Warrior Forever by Amber Bardan

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Warrior Forever by Amber Bardan

Favorite Quotes

“Not sure what you’re saying, big buddy.”  I held out a hand. “But vibrating cunnilingus is about as much as I’m willing to put out on a first date.”
“Bet en et brook mein broom broom.”  He pointed to the cloak again.  Even foreign to my ears that sounded a lot like “get your ass on my cloak and prepare to be mated, woman.” 
He wrapped an arm around each of my thighs, pinning me in place, and took his mouth to me. My torso flew off the bed. He held me still, mouth opening over my pussy, sucking and licking and vibrating. I fisted his hair and jerked and quivered against his face. 

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About Amber Bardan

Amber is a #1 Amazon Bestselling, award-winning author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

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Blade of Darkness by Dianne Duvall

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Blade of Darkness by Dianne Duvall

Favorite Quotes

“I care about you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m falling in love with you.” She tasted his warm, soft lips again. “I want you.”
“I want to feel you clamp down around me and squeeze me tight when you come for me again,” he told her, every muscle tense.

 

Immortal Guardians Series Reading Order

   


Author Bio:

Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians series and The Gifted Ones series. Reviewers have called Dianne’s books “fast-paced and humorous” (Publishers Weekly), “utterly addictive” (RT Book Reviews), “extraordinary” (Long and Short Reviews), and”wonderfully imaginative” (The Romance Reviews). Her books have twice been nominated for RT Reviewers’ Choice Awards and are routinely deemed Top Picks by RT Book Reviews, The Romance Reviews, and/or Night Owl Reviews.

Dianne loves all things creative. When she isn’t writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and has even appeared on-screen, crawling out of a moonlit grave and wielding a machete, like some of the vampires she creates in her books.

For the latest news on upcoming releases, contests, and more, please visit DianneDuvall.com. You can also find Dianne online . . .

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Giveaway + Excerpt from Blade of Darkness by Dianne Duvall

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Return to the “utterly addictive” (RT Book Reviews) world of New York Times bestselling author Dianne Duvall’s Immortal Guardians.

Dana Pembroke has been able to glimpse the future of those she touches for as long as she can remember.  But she never saw Aidan coming.  When the tall, dark Celt with the charming grin yet world-weary eyes walks through her door, the future she sees for him is one full of violence, danger, deception… and passion.  Because amidst the terrifying battles that unfold in her visions, she also sees herself in Aidan’s arms and in his bed.  Dana knows she should keep her distance, but the tender moments and laughter they share entice her even as she finds herself thrust into a world of vampires, immortals, and other preternatural beings.

Immortal Guardian Aidan O’Byrne has been hunting and slaying psychotic vampires for nearly three thousand years, so visions of bloody battles don’t trouble him.  The battles Dana foresees, however, show Aidan’s brethren turning against him, so he can’t help but feel alarmed.  While he spends as much time as he can with Dana, struggling to decipher her dire predictions, Aidan finds himself utterly smitten. Hope rises that he has finally found a woman who can banish the darkness and loneliness that plague him. But when vampires begin targeting Dana and a powerful enemy spawns chaos, will fate grant them time to find happiness together?


Excerpt from Blade of Darkness

Smiling, she motioned to the bed. “You recognize this place?”

He nodded, his eyes acquiring an amber glow. “This is where we made love in your vision.”

Her pulse picked up. “So it is.” What the hell was wrong with her? She had just had the scare of a lifetime—two actually—but suddenly could think of nothing but the feel of Aidan’s hands on her, tugging her shirt over her head so he could touch bare skin, teasing her nipples and tantalizing her with his tongue.

Heat flashed through her.

“Shall I tell Heather we’d like another room?” he asked.

Dana shook her head.

He took a step toward her. “Do you want me to sleep on the floor?”

Again she wagged her head from side to side, staggered by the desire that suddenly coursed through her.

Aidan slowly approached her. “What do you want?” he asked softly.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“I want you,” she stated boldly. “Naked. I want to feel your bare body against mine.”

His eyes brightened with amber light. “Dana,” he whispered, his voice deepening as he drew close enough to touch.

“I think,” she said breathlessly as she tilted her head back to look up at him, “that I’m doing that thing where—after narrowly escaping death—you feel a sudden, driving need to reaffirm life.”

He settled his hands on her hips and squeezed as though he wanted desperately to let those hands go exploring and was barely keeping them in check. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”

Easing forward, she leaned her body into his. “I’ll tempt you and more,” she promised, sucking in a breath when he slid his large hands around and down to cup her ass.

Both moaned when she rose onto her toes and arched against the hard length behind his fly.


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Author Bio:

Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians series and The Gifted Ones series. Reviewers have called Dianne’s books “fast-paced and humorous” (Publishers Weekly), “utterly addictive” (RT Book Reviews), “extraordinary” (Long and Short Reviews), and”wonderfully imaginative” (The Romance Reviews). Her books have twice been nominated for RT Reviewers’ Choice Awards and are routinely deemed Top Picks by RT Book Reviews, The Romance Reviews, and/or Night Owl Reviews.

Dianne loves all things creative. When she isn’t writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and has even appeared on-screen, crawling out of a moonlit grave and wielding a machete like some of the vampires she creates in her books.

For the latest news on upcoming releases, contests, and more, please visit DianneDuvall.com. You can also find Dianne online . . .

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The Darkest Surrender (Lords of the Underworld) by Gena Showalter

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The Darkest Surrender (Lords of the Underworld) by Gena Showalter

Favorite Quotes

“You can be such a moron.” She threw up her arms, exasperated. “Don’t argue with me about this kind of thing. I’ll always be right. Seriously. You were dead until you met me and we both know it. Which means I brought you to life. So, happy belated birthday.”
“You are not Kaia the Disappointment. Do you hear me? That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier. You are Kaia the Mighty. How many Harpies out there do you think could have brought down the most badass Lord of the Underworld? The same Lord who also happens to be the strongest, sexiest and smartest. And by the way, in case there’s any doubt, I’m describing me.”

The Lords of the Underworld Reading Order

 

About Gena Showalter:

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld series, two young adult series–Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles–and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. In addition to being a National Reader’s Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazine, she’s been mentioned in Orange is the New Black–if you ask her about it, she’ll talk for hours–and her books have been translated in multiple languages. She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at www.genashowalter.com

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King of Me by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

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King of Me by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Favorite Quotes

There was no separation of time when it came to love; it saw the past and future in one blinding light.  And I’d never let go of that light.  Not ever.
“I believe a little darkness is healthy in a person.  Good for the soul.”
Love was what brought us back from our darkness, what restored us from the pain of our mistakes.  So maybe that was my true purpose in all of this:  To be brave enough to love the unlovable.

The King Series Reading Order

About Mimi Jean:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author.

When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.

She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.

She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they’re batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on Radioslot.com !

Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.mimijean.net.

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Outtakes from the Grave by Jeaniene Frost

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Outtakes from the Grave by Jeaniene Frost

Favorite Quotes

“You’re so hot inside.  Like wet fire.  I love to feel you, Kitten.”
“I love you, Bones.  I love you so much.  God, so very, very much.”

“Do you know how that makes me feel?” he whispered.  “I’ve been many things these past two centuries, but I haven’t known real happiness until this moment.”

 

Night Huntress Series Reading Order

Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel
One Foot in the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel
At Grave’s End (Night Huntress World Book 3)
Destined for an Early Grave (Night Huntress, Book 4)
This Side of the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel
One Grave at a Time: A Night Huntress Novel
Up From the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel
Outtakes from the Grave (Night Huntress Book 8)

A note from Jeaniene:

The first four Night Huntress books were the first books I had ever written, and I never thought they’d be published because I hadn’t started trying to get published at that point. I wrote them for me, which meant that I took more time to explore the characters through alternate scenarios, multiple side plots, additional backstory, additional love scenes, and increased personal revelations.

When it came time to shop the novels , I had to take out a lot of that material in order to condense the stories to meet average word count lengths. Later, even more content was taken out during the editorial process. However, I saved all that extra material. Over the years, I posted a scene or two to show readers some of what didn’t make it into the published novels, and I was surprised and delighted when readers requested more. Last year, I posted a large, alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave on my blog, and when I asked readers if they wanted to see more alternate versions, the answer was a resounding yes.

That’s when I decided to compile the best of those deleted scenes and alternate versions into one single anthology, so readers could see the full version of Cat and Bones’s story. I also wanted to include commentary as to why a particular scene or version didn’t make it into the published books, so readers could get a further glimpse of what went on behind the scenes. The result is Outtakes From The Grave, a Night Huntress series companion anthology. It contains all the deleted scenes I previously posted, plus lots of never-before-posted scenes and alternate versions. While it is not a new novel, it is novel sized. In fact, Outtakes From The Grave turned out to be longer in word count than any book I’d previously published. I very much enjoyed revisiting Cat, Bones, and the rest of the Night Huntress gang with this collection, and I hope that you enjoy it, too :).


 

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Radiance (Wraith Kings Book 1) by Grace Draven

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Radiance (Wraith Kings Book 1) by Grace Draven

Favorite Quotes

“I will not shame you with my fear, Brishen,” she whispered against his neck.  He sighed into her hair.  “But I might shame you with mine, wife.”
“I will conquer kingdoms for you if you but ask it of me, Ildiko.”  She pulled away enough to meet his smiling gaze, her own mouth turning up.  “Just defeat the pie without either of us getting stung, husband.  I’ll be satisfied.”
“I am no poet possessing honeyed words,” he said.  “But you have always known me to be forthright with you… I want you, Ildiko.  Want to sink so deep into you that neither of us will know where one ends and the other begins.”

Check out more of Grace’s work:

Master of Crows
The Brush of Black Wings
The Light Within: A Winter’s Tale
Entreat Me

  

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Slave to Sensation by Nalini Singh

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Slave to Sensation by Nalini Singh

Favorite Quotes

“I wish I’d been born in another time, another place. Then maybe I could’ve escaped fate… maybe I could’ve been your darling.”
“Sometimes I remember that I can’t always protect those I love.”
She didn’t try to tell him that he wasn’t God, that he couldn’t protect everyone. He knew that.
But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. “I wish you’d love me.”

“Why?”

“Because then maybe you could protect me, too.” 

Psy-Changeling Series Reading Order

  1. Slave to Sensation
  2. Visions of Heat
  3. Caressed by Ice
  4. Mine to Possess
  5. Hostage to Pleasure
  6. Branded by Fire
  7. Blaze of Memory
  8. Bonds of Justice
  9. Play of Passion
  10. Kiss of Snow
  11. Tangle of Need
  12. Heart of Obsidian
  13. Shield of Winter
  14. Shards of Hope

   

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Taken by a Dragon by Felicity Heaton

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Taken by a Dragon by Felicity Heaton

Favorite Quotes

Fire burned through her, as if he breathed it into her with each sweep of his lips across hers.
She moaned and arched into him, and he groaned as she welcomed his dominance and surrendered to him.  The knowledge that she enjoyed being at his mercy only increased the ferocity of his need to master her and show her that she was his now.
Dragons fiercely guarded that which they owned.  Anais had done the impossible and had taken a dragon’s most precious possession.

She had stolen his heart. 

Eternal Mates Reading Order

  1. Kissed by a Dark Prince   ←4 Stars Sale: 99¢ 
  2. Claimed by a Demon King  ←4 Stars
  3. Tempted by a Rogue Prince
  4. Hunted by a Jaguar
  5. Craved by an Alpha
  6. Bitten by a Hellcat

Excerpt

Anais kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep and struggling with her thoughts. She had to do this. It didn?t matter that she was beginning to feel she really was safe here, in this cave with Loke. It didn?t matter that she felt as if she was growing closer to her dragon companion, or that they had opened up to each other to a degree. All that mattered was returning to her world.

She didn?t belong here.

She needed to get back to Sable and the others and find out what had happened to them.

She needed to know they were all okay.

Even though the thought of leaving Loke made a recess of her heart ache.

She listened to Loke moving around the cave. He had already started the fire again. That had roused her from sleep. She mentally cursed herself for falling asleep when she had meant to just pretend. She had a faint sensation that she had been pretending, and that Loke had come to her, and then she had been dreaming.

Maybe she had dreamed it all.

The light touch of his fingers on her face. The way they gently stroked her cheek. The soft words he had murmured in his unfamiliar tongue.

It had all been a dream.

She felt sure of it.

He moved away and she cracked an eye open, watching him heading into the tunnels with his wooden torch. When the light from it disappeared, she made her move.

Anais sprang to her bare feet and ran to the mouth of the cave, flinching every time she trod on a pebble. She had taken her boots off last night to aid her in her recon mission. She had to move silently to avoid rousing Loke. Every non-human species she had met had heightened senses. Hearing being the most sensitive. She couldn?t have moved quietly enough in her boots. She was having enough trouble moving quietly with bare feet. Another pebble bit into the sole of her left one and she grimaced and hopped a few steps, giving it time to recover.

The ledge came into view and her heart rocketed, thundering against her chest. She was just going to have a look. That was all. There was no need to get nervous. Her palms sweated and she rubbed them on her black t-shirt. Just a glimpse and then she would go back to the fire. She just wanted to see what was out there.

She glanced back into the cave, afraid of Loke finding her gone. She didn?t want him to see what she was doing. She didn?t want him to be upset with her and she knew he would be. He would feel as if she had betrayed him by breaking her vow, and that didn?t sit right with her. Not anymore.

She slowed to a halt at the edge of the ledge and stared down at the dizzying drop to the sweeping cragged side of the black mountain below. It was at least three hundred feet. She swung her gaze left, studying the mountains that formed a wall around the valley.

Harsh black rock as far as her eyes could see.

Bleak against the dark grey sky of Hell

It was incredible. Formidable.

There was no way she was going to be able to climb up the mountain. It rose sharply from the cave?s ledge, rising up into a jagged peak. Other obsidian peaks met it further down, blending into the most dangerous set of mountains she had ever seen. Not even the world?s best climbers could scale them. She would have to go down into the valley.

Even that looked as if it was going to be easier said than done. Around a thousand feet down the mountain, the dark green trees began. They were strange and gnarled, with only a bare covering of leaves. Anais couldn?t help thinking that they looked like something right out of a movie, liable to come alive and capture her with their branches. Those branches were tangled together, forming a thick canopy. She couldn?t tell how tall the trees were from this height, or what the ground looked like.

Or whether there was ground down there and not a swamp filled with dangerous creatures just waiting to eat an unsuspecting mortal like her.

The trees seemed endless too. They covered the valley floor, from the furthest point she could see off to her left, to the end of her vision off to her right.

Anais realised something as she looked at the trees.

The valley had no open ends.

The black mountains rose to block it on all sides.

If she was going to leave, she was going to have to ascend one of the peaks and hope that she chose the right one. If she chose wrong, she could be faced with another valley, or worse.

Anais let thoughts of escape drift away.

There was no way to escape.

No need either.

She knew Loke better now and she felt sure that he would keep his promise. He would take her back to the Third Realm. If he didn?t, she would try her luck with the mountains and the forest that looked as if it might try to eat her. Until then, she would trust that he was going to fulfil his vow to her.

She stepped back from the ledge, determined to return to the fire before Loke found her gone.

A sudden rush of air swept down the mountainside, pushing her forwards. She grabbed her hair as it covered her face, wrestling the tangled golden ribbons back so she could see where she was going and wouldn?t fall off the ledge. Another blast of wind came.

Something clamped around her waist.

Anais gasped and tried to turn, sure that it was Loke behind her.

The black ground dropped away and she looked down instead, her eyes widening and a bolt of fear piercing her heart. Huge red scaly talons held her around her waist and legs, each thicker than her body. Glossy black claws pressed dangerously close to her skin and she did the only thing she could think of as her mind shut down and she realised with horror that it wasn?t Loke who had her.

She screamed.

The dragon bellowed in response to her shriek and shook her, rattling her right down to her bones and making her ache all over. She bit her tongue to stop herself from crying out and tried to prise the beast?s claws off her as her survival instincts kicked in. She would take a long drop to a swift death over being stolen by another dragon.

Anais attacked as best she could, alternating between punching the dragon?s talons and trying to get her fingers under its scales. She was going to yank the damned things off and make it hurt. The dragon kept flying, enormous dark red leathery wings beating the air, carrying them higher above the mountains.

The world beyond them came into view and Anais?s heart plummeted.

Nothing but more mountains and valleys for hundreds of miles.

If she had run away from Loke, she would have died out there. She never would have reached Sable and the others.

She wasn?t going to reach them now either.

She looked up at the huge red dragon that held her. The great beast kept its large golden eyes on the distance but opened its crocodilian jaw, revealing rows of deadly long white fangs as it roared again.

An answering roar came this time.

Loke.

Anais looked back towards the cave but saw only the barbed tip of the red dragon?s tail. The valley was so far away already, too distant for her to make anything out, but not far enough for her not to realise with disappointment that Loke wasn?t coming after her.

There was no blue dragon chasing them.

Anais ignored how her heart stung and went back to hitting the dragon?s paw, using both of her fists this time. She didn?t let up until the dragon dropped lower in the air as they swept over another mountain range.

Her hands fell to resting on the dragon?s talon as she stared down at the clearing below. Round stone huts filled most of the space, with what looked like an arena carved into the mountain beyond them and a large flat tract of land left open at the end of the village closest to her. Anais realised it was the dragon equivalent of a landing strip when the red beast holding her touched down there.

The second it set her down and released her, she turned on it, launching punches against anything she could reach. Two bare-chested men rushed forwards from a broad path between the thatched black stone huts and grabbed hold of her, pulling her away from the dragon. She fought them too, wrestling against their hold, even when she knew it was futile. They were far too strong for her.

The one to her left, a man with silver hair, muttered something in their language and his companion, a green-haired younger male, responded, a grin curving his lips and revealing sharp white teeth.

She stared at the dragon as it began to transform, waiting for it to turn into a red-haired man.

It was a woman.

A very beautiful woman with flame red hair.

Mahogany leather trousers formed over her legs and she twirled her hair up, tying it in a knot at the back of her head. Anais waited for another garment to appear over her ample breasts but nothing happened.

A golden dragon circled lazily above them, bright against the dark sky, and snorted. The woman looked up at the beast, her expression souring, and motioned for the men to follow her.

The men grunted and marched Anais into the village.

The moment they were clear of the landing strip, the golden dragon touched down.

She looked back at it and it stared right at her, its elliptical pupils stretching thin as it eyed her. It wasn?t as beautiful as Loke had been.

Her captor stormed ahead of her and her guards, still topless. When they entered the main area of the village, Anais realised that it wasn?t just her captor who was flashing her upper body. Every female she could see wore only trousers.

Every male she could see on the broad streets between the rows of huts stared at her, eyeing her in a way that made her skin crawl. She didn?t like how they looked at her. Fascinated. Awestruck. Hungry. When Loke looked at her that way, she found it appealing, but with these men, she only felt a deep need to flee.

To escape.

She had the feeling she had made a grave mistake by disobeying Loke and she was going to pay for it.

The men halted, jerking her to a stop with them, and she looked ahead of her, towards a larger round building that stood on a high solid black stone platform at the other end of an open square.

A golden-haired male lounged on an obsidian throne in front of the thatched hut, cragged mountains his grim backdrop. His large hands rested over the ornate ends of the arms of the throne and his deep bronze leathers stretched tight over long powerful legs that were spread, giving him a relaxed and easy-going appearance that his sharp golden gaze contradicted.

This man knew everything that was happening around him without even needing to look to confirm it.

Was he the dragon equivalent of a king?

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Four Days by Dannika Dark

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Four Days by Dannika Dark

Favorite Quotes

“Hold me like you would grains of sand, and remember how it takes so little for me to slip through your fingers.  I’ve been through so much pain in my life, and I’m careful with my heart.”
“I can’t sleep with all this around me.”  Lorenzo’s powerful arms embraced me and his heart thundered against his chest.  “Can you sleep with all this around you?”
“You are a woman to be worshipped.  I am a proud man who in all my years has never bowed to anyone.  But I would kneel before you,” he said, brushing his thumb across my cheekbone.  “You are a warrior, and in another life your spirit was a queen.”

Seven Series Reading Order

  1. Seven Years (Seven Series #1)
  2.  Six Months (Seven Series #2)
  3. Five Weeks (Seven Series #3)
  4.  Four Days (Seven Series #4)

 

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Excerpt

It was the longest

and shortest day and night of my life—one that was pressed in my memory like a

rose in a book. He said he’d never allowed a woman to stay the whole night, and

he definitely didn’t hold a woman as she slept. I also got the feeling he’d

never shown this side of himself to anyone—drawing more than just pleasure from

intimacy, but emotional comfort as well.

“Will you cuddle me

while I sleep?” I asked when he stood naked before me, drinking a bottle of

water.

“I’m one of the most

respected Packmasters in the territory. I’ve killed men for disloyalty, and

those who follow me do so out of fear. I don’t cuddle,” was all he said.

So my Thunder Wolf

crossed his arms and lay on his back, watching me in the mirror above the bed

as I rolled on my side and went to sleep. When my breathing became heavy and he

thought I’d drifted off, he scooted close behind me and nuzzled his face

against the nape of my neck. I took more pleasure in those secret gestures than

when he kissed me while awake. I’d always known that the way a man treats a

woman when no one is watching showed his true colors, but I’d never given it

thought beyond that. There is something pure and honest in the way a man treats

a woman when he thinks she isn’t aware. It shows the kind of man he truly is.

Now I knew with

absolute certainty that despite his stony presence and arrogant superiority, he

possessed a compassionate heart. Lorenzo Church was a man with two sides to his

life, like a coin.

 

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Wild and Free by Kristen Ashley

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Wild and Free by Kristen Ashley

Favorite Quotes

“Even if it’s to my peril, I think it’s pertinent to point out at this juncture that you’re in a serious fucking jealous rage and I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
“You opening your legs for me, call of the wild.”
I stared into Abel’s eyes as the words he sang poured into my soul, and I knew no matter what became of me, I’d live wild and free and full for the rest of my life.  Because he would give that to me.
“Oh just shut up and fuck me so we can get on with saving the world.
“I love you too, boa bei, with everything I am, and I’ll do it until the sun falls from the sky.

The Three Series Reading Order

  1. Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three Series Book 1) ←Sale 99¢
  2. With Everything I Am (The Three Series Book 2)  ←Sale 99¢
  3. Wild and Free (The Three Series Book 3)

Talent to Burn by Laura Welling

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Talent to Burn by Laura Welling

Favorite Quotes

Obviously sleeping with him would be a terrible idea, and I didn’t intend to regardless of good conversation, a couple glasses of wine, and an incredibly hot evening on the dance floor.  I still wished he had made a move on me.  So I could say no.
“Tell me then, Catrina, and tell me true, when was the last time you felt relaxed?  How can we get you to loosen up a little?” I flushed, thinking about how loose he’d gotten me in Vegas. A slow smile spread over his features, as if he’d read my mind.
“Compromise?”  He smiled, his lips irresistible, but I still held out.  “We can get a house with a white picket fence to live in, when we’re not stealing cars and being shot at.”  I laughed out loud, and closed the distance between us.

The Winter King by CL Wilson

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The Winter King by CL Wilson

Favorite Quotes

 “Beauty is too tame a word to describe you.”  He held her gaze for a long moment, and it wasn’t until he turned his attention back to her breasts that she realized she’d forgotten to breathe.  “But these,” he murmured, filling his palms with the weight of her breasts, “are indeed beautiful. Perfect.”
She gasped and arched her back, the motion thrusting her breasts closer to his mouth.  Her legs clenched tight around his waist.  Enemy king or no, in this at least she bowed to his conquest, and at the moment, it felt nothing like defeat.
“I love you.”  He lifted her closer, trailing a line of kisses from her mouth to her ear and whispered again, “I love you, Khamsin.  My own Summerlass.  I don’t have words enough to describe how much I love you.”

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Prologue ~ Scarlet on Snow King’s Keep Vera Sola, Summerlea “Do you have to go?” Seventeen year old Khamsin Coruscate clung to her beloved brother’s hand as if by her grip alone she could anchor him fast and keep him from leaving. “You know I do. Our treaties with the Winter King are very important.” “But you’ll be home soon?” Whenever he was gone, the ancient walls of the royal palace of Summerlea that had been her home and her prison since birth seemed somehow more confining, more restrictive. “Not this time, little sister.” Falcon shook his head. A strand of black hair that had pulled free of the queue at the back of his neck brushed against the soft, dark skin of his cheek. “It will take weeks to negotiate the treaties.” Khamsin scowled, and the wind began to gust, sending Kham’s habitually untamed hair whipping into her mouth and eyes. “Why does he have to send you? Why can’t his ambassador negotiate the treaty? He’s sending you away because of me, isn’t he? Because he doesn’t want you spending so much time with me.” Her hands clenched into fists. The wind sent her skirts flying and a dark cloud rolled across the sun. Their father, King Verdan IV of Summerlea, didn’t love her. She knew that. He kept her isolated in a remote part of the palace, hidden away from his court and his kingdom, on the pretext that her weathergifts were too volatile and dangerous and she couldn’t control them. That was all true. Kham’s gifts were dangerous, and she couldn’t control them any better than she could control her own temper. Until now, however, he’d never stooped to sending his other children away to keep them from visiting her. “Here now. Be calm.” Falcon smoothed her wayward curls back, tucking them behind her ears. Compassion and pity shone softly in his eyes. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you. But Father believes I’ll have the best chance of getting what we want from Wintercraig, and I agree with him.” Summerlea, once a rich, thriving kingdom renowned for its fertile fields and abundant orchards, had been in a slow decline for years. Although the nobles and king maintained a prosperous façade for political and economic purposes, beneath the gilded domes and bright splendor of Summerlea’s palaces and grand estates, the rough tatters of neglect were beginning to show. “Besides, you won’t be alone while I’m gone. You have Tildy and the Seasons.” “It isn’t the same. They aren’t you.” He was the handsome Prince of Summerlea, charming, witty, heroic. He’d lived a life of adventure, most of which he shared with her, entertaining her with the tales of his exploits…the places he’d seen, the people he’d met. His hunts, his adventures, his triumphs. No matter how much her nursemaid, Tildavera Greenleaf, doted on Khamsin, or how often the three other princesses, Autumn, Spring, and Summer, snuck away from their palace duties to spend time with their ostracized youngest sister, Falcon was the one whose visits she couldn’t live without. “Now there’s a pretty compliment. Careful, my lady. You’ll turn my head.” He smiled, and warmth poured into her. It was no wonder the ladies of their father’s court swooned at the slightest attention from him. Falcon had a magical way about him. He could he literally charm the birds from the trees with his name-gift—controlling any feathered creature on a whim–and the weathergift inherent in his royal Summerlander blood was stronger than it had been in any crown prince in generations. It was as if the Sun itself had taken up residence in his soul, and its warmth spilled from him each time he smiled. Kham took a deep breath. The sharp edge of her temper abated, and in the skies, the gathering storm began to calm. Perhaps King Verdan truly had chosen to send his only son as envoy to Wintercraig for political reasons. Long, long ago, as a small child crying herself to sleep, she’d decided Falcon was the reincarnation of Roland Triumphant, the Hero of Summerlea, the brave King who had defeated an overwhelming invasion force with his wit, his weathergifts, and a legendary sword reputed to be a gift from the Sun God himself. If anyone could charm the cold, savage folk of the north into concessions most favorable to Summerlea, Falcon could. “Will you at least write to me?” she asked. “I’ll send you a bird every week.” He tapped her nose and gave her a charming, roguish grin. “Cheer up. Just think of all the swordfights you’ll win when you’re fighting invisible opponents instead of me.” Kham rolled her eyes. He’d been teaching her sword-fighting for years, but she had yet to best him in a match. “You know,” she said as they walked towards the doorway leading back into the palace, “it might actually be a good thing that you’ll be spending months in Wintercraig.” “Oh?” “Yes. You can use that time to find out what happened to Roland’s sword.” Falcon tripped on an uneven flagstone and grabbed the trunk of a nearby tree to steady himself. “I’m sure I’ll be much too busy to chase fairy tales, Storm.” She frowned in surprise. “But you’ve always believed the stories were true.” Blazing, the legendary sword of Roland Soldeus, had disappeared shortly after the heroic king’s death. Legend claimed it was the Winter King, the father of Roland’s betrothed, who had spirited the sword away so Roland’s brother Donal couldn’t claim it. Every royal Summerlea Heir for the last two millennia had dreamed of finding the legendary blade and bringing it back home where it belonged. Falcon had spent years chasing lead after lead, determined that he would be the one to find Blazing and restore Summerlea to its former glory. “What about those letters?” she added. “The really old ones you found tucked in that monastery? You said they proved the stories were true.” “That was six years ago. I was seventeen. I wanted the stories to be true.” He gave her a quick hug and a brotherly kiss on the forehead. “I’ve got to run. I’m meeting with Father and his advisors to go over our list of demands and concessions one last time before I leave. I’ll see you in a few months.” “I’ll miss you every day.” She trailed after him, feeling bereft and forlorn when Falcon turned the corner and disappeared from view. But this time, she also felt confused. She’d never known Falcon to give up on something he felt passionately about. And he’d been passionate about finding Roland’s sword. He’d been certain he was on the right trail. He’d shared his discoveries with her because he knew she was just as hungry as he to find the legendary sword. So why would he deny it now? * * * Gildenheim, Wintercraig “She’s not good for you.” Wynter Atrialan, King of Wintercraig, cast a sideways glance at his younger brother. “Don’t say that, Garrick. I know you’ve never liked Elka, but in six months time, she will be my bride and your queen.” Garrick shook his long, snow-silver hair. Eyes as bright and blue as the glacier caves in Wintercraig’s ice-bound Skoerr Mountains shone with solemn intensity that made the boy look far older than his sixteen years. “You love too deeply, Wyn. From the moment you decided to take her to wife, you’ve blinded yourself to her true nature.” Wynter sighed. “I should not have shared my worries with you when I first met her.” Wyn was an intensely private man, but he’d never kept secrets from Garrick. Not one. Wyn had raised his brother since their parents’ death ten years ago. And in those years, he’d never tried to sweeten the ugly world of politics, never tried to gloss over his fears or concerns—even when it came to the more personal but still political matter of selecting a queen. If something happened to him, Garrick would be king, and Wyn didn’t want his brother thrown into such a position without preparation. Unfortunately, the years of openness and plain, unfettered talk had paid unanticipated returns. Because of his unflinching honesty with Garrick, no one in Wintercraig–no one in all the world, for that matter–knew him better than his young brother.
Not even Wyn’s lifelong friend and second-in-command, Valik. Such deep familiarity could be as troublesome as it was comforting. “She is cold,” Garrick insisted. “She does not love you as she should. She wants to be queen more than she wants to be your wife.” “Elka is a woman of the Craig. She is as reserved with her feelings as I.” “Is she? So that is why she laughs and smiles so warmly when the Summerlander is near?” Wynter frowned a warning at his brother. “Careful, Garrick. Elka Villani will be my wife and queen. Insult to her is insult to me.” “I offered no insult. I merely asked a question. And based on my observations, it’s a perfectly legitimate one.” “You are misreading what you see. Elka knows it’s vital the Summer Prince feels welcome here if we are to come to an amicable agreement.” The lush, fertile fields of Summerlea provided much needed sustenance to the folk of Wintercraig during the harsh, cold months of a northern winter. Their grains, fruits and vegetables, which Wintercraig bought with furs, whale oil and forest products, could mean the difference between life and death for his people during years when their own harvests were poor. That had, unfortunately, been quite often of late, since the summers had grown shorter and food from Summerlea had been growing steadily more dear after Wynter had taken the throne. Falcon Coruscate, son of the weathermage king who ruled Summerlea, had come three months ago at Wynter’s invitation to negotiate terms of a new treaty that would ensure longer summers in the north and more affordable trade in foodstuffs for the winters. “She makes him feel welcome to more than the court,” Garrick corrected. “She flirts.” Wyn arched a brow. “And if she does, where’s the harm in it? A pretty face and a sweet smile can persuade a man better than cold figures and dry treaties—especially self-indulgent peacocks like the Summer Prince.” He smiled when Garrick rolled his eyes. “You don’t remember our mother, but she could charm a Frost Giant into the fire. Father used to call her his secret weapon. Elka merely uses her gifts to aid the realm, as any good queen would.” Garrick gave a snort. “How fortunate that she takes to the task so well. All right, all right.” He held up his hands in surrender when his brother’s glance sharpened. He paused a moment, using hammer and chisel to chip unwanted ice from the frozen sculpture he was working on, then added, “But even if you trust her, you’d best keep an eye on the Summerlander. He’s up to something.” “Foreign dignitaries are always up to something. That’s called politics.” “He’s been asking too many questions about the Book of Riddles.” Wyn’s hand stilled momentarily in its work on his own sculpture. “Has he?” He tried to pull of nonchalance, but shouldn’t have bothered. Garrick knew him too well. “That’s what he’s really here for. To get the book and find Roland’s sword.” Roland’s sword was a fabled Summerlea weapon of inconceivable power. It had disappeared three thousand years ago, not long after the Summer King who first wielded it sacrificed his life to save his kingdom from invasion. Many myths and legends swirled around its disappearance. One of those legends suggested that the Winter King of that time, fearing the sword’s power would be misused by Roland’s successors, had smuggled the sword out of Summerlea and hidden it in a place it would never be found. The Winter King had also left behind a book of obscure clues and riddles that supposedly led to the sword’s secret hiding place, in case his own descendants one day had need of the legendary weapon’s vast power. “Well, good luck to him with that,” Wynter said. “The sword is a myth. It’s long gone by now, if it ever existed at all. And he won’t find whatever treasure the Book actually does protect, either, because he will never find the Book. It’s kept in a place no man can go.” “But Elka can.” He scowled. “Garrick, stop. She is my betrothed. She will be my queen. She would never betray me.” Garrick heaved a sigh. “Fine. She is your true and worthy love. I’ll never suggest otherwise again.” “Good.” Wyn pressed his lips together and focused on the small block of ice sitting on the pedestal before him. Patient as time itself, he carved away the excess ice until he revealed the hidden beauty inside. Fragile, shimmering, a bouquet of lilies emerged, petals curved with incredible delicacy, each flower distinct and perfect, rising up from slender stems of ice. “What do you think?” he asked when it was done. “That’s beautiful, Wyn. One of your best yet.” Wyn smiled. When it came to ice sculptures, Garrick hoarded his compliments like a miser. Only perfection earned his highest praise. “Do you think she will like it, then? Frost lilies are her favorite.” Garrick stepped abruptly away from his own sculpture–a complex scene depicting a family of deer welcoming their newest, spindly-legged member into the herd–and brushed the dusting of ice crystals from his furs. “Any woman who truly loves you would love it, Wyn. It’s obvious how much care you put into it.” “Then she will love it. You’ll see.” “I’m sure she will,” Garrick said, but his eyes held no conviction. “Coruscate!” Wynter’s roar shook the great crystal chandelier that hung in the entry hall of his palace, Gildenheim. He stormed up the winding stairs to the wing where royal guests were housed and burst into the suite that had been occupied for the last two months by the Prince of Summerlea. The rooms were empty, and judging by the state of the open drawers and the clothes flung haphazardly about, the inhabitants had vacated the place in a hurry. “He’s gone, Wyn.” Valik, Wynter’s oldest friend and second in command stepped into the room. “Laci checked the temple. The book’s gone, too.” Wynter swore under his breath. Barely two weeks ago, Garrick had warned him to keep an eye on the Summerlea Prince, and Wyn had dismissed his concerns with such blind, confidence! “When did they leave?” “About an hour after we left for Hileje. Elka and his guard went with him. Bron didn’t think anything of it. The Summerlander kept blathering about not letting some fire ten miles away ruin a good day’s hunt.” “We’d better start tracking them, then.” “There’s more, Wyn.” Valik hesitated, then said, “I think Garrick went after them. He and his friends rode out not long after the Summerlander. Bron heard them talking about something the Summerlander took that Garrick meant to get back.” Wyn’s jaw turned to granite. With Valik close on his heels, he ran back down to the courtyard. Still saddled and ready to ride, Wynter’s stallion was waiting in the hands of a stableboy, and beside him, a dozen of Wynter’s elite White Guard held Prince Falcon’s valet at swordpoint. The valet looked nothing like the sleek, meticulously turned-out peacock Wynter’s courtiers had mocked amongst themselves. He’d traded his velvet brocade livery for rough-spun woolens, a furred vest, and a heavy cloak. His knuckles were scraped, and his face sported a bruised jaw and an eye that was swollen shut and rapidly purpling. “We found him in the village trying to bribe a merchant to smuggle him out in a trade cart, Your Grace.” “Where is he?” Wyn grabbed the valet by his vest, yanking him up so fast the man’s feet left the ground. Wynter was tall, even for a man of the Craig, and holding the Summerlander at eye level left almost two feet between the man’s dangling toes and the icy stone of the courtyard. “Where is that Coruscate bastard you serve?” “I don’t know!” Clearly terrified, the man started babbling. “I swear to you, Your Majesty! I didn’t even know he was leaving until one of the maids delivered his note. And that only advised me to leave Wintercraig as quickly and quietly as possible.” “In other words, the coward abandoned you while saving his own skin.” Wyn threw the man aside. “Lock him up. If we don’t find his master, he can face the mercy of the mountains in his princ
e’s stead. The rest of you, mount up. Time to hunt.” Minutes later, Wynter, Valik, and two dozen White Guard were galloping down the winding mountain road that led from Gildenheim to the valley below. Wynter howled a call to the wolves as they went, sending a summons to the packs that were spirit-kin to his family’s clan. Wolves were faster in the dense woods, and they tracked by scent rather than sight. The Summerlanders’ smell was alien to this part of the world, so the wolves should have no trouble picking up their trail. He wasn’t sure if the prince would try heading south, towards Summerlea, or west to the Llaskroner fjord. The fjord was closer, and the port there was a busy one, full of strangers from distant lands. For thieves looking to get out of country quickly, that was the better destination. When the wolf call came from the west, Wyn knew he’d guessed right. He whispered to the winds, calling to the old Winterman in the north to blow his icy horn, then summoning the Vestras, the freezing maritime winds of the western seas to send their bone-chilling fog. As he and his men rode west, following the call of the wolves, the temperatures began to drop. If the Summer Prince fought back with his own weathergifts, that would pinpoint his location. If he didn’t, the rapidly worsening weather would slow his escape. Either way, Wynter would track him down, and make him pay for what he’d done to the people of Hileje. The prince had hours on him. That was the purpose of the fire in Hileje—a distraction to get Wynter and his men out of the palace so Falcon Coruscate could steal what he came for and make his escape. But the distraction had been much more than a mere fire. The Summerlanders had raped and murdered dozens of villagers, then locked the rest in the meeting hall and burned them alive. Eighty-six lives wiped out in one senseless act of violence. Eighty-six innocent Winterfolk who had depended on their king to protect them. And he had failed. The tone of the wolves’ howls suddenly changed, the howls becoming longer, mournful, announcing a loss to the pack. Wynter sent out his thoughts, connect to the pack mind and seeing through the wolves’ eyes as he searched for the source of that cry. He caught a glimpse of scarlet splashed across the snow, bodies that were clothed not furred. “No!” He knew instantly why the wolves howled and for whom. “No! Garrick!” He spurred Hodri faster, galloping at a reckless pace. The wind whistled past his ears. Snow flew from Hodri’s hooves. It didn’t take long to reach the clearing where the wolves had gathered. The smell of death filled the air—a dark odor Wynter had smelled before. It was a scent few men ever forgot. He reined Hodri in hard, leaping from saddle to ground before the horse fully stopped. The first two bodies were boys Wyn recognized. Garrick’s friends. Sixteen years old, the same age as Garrick. Arrow-pierced through their hearts. They’d been dead within minutes of being struck. A moaning cough brought Wyn scrambling to his feet. He half-ran, half-stumbled across the snow towards the source of the sound, but when he got there, he felt as if his heart had stopped beating. He fell to his knees. The coughing boy was Garrick’s best friend, Junnar. He’d been gut-shot, and the dark, matter-filled blood oozing from the wound told Wynter the boy was a dead man even though his body still clung weakly to the last threads of his life. Junnar lay atop the prone, lifeless figure of Wynter’s brother. An arrow–its shaft painted with the Prince of Summerlea’s personal colors –protruded from Garrick’s throat. “Garrick?” After moving Junnar to one side and packing his wound with snow to numb the pain, Wyn reached for his brother with trembling hands. His fingers brushed the boy’s face, and he flinched at the coldness of his brother’s flesh. Garrick had been dead for hours. Probably since before Wyn had left Gildenheim in pursuit. How could Wyn have lost the only family he had left in the world and not known it the instant it happened? Horses approached from Wynter’s back. Then Valik was there, laying a sympathetic hand on Wynter’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, my friend. I’m so sorry.” Wyn nodded numbly. The ache was consuming him. The pain so deep, so indescribable, it was beyond feeling. His whole body felt frozen, like the ice statues he and Garrick carved together. “Help Junnar.” How he spoke, he didn’t know. His voice came out a choked, gravelly rasp. “Make him as comfortable as you can.” “Of course.” He waited for Valik to lift Junnar and settle him off a short distance before gathering Garrick’s body into his arms. He held his brother for a long time, held him until Junnar breathed his last and the White Guard packed the bodies up for transport back to Gildenheim. Their hunt for Prince Falcon of Summerlea had ended the moment Wynter found his brother’s corpse. But there was no doubt in any of their minds that this was far from over. Wynter carried Garrick in front of him on Hodri’s back, cradling his body as he had so many times over the years after their parents had died and it had fallen to him to raise his brother. He carried him all the way to Gildenheim, releasing him only to the weeping servants who would prepare Garrick and the others for the funeral pyre. Wynter stood vigil by his brother’s side throughout the night. He murmured words of sympathy to the parents of the other lost boys, but shed no tears of his own though his eyes burned. At dusk the following night, he stood, tall and dry-eyed beside the pyres as the flames were lit and remained standing, motionless and without speaking, throughout the night and into the next morning. He stood until the pyre was naught but flickering coals. And when it was done and there was nothing left of his brother but ash, Wynter mounted Hodri and took the long, winding road to the Temple of Wyrn, which was carved into the side of the next mountain. Galacia Frey, the imposing and statuesque High Priestess of Wyrn, was waiting for him inside the temple. She had come the night before to bless his brother and the others and to light their pyres, before returning to the temple to await his visit. “You know why I have come.” Her eyes were steady. “I know. But Wyn, my friend, you know I must ask you to reconsider. You know the price.” “I know and accept it.”

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Then Liam smiled and patted him on the cheek.  He said in a gentle voice, “You’re a good dad.”  Astonished, broken wide open, Dragos felt something slide down his face.  He touched his cheek and discovered wetness.

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They’ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now resisting the sinful desires of their hearts is becoming impossible
He didn’t want this time with her to be full of sorrow. He wanted it to be full of love. He wanted to find Heaven with her before he faced Hell.
The thought that so strong a man needed her with such ferocity, that she could give him the strength that he sought with only a few honest words when he was so powerful in her eyes, awed and empowered her. It made her strong too.

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Dark Hunger on a Killing Moon by Aline Hunter

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“I know what you want.” He began moving down her body toward the paradise that awaited him. “And I’m going to give you everything you need.”

“Tell me how that feels, love. Tell me what it feels like when I’m so deep inside you that you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
“Perfect,” she sighed, arching her back. “Like we are meant for each other.”

“I see you, Bridon Walkyr. ALL of you. The man, the vampire,my Fated and my Chosen.”
He grinned. “Are you certain you don’t want to add parasite, leech, or bloodsucking bastard to that?”

Heat Rating: Nuclear
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I love a good enemies to lovers story, and this one hits all my marks: paranormal, hot sex, vampires, werewolves, magic, hot sex, suspense . . . did I mention hot sex?

It was all woven into a great story that pitted a vampire king against his fated mate, who was a werewolf and enemy. Poor Bridon, he lost his first mate and was alone for centuries while waiting for his mate to be reborn, and she ends up being raised to hate him. So, he has to struggle to not only capture her and her love, but also deprogram her from the hate speech she’s known.

Willow is a strong, alpha woman, and she doesn’t let Bridon push her around. But, she has a soft heart when it comes to her family, and Bridon uses that knowledge to win her over. He also has a timeline of getting her to become his mate, so he uses the rising of the moon and the mating heat against her. This leaves her with uncontrollable sexual urges, which leads to some very hot interactions between them as he woos her. We also get some suspense, side stories, and seeing a few characters from the previous book, but this can be enjoyed just fine without having read book one.[/box_light] [box_light]

Stop Dragon My Heart Around by Susannah Scott

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She would control herself this time, she would be cool, detached, and not go bat-shit crazy on him. She was moving on. People who’d moved on didn’t argue with their wannabe lovers.

Cozy was a fun night by a fireplace with marshmallows. Cozy was a grandmother knitting Christmas sweaters. Cozy was new puppies in a litter. Cozy was not what he had in mind to do in that tent with Tee.

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Though this is the second book in the series, you don’t need to read book one to understand the story, because this is all about Tee and Leonidas. *sigh* I love that name. Anyway, poor Leo has been in love with Tee for a few years, but since he is a dragon shifter, he doesn’t want to start anything with her unless she’s his mate. In this author’s world, unless the man finds his fated mate, he will lose his dragon shape, almost like losing a piece of his soul. And Tee has loved Leo just as long, but he’s always keeping her are arm’s reach and she finally decides to put her foot down, throw caution to the wind, and declare her love.

Unfortunately, before this can transpire, Leo has to save Tee and take her out of harms way, which puts them in close quarters for a few days. Now, the chemistry between them cannot be denied and they finally give in to the passion, and boy is it hot. This was a good addition to the series, and I can’t wait to read about the next 2 characters, as they have been dancing around being mated for years.

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MarissaMy first foray into the Romance genre came my freshman year in high school English, where the teacher had us all read books from several different genres. So, my first book boyfriend and PnR introduction, if you will, was Richard Merlin, from The Wizard of Seattle. Prior to that, I’d only read Fantasy or Sci-fi, with a little teen horror thrown in for angst. I was reading The Vampire Diaries decades before it was even a twinkle in the eyes of the producers. Now, I am addicted to PnR, always reading at least one book a week about vamps, wolves, angels, demons, Fae, or overall magic. Follow me on Goodreads

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★★★★½

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There was only one solution left – other than moving to Siberia – he’d have to do the bunny. And in do, he meant fuck her six ways from Sunday, in every position possible until his balls shriveled up and fell off.

“I care about you and the idea that someone might want to hurt you makes me want —”
“Have angry sex?”
“No, it makes me want to —”
“Have make-up sex?”
“No. Would you let me finish? It makes me want to —”
“I know, kill something.”

“I love you,” he announced. “You crazy, rascally rabbit. You drive me freaking mental. You make me want to gag you at times, mostly with my cock.”

Heat Rating: Molten
Genre: Paranormal, Humor
Series: Part of a Series, Should Be Read in Order—Furry United Coalition

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Furry United Coalition Series Reading Order

  1. Bunny and the Bear
  2. Swan and the Bear: Amazon
  3. Croc and the Fox: Amazon
  4. Lion and the Falcon: Amazon
  5. Doe and the Wolf: Amazon

Furry United Coalition Bundle set of books 1-3: Amazon

Marissa Says:
I love Eve Langlais. In a lot of her books, especially her shifter romances, it’s all about the sex and laughter. And in this series, you are not shorted of either of those. I highlighted so many funny passages in this story that I had to flip a coin on which ones to use for my review. Plus, if you aren’t laughing, you are holding your breath in suspense or getting all hot and bothered in the bedroom. Eve throws you curveballs in her stories, and it’s no different in this book that starts out the Furry United Coalition series (or FUC for short – see what she did there?).

In this series, Eve pairs up 2 animals that are on total opposites of the spectrum. Who would think a bear and a bunny could fall in love and live happily ever after? You’ll fall in love with Miranda, the super energetic and happy bunny as she tries to protect Chase, the grumpy grizzly bear. As she’s protecting him, she’s not only falling in love with him, she’s turning his frowns upside down. [/box_light] [box_light]

TRUE by Laurann Dohner

★★★★½

Favorite Quotes

“I’m mating you. It’s not up for debate. No one is taking you from me, ever.”

“You changed my life, True. I think I fell in love with you from the moment I met you and you spoke to me.”

“You took pain for me.” His voice deepened. “You suffered so I could live. I never thought anyone could love me, Jeanie.”

Heat Rating: Molten
Genre: Paranormal
Series: Part of a Series, Can Be Read Standalone — New Species

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New Species Series Reading Order

  1. Fury: Amazon
  2. Slade: Amazon
  3. Valiant: Amazon
  4. Justice: Amazon
  5. Brawn: Amazon
  6. Wrath: Amazon
  7. Tiger: Amazon
  8. Obsidian: Amazon
  9. Shadow: Amazon
  10. Moon: Amazon
  11. True

Marissa Says:
The latest in the New Species series, this one does not disappoint. I think True may be my favorite so far. We still get more back story of what the New Species endured while being raised and held for testing. I like how Laurann shows the ways the two main characters meet, fall in “like” with each other and then are separated against their wills. Then, True and Jeanie are reunited under a tense situation, and luckily he knows she belongs to him so he can protect her.

I thought there was a lot more suspense in this one as well, and of course, the bedroom antics were delightful as always. Those New Species males sure know how to please their mates. This was another great addition to the series, and though you can read this as stand alone, you do see a lot of the characters from previous books so there are some slight spoilers in this book.[/box_light]

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Paranormal Romance Books—April 16:

  • The Shadow Reader by Sandy Williams ★★★★½
  • Kinked by Thea Harrison ★★★★½
  • Cold Iron by D.L. McDermott ★★★★

Paranormal Romance Books, Superhero Edition—April 9:

  • Six Months by Dannika Dark ★★★★½
  • Blood Stained Tranquility by N. Isabelle Blanco ★★★★

Paranormal Romance Books, Superhero Edition—April 2:

  • Playing with Fire by Gena Showalter ★★★★★
  • Riding the Storm by Sydney Croft ★★★★½
  • Blade of Moonlight by Kimberly Dean ★★★★
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About Marissa

MarissaMy first foray into the Romance genre came my freshman year in high school English, where the teacher had us all read books from several different genres. So, my first book boyfriend and PnR introduction, if you will, was Richard Merlin, from The Wizard of Seattle. Prior to that, I’d only read Fantasy or Sci-fi, with a little teen horror thrown in for angst. I was reading The Vampire Diaries decades before it was even a twinkle in the eyes of the producers. Now, I am addicted to PnR, always reading at least one book a week about vamps, wolves, angels, demons, Fae, or overall magic. Follow me on Goodreads

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Best Paranormal Romance: The Shadow Reader, Kinked, Cold Iron

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The Shadow Reader by Sandy Williams

★★★★½

Favorite Quotes

No. No way. I don’t love Aren. I can’t because, damn it, I’m not one of those girls, the ones who have two men chasing after them but can’t make up their minds who to choose. If you can’t decide who you love more, you don’t love either of them enough.

I accept who he is, what he stands for, but I’m no longer able to be the girl in love with the honorable hero; I need someone who’s capable of forgetting his responsibilities for me. At least some of the time.

His lips are so close. I remember the way they felt pressed against mine. I remember his taste, the heat of his edarratae.
The smallest distance separates us when he whispers, “You don’t think I’m in love with you?”

Heat Rating: Feverish
Genre: Paranormal
Series: Part of a Series, Should Be Read in Order—Shadow Reader

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Shadow Reader Series Reading Order

  1. The Shadow Reader: Amazon
  2. The Shattered Dark: Amazon
  3. The Sharpest Blade: Amazon

Marissa Says
I first read this book back when it released in 2011, one of those recommendations from Amazon based on my previous buying history. And I could not put it down. For a first time author, Sandy had me hooked from the first pages, the twists she put on her Fae and world building were wonderful. I loved how she split the human world from the Fae world, showing their differences, but also letting you feel familiar when scenes were placed on the human side. Then, when you moved to the Fae realm, you were learning all about the history, the people, the war going on between the rebels and Kingdom. McKenzie was caught in the middle, having believed she’d been helping out the “good guys” for years, plus falling in love with the Fae soldier sent to protect her. But when she was captured by the rebels, she began to learn the other side of the story. She suddenly found herself conflicted not only about the war and her job, but also her feelings for the rebel leader, Aren and her Fae soldier, Kyol.

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Kinked by Thea Harrison

★★★★½

Favorite Quotes

He could cut himself on her, wrap her in his arms and be her buffer. Heal her from herself, bruise himself on her. Let her heal him. Let her be his buffer. They were so unapologetic, so kinked. He said, “We’re perfect.”

“Oh, you had me inside of you,” he growled. “You had me in your mouth, and I will never forget it. That moment is going to give me wet dreams for decades.

He had no words for what he saw. No words, except: “I think you might be both my suicide and my salvation.” And he needed her for both. “I love you like a heart attack, woman.”

Heat Rating: Fire
Kink Level: Mild = Some power play
Genre: Paranormal
Series: Part of a Series, Can Be Read Standalone—Novel of the Elder Races

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Novel of the Elder Races Series Reading Order

  1. Dragon Bound: Amazon
  2. Storms Heart: Amazon
  3. Serpents Kiss: Amazon
  4. Oracle’s Moon: Amazon
  5. Lord’s Fall: Amazon
  6. Kinked: Amazon
  7. Night’s Honor: Amazon (pre-order)

Marissa Says:
Thea is one of my go-to authors, ever since I found her first book, Dragon Bound (see my review here), and I fell in love with her overbearing dragon. In this book, we see one more of Dragos’ inner circle fall to that thing called love. And it’s not an easy fall, because Aryal and Quentin hate each other’s guts. A lot. In fact, they get banished because of all the fighting against each other they do. But, as was the intended result, they eventually have to come together as partners to save themselves and a few Elves that have wandered into an old Elven land. Now, both of these characters are ultimate alphas, neither one of them wants to give in, so watching them fight over who’s on top is both sexy and funny. Of course, in the end, Aryal softens towards Quentin, even asking for hugs from him, when before she would have rather shot him in the foot before caving like that.

Sometimes opposites do attract, and this story is one shining example of that cliché, full of suspense, action, and a love story.[/box_light] [box_light]

Cold Iron by D.L. McDermott

★★★★

Favorite Quotes

He didn’t answer. But he should have said, “When you least expect.” Because when her eyelids fluttered closed and her head fell back and she didn’t think she could get any closer to heaven, he slid inside her to the hilt.

I love you. It was too soon to say such a thing to a mortal, but he had lived for millennium, knew himself and the world so well that there was no room for doubt. He loved her.

Heat Rating: Fire
Genre: Paranormal
Series: Part of a Series, Should Be Read in Order—Cold Iron

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Cold Iron Series Reading Order

  1. Cold Iron: Amazon
  2. Silver Skin: Amazon
  3. Stone Song: Amazon (Preorder — Releases June 9th)

Marissa Says:
I have to admit, I was pulled in by the cover and title, not even thinking it was a romance story. I love history, fables, stories from other cultures, and the Fae mythology has always held a special place on my list. The story started out in Ireland, but ended in Boston, where we meet a whole cast of characters, both human and Fae. We see lots of sexual tension and suspense revolving around Conn and Beth.

This book did not disappoint, giving me world building, new additions to the mythology that I hadn’t read before, and a love story between a hardened and cruel Fae soldier and a seemingly human archaeologist.

Plus, there were characters you just couldn’t wait to see die a horrible death, but I won’t tell you if I got my wish or not. You’ll have to read this to find out.

I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for sharing my honest opinion.[/box_light]

Paranormal Books April 16

Paranormal Romance Books, Superhero Edition—April 9:

  • Six Months by Dannika Dark ★★★★½
  • Blood Stained Tranquility by N. Isabelle Blanco ★★★★

Paranormal Romance Books, Superhero Edition—April 2:

  • Playing with Fire by Gena Showalter ★★★★★
  • Riding the Storm by Sydney Croft ★★★★½
  • Blade of Moonlight by Kimberly Dean ★★★★

Paranormal Romance Books, Vampire Edition—March 26th:

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About Marissa

MarissaMy first foray into the Romance genre came my freshman year in high school English, where the teacher had us all read books from several different genres. So, my first book boyfriend and PnR introduction, if you will, was Richard Merlin, from The Wizard of Seattle. Prior to that, I’d only read Fantasy or Sci-fi, with a little teen horror thrown in for angst. I was reading The Vampire Diaries decades before it was even a twinkle in the eyes of the producers. Now, I am addicted to PnR, always reading at least one book a week about vamps, wolves, angels, demons, Fae, or overall magic. Follow me on Goodreads

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BLOG TOUR: Once Bitten, Twice Shy by CC Wood

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy by C.C. Wood

★★★★½

Favorite Quotes
I had gone to bed alone the night before, shared foreplay in a dream, and woken up to find a man in my bed. Screw all those romance novels on my Kindle, I had enough stuff happening in my own life to write one of my own.

It was the feeling of him holding me down that threw me over the edge. My back arched so hard only my head touched the mattress and I cried out. The peak was high and sharp enough to cut me in two. The pleasure was so intense it burned like fire throughout my body. Each time I thought it was ending and that I would come down, Lex pushed me higher and harder. It hurt. Ecstasy and inescapable agony centered on the point between my legs. I screamed, unable to endure it any longer.

Just as I reached out to him, inviting him into my mind, he struck. I felt his fangs sink into my skin, but it was a delicious pain. At the first pull of his mouth, the tsunami of my orgasm broke over me, breaking down every wall, every defense I erected around my heart and mind. I belonged to him. He owned me, body and soul. And he would for eternity.

Heat Rating: Molten
Kink Level: Mild = Some power play
Genre: Paranormal
Series: Part of a Series, Should Be Read in Order—Bitten Series

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Bitten Series Reading Order

  1. Bite Me: Amazon — Read Marissa’s ★★★★½ Recommendation Here
  2. Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Marissa Says:
In the second installment of the Bitten series, the plotline that began in book one is continued, with the evil vampires wanting to take over the world and kill one of the characters. Ivie is caught in the middle, especially as a human, but she shows how strong and resilient she can be when saving her vampire friends with her special power. We follow Ivie as she learns to overcome her traumatic experience at the hands of vampires from book one. Not only is she living with daily nightmares, she also has to fend off the advances of a several hundred year old vampire named Alexander, who won’t give up on having her. But, once she does give in to Lex, the encounters are scorching and lean towards BDSM. Also, we see the dynamic between her and Donna from the first book, who is her best friend and hell bent on matchmaking. I love the banter between Ivie and her friends, it reminds me of a certain Smuffin book club. You won’t go wrong with this series, both books are quick and sexy reads, with a barrel of funny dialogue. I can’t wait for book 3 about the next friend in the group, who was foreshadowed at the end. (I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion.)[/box_light]

Once Bitten Twice Shy

Blurb:
I used to think that my life was boring. I resigned myself to the rut I was stuck in. Then my entire existence was turned upside down.

In the last six months, I’ve learned things that would get me committed to an asylum if I repeated them. First, I was kidnapped by vampires. Yes, vampires. Sounds crazy, right? My best friend, Donna, became one of the fanged after that little adventure and hooked up with a hot, Scottish vampire named Conner. They’re even planning a wedding.

Secondly, I learned not all vampires are evil. In fact, some of them are downright sexy.

Alexander Dimitriades has it all. He’s tall, dark, and handsome and manages to give me tingles in all the right place and also make me laugh. Unfortunately, to be with him, I would have to give up my humanity and I like being human. Then, there’s the fact that the whole drinking blood thing gives me the heebie jeebies.

To make matters worse, there are plans in motion to change the place vampires hold in the human world. And I’m caught in the middle, between the vampire I’m falling in love with and a group that wants to create a vampire dictatorship, with humans as slaves.

Now, all I want is my calm, normal life back. As my friend, Ricki, likes to say, “Be careful what you wish for because it might come and bite you on the ass.” I hate it when she’s right.

Author Bio:
A native Texan, C.C. grew up either reading or playing the piano. Years later, she’s still not grown up and doing the same things. Since the voices in her head never shut up, C.C. decided to try and profit from their crazy stories and started writing books.

Now that she has a baby girl at home, C.C.’s non-writing time is usually spent cleaning up poopy diapers or feeding the poop machine. Sometimes she teaches piano, cooks, or spends time bugging her hubby and two beagles.

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Giveaway
CC Wood is giving away lots of Bitten goodies!

Grand Prize: 2 autographed copies of the Bitten series – including Bite Me and Once Bitten, Twice Shy
1st Place Prize: 3 autographed copies of Bite Me
2nd Place Prize: 4 CC Wood swag bags full of goodies

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About Marissa

MarissaMy first foray into the Romance genre came my freshman year in high school English, where the teacher had us all read books from several different genres. So, my first book boyfriend and PnR introduction, if you will, was Richard Merlin, from The Wizard of Seattle. Prior to that, I’d only read Fantasy or Sci-fi, with a little teen horror thrown in for angst. I was reading The Vampire Diaries decades before it was even a twinkle in the eyes of the producers. Now, I am addicted to PnR, always reading at least one book a week about vamps, wolves, angels, demons, Fae, or overall magic. Follow me on Goodreads

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