Thursday, August 28, 2014

Ruin: The Waking

Ruin The Waking
Lucian Bane
August 28, 2014
Paranormal Romance
Synopsis:
To judge and execute. That is Ruin's power and desire. But Ruin's memory is empty of how he came to be here on Earth and why. After saving Isadore-- a neuroscientist living in the swamps of Louisiana-- from a sexual predator, she volunteers to help him.
Ruin soon discovers that judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a difficult and beautiful woman who can't help but involve herself in every aspect of his business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the world.
Author Bio
My name is Lucian Bane, and I'm an Ineffable Dom. That just means, do yourself a favor and please don't try to fit me into categories. Complicated Dom, Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too.
I don't want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can come undone with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control.
I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to let them know Doms like this exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete power exchange with a woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that they demand or expect. Consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a person, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they belong to you.
Inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my Dom's reckless and tireless desires, but when I gained control, he bowed to my will. The transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my opinion, is a real man.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Plantation Nation

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Sixteen year old Emma Cartwright runs away from her family’s South Carolina rice plantation after a slave is beaten to death. Determined to join the fight against slavery, Emma enlists in the Union Army disguised as a young man. Nothing could prepare her for the sacrifices needed—and for falling in love for the first time.   


















Excerpt
Emma could no longer raise her head or open her eyes. She tasted her own blood and withered under the sun’s brilliance. Her back and legs throbbed from the lashes with the leather belt. The scent of honeysuckle drifted to her nostrils, but Emma quivered with agony and trepidation. She fought the oblivion that threatened to engulf her¾fearing it was death.
Her heart searched for a prayer or a plea but nothing came. She wanted to cry out for her father, forgetting he was long dead.
Someone snatched a fistful of Emma’s hair and held up her head.
“Look!” Quinn said through gritted teeth. “Look at what you’ve done.” He touched his mouth to her ear. “Ain’t like he didn’t deserve it, though. Worthless wretch.”
Emma tried again to focus on the scene. At first, through the narrow slits of her swollen eyes, all she saw was a row of brown feet, naked and caked with mud past the ankles, a sure sign that rice planting was underway. She couldn’t find or concentrate on their faces now, but she knew that among the clan of thirteen laborers, Basil’s mother and brother were there watching. Fear reverberated from the mass. Children cried and stirred, but no one moved or averted their eyes. George had insisted. 


Mercedes King is an Ohio native and founding member of Sisters in Crime Columbus, Ohio (affectionately dubbed SiCCO). With a degree in Criminology from Capital University and a passion for writing, she crafted O! Jackie, a novel focusing on the private life of Jackie Kennedy. She has also written The Kennedy Chronicles, a series of short stories featuring JFK and Jackie before they were married and before 'Camelot'. Mercedes writes in a variety of genres, including historical and mystery / suspense. In fact, she's working on creating a new genre, 'modern historical'.

Her newest release, Plantation Nation, follows the journey of Emma Cartwright, a 16 year old Southern girl who disguises herself as a young man and joins the Union Army.

Visit her sites, OJackiebook.com or Mercedesking.com . Contact her at Mercedes 'at' ojackiebook 'dot' com. You can also connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Norah


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He may not be a cowboy… But that won’t stop him from wrangling her heart.
Chase O’Donnell is the proud new owner of the Caldwell Ranch—or maybe he’s not so proud. Annoyed would be more like it. After receiving the news of his inheritance, Chase’s first thought is to sell the ranch and be done with it—until one night with a beautiful blonde at a local honky-tonk has him changing his tune…
Norah McKade is surprised by her instant attraction to the handsome new stranger, and even more surprised when she finds out he’s her new neighbor. But with Chase only being in town for a short amount of time, Norah determines getting tangled up with him a bad idea and promptly places Chase in the friend zone.
Although a bit reluctant, Chase agrees to Norah’s terms—but he’s not about to deny or ignore the fact that there’s more between them than just sexual attraction. He’ll have to pull out all the stops to get her to change her mind and prove to her that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for her to fall in love with him.













Excerpt
Apparently she was doing this whole flirting thing wrong.
Had to be.
It was the only reasonable explanation for why Chase hadn’t picked up on the fact that she was interested in him.
Maybe she was trying too hard?
For the past four days she had made little comments with hidden innuendos and had done her best to make it obvious she was checking him out. And then there was the somewhat revealing clothing she chose to wear around him; another effort to help catch his eye and let him know what she was thinking.
But none of that was working with Chase.
Of course, there was always just telling him that she’d changed her mind and wanted something more between them. But for some reason she just couldn’t muster up the guts to tell him that. Maybe she was just too much of a chicken to admit that she’d been wrong this whole time.
“Lookin’ good,” she heard Chase say, his voice drifting up to her from where he stood on the ground.
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t doing something wrong after all. She stopped her brushstrokes against the house and held onto the ladder as she looked down to him.
“Liking what you see, O’Donnell?” she asked him, adding a generous amount of flirtatiousness to her voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Chase answered her with a grin from beneath the brim of his baseball cap. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were good at painting.”
Oh.
She tried to hide her disappointment as she looked back to the house and continued with her task.
“I’m all done down here,” Chase said. “Let me know when you’re done and ready to come down. I’ll hold the ladder for you.”
“Okay,” Norah answered him, not bothering to look his way.
Brushing the last few strokes of the sunny yellow paint against the house, Norah tossed her paintbrush into the container of paint and began making her way down the ladder.
At least, that’s what she’d meant to do.
With her mind still focused on Chase and his inability to pick up on her come-ons, Norah tossed the brush against the rim of the paint container instead of inside of it. It flopped off of the top and spiraled down to the ground. Norah instinctively reached out to grab it, causing the ladder to unbalance.
“Oh no!” she shouted.
The brush would’ve landed in the grass if Chase hadn’t scurried over to the ladder to steady it, but instead it slapped right on top of his navy ball cap and slid down the brim before falling to the ground.
Norah sucked in a shocked breath of air. “Oh my God.”
She hurried and made her way down the ladder, careful to hold onto the paint container in her hand so she didn’t have any more accidents. With a few last steps remaining, Norah jumped from the ladder and set the container on the ground before looking to Chase.
His expression was blank, almost dumbstruck.
“Chase?” Norah asked cautiously.
“What. The. Hell?” Chase asked, speaking the words slowly and quietly.
“I am so sorry,” Norah said. “I didn’t mean—”
“I told you to let me know when you were ready to come down,” Chase said. “What were you thinking?”
“I—”
He cut her off. “You could’ve fallen and seriously hurt yourself.”
“But I didn’t,” she told him, trying to smooth out the situation.
“Thankfully,” Chase said, let out a relieved sigh as he took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He then looked at his hat and his eyes widened at the bright yellow paint streaked across it. “Ah, damn it. This is my favorite hat.”
Norah bit her lip to keep from laughing but couldn’t contain it. She let out a short burst of laughter and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry, I’m—”
Chase narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. “You think this is funny?”
“No,” Norah quickly said but then changed it to, “Well, yes, it is kind of funny when you think about it.” She laughed again.
“Oh, okay,” Chase said with a nod as he placed his hat back on his head and quickly reached to the ground for the paintbrush.
He popped back up before she had a chance to dodge out of the way and slapped the brush against the front of her shirt; her favorite dark gray Rolling Stones t-shirt. Her mouth fell open as he drug the yellow paint between her breasts down to the knot she had tied at the hem of her shirt.
“You jerk,” she gasped.
He gave her a smart-ass smirk as he dropped the paintbrush. “How’s that for funny?”
“You ruined my shirt,” she told him, her voice still full of disbelief as she tugged on the fabric to look at the damage done.
“And you ruined my hat,” Chase said. “So now we’re even. What do you know about the Rolling Stones anyway?” He gave her a half smile and knelt on the grass as he collected the paintbrushes.
She dropped the soft fabric and planted a hand on her hip. “Is that supposed to be a dig at me? ‘Oh that country girl don’t know nothin’ about good music’,” she said, deepening her voice for that last part.
Chase chuckled and looked at her. “Was that supposed to be me?”
She smiled bashfully. “Maybe.”
Chase grabbed all of the brushes and dropped them in an empty bucket before walking back over to her. “Look, I’m sorry if I offended you,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just surprised. I thought you only liked country music.”
“Well I don’t,” Norah told him. “That’s like me assuming you only like rock or rap or something.”
“Well, which is it?” Chase asked her, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. “Give it a guess. Let’s see just how well you think you know me?”
She gave him a playful smirk. “Okay.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Norah brought one of her hands up to her face and tapped her finger against her chin as she thought about her answer. “I’m thinking you’re more into upbeat tunes rather than the slow stuff. Right so far?”
“That’s a good start,” Chase said.
“And even though you like today’s music you really prefer the older stuff.”
“Right again.”
Norah pursed her lips as she continued to tap her chin with her finger. “I’m thinking you’re a seventies kind of man.”
Chase applauded her. “Nicely done, Miss McKade.”
“Why thank you, Mr. O’Donnell,” Norah said and uncrossed her arms. “But I’ll do you one better. I bet you I can go as far to guess who your favorite artist from that time is.”
“Okay,” Chase told her, clearly amused. “Let’s hear it.”
“Hmm?” Norah said as she pursed her lips again and moved her eyes to look at the sky. “Let’s see there’s Foghat, Aerosmith, The Who—” She stopped short and snapped her fingers as she looked directly at him. “I got it! ABBA.”
“ABBA?” Chase said with a raised eyebrow and gave her a befuddled expression.
“Mmm-hmm,” Norah replied with a teasing smile. “You know you rock ‘Dancing Queen’ when nobody’s looking. Don’t deny it.”
Chase shook his head with a small laugh. “I think you are sorely mistaken. But good try though.” He walked away from her and back to the mess of supplies scattered about the ground.
“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Norah asked, sporting a pouty face as she followed him.
“A little,” Chase joked, sniffing as he wiped away a fake tear with the back of his hand.
“Aw. Cheer up, Chase,” Norah said in a fun and almost girlish voice as she gently grabbed at his side. “Come on. Come on.” She continued her efforts to tickle a smile out of him but it just wasn’t working out for her.
“What are you doing, woman?” Chase asked, lifting his arm to watch her.
“Trying to make you laugh,” she answered.
“I’m not ticklish,” Chase told her and blocked her hand from grabbing at his side.
“I bet you are,” Norah said. “You’re just really good at hiding it.”
She laughed softly as she grabbed for his side again, but was a bit caught off guard when Chase took hold of her wrist. Simultaneously, and before she even had time to move out of the way, Chase reached out with his other hand and grabbed at her side just as she had previously done to him. Norah shrieked and scrunched her body before quickly jumping away from Chase.
“Oh, are you serious?” Chase asked with a wide grin. “Look who is ticklish.”
“Chase, don’t you dare,” Norah warned, giving him a stern look and pointing her finger at him.
He stalked towards her.
“I’m warning you,” Norah said, walking backwards to keep an eye on Chase. The back of her leg hit one of the paint buckets and she instinctively looked down for the briefest moment before returning her eyes to Chase. He was standing no more than a few feet away from her, staring at her with a hungry look in his eyes.
She took a slight step to the side.
He followed.
She took another step in the opposite direction.
He followed once more.
Her fun little game of let’s-get-a-laugh-out-Of-Chase had quickly turned into a game of cat and mouse with Norah being the prey and Chase being the hunter.
Keeping her eyes on Chase, Norah slowly began to take another step but quickly faked it and bolted in the opposite direction. Her efforts to escape him were fruitless. Chase quickly caught up to her and swung both of his arms around her waist, picking her feet off of the ground as he pulled her to him.
“Chase!” Norah squealed as he tickled her. She laughed uncontrollably as she attempted to free herself from his hold.
He was laughing too. The deep sound of his voice was right against her ear, sending what felt like a current of electricity down her neck and spine.
Norah had no objection to being pressed against Chase the way she was. All she needed, though, was for him to stop tickling her long enough for her to take advantage of it. She swatted at his hands and attempted to wiggle free but only caused herself to lose balance. She fell to the ground and took Chase with her.
“Oh my God!” Norah shouted between laughs. “Stop! I can’t breathe!”
Chase laughed breathlessly and removed his hands from her waist, resting them against the ground on either side of her body.
She focused on taking slow, deep breaths as she stared into Chase’s green eyes. How she had been able to say no to that face time after time was a wonder to her. But even though the man was extremely attractive, that wasn’t the only reason she wanted to be with him. She honestly and truly liked him for who he was and she was going to tell him exactly how she felt right now. Either that, or kiss the hell out of him.









In November 2011 author Kimberly Lewis stepped into the writing world with her first contemporary Western romance, When the Heart Falls.

Born and raised on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, this country girl caught the creative bug at an early age, doing everything from drawing to writing short stories.

After rediscovering her love of romance novels, Kimberly found the inspiration to pick up a pen—or in this case a laptop—and began writing her first novel. Since then she has continued to write and credits her husband and her wonderfully crazy family and friends, who with their love and joking demeanor provide her with the ideas that inspire her novels.

In her spare time she enjoys reading, horseback riding, and spending time with her amazing family.







Monday, August 18, 2014

Ruined (The Eternal Balance #1)

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 Ruined (The Eternal Balance, #1)

Hell is looking for a way to break loose…
Jax lost the genetic lottery. Descended from Cain, the world's first murderer, he's plagued by a curse that demands violence in exchange for his happiness. He left everything behind, including the girl he loved, but thriving on the pain of others is lonely… And it's killing him.
After a series of heartbreaking losses, Samantha put rubber to pavement and headed for college as fast as her clunker could carry her. But she can't outrun her problems. When an attack at school drives her back home, she's thrown into the path of a past—and a guy—she's been trying to forget.
Sam strains Jax's control over his darkness, but running isn't an option this time. Someone—or, something—followed her home from school: a ruthless monster with a twisted plan centuries in the making. Forced together to survive, and fighting an attraction that could destroy them both, Jax and Sam must stop a killer bent on revenge.

Review

****Entangled Publishing, LLC, via NetGalley, provided me with a complimentary copy of this book for my honest reivew****
What a way to start a new series and new to me author! I devoured this book and loved every minute. The characters, the story, the twists turns and heartbreak all had me hanging on to every word. Smooth transitions between point of views and strong emotions that came off the page mixed with palpable character chemistry left me ready for book 2 and with a neon blinking 5 stars. Jax is the ceremonious half good half evil struggle in the flesh, but, of course, with a non-figurative twist, he really shares his body with a demon. A very strong character, I relished being a voyeur while he matured and embraced his lot in life and found a way to work with it. The chemistry was copacetic and almost it's own being. The sex was appropriate but very hot. No excessive paranormal world building or outrageous character guidelines, confusing the reader and taking away from the story. This book created an alternative to our daily lives that could be real and you'd never know it, struggles between good and evil the average mortal never would see.The Cain & Abel explanation was a great way to make this fantasy even realer. It's funny how Chase started out essentially the "good brother" but I never liked him, maybe subconsciously there were hints of his character twists all along blended in. Book 2 can't come soon enough!




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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Weston (Hard Body #2)

Weston 
1/2
She's on thin ice.
Detective Rocki Bangli has spent the past four months undercover, trying to get the goods on drug lord Darrell Archer. Now that she's gained Darrell's trust, he's given her a job: keep an eye on the Beaumont Body Shop, a car detailer and private investigation agency. There's only one problem-her target is the hot and very sexy Tony Weston, whose eyes tell her he's on to her game . . .
He's her only hope.
Tony spotted the gorgeous detective a year ago at the police academy and never forgot her. A thousand fantasies later, he finds Rocki working for the most dangerous man in town. Now, Tony's determined to find out what's going on . . . after he brings her home with him. But when her position is compromised, suddenly Rocki and everyone she loves might be in danger. Now Rocki must trust Tony with her secrets, her mission, and her life-or it could be the end for both of them.

Review

  ****Forever (Grand Central Publishing), via NetGalley,provided me with a complimentary copy for my honest review*
 Rocki Bangli is an undercover cop who has gotten deep in the world of Darrell Archer and his underground. It's not somewhere she would be by choice if she wasn' determined to bring him down for his illegal businesses. Tony Weston is all too familiar with Darrell, being best friends with his nephew who refuses to get sucked in with his uncle, as well as a private investigator, he understands the man is bad news. What he can't understand is why a known cop has gotten in league with him and is lying about who she is. That all comes clear when Rocki's cover is blown and she finds herself in Archer's cross hairs and needing Tony's protection.
Weston is the second addition in the Hard Body series. While the first book, Archer, was a 5 star book for me, Weston didn't grab me nearly as much. The big difference being the characters and lack of attachment I felt for them in this one. Really, that's no fault of the author or story, just my preferences and tastes as a reader. Still I have to give it 3 1/2 stars because I enjoyed the action and characters even if I wasn't in love with them. The boys of Beaumont Body Shop are hot as ever in this installment though, and continue the action I'm becoming accustomed to in the series. The action and suspense are well written and the style is such that the pages fly by without realizing it. Rocki was a strong female that even though she needed help, wasn't going down without a fight. Tony was a sexy and completely take charge character. The both had chemistry that came through the pages and made them a great couple. I'm very anxious to get the rest of the guy's stories and continue the series.



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