Sunday, May 20, 2018

Trickster's Hunt by Carrie Whitethorne & Kel Carpenter

Title: The Trickster's Hunt
Series: Three Tricksters Harem #1
Authors: Carrie Whitethorne & Kel Carpenter 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 18, 2018
Have you ever had a feeling like something bad was going to happen? What about a gut reaction to someone you had never met? You know what I’m talking about. The times where something just doesn’t feel right, so you turn and walk the other way only to find out someone got robbed down the same alley you decided not to turn down.
I get that feeling a lot. I thought it was normal. I didn’t know it was a warning. I didn’t know it was there to keep me alive.
There’s a lot of things I didn’t know, but what I now know…it’s got me scared senseless.
Turns out, the Gods are real.
Destiny is real.
Fate is something that we can’t always control.
And me? I’m just a human caught up in a game of the Gods. Except—I’m not. Not really. I’m someone else entirely, according to the three genies who have sworn to protect me.
From what? Well to explain that, we’re going to have to go way back to Ancient Egypt. A land of monsters and Gods and wars.
Where do I fit in? Smack bang in the middle, by the looks of it.
I managed five lengths of the pool before I lost the ability to breathe and positioned myself on the steps leading down into the water for a rest. That was when he walked in. I’m pretty sure I gawked. I couldn’t help it. Most people would have found it odd that all these fit guys were wandering around, but not me. I was damn grateful for them. He was tall; taller than the other two, broader across the shoulders, and ripped. Not that I was comparing. I make a point of appreciating the male form in most of its varieties. He ignored me, walking around to the deeper end of the pool. I shamelessly watched him pass. The past two days I’d been subject to the torture of two flirting men. The one passing me now, with his honey coloured skin, rippling abs, and short boxed beard, was one too many. His choice of swimwear didn’t help either. Nope. Nothing left to the imagination other than how his blood pressure fared.
There was no one else there, and I was about to go back to my room when a cat sauntered over. I didn’t see where it had come from, but it had a collar and was a grey striped colour. It sat there for ages, staring me out, its tail flicking from side to side. Then it walked around the table a few times. When it came right up and pawed at my leg, I wasn’t sure what to do. “Umm...go on. Shoo.” It didn’t. It kept tapping at my leg. I was going to swipe it away when it jumped up into my lap, purring and pressing its face down the side of the chair next to my hip. I grabbed it and dropped it on the floor next to me. Rather than take the hint, the tenacious little shit leapt effortlessly onto the table, barely avoiding knocking the glass over, and turned to face me as it sat down. It looked pissed off, until it sat its arse down, lifted its leg, and began to clean itself.
Carrie is a mum. An author. A creator of worlds. A dreamer. A friend.
At her childhood home in Yorkshire, Carrie was encouraged to utilize her imagination, to see things for what they could be, and to ask the question “what if?” Her mum introduced her to worlds filled with magic: Barrie, Lewis, Tolkien, Blyton. That magic evolved and continued to inspire her when she discovered Rowling and Sanderson. They all asked the question and explored the possibilities, opening doors to new adventures that would forever change generations to come. 
Even as a child, Carrie preferred creative outlets and writing. But as an adult, Carrie had not yet had that moment of inspiration to begin writing a novel of her own. That all changed one normal morning, on a normal walk to school, when a small boy slipped from the pavement and on to the road. There was no accident. No horror. Just a near miss that later formulated into one question: what if he was able to save himself? Fueled by this question and Carrie’s love of fantasy, European folklore, and mythological creatures, The Riftkeepers emerged. This world answered her question. The series gave birth to characters that took on a life of their own, many telling continued stories in novellas and spinoffs.
When Carrie isn’t writing and annoying her editor with endless typos, she barely sleeps, thinks about her characters, indulges in an unhealthy Facebook addiction, exploring the beauty of the Lake District as her backyard, and contemplating which she loves more: pizza or wine. Definitely wine. Considered to be one of the most boring people she knows, writing her own biography was a definite weakness. Her first draft was rubbish and was picked apart by friends who insisted she was funnier and far more interesting than she gives herself credit. She was no longer allowed to write her own biography, so she provided input.
Carrie now resides in West Cumbria with her husband and two children. They are her inspiration. Her world.
Kel Carpenter is a USA Today Bestselling Author and writer of all things fantasy. She loves reading, watching Netflix original shows, and subjecting her favorite co-author and editor to crazy, harebrained book ideas. Kel currently resides in Atlanta, GA with her boyfriend and three fur-children. When she is not writing or working on completing her senior year of college, she is spending time with her dog, Harley, or teasing her two cats with a laser pointer.
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Saturday, May 19, 2018

*REVIEW* Mastering Her Heart by Lesley Clark


Review from Sassy Southern Girl - Kristina
4 Stars

Lainie is a cardiac nurse that has packed up her life to start over because she felt like somerhing was missing.  Matthew is a cardiologist who is a dominant and finding a woman or submissive to make him happy.  An emergency happens to one of their friends that bring them together and they feel sparks right away.  Matthew finds Lainie attractive not only for her body but her attitude.  Will Lainie being an independent and vanilla woman stop them from being happy or will Matthews past come back to destroy anything they may have together?  Matthew and Lainie is a steamy, outgoing, and funny at times couple that have obstacles.  If yoou like a good BDSM book you will enjoy this one avout the good doctor and nurse.

*REVIEW* Rebel Heart by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward

REVIEW from Sassy Southern Girl - Tina

5 Stars

So I have come to the conclusion that Penelope and Vi named this book Rebel Heart because they absolutely rip yours out of your chest and then proceed to stomp on it. Then they play with it a little bit giving it some good stuff then throwing in a tub of broken glass. Then they pick some of the glass out only to toss it against the wall again. But finally after all the broken and bruised and cut heart they finally put it back together again. Yes that’s what it felt like reading this beautiful heartbreaking perfect book!!! 
 
This book picks up exactly where Rebel Heir stops and I mean exactly where the other stops. And I so love when a book does that. In this book a lot of stuff is thrown at Gia and Rush. Things that would cripple and any relationships. But Gia stayed as strong as could be expected and I loved that they went that way this book. Rush was hit with blow after blow after blow in this book and a lesser man were to crumble. And even though there were some issues between him and Gia he still wanted to take care of her and that just warmed me up. You will need a box of tissuse or two when reading this book! It’s just so tragically beautiful that you will be left sitting in your chair for a good hour trying to get your bearings on where you are because you will have been so consumed by this book that you will not know what to do with yourself. I wish there was a way we could vote with more stars. I so highly recommend this book.


DEMON KING'S DESIRE by J.L. Sheppard

DEMON KING'S DESIRE
Elemental Sisters Series#1
by J.L. Sheppard

The Parts I Remember by A.B. Wood

Title: The Parts I Remember
Author: A.B. Wood
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Release Date: May 18, 2018 Cover Designer: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Having the one you love walk away from you, leaving you to wonder —to assume— that you’ve been used and that you mean nothing to them, is either: *The hardest truth you will ever be forced to endure.
Or *The biggest lie you will ever tell yourself.
The answer, for me, waits on the other end of this incoming call; and I don’t even see it coming.
~ THE PARTS I REMEMBER ~
A. B. Wood 2017 
"I picked up my glass of wine, walked into my bedroom and to the other side of the bed so I could look out of the window. Hoping to clear the euphoric fog from my head. Snow was on its way. I love snow, and I was as excited as a small child waiting for the first flake to fall. As I stood in the window, holding the curtains open with my right arm extended, he was suddenly behind me. His approach had been stealth-like, and by the time I was aware of his return, his arms were wrapped tightly around me, pulling me back against his chest. He pressed his left cheek to my right one; heaven. Feeling his warm breath on my skin, I couldn’t resist turning to face him, his embrace relenting only enough to allow me to turn. Then his mouth was on mine again. I gently pushed free, after only a moment, and motioned my intention to set my glass down on the bedside table. He gently held on to my free hand. As soon as I set it down I returned to him. I gave a gentle push towards the bed as our mouths once again found each other. So much for being good. He followed and holding me in one arm had gently supported my weight until our bodies met the mattress. He allowed himself to land beside me, on his side, and he immediately began to undo my clothing. He started with the button on my jeans, then slowly my zipper. Still providing very passionate kisses, he slid his hand under my panties and began to tenderly yet firmly touch me with only a finger."
A. B. Wood is a sassy southern girl with a love for people, food, music and laughter; and will never turn down a glass of wine or whiskey. Being an only child, raised by a single mom, and a wife and mother of two boys, she has experienced so many “ya can’t make this stuff up” moments in her life, it just made sense to start writing. Her favorite season is college football (GO HOGS) and her happy place is on any beach. When she’s not writing you can find her volunteering at her local high school. In her free time, she enjoys watching movies and historically based television series, reading and traveling. Her motto is, “Don’t miss out on living, ‘cause you’re afraid of dying.”
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