44435088I try hard to never stay in one place too long.

Traveling is in my blood. Thankfully, I have billions to burn through.

But there’s something about the Winter Moon Lodge.

Building it has parts of me waking up and forcing me to want more from life.

And my family expects more. Like a wife and kids.

I lied to my meddling mother to get her and the crazy-ass dates she’s setting me up with off my back.

But the joke’s on me. She’s coming to visit, and I have to produce this fiancée—fast.

My new carpenter is a beautiful girl playing a man’s game.

Cute little thing. She’s perfect.

Never in a million years did I expect her to school me the way she has.

She might be willing to pretend for a weekend, but I’m hoping she says yes when I reveal the truth.

I don’t want three days. I want forever.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Chloe is a hometown girl from Tennessee who loves a great short romance, drinking 18685630coffee most of the day, and hanging out with family. When she’s not writing, she can be found playing the piano or surfing Facebook! Having been a reader all her life, she’s hoping that you’ll find yourself lost to time, laughing and falling in love all over again with her books.

FIND HER HERE

 

 

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43596216Sometimes you have to play dirty. So they say.

Rachel

Playing dirty takes on a new meaning when I fall in the mud in front of way too hot Remy Martin and catch him staring at me. Hard.

No matter how hot his kisses are, I don’t need a man. Much less a hotshot firefighter to rescue me. But Remy’s got that whole tall, dark & protective thing going strong.

So strong, I can’t resist.

I’ve got a messy past. The last thing I need is to fall for someone. Certainly not Remy who makes me want to break every rule I wrote for myself.

I never thought a man who calls me sweetheart might be enough to hold my heart hostage. But then, I wasn’t prepared for Remy.

Remy

Rachel Garrett is strong, smart & feisty. She’s also got a stay-away-from-me vibe for the ages.

I’ve got more than enough reasons to avoid romance, but I never could resist a challenge. Rachel doesn’t need me. Or so I think.

The closer I get, the more I want her. The second I see past the surface to the vulnerability underneath, well, that’s it. I don’t care if Rachel doesn’t need me. I need her.

*This is a full-length, standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

9972333USA Today Bestselling Author J. H. Croix lives in a small town in the historical farmlands of Maine with her husband and two spoiled dogs. Croix writes steamy contemporary romance with strong independent women and rugged alpha men who aren’t afraid to show some emotion. Her love for quirky small-towns and the characters that inhabit them shines through in her writing. Take a walk on the wild side of romance with her bestselling novels!

 

 

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I was sent this book as an ARC copy for an honest review. This review may contain a few spoilers so readers beware!

This is the first book of J.H. Croix and the first one in the series that I have read. I didn’t feel like I was missing anything. Each book is a stand alone, but I can’t wait to go back and read the others.

Remy is a drool worthy firefighter. And come on ladies who doesn’t love a good ole Southern Breed firefighter? He is so sweet and such a gentleman and the way he deals with Rachel’s uncertainty is amazing. I love that he knew how to handle certain she feelings she had when they came up and didn’t just manhandle everything.

And speaking of Rachel. She is amazing. Strong, smart, funny, and a klutz. Makes you feel like you could actually be friends with her.

The strong line flowed perfectly and the characters all fit really well together. I also enjoyed how the author touched on domestic violence and how the victims feel like it was their fault and how it is a struggle to get past those feelings. That made me love this book even more.

Its an amazing read! You don’t want to miss out on this one!

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51RrsfTfzoLA second chance with my brother’s best friend. 
A fake arrangement. 
A miracle pregnancy. 
Do you think my luck is finally coming around?! 

Reilly O’Hara’s the biggest, sexiest man I’ve ever known.
He’s a drool-worthy Irish stud, but completely off-limits.
Five years ago, I left town, leaving my dreams of him behind.
But a stroke of bad luck brought me back home and landed him in my bedroom.
That night he stole a kiss and reignited my buried passion…

Turns out Reilly’s carrying a billion-dollar secret.
And he needs a wife by St. Patrick’s Day.
I couldn’t let anyone else play the part.
Safe to say, things got out of hand…
Can you guess who’s the lucky daddy? 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

R.S. Lively is a romance writing duo consisting of Ruth Scott and Lauren Lively. With81gnu1X3tVL._US230_ every page you turn, their passion for books and love of romance jumps out. Their novels are guaranteed to bring you laughter, and light up your day/night. If you’re looking for a beautiful, sexy, funny, and sweet romance… You’ll love their wonderful creations!

 

 

 

 

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I was sent this book as an ARC for an honest review. This review will contain spoilers so readers beware.

I enjoyed this book. The witty banter and the way the characters all flowed together. I especially loved the Irishman mixed with Italian man <3. Reilly is every girls dream. So anyone can see why Gwen fell in love with her brother’s best friend. But that lays the problem because Gwen’s heart has been broken once before already by one of her brothers friends and now Reilly can’t act on his feelings, and its easy when Gwen moves off. car-driving

But what happens if she ever comes back?

The drama, the tears, the love, all of it is worth it in the end. I loved how all the characters flowed together, minus Grayson. His character seemed so out of place, but I get why he might have been needed, he was afterall the one who broke Gwens heart. The storyline flowed really well too, and kept you on your toes wondering what they would do next, if they would still be as blind as bats to what they felt for each other.

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The only issue I had with the book was toward the end. We are told Gwen has a disease and can not have any children and then we have this beautiful, heartfelt moment with her and Reilly that we picture this amazing house filled with all these adopted children and how much love Gwen and Reilly would give them to have it all ripped away from us by somehow Gwen getting pregnant. I mean I am all for happy ever afters,… but really? Life isn’t filled with them. It just seemed a little unbelievable. And it ruined the rest for me. I forced myself to finish, but it wasn’t the same for me.

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All in all though I enjoyed the book. It had just enough drama to keep you hooked without over doing it where you just shake your head and walk away from it. And let’s not forget all the yumminess of the male characters.

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Give it a 4/5 hopefully she writes us a book off of Mills and Anthony (because I definitely ship those 2) and Gwen and Reilly will have some of those adopted babies… I mean a girl can hope right?

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Lady Derring Takes a Lover by Julie Anne Long

ISBN 9780062867469

Avon Books; $7.99

BOOK ON-SALE DATE

2/26/19

A mistress. A mountain of debt. A mysterious wreck of a building.

Delilah Swanpoole, Countess of Derring, learns the hard way that her husband, “Dear 9780062867469Dull Derring,” is a lot more interesting—and perfidious—dead than alive. It’s a devil of an inheritance, but in the grand ruins of the one building Derring left her, are the seeds of her liberation. And she vows never again to place herself at the mercy of a man.

But battle-hardened Captain Tristan Hardy is nothing if not merciless. When the charismatic naval hero tracks a notorious smuggler to a London boarding house known as the Rogue’s Palace, seducing the beautiful, blue-blooded proprietress to get his man seems like a small sacrifice.

They both believe love is a myth. But a desire beyond reason threatens to destroy the armor around their hearts. Now a shattering decision looms: Will Tristan betray his own code of honor…or choose a love that might be the truest thing he’s ever known?

 

AUTHOR BIO

USA Today bestselling author Julie Anne Long originally set out to be a rock star when she grew up (and she has the guitars and fringed clothing stuffed in the back of her closet to prove it), but writing was always her first love. Since hanging up her guitar for JulieAnneLongthe computer keyboard, her books frequently top reader and critic polls and have been nominated for numerous awards, including the Rita, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and The Quills, and reviewers have been known to use words like “dazzling,” “brilliant,” and “impossible to put down” when describing them. Julie lives in Northern California.

 

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A copy of LADY DERRING TAKES A LOVER, for US/Canada

 

EXCERPT

She’d taken two steps when he said, his voice raised only a little, “Lady Derring . . . something puzzles me.”

She halted.

Closed her eyes.

Took a shuddering breath for courage.

Turned back to him. From the relatively safe distance of three feet, she said, “Surely not. We’ve established you know everything.”

His smile was small and patient. “You seem to excel at so very much here at The Grand Palace on the Thames. Yet you can’t seem to disguise how much you want me.”

 

 

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I was sent this book for an honest review. And I have to admit I throughly enjoyed it.

First thing first let me say that I ADORED Angelique, and especially loved the relationship she and Delilah came about having. However a mistress and the wife can make things work is beyond me but I love watching it unfold. They leaned on each other when having to fight the way of the world when they set out to open their own boarding house. It was a beautiful thing! I mean I could skip all the other stuff and just continue to watch that relationship.

But on to Captain Hardy. He is a man used to having control and doing things his way. He vowed to never love and yet that slipped through his fingers when it came to Delilah, who had coxed to never be dependent on a man again. And honestly who could blame her? She become a widow way too early in life to a man who left her nothing but debt and a broken down home (plus his mistress, but her i would take!).

Captain Hardy came to meet Delilah by him wanting to rent a room at the boarding house, but not because he actually needed one, but because he was working a case. He suspects that Delilahs husband was involved with smuggling cigars and he is determined to find the truth.

Honestly the falling in love part was a given, but it really to me it wasn’t has much fun to watch. I can’t wait to read this one again!!

All in all I give is 4 stars! ❤

 

 

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I am so excited that AWAKENED by Stacy R. Collins is available now and that I get to share the news!

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Title: AWAKENED (The Gatekeepers Book 1)
Author: Stacy R. Collins
Pub. Date: February 21, 2019
Publisher: 48fourteen
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 410
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When seventeen-year-old DEVYN CARTER arrives at school, she expects the day to be as boring and mundane as usual, but when she meets the new, hot substitute teacher, and the even hotter transfer student, Devyn’s life transforms into anything but normal.

With these newcomers, also come some harrowing revelations that thrust Devyn into a group of warriors, the Order, dedicated to ridding the world of the monstrous creatures known as Moon Children.

It quickly becomes clear that Devyn’s role in the Order is more than anyone had thought. Pressed into training the skills she never knew she possessed, Devyn finds herself faced with the toughest decision she has ever had to make: leave the Order and return to her life for what little time humanity has left, or give up all she has ever known to assume a role she never chose and risk her life to save the world.

From the author of Grave Little Secrets comes this EPIC new fantasy series that tests limits, explores love, and unveils a world hiding in plain sight. Hold on to your seats!

ABOUT STACY
Stacy has always enjoyed writing stories that are creative and packed with suspense. As a child she would write short stories to share with her friends and teachers. As she got older, she dabbled in poetry and even tried her hand at writing song lyrics, but her passion was for novels.

Her debut novel, Grave Little Secrets, is a suspense filled novel that will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering who is behind all the threats. Who could know the secret that Alex has sworn to take to the grave with her. Grave Little Secrets is scheduled to be released early 2017, so be sure to snag your copy.

Apart from writing, Stacy enjoys spending time with her family. She also loves to read and listen to music. If she’s not running around the yard with her kids, she is curled up on the couch with a book in her hand, getting lost in the magic of the words. Stacy currently resides in a small town in South Carolina with her husband, Richard, her four lovely children, and one fur baby.

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I am so excited that FAE’S CAPTIVE by Lily Archer is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Lily Archer, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC courtesy of Lily and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

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Author: Lily Archer
Pub. Date: February 19, 2019
Publisher: Lily Archer
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 215
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon

My college roommate was the worst. Cecile would steal my food, bring guys over at all hours, and party instead of studying. But those quirks paled in comparison to what she did next. She drugged me, and I woke up imprisoned in an alternate universe full of terrifying creatures. Now, the biggest and scariest creature of all—a fae king—believes I’m his mate. He’s freed me from the dungeon, but keeps me close. So close, in fact, that I’m beginning to like his wintery gaze and ice-chiseled body. But secrets and villains lurk throughout this new world, and I don’t know if I’ll survive long enough to figure out how to get back home.

Book 2 is also available! Grab it now!

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Author: Lily Archer
Pub. Date: February 19, 2019
Publisher: Lily Archer
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 215
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The fae king is growing on me. Every touch, look, and night spent in his arms is slowly melting my resistance. When his feral side takes over, something inside me wants to let go and give him everything. With each passing day, the pull is getting harder to deny. But the road to the winter realm is full of danger, and I need to concentrate on finding my way home, not on the promises of pleasure Leander whispers in my ear at night. Even so, how long can I resist the intoxicating kiss of winter?

Author’s Note: This is book 2 of the Fae’s Captive Series. Be sure to read book 1 first or risk being lost in the woods with a growly fae king.

Exclusive Excerpt!

A smile quirks up one side of his lips, and the goosebumps spread down my back. He’s handsome in a brutish, alien sort of way. But definitely more scary than anything else. Those dark eyes hide traps and barbs, I’m certain of it.

He edges closer and rests the tray next to me.

My stomach growls again, and I can’t take my eyes off the food. But should I eat it?

With a nudge, he pushes the tray even closer. I can smell the sweetness of the fruit and the doughy bread. Food is food, right? But what if it’s poisoned?

He says something, one word. Maybe it’s ‘eat’, since he gestures toward the tray with one of his bear paws.

My stomach makes the decision for me as it complains loudly and a hunger pang shoots through me. I reach for the bread and take a small piece, then put it in my mouth, testing it. Sweeter than the breads I’m used to, it melts on my tongue.

He nods, his dark eyes glinting, and he says the word again. It sounds like “brantath” to me. I form the word as best I can and repeat it back to him. His face lightens, and he tears another piece of bread from the round loaf and gives it to me.

I take it, swallowing it just as fast as the first. “So brantath means eat.” My stomach seems to rumble even more. “Or maybe it means bread?”

When he sits on the bed, I yank the fur up and pull my knees to my chest. The entire mattress shifts under his weight as he leans over and butters a bigger piece of bread and offers it to me.

“Brantath.” He leans closer. The scent from the fur and the shirt I’m wearing is the same one that wafts from him. It’s the promise of a cold winter’s night spent next to a roaring fire.

I take the bread, my fingers gently brushing against his. A low growl in his throat has me pulling back. It stops, but he gives me a predatory look, one that frightens me and sends heat blasting through me at the same time. Something’s wrong with me, but I’m too happy about the food to care.

I devour the bread, the butter creamy and delicious. He rises, the bed groaning with relief as he grabs a pitcher and pours water into a crystal cup, then hands it to me. I sniff it. No smell. But it’s not like I’m an expert poison sniffer or anything. I drink, mainly because I’m parched and don’t know when I’ll get my next chance at food or water.

He watches me swallow it down, then holds his hand out for the empty glass. When I reach out to give it to him, he stills, his eyes narrowing. Ferocious. That’s the only word for the look on his face. I clutch the fur and scoot away from him.

With fluid fury he reaches to the table behind him and draws an enormous silver sword.

A choked sound catches in my throat as he raises it. I’m going to die.

“Please, don’t.” It’s the only words I can get out as he lunges toward me.

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About Lily:

Lily Archer believes in fairies, mermaids, and fierce fae warriors. Armed with nothing more than her imagination and a well-worn MacBook, she intends to slay the darkest beasts of the fantasy worlds and create true love where none seemed possible.

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I am so excited that QUEEN TO ASHES by Mallory McCartney is available now and that I get
to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful
book by Author Mallory McCartney, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10
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chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.
Title: QUEEN TO ASHES (Black Dawn #2)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: January 8, 2019
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Formats: eBook
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“You lived your entire
life feeling like half of you was missing. Fight for the missing part. Fight
for this.”
 

Emory Fae has abandoned everything she thought she knew about her previous life
on Earth. Stepping up to her role as Queen of Kiero she makes a startling
sacrifice- feigning her allegiances to Adair Stratton, the man who murdered her
parents and casted Kiero into ruin. Emory’s memories slowly piece together, and
she soon realizes the Mad King may not be all he seems— and the man who was
once best friend, may be fighting beneath the surface. 
With the King’s
attention on her, can she buy Black Dawn Rebellion enough time to recuperate
their forces? And when the times comes, will she be able to kill Adair, ending
his tyranny and rising herself as the rightful Queen? Fighting to hide her
secret, Emory navigates the brutal trials of the Mad King, trying not to lose
herself in the process. 
Sequel to Black Dawn,
now a bestselling series, the sparks are ignited, as Emory learns the cost of
freedom, and her title. Will the rebels unite in time? A sinister force has
spread across the land, stripping everyone bare- their betrayals, their
secrets, their intentions. But above all, what will their decisions cost? By
refusing to give in to the darkness, will Emory rise as Queen?
Renegade and Black Dawn will be available in the
following #Vancouver area locations : Chapters Burnaby, Indigo Surrey, Chapters
Coquitlam, Indigo West Vancouver, Indigo Granville (2505 Granville St) and
Indigo Robson (1033 Robson St) in December!
Title: RENEGADE (Black
Dawn 0.5)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: July 3, 2018
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 274
Find it: Amazon,
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Goodreads
“The time for Kiero’s reign in prosperity is over.”
Six years before the
Black Dawn Rebellion, Adair Stratton and Emory Fae are following in their
parent’s footsteps and living at The Academy, a home for those who are gifted.
The pressure to uphold the future of their parent’s dream falls on them. An
outcast and feared by most, Adair longs to break away from the expectations
dictating his future. Even if Emory tries to make him see differently. An
unexpected group of friends keep him there, but as whispers of unexplained
disappearances start reaching from the capital, Adair starts to doubt The
Academy is all it seems.
An unexpected visit
ignites new tensions as the roguish king from across the Black Sea, Tadeas
Maher of the Shattered Isles, and his heir, Marquis Maher sail to Kiero.
Notorious for their pirating and wrath- for the first time in years, they
demand the Fae’s listen to their proposition for a new treaty, holding the news
of Nei’s father’s abrupt death over them. Caught in the middle of politics-
Adair and Emory, with the help of their best friends Brokk and Memphis search
for the one thing that matters most- finding out the truth.
In this gripping
prequel to Black Dawn, their world is tipped upside down as unlikely alliances
are made. War ravages through Kiero and is torn apart by acclaimed Kings.
Through the throes of betrayal, lies, hidden magic and love, Adair is faced
with a life changing decision- to fight or to bow to the darkness within him.
Title: BLACK DAWN (Black Dawn #1)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Pages: 352
Formats: Paperback, eBook
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Emory Fae enjoys
leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome
soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked
away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden
world of Kiero, and bringing Emory back she will discover she is the long lost
heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a
dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.
With both men being
darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a power held long
dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things than supernatural humans,
love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King.
Some things are better
left in the shadows.
Exclusive Excerpt!

Chapter One


Adair
The vastness of the sky consumed him. It always had, ever
since  he 
was  young,  but 
tonight  seemed  different. 
The  churning dark clouds cast a purplish
hue, bleeding with the softness created from the moon. The stars shone between
the pockets, obscuring the scene and making it beautiful. Far below him, the
Ruined City laid in its grave, quiet and still, the broken buildings reminding
him of splintered  bones.  The 
wildness  of  the 
forest  beyond  that 
seemed entrancing,  calling  him 
into  its  depths, 
whispering  its  secrets 
to only him.
Adair Stratton tugged his button-down jacket tighter around
him, trying to block the wind from his lookout post. It had taken years 
to build his kingdom to what it was now, but he was relieved for  the 
hidden  lookout  posts 
that  led  outside, 
on  the  edge 
of  the mountain, and, to him, the
edge of the world. Because it was here, and 
only  here,  that 
the  voices  started 
to  ebb,  the 
darkness  in  his veins 
smothering  ever  so 
slightly.  In  this 
brief  and  flickering moment of clarity, his mind
wandered to the girl who was locked in 
the  cells  of 
his  kingdom,  waiting 
for  him.  Emory 
Fae,  the Princess of Kiero.
He  popped  his 
collar  up,  shaking 
his  head  and 
sighing. Under the blanket of night, he could trace back to the man he
used to be, the echo of his humanity. Thinking of her, he could see the
splaying  of  memories 
come  back  to 
life  all  around 
him,  of  his friends, 
of  the  Academy. 
And  it  was 
in  these  sparse 
moments  of lucidity,  he 
allowed  himself  to 
remember.  Relishing  it, 
pushing back  that  yearning 
for  destruction,  pushing 
back  on  the 
voices, trying to lock  them 
away. And like every other night, he lost. The wind howled, making the
edges of his coat and pants tug upward, his hair standing on end from the
sudden chill.
His  boots  kicked 
against  the  slick 
mountainside,  his  heart racing 
as  the  smooth 
voices  filled  his 
consciousness.  Adair, 
this kingdom is yours. Make her bow, make her bleed and pay for what she
has done
.”  He closed his eyes for a
beat, digging his fingernails into his flesh. 
Why  do 
you  wait?  You 
know  what  you 
want.  What  you 
have always  wanted
.”   Images 
were  thrown  at 
him;  so  quick 
and enthralling, it swept his breath away. The inky crown, embedded
with  roses  and 
thorns,  laid  delicately 
on  top  of 
her  ebony  hair. Memphis 
Carter,  the  once 
commander  of  the 
Black  Dawn Rebellion,  bowed, 
pleading  for  his 
life  as  Adair 
smirked.  His darkness  whisked 
away  any  trace 
of  rebellion.  Emory 
was  by  his side as they watched the world continue
to burn, until it was only them. Always, for 
them.
Adair  snarled,  then 
said,  “Leave  me 
alone.  Please.”   Their snickers
bounced around him, their whispers tugging at his heart. “Do  not  falter 
now,  our  Dark 
King.  You  have 
come  so  far, 
achieved  so much. The binds your
father tried to keep you in, you broke. The Academy kept you in, you turned it
to ash. We are a team. We know the desires of your  soul, 
how  you  revel  in  watching 
the  world  shudder 
in  your  reign. You have always been more. A reckoning
force that no one can stop. Can never stop.” 
He became still, his muscles taut. Opening his eyes, his
gaze fell  a  thousand 
miles  away,  to 
where  the  Academy 
had  stood. Where a boy that once
wanted to explore the world and not shackle it had lived. He knew both were
dead now. Ice coursed through his body, spreading through his core faster than
he could register. His pulse 
slowed,  the  roaring 
emotions  he  felt 
slowing  as  well. Darkness  encased 
him,  pulling  him 
down,  down,   down. 
Locking him  away,  roaring, 
snarling,  and  clawing 
at  him.  A 
slow  exhale escaped  from 
between  his  dry 
lips,  and  as 
he  stood,  every movement was precise, a predatory
grace. Flicking his gaze below him 
once  more,  and 
instead  of  the 
dark  beauty  that 
he  was  met with earlier, the world around him was
bleeding. Dark, black blood gushed 
from  the  mountainside, 
thickly  caking  the 
field  and  the Ruined 
City.  Echoes  of 
screams  filled  the 
air,  and  Adair 
was transported, reminded of his bloodshed, of his control and power. “Do not disappoint us, our King.”
The  corners  of  his 
lips  tugged  upward 
as  he  whispered 
to the wind, “I won’t.”
Inside  he  screamed, 
ripping  at  his 
mind,  battering  against the 
iron  wall,  only 
to  be  drowned 
entirely  by  it. 
He  turned smoothly, walking back
into his world, each step anchoring him to his intentions.  Make
them bow and make them pay
. Make  her  pay. 
He didn’t  look  as 
he  stepped  off 
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I am so excited that CURSE OF THE FAE QUEEN by Delia Castel is available now and that I get to share the news!

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About the Book:

Title: CURSE OF THE FAE QUEEN
Author: Delia Castel
Pub. Date: February 14, 2019
Publisher: Delia Castel
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 231
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A Huntress of Faeries. Five cursed Fae Princes. An evil that will destroy the world. 

When Eighteen-year-old Neara saves a villager from the clutches of a deadly faerie, the Fae Queen sends warriors to abduct her dying father in revenge. To gain his freedom, Neara must venture into the Shadowlands and obtain three enchanted objects under the supervision of the bestial Prince Drayce.

As Neara and Prince Drayce grow closer, she discovers the Queen’s scheme to release an ancient evil and enslave the mortal world. To thwart these plans, she must break the curses of five Fae Princes, but the cost of doing so is her Father’s life.

Torn between saving the human realm and saving her father, Neara must navigate this treacherous world and choose between love, liberty and power.

Curse of the Fae Queen is a reverse harem fantasy adventure for fans of A Court of Thrones and Roses and A Song of Ice and Fire!

Excerpt:
Ch1

Wherever there was commotion, there was a faerie.

Wherever there was a faerie, someone was about to die.

I rushed after the crowd of merrymakers toward the tavern’s exit and the source of the commotion. The fresh scent of wildflowers wafted in through the open doors, a welcome respite from sweat and sawdust and sour ale. Someone’s booted foot stepped on the hem of my skirts. I snarled and yanked it free.

A leprechaun darted through the throng, slashing purses and swiping gold pieces. He stuffed his pickings into the openings of his blood-red tunic, eyes gleaming, handsome features twisted. I clutched my basket of burn salves and stared ahead, avoiding eye contact with the leprechaun, avoiding his clever fingers, and most importantly, avoiding his notice.

The folk in the Isle of Bresail say a maiden who can see the fae is twice-blessed. Blessed to behold beings of beauty and blessed again for the chance to bargain for health, riches, and immortality. Whoever said that had obviously never met a faerie.

The fae, creatures of hideous power and beauty, revel in human misery, beget bad luck, and feast upon mortal lives. Every encounter with the monsters carries the risk of being killed. Or worse, a repeat of that horrific Samhain night seven years ago, when the fae slaughtered an entire village trying to find me. Terror still grips my heart like the jaws of the hound of Culainn.

I see the fae. I fear the fae. I’m powerless to stop the fae. And I can say I am thrice cursed.

As I neared the exit, the baker’s apprentice bumped me on the shoulder, and I stumbled across the gritty floor. “Sorry, Neara!”

My gaze dropped to the salves. They lay in the basket, nestled in muslin cloth I’d wrapped around them for safekeeping. “I’m looking for Eirnin. Is he here?”

“Have you tried the forge?”

“They told me he’d be having an early dinner here.”

“Can’t say I’ve seen him.” He raised his massive shoulders. “Maybe he’s watching the spectacle Shona is making of herself in the square.” He rushed ahead, shoving through a group of sailors stumbling toward the doors.

Dread rolled through my belly like a summer thunderstorm. Shona, the haughty eldest daughter of the mayor of Calafort, would never even sip a tankard of ale in public. If she was doing something to attract the attention of drunken louts, there could be only one cause: the fae.

I stepped out into the warm evening, inhaling a lungful of fresh air. The sun hung behind a dip in the Fomori mountains, a burst of daffodil amidst clouds tinged the color of blood-red poppies. Its   yellow haze reflected off the whitewashed timber framed buildings lining the cobbled thoroughfare. My gaze traveled down to the crowd gathered at the end around the village square.

Shona, the center of the attraction, wasn’t exactly a friend. Since Father and I moved to the port town of Calafort, she had sullied my name with allegations about my associations with the blacksmith, the retired soldier of fortune, and the local priest—people vital in my private crusade against the fae.

Two young men sprinted past. The smaller of the pair yelled, “Hoist me up on your shoulders, Colman!”

“As if!” The taller gave his companion a playful shove.

A warm wind swirled around my hair, blowing vibrant, copper strands into my eyes. As usual, its color brought back memories of the night I had been willing to bargain to look… less peculiar. The night I had doomed an entire village. Guilt clawed at my gullet, and I gulped. Even if Shona had soured my existence with her gossip, I couldn’t leave anyone, not even her, to become a faerie’s prey.

I strode after the rush of drunk men, only for the familiar pull of dread to weight my steps. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, faeries had become more commonplace in Calafort and more malevolent. Benign household spirits and mischief makers were replaced by malicious beings of unusual and tremendous power.

The innkeeper’s wife stormed out of the crowd, skirts swishing, shooting sharp glares at the men rushing through the cobbled thoroughfare.

“Don’t think I won’t tell your wives and mothers about your disgraceful conduct!” she screeched at their backs. “There should be a law against giving an audience to a public harlot!”

An iron fist clenched my heart. “Mrs. Martin?”

“What?” She whirled around, auburn locks falling from her bonnet.

“Are you talking about Shona Mulloy?”

Her thin lips twisted. “She’ll never be able to put on airs and graces, that one. Not after revealing the wanton hussy beneath that false piety!”

My pulse throbbed in my throat. Not waiting to ask any further questions, I broke into a run. The only cause for Shona to make a public spectacle was magic, and no one could stop it but me.

Hoots and cheers and roars exploded from the podium, louder than a clap of thunder, making me trip on a loose cobblestone. Splaying out my hands for balance, I slowed my steps. What in the name of all that was holy did I think I was doing? Father’s words echoed in my skull. Every encounter with a faerie increased the chance of being captured. The creature behind Shona’s shameless display could be one of the horsemen from that terrible Samhain night. What if he recognized me?

I brought my feet to an abrupt stop. After six years of moving from place to place, we had a mere week before the dense mist covering the coast of Bresail would clear. No merrow could lurk in the waters, calling people to their deaths with their enchanted music, and no kelpies would board the ship and attack. Father and I planned to gain passage on a ship to Hibernia, the land where holy men slew monsters to protect the innocent. Guilt crawled up my back and clung to my shoulders like the talons of a night hag. If I did anything to ruin our chance, Father’s sickness might not grant him another seven years

“Get ’em off!” cried one drunken reveler.

“What kind of lass can’t even undo her own corset?” shouted another.

Guffaws filled the air, and someone bellowed, “The pampered sort!”

My eyes widened. Before good sense could prevail, my feet pounded the cobblestones, and I reached the edge of the crowd. Pushing my way through the eager men, I caught a glimpse of the spectacle. The bodice of Shona’s dress hung around her waist like a shed skin, her breasts jutting out of her under-bust corset. She had hitched her skirts, revealing her thighs and glimpses of a thicket of mahogany, pubic hair.

“Higher!” screamed a drunkard.

Blood surged through my ears, dulling the men’s lascivious shouts. My jaw clenched so hard, it throbbed in time with my raging pulse. I turned my head away, understanding why Mrs Martin had been so incensed. No-one, not even Shona the gossip, deserved to be humiliated in such a fashion!

Using the bodies of the leering men as cover, I receded into the crowd and studied the men in the direction of her glazed stare. The usual village louts and ne’er do wells jostled each other about in the front, but one male stood out from the rabble. Not because his silk jacket was too fine for the village of Calafort, not because he was the only man remaining calm amidst the scandalous display, but because his face was devoid of features and did not even have a nose.

His eyes, fathomless tunnels of black, stared at her with a cold amusement. Around his unlit pipe, one corner of his lips curved into a whisper of a smile.

Gancanagh.

The word popped into the forefront of my mind. It came from the leather-bound book Father insisted that I study for hours every evening. The gancanagh was a silver-tongued, shapeshifter faerie who could morph into a woman’s heart’s desire and drive her into a frenzy of wantonness. While a gancanagh enjoyed sexual contact with women, what really nourished them was the ensuing despair he caused from withdrawing his affections and ruining her reputation.

Ostracized, isolated, and full of despair, his victim would commit suicide, providing him with a condemned soul upon which to feast.

“If you can’t manage the corset, open your legs and give us a good show!” bellowed the inn-keeper to a roar of drunken cheers.

Shona’s head lolled to the side, and she moaned. “Please… I need you!”

The gancanagh nodded, indicating for her to do as they said.

Disgust curdled my stomach, making me want to spit. That was as much as I could stand. Delving shaking fingers into my pocket, I gathered a heavy pinch of salt. It soaked up magic, rendering the attacks of many faeries useless.

Then, I put it under my tongue, suppressed a grimace, and pushed through the crowd, making sure not to look at the gancanagh.

“Shona Mulloy,” I shouted, making my voice as shrill as Mrs. Martin’s. “Your father would be ashamed of you!”

She ignored me, as I had expected. Those in the thrall of a gancanagh became powerless to do anything but his bidding. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she hiked her skirts to her waist, eliciting ear-ringing catcalls.

“That’s a bushy tail if ever I saw one!” yelled a voice from within the crowd.

Affecting a shriek of outrage, I slapped her hard across the face, ensuring that my iron ring made contact with her lip. The salt remaining on my fingers must have either gotten into her mouth or into the tiny cut my ring made, because her eyes focused.

“Get yourself home,” I screeched. “You’re giving all the womenfolk of Calafort a bad name!” I yanked on her arm, hoping to convince the gancanagh that I hadn’t noticed it.

“Neara, show us your ginger muff!” shouted a heckler.

I ignored the drunken dolt and headed to a gap in the crowd. A few of the men, now shamefaced, stepped aside. Rage seared my veins. Any one of them could have intervened, but they had chosen to let a neighbor debauch herself. According to the information in my book, the gancanagh’s allure only affected women and only if they touched him of their own accord. There was no reason, apart from malicious lechery, that they couldn’t have stopped Shona from falling to ruin.

A hand wrapped around my wrist, its chill seeping through my skin, permeating my bones to the marrow. I suppressed a shudder. The fae, immortal creatures that were neither alive nor dead, were nothing like humans. My leather-bound book said they were the offshoot of a supernatural race called the Fomorians, but from what I had seen over the years, and I had seen a lot, they were hungry spirits made flesh. The only thing that differed from one type of faerie to another was what satisfied their appetites.

Gritting my teeth, I turned my head and glared at the hand restraining me. It was an effort to keep my voice from trembling, but I focussed on my anger and said, “Let go of my person, sir.”

“Permit me to introduce myself.” He released my wrist, gave me a gentlemanly bow, and held out an elegant, smooth-skinned hand that could have belonged to an artist or a Prince. “I am Gerald Canice, and I wish to commend you on your valiant rescue of that young lady’s virtue.”

“I would be doing a better job if you didn’t keep me here talking,” I snapped. “Excuse me.”

Most would have lowered their hand and stepped away at my rudeness. This creature did not. He glided closer, still with his hand outstretched, now turned as though he wanted to take mine and press a kiss on my knuckles. “Please… I must know your name.”

“It’s Neara,” shouted a drunk. “And she’s interested in nothing but stinking herbs and withered old men!”

My face heated, indicating a blush as red a hawthorn berries, one of the many disadvantages of having skin the pallor of diluted milk. The drunks snickered, and I pressed my lips together, trying to exhale my anger through flared nostrils.

“Ignore those louts.” His voice soft and cultured, just as I would imagine a storybook Prince. “Won’t you at least look at me?”

As though of its own volition, my gaze lifted to his face. It was no longer the characterless visage from earlier. He now resembled the raven-haired faerie whose presence had cursed me with the sight. A bolt of shock shot through my heart as fast as lighting, jolting it into action. I drew in a sharp breath between my teeth.

Everything vanished from my attention. The crowd of drunken men, the sobbing girl at my side, the fear of being discovered by the fae. It all faded now that Gerald had caught me in his mesmerizing, viridian-green gaze.

His full lips split into a breath-stealing smile of even, white teeth, rising up to high cheekbones, and leading to eyes so longing they wrung my heart.

“Neara…” My name sounded like supplication on lips that begged to be kissed. “I am delighted to make your acquaintance.”

One of my hands twitched toward his still outstretched hand. My mouth dried, not because of the salt, but due to the warmth pooling between my legs, creating a fire that only he could quench.

My throat dried, partially because of the salt under my tongue, but mostly because of the male’s beauty. If he had chosen any other face, I would have ignored the gancanagh, but I couldn’t resist this dark-haired, green eyed apparition.

A tiny voice, as quiet and persistent as a midge, whispered that it was a trap. The monster wanted to infect me with the venom coating his skin and see me debased before my village.

“I…” A gulp interrupted words that had already withered in my throat. I had come prepared, wearing a bracelet of iron with a matching torque and ring, but I hadn’t anticipated being faced with the being who haunted my dreams… my deepest, most oft-denied desire.

“Neara,” said a voice hoarse with tears.

I turned to lock gazes with Shona, her eyes bloodshot and brimming with tears.

“Will you take me home?”

Her voice was the splash of saltwater I needed to break gancanagh’s spell. Without a backward glance, I pulled her away from the lecherous gazes of the crowd, trying not to succumb to the pit of dread wrenching open my stomach. Once again, I had attracted the attention of the fae. The gancanagh likely wouldn’t work out that I had seen through him, but my awakening of Shona from her stupor would have at least aroused his curiosity.

Shona and I walked unmolested through the crowd of degenerates, many were now slinking back to the tavern. Without his audience, the gancanagh would not pursue us. He fed on the humiliation of his victims, delighted in their ruin and not their lust.
His gaze, heavy on my back, turned my steps to lead. The gancanagh was likely evaluating me, wondering why I could resist his magic. My throat thickened, and I gulped down my rising panic. This was exactly the kind of thing Father had warned me against. We could not flee Bresail if we attracted the attention of the fae, and I had done exactly that!  If the wicked creature stayed to satisfy his curiosity, we were doomed.

A curious faerie always attracted others, and I of all people would know that arousing the interest of the creatures was deadly.

*****

The folk in the Isle of Bresail say a maiden who can see the fae is twice-blessed. Blessed to behold beings of beauty and blessed again for the chance to bargain for health, riches, and immortality. Whoever said that had obviously never met a faerie.

The fae, creatures of hideous power and beauty, revel in human misery, beget bad luck, and feast upon mortal lives. Every encounter with the monsters carries the risk of being killed. Or worse, a repeat of that horrific Samhain night seven years ago, when the fae slaughtered an entire village trying to find me. Terror still grips my heart like the jaws of the hound of Culainn.

I see the fae. I fear the fae. I’m powerless to stop the fae. And I can say I am thrice cursed.

About Delia:

Delia Castel has loved fairytales for as long as she can remember. The books she writes under this pen name are steamy, reverse harem retellings of classic stories.

To download a free copy of The Big Bad She-Wolf as well as the exclusive chapters that follow the tale, visit:

www.DeliaCastel.com
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In honor of this book being revised and updated with new scenes! I’m sharing this review again! Go check it out!

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elegant womanIn a world divided by prejudice and hatred, only love can bridge the chasm.

Tensions are rising in the Gladium Province. The boundary between humans and Morgons has begun to blur. While the human aristocracy strives to maintain distance between their daughters and the dragon-hybrid race, fate has other plans.

As the daughter of the corporate king, Jessen Cade is duty-bound to honor her arranged marriage to a man she detests. Feeling trapped by family duty and a loveless future, she longs for more, straying to the Morgon side of the city.

Lucius Nightwing is the eldest son of the powerful Morgon clan, and the greatest enemy of Jessen’s father. When a bar-room brawl thrusts Jessen into his arms, his dragon roars to the surface, craving to sate his carnal hunger in the brown-eyed beauty. The beast in Lucius recognizes her as his own, even if the man refuses to admit the truth.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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JULIETTE is a multi-published author of paranormal and fantasy romance & the co-host of the podcast, Smart Women Read Romance. She is represented by Rachel Brooks at BookEnds Literary Agency. She is a native of Louisiana where she lives with her husband, four kids, black lab named Kona, and two kitties, Pumpkin and Betty.
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Holy Dragon Babies. This book was pretty much straight forward hot. I loved how this book didn’t fit with most supernatural books. We weren’t vampires, werewolves, or fairy. We were badass Dragons. Now we start off with Jessen. A girl from a very rich and powerful human family, but who never really fit in. She didn’t believe in her father’s beliefs that Morgons and humans should not mix. We first meet Jessen sneaking out of HER home to go to a Morgon club with her friends. I immediately loved Jessen. She was so snippy and went after what she wanted. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she wanted, well until she is threatened with the 2 people that she would do anything for, her mother and sister. Jessen is Lucius’s mate, his other half, the one that calls to his dragon. Their “relationship” is a whirl wind of drama. First Lucius tries to fight his feelings, while Jessen wants to explore them. Then when Lucius FINALLY comes to his senses its during a party where Jessen’s father announces her engagement to Aron (without Jessen’s knowledge) this leaves Lucius confused and hurt and angry thinking Jessen lied to him. Later when Jessen tries to find Lucius, Aron tries to rape her, Lucius swoops in to save the day.

You get the idea. Drama at every corner. Now I loved this story line, but at times I felt like I was missing something. Maybe more information on the Dragon clans? I’m not sure. It just felt like something was missing. Maybe there will be a second book that goes deeper into the Dragons, I really hope so because I’d love to see more of Jessen and Lucius as they fight their way through their marriage together. I’d also love to see more of Jessen’s brother Demetrius. While he is an asshole throughout the whole story, at the end we see a different side of him. When accused of being like their father, Demetrius recoils. I’m thinking there is a lot more to him than meets the eye!

All in all an amazing book. I can’t wait to see where the author goes with this one!

RENEGADE

 

Renegade1400X2100About the Book:
Title: RENEGADE (Black Dawn 0.5)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: July 3, 2018
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Formats: eBook
Pages: 250
Find it: GoodreadsAmazon
“The time for Kiero’s reign in prosperity is over.”
Six years before the Black Dawn Rebellion, Adair Stratton and Emory Fae are following in their
parent’s footsteps and living at The Academy, a home for those who are gifted.  The pressure to
uphold the future of their parent’s dream falls on them. An outcast and feared by most, Adair longs to break away from the expectations dictating his future. Even if Emory tries to make him see differently. An unexpected group of friends keep him there, but as whispers of unexplained disappearances start reaching from the capital, Adair starts to doubt The Academy is all it seems.

An unexpected visit ignites new tensions as the roguish king from across the Black Sea, Tadeas Maher of the Shattered Isles, and his heir, Marquis Maher sail to Kiero. Notorious for their pirating and wrath- for the first time in years, they demand the Fae’s listen to their proposition for a new treaty, holding the news of Nei’s father’s abrupt death over them. Caught in the middle of politics- Adair and Emory, with the help of their best friends Brokk and Memphis search for the one thing that matters most- finding out the truth.

In this gripping prequel to Black Dawn, their world is tipped upside down as unlikely alliances are made. War ravages through Kiero and is torn apart by acclaimed Kings. Through the throes of betrayal, lies, hidden magic and love, Adair is faced with a life changing decision- to fight or to bow to the darkness within him.

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