Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Fire Above Cover Reveal

Date Published: April 13, 2015

I love her so much, I'd risk anything.
She and I don't have names. We're just slaves, after all. But our hearts don't care, and we're lucky, we have a chance at a scrap of happiness in our terrible lives. My father is the Queen's pet.
But when my love discovers the lords' newest atrocity, she lashes out, does the unthinkable, and attacks one of them. Her courage is heroic, but now they have stuffed her in prison, getting ready to slaughter her.
 With nothing to lose, I dare to dream of a life far from the lords. I fight for our freedom, and escape to the woods with my love. We can do no less than free all of our people in the effort.
Our flight through the woods is only the start of our journey. The lords’ flaming attacks, their deception, the loss of so many of my people—I don't know if I will survive, or if I even want to. But for my love, I will do almost anything, even battle the fire above.

    In that moment of indecision, my love struggled to rise and moaned, “Run, you fool! If you love me, run!” A plan burst into my mind, born of desperate hope. Perhaps it would be enough. I had to try.
    The guards, distracted, turned to look at her.           
    “I'll be back for you,” I swore. I waited until they looked back at me, then turned and ran into the night.
    I could hear them pounding after me. I cut into the woods immediately, slowing down and making a great deal of noise. I looked over my shoulder and could see one clearly after me.
    I ran in a large circle, keeping the guard chasing as close as I dared. When I began to approach the castle again, I sped up to give myself a bit more time. If I could just knock down the guard near her, we might have a chance. But when I came in sight of the castle, I saw two guards standing in front of my love, each firmly grasping his weapon, ready to fight. A third stood behind her, looking into the forest. Looking for me.
    She stood, arms bound behind her, feet shackled together. I stumbled, tears clouding my vision. The crashing from behind me drew closer. I saw her face in the moonlight, beautiful and proud. She thought I’d gotten away. She’d sacrificed herself so I could escape. What would she say if I just threw it all away now?
    So I cut left, trying to gauge how far to go to miss the one chasing me and avoid the two edging forward. The guard chasing me caught up and angled his run to cut off my escape, edge me toward the other guards. Legs burning, lungs gasping, I ran as hard as I could. Exhausted and starving, I was no match for them, fit, fed, and well-rested as they were. But her face gave me strength. And they didn't run like I ran. They didn't know the woods like I did.
    The guard behind me dove, fingers brushing my shoulder. I leaped, grabbing a branch and swinging as the onrushing guard leaped at me. What would have knocked me down just grazed my swinging legs and sent him sprawling. Landing, I cut left close to another tree, and the last guard stumbled over a hidden tree root. I kept to the shadows, using the night to my advantage until I reached the common footpath away from the castle. Running away from the castle, my footfalls loud on the path, I slowed to an easy stride. I looked over my shoulder to see the guards burst from the woods and start running.
    They were still after me. Knowing my love was back there, I almost gave up, let them catch me. At least we would be together for a short while. Then I remembered the bandits. They had fighters,
 maybe they could free us both! Spurred on, I lengthened my stride, knowing the guards could never keep up. I ran like my life depended on it.

C.H. MacLean

            To young C. H. MacLean, books were everything: mind-food, friends, and fun. They gave the shy middle child’s life color and energy. Amazingly, not everyone saw them that way. Seeing a laundry hamper full of books approach her, the librarian scolded C. H. for trying to check them all out. “You'll never read that many before they expire!” C. H. was surprised, having shown great restraint only by keeping a list of books to check out next time. Thoroughly abashed, C. H. waited three whole days after finishing that lot before going back for more.
                With an internal world more vivid than the real one, C. H. was chastised for reading in the library instead of going to class. “Neurotic, needs medical help,” the teacher diagnosed. C. H.'s father, a psychologist, just laughed when he heard. “She's just upset because those books are more challenging than her class.”  C. H. realized making up stories was just as fun as reading, and harder to get caught doing. So for a while, C. H. crafted stories and characters out of wisps and trinkets, with every toy growing an elaborate personality.
But toys were not mature, and stories weren't respectable for a family of doctors. So C. H. grew up and learned to read serious books and study hard, shelving foolish fantasies for serious work.
                Years passed in a black and white blur. Then, unpredictably falling in love all the way to a magical marriage rattled C. H.'s orderly world. A crazy idea slipped in a resulting crack and wouldn't leave. “Write the book you want to read,” it said. “Write? As in, a fantasy novel? But I'm not creative,” C. H. protested. The idea, and C. H.'s spouse, rolled their eyes.
                So one day, C. H. started writing. Just to try it, not that it would go anywhere. Big mistake. Decades of pent-up passion started pouring out, making a mess of an orderly life. It only got worse. Soon, stories popped up everywhere- in dreams, while exercising, or out of spite, in the middle of a work meeting. “But it's not important work,” C. H. pleaded weakly. “They are not food, or friends, or...” But it was too late. C. H. had re-discovered that, like books, life should be fun too. Now, writing is a compulsion, and a calling.
                C. H. lives in a Pacific Northwest forest with five pets, two kids, one spouse, and absolutely no dragons or elves, faeries, or demons… that are willing to be named, at least.

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My Teaser this week comes from a book I read a long time ago . My review can be found  Here  .REVIEW.Im doing an old book to give you all a break from the book im reading right now.


Determined to hide her feelings for Adam from every one Cassie sets her sights on another Club member. The cold blooded Nick with dark eyes and good looks seemed a safe bet. With no interest in anything but cars Cassie hoped to put her attention on Nick to block out her love for Adam. What Cassie didn’t count on was the fire that burned beneath the surface. There was more to Nick than she’d ever expected. Cassie is soon faced with Faye and the secret she holds over her. Faye, determined to lead the Club pushes Cassie to her limits, testing her friendship, her strength and her loyalty.As Cassie navigates her way through her feelings death begins to stalk New Salem as the Club begins to explore one of the Master Tools. The ancient tools used by the original coven hold an enormous amount of power. Deciding what to do with the Master Tools tears the club apart and draws a darker line between Diana and Faye. As Cassie gets caught in the middle, The Club unwittingly unleashes an old evil. Taking on a new face the darkness threatens to destroy the whole town and the coven with it. With the Club divided it’s up to Cassie to find her strength and draw on the power that’s hers alone to lead the coven into the fight of their lives.

I gave this book a rating of 3 lips.

Monday, 2 March 2015


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!

Well this week iv still been reading the same book, but you will all be happy to know im almost finished.


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

IM also stuck for what to read next, do I continue with this series or do I move on to a different one

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Also this week my other half and children have bought me some  books for mothers day and some of them arrived today, im so excited about reading these books.

958100144476226319978  Twice Bitten (Chicagoland Vampires, #3)  9815702

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Protect Her Review.

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


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?  


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. 


Saturday, 28 February 2015


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



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)

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.

“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.”
“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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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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Wednesday, 25 February 2015



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.

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.