues. But it was like trying to grab on to an elusive dream, fading faster and faster the harder I chased.

I couldn’t remember anything about medicine or how to heal. All I knew was I’d been trained to embrace the scent of blood. I wasn’t afraid of it. I didn’t faint or suffer sickness at the sight of it pouring from an open wound.

That tiniest knowledge was enough to settle my prickling nerves and focus on the outside world again.

Battle cries. Men screaming. Men growling. The dense thuds of fists on flesh and the horrible deflection of gunshots.

I couldn’t understand. Had I fallen through time and entered an alternate dimension?

Another body landed on top of mine.

I cried out, winded from a sharp poke of an elbow to my ribs.

The figure rolled away, crying softly. Feminine.

Why aren’t I crying?

I once again searched for fear. It wasn’t natural not to be afraid. I’d woken up alone, stolen, and thrown into the middle of a war, yet I wasn’t hyperventilating or panicked.

My calmness was like a drug, oozing over me, muting the sharp starkness of my situation. It was bearable if I embraced courage and the knowledge that I was strong.

My hands balled, grateful for the thought. I didn’t know who I was, but it didn’t matter, because the person who I was in this moment mattered the most.

I had to remain segmented, so I could get through whatever was about to happen. All I had was gut instinct, quiet strength, and rationality. Everything else had been taken.

“Stop fighting, you fucking idiots!”

The loud growl rumbled like an earthquake, hushing the battle in one fell swoop. Whoever had spoken had power.

Immense power. Colossal power.

A shiver darted over my skin.

“What the fuck happened? Have you lost your goddamn lovin’ mind?” a man yelled.

A sound of a short scuffle, then the fresh whiff of tilled dirt graced my nose.

“It’s done. Throw down your weapons and bend a fucking knee.” The same earthquake rumbled. The weight of his command pushed me harder against the damp ground.

“I’m not bending nothing, you asshole. You aren’t my Prez!”

“I am. Have been for the past four years.”

“You’re not. You’re his bitch. Don’t think his power is yours.”

Another fight—muffled fists and kicks. It ended swiftly with a painful groan.

The earthquake voice came again. “Open your eyes and follow the red fucking river. Your chosen—the one you hand-picked to slaughter me and take over the Club—he’s dead. Did you ever stop to think Wallstreet made me Prez for a fucking reason?”

Another moan.

“I’m the chosen one. I’m the one who knows the family secrets, absorbed the legacy, and earned his way into power. You don’t know shit. Nobody does. So bend a fucking knee and respect.”

Another tremor ran down my back.

Silence for a time, apart from the squelch of boots and heavy breathing. Then a barely muttered curse. “You’ll die. One way or another, we won’t put up with a Dagger as a Prez. We’re the Corrupts, goddammit. Having a traitor rule us is a fucking joke.”

“I’m the traitor? The man who obeys your leader? Who guides in his stead? I’m the traitor when you try and rally my brothers in a war?” A heavy thud of a fist connected with flesh. “No…I’m not. You are.”

My mind raced, sucking up noises and forming wild conclusions of what happened before me. Was this World War Three? Was this the apocalypse of the life I couldn’t remember? No matter how I pieced it together, I couldn’t make sense of anything.

The air was thick with anticipation. I didn’t know how many men stood before me. I didn’t know how many corpses littered the ground, or how such violence could be permitted in the world I used to know. But I did know the cease-fire was fragile and any moment it would explode.

A single threat slithered through the grass like a snake. “I’ll kill you, motherfucker. Mark my words. The true Corrupts are just waiting to take you out.”

The gentle foot-thuds of someone large vibrated through the ground. “The Corrupts haven’t existed for four fucking years. The moment I took the seat, it’s been Pure Corruption all the way. And you’re not fucking pure enough for this Club. You’re done.”

I flinched as the sulfuric boom of a gun ripped through the stagnant air.

A crash as a body fell lifeless to the grass. A soft puff of a soul escaping.

Murder.

Murder was committed right before me.

The inherent need to nurture and heal—the part of me that was as steadfast as the beat of my heart—wept with regret.

Death was something I’d fought against on a daily basis, but now I was weaponless.

I hated that a life had been stolen right before me. That I hadn’t been able to stop it.

I’m a witness.

And yet, I’d witnessed nothing.

I’d been privy to a battle but seen nothing. Knew no one. I would never be able to tell who shot whom, or who was right and who was wrong.

My hands shook, even though I managed to stay eerily calm. Am I in shock? And if I was, how did I cure myself?

The woman beside me curled into a ball, her knees digging into my side. My first reaction was to repel away from the touch. I didn’t know who was friend or foe. But a second reaction came quickly; the urge to share my calmness—to let her know that no matter what happened, she wasn’t alone. We faced the same future—no matter how grim.

Voices cascaded over us, whispers mainly, quickly spoken orders. Every sound was heightened. Being robbed of sight made my body seek other ways in which to find clues.

“Get rid of the bodies before daybreak.”

“We’ll go back and make sure we’re still covered.”

“Send out the word. It’s over. The Prez won—no anarchy today.”

Each voice was distinct but my ears twitched only for one: the earthquake rumble that set my skin quivering like quicksand.

He hadn’t spoken since he’d condemned someone to death and pulled the trigger. Every second of not hearing him made my heart trip faster. I wasn’t afraid. I should be. I should be immobile with fear. But he invoked something in me—something primal. Just like I knew I was female and a vet, I knew his voice meant something. Every inch of me tensed, waiting for him to speak. It was wrong to crave the voice of a killer, but it was the only thing I wanted.

Needed.

I need to know who he is.

Wet mud sucked loudly against boots as they came closer.

The woman whimpered, but I angled my chin toward the sound, wishing my eyes were uncovered.

I wanted to see. I wanted to witness the carnage before me. Because it was carnage. The stench of death confirmed it. It was morbid to want to see such destruction, but without my sight all of this seemed like a terrible nightmare. Nothing was grounded—completely nonsensical and far too strange.

I needed proof that this was real.

I needed concrete evidence that I wasn’t mad. That my body was intact, even if my mind was not.

I sucked in a breath as warm fingers touched my cheek, angling my face upward and out of the mud. Strong hands caressed the back of my skull, fumbling with my blindfold.

The anticipation of finally getting my wish to see made me stay still and cooperative in his hold.

I didn’t say a word or move. I just waited. And breathed. And listened.

The man’s breath was heavy and low, interspersed with a quick catch of pain. His fingers were swift and sure, but unable to hide the small fumble of agony.

He’s hurt.

The pressure of the blindfold suddenly released, trading opaque darkness for a new kind of gloom.

Night sky. Moonshine. Stars above.

Anchors of a world I knew, but no recognition of the dark-shrouded industrial estate where blood gleamed silver-black and corpses dotted the field.

I’m alive.

I can see.

The joy at having my eyes freed came and went as blazing as a comet.

Then my life ended as our gazes connected.

Green to green.

I have green eyes.

Down and down I spiraled, deeper and deeper into his clutches.

My life—past, present, and future—lost all purpose the second I stared into his soul.

The fear I’d been missing slammed into my heart.

I quivered. I quaked.

Something howled deep inside with age-old knowledge.

Every part of me arched toward him, then shied away in terror.

Him.

A nightmare come to life.

A nightmare I wanted to live.

If life was a tapestry, already threaded and steadfast, then he was the scissors that cut me free. He tore me out, stole me away, changed the whole prophecy of who I was meant to be.

Jaw-length dark hair, tangled and sweaty, framed a square jaw, straight nose, and full lips. His five-o’clock stubble held remnants of war, streaked with dirt and blood. But it was his eyes that shot a quivering arrow into my heart, spreading his emerald anger.

He froze, his body curving toward mine. Blistering hope flickered across his features. His mouth fell open and love so achingly deep glowed in his gaze. “What—” A leg gave out, making him kneel beside me. His hands shook as he cupped my face, his fingers digging painfully into my cheekbones. “It’s not—”

My heart raced. Yes.

“You know me,” I breathed.

The moment my voice webbed around us, storm clouds rolled over the sunshine in his face, blackening the hope and replacing it with pure hatred.

He changed from watching me like I was his angel to glowering as if I were a despicable devil.

I shivered at the change—at the iciness and hardness. He breathed hard, his chest rising and falling. His lips parted, a rumbling command falling from his mouth to my ears. “Stand up. You’re mine now.”

When I didn’t move, his hand landed on my side. His touch was blocked by clothing but I felt it everywhere. He stroked my soul, tickled my heart, and caressed every cell with fingers that despised me.

I couldn’t suck in a proper breath.

With a vicious push, he rolled me over, and with a sharp blade sliced my bindings. With effortless power, so thrilling and terrifying, he hauled me to my feet.

I didn’t sway. I didn’t cry. Only pulled the disgusting gag from my mouth and stared in silence.

I stared up, up, up into his bright green eyes, understanding something I shouldn’t understand.

This was him.

My nightmare.



About the Author:





Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.



Her Dark Erotica books include:

Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)

Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)



Her Grey Romance books include:

Destroyed

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