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Please note, I am currently not accepting any new review requests. Sorry!Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.comBlogger1248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-71428867813380528322023-11-03T18:24:00.000+00:002023-11-03T18:24:19.222+00:00Book Review of Sins of the Father (After The Storm #3) by Dianna Hardy<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGhAe_Y9ikH8X1QG35UDM4gXdc7K3ascd24E8jLbhZEeX_lZIQ5Yzyb-9foeWeTJgDq_v3U1C64ezsek090LJXnA4eOp3BIs9unS4fbxzOt_0RFehwiIRfBA1_3rBAGU3F01fU_TAvpWAch2P5CkD8jbdBgf6q11pm6dON6GCOspjGD4LTRuALW0waZU0/s466/Sins%20of%20the%20Father.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="291" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGhAe_Y9ikH8X1QG35UDM4gXdc7K3ascd24E8jLbhZEeX_lZIQ5Yzyb-9foeWeTJgDq_v3U1C64ezsek090LJXnA4eOp3BIs9unS4fbxzOt_0RFehwiIRfBA1_3rBAGU3F01fU_TAvpWAch2P5CkD8jbdBgf6q11pm6dON6GCOspjGD4LTRuALW0waZU0/w250-h400/Sins%20of%20the%20Father.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><b><u>Synopsis:</u></b></p><p><span class="a-text-italic" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic !important;">An Eye of the Storm Novelette</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 700 !important;">Ryan is the only one who fully remembers the series of events that took place five months ago, the night of Himet and Yemet's storm. Having experienced the death of two of his mates, having fought to keep his third alive, and having to overcome the realisation he unwittingly sent Hendrickson and Amelia into what would become their tomb, he finds himself battling flashbacks of murdering Nikolai and in doing so, forcing torturous pain – and perhaps death – upon Nikolai's mate, Carrie.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />As Lydia goes into labour, the imminent arrival of their first three children – innocent of every dark thing in the world – has him questioning all his choices, and the need to find Carrie, whether alive or dead, becomes a thirst he cannot quench.</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span><span class="a-text-italic" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic !important;">Publisher's note: After the Storm is a series of novelettes that take place at relevant points in the immediate months and years after Eye of the Storm. They concentrate on the healing our characters need to go through after everything that happened. They do not need to be read to understand the main story – they are additional reads for fans that also contain 'Easter eggs' for what is to come.</span></p><p><b><u>Review:</u></b></p><p><b><u><br /></u></b></p><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/195817740-sins-of-the-father" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img border="0" alt="Sins of the Father (After the Storm, #3)" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1691374969l/195817740._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/195817740-sins-of-the-father">Sins of the Father</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4414284.Dianna_Hardy">Dianna Hardy</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5923613664">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
<strong>Exciting read!</strong><br /><br />Sins of the Father is the third novella in the After the Storm series and is set a few months after the last book of the Eye of the Storm series, Reign of the Wolf.<br /><br />Ryan is a fascinating character whom I fell in love with in the first book of the Eye of the Storm series, Releasing the Wolf. He is a complex individual with many sides to him. No wonder Lydia fell in love with him, too. He radiates strength and determination, as well as love and compassion. However, he is also hiding a dark burden that threatens his happiness from the events that occurred in not only his past but in the present. Ryan will need all he has to confront his fears and face the future with his mates.<br /><br />The story starts not literally with a bang, but it takes off and it keeps going. The intensity is palpable and it keeps the reader hooked from beginning to end. The author has a way of describing the feelings of her characters, and it sucker-punches you right in the gut. She made me cry! Twice!<br /><br />Ryan has already had some of his history told in the Eye of the Storm series, but his feelings of shame about what happened to him pales in comparison to the panic he feels with the imminent birth of the triplets. It's difficult to review this book without spoilers, so I will say that I'm in awe of the growth of not only Ryan but all the characters in the book, especially Taylor with his newfound maturity. Although Lydia is busy birthing their children, so doesn't have much inclusion in this tale, she makes her mark. Lawrence also isn't in most of the scenes, but since he's the king, I'm looking forward to reading the next novella, which I presume will be from his point of view. There are a few Easter eggs in this series that tie to another series written by this author, so if you haven't read The Witching Pen series or the Blood Shadow series, now's the time to do it.<br /><br />All in all, this novella is an emotional roller-coaster from beginning to end. I can't wait for the final book in this series, but I'm dreading it in turn, as I know that all good things come to an end and I will miss these four wolves who have wormed their way into my heart. However, I'm also looking forward to seeing some of the other characters in the Blood Shadow series again.<br /><br />I do not recommend this book/series to young readers due to the mention of sex and violence. However, if you love steamy paranormal, urban or fantasy romance mixed with magic, I highly recommend this book and series.
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Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-72179651601008824942023-08-03T15:33:00.000+01:002023-08-03T15:33:51.984+01:00Book Review of Twisted Roots (After the Storm Book 2) by Dianna Hardy<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh127qaLIrjHpZ9Ng8a7KAsgq5El31N7jGCTHjwacZOezcC0vy0NPzo_BYVgil-zEssoxj12pTU4f5sU9-UQMlMZpU5e2il0LH-Udn4SPLkGrFTKtR4IvIjS_my0SJfX457HxxhPWn5LKn_k7V-wYW9N1ITwu3MiOwDoNRMTYVeUUvc-2k_LFqPUbQkZ05X/s3200/43683099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3200" data-original-width="2000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh127qaLIrjHpZ9Ng8a7KAsgq5El31N7jGCTHjwacZOezcC0vy0NPzo_BYVgil-zEssoxj12pTU4f5sU9-UQMlMZpU5e2il0LH-Udn4SPLkGrFTKtR4IvIjS_my0SJfX457HxxhPWn5LKn_k7V-wYW9N1ITwu3MiOwDoNRMTYVeUUvc-2k_LFqPUbQkZ05X/w250-h400/43683099.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b><u><span style="font-family: inherit;">Synopsis</span></u></b></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">An Eye of the Storm Novelette</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Five months after the storm, Taylor is the most comfortable he's ever been in his skin. Despite the guilt that occasionally creeps up on him over Sarah's death, he counts his blessings every day, especially for the love and care he receives and shares with his three mates - his pack. No wolf is as 'wolf' as Taylor's become, and the most joyful day of his life is literally just <a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer;" tabindex="-1"></a>around the corner.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But something's pressing against the edges of his memory - a scent; a voice - there was something he missed in the delirious state he was in when he was bitten almost a year and a half ago.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why it's emerging now, he has no idea, but it won't leave him be. It's grasped him like a need for air and he finds himself following the promise of something near, yet intangible; a truth he senses; something 'his' he needs to find...</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Right back at the start.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(Publisher's Notes: A treat for fans! After the Storm is a series of novelettes that take place at relevant points in the immediate months and years after Eye of the Storm. They do not need to be read to understand the main story, but are additional reads for fans and offer Easter eggs for what’s to come.)</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><b><u><span style="font-family: inherit;">Review 4*</span></u></b></div><div dir="auto"><b><u><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></u></b></div><div dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Twisted Roots is a new long-awaited novella from Dianna Hardy. I loved her Eye of the Storm series and the first book in the After the Storm series. Twisted Roots is set several months after the events in the Eye of the Storm series.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Taylor is one of my favourite characters from the Eye of the Storm series. He has grown much within the series, and in this novella, he grows even more. He dealt with losing his old life as a human now he's a werewolf, or so he thought. Now Lydia is due to give birth, he finds himself struggling with old insecurities and what happened to his wife, Sarah, on that fateful night he became a werewolf. Determined to finally lay all ghosts to rest, Taylor, with the help of Lawrence, takes a trip to the place where his life as a human ended.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This novella ties up some of the loose ends that were unresolved for Tayor. Told from his point of view, the story takes the reader on a journey into the past and the future. The only complaint I have is that this book was over too quickly as I would have loved for Taylor to explore or investigate what happened to a particular piece of jewellery that Sarah wore that night. Nevertheless, I enjoyed meeting the characters again. Now I am eagerly awaiting Ryan's novella.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dianna Hardy, after taking a hiatus from writing for several years, has come back with a bang. She is one of my favourite authors and I have missed reading her work. I am glad she has decided to sit behind a keyboard once more.</span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Although there is no explicit sex, there's descriptive violence in Taylor's attack. Therefore, I do not recommend this book to young readers or those who may be triggered due to violent scenes within the story. However, I highly recommend this book if you love paranormal romances with sexy werewolves.</span></div></div></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-13704154198105549062022-03-08T12:00:00.001+00:002022-03-08T12:00:00.182+00:00Author Bio and Book Blitz: Glenn Beavers<p> Today, I have the pleasure of introducing you to Glenn Beavers, a British children's book author.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9ZF_jpkHCIq6wJ1U-jAi8h6kCWaXGJIAGvXczC8Y15FZ6pqAwvHVqaoY4xoZo9Z9OX5aDM-O6PB1mt6R53S_kxbFuH5kVBfko3SIIp2ws1CrVZon5Am4Qc9vU4_ul2KxvC391lKsrcSiYFF1nMyEyW0elrQez2g14hpiRtzWoSxqPSmXwHmdIbEOhfQ=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9ZF_jpkHCIq6wJ1U-jAi8h6kCWaXGJIAGvXczC8Y15FZ6pqAwvHVqaoY4xoZo9Z9OX5aDM-O6PB1mt6R53S_kxbFuH5kVBfko3SIIp2ws1CrVZon5Am4Qc9vU4_ul2KxvC391lKsrcSiYFF1nMyEyW0elrQez2g14hpiRtzWoSxqPSmXwHmdIbEOhfQ=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Glenn is a welder by trade but began making up and telling stories to his young grandson when he came to stay. His grandson encouraged him to write them down, which has led to several years of notes, ideas, and concepts. Glenn had amassed a few short stories that he self-published. However, he wasn't content with just writing short stories, so he began writing his first novel for children: SWIFT 1: Mindy, a New Breed, published in 2019. He then decided to re-edit and bundle his short stories into a series. Thus, the Grandparents, Parents and Children series came into being. After publishing SWIFT, Glenn began working on a new series, Rasta Christmas and the Santa Corps. Rasta Christmas and the Santa Corps: The summer connection is the first book. He also began work on the second book in the SWIFT series, Ramsbottom Betty's Revenge. Then, during the pandemic of 2019/2020, Glenn began working on the second book in the Rasta Christmas series, Rasta Christmas And The Santa Corps: Santa Girl. Today, he is still coming up with ideas for all series and potentially other stories, too.<div><br /></div><div>Let's get to know him better. I sent him some questions, which he kindly answered:</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? </b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">I played with the idea for over ten/fifteen years, not really thinking I could or not entirely taking the notion seriously.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>2. How long does it take you to write a book? </b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Good question. How long is a piece of string? It depends on my time dedicated to the idea and the ideas I generate to make a story come together. My shortest a few weeks, then the editing and design, ending up months.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>3.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>What do you think makes a great story? </b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Something that captures people's /children's imaginations. Something they become a part of.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>4. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">To be truthful erratic, and inconsistent. This aspect I need to work on and dedicate myself to the project.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>5. How do you balance family and writing?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">It's really not a problem at the moment; life in general, work, living, day-to-day events do cause interference. </div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>6. Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Ideas I don't usually have a problem with; something will generally pop out of my head. Any information otherwise is by asking people or googling for information. </div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>7. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book/s?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Despite the industry being very hard to break into, or, in my case, it has been. The surprising things are the fact I can do this, and secondly, I'm blown away when both adults and children say they really liked them or even loved them, which I do get. That feels very satisfying. It feels good, especially with being a welder for over forty years. This is quite different.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>8. How many books have you written? Which is your favourite? </b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Twelve books so far, my favourite at a squeeze would be Rasta Christmas and the Santa Corps. But all of them, really. When you hatch an idea then turn it into a story and children or parents like it, that is a very cool feeling.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>9. Are your characters based on anyone you know?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">No, not really, not as yet.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>10. Do you have a favourite place you love to write?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">If given a choice at a desk with a view. When writing and stopping for a while, I tend to daydream and then ideas flow from fresh air, not all the time but quite often. </div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />1<b>1. What do you like to do when you are not writing?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Just get on with life; whatever that is at that moment in time.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>12. Do you have any suggestions to help aspiring writers better themselves and their craft? If so, what are they? </b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Just do it, do it to any level you feel comfortable with a nice simple little story for friends and family or a best seller. AND DO NOT LISTEN TO PEOPLE WHO SAY YOU CANT!!!</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>13. As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">When I grew up one of two and don't ask me why I have no idea, A) Vicar and B) a Comedian.</div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>14. What are your favourite books, and which authors inspire you?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">To start with Steven King then James Clavell. I read Lord of the Rings. J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter I think for me; her use of words is like liquid velvet, I think she's a great writer. But I tend to love auto and biographies. Mainly of people who have struggled then come out on top and won through, A bit like a kind of Rocky, it could be a simple thing but someone who has struggled and done well. </div></div></blockquote><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><b>15. What are you working on now?</b><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">Geoffrey. Possibly which is a tall order or I cant choose, Rasta three, SWIFT three, George and Queenie two or even a blobysaurus stand alone spin off from Queenie. So not really sure.</div></div></blockquote><p><b>Author Links:</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19832012.GLENN_BEAVERS" target="_blank">Goodreads</a> ; <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCv1Cae34MxjdXfbIVACfL-Q" target="_blank">YouTube</a> ; <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHAQFSchJWSsOsJyTmXcGMg" target="_blank">YouTube 2</a></span></p><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Now we've met Glenn, let's take a look at his books and series. We'll start with the Grandparents, Parents and Children's series. Currently, there are six books in the series. They are available individually and in a single volume as a collection. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>The first book in the series is <b>Grandad and the Giraffes (Grandparents, Parents and Children Book 1)</b>:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhq1dRY3mC5BlbrxfkpIUOmEbuarQQbzpHxK56Ax7sAm0PiFrBpfxZFoXDMR5npQaSIwOhpfFe7txJ3TrVUaW3WeirAvRFlXduHWYXUTMCSAtY9YHHd4qxMjWMjUrjnjpxvVF0vq4sMGFx5VCPXBCtWuPMtRuGbYoh-uKpkcTYkDOl92xzMZjHaHASw9g=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhq1dRY3mC5BlbrxfkpIUOmEbuarQQbzpHxK56Ax7sAm0PiFrBpfxZFoXDMR5npQaSIwOhpfFe7txJ3TrVUaW3WeirAvRFlXduHWYXUTMCSAtY9YHHd4qxMjWMjUrjnjpxvVF0vq4sMGFx5VCPXBCtWuPMtRuGbYoh-uKpkcTYkDOl92xzMZjHaHASw9g=s320" width="257" /></a></div><div><br /></div><b>Synopsis:</b><div><br /></div><div>Why do all giraffes look the same – or do they? It's almost as though Grandad was there with the monkeys and the giraffes. 'In the time of the giraffe, giraffes were wondrous creatures.' 'How, Grandad? How, different?' So Grandad tells the story of what happened to the incredibly coloured giraffe clans.</div><div><br /></div><div>The second is <b>Mum's Turn to Drive (Grandparents, Parents and Children Book 2)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIsNBPQvHF-AQwVGLUnKcPyn_VQ2ydDfJxQhUTcUpllaEUgKfH4_tDoj6qaV9om7QPNyEtugS78ST8JC-KNCrHXvKPOdeKsKnX405Sy_ja0Hwshumra6DyHigxk8-Usp2G2sY_JdyoGRDzeF7itGrAYjW2tcMeiDNYNf07Qk4qFuVAIsYmG3liBw-WGA=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIsNBPQvHF-AQwVGLUnKcPyn_VQ2ydDfJxQhUTcUpllaEUgKfH4_tDoj6qaV9om7QPNyEtugS78ST8JC-KNCrHXvKPOdeKsKnX405Sy_ja0Hwshumra6DyHigxk8-Usp2G2sY_JdyoGRDzeF7itGrAYjW2tcMeiDNYNf07Qk4qFuVAIsYmG3liBw-WGA=s320" width="257" /></a></div><div><br /></div><b>Synopsis:</b><br /><div><br /></div><div>This story is not about everybody's mother, or everybody's father. But it is about an exciting journey to school. Does it sound just a little like yours? The girls are excited. Today, mum is driving them to school. It's sure going to be fun to see who dares cross her path!<br /><div><br /></div></div><div>The third book is <b>Noah the Bullfighter and Caballito (Grandparents, Parents and Children Book 3) </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhotCxZFFSWQebzcE1EbTBW9ZFuF69No42gTPE42t-NV-OxQAG3uhnt4aheGxYzv15PPQBM5HDOP6QoJP-_zUQU-68VD4CczYqD_LQJSmitkhtFW5XRhYfU3-nrGNRRF70avqXNxBh7m11sqWpe8YNqlmteWQgOiwe5iHJWr81gOXRsZnZFTsi_vXVxrw=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhotCxZFFSWQebzcE1EbTBW9ZFuF69No42gTPE42t-NV-OxQAG3uhnt4aheGxYzv15PPQBM5HDOP6QoJP-_zUQU-68VD4CczYqD_LQJSmitkhtFW5XRhYfU3-nrGNRRF70avqXNxBh7m11sqWpe8YNqlmteWQgOiwe5iHJWr81gOXRsZnZFTsi_vXVxrw=s320" width="257" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Synopsis: </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>There was a prophecy that, one day, all the bulls in Spain would be saved from bullfighting. Even Caballito, the most feared bull in all of Spain. Join young Noah as he finds out if that day has finally come.</div><div><br /></div><div>The fourth book is <b>Quincy the Miserable Dragon (Grandparents, Parents and Children Book 4)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFckCdoKCcZlW7owAvij2vtN1w0Te0CGDXPzJ6dkI0w5qytncv6q-ps-hGTAQqu1YGDC5Oqu7i3HYiZGRBa4ZXITic3q8ghAtsk2wXVdsr1UipuSxSxppKUizd1XkRL5NBDStAzBWbZ1ffigtZa17Kce-rpU5NiDmoHQlJy4mSFvegei6ZBv2ANFIkzQ=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFckCdoKCcZlW7owAvij2vtN1w0Te0CGDXPzJ6dkI0w5qytncv6q-ps-hGTAQqu1YGDC5Oqu7i3HYiZGRBa4ZXITic3q8ghAtsk2wXVdsr1UipuSxSxppKUizd1XkRL5NBDStAzBWbZ1ffigtZa17Kce-rpU5NiDmoHQlJy4mSFvegei6ZBv2ANFIkzQ=s320" width="257" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Synopsis:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Why is Quincy soooo miserable? Especially during BBQ season. Someone needs to show him just how special he is and put a smile back on his face.</div><div><br /></div><div>The fifth book is <b>The Loneliest Star (Grandparents, Parents and Children Book 5)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxDvOcYGKvoPC9pxJ4tqTUnKoORaKwkk3Mj08STapczFxgG26nMRImhfCJQxIxXHOncxwJQbdGubTXdlT4NtvQO36E6OgbtO7vCbuET9Q8nGMFPVvPHDUY2n5xkdJ65e3LLIRrTdwcfg_X_hyfNx1wcuQLX-hT5c8aGqKIm1HqjEbmCyuIb97upZoWqg=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxDvOcYGKvoPC9pxJ4tqTUnKoORaKwkk3Mj08STapczFxgG26nMRImhfCJQxIxXHOncxwJQbdGubTXdlT4NtvQO36E6OgbtO7vCbuET9Q8nGMFPVvPHDUY2n5xkdJ65e3LLIRrTdwcfg_X_hyfNx1wcuQLX-hT5c8aGqKIm1HqjEbmCyuIb97upZoWqg=s320" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Synopsis:</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div>Have you ever felt that nobody is listening to you? He was a lonely star with a big heart. It took a boat in peril to help his true character shine through. After you've enjoyed the story, get out your colouring pencils and make the pictures your own.</div><div><br /></div><div>The sixth book is <b>The Spider Who Was Afraid of Heights (Grandparents, Parents and Children Book 6)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGv6WA_OkGECGFdBrgs6XcqZVjzn61dgu4CpWCJwarQbYBDo9Ex6mKLvgdTq8Bvhga7Hrc-6jBYoZn_1UrtoE1LEGbJ4km7beOPgC0J_0pjQ5WTe1uggCHOAtiXk8Mr7mqP3GDS2B5i-BCdDEwY-rBk0AH0hRTgVbn2j7FTEmSEG_krHa0EB9NBHJ9bQ=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="403" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGv6WA_OkGECGFdBrgs6XcqZVjzn61dgu4CpWCJwarQbYBDo9Ex6mKLvgdTq8Bvhga7Hrc-6jBYoZn_1UrtoE1LEGbJ4km7beOPgC0J_0pjQ5WTe1uggCHOAtiXk8Mr7mqP3GDS2B5i-BCdDEwY-rBk0AH0hRTgVbn2j7FTEmSEG_krHa0EB9NBHJ9bQ=s320" width="258" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b>Synopsis:</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div>If you've you ever been turned to ice by fear, then listen to what happened to Morgan. If you are quick enough to catch him he'll tell you how he overcame his fear – by taking tiny steps. After you've enjoyed the story, get out your colouring pencils and make the pictures your own.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, the entire collection can be found in <b>Grandparents, Parents and Children Collected Stories: Volume One.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGDLlwV0KYJn9vXnqT0Ga8Kf0ioAMqUjuQKVlN9QSly-re1qcI--GDhs7cPaPyiWizyBLcGmOWDwNU51yTdxwCTsPlIbaHpY24_QHHOahCY4uelQ_voK9rJW0oGR0hYAgAlXmdzSRdpAMnphbHqzLbxARfiwoYWcM_QCBeNPhj960FTz9yV-3iWi9tbw=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGDLlwV0KYJn9vXnqT0Ga8Kf0ioAMqUjuQKVlN9QSly-re1qcI--GDhs7cPaPyiWizyBLcGmOWDwNU51yTdxwCTsPlIbaHpY24_QHHOahCY4uelQ_voK9rJW0oGR0hYAgAlXmdzSRdpAMnphbHqzLbxARfiwoYWcM_QCBeNPhj960FTz9yV-3iWi9tbw=s320" width="256" /></a></div><br /><b>Synopsis:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div>The first six delightful stories in the Grandparents, Parents and Children series:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Grandad and the Giraffes</b> - all about why giraffes look the same, or do they?</div><div><b>Mum's Turn to Drive</b> - not a story about everybody's family, but perhaps it is a bit like yours?</div><div><b>Noah the Bullfighter and Caballito</b> - there was a prophecy that, one day, all the bulls in Spain would be free;</div><div><b>Quincy the Miserable Dragon</b> - someone needed to help Quincy feel special;</div><div><b>The Loneliest Star </b>- how do you make people listen to you?</div><div><b>The Spider Who Was Afraid of Heights </b>- Morgan leans how to deal with his deepest fear.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Then, there is <b>George And Queenie</b>, a stand-alone adventure:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfaawRGpZh5X1XXtPPd4qmw7QKKObOLJev3QPoRdBVaoIOoaQI2L4WdaYdevHJJWcV_K-Bf9KL_FQRWEC5giIn10J5QGdpea2G5cxePFju-H9tZN__Fk0NobpdOqksxxrRPLzNKVEm93se-N_Egewwwbrdx5GclfGPBCXAiyAqWAwwLKKG3kghxq82Tg=s325" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="260" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjfaawRGpZh5X1XXtPPd4qmw7QKKObOLJev3QPoRdBVaoIOoaQI2L4WdaYdevHJJWcV_K-Bf9KL_FQRWEC5giIn10J5QGdpea2G5cxePFju-H9tZN__Fk0NobpdOqksxxrRPLzNKVEm93se-N_Egewwwbrdx5GclfGPBCXAiyAqWAwwLKKG3kghxq82Tg=s320" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div><b>Synopsis:</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div>An alarm clock is bad enough, imagine being hit on the back of the head with a hammer and chisel.</div><div>Well, that’s how this story starts with a start and a huge shock if you prefer. A Dinosaur awoken from a very long sleep and being told he is treasure trove and belongs to the Queen. He doesn’t know what a queen is and goes to see her to fight his case of being an individual.</div><div>There are many more on this wonderful journey, with a Queen, a sixty-six million-year-old dinosaur, or should I say young dinosaur. That’s just the beginning, sit back and enjoy the show and all the wonderful friends all just doing their best.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>These books are aimed at all ages but usually 3-10 years. Now, I introduce two exciting series for middle grade to teen readers. However, these books would be ideal bedtime stories for adults to read to younger children, too. We begin with <b>SWIFT 1: Mindy, a New Breed</b>:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBcZ7SJgovLZqwHH0DkBKk4x67bPtGAVK_-e148oNRqXFBZF60pMN7b6NbUmL2WKMRJKy8NLpl62jUQsLvx3-sBR99IJc_09Hv4oIWlg2tvgZXH9UL9Ind8McUf4No9GKsSviFLZs-SoGaq9uVCr25IKWn2U2poRO4cOFWHRTy-DLGQ3u3ZFT7EVuEWA=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="315" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBcZ7SJgovLZqwHH0DkBKk4x67bPtGAVK_-e148oNRqXFBZF60pMN7b6NbUmL2WKMRJKy8NLpl62jUQsLvx3-sBR99IJc_09Hv4oIWlg2tvgZXH9UL9Ind8McUf4No9GKsSviFLZs-SoGaq9uVCr25IKWn2U2poRO4cOFWHRTy-DLGQ3u3ZFT7EVuEWA=s320" width="202" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b>Synopsis:</b><div><br /></div><div>Only the best of the best, the brightest sheep, qualify for SWIFT. Melvin, an evil genius and head of CRUSH (Criminal Ruthless Undercover Sneaky Hitmen), prepares to hold the world to ransom. He threatens to release the deadly foot and mouth disease on an unsuspecting public. Mindy, a young ewe, is determined to follow in her missing father’s hoofprints and joins the army. After she is invited to join SWIFT she gets even nearer to discovering the truth. Will Mindy and her teammates bring the evil genius to hoof? Or will Melvin’s dastardly plan succeed?<br /><div><br /></div></div><div>The second book, <b>SWIFT 2: Ramsbottom Betty's Revenge</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS_BcAp4X9sh6c8UpQ7HNxEZzDxkS2WSg5Wu9-VrESvQjqBu_8Z0GI2Q2Uj09xf8Dmnb6RAvEmSpjG0fqp3XbOu2XOykgyaz0W3ZO6HcDuukPkXWofFRIE_MGWKDiuovfR6dI1oH0pKU30xEen8wn69Ehh9kCJMvAzo_gtJ-EjFA5uBIeOGjPY2dSsoA=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="309" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS_BcAp4X9sh6c8UpQ7HNxEZzDxkS2WSg5Wu9-VrESvQjqBu_8Z0GI2Q2Uj09xf8Dmnb6RAvEmSpjG0fqp3XbOu2XOykgyaz0W3ZO6HcDuukPkXWofFRIE_MGWKDiuovfR6dI1oH0pKU30xEen8wn69Ehh9kCJMvAzo_gtJ-EjFA5uBIeOGjPY2dSsoA=s320" width="198" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><b>Synopsis:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Mindy and her team are no longer recruits. They beat CRUSH and foiled Melvin’s dastardly plot – but new threats are not far away. Evil never sleeps. The National Art Gallery is celebrating the Queen’s birthday. Mindy and SWIFT join forces with SWINE to guard the priceless artwork. Lady C, aka Ramsbottom Betty, broods in her front room over Melvin’s death. She wants revenge by humiliating SWIFT in front of the whole world. With her team of deadly WI (Wollen Institute) ladies, she plans how to use their own tech against SWIFT and their associates. Mindy may have won the battle, but Ramsbottom Betty aims to win the war.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, though not least, we introduce <b>Rasta Christmas and the Santa Corps</b>, a most unusual but magical series.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rasta Christmas and the Santa Corps: The summer connection is an adventure story that will appeal to everyone. Although it mentions Christmas, it is in no way a Christmas story. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9MVuVGtp8n8ku0dx-43k733BP52ir--uGZFa6-0WzOCoEhHDmKfvEdYjxFIy8yr9UcAd9Bo8tFNdf6vy557qBaFJ_G6paC1QiykQrRXS1h_AxB0xNNJZnevt-C6yKoTHd-2a2ykfAMrtlsfCmfsaiEcK41ggF8_gDgseOqcksKJBW-WlFTlqdijMU4w=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9MVuVGtp8n8ku0dx-43k733BP52ir--uGZFa6-0WzOCoEhHDmKfvEdYjxFIy8yr9UcAd9Bo8tFNdf6vy557qBaFJ_G6paC1QiykQrRXS1h_AxB0xNNJZnevt-C6yKoTHd-2a2ykfAMrtlsfCmfsaiEcK41ggF8_gDgseOqcksKJBW-WlFTlqdijMU4w=s320" width="256" /></a></div><div><br /></div><b>Synopsis:</b><div><br /></div><div>The first tale in the new Santa Corps series. You have no idea how much help Father Christmas gets – all year round. Best friends Alesha and Jaden know they’ve got a chance of winning the school essay competition. They only need to find out a bit more about the legendary Nightsurfer. Does he genuinely ride the waves at night and dance across the roofs? They investigate by climbing their Caribbean island volcano – and get lost. Rasta Christmas, a member of the Santa Corps, finds them and takes them on a magical adventure. They discover the actual use of the Bermuda Triangle, and meet a talking parrot, walking fire hydrants and a friendly alien. When a hurricane arrives, battering the island, Alesha’s fisherman father and his crew are out at sea in mortal danger. Who will save them from the raging storm? Beautifully illustrated by Kris Lillyman, this is a charming tale for all seasons, all ages and all imaginations.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just published, <b>Rasta Christmas And The Santa Corps: Santa Girl</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCQWywPUpoisw4FqY2-SuvMcPo1nI2NnqVD3q-CUI_XuO9qFIXDgKKezuyOerjmUl8ZQn0wmsPKrXUtkPGwCG_Y0ho_kcOxAfYCdw4UUV2Sy1oCuQQl-liSyXpTtlB4w2cx-h5jTpdA_DjvAgxlzXKf0NWhN3ahX6o--WnQ7DpGogfehllzLtucArVCw=s500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCQWywPUpoisw4FqY2-SuvMcPo1nI2NnqVD3q-CUI_XuO9qFIXDgKKezuyOerjmUl8ZQn0wmsPKrXUtkPGwCG_Y0ho_kcOxAfYCdw4UUV2Sy1oCuQQl-liSyXpTtlB4w2cx-h5jTpdA_DjvAgxlzXKf0NWhN3ahX6o--WnQ7DpGogfehllzLtucArVCw=s320" width="256" /></a></div><br /><br /></b></div><div><b>Synopsis:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b> An amazing fantasy adventure has become real. Rasta, Alesha and Jaden are now best of friends. With the bonus of the Santa Corps and Santa himself involved.</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div>A new chapter of the story begins to open. With more magic, more of Rasta’s friends, more of the Santa Corps.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alesha and Jaden travel from their Caribbean island home to the North Pole, visit the ocean’s depths, and meet new friends, including an exceptional person.</div><div><br /></div><div>From the shadows, a glimpse of the darker side of Christmas: Who is Claws? Where is he from? Who are the Naughties? And what is a Santa girl?</div><div><br /></div><div>This new bigger story opens into a beautiful new world of the most likeable and strange characters based on and around the Christmas story – but in name only.</div><div><br /></div><div>It’s a story for all the family - Christmas characters in an everyday magical world.</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">All of Glenn's books are available through <a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=glenn+beavers&i=stripbooks-intl-ship&crid=37X704NEUBKE7&sprefix=glenn+beavers%2Cstripbooks-intl-ship%2C146&ref=nb_sb_noss" target="_blank">Amazon US</a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/s?k=glenn+beavers&i=stripbooks&crid=RAUKS2KQZCP8&qid=1646670178&sprefix=glenn+beavers%2Cstripbooks%2C72&ref=sr_pg_1" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a> and <a href="https://www.waterstones.com/books/search/term/glenn+beavers" target="_blank">Waterstones</a>.</span></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-38845478431613917132021-08-03T12:00:00.001+01:002021-08-03T12:00:00.252+01:00Book Tour: Stolen by her Bear (Black Ridge Bears Book 1) by Felicity Heaton @FelicityHeaton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrV7p_NkDlEqgJVb9191H8qT51rMGs6jj4WrROF4_2j4xctrk6liB54-tsQDI2N5hjGnbHHmcltJbNnQmX-XIfFRLOH-BxeQcsKQB58rq_7WBonxYwMF6d68-4N9t_76n8VPsxkXM_zg4v/s650/stolenbyherbear-postgraphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="650" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrV7p_NkDlEqgJVb9191H8qT51rMGs6jj4WrROF4_2j4xctrk6liB54-tsQDI2N5hjGnbHHmcltJbNnQmX-XIfFRLOH-BxeQcsKQB58rq_7WBonxYwMF6d68-4N9t_76n8VPsxkXM_zg4v/w640-h296/stolenbyherbear-postgraphic.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><br />New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour for Stolen by her Bear, the first book in her brand new bear shifter romance series, Black Ridge Bears! The Black Ridge Bears series is all about the growly neighbours of the shifters in the Cougar Creek Mates series and is part of the Eternal Mates world. You can find out more about the world at <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">http://www.felicityheaton.com/</a> <br /><br />If you love sizzling shifter romances featuring hot alpha heroes and strong heroines bringing them to their knees then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers, because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger! <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSN24rkwp_pTwTPN1YQM0ND9892sZXY3qXQROrq9eAygzVQ6OyQdr9DVwD3YarTEKKpEjqIaeVS2Q0XuzVRUSzW5VOjSEqXIDdIqNqUr9fpLvmO5Vgu8jH9rpzcmp08ZjxuZIi54FEYyxl/s450/aboutthebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" height="53" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSN24rkwp_pTwTPN1YQM0ND9892sZXY3qXQROrq9eAygzVQ6OyQdr9DVwD3YarTEKKpEjqIaeVS2Q0XuzVRUSzW5VOjSEqXIDdIqNqUr9fpLvmO5Vgu8jH9rpzcmp08ZjxuZIi54FEYyxl/w320-h53/aboutthebook.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEJBySvXaamTPPOyDloLi21XuWqoiS7MOIlmOcWt671PO6WeHXpsqslzu7WJQpn99bogorioeIw9AKcF0evpU2IL9L4XAXukcrARyXbZdG5Ta1-17CqXEQoI3t5gySLQDwJxgweOwPKMq/s900/stolenbyherbear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEJBySvXaamTPPOyDloLi21XuWqoiS7MOIlmOcWt671PO6WeHXpsqslzu7WJQpn99bogorioeIw9AKcF0evpU2IL9L4XAXukcrARyXbZdG5Ta1-17CqXEQoI3t5gySLQDwJxgweOwPKMq/w426-h640/stolenbyherbear.jpg" width="426" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Stolen by her Bear (Black Ridge Bears Series Book 1)</a><br /> by Felicity Heaton<br /><br /><div> Saint is a bear shifter on the warpath. He just wants to sleep the winter away, but his rowdy neighbours in the remote Rocky Mountains valley have other plans. When the cougar shifter brothers refuse to keep the noise down, he reacts on instinct, kidnapping a beautiful female who smells like sweet berries and tempts him like no other—a female who happens to be mated to one of the brothers. <br /><br />Holly’s first taste of freedom isn’t going as planned. Escaping her family to join in the winter wedding celebrations at Cougar Creek with her friend Ember sounded fantastic, until a grouchy bear shifter grabs her—a gorgeous male who rouses instincts in her that are startling and powerful, igniting a fierce need to growl and stake a claim on him. A gorgeous bear who might be her fated mate. <br /><br />Can Holly resist the hungers Saint awakens in her? 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His gaze tracked across the undulating snow that stretched between him and the thick forest of lodgepole pines and spruces. <br /><br />This was going to be one shitty walk. <br /><br />Putting it off wasn’t going to make it any nicer though, or make his mood any better. <br /><br />He wasn’t the only grouchy bear on the property either. He glanced to his right at Knox and Lowe, could see by their faces they were as pissed as he was by the disturbance. Having the three of them tired and grumpy would only make all of them worse in the long run, would bring out the bear in them and cause them to bicker and fight, destroying the peace they normally enjoyed. So as much as he despised the thought of dropping down into three feet of snow, he was going to have to do it. <br /><br />Gods, he was glad Rune and Maverick had gone to Vancouver for winter as they always did, the two of them travelling to a bolthole they shared there. Neither of them was the sort of bear to sleep the months away, preferred to be awake through winter, but like him, they didn’t like snow. Saint had once made the mistake of convincing them to stay at Black Ridge for winter, had denied the urge to sleep so he could stay awake with them. <br /><br />It hadn’t gone well. <br /><br />They had made it to December before Rune and Maverick had gotten into a brawl so bad he had feared they would kill each other, and then all three of them had holed up in their individual cabins until the snowmelt. It had been the longest damned winter of Saint’s life. He hadn’t been able to sleep, had stayed awake to make sure Rune and Maverick made it to spring. <br /><br />He scrubbed a hand over his beard, hoping like hell things didn’t end up that bad this time. If they couldn’t get back to sleep, ended up having to stay awake, then he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his cool and smooth the edge of his own mood to maintain order within their makeshift pride. <br /><br />As it was, he was itching for a fight. <br /><br />If Knox or Lowe tried to start anything, just looked at him the wrong way, he was liable to blow his top. <br /><br />Knox kicked the snow off his deck, grumbling, “I’m tempted to go deal with whoever is making all that noise.” <br /><br />“Rein it in, or I’ll be tempted to deal with you,” Lowe muttered as he finished pushing the last of the snow off his own deck, piling it up around the thick wooden pylons that raised the cabin off the ground. <br /><br />It wasn’t like the usually laid-back Lowe to be grumpy. Normally, the ash-blond bear took things as they came, rolling with whatever life threw at him without worrying too much. Saint blamed Knox’s mood. It was his brother’s agitation that had Lowe on edge too. <br /><br />Lowe always got like this whenever Knox was fired up, felt a need to weigh in and have his twin’s back. <br /><br />“I’ll go see what the deal is.” Saint turned away from them and murmured under his breath, “Just got to get through this crap first.” <br /><br />He huffed and took the first step down from his deck, forced himself to keep going when the next one was hidden by snow. His pride needed him to do something, and he would do it. He would make the cougars shut up so he and his kin could get back to sleep, and when he woke, all the snow would be gone. <br /><br />He held on to that fantasy, filling his mind with images of green grass and warm sunshine as he trudged down the steps. It shattered as he fumbled for the final step and slipped, had to grab the railing behind him and brace himself to avoid falling on his backside. <br /><br />Saint growled as he pushed away from the steps and waded through the deep snow, heading for the forest that would lead him to Cougar Creek. He glared at the field of white as it sparkled, the weak sunlight reflecting off it enough to almost blind him. As it was, it made his eyes water again, and that moisture felt as if it was turning to ice in his eyes. <br /><br />There was nothing magical about winter. <br /><br />He huffed and snarled as he pushed forwards, ploughing a path through the snow. At least he wouldn’t get as cold and damp on the way back, after he was done murdering whoever had woken him and his kin. <br /><br />If he somehow managed to rein in the urge to spill blood, maybe the fresh air and struggling through the snow would tire him out enough that he could sleep when he got back to his cabin. <br /><br />He finally reached the dense forest, where most of the snow clung to the branches of the pines and firs, keeping the amount on the ground down to less than a foot. He picked his way through the fresh snow, careful not to snag his boot on a root or rock because falling flat on his face in the snow would probably be the match that lit the fuse of his temper. <br /><br />Saint breathed a little easier as he reached an animal track, a path through the forest that had been kept clear of snow by the constant back and forth of the local ungulates. His muscles began to relax, the tension that had stiffened them during the walk through the icy snow fading as he picked up pace. <br /><br />When he neared the invisible boundary between Cougar Creek and Black Ridge, he slowed and fell silent, his breathing levelling out as he moved with stealth into the trees, veering off the track. His ears twitched as he listened, the only sound that of distant birdsong and animals moving through the trees. No laughter. No voices. <br /><br />His breath fogged in the air as he slipped from tree to tree, peering ahead of him through the trunks and low branches and the scrub, seeking a sign of life as he drew closer to Cougar Creek. His palms began to sweat as his heart drummed a faster, harder rhythm against his ribs, as he honed his senses and searched for danger, in case it was hunters who had come to the cougar territory and they were the ones laughing. <br /><br />Overjoyed by capturing or killing a shifter. <br /><br />He spat on the ground, cursing the hunters. They had taken too many from his kin. <br /><br />Had taken too much from him. <br /><br />He had barely matured, had only just passed a century old when the mortal hunter organisation Archangel had executed a raid on a nearby underground fae town. His parents had been there, had tried to escape and hadn’t made it out alive. <br /><br />Last year, a helicopter had circled over Black Ridge, heading back to Cougar Creek, and Saint had heard the distant gunfire. Part of him had wanted to go and check it out, to see if Rath needed help. <br /><br />The rest, the alpha in him, had made him stay at Black Ridge in case there were more hunters in the forests and his pride needed him. <br /><br />He tipped his head up and dragged in a slow, deep breath as he pushed those memories aside, focusing on the present in case it was hunters. He couldn’t let himself get swept up in the past, had to stay alert and aware of his surroundings and any danger that might be lying in wait for him. <br /><br />Saint scented the air, trying to catch something that would tell him what to expect ahead of him. <br /><br />He froze, locked up tight as he caught a scent, as warmth spread through him in response, roused a hunger in him that was powerful and commanding. <br /><br />He dragged in another breath, aching for another delectable hit of that scent. And it was delectable, like sweet berries, and utterly feminine. <br /><br />Which was enough to set him on edge. <br /><br />Females didn’t stay at Cougar Creek in winter. <br /><br />Saint veered off course again, unable to stop himself from tracking the scent through the forest, curiosity gripping him and filling him with a need to find the owner of it. His mouth watered, the hunger clenching his gut growing fiercer as the scent grew stronger. Ahead of him, the bushes and trees gave way to man-made clearings, openings in the forest where small cabins had been constructed. <br /><br />He huffed. <br /><br />Cougar Creek. <br /><br />He stealthily inspected the two cabins he could see, keeping his distance from them. Snow had fallen through the canopy of the forest and was thick on their roofs, and it was pristine on the decks, untouched. No one was staying in them. <br /><br />Saint banked left, heading down towards the river, to a cabin he knew was there. The raised L-shaped wooden lodge sat at the head of a fifty-foot clearing in the forest, one that stretched down to the creek. <br /><br />He remained in the shadows of the trees as he moved towards that river, giving the place a wide berth. He eyed the deck and the steps and the ground just beyond them. Someone had cleared the snow away. The place belonged to one of the three brothers of Rath, the alpha of the pride, and it was usually empty over winter. <br /><br />Looked as if the male was staying this time. <br /><br />Was he responsible for the ruckus that had woken Saint and his kin? <br /><br />He sharpened his instincts again and frowned as he sensed more than just Rath and one brother at the Creek. He pinpointed at least five other people, most of them close to the main clearing. One of them was bound to be the female Rath had mated with last year, one Saint had seen for himself a few times. <br /><br />He thought her name was Ivy, was sure he had heard the alpha cougar call her that a few times when she had been photographing bears near the river. The female was human, and not the only one at the Creek either. <br /><br />The bastard Storm had a human female of his own. Saint had caught her in the woods last year when she had been running from the male and had scared her witless. He regretted what had happened now, but he had been in a foul mood, his bear at the fore. Their run-in had happened only a week after the Archangel helicopter had come and the need to protect his kin had been strong, fierce enough that he had viewed her as a threat. <br /><br />Saint had figured Gabi for a huntress, still thought she was a member of Archangel and one day Storm was going to wake up to find a blade in his heart. <br /><br />He backtracked up to the two empty cabins and headed past them into another area of dense scrub that provided cover as he moved towards the heart of Cougar Creek. <br /><br />His ears twitched. <br /><br />Voices. <br /><br />He eased lower and peered through the bushes and trees towards the clearing. Stilled as he spotted two males and a female in an area that had been cleared of snow near the top of the long sloping strip of green that formed the centre of the cougar’s territory. The felines had been busy. It looked as if they had cleared snow in a patch roughly sixty feet in all directions from the front of Rath’s cabin. That cabin sat nestled among the pines and spruces, its back to the forest that covered the base of the mountain, facing the clearing and the creek at the bottom of it. <br /><br />What were they up to? <br /><br />Rath straightened and planted the tip of his snow shovel against the ground, leaned on the handle of it as he pushed his thick black hat up and wiped his brow. He pulled his dark green scarf down and undid the top fastening of his black winter jacket. <br /><br />“We taking a break now?” the male with him growled, a hint of warmth and teasing in his tone as he set down his own shovel and tugged at the blue scarf wrapped around his throat. Like Rath, he wore a black protective coat and matching hat, and irritatingly kept his back to Saint so he couldn’t make out which brother he was. “Only been at it an hour. Still a lot more snow to clear.” <br /><br />Rath huffed and scrubbed a hand down his face, over a thick dark beard. “Remind me again why we’re doing this.” <br /><br />The big male chuckled, the warmth in his voice lingering. “Love, apparently. Not sure why I got pulled into shovelling duties though. Storm should be here, clearing the way for this ceremony. Where is he anyway?” <br /><br />This time, Rath was the one who chuckled, his grey eyes brightening with it. “Where do you think?” <br /><br />The male shook his head. “I have half a mind to go bang down his door, but I don’t want to get an eyeful. Flint could at least have offered to help, but he’s about as useful as Storm.” <br /><br />Flint and Storm weren’t present then, which meant the big male with Rath was Cobalt. Cobalt was a mad bastard. Saint had never seen a cougar fight like he did, as if he had nothing left to live for. <br /><br />Rath and Cobalt were as big as each other, packed with muscle and good fighters, but if it came to a one-on-one fight, Saint could take them. Provided they didn’t resort to low blows like their brother Flint. <br /><br />He shuddered at the memory, his balls aching. It had taken him weeks to heal them after the male had run his claws over them during a brawl. He still hadn’t forgiven the cougar, wanted a piece of him, and Storm, for the scars they had given him. A low growl curled up his throat, his blood running hot despite the cold, and he wanted to unleash it but bit it back instead. As much as he wanted a fight, he wanted to sleep more. <br /><br />Besides, he couldn’t let his foul mood get him into a brawl right now when his body was still recovering from a month-long sleep. He would probably lose and that would only make his mood worse. <br /><br />Saint drew down a steadying breath and stilled as the delicious scent of berries hit him again. It was weaker now, but still warmed him, roused a hunger to hunt the owner of that scent and see her for himself. <br /><br />The door of the cabin behind Rath opened and a female came out, wrapped so heavily in winter clothing that he couldn’t make out much of her face between her colourful striped scarf and woollen hat, or her figure through the thick cream coat and brown ski pants. <br /><br />He knew her scent though. <br /><br />Ivy. <br /><br />In fact, he knew most of the scents of the females belonging to the brothers. He had put Gabi’s scent to memory when he had captured her, and he had done the same with Yasmin’s when Flint had come to Black Ridge looking for a fight in order to impress her. <br /><br />Maybe he had imagined the sweet scent in the woods. <br /><br />Berries were his vice after all. <br /><br />He loved them and found them impossible to resist. <br /><br />“Come warm up for a few minutes.” She looked at her mate and then at Cobalt. <br /><br />Both males nodded and let their shovels fall into the thin layer of snow, and Rath waited for Cobalt to reach him before they both started towards the cabin. <br /><br />“Does Ember want to drop in for a warming drink too?” Ivy said with a look at Cobalt. <br /><br />Ember. Saint wasn’t familiar with that female. <br /><br />“She went for a walk.” Cobalt tugged his black hat off, revealing mussed blond hair. “But she’ll be back in time for the practice run.” <br /><br />Rath glanced at his brother. “Did your certificate come through?” <br /><br />“Yup. I’m officially ordained.” Cobalt flashed a grin at him and chuckled. “That’s not something I ever thought I would be. Not many cougars out there needing this sort of thing.” <br /><br />Saint watched them go inside, debated going to the cabin and speaking to Rath, but fatigue was rolling up on him, his eyelids feeling heavy again as the fresh air lost its effect on him and his bear instincts growled at him to go back to sleep. He knew what the noise was now. It wasn’t humans or danger, just a bunch of irritating cougars celebrating something. That should be enough to calm the instinct to protect himself and his pride, and allow all of them to get back to sleep. <br /><br />He rose to his feet and turned away from the cabin, picked his way to the animal track and followed it back towards the Ridge. Maybe he would fix himself some food before he hit the sack again, something to take the edge off his hunger and tide him over while he slept. He was clearly hungry. <br /><br />Because he was fantasising about sweet juicy summer berries again. <br /><br />Could smell them stronger now. <br /><br />He frowned and slowed his pace, lifted his head and drew down a breath. The scent was stronger. His mouth watered, heat suffusing him, and he pivoted on his heel, was tracking the smell of berries before he realised what he was doing. <br /><br />Saint dropped to his haunches when he spotted a lone figure ahead of him, near the frozen river. <br /><br />A female. <br /><br />He dragged down a breath, every inch of him locking up tight as he caught her scent. <br /><br />Sweet berries and a hint of vanilla. <br /><br />He scented something else on her too. She was cougar. Was she Ember? Did she belong to Cobalt? <br /><br />Saint told himself to go, but found himself easing lower instead to observe her. Silent. A predator. <br /><br />She tilted her head up as she turned, raised her gloved hand to cover her eyes as she peered at the canopy. Birds sang there but he paid them no heed, was too arrested by the sight of her. <br /><br />Raven hair spilled from beneath her dark purple woollen hat, cascading over a form-fitting weatherproof coat in the same colour, and grey eyes with a strong hint of emerald sparkled as rosy lips curled into the semblance of a smile. <br /><br />His heart started at a hard pace, drumming against his ribs as his blood heated. <br /><br />She was beautiful. <br /><br />A need to stand and go to her pounded inside him and he struggled to deny it, to remain where he was and merely observe her, studying everything about her. Like the fact she had to stand at least a foot shorter than his six-seven, and looked as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. There was a delicate sense of beauty about her, with her porcelain skin and the hint of pink on her cheeks, and he lost himself in watching her, the world around him fading away. <br /><br />Until there was only her. <br /><br />Her slender shoulders suddenly stiffened, her smile disappearing as she tensed and went still. <br /><br />She had sensed him. <br /><br />Saint lingered, wondering what she would do. Run away or stay? <br /><br />Seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity as he waited, as her grey-green eyes slowly took in the forest. <br /><br />Strange disappointment flooded him when she suddenly turned on her heel and walked in the direction of Cougar Creek, her pace brisk, boots chewing up the frozen ground beneath the pines. <br /><br />Saint stared after her. <br /><br />Driven to follow. <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdc9GgTTerpelfpWGWZO3VcfgPW3U4NIlYTn0dPrc9FMF3sChWXNG-KW1dChemCOMqC5McYGDJ1lx7zP6DpLf9JtVjrkH-VRbkJafIIimUwldSIEP4MRMHOWW6sk5j-mLFpNeTn5L5Tx1/s450/purchaselinks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdc9GgTTerpelfpWGWZO3VcfgPW3U4NIlYTn0dPrc9FMF3sChWXNG-KW1dChemCOMqC5McYGDJ1lx7zP6DpLf9JtVjrkH-VRbkJafIIimUwldSIEP4MRMHOWW6sk5j-mLFpNeTn5L5Tx1/s320/purchaselinks.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.com</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.co.uk</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.ca</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.com.au</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks USA</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks UK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks Canada</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks Australia</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks New Zealand</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Barnes and Noble</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Google Play</a> <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQtrQJGLEYhHg7PmKVva-Hek-8HPfaONSGEXtyECkpZI6MSP2Phi1ymbe8O326V60fuiIdIe93G4wxlNx57vGIN7ICKrNqIrnLP2fMVV9wPEruXVRIOPRxxx-LUkY-c2di8FTyDt1DdbX/s450/booksintheseries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQtrQJGLEYhHg7PmKVva-Hek-8HPfaONSGEXtyECkpZI6MSP2Phi1ymbe8O326V60fuiIdIe93G4wxlNx57vGIN7ICKrNqIrnLP2fMVV9wPEruXVRIOPRxxx-LUkY-c2di8FTyDt1DdbX/s320/booksintheseries.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 1: Stolen by her Bear</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 2: Rescued by her Bear – Pre-order Now</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 3: Saved by her Bear – Pre-order Now</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 4: Unleashed by her Bear – Pre-order Now</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 5: Awakened by her Bear – Pre-order Now</a> <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU502MB3PkFjOushTZFq0NyJUsBsxNvj6iK0WwW7vm9XOwZOsMxkYa0Sy8kFnp_Hrbl4N7ZGgNAXqZaluMGyihU-5-R38B9bkDoyrwlYJ0IPmlay1xVgLmk37iQ3k2FZo4UeyoUVyBjyM/s450/aboutfelicity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU502MB3PkFjOushTZFq0NyJUsBsxNvj6iK0WwW7vm9XOwZOsMxkYa0Sy8kFnp_Hrbl4N7ZGgNAXqZaluMGyihU-5-R38B9bkDoyrwlYJ0IPmlay1xVgLmk37iQ3k2FZo4UeyoUVyBjyM/s320/aboutfelicity.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHk4Lep0g0IOza-q94UFJn2mQM6II73YLwN-KtGyC6xUAurLHY6kftHzhp6vMMJC8HBZYBysdE-VXZSSMt0tdlF4_wl7jqsQQYQs7jgIKcWeKUCCmqeMaIKQy0fgehH8J4nWV3Cl_3ja9/s507/felicityheaton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="407" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHk4Lep0g0IOza-q94UFJn2mQM6II73YLwN-KtGyC6xUAurLHY6kftHzhp6vMMJC8HBZYBysdE-VXZSSMt0tdlF4_wl7jqsQQYQs7jgIKcWeKUCCmqeMaIKQy0fgehH8J4nWV3Cl_3ja9/s320/felicityheaton.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too. <br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series. <br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">BLOG</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">TWITTER</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">YOUTUBE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">INSTAGRAM</a></b></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-64112813968577304122021-06-23T12:00:00.001+01:002021-06-23T12:00:00.257+01:00Book Tour and Giveaway: Thanatos (Guardians of Hades Book 8) by Felicity Heaton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtCQqDQjR2F0a62jvipT9UpyU2NgPGPKdW3QCQtaVBLFIsZzbAyyBxpHMS09w9vBe9rKZh8_jDJdXH4Wv7y9dNLs1eGsoJ0TJBiHXVhfMf-CafVoXX3UaT7x1_V3Ut2zySnpmm7a35_-r/s650/thanatos-postgraphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="650" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtCQqDQjR2F0a62jvipT9UpyU2NgPGPKdW3QCQtaVBLFIsZzbAyyBxpHMS09w9vBe9rKZh8_jDJdXH4Wv7y9dNLs1eGsoJ0TJBiHXVhfMf-CafVoXX3UaT7x1_V3Ut2zySnpmm7a35_-r/w640-h296/thanatos-postgraphic.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><br />New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new paranormal romance release, <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Thanatos</a>, the latest release in her popular <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Guardians of Hades Series</a>. <br /><br />This is book 8 in this series, but don’t worry, you can dive right on in with <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Thanatos</a>, or start at the very beginning with <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Ares</a>, which is FREE at all retailers right now. Binge-read to your heart’s content! <br /><br />If you love passionate paranormal romance featuring hot alpha heroes and strong heroines bringing them to their knees, new twists on old myths, and lush, detailed words, then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers, because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger! <br /><br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6xWu6bwIoFzfqCn1-zrN6WQHV6uPdMNiTxH19xBb2k9aKaD2QMRhZK_QiknjHMLttt-TaIvQoPscEm5WTwnfzJAtxlq9v8CCnRTHvc9Um2a7qq7d6xM-t49gynoP_Sg1kO9nmiCp-jUk/s450/aboutthebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6xWu6bwIoFzfqCn1-zrN6WQHV6uPdMNiTxH19xBb2k9aKaD2QMRhZK_QiknjHMLttt-TaIvQoPscEm5WTwnfzJAtxlq9v8CCnRTHvc9Um2a7qq7d6xM-t49gynoP_Sg1kO9nmiCp-jUk/s320/aboutthebook.jpg" width="320" /></a><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufXhyHxPlMvBdBnTuL_GcaS94o7JxCDjxEvBLtyGRLnZyC7UV-NAoV9tOrLSDLtN8mWXSA9PaRaHRUNr6tXC2UgZeHXm22Ek0f0YXS3cSW-mK0IQK7eed6P2QoHl5-tckl3ysEAQq2BMb/s900/goh-thanatos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufXhyHxPlMvBdBnTuL_GcaS94o7JxCDjxEvBLtyGRLnZyC7UV-NAoV9tOrLSDLtN8mWXSA9PaRaHRUNr6tXC2UgZeHXm22Ek0f0YXS3cSW-mK0IQK7eed6P2QoHl5-tckl3ysEAQq2BMb/w426-h640/goh-thanatos.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#"><b>Thanatos (Guardians of Hades Series Book 8)</b></a><br /> by Felicity Heaton<br /><br /></div><div> Thanatos, god of death, has a mission: scour the unknown realms of the Underworld and retrieve the only daughter of his god-king, Hades. Murdered six centuries ago and her soul captured before it could pass on, she now falls under Thanatos’s domain. Armed with only a description of the location of her prison seen in a vision by her oldest brother, Thanatos has spent four years hunting for her, determined to complete his task and save her. <br /><br />But when he locates Calindria, she’s not the delicate little girl he remembers—she’s a fierce, bewitching and beautiful warrioress who stirs unwanted feelings in his black heart and she’s on a mission of her own. <br /><br />Calindria, daughter of Hades, has a mission: escape her prison, hunt down the ones who murdered her twin brother, and then make her family pay for abandoning her. But the Fates have other plans, placing a distractingly gorgeous god of death in her path—a warrior who is determined to convince her that what she believed is the truth is in fact a lie. <br /><br />In a realm that turns memories against them and where anything can be an illusion, can Calindria and Thanatos learn to trust each other enough to work together to escape the hellish domain, or will the darkest moments of their past prove too powerful to overcome? <br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHxKmnFBitFQSHGoj2PoEvE8KmQW5SO9yF1wntUrlxcY4WOZxu99DJs5na6Ryx5h67_enCdZnLQz4SF5js06cwTg7orvLxmphRXsnlz0sWc9kTNEAQnOkUg1EVmoyTTzxTzMIPZjZNf1_/s450/purchaselinks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHxKmnFBitFQSHGoj2PoEvE8KmQW5SO9yF1wntUrlxcY4WOZxu99DJs5na6Ryx5h67_enCdZnLQz4SF5js06cwTg7orvLxmphRXsnlz0sWc9kTNEAQnOkUg1EVmoyTTzxTzMIPZjZNf1_/s320/purchaselinks.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.com</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.co.uk</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.ca</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Amazon.com.au</a></b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks USA</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks UK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks Canada</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks Australia</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">iBooks New Zealand</a></b></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Barnes and Noble</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Kobo Books</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Google Play</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgqVsf99A7cm8JJn2pZDe7JFUf3FeXsPCmuZnX-4iNxREb8YlF4eIZE_o68Y5xT1hyphenhyphenfPb8jqUQKNfU1gZDzfEgqI6BR1yMZz_UBgYUnU6IaumUgsxvHXASrG1TUI0xriTCXfCpGzYPlkm/s450/grandgiveaway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgqVsf99A7cm8JJn2pZDe7JFUf3FeXsPCmuZnX-4iNxREb8YlF4eIZE_o68Y5xT1hyphenhyphenfPb8jqUQKNfU1gZDzfEgqI6BR1yMZz_UBgYUnU6IaumUgsxvHXASrG1TUI0xriTCXfCpGzYPlkm/s320/grandgiveaway.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br />Enter the grand tour-wide giveaway to win a signed paperback of your choice from my backlist of available titles plus awesome book swag! This giveaway is international and open to everyone, and ends at midnight on June 27th. Enter now: <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">https://kingsumo.com/g/vvgksb/thanatos-book-tour-grand-giveaway</a> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxp62p89iKjbW9DC3Tnkz8OjTvVawV5qpz5VKge9fCl6PtJmdVENryhOW5H_iG5iekBd43RpmXfWX1ojgSaZTKUyZM6RQtrFtSenZgpD5p6zLdBMCTKQyw7yssHp_bdw5SqYekQmuyIBa/s498/thanatos-giveaway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="498" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxp62p89iKjbW9DC3Tnkz8OjTvVawV5qpz5VKge9fCl6PtJmdVENryhOW5H_iG5iekBd43RpmXfWX1ojgSaZTKUyZM6RQtrFtSenZgpD5p6zLdBMCTKQyw7yssHp_bdw5SqYekQmuyIBa/w400-h185/thanatos-giveaway.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76_fNyGap0zNcpIf19aEBgv2AovIFxkeT_nLlHnYreCt1sKJkaRRTfkeZcRVjCemV-N7afjCBCZYi3UXc1N514CwhoB5IqFBcmKX2iuwx50kQCEOcsElqzppN3iLOGDBhu1kx9LakRhrL/s450/excerpt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76_fNyGap0zNcpIf19aEBgv2AovIFxkeT_nLlHnYreCt1sKJkaRRTfkeZcRVjCemV-N7afjCBCZYi3UXc1N514CwhoB5IqFBcmKX2iuwx50kQCEOcsElqzppN3iLOGDBhu1kx9LakRhrL/s320/excerpt.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br />Thanatos ducked beneath a dip in the roof of the tunnel, bracing his hand against the onyx rock as he worked his way downwards, watching his footing. He grimaced, lips pulling taut as the tops of his black wings knocked against the rough ceiling and caught on the protrusion of rock. He ducked lower, almost on his backside, and hunched forwards, easing his wings past the obstruction. <br /><br />Maybe continuing along this path had been a mistake. <br /><br />He probably should have turned back the moment the tunnel had started to narrow, picking another route to explore and chart in his mind. <br /><br />Behind him, something chittered, as if mocking him. <br /><br />He huffed and gripped the wall, fingers tight in the holds he found as he carefully navigated the steep slope. He hoped to the gods it opened out again soon and didn’t get any narrower. Fitting his seven-foot-two frame into small spaces was difficult enough at the best of times, but this was beginning to move past difficult into impossible territory. <br /><br />A little like his mission. <br /><br />Four years of searching and he had nothing to show for it, and his god-king, Hades, was growing impatient. Thanatos had charted realm after realm at the very edges of the Underworld, places beyond the sight of his god-king, seeking the one where Hades’s only daughter was being held. <br /><br />With only a description of what Hades’s oldest son had seen in the memories of another to go on. <br /><br />Thanatos raked his free hand through his damp onyx hair and exhaled hard. <br /><br />He was beginning to doubt those memories, but every meeting he had with Hades and his sons had him coming away with a renewed sense of determination to complete the mission Hades had entrusted him with and find Calindria. <br /><br />It wasn’t only the thought of pleasing his god-king that had him scouring uncharted lands day after day without a break though, refusing to admit defeat. <br /><br />It was the toll he could see those days were taking on his god-queen, Persephone. Now that they knew Calindria’s soul had form, the gentle goddess needed her daughter back, a child she had mourned for almost six centuries. <br /><br />A girl who had been ruthlessly murdered in front of her twin, Calistos. <br /><br />His king and queen had believed her soul lost forever when it hadn’t passed through the veil to reach Hades for judgement. Now, they had entrusted him with her rescue, and he would do all in his power to bring her back to them. <br /><br />Because she fell under his domain. <br /><br />As god of death, it was his duty to reap the souls of the dying when their allotted time in this world ended, only he had never been summoned to separate Calindria’s soul from her body, as he should have been, and her soul had never passed on to Hades. Thanatos pondered that, for what he was sure was the millionth time, as the path levelled out and the tunnel thankfully widened. If she was dead, lingering in the place between worlds where he ruled, he should be able to feel her as he could others who moved through the veil. <br /><br />Only he couldn’t. <br /><br />He had tried. He had tried so many times and in all the ways he could think of to get a fix on her location, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t feel her. <br /><br />The tunnel opened out into a cavern with a jagged ceiling only thirty feet above him that dipped lower in places, great pillars of rock joining it to the uneven ground. He kept a wary eye on the shadows as things moved in them, chittering to each other, wanting to avoid another encounter with some of the local wildlife. The largest bats in the mortal world had nothing on the leather-winged black beasts that called the stretches of tunnels and the caverns home. These fell creatures resembled gargoyles the mortals had once adorned their buildings with, with snub upturned noses and pointed ears, and claws as long as their fangs, and a dragon-like tail. <br /><br />The first time Thanatos had encountered them, he had accidentally disturbed a large nest of them, and they had descended on him as one, ripping at his feathers and clawing his bare arms and chest. They had forced him to retreat and return to his castle to heal. <br /><br />Something he had to do on foot or wing since there was a strange power over this wild land, one that stopped him from teleporting. <br /><br />That power had strengthened his feeling that he was on the right track at last. It blanketed the entire realm, hindering him by not only stopping him from teleporting in and out but by dampening his senses too. He could feel things if he focused, but it was as if there was some kind of interference. <br /><br />It made him feel that Calindria was here and the reason he couldn’t feel her was because of that interference. This realm shielded her somehow, making it impossible for him to sense her. <br /><br />A power that didn’t seem natural to him. <br /><br />Someone had taken great pains to ensure no one found Calindria. The one who had taken her or one among the enemy he had fought alongside the sons of Hades four years ago? That enemy had contained not only those of the daemon breeds, but demigods, gods and goddesses too. <br /><br />A rebellion Hades’s sons had crushed, restoring peace in the Underworld. <br /><br />Thanatos meandered around sharp spikes of black rock that jutted from the floor, his gaze scanning the route ahead of him, looking for an exit. Water dripped somewhere, the sound echoing around the cavern, punctuating his thoughts. Whoever had killed Calindria and had taken her soul had hidden it well, the method they had used to conceal it carrying on after their death. <br /><br />If they were dead. <br /><br />When Thanatos had raised that thought with Hades, his god-king had grown dark and had immediately left the palace, teleporting to Tartarus where he was holding Eris, Thanatos’s younger sister. <br /><br />And the ringleader of the enemy that had risen up against Hades and attempted to bring about not only his downfall but that of the Underworld and mortal realm too. <br /><br />Disgust rolled through Thanatos, as strongly as it had the night he had realised she had turned against their god-king, together with another two of his sisters and his youngest brother. His mother, Nyx, was still furious about what had happened, wanted blood and regularly visited Eris in Tartarus to sneer at her and threaten her. <br /><br />So far, neither Nyx nor Hades had managed to convince Eris to tell them something other than the same denial she spewed whenever they tortured her. She just kept swearing she knew nothing about Calindria and what had happened to her. <br /><br />Thanatos wasn’t buying it. <br /><br />He spied three exits in total and picked the largest of the tunnels, the one set into the cragged wall of the cavern dangerously close to a pool of water. He lowered his hand to the hilt of his sword where it hung from his waist, attached to his thick leather trousers, and warily stalked towards the tunnel, keeping an eye on the water. <br /><br />Wishing he had worn more of his obsidian armour than just the heavy vambraces that protected his forearms. <br /><br />He had forgone the armour that he normally wore on his lower half. The thick plates offered protection but slowed him down and made it more difficult to move through the narrow tunnels or clamber into holes. He had decided to leave them in his castle for this trip when he had discovered the warren of tunnels in the heart of this vast mountain range were narrower than those in the last set of peaks that rose high into the smoky air of this realm. <br /><br />Something moved in the water and his fingers tensed around the grip of his sword, ready to draw and swing it in the space of a heartbeat if necessary. Great serpents lived in the pools in many of the caverns, waiting for a creature to approach and drink the life-giving water. One had nearly taken his head off. Since then, he had avoided all the pools. <br /><br />Thanatos eased around this one, facing it at all times, and was quick to duck into the tunnel. It was narrower than it had looked from a distance, but still large enough to accommodate him and his wings. He shook them out and furled them again, tried to ignore the itch to stretch them and fly. The next time he found a cavern that was large enough, and was lacking occupants, he would do a few laps around it to stretch his wings. <br /><br />Ahead of him, in the gloom, creatures skittered and scurried away from him. He eased his head left and lowered his wings, edging around a dip in the ceiling. He was beginning to miss the world outside this mountain, even though it was as grim out there as it was in here. Perhaps more so. <br /><br />The valleys of these mountains were great black lands, some riddled with crevasses cut by waterfalls that thundered into them, and others filled with dead-looking trees, and then there was his personal favourite. <br /><br />A valley that had been infested with spires of jagged black rock with holes in it. The things that lived within the three-, four-, even five-hundred-foot-tall towers had not liked him being in their territory. Like the gargoyles, they had chased him from the valley, the veins of crimson that formed patterns on their black carapaces glowing like lava as they had scuttled after him on four bony legs, snapping at him with their pincers. <br /><br />Thanatos was beginning to get the impression everything in this realm hated him. <br /><br />Perhaps if he didn’t find Calindria, he would kill everything in it. Eradicate all life to make it easier for Hades’s legions to tame these wild lands steeped in ancient powers and bring them under his god-king’s control. He drifted in that pleasing imagery for a while, mentally getting revenge on the foul creatures who had tried to maim and murder him on far too many occasions. <br /><br />Thanatos stilled as awareness rolled down his spine, making his wings quiver. Something was watching him. He’d had the same feeling several times now during his travels and was beginning to get the impression that someone and not something was following him. <br /><br />The Messenger. <br /><br />Thanatos had encountered the black-haired male in another realm, one close to this one, and had thought Hades had sent his servant to relay something to him. Only he had startled the male when he had questioned him, asking what he was doing in an uninhabited realm if he wasn’t there to deliver a message from Hades. <br /><br />The Messenger’s mismatched eyes—one green and one blue—had widened and then narrowed, had shone with fire when he had delivered a message of his own. <br /><br />He didn’t serve Hades. <br /><br />When Thanatos had brought up the male in his report to Hades, two of his god-king’s sons, Marek and Esher, had exchanged a look. Hades had noticed it and demanded answers. <br /><br />Apparently, they believed they had met the same Messenger in the mortal realm. <br /><br />There, the male had told them he was looking for Calindria. <br /><br />“If I cross paths with him again, perhaps I will ask him to assist me,” Thanatos grumbled as he eased around another jagged spike of rock that blocked his path. “He can run the tunnels like the hound he is.” <br /><br />Thanatos had never liked Messengers. The clones were creepy with the way they would silently appear close to him, and they had no boundaries, were always teleporting into his castle without invitation, bypassing all his wards. Hades had given them too many powers when he had created them. <br /><br />Something which had proven dangerous during the rebellion, when several Messengers had sided with the enemy and revealed something that had unsettled even Hades. <br /><br />Some of them had developed the ability to feel emotion. <br /><br />Thanatos had witnessed it for himself in the Messenger he had encountered, the one who was looking for Calindria. The male hid it well, but Thanatos had seen the glimmer of emotions in his eyes when he had questioned him, had noticed it in the slight twist of his lips or twitch of his eyebrows. <br /><br />Hadn’t been able to miss it when the male had snarled at him that he didn’t serve Hades. <br /><br />Hades was going to have to deal with his creations. Servants with emotions and so much power were dangerous. At the very least, his god-king needed to cull those who exhibited feelings and ensure future Messengers were subjected to stringent tests and given less power. <br /><br />Perhaps his god-king could fashion them to be more like Thanatos’s servants—loyal, emotionless, powerless. His staff existed to serve him and carried out their duties without question. <br /><br />Ahead of him, the tunnel opened up again, rapidly doubling in width. He straightened and pressed his hand into his back, arched it and sighed as something popped. He drew down a deep breath and frowned as he swore he caught the scent of a fire. Not the wretched, almost sulphuric smell of the volcanoes that dotted this realm, but the smell of wood burning. <br /><br />He quickened his pace, his hand falling to his sword again, his black eyebrows pinching together as he strode into the gloom. It grew brighter as he neared the end of the tunnel and his step faltered. <br /><br />He recognised this place. <br /><br />His eyes darted around, taking in the stalactite laden ceiling of the enormous cavern, and his steps slowed further as he approached the edge of the broad ledge that jutted out high above the ground on one side of it. <br /><br />Thanatos drew to a halt near the edge of it, staring at the rusty oval cages suspended from the jagged cavern roof by thick chains. <br /><br />This was it. <br /><br />This was what Keras had seen. <br /><br />His heart beat harder at the thought he was close now, would be able to fulfil his mission for his god-king and would be well rewarded for it. <br /><br />Thanatos spread his black feathered wings and kicked off, sweeping down into the cavern. He circled the huge dome-shaped space, weaving around spires of rock. His eyes narrowed on each cage he passed. Some were empty. Others contained remains. <br /><br />None held Calindria. <br /><br />Or did they? <br /><br />He hovered before one cage that contained bones and held his hand out, drew down a deep breath and closed his eyes. Images flickered before him, revealing a female but this one a brunette. Not the one he was looking for. <br /><br />Calindria had golden hair and blue eyes, had been a bright and bubbly little thing when he had last seen her, hanging on the tails of Calistos. She had always hidden behind her twin or her father whenever Thanatos had visited, shyly peeking out at him, ducking back into cover whenever he had looked her way. <br /><br />He flew to another cage and repeated the process, hoping the rotting corpse wasn’t her. It wasn’t. <br /><br />Thanatos looked around the cavern, unable to imagine the delicate female in this place, unable to believe she had somehow survived being held here as her brother had said she had. Unsettled by how Keras swore she had felt pain when someone had attacked her with a spear. <br /><br />Something about that felt wrong. <br /><br />The dead felt no pain. <br /><br />Thanatos checked the remaining cages, and even the bones that littered the floor, but none of them were the bright-eyed daughter of Hades. He landed and furled his wings against his bare back, strode towards the scent of wood fire and investigated the camp. It was well lived in, with ancient animal bones piled in one corner together with old blankets and discarded rotting bedding. Around the fire, the bedding was fresh and almost new. <br /><br />He found evidence of two or possibly three people. Guards for those in the cages? Their tormenters? <br /><br />Thanatos walked around the wall of rock that shielded the guards’ quarters from the cages and frowned up at them. Where had the guards gone? The fire was still going, but he sensed no life here. <br /><br />His gaze fell and he frowned as it landed on a cage on its side. He canted his head as he strode to it, as he stooped and touched a dark patch on the ground. Damp. Someone had been in this cage recently. <br /><br />He stood swiftly. Had it been Calindria? Perhaps they had moved her. He did another sweep of the cavern, searching for more clues, and backtracked when his gaze caught on something. Frowned. He kicked off, beating his wings, swiftly crossing the span of gritty dirt. <br /><br />Thanatos landed soundlessly, his frown deepening as the turbulence caused by his wings destroyed what he had come to look at before he could investigate it. The two bodies crumbled to ash, swirled and scattered on the breeze. Whoever they had been, they had both been large males. He eyed the spear that lay on the ground near one of them. Guards. <br /><br />He crouched and held his hand over the ashes, but saw nothing. <br /><br />Strange. <br /><br />He looked back at the cage that rested on its side and then at the black ashes again. Had someone killed the guards and made off with Calindria? If they had, they couldn’t have gotten far. <br /><br />Thanatos spread his wings and beat them, did a lap of the cavern and found only three exits. He checked the opening of each of them, using his senses to see if anyone had entered them recently. The realm dulled them too much for him to make anything out. <br /><br />He huffed and looked at the ground, a thousand thoughts crowding his mind as he tried to figure out what to do. Which tunnel to pick? <br /><br />Thanatos tilted his head to one side, his eyes narrowing on the ground as he spotted something. He walked to it, eased into a crouch and ghosted his fingers over the scuff mark in the dirt, looked around and stilled. Further inside the tunnel was another, only this one had a distinct shape. <br /><br />A footprint. <br /><br />It was small, dainty. <br /><br />Bare. <br /><br />Feminine. <br /><br />And the only ones he could see. No one had made off with Calindria, if she had been the one in the cage. She had made off with herself. Had something killed the guards when they had been doing something with her, allowing her to escape? <br /><br />He rose to his feet and strode into the tunnel, moving as quickly as he could, his senses reaching out around him as he desperately sought a sign of life—a sign this was the right way. <br /><br />The tunnel opened out again ahead of him and his heart drummed harder against his ribs as he spotted more footprints. This had to be the right way. 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Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series. <br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">BLOG</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">TWITTER</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">YOUTUBE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">INSTAGRAM</a></b></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-88470098871017906072021-04-22T12:00:00.001+01:002021-04-22T12:00:00.261+01:00Blog Tour & Giveaway: Scorched by Darkness (Eternal Mates Book 18) by Felicity Heaton <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCuDcGYmr9UG8wG9bkHHrqGcmgToR5Oj_IFW1DC8MwgNT2kpOuGAer94CxI3AhSQ8SPxmhYDy8rpjdvPsoXh_b44QNTZrvwHYg6CALscgUkwTdJRA0dJSO1PWSZtBJfK2YVXg7ZW3sYia/s650/scorchedbydarkness-postgraphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="650" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCuDcGYmr9UG8wG9bkHHrqGcmgToR5Oj_IFW1DC8MwgNT2kpOuGAer94CxI3AhSQ8SPxmhYDy8rpjdvPsoXh_b44QNTZrvwHYg6CALscgUkwTdJRA0dJSO1PWSZtBJfK2YVXg7ZW3sYia/w640-h296/scorchedbydarkness-postgraphic.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><br /><br />New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new paranormal romance release, <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Scorched by Darkness</a>, the latest release in her popular <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Eternal Mates</a> world. <br /><br />There are now eighteen books in this series but don’t worry, you can dive right on in with <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Scorched by Darkness</a>, or start at the very beginning with <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Kissed by a Dark Prince</a>, which is FREE at all retailers right now. 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The clock in the grey stone tower to his right continued to chime the hour. <br /><br />Midnight. <br /><br />The hundreds of fae, witches, demons and other species crammed into the large square of the underground town swayed, hugged and sung together in a discordant melody that grated in Hartt’s ears as he stood unmoving, the only still thing in a churning sea. <br /><br />But inside him, it was a different matter. <br /><br />His stomach twisted and his mind spun, thoughts colliding and breaking apart, emotions threatening to unravel the tentative hold he had on the darkness. It lurked, waiting in the deepest recesses of his soul, a creeping and malevolent thing that hunted for a weakness in him, the tiniest fissure in his will that it could slip its claws into and rip wide open. <br /><br />He lifted his left hand and absently rubbed the spot over his sternum as acid filled the scraped out and raw abyss where his heart should have been. <br /><br />He had been a fool again. <br /><br />Hartt tried not to think about it as he stood there in the square, his back to one of the towering three-storey grey stone buildings that enclosed it on all sides. He tried not to think about her. <br /><br />Or the death wish he had. <br /><br />He must have one since he had just come close to stepping into Underworld, a nightclub in London, to speak with his ex. If he could call her an ex. Iolanthe had stood him up on their wedding day, had left him waiting at the grand celebration his family had put together. <br /><br />Looking like a fool. <br /><br />The rubbing grew harder as the empty pit ached, his heart attempting to resurrect itself. The temptation to call on his armour was strong. It would only take a simple mental command to the black and silver bands that encircled his wrists and the onyx scales would ripple over his body, transforming his fingers into talons that could easily slice through bone and remove the damned broken thing that passed for his heart, freeing him of its constant torment. <br /><br />He had been free. <br /><br />For centuries, he hadn’t thought about her. He had moved on with his life, had stepped off the route that had been laid before him by their parents and trod his own path in the world. <br /><br />And he had been happy. <br /><br />He had a friend who was like a brother to him, had founded an assassin guild that had a fearsome reputation and was undeniably the best one in Hell, and he had more coin than he could ever need. He wasn’t short on females either. If the mood struck him, he only had to take a walk through the town that had sprung up around his guild and take his pick of the females who lived in it. <br /><br />He had been happy. <br /><br />And then Harbin, a snow leopard shifter who was more like a friend than an employee, had done something reckless in the mortal realm. <br /><br />And his world had collided with Iolanthe’s again. <br /><br />And all the godsdamned feelings Hartt had thought long dead had come flooding back. <br /><br />So, like the fool he was, he had gone to see her tonight, well aware that if her jaguar shifter mate so much as smelled him nearby, he was a dead man. <br /><br />Worse, he had brought his family’s ring with him. <br /><br />One she should have worn on her finger. <br /><br />Hartt raised his hand and scrubbed it down his face, somehow held back a groan as he closed his eyes and shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? <br /><br />He blamed Fuery. His brother-not-by-blood was settling into his new life with his fated female, Shaia, a happy ending that the elf deserved after everything he had been through. Not only that, but Harbin was happily mated too. Seeing the two of them with their females was screwing with his head, rousing desires he should have forgotten. <br /><br />He blamed Iolanthe too. The shock of seeing her again after all these centuries must have jolted something loose. <br /><br />“She means nothing to me,” Hartt muttered as the people around him swayed and came close to jostling him too. <br /><br />The square was far too packed. It felt as if every person living in the fae town that occupied a cavern beneath a mountain in the highlands of Scotland was out tonight, crammed into the small heart of it to celebrate the dawning of a new year. <br /><br />Someone tried to grab him, leaning close to him, and he flashed fangs and snarled as he rolled his right shoulder and shirked them. The big shifter of undetermined species, although he smelled like a wet dog, grunted and shrugged, and grabbed one of the witches instead. She squealed in delight as he lifted her and spun, her petite booted feet coming up and almost clocking Hartt in the face. <br /><br />He huffed and leaned back to avoid being struck, and the darkness writhed in response to the switch in his emotions. If it had been a living being, it would have smirked. Sometimes, it felt as if it was alive and had a will of its own. <br /><br />Sometimes, he couldn’t control it, failed to contain it. <br /><br />Bad things happened then. <br /><br />Hartt sidestepped and peered at the crowd, forcing his mind back on track. The mission. The reason he had come to this fae town near Fort William. <br /><br />The intel he had gathered pointed towards his mark being here tonight, somewhere in this dense throng of revellers. While he couldn’t imagine his target celebrating the new year, let alone being anywhere near a crowd of this size, following up the lead seemed like a good way of distracting himself. <br /><br />He rubbed a hand over his mouth again. <br /><br />Gods, he needed a distraction. <br /><br />Taking on this contract was keeping him busy, but at a cost. Fuery wasn’t happy about it. His friend had been on his case about rolling solo on a mission since day one, didn’t care that the client had stipulated that he had to work alone on it. <br /><br />And that it had to be him who took it on. <br /><br />Fuery preferred him away from the frontlines, as far from danger as he could get, and while Hartt usually indulged him because he didn’t want Fuery to suffer, he couldn’t do it this time. He needed some action. He needed some space, some time away from the guild. He just needed a moment to breathe. <br /><br />A distraction. <br /><br />His gaze hopped over the heads of the gathered males and females, cataloguing them all, discerning their species whenever he could from a distance. The demons were easy to pick out from the crowd with their horns that flared from behind the tops of their pointed ears and the fact they stood a head taller than most of the crowd, as he did. The witches were equally as easy to identify for the most part thanks to their gender—mainly female—and the colourful and interesting fashion they wore. <br /><br />Neither species were of interest to him. <br /><br />He kept searching, picking out the vampires he could easily spot, studying them to see if they reacted to anyone else nearby, someone unseen by him. They were all too interested in eyeing up potential prey among the gathered, their crimson eyes following females or males that were clearly inebriated. Easy pickings. <br /><br />His mark was here somewhere. <br /><br />Hartt moved again, wove through the people and headed towards a set of broad grey stone steps that led up to a raised walkway that ran around three sides of the square. A better vantage point. <br /><br />He stopped near the top step and his gaze caught on something on the other side of the square. <br /><br />A distraction. <br /><br />Her flame-red hair tumbled around slight shoulders in soft waves as she peered at the crowd. The dark makeup that surrounded her eyes and streaked across her temples made her honey-coloured eyes look stunningly bright as they sought something. Burgundy leather hugged long lean legs and a curvy waist, cupped breasts that had many males staring. She paid them no heed as she frowned at the gathered, a mulish or possibly dissatisfied twist to her red lips. <br /><br />Hartt studied her in silence, still amidst the crowd as they pushed their way down the stairs behind him, as if his boots were rooted to the stone. <br /><br />She was unmoving too, her amber gaze serenely taking in her surroundings, charting everything. <br /><br />His black eyebrows pinched hard as she was forced to take a step back and then turned, drifting down into the crowd in the middle of a group of demons. He canted his head, curious now as he tracked her through the crowd, as she emerged from the trio of demons and left them behind. She slipped through a gaggle of witches and twittering succubi and stopped at the far end of the square, closer to the clock tower. <br /><br />The crowd was thicker there, stealing her from view. <br /><br />He growled as he lost sight of her as a large group of males pushed their way deeper into the busy square from the avenue that led to the northern section of the town. Shifters of some sort if he had to guess. They jostled and jabbed at each other, grinned and whistled at several females, gaining scowls from some and sultry smiles and interested looks from others. <br /><br />Hartt focused and teleported, landing on one of the roofs of the tall dark grey stone buildings. The tight feeling in his breast loosened as he spotted the redhead again, and he didn’t try to decipher the reason why he had felt compelled to keep track of her, why he had felt a strange, almost desperate need to see her again. <br /><br />He didn’t need to. <br /><br />Every instinct he possessed told him there was something off about her. <br /><br />Something wrong. <br /><br />At first, he had thought she was simply looking for someone she knew, or perhaps she had lost her friends in the busy crowd. <br /><br />Now, as he eased into a crouch at the edge of the pitched slate roof, he knew better. <br /><br />His lips quirked into a half-smile. <br /><br />She had been looking at everyone but him. <br /><br />Diligently keeping those bright honey-coloured eyes away from him as she had scanned the crowd. <br /><br />Eyes that now leaped to and locked onto the spot where he had been on the walkway. <br /><br />A little frown creased her brow as she stared at it, and then her gaze was moving, roving over the crowd as that scowl intensified. Seeking him. He moved a foot to his right, pressed his side to the smoking chimney and peered around it, using it as cover as he observed her. <br /><br />If he had to guess, he would say she was a fellow assassin. <br /><br />He realised something else as she looked off to her right and her eyes remained fixed there, tracking something off to his left, at the opposite end of the square to the clock tower. <br /><br />Hartt looked there too and cursed as he spotted what she had. <br /><br />She was after the same mark as him. <br /><br />His violet gaze leaped back to her, and something in the region of his stomach sank slowly towards his boots even as fire ignited in his veins. He had the terrible feeling that taking on this contract had been both a good and a terrible idea. <br /><br />She was a beautiful distraction. <br /><br />But he was going to have to kill her.
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<br /><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince</a> <b>(FREE AT SELECTED RETAILERS!)</b><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 5: Craved by an Alpha</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 7: Taken by a Dragon</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 8: Marked by an Assassin</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 12: Turned by a Tiger</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 16: Avenged by an Angel</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 17: Seduced by a Demon King</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 18: Scorched by Darkness</a> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWol-AM4KfRhU_eyMmMVUmSCdI7O3BSx8HSkgtbUsCXkyi-SMde7473kXBhQbNlQvDy4_hM1AQa9skjLZFi-k-lLfo2tlmvfJ3UBM-5qNi_TEl7DOawlLcl4VEbJb9lK63w82SGM1BJ6bl/s450/aboutfelicity.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWol-AM4KfRhU_eyMmMVUmSCdI7O3BSx8HSkgtbUsCXkyi-SMde7473kXBhQbNlQvDy4_hM1AQa9skjLZFi-k-lLfo2tlmvfJ3UBM-5qNi_TEl7DOawlLcl4VEbJb9lK63w82SGM1BJ6bl/s320/aboutfelicity.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbob76vPlV2b2cO-NHGi1Yb0z3_Qy7dTZioaeYCJvaUgzlxkW3Y9IX50dVgs5dAhRga2gtWDnwKY9pRPrJOetugEWtwVZMgeu7P7WU6uZ0vyhGJNAaWSRNiuE2UMJ2uTrbNnsw5455KnN9/s320/felicityheaton.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too. <br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series. <br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">BLOG</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">TWITTER</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">GOODREADS</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">INSTAGRAM</a></b></div><br /></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-68984794640765468772021-04-13T02:00:00.001+01:002021-04-13T02:00:00.277+01:00Book Review of Dawn of Ra (Blood of Ra Trilogy Prequel) by M Sasinowski<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdgW3K0i2UME0wIvQNOJmXXgUQdNn_VpLsaSFwBHZstK9Hir4EqXsE0ZnZNLToOMCuP-VxEImbCTZVFv7HrTo1pJ1Uiy1zlBUqF5WfwYJiaeQatJVyJEIjmxK5AnLIDw08w1I9vPBh26G/s500/Dawn+of+Ra.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="313" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdgW3K0i2UME0wIvQNOJmXXgUQdNn_VpLsaSFwBHZstK9Hir4EqXsE0ZnZNLToOMCuP-VxEImbCTZVFv7HrTo1pJ1Uiy1zlBUqF5WfwYJiaeQatJVyJEIjmxK5AnLIDw08w1I9vPBh26G/w250-h400/Dawn+of+Ra.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Title:</b> Dawn of Ra (Blood of Ra Prequel)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre:</b> YA Science Fiction/Thriller</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pages:</b> 396</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Author:</b> M. Sasinowski</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Date Published:</b> 5 December 2020</div><br /><br /><b><u>Synopsis:</u></b><div><b><br /></b></div>The prequel to the best-selling Blood of Ra Trilogy<br /><br /><div>Millennia before Alyssa, Paul, and Tasha...<br /><br /></div><div>The ancient Rathadi and Pureans live side by side, sharing the island entrusted to their care. When the fragile peace between them is shattered, a young boy, exiled to a distant land, rises to become worshipped as the falcon-headed god. <br /><br /></div><div>This is his prophecy. This is his story.<br /><br /></div><div>This is how it all began.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><u>Review:</u></b></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56035848-dawn-of-ra" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Dawn of Ra (Blood of Ra Prequel Book One)" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1606258322l/56035848._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56035848-dawn-of-ra">Dawn of Ra</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18297016.M_Sasinowski">M. Sasinowski</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3784881531">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Heru-Pa, being a Rathadi, is about to go through an important rite where he and his sentinel become one, and he will be given his true name (Horus). Set is destined to reign over the Purean's. However, when the island of Atlantis is attacked by a foe long thought dead, both of them will have to face challenges that would crush anyone, never mind two twelve-year-olds. <br /><br />Having read the trilogy, I was excited when I heard this book was available to pre-order. I downloaded it as soon as it became available.<br /><br />I was quickly swept up into the tale. I loved the way the two boys acted, like brothers. I also liked how they grew as the story progressed. I spent most of my time on a rollercoaster of emotion throughout. I cursed the author in my head for it. However, I also thanked him because he brought the characters to life.<br /><br />It's a stand-alone read, so even if you read the trilogy first, you will not face confusion. However, it explains the history that joins Alyssa's destiny. My only criticism is that I wish it was a little longer and showed Horus as a young man/adult and up until he came face to face with Alyssa. I know it wasn't possible as it spanned millennia. Nevertheless, I loved the journey from beginning to end.<br /><br />M. Sasinowski is a fantastic author. As Heir of Ra was his first book, I think this author is one to watch. I love his fast-paced writing style. His characters come to life on the page, and I can picture the scenes in my mind's eye with ease. I also love the story flow, which runs smoothly from scene to scene. I've added him to my favourite author's list.<br /><br />There are scenes of a sexual nature (not explicitly shown) between adult characters, and there is some violence, so I feel that parental guidance may be required. I highly recommend this book (and series) to teens and adults alike who love YA science fiction, fantasy, action, adventure, thrillers, mysteries, mythology, and romance genres. - Lynn Worton
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<div><br /></div><div><b><u>About The Author:</u></b><br />Taken from Amazon.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuY9XiBESfFZD0sgueeGSnwCNcqi0X89NQL4iVi4WctXjXoXtjAnYWT7tsoaC_OT6T0iB3cZATfzyMgsI0N04wvJmJa9qOiq02TwK3ES5JEVYciobj7tHN5UkGTKwWwMPv58SGgwCENxc/s1600/18297016.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="622" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuY9XiBESfFZD0sgueeGSnwCNcqi0X89NQL4iVi4WctXjXoXtjAnYWT7tsoaC_OT6T0iB3cZATfzyMgsI0N04wvJmJa9qOiq02TwK3ES5JEVYciobj7tHN5UkGTKwWwMPv58SGgwCENxc/s200/18297016.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />About the Author - written from the point-of-view of his 15-year old daughter (that's me! :)<br /><br />Some say that M. Sasinowski writes until 4 am... fueled by a single cup of decaf coffee. Others say this Polish-born American hyper-nerd absorbs energy from late-night TV space shows. No matter the truth... he's my dad. He will never be cool.<br /><br />He loves archaeology, Star Wars/Trek, martial arts (especially women who kick butt), and impromptu father/daughter (that's me! :) science debates or music jam-sessions. He's kind of smart, I suppose (he has a physics PhD and an MD, or whatever) and likes to build computers for fun.<br /><br />His teenage daughter (that's me! :) is occasionally a handful to deal with and also served as the inspiration for the main character in his debut young adult novel Heir of Ra.<br /><br />You may recognize him from his glorious hair or his tendency to do the "vacuum cleaner" dance to embarrass his daughter (that's me... :(.<br /><br />If you ever see this man, approach with care and greet him in a language he understands, like in Klingon or, better yet, in Wookie.<br /><br />Guurrghghgh!<br /><br /><div><b><u>Author Links:</u></b></div><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18297016.M_Sasinowski">Goodreads</a> ; <a href="https://www.amazon.com/M.-Sasinowski/e/B07GDV6JTQ">Amazon Author Page</a> ; <a href="http://heirofra.com/">Website</a> ; <a href="https://twitter.com/heirofra">Twitter</a></span></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-65111848550424696792020-11-30T20:19:00.001+00:002020-11-30T20:19:27.347+00:00Book Release Blitz: Keras (Guardians of Hades series Book 7) by Felicity Heaton @FelicityHeaton<div class="separator"><div class="separator">New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton has just released <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">KERAS</a>, the latest paranormal romance novel in her epic <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Guardians of Hades series</a>. </div><br /><b>If you love dark, alpha Greek gods and strong heroines who bring them to their knees, together with epic action, sizzling passion and high stakes drama, then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger! <br /></b></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2UHy2iwVe58aNUzgL726IrgepEw8f7y20usO8aDi9xmEApoMBdrJOkkVTE08mXguCGvdIVUmf05MmvaavR4uzHH3VPv2VKYpIIX4i7nIjyPZ9X7dcZVK6JKaEv6dSiXOHwCnjeUJUGrT/w426-h640/keras-felicityheaton.jpg" width="426" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Keras (Guardians of Hades Paranormal Romance Series Book 7)</a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>by Felicity Heaton</b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras is darkness. It sustains him. It strengthens him. It offers relief from the pain born of his feelings for a goddess of Olympus, a bewitching and beautiful female placed beyond his reach—one who stole his heart and broke it. Centuries of enduring that pain have left him tired, and the temptation to surrender control to that side of himself grows each day. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even when he knows that darkness will destroy him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo has regrets. Hundreds of them. But the one that has plagued her for centuries, is the moment that shattered her friendship with the firstborn of Hades and her own heart with it—a moment that changed her and set her on a new path. With the battle between the sons of Hades and the daemons turning more dangerous for the man she loves, she can no longer stand on the sidelines. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It’s time for this goddess of war to risk everything to fight for what she wants. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As the battle to save the Underworld and the mortal realm rages to dangerous new heights, will Keras be consumed by the darkness or will Enyo be the light that saves him? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Grab your copy today at <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">http://www.felicityheaton.com/guardians-of-hades-keras-paranormal-romance-book.php</a> </b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-P8JTqeSFTZ6o-8RRzLG3882xzQ1WlTdMJnDWgKuwWkKlobbndN8blyFWBzNddSfn8hMmPtPJrkRbAWm9Dlw3k2ol1B7zESI_Eb8I9PJTw1D9rIoPZ2TXHKLN-xndX2Z5KR2XSqxcxwrT/s1200/keras-promo-square.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-P8JTqeSFTZ6o-8RRzLG3882xzQ1WlTdMJnDWgKuwWkKlobbndN8blyFWBzNddSfn8hMmPtPJrkRbAWm9Dlw3k2ol1B7zESI_Eb8I9PJTw1D9rIoPZ2TXHKLN-xndX2Z5KR2XSqxcxwrT/s320/keras-promo-square.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>EXCERPT</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo smoothed her black breastplate, fingers rubbing over the point where it met her waist, flowing down to the strips of onyx leather that encircled her hips. She repeated the process over and over again as she peered at herself in the mirror. The bright sunlight that streamed in through the windows on the left and right of her bedroom reflected off the silver metalwork on her armour. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her senses stretched around her, sharpening to keep track of her brother. He remained at a distance, which was helping to keep her nerves in check, but did nothing to help her vanquish them completely. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The thought of what she was about to do kept them at a constant simmer inside her, had her smoothing her armour again. She twisted away from the mirror, pacing across the marble floor, her boots loud in the heavy silence that shrouded her. She struggled with her fear, battled it violently, refusing to let it get the better of her. She was a goddess of war, born for battle, shouldn’t be afraid of what she was about to do. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She kept telling herself that again and again, but it wouldn’t sink in. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo paced back across her bedroom, each swift stride carrying her rapidly from one wall of the pale room to the other. She stilled when she sensed someone outside in the corridor, her focus narrowing on them as she waited. They moved on and she breathed a little easier when she realised it was only one of her brother’s aides. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was foolish of her. If her brother discovered what she was about to do, or found out after she had gone through with it, he would be furious with her. She had vowed not to interfere with the war erupting in the Underworld, but she couldn’t stand by any longer, allowing the sons of Hades to fight alone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She needed to be there, needed to help them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Needed to help him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo strode back to the mirror, untied her hair and raked her fingers through it, smoothing the long black strands. Was it better down? She canted her head left and right, unable to decide. It was better down. No. It was better up. It looked more professional, would give a better impression, and make it clear she was only there to offer help. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even when she wasn’t. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She pulled her hair back and twisted it into a bun, fastening it with silver clasps. Much better. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her stomach flipped, and not for the first time. It had been constantly turning since she had made her decision. She would leave Olympus. She would go against her brother’s wishes. She had to. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So why was she still here? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why couldn’t she find the courage to face him? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo blew out her breath, seeking the resolve she had felt when she had spoken with Marek. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She needed to do this. She needed to see Keras again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She needed to face him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was a goddess of war, not a weak little maiden. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But the thought of facing Keras was more terrifying than the thought of entering a battle where it was only her against ten thousand powerful enemies. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She pivoted away from the mirror, crossed the room to her wardrobes and rifled through her dresses. She stopped herself. Looked down at her armour. She looked fine in it. She was just delaying things now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo drew down another deep breath and summoned the power to teleport before her nerve failed her again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Light whirled around her, and when it dissipated, she was standing on the zinc roof of a Parisian townhouse. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She stared across the road at the building opposite her, all of her focus on it, her nerves rising faster now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras was in there. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She could feel his power, and gods, it was a sweet comfort and a torment at the same time. How long had it been since she had felt this? How long had it been since she had seen him? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She slowly eased into a crouch, planting one hand between her spread knees for balance. The night air was cool around her, heavy with the scent of rain. In the distance, thunder rumbled. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo lingered, eyes fixed on the warmly lit windows of the pale townhouse opposite her, heart thudding against her chest. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That heart shot into her throat when a black shadow moved across one of the windows to the right of the building, drawing her gaze there. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She swallowed to wet her dry mouth as she watched him move around the room. A trickle of excitement ran through her blood, an urge to move closer so she could see him more clearly filling her. She wanted a better look at him, not these stolen moments where she couldn’t see all of him. She wanted to see if he was as she remembered him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But still, she hesitated. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her mind filled with when they were last together, and she cursed her own weakness. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras wouldn’t want to see her, and she could understand that. She despised how she had acted then, how weak she had been, allowing her brother to manipulate her and use that weakness against her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had taken her fear, all of her doubts, and moulded them into a weapon. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And she had been blind to it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had believed him when he had told her that Hades would never approve of the match, that he would expect more for his firstborn son than her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hearing that had stung her, not only because she had believed she could be with Keras but because it made her realise that her brother thought she wasn’t worthy of someone like him. It had shown her how little he thought of her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Looking back now, she could see why he had done it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marrying Keras would not only have reflected badly on her brother Ares because he had promised her to another, but she would have been elevated in society and may have even surpassed him in standing and power. Her eyes were open now. She had learned over the last two centuries that her brother was an egotistical bastard, lived to constantly hold her back so she couldn’t surpass him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had trampled her feelings to keep her in her place. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She should have known that the moment he had confronted her two centuries ago, should have seen the reason why he had done it, why he had chosen to confront her the second he had noticed she was spending a lot of time with Keras and the two of them had been growing close. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gods, she had been so defensive in response and had denied feeling something for Keras, and that was something she had come to regret. Her weakness had plagued her these last two hundred years. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She should have stood up to her brother. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She shouldn’t have let him walk all over her like that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It had taken her far too many centuries to reach this breaking point, but she was going to step over that line her brother Ares had drawn, was going to defy him and do what her heart desired for once. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That heart ached as Keras moved to the next room, briefly disappearing before he appeared beyond an elegant couch. He kept walking, concealed by another wall for a hard beat of her heart before he emerged. He opened cupboards and withdrew some things, set them down before him and stood with his back to the window—to her—obscuring her view of the items. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What was he doing? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Preparing a meal? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A smile wound its way onto her lips as she recalled a moment with him, one shortly after he had moved into his own home on the grounds of the main palace in the Underworld. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had confessed he found the thought of learning to cook appealing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had teased him often about that in the years that had followed, and always he had grumbled about how his parents insisted that the household staff took care of that sort of thing for him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His parents were as old-world as her brother, believed that cooking and cleaning were the domain of servants, not the gods who ruled the lands of the Underworld and Olympus. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo had tried to cook once, had been wandering the shores of Olympus near to the port and had found herself on rocks that jutted out into the crystal-clear water. Fish had been swimming around below her, and she had watched them for a while before realising that she wasn’t alone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Two men had been fishing further along the shore, and she had approached them, had been curious about what they were doing. They had kindly answered her questions and made an offering of fish to her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had attempted to cook it on their open fire, much to their amusement. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently, it was better to remove the guts first. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A lesson that she still remembered now, together with how she had made the two men laugh by mentioning how removing guts was a speciality of hers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo let those memories fade away and focused back on the present, on the dark god in the building opposite her as he stood with his back to her, still in the same place she had left him when her mind had wandered. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She was putting things off. She knew it deep in her heart. The memories she conjured were a distraction, a way of lingering where she was, avoiding facing him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She pulled down an unsteady breath and blew it out, steeling herself. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Be brave,” she murmured softly and rose to her feet. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She clenched her fists at her sides, and then flexed her fingers, called to mind all the times she had gone to battle. Countless wars. She had fought in thousands of them with her brother and sometimes alone. This was no different to them, and no more frightening. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was though. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was infinitely more terrifying. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She hadn’t seen Keras since he had been banished to this world. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Since she had told him that she was betrothed to another. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She stared at Keras’s back, aching with the need to go to him, to look into his eyes and read his feelings in them as she used to. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Had he ever had feelings for her beyond friendship? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had closely guarded his heart when she had known him, had never given her a clear indication that he felt the same way as she did. Maybe if he had, she would have found the courage to defy her brother two hundred years ago. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She pushed those thoughts aside, aware that they weren’t helping her and that there was no point in thinking about how things might have been. She couldn’t change the past. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She could only shape the future. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Starting right here, right now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">By speaking with him again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Would he remember her? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marek said that he did, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to place what little faith she had in the words he had offered her. She feared that Marek was wrong and that if Keras had ever felt something for her, those feelings either no longer existed or no longer matched hers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Focus on why you are here,” she muttered, using it to bolster her courage. “You came to give him information.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A sound plan. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One she had put into motion upon hearing from her brother that Nemesis had betrayed Hades. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo had done a little digging, as Marek called it, and had heard many rumours about Nemesis. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She sucked down another breath and held it as she teleported, appearing in a swirl of white-blue smoke in the kitchen of Keras’s home. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only a few feet behind him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her heart thundered, blood rushing like a torrent through her veins as nerves instantly crashed over her, had her hands shaking so badly she had to ball them into fists at her sides. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To distract herself from her fear, she took in the room, not missing how different it was to Marek’s Spanish villa. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It suited Keras. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There was an understated elegance about the room, a sense of luxury in every small detail. Clean white walls. Crisp, polished wood. Delicate fabrics on the chairs seated around the table to her right. A chandelier that twinkled at her through the doorway beyond it, the crystals and gold reflecting warm light. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She could only imagine the money Keras had poured into his home. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was opulent. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Befitting of the firstborn of Hades. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was also very neat. Everything had a place and was in it, and not a speck of dust marred the furniture. She had never noticed how neat Keras was. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her gaze strayed back to him, her heartbeat going off the scale again as she mustered her courage, as curiosity tugged a question to her lips. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why hadn’t he sensed her yet? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe he had. Maybe he was aware of her and too angry with her to face her. She studied him and frowned when she sensed no anger in him. She would have pondered whether he was struggling with other emotions. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only she couldn’t sense anything coming from him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Which was odd. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had been attuned to him once, able to detect the slightest shift in his feelings. Perhaps in their years apart, that skill had grown rusty, or a distance had grown between them, stealing it from her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo watched him for a few seconds more, giving herself time to grow accustomed to the fact it was Keras before her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His rich masculine scent was the same, teased her senses with earth and spice, had her recalling the time she had fallen asleep resting against his shoulder in the secluded arbour in her brother’s garden. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It warmed her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Soothed her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gave her the courage she had been lacking as he opened the cupboard set into the kitchen island in front of him and bent over. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“It has been two centuries since I last laid eyes upon that fine backside, but I do believe I would recognise it anywhere.” Enyo cringed as she finished saying that, sure she had made a terrible mistake and he wouldn’t remember that day several hundred years ago, when they had been hunting in the mortal world, and his horse had bolted. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had found him thrown face-first into a bush, his backside sticking out of it, and had remarked about recognising his fine backside. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tense seconds trickled past. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras straightened and turned. “Enyo!” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When he smiled at her, his emerald eyes lighting up with it, all of her nerves rushed out of her, replaced with warmth that heated her right down to her marrow. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To her soul. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gods, he was as gorgeous as she remembered, and something hit her hard. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She had missed him so badly. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Surprise swept through her when he stepped into her and wrapped his arms around her, swiftly giving way to a lightness that chased every shadow from her heart, every fear from her mind as he held her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She hugged him back, closed her eyes and told herself to keep it together and not be weak. She leaned into his embrace, fighting tears that stung her eyes. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her, tangled ribbons of them that pulled her along with them, had her spinning as she held him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She kissed his cheek, secretly breathed him in. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He still smelled the same. Still felt the same. If not better. It had been centuries, but she had never forgotten how good it felt to be in his arms. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She did her best not to cling to him, not to let him see how deeply his friendly greeting was affecting her as a single thought spun through her mind. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was Keras—his cheek beneath her lips, his strong arms around her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She pulled herself together and withdrew her lips, before she ended up making a fool of herself. If she hadn’t managed that already. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras drew back and smiled at her. “Anyone would think you had missed me.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She laughed, but couldn’t deny it. “There isn’t a man in all the Underworld who can hug like you do.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His arms dropped away from her as he stepped back, the embrace over too soon, and she schooled her features to hide her disappointment. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her nerves began to rise again as silence stretched between them once more, as he stared at her, and she swore something lit his green eyes, something cold and dark. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“I have been scouting the Underworld,” she blurted, and cursed herself. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She crushed her nerves. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They rose back up again, persistent and more than a little annoying. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She needed to appear strong, as confident as she used to be. She needed Keras to believe she had only come to relay information to him, at least until she felt sure of a few things. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like whether or not he hated her now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“People have been seen entering Nemesis’s realm over the last few decades. Not the usual gods or goddesses who are summoned there either. I heard several reports that people of an unknown breed had visited her.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras leaned his backside against the black counter of the island and folded his arms across his chest. Her gaze crept down to it, to the onyx material that hugged his lean muscled figure. The modern dress of the mortal world suited him, accentuated his fine figure, revealing his long legs and how his wide shoulders tapered into a trim waist. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“What breeds?” His deep voice rolled over her, warming her and making it hard to think. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“I am not sure.” That was the truth and not just because she felt a little addled being in his presence again, was still a little off-balance from the hug he had given her. “There were reports of both males and females, but none of them gods or goddesses. Not even demigods of note, but I cannot be certain there are not some involved. I can question the people who spoke of them and see if they know. Perhaps even visit the communities and ask questions there.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“If more Hellspawn are involved, Father would want to know.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hellspawn. A term he and his brothers often used for the breeds Hades had allowed to remain in the Underworld after the last rebellion. The breeds that had been banished had been renamed daemons, a word that sounded more like a vile curse whenever Hades or Keras had spoken it in front of her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras dipped his head, and a damp ribbon of black hair slipped onto his brow, curled there and caressed his pale skin. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He had bathed recently. Just the thought of him doing such a thing had heat licking through her veins. She fought it and subdued it, aware that Keras’s senses were strong and not wanting him to detect the desire that still burned inside her despite their centuries apart. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He swept the rogue strand back and ran his long fingers through his hair. “Thank you for your information.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo frowned at that, his cold response causing her nerves to gain ground. Was he angry with her because she had never come to see him? Marek had told her more than once that she caused him trouble when she came to see him rather than Keras, that Keras was always furious with him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was he furious with her too? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He leaned to his right and went to turn. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her gaze snagged on the bottle on the black counter and the empty glass beside it. “What is that?” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She jerked her chin towards it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras didn’t even glance at it. “An experiment.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She read the red and white label. Vodka. She knew what that was. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Alcohol?” Her gaze leaped back to collide with his as shock rippled through her. “I thought that—” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras cut her off. “Valen tried it and went off the deep end.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Off the deep end?” She couldn’t hide the confusion that swept over her, knew he had heard it when a semblance of a smile touched his lips. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“A mortal saying. It means to lose control. To be wild.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo filed it away as she looked from the bottle to him, concern replacing her confusion. Valen had lost control, and Keras had decided to imbibe the same mortal-made brew that had made him wild. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Did he want to go off the deep end too? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“And you?” She frowned at him. “What did you feel?” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her eyes strayed to the bottle again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Nothing.” Keras shifted a step to his left, into the path of her gaze. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Why?” She lifted her eyes back to his, unsure whether she was asking him why it hadn’t worked or why he had done something as reckless as drinking mortal alcohol when he knew how badly it affected him and his brothers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He hiked his shoulders. “I am still trying to figure that one out.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo moved around him, deeper into the kitchen, curiosity and concern pulling her forwards, flooding her with a need to see the bottle. “How much did you drink?” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He took hold of it before she could get a look at it by moving around him and held it up for her to see. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A third of it was missing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Far more than she had expected. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She hoped to the gods that he had at least started with a sip to gauge his reaction to it rather than diving straight in at a full glass. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She stared at the bottle, unable to shake the feeling something was wrong. Very wrong. A third of a bottle of alcohol was a lot for him to drink. Was this more than an experiment? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Had he hoped to awaken the same destructive power that Valen had by drinking alcohol? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her gaze drifted back to meet his. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why would he want to unleash that sort of power on this world? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His eyes revealed nothing, not a single trace of what he was feeling. His heart was closed to her, and it chilled her, had the warmth she had felt from being in his presence and in his arms turning to ice in her veins. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She reminded herself that she deserved his anger and this cold shoulder. She had come here to make amends, to slowly piece their friendship back together and perhaps even build on it in time. Olympus hadn’t been built in a day, and she was going to have to pick up the rubble of their past before she could begin constructing the future she wanted with him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Or at least a path that might bring her there if he felt something for her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now, she wasn’t sure that he did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In fact, she felt certain he didn’t and that he never had. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She tried to focus on the present, refusing to let the past jade her or read into things too much. She had leaped the first hurdle. She just had to keep on her feet now and keep running forwards. No looking back. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“Perhaps your inhibitors are too strong?” she said. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He tensed, and his eyes darkened briefly, a shadow passing across them that lifted when he glanced down at his wrists, at the twin bands that encircled them, dampening his powers so he could be in this world without destroying it with the strength of them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She’d had thousands of years in this world to learn to control her power, and he had been thrust into it without any training, expected to know how to hold back his strength. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“A reaction?” Enyo watched him closely, canting her head to her right as she tried to decipher whether the alcohol he had consumed was affecting him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He barely shook his head and didn’t look at her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She closed the distance between them again and took hold of his hands. An electric thrill bolted up both of her arms, had a shiver tripping down her spine as she felt the coolness of his skin against hers. He had always run a few degrees colder than her, something she blamed on his father’s genes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hades could be as cold as they came. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo used her thumbs to brush the cuffs of his black dress shirt back and stroked them over the twin braided onyx bands that encircled his wrists, sitting flush against his skin. The power locked within them seeped into her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The man she had known in the Underworld. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Never as strong as she was, but still incredibly powerful. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She watched her thumbs caressing his wrists, fought another bout of nerves and ridiculous tears that wanted to fill her eyes as she felt a shadow of the connection that had once existed between them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras’s hands. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Strong. Capable. Skilled in battle. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wrestling her emotions back under control, she lifted her gaze to his face, burning with a need to take it in again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His green eyes lingered on her hands where she touched him, something she couldn’t decipher slowly filling them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">“I really did miss you,” she whispered, and cursed when the tears she thought she had wrangled under control began to fill her eyes. She blinked them away before he could see them. “I haven’t had a good fight in centuries.” </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He smiled, but it lacked the emotion it would have held once. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He slipped his hands free of hers and turned his back to her, grabbed the glass and carried it to the sink to her left. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enyo stared at the bottle on the black counter. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It worried her to see him doing something so irresponsible. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn’t like him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sure, she had been hitting the ambrosia again recently, since things had started getting more intense in the mortal world. She had needed the escape it offered as her worry for Keras’s safety had grown. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Was Keras seeking such an escape too? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Keras casually turned back to face her, the air between them growing awkward again, something she felt sure she was the only one feeling. He stared at her in silence, and again she was hit by the fact that there wasn’t a single trace of emotion in his emerald eyes, none of the anger she deserved for avoiding him for two centuries and for the manner of their parting. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He was strangely calm. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There wasn’t even a hint of hurt in him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It made her feel as if she was looking at a different man. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the centuries she had known him, Keras had always shared his father’s personality, often calm on the surface but seething with powerful emotions beneath, a churning and dangerous mass of them that were liable to erupt to the surface at any moment. He had always been unpredictable. She had never known when his temper would snap, but she had always known when he was angry. His tone had never revealed it, but his eyes had. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now those eyes were empty as they gazed at her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She thought about the things Marek had said to her and the messages Valen had sent. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And felt they were both right. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Something was wrong with Keras. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Very wrong. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Grab your copy today at <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">http://www.felicityheaton.com/guardians-of-hades-keras-paranormal-romance-book.php</a> </b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>BOOKS IN THE SERIES</b> </div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 1: Ares</a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 2: Valen</a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 3: Esher</a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 4: Marek</a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 5: Calistos </a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 6: Daimon</a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 7: Keras</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Book 8: Thanatos – Coming in 2021 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ABOUT FELICITY</b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan, then you will enjoy her books too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires, then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic, then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you want to know more about Felicity or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">BLOG</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">TWITTER</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">GOODREADS</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">INSTAGRAM</a></b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fIZF5RI0vaZz24gdZuQabezjIaV64wyQNLDEkTwnIapVh8W3_RFCIMs2E_Pv9Ha4jcsWtcWOgsB1lXmWIoD4LMVQ-0olU10ddvolUT3UDDwIbh4sB0YZsKckSLfosXYSkqe4_Ekab2Ty/s1200/keras-twitter.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fIZF5RI0vaZz24gdZuQabezjIaV64wyQNLDEkTwnIapVh8W3_RFCIMs2E_Pv9Ha4jcsWtcWOgsB1lXmWIoD4LMVQ-0olU10ddvolUT3UDDwIbh4sB0YZsKckSLfosXYSkqe4_Ekab2Ty/s320/keras-twitter.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-31030203519765562962020-11-18T12:00:00.001+00:002020-11-18T12:00:01.080+00:00Book Tour and Review of Just Shelby by Brooklyn James @BrooklynJames7<p> I am thrilled to bring you the book tour of Just Shelby, the new book by author Brooklyn James.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJepwSA6qIxTPuKJmUU9bn9hXGW4sCbpH3YrbevLD9euEYrAJ3M5hMrEi26uRUWkjB-IVAsdHDqcxegbq9EiSHHOCakCFLrY2k_6pZtuRZKoik109wERVWbXdnJgZfK3-4IkfHWCGPjZ8E/s500/Just+Shelby.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJepwSA6qIxTPuKJmUU9bn9hXGW4sCbpH3YrbevLD9euEYrAJ3M5hMrEi26uRUWkjB-IVAsdHDqcxegbq9EiSHHOCakCFLrY2k_6pZtuRZKoik109wERVWbXdnJgZfK3-4IkfHWCGPjZ8E/w426-h640/Just+Shelby.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Title:</b> Just Shelby</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre:</b> YA Romance</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pages: </b>301</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Author:</b> Brooklyn James</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Date Published:</b> 27 October 2020</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u>Synopsis:</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div>A secret note square found in a handmade guitar proves that small-town gossip is not only ubiquitous but occasionally true. This gossip comes with strings rivaling those on Ace Cooper’s guitar, the safest strings he will ever have around his heart.<br /><br />Ace’s father warns him to stay away from the Lynn girl. Daughter of a deceased bootlegger and a barely living addict, Shelby Lynn is no stranger to small-town contempt. She keeps her nose in the books and feet to the ground, a college scholarship the only escape from her tumultuous life.<br /><br />As Ace’s heartstrings unravel, so does his family’s role in Shelby’s broken past. Thrust into a precarious journey of their roots brimming with music and betrayal, the two have never been closer…to the truth of how Shelby’s father died. One truth transforms every facet of their lives forever.<br /><br />A dual POV friends-to-first-love story, Just Shelby is an unsuspecting mystery that depicts how growing together can sometimes hurt worse than growing apart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><u>My Review:</u></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55133759-just-shelby" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Just Shelby" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1599564017l/55133759._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55133759-just-shelby">Just Shelby</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4406722.Brooklyn_James">Brooklyn James</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3623632130">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Just Shelby is a young adult, coming of age tale that takes the reader on an emotional journey.<br /><br />Shelby Lynn is a wonderful character. I liked her a lot. She is the daughter of a deceased bootlegger father and a drug addict mother. She faces challenges that most people struggle with - peer pressure, small-town gossip and job prospects that are rather lacking. However, she has plans, big ones, to get a running scholarship and go to college so that she can escape from the judgement of the townsfolk. Her one saving grace is her friendship with Ace.<br /><br />Ace Cooper is a fantastic character. I loved him too. He works in the mine with his father, but would much rather play music. When an opportunity to own a guitar belonging to one of the members of a band that once lived in the town appears, Ace takes it, little realising the secrets the guitar holds. <br /><br />I enjoy a story where the protagonist grows, and this story both of them do. I love the chemistry these two have. Not fiery passion, but love that grew from a shared history, including the sole incubator (which they called the box) in the hospital when they were born on the same day. It came as no surprise to me that I fell in love with these two. They are the boy and girl next door, with family issues and day to day worries. <br /><br />I knew going in that this book would take me on an emotional roller coaster, as I've previously read a few other books by this author. My only regret is that the book ended. The difficulty is trying to write a review without giving too much away, though I want to know more about what happened to Shelby and Ace, and whether they managed to find the happiness they wanted with their chosen paths. However, I can say that this story is incredibly touching, with surprising twists that had me gasping in shock, laughing and or crying, depending on the situation. The mystery surrounding the death of Shelby's father is revealed, and the culprit is a surprise.<br /><br />Brooklyn James has written a story that touched me deeply. I love her fast-paced writing style, and the flow is wonderful. I am now looking forward to reading more of her books as soon as I can.<br /><br />Due to the mention of drug abuse, I do not recommend this book to younger readers under 13, or those of a sensitive nature due to triggering. However, I highly recommend this book if you love older YA, Coming of Age and Romance genres. - Lynn Worton
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<div><br /></div><div><div><b><u>About The Author:</u></b><br /><b><u><br /></u></b><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GPE5Li1hp-S3cZOleUjx5dcnJ1nE6RX42BHYf1Hm4BLBtDNBKgtDmmuyuEaFqNp0XEFu7Ti1uvjkEMeigufvmdVL62XUrf-68MWCObCdeOXS3iCniKI5JKGJYYKLnP-AiYZZ9VN3rww/s1600/91cmY5qCT7L._US230_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GPE5Li1hp-S3cZOleUjx5dcnJ1nE6RX42BHYf1Hm4BLBtDNBKgtDmmuyuEaFqNp0XEFu7Ti1uvjkEMeigufvmdVL62XUrf-68MWCObCdeOXS3iCniKI5JKGJYYKLnP-AiYZZ9VN3rww/s1600/91cmY5qCT7L._US230_.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption">This picture was taken from her Amazon Author Page.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Brooklyn James is an author/singer-songwriter inspired by life in the Live Music Capital of Austin, Texas. Her first novel, The Boots My Mother Gave Me, has an original music soundtrack and was chosen as a Quarter-Finalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards. The book provided a platform where it was her honour to serve as a guest speaker with a focus on awareness and prevention of domestic violence and suicide.<br /><br />When she is not writing books, she can be found playing live music around Austin as part of an acoustic duo. Moonlighting occasionally in voice-over and film, she played a Paramedic in a Weezer video, met Harry Connick Jr. as an extra on the set of When Angels Sing, appeared in Richard Linklater's Boyhood for all of a nanosecond and was a stand-in and stunt double for Mira Sorvino on Jerry Bruckheimer's Trooper pilot for TNT. Although reading, dancing, working out, and a good glass of kombucha get her pretty excited, she finds most thrilling the privilege of being a mother to two illuminating little souls and a wife to the one big soul from whom they get their light.<br /><br />Brooklyn holds an M.A. in Communication and a B.S. in both Nursing and Animal Science. Her nursing career has seen specialities in the areas of Intensive Care and Postpartum. With the publication of her birth memoir, she is available for speaking engagements, readings, signings, and writing workshops on how to put pen to paper composing one's own birth story.<div><br /></div><div><b><u>Author Links:</u></b></div><div><b><u><br /></u></b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.brooklyn-james.com/">Website</a> ; <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Brooklyn-James/e/B004RCCD7U">Amazon Author Page</a> ; <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4406722.Brooklyn_James">Goodreads</a> ; <a href="http://www.facebook.com/BrooklynJamesAuthor">Facebook</a> ; <a href="https://twitter.com/BrooklynJames7">Twitter</a></span></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-37892497189981983882020-10-02T12:00:00.001+01:002020-10-02T12:00:01.680+01:00Book Promotion/New Release: Daimon (Guardians of Hades series Book 6) by Felicity Heaton @FelicityHeaton<div class="separator"><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton has just released, <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">DAIMON</a>, the latest paranormal romance novel in her epic <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Guardians of Hades series</a>. <br /></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b>If you love dark, alpha Greek gods and strong heroines who bring them to their knees, together with epic action, sizzling passion and high stakes drama, then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger! </b><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJkgtOO7rqyLpQYT_TYeQmsUAaOMLAXIshDQRsjitgoBKwlRobvl9AlknG4_f6PK9HQxr_1DaDPsDxGFmnZZ6zul1u27aiXzm2aOd4IlZPrNpqRf8N_3ROORoec3KFcCcyXpXM5c0QNZb/w427-h640/daimon-felicityheaton.jpg" width="427" /></div> <br /><br /><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Daimon (Guardians of Hades Paranormal Romance Series Book 6)</a><br /> by Felicity Heaton</b><br /><br /><br /> Daimon is ice. His heart is frozen by it. His body caged by it. And he likes it that way. But the sexy sorceress that storms into his life and declares herself a part of his team in his battle against the daemon uprising is determined to melt the ice that has shielded him for centuries, and he’s powerless to stop the burning need she ignites in him. <br /><br />Even when he’s sure it’s only a game to her. <br /><br />Cassandra has a sword hanging over her, a duty she has no choice but to perform and one she’s been putting off for years. Her latest excuse? Helping a band of immortal brothers with a war that might mean the end of this world if they fail. Her delaying the inevitable has nothing to do with the gorgeous Greek god who keeps rebuffing her and everything to do with saving the world. He’s a nice distraction and nothing more. She keeps telling herself that. <br /><br />Even when she’s sure he’s a danger to her heart. <br /><br />As things heat up in the battle to save the mortal world and the Underworld, will Daimon’s icy heart be able to withstand the fiery witch who can scorch him with just a look? <br /><br />Grab your copy today at <b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">http://www.felicityheaton.com/guardians-of-hades-daimon-paranormal-romance-book.php</a> </b><br /><br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXnIoDn-n3ST1ValypvQlNOe65UaA26pt4QfIMz0HPftJog2upzg-ZIL3CMyJYqHdeytoQCNqjai-abvHYbq3k0tC08aiNUJmIzyZYBXlSFC18NNUuwA_UbQQBv2YxGBETcXb5P993MaN/w320-h53/excerpt.jpg" /></div><br /><br />This wasn’t going well. <br /><br />Daimon slipped a throwing knife from the holster that sat against his ribs over his navy roll-neck long-sleeve, and funnelled his power into it before sending it flying at the daemon running right at him across the dewy moonlit grass of Hyde Park. The small blade hit its target, nailing the human-looking male in the chest. Ice immediately spread outwards from the point of impact and the male grunted and went down clutching his chest as glittering frost flowers rapidly covered it. His skin darkened, turning mottled in the low light, appearing almost black. <br /><br />Beside Daimon, his older brother Ares unleashed a wave of fire at another two daemons, driving them back, and tossed a fireball at a third. <br /><br />They had expected this. <br /><br />What they hadn’t expected was that it would take so long to close one of the main gates. <br /><br />Behind him, Valen grunted and muttered a black curse in the mortal tongue. The scent of his brother’s blood hung heavily in the damp autumnal night air. Worry ran through Daimon, and not only him. Ares flicked a concerned glance over his broad shoulder, the fires of the Underworld raging in his eyes, making them glow in the darkness. <br /><br />Eva bit out something in Italian. She had stopped speaking English around five minutes ago, when Valen had announced the gate was resisting his attempt to seal it and had decided to spill more of his blood in the hope it would speed the process along since twenty daemons had descended on them. <br /><br />“I’m going to need more,” Valen gritted, his voice tight and speaking of the frustration Daimon could feel in him. <br /><br />As well as the pain. <br /><br />“Too risky,” Ares answered as a whip made of fire appeared in his right hand and he narrowed his gaze on the trees that enclosed one side of the area around the gate. Daemons spilled from them, cutting across the paths and the grass, heading right for him. He grunted as he lashed out at the daemons with the flaming whip, driving them back and stopping them from reaching Valen. “You sure you’re using the right wards? Or doing them right? I mean, we all know how shitty your wards are.” <br /><br />Valen chuckled, the sound out of place given the graveness of the situation. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. My wards are beautiful.” <br /><br />They weren’t. Valen had never bothered to apply himself when it came to studying wards. Their father, Hades, the god-king of the Underworld, had gone as far as calling them bad. It took a lot for their father to admit to a fault in any of his sons, let alone point it out to the entire family. <br /><br />“You’re definitely using the right ones?” Daimon didn’t take his eyes off the daemons as they made another attempt to get past him and Ares, breaking into four teams of four and coming at them in one wave. <br /><br />The longer this war to protect the gates between the mortal realm and the Underworld went on, the more organised the daemons were becoming. He swore the enemy were training them, teaching them how to fight as a unit—turning them into soldiers. <br /><br />He had to admit he’d preferred it when the daemons had been lone wolves, only a few of them reckless enough to succumb to the lure of breaching a gate and entering the Underworld—a realm they were forbidden to enter. <br /><br />Just like Daimon and his brothers. <br /><br />Only unlike the daemons, he could go home once this war was done. <br /><br />He drew down a breath and threw his right hand forwards as he summoned his power. The dew on the grass became a thousand tiny ice needles that flew through the air and hammered into one of the daemons, taking him down. The female daemon who had been running beside that wretched male shrieked as she was caught by a few of the small spears of ice, her ear-splitting cry piercing enough that Daimon flinched and his next wave missed their target. <br /><br />“Exactly as Cal told me.” Valen huffed and water sloshed as he moved, a reminder to Daimon to keep his distance from his brother since standing in the Round Pond was the only way for Valen to get close enough to the gate to spill his blood on it. The last thing Daimon wanted was to accidentally freeze the small lake. Valen grumbled, “And Keras hammered home around thirty times.” <br /><br />His violet-haired brother wasn’t embellishing that. <br /><br />Keras, their oldest brother and self-appointed leader, had sat Valen down on one of the cream couches in the Tokyo mansion and gone over the wards at least three dozen times. In the end, Valen had stepped, a term they used for teleporting since it only took a single step for them to travel great distances, to escape another round of which wards went where. <br /><br />It wasn’t that Keras didn’t trust Valen to get it right, it was that this was important. <br /><br />Since the enemy had revealed they were in possession of two of the Erinyes, goddesses who had the ability to siphon powers and who strengthened that power by passing it between them in a cycle, and those Erinyes had gotten their hands on the ability to command the gates Daimon and his brothers protected, they had been on red alert. <br /><br />The gates were the focus of their mission, the reason Hades had banished Daimon and his brothers to the mortal world two centuries ago, after the Moirai had foreseen a great calamity, one where an unknown enemy would breach the gates between the mortal realm and the Underworld, fusing the two into a new hellish realm. <br /><br />It had come to light that he and his brothers were more than just protectors of the gates though. <br /><br />They were bound to them in blood, a bond forged at the time of their birth, one gate created for each of them. <br /><br />Cal had managed to close their twin sister’s gate in Seville, and had gone over everything he had done, using wards, a sort of spell, to seal it and conceal it, stopping it from opening and rendering it safe from the enemy. <br /><br />With the enemy able to open the gates thanks to the power the Erinyes had stolen from Marinda, Cal’s girlfriend and the third Erinyes, and the fact the enemy seemed bent on breaching at least one gate before that power faded, Keras had decided they needed to act. <br /><br />Closing the gates was dangerous, because it meant there were fewer gates to share the power that flowed between them all, and that would make them more unpredictable and harder to command, but it was a necessary risk. <br /><br />And the only path open to them. <br /><br />It would not only give the enemy fewer gates they could hit, but it would mean that the enemy couldn’t split him and his brothers up as easily. <br /><br />Valen had volunteered to seal the London gate, which was bound to him, and Cal had volunteered to close the main Seville gate. Cal was there now with Keras, Marek, and Caterina, Marek’s girl-fiend as Valen called her because she was a hybrid, a human who had been given daemon blood by the enemy in an attempt to take down Marek. <br /><br />Everyone had thought sealing a main gate would be as simple as closing the twin gate had been for Cal. <br /><br />Apparently, everyone had thought wrong. <br /><br />Ares took out another two daemons, bringing their numbers down but still not enough to satisfy Daimon. He imbued another two knives with his ice and let them fly. One of them buried to the ring-shaped hilt in the forehead of a female daemon, and the other slammed into the throat of the male behind her. <br /><br />Valen bit out a ripe curse. <br /><br />Daimon didn’t take his focus away from the daemons charging towards him. <br /><br />Ares looked back at their brother and swore too. <br /><br />That didn’t sound good. <br /><br />Daimon risked a glance over his shoulder as he sent a thicker spear of ice flying at the closest daemon, cleaving the male in two at the waist. <br /><br />“Shit,” he muttered as he spotted what his brothers had. <br /><br />More daemons, sprinting towards them from the other side of the Round Pond, a shadowy mass of them silhouetted before the elegant red-brick and sandstone Kensington Palace. <br /><br />The new horde of daemons split into two groups as they reached the far end of the pond, coming at them from both sides. <br /><br />Above the water, the flat disc of the gate shimmered in a rainbow of colours, chasing back the darkness. The thick rings rotated slowly in opposing directions, all of them chasing around the central violet circle. Glyphs encircled each band, smaller ones that filled the gaps between them, and larger ones inside the ring. The power of the gate hummed in the air, inside him, drew him to it with a promise that on the other side was home. <br /><br />Home. <br /><br />A place he wanted to go more than anything. <br /><br />There, his power was under his control, would no longer shimmer over his skin in a way that felt like a curse. Here, he couldn’t touch anyone, not even his brothers, without risking killing them with his ice, or severely maiming them at the very least. Here, he was alone, even within the circle of his brothers. <br /><br />The blood Valen had spilled on the gate absorbed into it, the colours that danced across its surface and curled into the air like faint smoke brightening again. <br /><br />It was beautiful. <br /><br />Beautiful and vulnerable. <br /><br />Daimon’s stomach swirled as the daemons closed in, the foul coppery odour of them filling the air, drawing out his darker side. He wouldn’t let them near the gate. <br /><br />He closed his eyes, drew down a slow breath that filled his lungs, and focused his power, calling on it. His blood chilled and he shuddered, huddling down into the tall neck of his long-sleeved sweater and his ankle-length black coat, trying to keep that cold at bay. <br /><br />It never worked. <br /><br />It was always there, always part of him in this world, a constant presence that drained him emotionally. <br /><br />He flicked his eyes open and swiftly raised both of his gloved hands. <br /><br />Around him, his brothers and the gate, hundreds of clear shards of ice shot from the earth and the water to form a circular wall forty feet tall. <br /><br />Daimon sagged forwards and Ares came to check on him as Valen muttered an oath. <br /><br />His older brother ghosted a hand over Daimon’s spine, the warmth that emanated from him giving Daimon a brief reprieve from the cold. Ares shared his problem. His brother’s power over fire had manifested in this world, meaning he couldn’t touch anyone without the risk of burning them. <br /><br />Or at least he hadn’t been able to until Megan, a Carrier with the ability to heal, had come into his life. Megan was immune to Ares’s fire, and could withstand Daimon’s ice, and he and his brothers had surmised she was closer to her demigod ancestors than most Carriers. <br /><br />“Can you get it done?” Daimon pressed his hands to his thighs and ignored the way the frost on his leather gloves spread onto his black jeans. <br /><br />“Give me a minute.” Valen went back to work, holding his arm out over the gate and closing his eyes as his blood spilled onto it. Beside him, Eva, his brother’s mortal assassin girlfriend, shifted foot to foot, concern shining in her rich blue eyes. <br /><br />“I’ll handle these guys.” Ares straightened and broke away from Daimon, heading for the few daemons that had ended up within the ice wall. <br /><br />Daimon wanted to help him, but he needed to focus on the wall. Where it touched the water, it was in danger of melting, was weaker and vulnerable. The daemons had already figured that out and were beating it with fist and claw, attempting to break through. He focused there, summoning more shards of ice to reinforce it. <br /><br />Wishing Esher was here. <br /><br />His brother would have used that water to his advantage, would have drowned all the daemons in a heartbeat. <br /><br />Daimon looked at the gate and fought the urge that suddenly sparked to life inside him. <br /><br />Esher was on the other side of that gate, in the Underworld, hunting for one of the enemy who had slipped through the gate in Paris. He was alone. Lost to his other side. Daimon rose to his full height and drifted towards the gate, pulled to it as his heart filled with a need to find Esher. <br /><br />Pain bloomed inside him, searing his bones in multiple places where an injury didn’t exist on his own body. <br /><br />It existed on Esher’s. <br /><br />Daimon could feel them, the depth of the bond they had forged over the centuries relaying not only the pain his brother felt, but the anger and frustration. <br /><br />The rage. <br /><br />The other side of Esher, the savage and cold one that had been born in the darkest of times, was firmly in control. Daimon could feel that too. He needed his brother back with him, not only because he needed to know he was safe and because he was worried about him—missed him. <br /><br />He needed him back so he could bring him back. <br /><br />Esher had confessed to him once that he feared that other side of himself, that he loathed it. Daimon could only imagine how his brother was suffering now, a slave to his darker side, driven to hunt and not rest until he had secured his prey. <br /><br />The wraith. <br /><br />Eli. <br /><br />If they could get their hands on him, they might be able to find out who was behind this attempt to breach the gates. Once, they had believed it was purely the work of daemons, but then they had discovered a Hellspawn, what he and his brothers called the species of daemons who had been allowed to remain in the Underworld after the last rebellion against Hades, was involved, and now there were goddesses on the enemy side. <br /><br />Where did it end? <br /><br />Someone was behind all of this, and all they had to go on was that it was a female. <br /><br />Their father had sent them a long list of possible enemies currently residing in the Underworld, far too many for Daimon’s liking. Discovering which of them, if any, were behind everything would take too long. It was quicker to get their hands on the wraith and make him talk. <br /><br />An ominous creaking noise drew Daimon’s gaze to his left. His eyes tracked the jagged fault line spreading up the ice from a point where several daemons were clawing at it. Was he imagining it, or were there even more daemons now? <br /><br />“You guys got this?” Valen said. <br /><br />“Sure.” Daimon readied himself, shoring up the wall of ice but aware it wouldn’t hold, not against that many sets of claws. <br /><br />The daemons’ black blood streaked the clear ice, the foul stench of it filling the air. Disgust rolled through him and he curled his lip. <br /><br />Ares grunted in response from the right side of the pond as he slammed a daemon into the pavement that encircled the water. <br /><br />“Good, because I’m not sure I can do this.” Valen sounded tired now, and when Daimon fixed his senses on his violet-haired brother, he felt it too. “Not without a little more juice.” <br /><br />Daimon looked back at him. <br /><br />Valen’s golden eyes glittered, glowing in the light shining from the gate as he raised one of his blades. <br /><br />“No,” Ares snarled, pivoted towards him, and kicked off. <br /><br />He wouldn’t make it. Neither would Daimon, not even if he stepped. <br /><br />All he could do was watch as Valen ran the blade across his wrist and blood gushed from the wound. <br /><br />“Stronzo!” Eva barked and lunged for him, her short black hair flying out of her face as she reached for the blade. <br /><br />Valen sagged as blood poured from his wrist, splattering across the surface of the gate and spreading outwards, and Eva grabbed him instead of the knife. She caught him as his knees gave out. <br /><br />He breathed hard from between gritted teeth, his eyes rapidly darkening as they narrowed. <br /><br />Eva muttered soft words in Italian, sweet chastising ones coupled with a few strong swear words that Daimon decided his brother deserved. <br /><br />Valen leaned heavily on her slender shoulders, his arm shaking as he tried to keep holding it out over the gate. Eva took hold of his arm for him, helping him, and he looked at her, a hell of a lot of love in his eyes that was still strange to see. Valen’s default setting for his entire life had been caustic, and it had only gotten worse in the centuries after their sister had died and Zeus had punished Valen for his insubordination by removing his favour from him, leaving a ragged scar down the left side of Valen’s face and neck, a permanent reminder of what he had done. <br /><br />So it was weird seeing his brother looking at someone with genuine warmth in his eyes. <br /><br />With love. <br /><br />The blood Valen was spilling onto the gate seeped across the surface, muting the colours. <br /><br />“I think it’s working,” Valen slurred. <br /><br />Eva struggled to keep him on his feet. <br /><br />Daimon wasn’t sure how their youngest brother, Calistos, was going to be able to handle closing the main gate in Seville if closing London was draining Valen this much. Cal had been out of sorts since they had lost the chance to discover the location of his twin sister, Calindria’s, soul and Esher had disappeared. Cal was blaming himself for both of those things. Daimon doubted he was strong enough to handle closing Seville on top of all that. <br /><br />“Think I’m—” Valen cut off as he suddenly dropped, his knees hitting the bottom of the shallow pond, and Eva yelped as she was dragged down with him. <br /><br />Daimon looked at the gate as he called on his power, summoning one last wave of ice. It rose up around the inside of the wall, the shards only seven feet tall but enough to keep the daemons at bay while Ares checked on Valen and the gate. <br /><br />A gate which Daimon could no longer feel, not as he could before. The power that flowed from it now was muted, barely there. Had Valen done it? <br /><br />The rings slowly began to shrink, the innermost one winking out of existence as it touched the central violet disc. <br /><br />It was closing. <br /><br />“Is he good?” Daimon hollered, keeping his focus on the wall of ice, aware the daemons were still there and still trying to get to them. <br /><br />Ares looked up from his position crouched next to Valen and nodded. “Think so. He’s out cold though.” <br /><br />Daimon didn’t like the sound of that. <br /><br />Closing the twin gate had been taxing on Cal, but he hadn’t passed out. <br /><br />Ares pulled a phone from his pocket, the screen casting white highlights in his overlong tawny hair and across his face as his thumb danced over the device. “Calling in a retrieval.” <br /><br />Because neither he nor Daimon could teleport with Valen without harming him. <br /><br />Eva tore the hem of her T-shirt and bound Valen’s wrist, muttering obscenities in Italian under her breath the whole time. <br /><br />Beyond Ares, Valen and Eva, the last ring of the gate shrank into the central disc. It shrank too and then disappeared with a violent flash. <br /><br />Gone. <br /><br />For now. <br /><br />Once the enemy was dead and the threat over, Hades would want the gates opened again. Their father had sent a Messenger to Keras to say he had stopped all traffic through the gates, but had made it clear he couldn’t keep the Underworld closed for long. <br /><br />Gods, goddesses and Hellspawn didn’t appreciate being caged in that realm, having their freedom taken from them. Hades’s staff were already dealing with hundreds of complaints. <br /><br />Considering the alternative was them all losing their home and being ruled by whoever was behind this uprising, Daimon figured they could put up with their freedom being impacted a little. <br /><br />Daimon kept an eye on Valen as Eva tended to him, worry a constant weight in his heart as his senses remained locked on the daemons. They retreated into the night, but he kept his boots firmly planted where they were, resisting the urge to follow them and eradicate them all. <br /><br />Valen needed him here. <br /><br />The ice walls surrounding them were beginning to crack as Marek appeared, black ribbons of smoke curling from the shoulders of his torn charcoal linen shirt and onyx daemon blood streaked across his face and darkening his wavy brown hair. <br /><br />His earthy eyes shimmered with green and gold flakes as he looked down at Valen where he lay in Eva’s arms. “Cal suffered the same fate.” <br /><br />Daimon cast a glance at Ares. Concern etched hard lines on his older brother’s face, unease that ran through Daimon too as he thought about not one but two of their brothers out cold with no sign of coming around. <br /><br />If he had known closing a gate would cause this to happen, he would have spoken out against it rather than going along with it. The look on Ares’s face said he wasn’t sure what he would have said, and Daimon didn’t envy him. <br /><br />Marek looked just as conflicted as he stooped and lifted Valen into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. <br /><br />Daimon was glad he wasn’t one of the oldest of their group. He felt the weight of responsibility enough as it was. He couldn’t imagine how heavily it weighed upon Keras, Ares and Marek’s shoulders. <br /><br />Keras was under enough pressure as it was, without having to order them to close the gates knowing full well they would end up like Valen and Cal. <br /><br />Closing the gates was something they needed to do, but Daimon feared the cost of shutting them down was dangerously high. <br /><br />He only hoped he was wrong about that. <br /><br />Marek held his hand out to Eva. Her blue eyes reluctantly shifted away from Valen and landed on it. She placed hers into it and they both disappeared. <br /><br />Ares was quick to follow them. <br /><br />Daimon lingered, waiting for the ice walls to break because he wanted to be sure all evidence of their existence would be gone by morning, when mortals would enter Hyde Park. He didn’t want them seeing anything out of place. <br /><br />That was the only reason he hadn’t teleported. <br /><br />It had nothing to do with the sorceress who was probably waiting in Tokyo to give him hell. <br /><br />He scrubbed a hand over the spikes of his white hair, watching the ice begin to crumble. <br /><br />The ancient Edo period mansion felt far too small with her staying in it, but when he had suggested she bunk elsewhere, Cass had been quick to launch into an argument with him. Her ward, Marinda, was staying in the mansion with Cal since the London townhouse that was his home had been breached by Eli and the enemy, which meant Cass had decided she was also staying in Tokyo, right under Daimon’s feet. <br /><br />Daimon rubbed the back of his neck and huffed. <br /><br />The sorceress had a bad habit of just deciding things, and no one got a say in them. <br /><br />Daimon had been staying in Tokyo to take care of the mansion, which was primarily Esher’s home now although their father had built it for all of them, and so he could be there for Aiko. Aiko was devastated by Esher’s disappearance, and Daimon needed to look after her for his brother. <br /><br />He was doing his best, but some days were harder than others. <br /><br />Some days, Daimon’s dark thoughts and fears about his brother weighed too heavily on him and he couldn’t face her, or anyone. <br /><br />His phone vibrated and he didn’t bother to check the message that had come in. It would be from Keras, asking him where he was. <br /><br />He focused on the wall, raised his hand and curled it into a fist. When he squeezed it, the ice shattered, and Daimon stepped. Darkness whirled around him, cool and comforting, a connection to the Underworld that he savoured, and then his boots hit gravel. <br /><br />He opened his eyes and looked at the mansion, aching inside. <br /><br />It felt empty without Esher in it, even when all his brothers and their women were there, crowding the long main room of the single-storey horseshoe-shaped building. Morning sunlight reflected off the glazed grey ribbed tiles of the roof and brightened the white panels that filled the spaces between thick dark wooden beams. It warmed his back, casting his shadow out before him, across the gravel and the steppingstones, to the base of one of the large stone lanterns that were dotted around the front garden. <br /><br />From inside, voices rang out, a cacophony that had him wanting to teleport to his own home in Hong Kong to get some peace and quiet. <br /><br />And avoid the owner of the angry female voice that for some damned reason he picked out from the blur. <br /><br />“You should have taken me with you. Now look what happened. I could have helped,” Cass snapped, her words harsh and clipped, bringing out her Russian accent as they rang with the fury he could sense coming from her. <br /><br />Keras didn’t respond to that. He carried Cal towards the right side of the mansion, disappearing from view with Marinda hurrying behind him. Cass turned, her pale blue eyes tracking her ward, a worried edge to them that almost made him feel there was a warm heart somewhere beneath that irritating, haughty exterior of hers. <br /><br />Daimon forced himself to walk to the front porch, stepped up onto the raised wooden deck as he toed his boots off, and steeled himself only a little before entering the house. <br /><br />As expected, Cass’s eyes immediately leaped to him. <br /><br />He cursed when he realised they were alone. <br /><br />She strode towards him, the thigh slit in her long black dress flashing a lot of creamy flesh at him. He swore she never took the damned thing off. Would it kill her to wear something less revealing, less figure-hugging? The soft black material embraced ample breasts and a small waist, and flared over curvy hips. It flashed every inch of her and made it impossible not to notice things about her. <br /><br />Things he didn’t want to notice. <br /><br />Before she could open her mouth to launch her first salvo, he held his hand up and strode past her. <br /><br />“Not interested.” <br /><br />Daimon made a beeline for the garden nestled between the three sides of the house, needing air and some space because he felt as if he was drowning. <br /><br />Had been feeling that way since Cass had come crashing into their lives. <br /><br />He couldn’t get a moment alone, and gods he needed a moment to breathe. <br /><br />Cass stepped into his path, the flare of anger in her ice-blue eyes rapidly fading into something far worse—concern. <br /><br />She gave him a once-over. “Those wounds need looking at.” <br /><br />She pointed to his chest and then his legs, and he had never been more aware of his own body as he was whenever she was gazing at it. <br /><br />“I’m not in the mood for you, Cass. Just leave me alone.” He stepped past her, heading for the garden and the air he badly needed. <br /><br />Space to rein his riotous feelings back under his control. <br /><br />Needs he had no right to feel. <br /><br />“Daimon, wait…” She started after him again. <br /><br />Wanting to be sure she got the message and left him alone, he turned on her with a growl as his feet hit the wooden planks of the covered walkway that ran around all three wings of the house. <br /><br />“I don’t have time for this right now. Esher is still missing, I’m tired and injured, and we don’t know when or where the enemy will attack next and I need to take care of Valen.” <br /><br />Cass inched back a step with each harsh word he threw at her. It wasn’t like the sorceress to shrink away from someone, especially him. <br /><br />“I just want to help,” she bit out, a little too sulkily for him to not feel anything other than like a royal dick. “Let me help with Valen.” <br /><br />“Fine,” he muttered, and took some of the bite out of his tone as he added, “I’d appreciate that.” <br /><br />He turned to his right, towards the southern wing of the house where Valen’s quarters were. <br /><br />Cass murmured, “It wouldn’t kill you to let me help you too.” <br /><br />He knew that, but he couldn’t. He needed to keep his distance from her. <br /><br />He’d made a promise. <br /><br />He drew his long black coat back and slipped his right hand into his pocket, and clutched the pendant hanging from his phone. <br /><br />A promise he intended to keep. <br /><br />Grab your copy today at <b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">http://www.felicityheaton.com/guardians-of-hades-daimon-paranormal-romance-book.php</a> </b><br /><br /> <br /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Dp39PMqEwxTPY8v9Q_Xx037pE5zNEdGjeBbvTaSfrUWSUIeTXt1zCo0MYkssU2QVb0MIKf1kl-_GTQpcr5-sDKfcokKqFm2Cc_UI_fHYA1GwRgdk7OOA0cmdBrACUa7boQgQxlcbkmPE/s320/booksintheseries.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 1: Ares</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 2: Valen</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 3: Esher</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 4: Marek</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 5: Calistos </a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 6: Daimon</a><br /> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Book 7: Keras – Coming Fall 2020</a> <br /><br /> <br /><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwruMlrPHGwkMc-CUGjvnOxwZ2Y1x4wF_2Oky3ULsTtMjiQsR9Or2R5EmFOwWAXequ2nhmLr62l8eXpSvOtn2K6KdVyXehp6uJ323WBBeoqxUPWxqC8Ww0P4QDkSymDNzX60YmfRzfV7t/s320/aboutfelicity.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too. <br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series. <br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">BLOG</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">TWITTER</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">GOODREADS</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">INSTAGRAM</a></b></div></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-51582562494457552402020-08-20T02:00:00.002+01:002020-08-20T02:00:03.886+01:00Book Review of Calistos (Guardians of Hades Romance Series Book 5) by Felicity Heaton @FelicityHeaton<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2P1_FgdwqsANU3p2hUq6HFHriodSimAWZgWVp1CRr-TOhv3NPgfWiMiZnMCuo_6wxFupGaG6ysbXl_yA9TOPgflDuq7pesvBeI-NgiRg21X4S7jH-VAlDXrUCYxsi7xprHMqMIC22xn5T/s500/Calistos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2P1_FgdwqsANU3p2hUq6HFHriodSimAWZgWVp1CRr-TOhv3NPgfWiMiZnMCuo_6wxFupGaG6ysbXl_yA9TOPgflDuq7pesvBeI-NgiRg21X4S7jH-VAlDXrUCYxsi7xprHMqMIC22xn5T/s0/Calistos.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Title:</b> Calistos (Guardians of Hades Book 5)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><b>Genre:</b> Paranormal Romance</div><div><b>Pages: </b>425</div><div><b>Author:</b> Felicity Heaton</div><div><b>Date Published:</b> 17 July 2020</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u>Synopsis:</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Air, Calistos was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai. Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Tormented by the death of his twin sister, Calistos wants nothing more than to find a way to save her soul, but the pain of continuing without her, the constant feeling that he got her killed, is slowly pulling him down into the darkness and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he succumbs to the call of the abyss.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Until a battle sets him on a collision course with a kind-hearted and beautiful mortal, one who rouses softer emotions he had sworn he would never risk feeling again, threatening to peel away his mask of playfulness and shatter the barriers around his heart.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Marinda is a woman on a mission—to become a great cellist and repay her father for his faith in her. But her regimented and studious life is thrown into chaos when a handsome man is carted into the ER where she works and takes her hostage, pulling her into a dark and dangerous world… one where she discovers there’s more to her than meets the eye and her entire life has been a lie.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">When the enemy makes a play for Marinda and the gates, will Calistos find the strength to let someone into his heart again and look to the future, or will the pain of his past lead him to unleash hell on this world?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"><b><u>Review:</u></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span></div></div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53425523-calistos" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Calistos (Guardians of Hades, #5)" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1589679484l/53425523._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53425523-calistos">Calistos</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1228468.Felicity_Heaton">Felicity Heaton</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3468322229">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Calistos is the fifth book in the Guardians of Hades series. I loved it!<br /><br />Calistos is one of six son's of Hades. He is an intriguing character, and I liked him a lot. Calistos hides behind a devil-may-care attitude and acts as if he has no worries. However, he misses his twin sister, who died long ago. Every time he tries to remember what happened that day, he suffers from blackouts. After a fight that leaves him severely wounded, Calistos wakes up in the ER, where, in an attempt to escape, he kidnaps a mortal woman.<br /><br />Marinda is a cellist, who works in the ER as a receptionist when not playing in an orchestra. I loved Marinda. She is a fantastic female protagonist who is level-headed and loyal. After seeing Calistos in the ER, Marinda feels a connection to the injured man. When he kidnaps her, Marinda finds her life will never be the same again.<br /><br />I have been looking forward to reading this book for several months, ever since I finished Marek. <br /><br />I love reading the Guardians of Hades series; I love the world the author has created - a mixture of real and imagined, with a dash of action, adventure and romance. The brothers are loveable, with flaws and insecurities, which make them more realistic and relatable, and their women are strong and feisty.<br /><br />In this story, the brothers are still trying to avoid the Morai prediction of both the human and Underworld colliding to create the Otherworld. It was a pleasure meeting the other brothers and their new loves once more. Hades and Persephone also make an appearance; they are typical parents - overprotective and loving. We also get to meet Marinda's godmother, Cassandra, who has a most unusual effect on Daimon. Marinda herself has a secret she didn't know she had, and Calistos learns what happened to his sister. There are also fast-paced fight scenes, which are this author's forte. She brings them to life with such vividness that I feel like I am there, so I always enjoy those and am now looking forward to reading Daimon and Cassandra's story soon.<br /><br />Felicity Heaton has written another fast-paced, sexy paranormal romance that I thoroughly enjoyed. I love her fast-paced writing style, which flows effortlessly from scene to scene. She is on top of my favourite author's list.<br /><br />Each book of this series could be read as a stand-alone, as this one does not end in a cliffhanger, though I would recommend reading them in order. I do not recommend this book to younger readers due to the extremely HOT and explicit sexual scenes. However, I highly recommend this book (and series) if you love sexy paranormal romances full of gods and daemons. - Lynn Worton
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<div><br /></div><div><div><b><u>About The Author:</u></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_WgFjBku7l8X6kVL1gaQdeRWYSXkBvxJWeZg-FvrdCUotgCMSn87A47P7OV6SAnNK4V_mvYBaBCvHT0LK4L_qKqIXV0J3uJe9hW0sQFjs3LS_bQDLzK64fedV_EmprxkviUxwnzuLmIS/s1600/felicityheaton.jpg" style="color: #6699cc; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="407" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_WgFjBku7l8X6kVL1gaQdeRWYSXkBvxJWeZg-FvrdCUotgCMSn87A47P7OV6SAnNK4V_mvYBaBCvHT0LK4L_qKqIXV0J3uJe9hW0sQFjs3LS_bQDLzK64fedV_EmprxkviUxwnzuLmIS/s320/felicityheaton.jpg" style="border: none; position: relative;" width="256" /></a></div><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" />Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shapeshifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan, then you will enjoy her books too.<br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires, then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic, then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series.<br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/blog/">BLOG</a> | <a href="http://www.facebook.com/felicityheaton">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="http://twitter.com/felicityheaton">TWITTER</a> | <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/felicityheaton">GOODREADS</a> | <a href="https://www.instagram.com/felicityheaton/">INSTAGRAM</a></span></div></div></div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-17233086877960487752020-08-09T12:00:00.002+01:002020-08-09T12:00:04.530+01:00Book Tour & Giveaway: Calistos (Guardians of Hades Book 5) by Felicity Heaton @FelicityHeaton<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRS5yVqBGQ_-gRwYlVex6jDdTYBQ4Q48DNuuPM1h2H3nL6oNvvoh0zDnRCiKGAMT6a48lQBd6lrxx0GxTgCna6mu2z22oY79c1T053__f6M_WDMUQngbTyiovIx2qO2HpOVFIfUEHKyKVv/s650/calistos-postgraphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="650" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRS5yVqBGQ_-gRwYlVex6jDdTYBQ4Q48DNuuPM1h2H3nL6oNvvoh0zDnRCiKGAMT6a48lQBd6lrxx0GxTgCna6mu2z22oY79c1T053__f6M_WDMUQngbTyiovIx2qO2HpOVFIfUEHKyKVv/w625-h289/calistos-postgraphic.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><p><font face="inherit"><br /></font></p>
New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new paranormal romance release, <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">CALISTOS</a>, the latest novel in her epic <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Guardians of Hades series</a>. <br /><br /><b>If you love dark, alpha Greek gods and strong heroines who bring them to their knees, together with epic action, sizzling passion and high stakes drama, then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger!</b>
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<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Calistos (Guardians of Hades Paranormal Romance Series Book 5)</a><br />by Felicity Heaton</b><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Air, Calistos was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai. Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence. <br /><br />Tormented by the death of his twin sister, Calistos wants nothing more than to find a way to save her soul, but the pain of continuing without her, the constant feeling that he got her killed, is slowly pulling him down into the darkness and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he succumbs to the call of the abyss. <br /><br />Until a battle sets him on a collision course with a kind-hearted and beautiful mortal, one who rouses softer emotions he had sworn he would never risk feeling again, threatening to peel away his mask of playfulness and shatter the barriers around his heart. <br /><br />Marinda is a woman on a mission—to become a great cellist and repay her father for his faith in her. But her regimented and studious life is thrown into chaos when a handsome man is carted into the ER where she works and takes her hostage, pulling her into a dark and dangerous world… one where she discovers there’s more to her than meets the eye and her entire life has been a lie. <br /><br />When the enemy makes a play for Marinda and the gates, will Calistos find the strength to let someone into his heart again and look to the future, or will the pain of his past lead him to unleash hell on this world? <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifB4RydTV4hvYwo3IV0fyW5Z1YxTz5mIkP62Kx2aVDujQm9harqDnLEbkaNk-XgKz3npTzVA6X_lEIpRkwinytwHWSkksWDL0_L33AzFrIGQ_P9fAnbsbWzLuNQ5H5aUUh7ut9BAbE6ULm/s450/purchaselinks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifB4RydTV4hvYwo3IV0fyW5Z1YxTz5mIkP62Kx2aVDujQm9harqDnLEbkaNk-XgKz3npTzVA6X_lEIpRkwinytwHWSkksWDL0_L33AzFrIGQ_P9fAnbsbWzLuNQ5H5aUUh7ut9BAbE6ULm/s320/purchaselinks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><font face="inherit"><br /></font><p></p>
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“What did you just say?” The soft female voice invaded Calistos’s foggy mind, stirring the shadows until a glimmer of light peeked through like a warming ray of sunshine. <br /><br />He focused on it, attempting to bring his senses back online as his entire body throbbed, a deep ache that warned him he had been badly injured and was still recovering. <br /><br />“I don’t think so!” Her French accent lent a hard edge to that refusal. <br /><br />Who was she talking to? What didn’t she want to do? <br /><br />“I helped him.” She sounded fearful now, but angry too. “You asked me to help him… and I didn’t ask to be brought here.” <br /><br />Another voice rumbled in his ears, this one a black snarl, and he struggled to make out what they were saying. <br /><br />A second female joined the conversation, her tone gentle, whisper-soft. “The waters of the Lethe will not hurt you, child.” <br /><br />The Lethe? <br /><br />Cal growled as he was hurled back through time, memories flittering past him at high speed until he landed on the banks of that turbulent river, faced with a choice. <br /><br />Drink the waters and forget her, or live with the constant pain in his heart. <br /><br />“I don’t want to forget.” The French woman’s voice dropped low, the pain that laced each trembling word cutting through him. <br /><br />He hadn’t wanted to forget either. He never wanted to forget. <br /><br />He wanted to remember everything. He wanted to remember his sister. He wanted to remember what had happened to her. To him. He wanted to remember the face of the one who had tormented, tortured and murdered her. <br /><br />But he never could. <br /><br />In the vision building around him in the darkness of his mind, the river bubbling before him shifted colour and changed course, the waters receding to form a single sphere that then rose up before him. It dropped into a silver goblet, cupped in a delicate pale hand. <br /><br />Mnemosyne offered it to him. <br /><br />The water of memory. <br /><br />Great pain rolled through him and he eased away a step, stumbled and fell on his back before her cell in the towering prison of Tartarus. Because the water offered only misery, only more pain when it failed to work. Not again. He would never drink it again. <br /><br />“Drink the water.” Hades’s voice boomed like thunder rolling across the land, shattering the memory to leave only darkness behind. <br /><br />Fear washed through Calistos. Fear that didn’t feel as if it was his own. <br /><br />“You can’t make me.” That sweet voice lacked conviction as it shook. <br /><br />He growled as he realised what was happening, as it all came flooding back in a torrent of images. Waking in a bright room. Finding himself surrounded by mortals. The agony. The fiery pain. The sudden explosion of energy inside him. <br /><br />And then her. <br /><br />A beauty who had looked as if she had stepped right out of Ancient Greece with her spun gold hair twisted into a braid across the top of her head and her warm blue-green eyes as inviting as the Aegean waters. <br /><br />A snarl tore from his lips as he recalled seizing her, threatening her to defend himself against the other mortals, as he remembered trying to speak to her and how fiercely he had needed to keep her with him. <br /><br />So fiercely he had apparently brought her with him to the Underworld. <br /><br />“No,” he bit out, voice a hoarse scrape in his ears as he tried to move. He needed to stop his father. She was right and she had done nothing wrong. Gentle hands grasped his shoulders to hold him down, her touch light and offering comfort that he stole, strength that he absorbed as he gathered all that he could, preparing for a fight he would never win in his current condition. “No.” <br /><br />When those tender hands attempted to keep him pinned, he brushed them away, as gently as he could manage as rage slowly built in his veins, roused by the thought of his father forcing the waters of the Lethe upon the mortal female who had helped him. <br /><br />“Leave her.” Cal manoeuvred onto his elbows and managed to find the strength to crack his eyes open. They were sore, gritty and dry, his vision blurred. The room was a mash of fuzzy colours dominated by black. He blinked rapidly to clear his eyes and bring everything into focus. “I’ll take her back.” <br /><br />“You will.” Hades stared him down from the end of the bed, his red eyes bright in the low light, stark against the long black lashes that framed them and his pale complexion. Obsidian spikes rose from his raven hair, a crown that suited the god-king of the Underworld, one meant to intimidate his enemies. “Once she has tasted the waters.” <br /><br />Hades revealed the slender violet glass vial with a flourish, cupping it in the black claws of his left gauntlet. His father had come dressed for war. <br /><br />Cal glanced at the golden-haired beauty where she stood off to his left, close to his mother, her soiled white shirt and grey pencil skirt so out of place in this dark ancient realm. <br /><br />She wasn’t a threat to his father or this world. Hades was overreacting. She was mortal. <br /><br />He could feel it in her, was deeply aware of it and what he had done, how he had placed the fragile female in danger. <br /><br />“Just let me take her back.” He tried to sit up, but his strength failed him and he gritted his teeth as pain blazed through him. He sank back against his elbows. <br /><br />For a heartbeat, concern surfaced in his father’s eyes. <br /><br />And then they hardened again. <br /><br />“She must drink the waters.” <br /><br />“I don’t have to do anything,” the woman snapped, fire in her eyes that swiftly abated when Hades shifted his gaze to her. She shrank back and wrapped her arms around herself, her slender dirty fingers tugging at her soiled white shirt near her elbows. <br /><br />She looked small like that. Vulnerable. <br /><br />It roused a dark need inside him. <br /><br />Cal wanted to fight in her corner and convince his father that she wouldn’t tell anyone what she had seen, that no one would believe her if she did, but deep inside he knew his father was only doing what was necessary to protect his realm and his people. <br /><br />Persephone looked to Hades and then to him, concern softening her green eyes as they met his. <br /><br />He pulled down a deep breath and then nodded, hating himself for consenting to this when every fibre of his being wanted him to fight his father on it. He didn’t want her to suffer as he did, forgetting things that happened to her, left to wonder what she couldn’t remember when she inevitably felt as if she had forgotten something. <br /><br />He only felt worse when his father held the vial out to him. He shook his head. He couldn’t be the one to do it and his father had to see that. He had to see the guilt and shame that was building inside him, a swirling tempest that felt as if it was ripping him apart as he waited. Hades curled a lip at the woman and turned towards her, his crimson cloak swirling around his ankles as he came to face her. <br /><br />Darkness reigned in his father’s eyes as they burned scarlet, rage that flowed into the room from him and drove Calistos to act, because he wasn’t sure his father wouldn’t hurt her if he had to do the deed himself. <br /><br />Persephone moved before Cal could muster the strength to intervene, gliding towards Hades and gently lifting her hand as she reached him, closing it over the vial. <br /><br />“Allow me, my love.” She carefully took the violet glass bottle from him, brushing her fingers along his as she did so, a soothing caress that worked its magic on his father and had the rage in his eyes ebbing away again. <br /><br />Cal deserved his father’s fury for bringing this mortal into his world, and for returning when he had been banished to the human world to defend the gates to the Underworld, protecting them from a calamity the Moirai had foreseen centuries ago. <br /><br />This woman was an innocent, caught up in this because of him because he was as reckless as his family believed him to be. <br /><br />More reckless in fact. <br /><br />If they knew the things he did, they would lock him away in Esher’s cage to keep him safe. <br /><br />Persephone tipped the vial upside down and back again, pulled the stopper from it and held it out to the woman. “Only a drop. It will not hurt you and you can return to your world, to where you belong.” <br /><br />The blonde looked as if she wanted to say something as she gazed into Persephone’s eyes, and as those tranquil blue-green orbs shifted to him, but then she nodded. <br /><br />Opened her mouth. <br /><br />Accepted the drop his mother placed on her tongue. <br /><br />She closed her rosy lips, shut her eyes and swayed, a frown flickering on her brow. <br /><br />When she opened her eyes again, they were dull and unfocused. She stared straight ahead of her, at his mother, a blank expression on her face. <br /><br />“You have a few minutes to return her to her world before the waters take full effect.” Persephone handed the vial back to Hades, who curled sharp claws around it and levelled a black look on him, one that warned Cal that he wanted to speak with him about what he had done, and it wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation. His mother eased towards Cal and touched his arm, offered a smile that shone with love, and mischief. “I suggest you go now. Time is of the essence.” <br /><br />It was. She was giving him an out, a chance to run before his father could explode at him over what he had done, and he was going to take it. <br /><br />He let her help him from the bed, his strength returning as he shuffled towards the woman with her assistance. When he reached the blonde, he seized her arm, focused and muttered the words to activate the favour mark that Hermes had bestowed upon him at his birth. Blue light shone from the ancient writing on his right forearm and he focused on where he wanted to be as he looked at the woman. A portal shimmered into being just behind her, rippling like water as it expanded to fill a space large enough for both of them to pass through. <br /><br />“Calistos,” Hades started. <br /><br />Cal shoved her through and followed her, grimaced as they landed in the damp parking lot of a hospital. His father was either going to summon him to chew him out or send a Messenger to do it for him. <br /><br />Either way he would deal with it. He was well aware of the massive cock up he had made, and he deserved the wrath his father was going to level at him. <br /><br />He looked at the woman, taking in her dull eyes and how she stared off into the distance, completely unaware of the world around her. Vulnerable. <br /><br />He released her arm and lifted his hand, brushed rogue honey strands back into the plait that curved over the top of her head, and feathered his fingers down her cheek. She didn’t react. <br /><br />“Sorry,” he murmured, the apology tasting hollow on his tongue, not nearly enough to make up for what he had put her through. He couldn’t imagine how frightened she had been—of him, of the world he had taken her to, and of his father. <br /><br />He should have stood up for her. He cursed low as he stroked her cheek, as she continued to stare straight ahead of her, across the busy car park. He was weak right now, still recovering from his injuries, but he should have defended her. <br /><br />Protected her. <br /><br />He looked down at himself, at the bandages and dressings that covered his healing wounds, and at the crimson and black that stained her clothing—his blood and daemon blood. She had helped him, and he should have helped her. She had been afraid, and he had allowed his father to go ahead and wipe her memory. <br /><br />He should have fought. <br /><br />Esher had fought their father, had gone against him and had gotten what he wanted. <br /><br />Cal’s courage had failed him. <br /><br />Or maybe he just wasn’t as insane as his older brother. <br /><br />His phone vibrated in his pocket. He grimaced. No guesses needed to know who it would be and why they were messaging him. <br /><br />He pulled his phone out, slowly, guilt fusing with anxiety inside him, a sickening sense of anticipation that set him on edge. He turned the screen towards him and grimaced again as he spotted his oldest brother’s name at the top of a very short message. Keras was pissed. <br /><br />The message was three words. <br /><br />Meeting. Tokyo. Now! <br /><br />Apparently, his father had sent a Messenger as predicted, only he had sent it to his brothers. <br /><br />The worst part about having six older brothers? Having seven mothers. It wasn’t as if there were centuries between them. Hell, there was less than forty years between him and Daimon, the second youngest. Cal was over seven hundred and sixty years old. Didn’t stop them from treating him like a kid though. <br /><br />They were overprotective and overbearing. <br /><br />Had been ever since they had lost his twin sister. <br /><br />Pain struck across his skull like lightning and he flinched and rubbed his forehead, cursed low as that agony spread through him, condensing in his chest. He held himself together through sheer will alone, breathed through the pain and the fear, reaching for the other side. The pain slowly passed, the impending sense of doom lifting with it. <br /><br />He hated that he couldn’t even think about Calindria without fear of blacking out. He wanted to remember her, needed to remember the good times because right now he was on the verge of stepping off into the darkness and he knew he wouldn’t come back. <br /><br />The abyss beckoned. <br /><br />Offered oblivion and an end to his pain. His suffering. <br /><br />The only hope he had left in this world was the hope that through death he might be able to see her again. <br /><br />The woman beside him murmured something. He stared at her, silently apologising again for everything he had done, and how she was going to feel when she came around, her memories of him stolen from her. <br /><br />Would she feel as lost as he did whenever he blacked out and couldn’t remember anything? Would she hate that feeling as much as he did? <br /><br />He hated that he had inflicted it upon her. <br /><br />“I’m sorry,” he muttered again, lingering now, unable to bring himself to part from her while she looked so lost, so vulnerable. <br /><br />He forced himself to take a step back and break contact with her. <br /><br />Her stunning eyes gradually gained awareness. <br /><br />Calistos stepped, a term he and his brothers used for teleporting, leaving her before she noticed him. Darkness embraced him, a cool and comforting touch as he passed through his connection to the Underworld to emerge on the other side of the planet in Tokyo. <br /><br />He had barely touched down in the elegant formal garden of the ancient Japanese mansion before Ares, his second eldest brother, was collaring him. His brother’s hand briefly closed around the back of his neck, the scalding heat of it warning him that Ares wasn’t happy. It worked in Cal’s favour. <br /><br />Ares’s power over fire had manifested when they had been banished to the mortal world, meaning his brother couldn’t touch anything without risking setting it aflame, especially when he was in a bad mood. <br /><br />Which was around ninety percent of the time. <br /><br />The only one who was apparently immune to his power was Megan, his wife, a Carrier who had inherited the power to heal from her ancient Hellspawn ancestry. <br /><br />“Move it. You’ve got some fucking explaining to do.” Ares moved up behind him, a wall of heat that had Cal moving towards the wooden porch of the Edo period single-storey building despite the fact he wanted to run in the opposite direction. <br /><br />Mostly because in his current mood, Ares wouldn’t be allowed into it. Esher would see to that. Esher protected the mansion that was his home as fiercely as he protected his family. <br /><br />“Shit, man, you royally fucked up.” Valen greeted him at the door, his violet-haired brother grinning like a fool. The puckered scar tissue that ran down his jaw and neck pulled taut as that grin widened. “Good luck.” <br /><br />Valen slapped him on the back as Cal kicked his boots off and entered the building, stepping into the long rectangular room that made up the communal area of the mansion. <br /><br />To his right, Esher sat with Aiko on one of the cream couches in the modern TV area, holding her tucked close to him on his lap, fussing over her. Aiko murmured sweet things to him in stilted English, soothing him, increasing the guilt Cal felt. Apparently, his little trip to the Underworld had reminded his brother of when Aiko had been killed, and how he had fought to bring her soul back to the mortal world. <br /><br />Great. <br /><br />Esher was on edge enough as it was these days, without Cal adding to his burden. All Esher could think about was hunting the wraith, Eli, one of the ranks of their enemy. It was taking all the power Aiko had over his brother to keep him from losing control and surrendering to that need. <br /><br />To his other side. <br /><br />Thankfully, it appeared two of his brothers had found reasons not to attend his trial. <br /><br />Although he could have lived without Keras being present. <br /><br />His judge, jury and possible executioner towered before him, his backdrop a beautiful manicured garden of topiary and gravel framed by the white paper panels that had been pushed open to reveal it, an immaculate vision that suited his oldest brother. <br /><br />As always, Keras wore perfectly pressed black slacks, expensive polished black leather shoes, and a crisp black dress shirt. If his brother had been worried about him at all, it didn’t show in the hard lines of his sculpted features or the sharp edge to his green eyes. <br /><br />“You want to explain what happened?” Keras said, deep voice as calm and smooth as an ocean on a still day. His brother was just as unpredictable too. He schooled his features well, hid his emotions from everyone, but sometimes, just sometimes, he reacted. <br /><br />Like when Cal was rubbing him the wrong way, which was pretty much every day. <br /><br />Cal shrugged. “I don’t remember.” <br /><br />Keras’s green eyes narrowed. “You don’t remember. How convenient.” <br /><br />Cal glared at him. That was a low blow. Forgetting things was never convenient for him. He despised that he couldn’t recall what had happened before he had come around on that hospital gurney surrounded by a few too many curious mortals. <br /><br />“Easy,” Ares murmured from behind him, and Keras levelled a black look on him that warned him to stay out of this. <br /><br />Cal knew his brothers well enough to know that wasn’t going to happen. Ares would have his own choice words to say to him about what he had done, but he wouldn’t let Keras go too far, or strike low blows meant to wound. <br /><br />“Try to remember, because our father is… furious.” Keras managed to pick a word that perfectly conveyed what Cal had felt coming from their father. <br /><br />Probably because Cal could feel it coming from him too. <br /><br />Cal cocked his right hip, rubbed his jaw with his left hand, ignoring the dull, sore ache in his arm, and pursed his lips. “I met a really hot girl. Bee-u-tiful.” <br /><br />“Calistos,” Ares said, the warning in his tone aimed at him now. “You know the rules. We all agreed to them. Hellspawn are involved with our enemy, so whenever we go to a gate or it calls us, we go together. Just admit you went to a gate, admit you messed up.” <br /><br />Hellspawn was the name he and his brothers used for the breeds of daemons that Hades had allowed to remain in the Underworld after the last rebellion when he had exiled all from the species who had been involved in the uprising and closed the gates to them. Hellspawn was allowed to come and go as they pleased with their father’s consent, travelling through the gates between the Underworld and this one. <br /><br />Well, almost all the Hellspawn breeds were allowed to travel freely through the gates with Hades’s permission. <br /><br />Since Keras had sent a Messenger to Hades about the possibility a necromancer was involved with their enemy, Hades had stopped giving permission to that breed, closing the gates to them and trapping them either in the Underworld or the mortal one. <br /><br />Their father had also dispatched several of his legions to seek out the necromancers and bring them in for questioning, and every god and goddess allied with him was on the look out for them too. <br /><br />So far, none had turned up. <br /><br />“I have better things to do than this, so it would be appreciated if you would just fess up,” Valen put in. “I’m no saint, but even I agree that taking backup to the gates is the smart thing to do. The enemy knows we’re the keys to those gates now, and they know the only way to open one is to have us near it, so that means we work as a team. Safety in numbers and all that shit.” <br /><br />Things had to be bad if Valen was going along with things rather than acting out and playing the rebel. <br /><br />“Why didn’t you message for backup?” Keras moved a step towards Cal, a casual move but one that sent a cold chill shooting down Cal’s spine. <br /><br />He preferred a little distance between him and his oldest brother when he was in a mood, and Keras was in a mood. He could see it now, building in his green eyes, a storm looming in the distance but rapidly growing stronger. <br /><br />The sort Cal loved to unleash on the world. <br /><br />He didn’t want to answer his brother’s question. To answer it, he would have to attempt to remember. Only pain lay that way. <br /><br />“There must have been a powerful enemy involved.” Valen moved around him, casting golden eyes over Cal’s bare chest and ruined black combats. “Several of them. You were in bad shape. Father’s Messenger relayed that much.” <br /><br />Valen placed a hand on Cal’s shoulder, and Cal shrugged it off because seeing worry in his brother’s eyes was unnerving. He preferred the fuck-you-all brand of Valen. This new, softer version freaked him out. <br /><br />“Try to remember.” <br /><br />Cal looked at Keras as he spoke those words, catching in his eyes how much his brother needed him to explain, and therefore at least attempt to remember. Hades hadn’t just sent a Messenger to inform his brothers of what had happened in the Underworld. He had sent a request for information, one Keras needed to fulfil. <br /><br />Hades wanted to know what had happened. <br /><br />Their father had been on edge since Keras had sent the Messenger to inform him of their suspicions about a necromancer being involved. Keras had to send regular reports to him now, sometimes more than once a day depending on their father’s mood. Cal could understand why both Keras and their father were so insistent on getting every scrap of information available to them, because anything could be a clue as to who was involved or what the enemy planned to do next. <br /><br />Cal sucked down a deep breath. He was doing this then. No question about it. His father wanted the details, and as much as it pained Cal, both physically and emotionally, he would do his best to provide them. <br /><br />“Fine,” he grated and went to the couch that stood with its back to the main area of the room. “At least let me sit down in case I pass out. I’ve had enough knocks for a lifetime tonight.” <br /><br />He slumped into the seat, leaned back against the soft cushions and closed his eyes, ignoring Esher’s muttered words about dirtying the cream material. <br /><br />He focused inside of him instead, on the darkness of his mind, conjuring an image of the first thing he remembered on coming around. The white room. The humans. The beauty, staring at him from the doorway, fascination mixed with fear in her striking eyes. He remembered speaking to her. <br /><br />Cal forced himself to go backwards, denying the need to roll forwards and replay everything that had happened with her. He remembered pain. Incredible pain. Jerky movements. Someone lifting him. The paramedics? <br /><br />He pushed back further, and gritted his teeth as fire spiderwebbed across his skull, red veins of it that he could almost see as it burned his mind, bringing darkness in its wake. He struggled against it, stretching for the memory that felt just out of reach, hoping this time he would be able to recall it all without the abyss devouring him. <br /><br />The darkness roared up on him, a towering black wave that threatened oblivion, but he pushed back against it and a faint image flickered in his mind, and a feeling went through him. <br /><br />He popped his eyes open and let everything go, releasing it in a rush of breath as he sank deeper into the couch. <br /><br />“Well?” Ares knelt beside him, concern in his dark eyes, his overlong tawny hair mussed and pulled from the leather thong he wore it tied back with. His brother dropped his hand to his black jeans-clad knee. “Did you remember anything?” <br /><br />Cal nodded. <br /><br />While he couldn’t recall what had happened to him between fighting a horde of daemons and waking in that hospital room, he could remember a few things. <br /><br />Like where he had been. <br /><br />“Seville. I was at the twin gate.” The one that had been bound to his twin sister before he had been forced to seal it shut and close it down, leaving him feeling as if he had lost her all over again. “A lot of daemons showed up. I think I ended up teleporting to get away from them.” <br /><br />His brothers exchanged sympathetic glances. Would they be so sympathetic if he told them what else he had remembered? <br /><br />He hadn’t fought back. <br /><br />In that moment, he had felt so empty, so hollowed out, that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to fight the daemons. <br /><br />He had wanted to die. <br /><br />Death wasn’t the answer. Keras was right about that. Dying wouldn’t reunite him with Calindria. To see her again, he needed to find whoever had her soul and discover the location of it. He had to live. <br /><br />But it was so hard to do that. <br /><br />The daemons had caught him at a low point, when the pain of closing the gate linked to her had been too raw and too much for him, opening him to the thought of escaping it all by letting oblivion claim him. <br /><br />Part of him hated that he had sunk this low, that he had craved death because Keras was right about another thing too. <br /><br />Calindria wouldn’t want it. <br /><br />She would want him to live. <br /><br />He just wasn’t sure he had the strength left in him to do that.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTrEADKHk__l7Mk00UaTa3HaKh-pb5dThZcSuXunwv4Jlmo9I5_apk0saUFitB229hh-Z2rAZMLefy08QGKC_K5O2shxjOUFSlQNVtLw3ytaWLGwoZhEJDOVqPih_wpmZnbJ39CH9gC_G/s450/purchaselinks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTrEADKHk__l7Mk00UaTa3HaKh-pb5dThZcSuXunwv4Jlmo9I5_apk0saUFitB229hh-Z2rAZMLefy08QGKC_K5O2shxjOUFSlQNVtLw3ytaWLGwoZhEJDOVqPih_wpmZnbJ39CH9gC_G/s320/purchaselinks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration-line: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
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In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too. <br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series. <br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">WEBSITE</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">BLOG</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">FACEBOOK</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">TWITTER</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">GOODREADS</a> | <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">INSTAGRAM</a></b></div><br /> </div>Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-41876921585355836232020-08-07T02:00:00.001+01:002020-08-07T02:00:01.297+01:00Book Review of No Reprieve: An A.I. Thriller (No Freedom Book 2) by Inge-Lise Goss<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCcM9XAQNfDGVpuHoMzv7JbfTCxkxn9ZZRbHHXO2DH0GxPRqFyE4i6dQWt9hZTLQJU71Te-j5m3W9ChQpuFO7-HqPFujFxKgBIQaYCrnMhJvXHdnXcymvP5CUvfNGbpRsFB1ilkc6J9_K/s500/No+Reprieve.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="321" height="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCcM9XAQNfDGVpuHoMzv7JbfTCxkxn9ZZRbHHXO2DH0GxPRqFyE4i6dQWt9hZTLQJU71Te-j5m3W9ChQpuFO7-HqPFujFxKgBIQaYCrnMhJvXHdnXcymvP5CUvfNGbpRsFB1ilkc6J9_K/w401-h625/No+Reprieve.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><p></p><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Book Title:</b> No Freedom: An A.I. Thriller</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Genre:</b> Crime Thriller/Horror/Suspense</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pages:</b> 361</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Author:</b> Inge-Lise Goss</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Date Published:</b> 15 May 2020</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Synopsis:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Can the rebels stop the androids' reign of terror or is the human race doomed?<br />After escaping the grip of Pellegrin, a powerful android, and joining the rebels, Paislee Hobson is far from safe. Disguised as a recently-recruited employee of the courthouse, she goes undercover at Portland's courthouse to dig up vital information.<br /><br />But she soon discovers things aren't that simple. With Pellegrin promoted to overseeing the entire west coast Institutes, Paislee must use all of her wits to avoid detection—only to find the android is one step ahead of her.<br /><br />Back in L.A., Paislee is faced with her toughest challenge yet—to gain Pellegrin's trust in order to infiltrate his high-security office and complete her mission.<br /><br />As more humans fall victim to the androids and her cover begins to slip, Paislee knows that her time is running out…</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Review:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53518255-no-reprieve" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="No Reprieve: An A.I. Thriller (No Freedom Book 2)" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1590618498l/53518255._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53518255-no-reprieve">No Reprieve: An A.I. Thriller</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7064949.Inge_Lise_Goss">Inge-Lise Goss</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3377386813">4 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
This book is a fantastic dystopian thriller. I loved it!<br /><br />Paislee Hobson is a character I struggled to connect with in the first book. I found her a little annoying, though I grew to like her as the story progressed. Paislee is a paralegal living in a future world that has gone through a cataclysmic war that left the humans struggling to cope with the aftermath. Androids were developed by The Institute to help the remaining citizens rebuild the world. In this story, Paisley goes undercover for the rebels while trying to keep out of Pellegrin's way. Unfortunately, events conspire, and Paislee finds herself having to make some difficult decisions.<br /><br />I started reading this book, told through Paislee's POV. Unfortunately, due to the situation the world finds itself in at the moment, I struggled to read this book in one sitting. This situation was not the fault of the author's - I think I was in a bit of a funk, and I struggled to focus my attention on reading anything. However, I persevered and can't wait to see what happens in the next book.<br /><br />Have you ever sat watching a movie with your hands over your face because the suspense is killing you and you can't watch it, but you don't want to miss anything either? This is what I felt while reading this book. The author skillfully builds the suspense so you don't know whether you should be cheering for Paislee or not, or liking Pellegrin or not. <br /><br />Several twists kept me guessing, and I found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop. Pellegrin is a scary villain. He's a control freak, and his attitude is one of a dangerous psychopath and master manipulator, but this could also be Paislee's paranoia talking. His identity and role at The Institute is a mystery, but I had a feeling when reading this book that it's not what I think it may be. Then again, he could exactly be who I think he is. <br /><br />I love books like this. I've always been interested in robots/androids as a concept but would be completely scared if A.I. ever got this powerful. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but it's my fear of the unknown talking, and until I learn otherwise, I'm keeping my worries alive. I guess I'll have to read the next book to find out what happens next, as the book ends on a small cliffhanger, and I can't wait.<br /><br />Inge-Lise Goss has written an intriguing dystopian thriller full of mystery and suspense. I love her writing style, which is fast-paced, and the flow's fantastic. I am curious to see what this author comes up with in the future.<br /><br />Although there is mention of sex, there are no explicit scenes and tends to fade out. I do not recommend this book to younger readers due to some violence. However, I highly recommend this book if you love science fiction, dystopian, horror, suspense, and thriller genres. - Lynn Worton
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<div><br /></div><b>About The Author:</b><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiha809ozG9rm0-gSjMzlL2nTvVxjYZTIQPtUWRTRY6BmjcUK22qe5mKQYPED4OVgFReeNoQTPsxGXVHVRHvPLC1OUKNikPd_fQKFXvr-uVX5c_s0jeDYnA28KB7Pkjy81EHIfoaEFccgr7/s1600/7064949.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiha809ozG9rm0-gSjMzlL2nTvVxjYZTIQPtUWRTRY6BmjcUK22qe5mKQYPED4OVgFReeNoQTPsxGXVHVRHvPLC1OUKNikPd_fQKFXvr-uVX5c_s0jeDYnA28KB7Pkjy81EHIfoaEFccgr7/s200/7064949.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />Inge-Lise Goss loves the journeys where her characters take her, and she hopes her readers do too. She was born in Denmark, raised in Utah and graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Utah. She is a Certified Public Accountant and worked in that field for over twenty years. She now lives in the foothills of Red Rock Canyon with her husband and their dog, Bran, where she spends most of her time in her den writing stories. There, with her muse by her side, imagination has no boundaries and dreams come alive. When she’s not pounding away on the keyboard she can be found reading, rowing, or trying to perfect her golf game, which she fears is a lost cause.<br /><br /><b>Author Links:</b><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7064949.Inge_Lise_Goss"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Goodreads</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/IngeLiseGossAuthor?fref=ts"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Facebook</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Inge-Lise-Goss/e/B00GBBDGDU/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1432762382&sr=1-2-ent"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Amazon Author Page</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://twitter.com/IngeGoss"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Twitter</span></a></div><br />Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-35427802470507471382020-08-03T12:00:00.001+01:002020-08-03T12:00:00.267+01:00Book Promo: Shifters Gone Wid by Various Authors #Boxset #Shifters<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7yNw9pKzgjwdaoVdjRqzMi1i8Fi1q78rZaRmTgUAUIoGm7ajYwdL7_F9Q7UDWWKNF7CwybJC9xPNMdeXNAkurm8-x8JXey5yz3-odtCWXSz2V4JnRXmCQfbxl5i_gW3gmwl8c4XJQjes/s2048/shiftersgonewild-3D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1862" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7yNw9pKzgjwdaoVdjRqzMi1i8Fi1q78rZaRmTgUAUIoGm7ajYwdL7_F9Q7UDWWKNF7CwybJC9xPNMdeXNAkurm8-x8JXey5yz3-odtCWXSz2V4JnRXmCQfbxl5i_gW3gmwl8c4XJQjes/s640/shiftersgonewild-3D.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 4.5pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-size: 10.5pt;"><font face="helvetica">Fall in love with this paw-some collection of 12 shifter
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Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence.</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4">Haunted by a betrayal that shattered him and set him on a dark path of vengeance, Marek closely guards his heart, as determined to keep it safe as he is to wipe the scourge of vampires from the world.</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4">Until a hunt lands him in the presence of a beautiful woman who threatens to steal that heart as she battles his sworn enemy, her graceful moves igniting a passion so fierce and hunger so deep it consumes him.</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4">Caterina's sole purpose for the last decade has been freeing her brother of the curse of being turned into a vampire. When an alluring dark warrior steps in to help her battle a nest of bloodsuckers, her entire life is tipped off balance. She knows deep in her heart, the warrior can help her save her brother, but can she trust a man who is driven to slay every vampire he meets?</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4">When Marek's enemy emerges from the shadows, and Caterina is pulled down a dark rabbit hole into a dangerous world, will they be strong enough to overcome their pride and their prejudices or will a dark turn of events shatter both their hearts?</font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u><font size="4">Review 4.5 rounded up to 5*</font></u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div style="text-align: left;"><font size="4"><br /></font></div></div></div><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53425521-marek" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><font size="4"><img alt="Marek (Guardians of Hades, #4)" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1589679477l/53425521._SX98_.jpg" /></font></a><font size="4"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53425521-marek">Marek</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1228468.Felicity_Heaton">Felicity Heaton</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3352120005">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Marek is the fourth book in the Guardians of Hades series. I loved it!<br /><br />Marek is one of six son's of Hades. He is an intriguing character, and I liked him a lot. When he was first introduced in the series, I thought Marek was the more studious brother since he enjoyed researching. However, he is also a fierce warrior. I found it a pleasure to get to see into his life. There is a darkness within Marek that was not immediately obvious. It's this darkness that leads him to crossing paths with Caterina.<br /><br />Caterina is a woman on a mission. I liked her spunky-ness and determination to save her brother. Family is important to her since it's just her and her brother. When a stranger helps her fight vampires, she is intrigued by him. Unfortunately, she gets pulled into the tug-of-war between Marek's family and their enemy, and her life will never return to normal.<br /><br />It's been a year since the last Guardians of Hades book, and I've been eagerly awaiting Marek's story. I started to read and was pulled back into the fantastic world built by the author.<br /><br />It was a pleasure meeting the other brothers and their new loves once more. Hades and Persephone also make an appearance; they are typical parents - overprotective and loving. Karas and Calistos are the only two brothers who haven't had their stories told yet. However, the author made mention of Calistos's twin, Calindria, who had died several years before. It made me wonder if she could still potentially be alive somewhere when someone close to her briefly made an appearance, however, back to the review.<br /><br />The brothers still have a lot to do to avoid the prediction the Morai made about the human world and Underworld's impending collision. I was glad, however, when a specific character met their fate, but now wonder if Caterina's brother will play a more prominent role at some point. There are fast-paced fight scenes, which are this author's forte. She can bring them to life, so I always enjoy those, and the romance between Marek and Caterina scorched the pages even though there weren't as many opportunities for togetherness.<br /><br />I am now looking forward to reading Calistos's story soon.<br /><br />Felicity Heaton has written another fast-paced, sexy paranormal romance that I thoroughly enjoyed. I love her fast-paced writing style, which flows effortlessly from scene to scene. She is on top of my favourite author's list.<br /><br />Each book of this series could be read as a stand-alone, as this one does not end in a cliffhanger, though I would recommend reading them in order. I do not recommend this book to younger readers due to the extremely HOT and explicit sexual scenes. However, I highly recommend this book (and series) if you love sexy paranormal romances full of gods and daemons. - Lynn Worton
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Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Earth, Marek was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai. Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence.<br /><br />Haunted by a betrayal that shattered him and set him on a dark path of vengeance, Marek closely guards his heart, as determined to keep it safe as he is to wipe the scourge of vampires from the world.<br /><br />Until a hunt lands him in the presence of a beautiful woman who threatens to steal that heart as she battles his sworn enemy, her graceful moves igniting a passion so fierce and hunger so deep it consumes him.<br /><br />Caterina’s sole purpose for the last decade has been freeing her brother of the curse of being turned into a vampire. When an alluring dark warrior steps in to help her battle a nest of bloodsuckers, her entire life is tipped off balance. She knows deep in her heart the warrior can help her save her brother, but can she trust a man who is driven to slay every vampire he meets?<br /><br />When Marek’s enemy emerges from the shadows, and Caterina is pulled down a dark rabbit hole into a dangerous world, will they be strong enough to overcome their pride and their prejudices or will a dark turn of events shatter both their hearts?</div>
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He had never been one for believing in signs, but as Marek watched the skull made of bubbles slide down the glass shower screen, a bad feeling stirred deep in his gut.<br />He finished scrubbing the suds from his hair and slicked it back, running both hands over his head as his eyes strayed back to the skull now stretching and deforming into something resembling Edvard Munch’s painting The Scream.<br />It meant nothing. Omens weren’t real.<br />If the bad feeling came from anywhere, it was because things had gone too quiet since the wraith had broken into the Tokyo mansion and rescued the shapeshifter female he and his brothers had managed to capture. It had looked as if she was going to be a valuable source of information, that Esher could break her down and convince her to talk if he had enough time.<br />Marek and his six brothers had held her in their grasp for only a few hours before the wraith had used the memories he had stolen from Esher to penetrate the barrier around the mansion and had whisked her away through a portal.<br />Now, they were back to square one. They had an enemy and they had no clue how many were in their ranks or what they planned to do next. All they knew was that this band of daemons wanted to destroy the gates he and his brothers protected between the mortal world and their home, the Underworld, to merge the two realms into one they would control.<br />Keras was still annoyed about the fact they had lost their only source of information, as well as other things.<br />Marek couldn’t remember the last time his oldest brother had said more than two words to him. At every meeting Marek attended, Keras spoke to the others about their reports and what he wanted them to do next, but when it came to Marek, all Keras dished out was the cold shoulder.<br />Marek cursed Enyo under his breath, not foolish enough to do it aloud in case the damned goddess of war was able to hear him. It was time she overcame whatever it was that stopped her from facing facts and his brother, before she ended up getting Marek killed. The next time she showed up on Marek’s doorstep, she was getting the cold shoulder treatment.<br />Or he would damn well teleport to wherever Keras was so she was forced to see his brother again.<br />It was about time they both faced their feelings.<br />Keras was as in denial as Enyo was.<br />The skull continued to mock him. Marek swiped the side of his left hand across the glass, obliterating it, and shut off the water. He didn’t believe in signs.<br />He made his own destiny.<br />The Moirai could tell him the future all they wanted, but what good were the seers when they couldn’t tell him the details? He and his brothers had been stuck in the mortal world for two hundred years thanks to the fates and their sketchy facts. Their father, Hades, had banished them from the Underworld to protect the gates and await the attack the fates had foreseen, believing it would motivate them and give them reason to focus all of their effort on their mission so they could return home.<br />Two centuries of waiting and the enemy had finally made themselves known.<br />War was coming.<br />Marek couldn’t wait.<br />His gut swirled with a dark hunger, one that had been steadily building over the last two weeks and pressed him to obey it. He flexed his fingers as his thoughts trod a dark path, feeding that hunger with images of beautiful carnage, of walls painted crimson, and blood rolling down his body as he stood amidst the aftermath of a battle.<br />The image wasn’t one he had witnessed, but one that was to come. Marek could tell the future too in his own way. He could predict the result of a hunt—because he always won. Nothing stood between him and the high of victory, not when he was hunting. His blood burned with need as his hunger got the better of him, and he stepped out of the shower, unable to deny it any longer.<br />Tonight.<br />He would make that vision real tonight.<br />He dried off and scrubbed a towel against his dark hair, mussing the waves into curls as he stared at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t surprised to find his normally brown eyes were black with the dark need to hunt, revealing the depth of his hunger.<br />He tried to keep his mind on other things as he tugged on his trunks and then his black combat trousers, and pulled on a tight black T-shirt, but his focus kept slipping, filling his head with pleasing images of fighting that roused another need in his veins, a trickle of pleasure that warmed him. His eyes slid shut as anticipation built, the thought of what was to come making him want to rush.<br />As always.<br />He clenched his fists, savoured the sting of his nails biting into his palms, and tamped down the urges, clawing back control. He would have his high soon enough. It was better he remained focused during the fight. Afterwards, when the twelve vermin he had been tracking for the last two weeks were little more than fizzing piles of flesh and bone, he could indulge himself and enjoy the bliss and satisfaction that came from killing them.<br />Vampires.<br />His father, Hades, would be angry with him if he discovered Marek’s need to slay vampires, a species his father viewed as allies. His brothers would probably be just as furious. Knowing that didn’t stop him. It couldn’t stop him.<br />The vampires needed to pay.<br />He had tried to deny the hunger to kill them, and it hadn’t ended well. The compulsion was strong, so powerful that it had driven him into his darker side—a side that came from Hades’s blood in his veins—and he had lost all control, becoming a slave to it.<br />His second-eldest brother, Ares, had found him a week later, caked with blood and grime. Apparently, he had located him by following the trail of carnage Marek had left in his wake. By his brother’s estimate, close to a thousand daemons had lost their lives to Marek’s blade, and on top of that he had slaughtered five Hellspawn.<br />Hellspawn were what he and his brothers called the daemon breeds that Hades deemed acceptable, ones who still served him and were allowed to travel freely between the mortal world and the Underworld.<br />Hades had forgiven him for killing them.<br />He doubted his father would forgive him if he became aware of the thousands of vampires he had slaughtered since then.<br />All of them in cold blood while fully aware of what he was doing.<br />Marek stalked into his bedroom, the terracotta tiles cool beneath his feet despite the thick heat of summer. Insects buzzed and chirruped outside, their song a soothing melody as he breathed deeply to focus, centring himself as he prepared for battle.<br />He felt the earth deep beneath him, sensed it surrounding him, and he closed his eyes as he allowed his connection to it to calm him further, and push out the frantic need building within him. Patience.<br />There were a dozen vampires in that nest in Barcelona, and he was going to butcher every single one of them.<br />Nothing was going to stop that from happening tonight.<br />He rounded his oak double bed that stood against the wall opposite the bathroom and opened a drawer on the side table to its right.<br />His dark gaze landed on the one thing it contained and the hunger roared back to life inside him.<br />He swallowed and reached into the drawer, his eyes slipping shut and pleasure rolling in on the wake of his hunger as his fingers made contact with the leather hilt of the blade. It was smooth beneath his touch, worn from centuries of use. He bit back a groan as he curled his fingers around it and lifted the blade, felt the delicious weight of it in his palm. He opened his eyes and looked down at it, shivered as he drew the curved knife from its sheath and the silver blade caught the low lights, reflecting them up at him.<br />The beauty of it hit him hard in the way it always did, had him transfixed as he took in every nick in the razor-sharp blade and recounted all the vampires he had killed with it, using the silver it contained to send them to their final deaths.<br />The need to hunt condensed inside him, boiled and raged, pushed at him until he surrendered to it. He swiftly sheathed the blade and jammed it into the waist of his fatigues, and focusing on his destination, he summoned his ability to teleport.<br />Darkness whirled around him, consumed him as he took a single step forwards. Familiar sensation washed through him, his connection to the Underworld lasting only a heartbeat before he emerged from the teleport. It was comforting nonetheless, and the closest he had been to home in two hundred years.<br />He landed in a cobbled alley surrounded by old cream stone buildings. The air was thicker here in Barcelona than in Seville, heavy with moisture that made it hard to breathe as the stifling heat bore down on him. He gave himself a moment to adjust to the summer temperatures, and then silently moved along the alley, using the shadows as cover as he stealthily approached the arched entrance of the vampire nest.<br />His senses sharpened as he focused them ahead of him, eager to count the number of foes awaiting him.<br />Only it wasn’t twelve signatures that popped up on his internal radar.<br />It was only five.<br />Marek cursed and moved faster, drawing his blade from its sheath at the same time. He could still eliminate these five, taking the edge off his hunger, and then he would wait for the rest to return. He reached the entrance of the building and stopped dead as the scent of spilled vampire blood hit him together with a feminine grunt and a hiss.<br />There hadn’t been any females among the vampires.<br />Was it a vampire?<br />Or a victim?<br />He eased the heavy wooden doors open and slipped inside. His eyes rapidly adjusted to the darkness that clung to the ground floor of the building, revealing the courtyard.<br />And a woman.<br />She stood in the centre of the courtyard, the low lights reflecting off her caramel-coloured hair as it tumbled around her shoulder, shifting in waves as she turned her head left and then right, eyeing the four male vampires moving to flank her. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was facing off against the vampires, he would have thought her one of them with her tight dark clothing. She matched their style perfectly, calf-height black leather boots showing over her tight navy jeans and a form-fitting black tank revealing her toned figure.<br />A thin cut slashed up her left arm, a crimson trail from it reaching her elbow.<br />Darkness stirred inside him as she took in the vampires, her wide luminous hazel eyes bright with what looked a lot like fear.<br />A startling new urge blasted through Marek in response.<br />A need to protect her.<br />The dark-haired vampire facing her licked his fangs.<br />Not on Marek’s watch.<br />Darkness rushed through him, sweet and addictive, dangerously seductive as it subdued his softer emotions, leaving only raw rage and a black hunger for violence behind. His nails sharpened into claws, canines lengthening to match those the vampire was flashing at the woman.<br />His would-be victim.<br />Marek leaned his weight forwards and readied his blade, his gaze locking onto the male; mind racing to calculate everything about him, from his weight and height, to which foot he favoured and any possible weapons he had concealed on his body.<br />Satisfied that the vampire wouldn’t stand a chance, Marek pressed down on his right foot, intending to launch at the male.<br />Only the woman picked that moment to yell a battle cry and spin on her heel, a silver blur shining around her as she gracefully pirouetted.<br />And stabbed the vampire nearest Marek right through his heart with a short sword.<br />Marek rocked back on his heels.<br />She wasn’t a victim.<br />She was a warrior.<br />Breathtaking as she ducked beneath the blow from the blond male behind her and lashed out with her leg in a fluid sweep that looked as if she had performed it a thousand times. She caught the male’s ankles, toppling him, and spun back up to her full height as she brought her blade around.<br />It sliced clean through the throat of the vampire she had stabbed, cleaving his head from his body as he frantically clutched at the bubbling wound in his chest. The vampire slumped to land by what appeared to be the fizzing remains of another vampire, giving Marek a better view of the warrior as she took on the remaining three.<br />Part of Marek growled at him to intervene, to protect her as he had intended.<br />The rest of him was struck dumb by how gracefully she moved as she twisted and turned, blocked and attacked, undeterred by the way the vampires evaded her blows.<br />He had never seen anything like her.<br />It wasn’t fear that flashed in her hazel eyes as she spun on her heel and jammed her blade into the gut of the blond vampire. It was excitement. Pleasure. The same thrill he felt as he watched her.<br />Who was she?<br />The hunger that had gone dormant inside him the moment he had set eyes on her returned with a vengeance, snarling a black demand in his head as he watched her fighting the vampires.<br />Fighting his vampires.<br />It didn’t matter who she was. She was intruding on his battle, had ruined his plans for the night. These vermin were his to kill.<br />The woman slashed her blade across the leg of the blond vampire, cutting deep into his thigh through his black jeans, delivering another deadly blow of silver judging by how the vampire she had managed to kill was slowly melting away to nothing.<br />She leaned over and grasped the male by his hair, stared into his eyes as the silver consumed him, tearing pained hisses from between his clenched teeth as he convulsed.<br />Her first mistake.<br />A fatal one.<br />She had taken her eyes off the remaining two.<br />The tall dark-haired male grabbed her from behind, fisted her fall of caramel hair and pulled her head back, ripping a pained cry from her lips.<br />The vampire’s eyes blazed red as he bent his head to pierce her delicate neck with his filthy fangs.<br />Marek growled from the shadows, the feral snarl pealing from him before he could contain it as the need to protect her roared back to the fore, stealing control of him again.<br />The woman tensed.<br />The vampires froze.<br />Their glowing scarlet eyes edged towards him.<br />Marek launched at them on a roar.<br />
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Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shapeshifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan, then you will enjoy her books too.<br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires, then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic, then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series.<br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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When Grant Davis stepped into the job of assistant director at Joy Universe, he knew he was taking on a challenge. The AD before him left a mess nobody thought could be cleaned up—but Grant loves nothing more than beating the odds. Over a year later, he’s convinced there’s something hinky going on. The solution: an independent audit. What he doesn’t expect is that the head of the audit team will be his old college crush.</div>
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<b>Book Title:</b> Ascension: A Darkest Nights Novel</div>
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<b>Genre:</b> YA Dark Urban Fantasy/Horror</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Lee Ferrier</div>
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Lucy Beaumont is dead; but in a world of Gods and Monsters, death isn't the end. Passing over into the afterlife, Lucy soon finds out that she and her friends are part of something bigger than any of them could imagine. The legendary Crystal Wand can help Lucy in her mission to find a way back to the world of the living, but only if she can fix her incomplete soul and regain her missing memories...<br />
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Ascension -A Darkest Nights Novel- serves as an intermediary between "Darkest Nights -Awakening-" and its follow-up "Darkest Nights -Ashes to Ashes".</div>
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My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3095662578">4 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Ascension is a bridging novel between Darkest Nights - Awakening and the next book in the series. I guess you can call it Book 1.5 in the series.<br />
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Disclaimer: I had the great honour of being one of the first people to read this book in its raw form while editing it. This review is my own honest opinion, and I have not received remuneration for it. I pre-ordered a copy of this book as soon as I heard it was available with my own money and read it in my own time. The author did not influence me or my opinion.<br />
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Ascension follows Lucy Beaumont's journey into the afterlife and told through her point of view. I am glad the author decided to write this story as I was so upset with him for *spoiler alert for those who haven't read Darkest Nights - Awakening yet* killing her off. I felt Lucy was a fantastic character and her shocking death affected me badly. It felt like I had lost a friend, and my heart had shattered.<br />
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Ascension sees Lucy coming to grips with her altered reality. She discovers that she is crucial to the fight between good and evil, and is the Dark Totem in a triumvirate destined to defeat an incarnation of the devil. As she struggles with her new powers, her personal life also takes a surprising turn. The reader gets introduced to new and old characters. It was a pleasure to see how Lucy's and Peter's friendship developed, as well as her interaction with the angel, Gabriel, and her girlfriend, Jordana.<br />
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This story took me on a roller coaster ride of emotion from beginning to end, which does end in a small cliffhanger, but this just made me want to read the next book as soon as possible.<br />
Please note: This book is written in British English, so some terms and spellings may confuse American readers.<br />
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Lee Ferrier has written a fantastic YA dark fantasy/horror story. I love his fast-paced writing style, and the flow was excellent. This is an author who is not afraid to tread into dark places and kill off characters. In this respect, he is similar to George R.R. Martin (so I have heard, as I haven't read his books yet). This is one British author whose career I will follow with interest and would definitely read more books written by him in the future.<br />
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There are some scenes of violence (fighting and/or bloodshed) and, on occasion, gore that may upset sensitive readers. There is also mention of sex (F/F), implied in some scenes and explicitly shown in others. Therefore, I do not recommend this book to those who would be upset by this. However, I highly recommend this book to teens aged 15/16 upwards and those adults who love dark young adult supernatural/paranormal horror novels. - Lynn Worton
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<b>Genre:</b> Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy</div>
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<b>Pages:</b> 231</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Emily James</div>
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<b>Date Published:</b> 21 November 2019</div>
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<b>She’s an accidental chef. He’s her hot-headed A**hole boss. Will they discover the recipe for love or are they heading for disaster?</b><br />
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Unemployed actress, Hannah Brooks, is applying for a waitressing job when her luck changes. Mistaken for a chef, she's offered a position at twice the pay, but there's a slight problem. She can't cook, but she can act.<br />
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Tom Hadleigh is determined to make a success of the restaurant he inherited from his father, despite attempted sabotages against it and his reputation. Tom’s a hothead and not looking for love, but when Hannah walks into his restaurant, he can’t help but turn his head. With so many problems in his life, is she the answer?<br />
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When their worlds collide, will their passion ignite, or will the heat force them out of the kitchen?<br />
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Faking It in the Kitchen is a fun romantic comedy. I really enjoyed it.<br />
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Hannah Brookes is an unemployed actress looking to make it big on the West End in London, England. I liked this character a lot. She has a sunny personality and is optimistic (maybe too much at times) and desperate for work. When she hears of a potential job as a waitress at Hadleigh's, a prestigious restaurant, she heads to the interview and meets Tom Hadleigh, the boss. What she didn't expect was to be hired as a chef. And have to fake it in the kitchen as she can't cook.<br />
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Tom Hadleigh is determined to keep his late father's restaurant running after his death. Unfortunately, someone is determined to close it down. I liked him even at his most a**hole-y, especially when he did things that made me want to smack some sense into him. Tom, still grieving, is understandably upset at both his father's death and the sabotage, but when he accidentally knocks Hannah out, he hires her in the mistaken belief she's a chef. As danger stalks ever closer and his attraction to Hannah grows, Tom will have to decide what is more important.<br />
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I started to read this book, told through both Tom's and Hannah's viewpoints in alternate chapters. Faking It is a light read with humourous events mixed up with a suspenseful twist. The characters are lifelike and likeable.<br />
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I enjoyed the interaction between Hannah and Tom, which is intense, and the heat level between them sizzle on the pages. I also enjoyed Hannah's camaraderie with the other characters in the kitchen, especially Jack. She needed a friend badly, and he acted as one immediately. Tom's nemesis was a surprise twist. I had another person lined up initially, but as soon as the author introduced the character, I went 'Ah!' even though there was no hint of their involvement immediately.<br />
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I did feel the scene near the end where Hannah confronted the perpetrator was a little weak and didn't have the punch it could have. However, it resolved the mystery even if unsatisfactorily (my opinion). I do feel that the scene was a little rushed as if the author wanted to get back to the romance, which was understandable. The story ends satisfactorily, with no cliffhanger as it's a stand-alone. <br />
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Emily James is a new author to me. I have never read one of her other books before. I like her fast-paced writing style, and the story flowed well. The author's warmth and humour shone through her writing. Her characters are lifelike and likeable. I would consider reading more of her books in the future.<br />
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Due to scenes of an explicit nature, I do not recommend this book to readers under the age of 18. I do, however, recommend this book if you love contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and sassy and sexy main characters. - Lynn Worton
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<b>Sam’s Mom hugged him and looked at her son. “There’s no one like you. You’re the only one. Comparing yourself to others, won’t get you far. Learn to love how unique you are.”</b><br />
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Packed with colorful rain forest and animal illustrations, this rhyming picture book follows Sam the speedy sloth as he goes on a jungle adventure. Challenging the other rain forest animals to a race, Sam learns some important life lessons along the way about being unique, self-confident and not comparing yourself to others. Children will also find a bunch of fun learning activities, including spot the difference, a word search and even fact files for the jungle animals in this book.<br />
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Perfect for ages 3-8, children will love listening to Sam’s adventure, which makes Sam the Speedy Sloth ideal for bedtime stories, group reading, or one-on-one with loving parents or grandparents.</div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48159632-sam-the-speedy-sloth" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Sam The Speedy Sloth: A children’s book about acceptance and self-confidence" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1568576455l/48159632._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48159632-sam-the-speedy-sloth">Sam The Speedy Sloth: A children’s book about acceptance and self-confidence</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15734356.Matthew_Ralph">Matthew Ralph</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3023477368">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Sam, the Speedy Sloth, is a super illustrated children's book. I loved it.<br />
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Sam is a sloth, but not a typical one. He likes to race around and is the fastest sloth in the forest. In this story, he challenges several different animals to race with him. I love this sloth. He is super cute and determined. <br />
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This storybook is an ideal stocking filler for Christmas if you are still looking for presents. The author has cleverly rhymed the words, so the story flows off the tongue as one reads it. It is also beautifully illustrated by Khansadk. The pictures are bright and vibrant and show the story for those who cannot read yet and need a little help from the parents, and it compliments the author's words entirely. Sam is a superb character who learns a valuable lesson as the story progresses. The child/children reading this book also learn that it is not always essential to be the fastest or the best at everything they do. However, I feel they will enjoy Sam's journey as it also encourages children to be self-confident but not arrogant, kind and humble. <br />
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At the end of the book, there are a few puzzles and activities for the children to complete. It may work better with the paper versions rather than the ebook, but they can still be lots of fun to do. Not sure I'd recommend doing this section at bedtime, but it depends on the parents, so I'll leave that decision up to you.<br />
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I highly recommend this book to children aged 3 to 8, and to adults who are looking for a fun, educational book for their little ones. - Lynn Worton
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Matthew Ralph is a children's book author who lives in London, England.<br />
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When he is not busy writing his next book, he enjoys drinking tea, eating fish & chips and waving at The Queen.<br />
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Saddled with a crown he never wanted, King Tegan of the Second Realm of demons is a warrior born for war stuck ruling in a time of peace, bound by the pact that cost his brother his life. Chafed by the ties that have held him shackled to his throne for the last thousand years, Tegan plans an escape from his prison—one stolen night meant to give him a taste of freedom, but one that will lead him to the greatest battle of his life.<br /><br />A fight to claim the heart of a bewitching fae female who might be his fated mate.<br /><br />According to many in her clan, and the idiotic incubi who infest the fae town where she lives, Suki puts the suck in succubus. Down on her luck, and in danger of being kicked out of the family she loves, she’s determined to prove her worth by bagging and tagging a powerful male. When she sets eyes on a mysterious, panty-melting demon warrior in a nightclub, things finally seem to be going her way, but his shadowed aura and guardedness warns he won’t be an easy mark.<br /><br />Seducing him is going to be the fight of her life.<br /><br />When the battle is done, will the victor have the forever they want, or will this war cost them both everything?</div>
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<br />Tegan’s battle plan was sound.<br />A simple feint. Trick the eye. A stroke of genius.<br />With a dash of the fates smiling upon him, he might escape this prison tonight.<br />This castle had been his cage for a thousand years, since the night his brother had been murdered, the throne beneath him a shackle that held him fast, unbreakable except through death.<br />He ran a steady hand over his right horn, feeling the smoothness and the slight bumps where the enchanted gold had been inlaid into the grooves he had carved himself. Some of the bumps were barely noticeable, a sign of how many times he had performed this act since Edyn had died.<br />The plan was sound.<br />But still a trickle of nerves ran in his blood.<br />Or was that excitement?<br />It had been so long since he had experienced that emotion that he was unfamiliar with it now. He pondered that as he swigged from his pewter mug, the brew sweet on his tongue. One of the few pleasures he had left in his long and tedious life.<br />Excitement. Fear. Pain. The high of victory.<br />Everything he had loved had been stolen from him the night he had been thrust into a role he had never wanted.<br />Although perhaps he would have lost it all anyway, even if his brother had survived.<br />Peace.<br />He cursed that word.<br />He cursed Edyn.<br />He cursed the throne.<br />He cursed his kingdom.<br />Tegan mentally took that one back.<br />As much as he despised the truce with the First Realm of the demons and the elf kingdom, as much as he despised his throne and his advisers who sought to keep him tethered to it, safely holed up in his castle, he couldn’t blame his people for what had happened to him.<br />Perhaps he was the one who was cursed.<br />Cursed to lead a dull and peaceful life for the rest of his days.<br />Tegan leaned to his right, dropped his chin on his upturned palm as he planted his elbow against the arm of his black throne, and huffed.<br />He had been born for war, not peace.<br />Yet here he was, presiding over a feast celebrating the anniversary of the truce his brother had formed with the neighbouring demon realm and the elves.<br />Celebrating peace.<br />He could practically feel his life draining from him, one grain of sand at a time through an hourglass that was shielded by layers and layers of steel designed to keep it safe from harm.<br />What sort of demon wanted to be safe?<br />Peaceful?<br />He craved battle, adventure. A glorious war or two every decade wouldn’t go amiss either. But here he sat, his backside stuck to a throne he wanted no part of, doomed to rule a peaceful kingdom while the other demon kings indulged in lavish wars, were out there on the frontline spilling blood and breaking bones.<br />He lifted his cup to his lips again and took a deeper draught of the mead.<br />Gods, he was bored.<br />Cursed.<br />It was Edyn’s fault.<br />His older brother was meant to rule while Tegan did all the fighting as commander of their Royal Legion, not broker a damned peace treaty and then die, leaving the Second Realm in Tegan’s hands.<br />He growled low in his throat.<br />A few of the warriors celebrating at the long feast tables that lined the grand hall of the castle paused to look his way, their brew or their females forgotten as they checked on him. Tegan glared at them all, tempted to flash his emerging fangs as his mood took a sharp dark turn, plunging him into the mire of thoughts that had been his own personal hell since the night someone had placed a crown upon his head.<br />The warriors returned to their drinks, laughter spilling from their lips as they toasted him and cheered, as if that would lift his mood. He drummed his short claws against the layer of stubble on his cheek as he surveyed the room, dark gaze passing over the towering carved black columns that supported the vaulted ceiling high above him.<br />The candles in the middle of each long black wooden table illuminated the faces of his warriors, playing over their dark hair and horns, flickering over their bare chests as they shoved and laughed, caroused with the females he had brought in for the celebration.<br />At least someone at the feast was enjoying themselves.<br />Edyn had always said the people came first.<br />Something he and his brother had agreed upon. Although Tegan liked to place his warriors first, a hang up from his days serving in the legions, leading them and witnessing the toll battle took on them. Now peace took its toll on them instead.<br />So he had agreed to tonight’s feast.<br />His men needed to blow off some steam, and if drinking and females could supply them with an outlet for it, he would gladly sit through a thousand boring feasts. He couldn’t give them war after all.<br />He had once contented himself with feasts, mead and females. It had worked for a while, taking the edge off, but now he found them dull.<br />What he wanted now was a battle. A war. It was the only thing that could improve his mood. The news from the other demon realms wasn’t helping. Several of them had gone to war recently, and although he had lobbied his advisers and made a valiant attempt to let the Second Realm join the Third Realm in their battle against the Fifth, their answer had been the same as always.<br />He must maintain the peace.<br />Tegan huffed again.<br />Maintaining the peace was exhausting. It went against his very nature.<br />He went to take another mouthful of his brew and frowned at the bottom of the large pewter mug when he found it empty. He held it out to his right and the male standing there refilled it for him. He nodded, lifting his mug to thank the male, and drank deeply, emptying half the tankard in one go.<br />A few of the warriors in the room tugged females away with them.<br />Almost time to put his plan into action.<br />He just needed to be patient for a little longer.<br />But patience wasn’t his strongest virtue. It lacked a little.<br />He tapped his foot, jiggling the female seated on his left thigh. One he had completely forgotten about, even though she was about to become a key factor in his battle plan.<br />She immediately went into action, fawning over him, running fingers over his shoulder, shifting the material of his loose white shirt as she murdered his language so badly, he struggled to interpret her meaning. “My lord, your muscles. You are strong.”<br />Tegan slid her a look he hoped conveyed how irritating she was. It didn’t stop her. She prattled on, all smiles as she flicked blonde hair over her shoulder to reveal a hefty amount of cleavage. Unsurprising given how tight her red leather bodice was.<br />He wasn’t sure what species she was, and he didn’t care.<br />He tuned her out as he surveyed his warriors. Were they really content with feasting and females? He wasn’t.<br />How was he meant to continue like this?<br />He was a warrior at heart, but every day he had to pretend to be something else. Worse, he had to be someone else. He no longer recognised the male who obeyed the wishes of his advisers even though he was tired of hearing them all tell him he had to place the peace of the kingdom above all else. He no longer recognised the male who sat on the throne, listening to the complaints of his people.<br />They were not content, not as they were meant to be anyway. Many came to him to complain about everything from their neighbours to the travelling traders he permitted to roam through the kingdom to sell their wares.<br />He settled his gaze on two males, both close to his seven-foot height, both packed with as much muscle as he was. Commanders like he had been. Demons born for war. They weren’t content. They stood to one side, had been there all night, deep in discussion and ignoring the advances of the females.<br />Talking of war? Of glorious days long past but not forgotten?<br />He wanted to speak with them, to relive the days they had fought beside each other, the great battles they had witnessed in their years and the close shaves that had brought them dancing dangerously with Death.<br />The female seated on his knee showed no sign of moving though and the two guards who flanked his throne, standing slightly behind it as if he wouldn’t notice them there, would stop him if he tried to speak with them. No doubt they had strict orders from the court to keep him from talk of war and battles tonight.<br />The two males glanced his way, lingered and dipped their heads, raising their tankards at the same time. He could see the weariness in their eyes, as if they were a reflection of him. The inactivity grated on them as viciously as it did on him.<br />If he could give them war, he would do so in a heartbeat.<br />Tegan mentally took that back too.<br />As much as he hated the peacefulness of his kingdom, as much as he craved doing battle, he couldn’t just go to war. The majority of his people had become accustomed to this dreadful peace. They enjoyed it, finding pleasure in having a land dominated by stability and peace.<br />He was their king, whether he wanted it or not, and he couldn’t deny them that which they desired—a kingdom not at war.<br />More of his men left with females in tow. Soon.<br />The night was growing older, the feast becoming louder, the merriment infectious as the gathered warriors consumed mead by the barrel and sampled their females, selecting the one who would pass the night in their bed.<br />Soon.<br />He had successfully managed to pass the day evading his advisers, which had lifted his mood. Or that might have been the punishing training routine he had indulged in, competing in mock battle with four of the finest warriors in the Royal Legion. They were always kind enough to help him fill the tedious hours of the day and grant him some escape.<br />Tonight, he had meant to carry out his usual method of filling the dark hours.<br />A long time ago, that would have meant bedding one or more females, living up to the rumours that he had a harem of them at his disposal. He had quickly grown bored of females after ascending to the throne though.<br />Females were too compliant, always too willing to throw themselves at his feet in a grand effort to please the king.<br />So now he filled his night hours with a different sort of entertainment. A guilty pleasure he found himself indulging in more and more often recently.<br />Reading.<br />His aide called him voracious. He had a thirst for knowledge that kept the male constantly teleporting back and forth to the mortal world to bring him more books. Since becoming king, he had learned twelve languages, both written and spoken. He had studied the culture and history of every mortal country, and every fae and immortal realm. He had learned about music and art, and as much as he could about the modern human world.<br />He had read books on almost every subject imaginable.<br />He had a library in his private floors of the castle, a sanctuary few knew about, one he was adding new shelves to and expanding every year.<br />That was where he had intended to pass the night after managing to escape the feast.<br />Only he had finished his last book while dressing for the feast.<br />So his plans had changed.<br />Had grown more thrilling.<br />He meant to escape more than the feast.<br />More than the castle.<br />He meant to escape Hell for the first time in a thousand years.<br />Just the thought of seeing the modern human world with his own eyes had adrenaline surging through his veins and he couldn’t contain the smile that tugged at his lips as his heart soared. He turned it on the female as she sidled closer, attempting to conceal the true reason for his excitement in case the guards were watching him.<br />She fluttered long black lashes, her grey eyes sparkling at him as she stroked the horns that curled from behind the top of his ears, her fingertips lightly tracing the curve of them down to his lobes in a way that did nothing for him.<br />She leaned in closer still and murmured in his ear, her use of the demonic tongue leaving a lot to be desired as she mangled his language in an attempt to seduce him. “Your horns are so big.”<br />He supposed she meant to use the old adage about a demon’s horns having a correlation with the size of his manhood.<br />Some part of him felt that he should be enjoying her attention and the feast, but he wasn’t.<br />Something wasn’t right, and it hadn’t been for a long time.<br />The female pressed against him, her breasts threatening to spill from her corset as she leaned her side against his chest and her arm came to rest along his shoulder. She pushed her fingers through the longer lengths of his black hair and skimmed them over the shorn sides to tease the more sensitive base of his horns.<br />He still felt nothing.<br />He swigged his mead as she traced patterns on his chest, working her way over to the lacing on his shirt. She toyed with the ties, curled them around her fingers and tugged, clearly intending for him to move closer.<br />He took another mouthful instead.<br />He wasn’t interested in the female. He hadn’t asked for her company, had given her no indication he desired her attention, yet here she was, fawning over him.<br />“You have masculine beauty,” she husked, and he gritted his teeth. Whoever had taught her to speak the demon tongue had done a bad job of it. “Strong male.”<br />Did she think her praise would rouse his interest and make him want her?<br />It had quite the opposite effect.<br />He had lost interest in carousing with females when he had realised they were only interested in one thing—his throne.<br />He despised the fact every female he met viewed him as a throne, not a male. They wanted the power he could give them, the status. They didn’t really want him. Of course, he could sleep with them and discard them, slaking some of his hunger on them, but where was the fun in that?<br />He preferred a challenge, something that would appease his hunger for battle. If he couldn’t do battle physically, he would do it mentally. He wanted a female who would be that challenge for him, one who would make him fight for her.<br />His warriors and his younger brother Ryker, the current prince, weren’t complaining about his lack of interest in the females. All the more for them.<br />Gods, Tegan envied Ryker a little. He had freedom, came and went as he pleased, while Tegan was locked in his castle, only allowed out with an entire entourage of advisers and bodyguards, and even then it was only to official functions where the kingdom needed to be represented by its king.<br />Ryker had everything Tegan had lost, and Tegan would give anything to return to that life.<br />His dark eyes scanned over the feast. Edyn would have lapped this up. He would have loved sitting on the throne with a female on his knees, soaking up her praise and that of his people.<br />Tegan hated it.<br />A thousand years he had endured this dull and unsatisfying life.<br />That changed tonight.<br />His battle plan was sound, everything was in place. His strategy had been checked from all angles, every little thing accounted for and covered. All that was left was to put it into action.<br />He signalled the male to his right, who eagerly bustled over, his jug at the ready. Rather than allowing the male to fill his cup, Tegan placed it on the tray in the male’s other hand and nodded.<br />Tegan grasped the female’s slender wrist, pulled it from behind his head and pushed her forwards, forcing her off him. She tottered a little, giggled and swayed against him as he stood.<br />The two males guarding him immediately moved forwards.<br />Tegan turned on them. “I do not require an audience.”<br />Both males dipped their heads and pressed their right hands to their bare chests.<br />He cut them off before they could mention standing guard outside his rooms. “You are done for the night. Enjoy the feast and the females.”<br />The two exchanged a glance and then looked beyond him, to the males who were still celebrating, pawing at the females on their laps and calling out to the others that wandered around the room, seeking a partner.<br />The younger male on his right looked as if he might mention the orders the court had given them, but the other male grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed him forwards, guiding him towards the nearest females.<br />Phase one of his plan successfully completed, Tegan tugged the blonde female towards the side door of the grand hall, one only he could access. She stumbled along behind him, still throwing compliments and things he supposed were meant to sound seductive. He paid no attention to her as he mounted the spiral steps, eager to reach his rooms and move on to phase two.<br />The female slowed him down, so he turned and scooped her up into his arms and took the steps two at a time instead, making swift progress towards his private floors. She stroked his chest and shoulders, even went as far as pressing kisses to his throat as he kept his focus ahead of him.<br />Almost there.<br />Light chased back the darkness ahead of him and he quickened his pace, his heart pounding harder as he thought about what he was going to do.<br />He set the female down as soon as he reached the broad torchlit corridor at the end of the stairs and pulled her along behind him as he stormed towards the door of his apartment. She continued to twitter, babbled words that were lost on him as he went over his plan again, ensuring everything was perfect.<br />He shoved the wooden door open with the flat of his hand and pulled her inside, shoved her aside and released her as he closed the door behind him. She moved around his drawing room, saying things he didn’t hear as she studied the paintings that hung on the black stone walls and ran her fingers over the glass that covered the long low display cases that lined them, eyeing his collection of weapons, helmets and other things from all the regions of Hell.<br />His trophies of war.<br />She fell silent, her eyes landing on him as he pulled his shirt off over his head and discarded it on the wooden floor.<br />Her throat worked on a hard swallow and she sidled towards him, heat kindling in her eyes as she approached. She raked them over his chest and stomach and that heat became a fire.<br />“You are beautiful, my lord.”<br />Tegan turned away from her, grabbed the black shirt he had laid over the back of his wine-red wingback armchair before leaving for the feast and donned it. Disappointment flared in her eyes.<br />He ignored her and tackled the buttons on his shirt. Buttons. They were fiddly small things, irritating him as he fumbled with them, trying to close the shirt of mortal fashion that Ryker had given him as a present.<br />He wasn’t sure how his younger brother could wear such things.<br />It was tight and restrictive, made his back itch as his wings pushed for freedom. He focused to keep them hidden as he adjusted to the confining feel of the shirt. If he attempted to swing his sword arm, he would rip the damned garment to pieces.<br />But then, he supposed it hadn’t been made for fighting in.<br />When he had first tried it on at Ryker’s insistence, his brother had assured him it was all the ‘rage’ for males to wear such tight clothing in the human world, an apparent attempt to reveal their physique whilst still being dressed.<br />Tegan glanced at himself in the mirror above the fireplace behind him when he was done with the buttons. He arched an eyebrow at his reflection. He supposed the cut of the cloth was rather complimentary. It stretched across his broad chest and tightly gripped his biceps, and even hinted at his muscular stomach.<br />“You look divine,” the female purred in approval in the common tongue and he conceded that he did look rather good in human fashion. “Do I get to peel it off you?”<br />He flicked her a glare, stooped and picked up his coin purse from the table beside his armchair. She swayed towards him, her eyes on his chest, clearly intent on unbuttoning the shirt he had just put on. He moved around her, crossed the room to a set of black wooden drawers, and pulled the one on the right open. He picked up a smaller coin purse and hung it with his other one on the waist of his black leathers.<br />He turned back to the female.<br />He would get into trouble with his advisers if they got wind of what he had done, but he didn’t care. He needed a change of scenery. He had been stuck in this castle for the last thousand years. It was time he got out.<br />It was only going to be for a short time. Everyone would think he was sleeping with the female in his quarters. He would be back before he was missed.<br />He just wanted a taste of the current mortal world to see if it was as exciting as the stories painted it to be, filled with marvellous technology that sounded like fantasy to him. He had heard tales of it from the Third King and his mate, glorious stories of a world that was vastly different to the one he remembered.<br />Electronic communication devices that could be used to speak with someone across the globe? Impossible.<br />Giant metal birds that carried mortals to far-flung destinations? Laughable.<br />But he had heard the stories coming from the Third Realm and the king himself had told Tegan all about the miracles of mortal technology. Thorne was using the technology to bring electricity into the demon realm he ruled.<br />Electricity.<br />Tegan glanced at the sconces burning on the black wall, at the dark wooden furniture of the office that adjoined his drawing room, and the paintings hanging on the walls. Mortals had things that took paintings. No, that wasn’t right. They called them photographs. They displayed them on their walls rather than paintings now, and such photographs appeared on electronic devices too.<br />Thorne had shown him such a strange device when the demon king had brought his new queen to visit. The mortal queen of the Third Realm had one in her possession.<br />It had been magic.<br />It had awed him.<br />A flat rectangle no bigger than Tegan’s hands side-by-side but it had been colourful and bright, and she had touched it and things had happened. His advisers had deemed it witchcraft of the darkest degree and warned him against it, but Tegan had been fascinated. He wanted to see more of these mortal inventions.<br />He wanted to possess them.<br />It wasn’t as if he was committing a crime by leaving the kingdom. He was king. He only meant to go out to a place the Third King talked about and also purchase some more books. Small steps. If the mission was successful, perhaps he would go out again.<br />He grabbed hold of the female. She pressed closer to him, sliding her hands over his chest and leaning into his embrace. Tegan kept hold of her as he summoned his portal. The black abyss opened beneath them and the female squeaked as they dropped into it. They landed in the free realm, in the middle of the town he had once visited. People on the black cobbled street between the obsidian stone buildings stopped to stare as he pushed her away from him and distanced himself.<br />“This is as far as you go,” Tegan said.<br />Confusion danced in her pale grey eyes and she tried to get closer to him again. He backed off a step, maintaining the distance between them, and the confusion turned to anger as he spoke.<br />“I am leaving now.” He took the smaller coin purse from his belt and tossed it at her.<br />She caught it and he teleported before she could give him hell, nerves and excitement clashing inside him as he dropped back into the black abyss.<br />Heading to the mortal world.<br />That filled him with an unsettling, but thrilling sensation.<br />His life had been static for the last thousand years.<br />Now he was going to taste freedom.<br />And something told him his life would never be the same again.</div>
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Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-48830384559341009052019-09-25T11:35:00.000+01:002019-09-25T11:35:27.737+01:00Book Review of Bodgit and Fixit's Space Adventure by Chris Goodyear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Book Title:</b> Bodgit and Fixit's Space Adventure</div>
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<b>Author:</b> Chris Goodyear</div>
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A brightly illustrated book featuring best friends Bodgit bear and Fixit rabbit.<br />
Created and written by Chris Goodyear, these best friends share their amazing<br />
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48129864-bodgit-and-fixit-s-space-adventure" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Bodgit and Fixit's Space Adventure" border="0" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1568277767l/48129864._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48129864-bodgit-and-fixit-s-space-adventure">Bodgit and Fixit's Space Adventure</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19556128.Chris_Goodyear">Chris Goodyear</a><br />
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2974446046">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Bodgit and Fixit's Space Adventure is a fantastic illustrated children's book. I loved it!<br />
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Bodgit and Fixit are the best of friends. Bodgit (5) is a teddy bear, and Fixit (6) is a rabbit. They both have a vivid imagination, and one day during the holidays they decided to ride a rocket to the moon. But first, they need to build it. Their space adventure is exciting, and they have a lot of fun. However, they have to be home in time for tea (dinner), so they return to Earth. <br />
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This book is only fourteen pages long, but there is a lot packed between those pages. I don't know if the author is also the illustrator, but if so, the author did a fantastic job. (Edited to say: the illustrator is Sam Jones). The pictures are beautifully drawn and coloured and complement the story perfectly. At the end of the book, there are five fun activities for children to do: a counting puzzle, a Word Search, a Maze puzzle, a Spot the Difference, and Trace the Line puzzle. Plus there are facts interspersed throughout about various subjects. One thing I can see is the potential for Bodgit and Fixit to become real as plush toys. They are so cute! I'd buy them, so children would love them too.<br />
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The story is engaging. I feel that children would love to read this book. It is difficult to say what age range this book would attract. The artwork would appeal to children aged 4 upwards, but the font used and the way the writing is presented would confound a new young reader. In my opinion, I feel that depending on reading ability, this book would be suitable for children aged 4 to look at with parents, but for children to read it on their own, I'd say they would have to be at least 6, 7 or 8 and above.<br />
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Chris Goodyear is a debut author and judging by this book, is well on the way to be a fantastic children's book writer. Although I am not the intended audience, I love the intricate details (though simple language) the author uses to tell a story. I will be interested to see what the author comes up with in the future.<br />
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I highly recommend this book to children and adults alike. - Lynn Worton
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Annabelle’s Big Dream was written by Joy Hardin to help empower children to go after their dreams. The book is the first in the Team ABC Racing series which focuses on both educating about motorsports, providing educational opportunities such as letter recognition. The book will be available in ebook and paperback format and comes with free resources such as lesson plans, activities, and worksheets. <br />
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Joy Hardin, a lifelong motorsports fan, is currently in the process of having her book published and is soliciting support through Kickstarter. All Kickstarter backers will receive various rewards in return for their support. Anyone who becomes a backer before September 15th will get exclusive rewards as well. Backers will have their name included in the book. Get shout outs, and even have the chance to name and help design a character for the Team ABC Racing series! <br />
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Lynn Wortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11014493071604066759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4811853329697892072.post-30442997140296073172019-09-03T12:00:00.000+01:002019-09-03T12:00:04.347+01:00Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Seduced by a Demon King (Eternal Mates Book 17) by Felicity Heaton @FelicityHeaton<strong></strong><br />
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New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is set to release book 17 in her epic Eternal Mates series on September 24th, and today we’re getting the first look at the cover of <b>Seduced by a Demon King</b>.<br />
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Delve back into this compulsive and addictive paranormal romance series and be ready to be seduced by powerful demon King Tegan as he wages the fight of his life to win the heart of enchanting fae, Suki, a sinfully tempting and down on her luck succubus.<br /><br />Plus, you can get <b>book one, Kissed by a Dark Prince</b>, for just 0.99 right now at your favourite retailers!<br /><br />Check out the cover and discover more about the book, including where you can pre-order and an awesome giveaway for books 1-7 of the series in audiobook!<br />
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Saddled with a crown he never wanted, King Tegan of the Second Realm of demons is a warrior born for war stuck ruling in a time of peace, bound by the pact that cost his brother his life. Chafed by the ties that have held him shackled to his throne for the last thousand years, Tegan plans an escape from his prison—one stolen night meant to give him a taste of freedom, but one that will lead him to the greatest battle of his life.<br /><br />A fight to claim the heart of a bewitching fae female who might be his fated mate.<br /><br />According to many in her clan, and the idiotic incubi who infest the fae town where she lives, Suki puts the suck in succubus. Down on her luck, and in danger of being kicked out of the family she loves, she’s determined to prove her worth by bagging and tagging a powerful male. When she sets eyes on a mysterious, panty-melting demon warrior in a nightclub, things finally seem to be going her way, but his shadowed aura and guardedness warns he won’t be an easy mark.<br /><br />Seducing him is going to be the fight of her life.<br /><br />When the battle is done, will the victor have the forever they want, or will this war cost them both everything?<br /><br /><b>Due for release on 24th September 2019</b><br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! All of them alpha as you would expect in paranormal romance, and every book with a guaranteed HAPPILY FOREVER AFTER!<br /><br />If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter, Larissa Ione, Kresley Cole, Donna Grant and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.<br /><br />If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling London Vampires series. Seven sexy and sinful Greek god brothers can be your new addiction in the Guardians of Hades series. Or how about four hot alpha shifter brothers in her Cougar Creek Mates series? Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the Eternal Mates series.<br /><br />If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new paranormal romance release, <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/avenged-by-an-angel-paranormal-romance-book.php">Avenged by an Angel</a>, the latest release in her popular <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/eternal-mates-paranormal-romance-series.php">Eternal Mates</a> world.<br /><br />There are now sixteen books in this series but don’t worry, you can dive right on in with <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/avenged-by-an-angel-paranormal-romance-book.php">Avenged by an Angel</a>, or start at the very beginning with <a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/kissed-by-a-dark-prince-paranormal-romance-novel.php">Kissed by a Dark Prince</a>, which is FREE at all retailers right now. Binge-read to your heart’s content! <br /><br /><b>If you love big worlds packed with detail and every paranormal species imaginable, together with hot alpha heroes and strong heroines bringing them to their knees, then this series is definitely for you. Plus, each book has a happily forever after and there are no cliff-hangers because there’s nothing worse than a cliff-hanger!</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /><b><a href="http://www.felicityheaton.com/avenged-by-an-angel-paranormal-romance-book.php">Avenged by an Angel (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 16)</a><br />by Felicity Heaton</b><br /><br />Duty should mean everything to the Fourth Commander of the Echelon angels. It did before he met her. Now, the only demon he wants to slay is the one that haunts the enchanting mortal huntress, and the temptation to hunt him in Hell, a realm that might kill him, is becoming impossible to resist.<br /><br />Held captive by a dragon shifter in Hell, Emelia survived a torment that changed her in ways she hates. She wants her strength back. Her life back. To do that, she needs closure. To get that, she might have to trust not only a man again, but an immortal.<br /><br />But when the price of vengeance is the soul of the angel bringing her back to life, will Emelia be willing to pay it?<br />
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To say he was buzzing as he waited for the petite mortal to speak would be the understatement of his long life.<br />Emelia was here, in his presence, more beautiful than he recalled. Fire had sparked in her emerald eyes from time to time when they had been talking. Talking. He knew the soft tones of her voice, the rolling way her words flowed, gaining strength at times and gentleness at others. He knew how emotions moved like tides within her, panic and fear at the helm one moment, and calm and resolve in command the next.<br />Her mood was as mercurial as his.<br />He hadn’t meant to scare her, and he definitely hadn’t handled her well so far. He had only meant to see her, to perhaps speak with her a little about everyday things, and now he was in danger of driving her away.<br />Fear still coloured those entrancing green eyes that were locked on him, and he would be a fool if he believed she had forgotten her desire to leave. She stood unmoving, a quiet strength to her as she assessed him, mulling over his offer, but he could read her. Part of her still wanted to flee back into the building where he couldn’t follow, not without stirring up the humans who lived in it again.<br />He didn’t want her to go, though.<br />There had to be something he could do to convince her to stay, to make her believe he had no intention of harming her.<br />He wasn’t sure what that was, though.<br />He had thought offering to track and slay the dragon for her would work, but now she looked even more as if she was considering walking away from him.<br />It had been a mistake to rush here to her, without taking a moment to plan. He had seen many people involved in relationships of every type, not just friendships or short-term partnerships. Angels indulged in more pleasurable forms of relationships, and some paired for life, as humans did. He had seen every kind of relationship in his years, but it hadn’t prepared him for handling Emelia.<br />He wasn’t sure what he was meant to do in this situation.<br />And damn, it was daunting.<br />He had expected to feel the same pressing need to fight when he had come to her, that same surge of rage and a hunger to hunt.<br />The moment he had heard her voice, a different sort of pressing need had filled him, and a wholly unexpected hunger had surged through him.<br />He should have left then.<br />But he had made his second mistake.<br />He had looked at her.<br />Her beauty hit him hard whenever he dared to glance at her, and it was difficult to take his eyes off her. The flawless cream of her skin against the rich brown of her hair. The elegant arch of her neck. The soft curve of her jaw. The delicate slope of her nose. The entrancing emerald of her large eyes.<br />The tempting soft pink of her full lips.<br />She fidgeted with the hem of her black T-shirt, her nerves clear.<br />His staring was unsettling her, but he couldn’t help himself.<br />His eyes didn’t want to leave her.<br />He wanted to drink his fill of her soft features, ached to drown in her eyes as she steadily held his gaze. His fingers twitched with a need to brush her damp hair back, to capture the band she had hastily tied it with and tug it free so he could tangle his fingers in her fall of dark hair.<br />He wasn’t sure what to do now, but he knew that wasn’t a wise move.<br />What was?<br />The bond that linked him to Emelia was fragile, and he could easily, accidentally, break it if he wasn’t careful. Just one misstep might be enough to end things before they ever really began, and part of him feared he had already made that wrong move.<br />He reined in his temper, clawing back calm, aware that the fear that gripped her now was his doing.<br />The air around them lightened, and as it did, he saw the fear in her eyes fading. A right move, then?<br />One that might bring him back to where he had been before he had let his anger get the better of him and pressed her too hard?<br />He hoped so.<br />He still wasn’t sure how to proceed, even if he was back to square one.<br />He was a warrior, a hunter. He didn’t know how to be gentle. He was governed by a darker set of instincts, and his temperament was hard to deal with at the best of times. At his worst, he was aware that he was a formidable male, one who might appear as a monster to the gentler sex.<br />Especially to a female like Emelia.<br />“What did you see?” She had barely spoken that question before she shook her head. “Don’t answer that. Maybe it’s better I don’t know. I don’t want to know.”<br />Mercurial female.<br />“Do you know where the dragon resides?” He wanted to move closer to her, but he didn’t dare risk it.<br />She tensed, her slender body going rigid, and looked away from him. “I don’t want to talk about it. I always have to talk about it, and I hate it.”<br />Understood. No talking about the dragon. Not yet anyway, not until she was more comfortable around him again.<br />“You saw it, though… didn’t you?” she whispered without looking at him.<br />“I did.” But he hadn’t seen it all.<br />Rage had been swift to claim him, and he had only seen part of what had happened to her. He wanted to know the rest. It plagued him as fiercely as the need to hunt the dragon.<br />“Is that a power all angels have?” She lowered her hands to her sides and he marvelled at how she visibly altered before his eyes, her nerves fading as she straightened and brought her gaze up to meet his.<br />“No. It is one of my gifts.” He had a few, not the most sought-after ones, but they had helped him in some tricky situations. Would they help him through this one?<br />He studied Emelia, charting the subtle changes in her body language and her emotions as she mulled over his answer. She seemed to grow stronger with each passing second, and he suspected it had to do with the fact she was shutting down her emotions. Fear. Nerves. Panic. It was all subsiding at a rapid rate as something else clicked into place.<br />He wanted to smile when it dawned on him.<br />The hunter in her.<br />Perhaps they weren’t so different after all.<br />The question was, was she using her duty as a hunter to merely learn more about him, or was learning about him an excuse to linger on the roof with him?<br />He wouldn’t deny her information either way. Her legion of mortals weren’t strong enough to detain him if he wanted to leave, and he wanted her to be more comfortable around him. If learning about him would grant her that comfort, would bring her closer to him, then he would answer any question she posed.<br />“One of the huntresses mentioned she had wanted to leave to find reinforcements… and then she had wanted to stay.” Emelia held his gaze, hers impassive as she studied him, but he could see beyond the veil to her rising nerves. Whatever she wanted to ask, it unsettled her for some reason. “Sable told me you can control weak-minded people—”<br />She cut herself off when he frowned at her.<br />Sable was more trouble than he had realised. She had been poisoning Emelia’s mind.<br />“I cannot manipulate you.” He barely dulled the sharp edge to his tone. “You are too strong.”<br />That seemed to relieve her.<br />A sharp sensation shot down his spine. Not now. He gritted his teeth and ignored the summons from his superiors. They could wait. He didn’t want to leave her.<br />“What’s wrong?” Her dark eyebrows knitted and he realised he wasn’t the only one who could see through someone to the real them.<br />She could read him too.<br />“A summons,” he muttered. “It can wait.”<br />She tilted her head back and her eyes traced across the night sky. “Won’t you get into trouble?”<br />Was she looking for Heaven? She wouldn’t find it there. As Hell was linked to this plane, so was his. It was above her world, but not. She had been to Hell, so he presumed she knew it was a different plane, another dimension in simple terms.<br />She lowered her gaze back to him. “You should go.”<br />He shrugged. “I do not want to.”<br />The corners of her lips curled, but the smile died before it could manifest. “You’ll get in trouble.”<br />He had the feeling he had been in trouble from the moment he had met her. “No worse than usual.”<br />He ignored so many summons that his superiors had once joked about fitting him with a GPS anklet because it appeared he kept getting lost and someone had to keep finding him.<br />“Go.” She looked ready to shove him.<br />He didn’t like that at all. Now she wanted him to leave? Had he outstayed his welcome or done something wrong? He really needed to read up on relationships, or at least on females. He was finding it hard to fathom what she wanted when she kept changing her mind.<br />“You were asking me questions, though.” And he had been enjoying it. “If I leave, will you permit me to return another day? I would speak with you again if you would allow it.”<br />She stifled a smile that was at odds with the nerves he felt rising inside her.<br />“You’re so formal…” A frown wrinkled her button nose. “What am I meant to call you? It’s weird I don’t know what to call you.”<br />Not really.<br />“You may call me Fourth Commander.”<br />She pulled a face at that and it was his turn to frown at her.<br />“I can’t call you a title. Is a title who you are?” She seemed to have forgotten the nerves he had stirred in her by asking to see her again, although he wasn’t sure he was glad of it, as she now appeared determined to make him question himself.<br />Was a title who he was? A title was enough for him. It was more than many angels bore.<br />“Everything has a name,” she said. “Hell, my childhood pets had names. I named the damned spiders in the garden too.”<br />“It is all I require,” he countered, his mood taking a dark turn as he considered what she had said.<br />She had given wild arachnids names and he didn’t have one to offer her. Did that mean she would see him as something less than a common garden spider?<br />“You really should have a name. It’s stupid… not having a name. Sable is right about that.” Her eyes lit up. “I could call you what Sable did, although I imagine you wouldn’t like it.”<br />He glared at her now. He remembered what the half-breed had called him.<br />Tall, Dark and Pompous.<br />“I would rather you did not.” He folded his arms across his chest and grimaced as the wound on his side pulled. She glanced down at the spot above his hip and looked as if she might ask about it, so he continued. “Do I really require a name? Is it not something you can overcome?”<br />She shook her head, his wound forgotten. “It’s just strange. Maybe I could grow used to it, if you insisted on having no name.”<br />Was she planning to see him enough to grow used to things about him?<br />Heat spread through him at the thought and he took it as a sign she did want to see him again, would allow him to visit her another time, and perhaps more than once. If he visited her enough, he might come to understand her, and she might open up enough to tell him more about the dragon.<br />Then he could hunt the bastard down and slay him.<br />“Your eyes are shifting again and it’s cold. I’d rather you kept your temper in check.” Her soft words tugged him back from his pleasant thoughts and he reined his mood in before it slipped beyond his control. Another frown put a furrow in her brow. “I don’t like it when you lose your temper. It’s cold and dark…”<br />He didn’t like the way she trailed off, or how she wrapped her arms around her waist to tightly hug herself as if she feared she was falling apart.<br />“I apologise.” He bowed his head.<br />“No problem, TeeDeePee.”<br />He arched an eyebrow at her. “TeeDeePee?”<br />“Short for Tall, Dark and Pompous.”<br />If she wanted him to keep his mood in check, she was going about it the wrong way.<br />“Fourth Commander,” he said.<br />“EffSee.” She pulled a face. “Echelon?”<br />She was determined to give him a name. It wasn’t going to happen.<br />He huffed. “Do you like your name? Do you feel it suits you?”<br />A little shrug. “I like it. Sometimes people can’t spell it. I can’t tell you how many Starbucks I’ve had where they’ve called me Amelia. Sometimes people try to shorten it.”<br />The flicker of disgust in her green eyes said that didn’t go down well with her.<br />“Shorten it?” He tried to think of ways to shorten her name, none of which he would tell her, because he was enjoying this easy banter.<br />She was slowly relaxing again and had forgotten he was meant to be leaving, both of which were good things.<br />She nodded. “Mostly to Em.”<br />“Em.” He liked that. It had a cute ring to it, the sort of name a lover might whisper in her ear.<br />The look in her eyes said she hated it, though.<br />He looked himself over, from his black leather shoes, up his trousers, to his turtleneck sweater.<br />What name would suit him?<br />He lifted his eyes to lock with hers and that heat flooded him again, stirring hungers best denied, ones that were new and startlingly powerful.<br />“Your eyes are shifting again,” she murmured, a little breathless, her voice softer than before, barely there as she stared deep into his eyes, as if he had cast a spell on her. “You look like a wolf.”<br />“I am an angel,” he countered, a little too deadpan judging by how the corners of her lips tilted in that teasing way he had never seen before tonight.<br />“I know that, but you keep looking at me like a predator.” Her voice dropped lower, but he still heard her. “As if you want to devour me.”<br />He did, but not in the way she meant it.<br />She took a step back and he barely stopped himself from moving one towards her. It was hard, but he let her distance herself and dragged his gaze away from her, fixing it back on the stars so he was no longer unsettling her. He needed to handle her carefully. Gently. How did one go about that?<br />“Why do you want to fight the dragon?” Her words drifted around him as he focused on the stars.<br />“I simply want justice served to him.” A lie.<br />“Other huntresses were taken… hurt worse than me. Some were killed. Do you want to avenge them too?”<br />He picked out one star and fixated on it. It was brighter than the others, flashed blue and gold. “After I have dealt with your dragon.”<br />“He isn’t my dragon,” she snapped and he had the feeling he had hit a raw nerve.<br />“My apologies,” he murmured, distracted by the star. Was it a binary? Two stars snared in an orbit that had them crossing paths at intervals. He knew how that felt now. How long would it be before he could cross paths with Emelia again?<br />The fire arcing down his spine said it might be a while if he didn’t return to his superiors soon to see what they wanted. He had been confined to Echelon headquarters for a lunar cycle once, his punishment for what they had termed his ‘disobedience’. That time, they hadn’t been joking.<br />A lunar cycle locked away from Emelia, only able to watch her from afar, would be torture now he knew the sound of her voice, the sweet scent of her perfume, and had been close to her.<br />“So you want to kill him just because he hurt a human?” Her voice gained strength and her mood shifted, darker emotions surfacing.<br />She didn’t believe him.<br />“I am an angel.” An excuse, and a good one as far as he could tell.<br />Mortals believed angels watched over them, protecting them from afar, and he was sure that by now, she knew that he was a demon hunter like her, tracked and killed any creature who was a danger to her kind.<br />It was possible she would believe him.<br />“I don’t buy it,” she bit out.<br />Perhaps not, then.<br />She moved a step closer and his senses lit up, that heat she caused inside him rising another ten degrees, until he was burning with a need to look at her again and see how near to him she was.<br />Until he was on fire with the hunger to reach out, slide his arm around her narrow waist, and draw her against him.<br />He forced his eyes to remain on the stars, because she could read him, and he didn’t want her to know the real reason he needed to kill the dragon.<br />He was unequipped to deal with her, uneducated in the ways of relationships, but he was old enough and wise enough to know that telling her he desired to slay the dragon because it had harmed her and that he would kill anyone who had done such a thing to her, including another angel, would only end with her leaving and never wanting to see him again.<br />Which was hardly surprising, but also unfair.<br />He wasn’t sure he had much control when it came to Emelia. The anger that had awoken in him when he had seen through her eyes the things the dragon had done to her, the torment she had suffered, was too powerful to wrestle into submission. He needed to do this for her, could only keep denying the deep and consuming hunger to hunt and destroy the dragon for so long before it devoured what little control he had and he found himself traversing the distance between this world and a place that was forbidden.<br />Hell.<br />He would go there, whether she wanted it or not. Whether he wanted it or not. He had to go. The dragon was there, and he wouldn’t be able to settle until he knew the male was dead and would never harm Emelia again.<br />All he could do was prepare himself for that day as best he could, and that meant learning as much as possible about the dragon, which meant convincing Emelia to confide in him and trust him to carry out this task for her.<br />“What do you think will happen if you kill Zephyr?” she husked in a tight voice, one that cracked on that bastard’s name.<br />Zephyr.<br />He had a lead at last, but at what cost?<br />Tears lined Emelia’s dark lashes and she turned her face away from him. Her shoulders shook as she closed her eyes, and he ached to reach for her, to lay his hand gently on her cheek and reassure her that whatever nightmare she had survived, it would never happen to her again.<br />
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