Sunday, 1 March 2015

Protect Her Review.

Title Protect Her
23443913Author: Sophia Kimble
Date Published: October 22nd 2014


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Golden Alexander is trapped in a nightmare. 

Trying to flee her hallucination of a demon, she runs heart first into the brooding alpha male she’s been dreaming about for years, and then her nightmare really begins. 

Kris Pietka is done with women . . . he’s broken. But when he meets Golden, an overwhelming need to protect her tests everything he thought he knew about himself, and the paranormal. 

A bond forged centuries ago thrusts them together as they search for a way to break an ancient Druid curse prophesying their demise. Racing against the clock, they travel from Vermont, to the Carpathian Mountains in Poland, and the Scottish Highlands in search of answers and a way to break the curse. 

But something evil watches—it covets, and time is running out. 

Will fate allow love to prevail against unbeatable odds, or will Golden wake to find it was all a delusion?  




REVIEW: 

I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review.

Sophia Kimble, has written her self a very good story, Im not normally one for Ebooks but I did really enjoy this one.I do normally struggle read Ebooks but not this one, this one I couldnt put down. I read it all in one sitting.   You would never of thought that this was her debut novel because it was so well written.I love the fact that Sophia Kimble hasnt just set off and wrote any old book, she has took the time to do her research and it shows in her flaws writing.  Im a hopeless romantic at heart so I fell in love with the love story between  Golden Alexander and Kris Pietka. love at first sight *sigh* .   Im really looking forward to finding out if Sophis Kimble is going to turn this into a series as there is potential  for a really good one. 





RATING OF 4 LIPS 



Saturday, 28 February 2015

GOODREADS GIVEAWAYS

24675778Superheroes. Undead. 'Nuff said.

The country's premier superhero team is missing. So when a mutant monstrosity goes on the rampage, it's Spitball to the rescue! He's a third-string hero today, determined to be first-string tomorrow. And the Army may be giving him just the chance he needs. Spitball's been invited to undertake a secret mission into America's heartland. What he's about to discover, however, is not a chance at stardom but a horror movie come to life...

Hungry Gods is a fast-paced adventure of costumed superheroes, government conspiracy theories, and flesh-eating zombies. Spandex adventure for adults







24701869Homicide Detective Joseph Berlin’s life is a mess. He’s drinking too much, he dreams of his dead wife, and he’s been off the job for the last three months. After a forced meeting with a police psychologist and a transfer to the Gardens police department, Berlin is tasked with solving the murder of undercover police officer Tim Scott.

But when Special Agent Widmark shows up from the DEA, offering to make a trade with him, Berlin is faced with a difficult decision. Does he give up evidence from the case to answer a question that has plagued his thoughts and nightmares for several months? Or does he perform his duty and push ahead no matter what secrets and lies he may uncover?

Now, with a police chief demanding swift action and a new partner questioning his methods, Berlin tries to fit all the pieces together. If he has any hope of catching the killer, he’ll have to battle his inner demons, navigate through twists and turns, and separate lies from truth. But who do you trust when you can barely trust yourself?

In a city fueled by greed, corruption and deceit, Berlin will come to face face with his greatest fear in this exhilarating first book in the police procedural series, The Gardens





Thursday, 26 February 2015

NEW ORLEANS LOVER BOOKTOUR/GIVEAWAY


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Virtual Book Tour Dates: 2/9/15 – 3/9/15
Genres: Erotica

New Orleans Lover: A Creole Christmas Tale
New Orleans Lover: A Creole Christmas Tale
Goodreads rating: 3.33 (3 ratings)

Blurb:
Mary Jane has given up on men when she reluctantly travels to New Orleans for a weekend getaway with girlfriends. Stubborn and determined to steer clear of trouble, she’s sealed her sensuality under lock and key. Fate intervenes, however, with a chance to rediscover her sexual self. She will encounter three spirits – each one with an erotic test that will compel her to confront deeply held inhibitions and fears. She accepts the challenge and embarks on a decadent, daring, and unforgettable journey into paranormal pleasure.

Excerpt:
“You’re here on a journey,” Driver explained. “You’re not the person you want to be, Mary Jane. You try to pretend you don’t want certain things or don’t need them—and you’d probably be content to fool yourself into thinking that your job and your DVR are enough to make a good life for many more years. But you’re wrong.”
Mary Jane felt her stomach lurch.
“You’ve got a lot more to offer life and life has a lot more to offer you—but you can’t attain your potential unless you open yourself up to real emotions.”
“Oh, really? Like love?” Mary Jane snorted, willing herself to ignore the creeping sense of dread Driver’s words were inspiring. “I tried love once. It lasted six years and gave me heartburn.”
Driver grabbed both of her hands, exasperated. “No. You didn’t try love. You tried marriage. Not always the same thing. You’ve tried to push down the human side of you for so long nobody can get in. And now, no ordinary man is going to be enough to release it.”
“So I’m beyond hope?” Mary Jane asked bitterly.
“Oh no,” Driver reassured her. “But you’re going to need some extra assistance.” In answer to her skeptical glance, he explained, “Sometimes, in order to be human, you need to mix with the not-quite-human.”
“Huh?”
“The storm was no accident, Mary Jane. Your friends won’t get here for hours, because there are other people you need to meet today. Well,” he paused, “not exactly people.”
“Who am I meeting?”
He took a deep breath. “Today, Mary Jane, you will encounter three spirits.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Three spirits? Don’t you mean ghosts?” Her words were more sarcastic than she’d intended.
“No,” Driver replied, a slight grin pulling at the edges of his mouth. “Not all spirits are ghosts, as you’ll find out. But they all have something to teach you, as long as you’re willing to learn.”
Mary Jane’s head grew heavy, Driver’s words too bizarre for her to comprehend. She rubbed her temple and muttered, “And these spirits are going to teach me what? Love?”
“No,” Driver chuckled. “We’re not starting with love. You’re not ready yet. Today’s lesson is about sex.”
“Three spirits are going to teach me about sex?” Mary Jane didn’t bother moderating the sarcasm in her tone this time. The entire conversation was making her dizzy.
“Basically.” Driver moved closer and she found herself fascinated by the droplets of moisture collecting on the muscles of his chest. “It’s hard to embrace life if you squash the very part of you designed for pleasure. You might even say that sex is life. And you need to stop pretending to be dead.”
Now inches away, he tugged at the hem of her sweater, using the fabric to pull her closer. When she didn’t resist, he lifted an eyebrow, as if asking for permission.
She should be outraged, should yank her sweater out of his hot fingers and walk away. Yet she did nothing to stop him and as he continued to stare with a questioning glance, she shrugged. “Do I even have a choice about this journey?”
Driver slid his fingers into the gap between her sweater hem and her jeans, his warm touch a shock against her skin, sending an instant jolt down to her very core. Somewhere, buried beneath a pair of cotton bikinis, the flesh between her thighs tingled.
“Mary Jane, I already told you. Everything is a choice, and you made yours at the airport this morning. The only thing you have to do now is sit back and enjoy the ride.”

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About the Author:
Lush Jones is a Texas writer of erotica, fantasy, and anything in between. She wrote her first racy story at the tender age of 14, although the details were somewhat lacking. Fortunately, her imagination has improved since then. She loves New Orleans, red wine, and men who love ballsy women.

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Win 1 of 3 $20 Amazon gift cards on the New Orleans Lover: A Creole Christmas Book Tour & Giveaway by Lush Jones! Open WW, enter 2/9/15 – 3/9/15.








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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

WAITING ON WEDNESDAY.

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Well here in the uk mothers day is coming up, So my wow is going to be books im hoping to get off the kids/partner as a little treat. 





6319978You’d think headlines like that would have provoked the fine citizens of the Windy City to take up arms against us bloodsucking fiends. Instead, ten months later, we’re enjoying a celebrity status reserved for the Hollywood elite—fending off paparazzi only slightly less dangerous than cross and stake-wielding slayers. Don’t get me wrong, Joe Public isn’t exactly thrilled to be living side-by-side with the undead, but at least they haven’t stormed the castle yet.

But all that will change once they learn about the Raves—mass feeding parties where vampires round up humans like cattle and drink themselves silly. Most civilized vampires frown on this behavior, putting mere mortals at ease with their policy of asking a person’s consent before taking a big gulp of the red stuff. However, that doesn’t make good copy for a first time reporter looking to impress his high society family.

So now my “master,” the centuries old, yet gorgeously well-preserved Ethan Sullivan, wants me to reconnect with my own upper class family and act as liaison between humans and vampires—and keep the more unsavory aspects of our existence out of the media. But someone doesn’t want people and vamps to play nicey-nice—someone with an ancient grudge.




7060582Merit, Chicago’s newest vampire, is learning how to play well with others. Other supernaturals, that is. Shapeshifters from across the country are convening in the Windy City, and as a gesture of peace, Master Vampire Ethan Sullivan has offered their leader a very special bodyguard: Merit. Merit is supposed to protect the Alpha, Gabriel Keene—and to spy for the vamps while she’s at it. Oh, and luckily Ethan’s offering some steamy, one-on-one combat training sessions to help her prepare for the mission.

Merit must accept the assignment, even though she knows that she’ll probably regret it. And she’s not wrong. Someone is gunning for Gabriel Keene, and Merit soon finds herself in the line of fire. She’ll need all the help she can get to track down the would-be assassin, but everywhere she turns, there are rising tensions between supernaturals—not least between her and a certain green-eyed, centuries old master vampire.




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Times are hard for newly minted vampire Merit. Ever since shapeshifters announced their presence to the world, humans have been rallying against supernaturals—and they're camping outside of Cadogan House with protest signs that could turn to pitchforks at any moment. Inside its doors, things between Merit and her Master, green-eyed heartbreaker Ethan Sullivan, are tense. But then the mayor of Chicago calls Merit and Ethan to a clandestine meeting and tells them about a violent vamp attack that has left three women missing. His message is simple: get your House in order. Or else. 

Merit needs to get to the bottom of this crime, but it doesn't help that she can't tell who's on her side. So she secretly calls in a favor from someone who's tall, dark, and part of an underground vamp group that may have some deep intel on the attack. Merit soon finds herself in the heady, dark heart of Chicago's supernatural society—a world full of vampires who seem to be ready to fulfill the protesting human's worst fears, and a place where she'll learn that you can't be a vampire without getting a little blood on your hands.     




This is my wow this week, im really hoping the family listens lol.  

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

TEASER TUESDAY!!



My Teaser this week comes from a book I read a long time ago, its a book series I loved to start with but was unsure by the end. Id be really interested in hearing what you think.




CHOSEN,THE DJINN WARS #1/GIVEAWAY








Paranormal Romance


Date Published: February 4, 2015




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It began as a fever of unknown origin that its victims dubbed “the Heat,” but as it burned through most of the world’s

population, it became known simply as “the Dying.” And for those left behind, the struggle has just begun….
In the aftermath of the Dying, survivor Jessica Monroe is protected and guided by the gentle voice of an invisible being she thinks of as her guardian angel. When she reaches the sanctuary he’s provided for her, however, she realizes that her unseen companion is no angel at all. The destruction of humanity was only the first step in a much larger plan, and now Jessica must struggle to discover her own role in a frightening new world where everything has changed.



Excerpt
Now was the time to say a few words, but nothing seemed to come to mind. I couldn’t even remember the Lord’s Prayer, or more than the first few words of the Twenty-third Psalm. “The Lord is my shepherd,” I began, then shook my head. What came next? The lines were all jumbled together in my head, nonsense syllables that sounded like something straight out of “Jabberwocky.” And what did it matter, anyway? We weren’t a religious family; we went to Christmas Eve services some years and some years not, maybe Easter. I’d gone to Sunday school when I was really little, but my parents hadn’t even bothered with that when Devin came along. For the longest time I stood there under the oak, the sun disappearing altogether, deep dusk falling upon the yard. Then I moved, and the motion-sensor light mounted to the side of the garage flashed on. “I love you all,” I said finally, then set the Waterford vase and the football trophy on top of their grave. After that, I went back inside and shut the door behind me. It seemed to echo in the unnatural stillness of the house, and I realized it was hardly ever this quiet — someone always had the TV on in the background, or there was music playing, or somebody talking on the phone. Now the quiet pounded against my eardrums, and I realized how big a three-bedroom, two-thousand-square-foot house could feel when you were the only one in it. The only one in the world….
The thought whispered through my mind, and I did my best to ignore it. Surely if I were immune, and not just having extremely delayed onset for some reason, that meant other people had to be immune, too. How many? I couldn’t begin to guess. I didn’t know the mortality rate of the disease. Even if 99.9% of the population was dead, that would leave around a thousand people still alive in the greater Albuquerque area, if I was doing my mental math correctly. I turned on the overhead lights in the kitchen, then went through the house, turning on all the lamps. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to do — maybe advertising my presence would do more harm than good. But I couldn’t sit there in the dark, not after everything I’d been through that day. Besides, when I peeked out through the curtains, I saw mine wasn’t the only house on the street that was all lit up. Most likely the others just had their lights on because no one was around to turn them off, but it did make mine seem less conspicuous. “Are you there?” I asked of the darkness. Even a voice that was only a product of my imagination was better than this deep, deep silence, the kind of quiet you should never hear if you lived in a big city. No reply, of course. My gaze shifted to the remote control, still lying where I’d last dropped it on the coffee table. I didn’t quite dare to turn on the television, not after what I’d seen the last time around. I could only imagine how bad it must be by now. But there was still the stereo, and all the CDs my parents wouldn’t get rid of, despite Devin and me telling them all that plastic just took up space and that they should just rip all their music off those CDs and then play it through Apple TV or something. And now I had to be grateful for their stubbornness, because that meant I could get up and choose something to blot out the silence. My father liked country, but old country, like Hank Williams and Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline, and my mother preferred classical. That sounded better to me right then, so I found her favorite, Rachmaninoff’s Second Piano Concerto, and put that on. It actually was better, with the sound of an orchestra and Vladimir Ashkenazy on the piano overriding that awful stillness. Or at least it was better until I realized that no one would ever play that piece live again, that there would be no more symphony orchestras or Arcade Fire concerts or anything, ever again. “Oh, God,” I gasped, pushing myself up from the couch and running into the kitchen, where I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in my face. As if that could begin to help. It was all too big to comprehend, so awful and enormous that I could literally feel the horror of it beginning to sink in, like some  noxious chemical seeping into my skin. And then it was as though strong, invisible arms wrapped around me, bringing with them a soothing warmth. Unseen lips brushed against my hair, and I heard the voice again. Be strong, my love. Be strong for just a while longer.
Just as suddenly, the presence was gone. I held on to the tile of the kitchen counter, feeling the cool surface beneath my
fingertips. In that moment, I truly wondered if I’d lost my mind.
What other explanation could there be?




About the Author










A native of Southern California, Christine Pope has been writing stories ever since she commandeered her family’s Smith-Corona typewriter back in the sixth grade. Her short fiction has appeared in Astonishing Adventures, Luna Station Quarterly, and the journal of dark fiction, Dark Valentine. Two of her short stories have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

Christine Pope writes as the mood takes her, and her work includes paranormal romance, fantasy romance, and science fiction/space opera romance. She blames this on being easily distracted by bright, shiny objects, which could also account for the size of her shoe collection. After spending many years in the magazine publishing industry, she now works as a freelance editor and graphic designer in addition to writing fiction. She fell in love with Sedona, Arizona, while researching the Sedona Files series and now makes her home there, surrounded by the red rocks. No alien sightings, though...not yet, anyway!




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Three ebook copies of Chosen










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Monday, 23 February 2015

ITS MONDAY WHAT ARE YOU READING.





Hosted by Book JourneyIt’s Monday! What Are You Reading is where we share what we read this past week, what we hope to read this week…. and anything in between! This is a great way to plan out your reading week and see what others are currently reading as well… you never know where that next “must read” book will come from!.






Sadly iv not got much reading done over the weekend because of illness, so im still on the same book.
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Seth never expected he would want to settle down with anyone - but that was before Aislinn. She is everything he'd ever dreamed of, and he wants to be with her forever. Forever takes on new meaning, though, when your girlfriend is an immortal faery queen.

Aislinn never expected to rule the very creatures who'd always terrified her - but that was before Keenan. He stole her mortality to make her a monarch, and now she faces challenges and enticements beyond any she'd ever imagined.


In Melissa Marr's third mesmerizing tale of Faerie, Seth and Aislinn struggle to stay true to themselves and each other in a milieu of shadowy rules and shifting allegiances, where old friends become new enemies and one wrong move could plunge the Earth into chaos




What im going to read next



24918613For fans of vampire and time travel novels and the Kiss Across Time series.


Time travel is not for the weak of heart.


Alexander Karim, long-time friend of Brody, Veris and Taylor, has been questioning everything; his purpose in life and his identity as a vampire and a doctor. Even his long time pursuit of the lovely but reluctant police lieutenant Sydney Stevens is on shaky ground.


Life tosses him a curve ball when Alex learns that Brody’s trial lawyer, Rayner De Leon, the youngest appeal court judge in the state, is attracted to Alex. Rayner is a vampire, Rafael, who has known Brody and Veris since the fifth century. Alex warily allows Rafael to seduce him, and the affair has surprising results for both of them.


But then a deliberate hit and run tosses Sydney back into Alex’s life and this time, her defenses are down and she is vulnerable. But there are unanswered questions surrounding Sydney. Who tried to kill her? And why is she insisting that Alex was there, when he doesn’t remember it that way?


When a kiss sends Alex and Sydney back to Alex’s beloved desert, and he realizes that Taylor is not the only one who can time travel, the questions pile up like gunpowder. The flint that strikes the spark is Sydney’s past, which is exposed when Rafael reaches through time and uncovers her dangerous secret.


The explosion that follows is both deadly and tragic, reaching out to touch everyone’s lives.


Warning: This time travel menage romance features two super-hot alpha vampire heroes, multiple sex scenes, including anal sex, MM sexual play, and MMF sex. Do not read this book if frank sexual language and sex scenes offend you.
The time-space continuum was restored to order at the end of this book. Promise.


This is the fourth book in the Kiss Across Time paranormal series:
Kiss Across Time 1: Kiss Across Time
Kiss Across Time 2: Kiss Across Swords
Time Kissed Moments 2.1: Missing*
Kiss Across Time 3: Kiss Across Chains
Kiss Across Time 4: Kiss Across Deserts