Review of A Clearing in the Forest

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Title: A Clearing in the Forest

 

Author: Kim Love Stump

 

Genre: YA Fantasy

 

Source: Review copy provided by YA Bound Book Tours

 

 

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Princess Adriana is about to leave the Kingdom of Ayrden on the Journey of her sixteenth year.

If she is ever to ascend to the throne, Adriana must go—alone and unarmed—into the unknown. She’s been trained and gifted for the journey, just like all the royals who preceded her—even the ones who never returned.

Adriana leaves Ayrden on her brother’s black stallion the day after her birthday celebration, with bravery in her heart and hopes for a quick return. When three paths emerge, one of grass, one of gold, and one of gemstones, she chooses the pragmatic path of grass. Although it seems safe, and the landscape familiar, she soon finds she will have to overcome nearly impossible challenges. Ultimately, an unexpected friendship not only changes Adriana, but the very kingdom she someday hopes to rule. The question is, will the friendship turn into everlasting love? 

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Book Blitz: Wicka by Christy Deveaux



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Coming up before you is an amazing Book Blitz of WICKA by Christy Deveaux. A paranormal YA which captivated me the moment I read its blurb. I cannot wait to share it with you. So here you go!!! 

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Review of A Transcedental Yogi Life

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Title: A Transcendental Yogi Life

 

Author: Sumit Singh

 

Source: Received Review Copy from the author

 

Pages: 56

PEEK-A-BOO:

Spirituality tackles the greatest mysteries in life, but is so hard to define. What does it mean to be spiritual? How do we access spirituality? What answers to life’s great questions can it give us? How do we answer: What is your purpose on earth? What is the word “God” mean? What is a yogi and do I want to be one?
A Transcendental Yogi Life, With Eternal Stories takes you on a deep journey into the life of the spiritual seekers called yogis that Is mystical in tone but practical in intent. You will explore the transcendent journey through accessible stories, in legend style, that will leave an impact on your heart on multiple levels. Through the vehicle of these stories, you will journey through the essential, eternal questions, finding your own answers as you walk the transcendent path.
Enlightened souls like Gautama Buddha, Shri Paramahamsa Yogananda, Shri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, Shri Ramana Maharishi, and Swami Vivekanand, among others, will be your trusted guides as you explore how they overcame the same day-to-day problems that we all face. Their wisdom will inform your own journey – to a glorious destination unlike any “home” you have ever known.
Come join these wise souls for a transformative journey you will never forget!

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Excerpt Reveal: The Debt by Karina Halle

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Presenting an Excerpt Reveal of this most engaging novel- The Debt. Written by Karina Halle, this book promises to be an enthralling experience. To know about it, read the Blurb and Excerpt given below. Don’t miss out the Book Cover! Continue reading “Excerpt Reveal: The Debt by Karina Halle”

Review of Frostbitten

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Title: Frostbitten

Author: Heather Beck

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Source: Copy provided by the author in exchange of honest review

 

 

 

 

 

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Great beauty hides dark secrets… 

Seventeen-year-old Anastasia Lockhart has never led an easy life, but when she starts getting into serious trouble, she’s sent to live with her grandparents in Cedar Falls. The small, picturesque town hasn’t changed since she visited four years ago, with one exception – the presence of a handsome, mysterious boy named Frost. Despite warnings from her grandparents and friends to stay away from Frost, Anastasia can’t deny their attraction, and the more time they spend together, the deeper in love they fall. Unfortunately, Frost has a secret that is beyond Anastasia’s wildest imagination, and she soon finds herself in the midst of a supernatural legend that has haunted Cedar Falls for years. 

Can Anastasia and Frost’s love really overcome anything, or are their fates much darker?

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Book Blitz: Sting by Sandra Brown



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I am so excited to share this release with you!!! It’s related to one of my favourite authors…SANDRA BROWN!!! She is bringing a scintillating Romantic Suspense for her readers this August. 

Take a look at the fantabulous blurb and excerpt from this book. I bet you will be left for wanting more…

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∞ ABOUT THE BOOK ∞

STING
Sandra Brown
Published by: Grand Central
Publication date: August 16th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

 

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When Shaw Kinnard encounters the incongruously elegant Jordie Bennet in a seen-better-days bayou bar, it’s not love at first sight. He’s there to kill her. Instead, he abducts her, eager to get hold of the $30 Million her brother has pocketed from his badly bent boss. Now they are on the run from said boss—and the FBI.

∞ EXCERPT ∞

CHAPTER 1

Three days earlier, Shaw had been sunning himself beside a sapphire-blue swimming pool, watching two topless girls cavort in the shallow end, catching a buzz from a tall, pastel drink from which a hibiscus blossom sprouted, enjoying the hedonistic lifestyle that could be bought with new money in Old Mexico.

He was a guest in a villa that sat on a cliff overlooking the Gulf. The white stucco structure sprawled atop a jungle-draped hillside that tumbled down onto the sandy shore. The palatial property belonged to the man Shaw would execute later that night.

STING-Teaser-5However, that afternoon as he’d watched the girls play and sipped the tropical cocktail, he didn’t know that yet.

After the swimming party, guests had been given time to retreat to their rooms and change into their casual chic before reconvening for an extended cocktail hour, followed by a four-course dinner served by a deferential, all-male staff who wore white cotton gloves on their hands and carried black pistols belted around their crisply starched uniforms. For dessert each guest was offered his choice of sweet confection, after-dinner cordial, controlled substance, and senorita.

While making his selections, Shaw’s cell phone vibrated. He excused himself to take the call and left the terrace for one of the open-air rooms that accessed it. The study was opulently furnished. Too opulently. It attested to the owner’s youthful flamboyance and poor judgement.

Shaw answered his phone with a laconic “Yeah?”

A gravelly voice said, “You know who this is?”

Mickey Bolden.

Shaw had spent months trying to win enough trust to be granted an interview with the hit man. He finally agreed to a meeting with Shaw, during which both were watchful and wary . . . of their surroundings, surely, but mostly of each other. In carefully coded language, Shaw had provided Mickey with his résumé and the extent of his experience in their unique field of endeavor.

Something, maybe his subtlety and disinclination to boast, had convinced Mickey that he was competent. At the conclusion of their coffee date, Mickey said he would been in touch should the need for Shaw’s services ever arise. That had been six months ago. Shaw had almost given up hope of hearing from him.

“You still want a job?”

Shaw glanced out onto the terrace where the dessert course had deteriorated into a full-fledged orgy. “One-man show?”

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“Must be a special gig.”

“You want it or not?”

“What’s the split?”

“Fifty-fifty.”

You couldn’t get more fair than that. “When do you need me?”

“Thursday.”

That had been Tuesday evening, leaving Shaw very little time to wrap up his job there and get to New Orleans by the appointed time.

He’d had a hundred more questions for Mickey Bolden, but, the opportunity being too good to pass up, and figuring he would get the details of the contract soon enough, he’d put his curiosity on hold and told the man that he could count on him.

It had required some deft maneuvering and tortuous travel, but he’d finished his business in Mexico that night and managed to reach Louisiana with time to spare. He and Mickey had rendezvoused yesterday and then had driven together to the township of Tobias this morning.

They’d spent the day reconnoitering and developing a strategy for how best to go about killing Jordan Elaine Bennett, owner of Extravaganza, a much-sought-after event planning business in New Orleans. She was sister to and only living relative of Joshua Raymond Bennett, a much-sought-after crook.

He and Mickey had followed Jordie Bennett around town as she ran mundane errands. At a little after six p.m. this evening she’d returned home. They’d waited three hours, but she didn’t reappear. Believing their target had settled in to spend a quiet Friday night at home, he and Mickey had gone to a local diner for dinner. Over tough steaks and greasy fries, Mickey outlined a plan of attack.

Shaw had expressed surprise when Mickey had identified their target the day before. Now he questioned the expediency of the hit. “Why tomorrow?”

“Why not?”

“Seems rushed. I figured we’d watch her for a few more days, get a better feel for her routine, then pick the best place and time.”

“Panella picked our time,” Mickey said as he sawed into his T-bone. “And the customer is always right. He wants it done tomorrow, we do it tomorrow.”

“He’s under a deadline?”

“Looks like.”

Following dinner, they’d decided to wash down the bad food with a drink before making the hour drive back to New Orleans. This bar had been recommended by the diner’s busboy, whose standards obviously weren’t very high.

However, it had suited their purposes, because in no-name places like this everyone kept his head down.

Jordie Bennett sure as hell did. As Shaw continued walking along the bar toward her, she was concentrating hard on her glass of wine as though waiting for it to ferment some more. When he reached the end of the bar, he didn’t break stride, but walking right past her, he caught a whiff of expensive perfume. A spicy scent. Something exotic and elusive that would make a man want to conduct a sniffing search for its source along all sixty-six inches of her.

He didn’t stop till he reached the listing Wurlitzer against the wall. Standing in the multicolored glow of its bubbling tubes, he propped his forearm on the arced top. The stance put his body at a slight angle so that while he flipped through the song selection cards pretending interest, he could use his peripheral vision to keep an eye on Jordie.

She took a sip of wine with lips straight out of a dirty dream, then lowered the glass to the bar and left her hand resting there. Long slender fingers. No rings. Nail polish so pale Shaw wondered why she’d bothered to spend an hour in the salon that afternoon. Her wristwatch was a basic tank style with a no-nonsense brown alligator strap, more practical than pretty, but you could probably buy a good used car with what she’d paid for it.

A satin bra strap showed in the sleeveless armhole of her simple white top, and, with the slightest motion of her head, it was brushed by long strands of mahogany-colored hair that looked even more satiny. Her sandals were high-heeled and her jeans tight. Perched on the bar stool, her ass looked real sweet.

He wasn’t the only man in the place to have noticed. A guy, younger than her by at least a decade, younger than Shaw by twice that, was being egged on by his pool-playing buddies. Fueled by whiskey and goaded by guffaws, he sauntered over to the empty stool beside hers.

“You mind?”

Her small red handbag, no larger than a letter envelope, was lying on the bar, a silver chain snaking from it. She scooted it closer to her, granting the yokel permission to claim the stool.

Maybe Mickey was right, and she was cruising. But she hadn’t looked at the would-be Romeo with either recognition or encouragement, and Shaw wouldn’t place odds on him succeeding at anything except to annoy her.

Shaw looked toward Mickey to see if he’d observed that she now had company. He had. His porcine face had turned red and sweaty. He was talking on his cell phone. Shaw didn’t have to wonder who was on the other end of that call. No doubt Mickey was consulting with their retainer about how they should proceed now that Ms. Bennett’s surprise appearance had thrown a wrench into the plan.

on-sting2Shaw returned his attention to the progression of the romance. As expected, Jordie Bennett was replying to the guy’s slurred come-ons with increasing impatience. He was young and drunk and out to prove his appeal to the fairer sex, but couldn’t he see that he was way out of his league? Not that Shaw faulted the fool for taking a stab at it. Shag her, have bragging rights for life.

Coming from his blind side, a hand landed heavily on Shaw’s shoulder. Automatically he reached toward his pistol.

“Relax,” Mickey growled, “it’s me.” He pointed to the song list. “They got any Merle Haggard?”

Shaw flipped back through a few of the song menu cards. “Who were you talking to on the phone?”

“Who you think?”

“What did he say?”

“Dropped a load of F bombs, then said this dive was getting crowded and we should split. Like now.” He subtly tilted his head toward the scene being acted out behind him. The drunk was leaning toward Jordie Bennett at such a steep angle, he was barely maintaining his balance on the bar stool. “What’re they doing now? What about him? You see anything that should have us worried?”

Shaw watched the couple for several moments longer, then shook his head. “He only wants in her pants.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” Mickey turned away from the jukebox and led the way to the exit.

Shaw fell into step behind him. He resisted the temptation to take one last look at Jordie Bennett.

As soon as he and Mickey cleared the door, he sucked in a deep breath to try and ease the tension between his shoulder blades and to clear his head of bar fug.

But the outside air was hot and humid, only a little fresher than that inside the bar. His shoulders remained tense as he followed Mickey to their car. They’d left it at the far edge of the parking lot, which was only a fan-shaped patch of crushed oyster shells in front of the tavern.

Mickey wedged himself into the passenger seat. As subordinate partner on this job, it fell to Shaw to drive. Which was okay by him. He hated riding shotgun. If and when a situation went tits-up, he liked having control of the vehicle.

He put the key in the ignition, but Mickey said, “Hold on. We’re not going anywhere yet.”

Shaw’s heart bumped. “Why not?”

“We’re doing it here.”

Shaw just looked at him, then, “You joking?”

“No. Panella said there’s no time like the present.”

“Hell, there isn’t,” Shaw hissed, gesturing back toward the bar. “We were seen in there.”

“Which is another reason why Panella said to go ahead.”

“That doesn’t makes sense.”

“Makes perfect sense.”

“Only if you want to get caught. Speaking for myself, I don’t.”

“So then don’t get caught.” Mickey grunted with the effort of extracting his pistol from the holster lodged between the folds of his belly. “Panella advises against it, too.”

“Easy for him to say. It’s not his ass that’s exposed, is it?”

Mickey gave him a sidelong glance. “First time out and you’re going soft on me.”

“Not soft, old man. Sensible. I don’t see why the fucking hurry.”

“I explained that.”

“Yeah, but tomorrow would be soon enough.”

“Not anymore. Panella has changed his mind. Small town like this, where everybody knows everybody? Word gets around quick that there’s two ‘strangers’ in town.”

“Okay. So we wait to do it till she goes back to New Orleans.”

“That could be days. She doesn’t go into the city on a regular basis. Works out of her house here a lot. Anyhow, it’s not our decision to make. Panella says get her done, especially now that we happened to be caught under the same roof as the target.”

Shaw understood the reasoning, but he still didn’t like it. Not at all.

Mickey kept talking. “Like you, Panella is scared that maybe her showing up here tonight isn’t a coincidence.”

“That’s what I said, but I was only mouthing off. Her coming here has gotta be a fluke. There’s no way she could know about us.”

“Well, whatever, Panella said to do it now, so . . . ” For punctuation, Mickey used the slide of his 9mm to chamber a bullet.

Shaw realized two things: His vote didn’t count, and further argument was pointless. “Shit.” He pulled his pistol from its holster and glanced back toward the door with the crackling neon sign above it. “So how do you want to do it?”

“We wait here till she comes out. If the redneck asshole leaves with her, you pop him. I’ll take care of her.”

“If she comes out alone?”

“I’ll do the honors,” Mickey said as he worked his hands into latex gloves. He passed a pair to Shaw. “You take her purse. Panella says to make it look like a robbery gone bad. A random crime.”

“With no connection to either him or her brother.”

“With no connection to anything.”

Shaw scoffed. “Like anybody will believe that.”

Mickey chuckled. “Not your problem who believes what. You’ll be far and away, enjoying your half of two hundred grand.”STING-Teaser-4

“That’ll buy a nice boat.”

“That’ll buy nice pussy.”

“Your mind’s in the gutter, Mickey.”

He chuckled again. “Where it feels right at home.”

Noticing motion from the corner of his eye, Shaw took another look through the rear window. “Here she comes.”

“By herself ?”

Shaw waited to answer until the door had closed behind Jordie Bennett and no one followed her out. “Yep.”

Since the building didn’t have any exterior lighting, the parking lot was almost in complete darkness. A pale, slender moon was obscured by the moss-bearded branches of an oak that extended across three-quarters of the lot. There were no approaching headlights from either direction of the narrow state road.

Seizing the opportunity, Mickey opened his car door and got out, moving with more alacrity than Shaw would have thought him capable of. The fat man was jazzed. Mickey Bolden relished his line of work.

But so did Shaw. The tequila shots hadn’t given him near the rush that straight-up adrenaline did now.

STING-teaser-7Being as light-footed as possible, they followed Jordie Bennett as she wended her way through the parking lot. It was jammed with dented pickup trucks and salt-water-corroded heaps. Her recent model sedan was a shiny, sleek standout. She used a key fob to unlock the driver’s door.

Shaw captured another drift of that seductive fragrance as she suddenly did an about-face.

Apparently his and Mickey’s footfalls on the crushed shells hadn’t been as light as they’d thought. Or maybe animal instinct had alerted her to mortal danger. In any case, when she saw them rushing toward her, her lips parted on a quick inhale, her eyes went wide with alarm.

As Mickey swiftly closed the distance between them, his right hand snapped up from his side with precision and deadly purpose.

The sound suppressor on the pistol muffled the shot, but in the surrounding stillness, the spitting noise seemed as loud to Shaw’s ears as a fire alarm.

Mickey dropped like a sack of cement, his ravaged head hemorrhaging a red tide over the crushed shells.

Jordie Bennett watched in horror as a stream of blood funneled toward her sandals. Then she looked up at Shaw, who still held his pistol shoulder high and extended toward her. He said, “My half just doubled.”

∞ THE AUTHOR ∞

Sandra Brown is the author of more than sixty New York Times bestsellers, including DEADLINE(2013), LOW PRESSURE (2012), LETHAL (2011), TOUGH CUSTOMER (2010), SMASH CUT (2009), SMOKE SCREEN (2008), PLAY DIRTY (2007), RICOCHET (2006), CHILL FACTOR (2005), WHITE HOT (2004), & HELLO, DARKNESS (2003).

Brown began her writing career in 1981 and since then has published over seventy novels, bringing the number of copies of her books in print worldwide to upwards of eighty million. Her work has been translated into over thirty languages.

A lifelong Texan, Sandra Brown was born in Waco, grew up in Fort Worth and attended Texas Christian University, majoring in English. Before embarking on her writing career, she worked as a model at the Dallas Apparel Mart, and in television, including weathercasting for WFAA-TV in Dallas, and feature reporting on the nationally syndicated program “PM Magazine.”

In 2009 Brown detoured from her thrillers to write, Rainwater, a much acclaimed, powerfully moving story about honor and sacrifice during the Great Depression.

Brown recently was given an honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters from Texas Christian University. She was named Thriller Master for 2008, the top award given by the International Thriller Writer’s Association. Other awards and commendations include the 2007 Texas Medal of Arts Award for Literature and the Romance Writers of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award.

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Review of Spell Breaker

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Title: Spell Breaker

Author: Joni Parker

Series: The Chronicles of Eledon

Genre: YA Fantasy

Source: Review copy provided by Enchanted Book Promotions

 

 

PEEK-A-BOO:

After a thousand years, Lady Alexin (Alex) Dumwalt breaks the spell around Seaward Isle, a ring of storms so powerful no one could leave the island. She joins the exodus of Elves, Dwarves, and mortals to Eledon, the World of the Elves on the other side of the entry point. But Alex faces a difficult decision. Her Water Elf grandmother expects her to stay in Eledon, but Alex was born and raised as a mortal. Her mixed blood, Elf and mortal, means that she must choose between staying in Eledon or following the other mortals who will soon leave for the mortal world through a special entry point created for them. What will she do?

MY TAKE ON SPELL BREAKER:

General Overview:

A crisp, clean, straight-forward story; a rich, strong plot; a mind-blowing concept on the lines of parallel worlds; a head-strong protagonist – gave me one of the most fascinating read which I enjoyed thoroughly. My expectations, after seeing the cover of the book, weren’t too high. So, I was taken by a pleasant surprise when the story bound me with its twists and turns till the very end.

Plot:

For me the plot was the most impressive. The story is based in a world which, I believe, is on a parallel dimension. The island where the protagonist lives has been surrounded by storm for a thousand years. People living on the Earth are thrown on this island, by the storm. Interestingly most of these come from different time frames. Once landed, they cannot go back. Those who try are killed by the storm barrier.

Alexin breaks the spell, thus helping the residents of the island to leave it and journey towards Eledon – the kingdom of elves. Reaching there, Alex gets involved in series of missions. As she goes through her life in Eledon, she finds herself in dilemma – to remain in the world of elves or return to the mortal world.

Cast:

Characters drawn were appropriate to the story. The supporting casts were drawn with an objective of helping the protagonist in her adventures. Even though they had short roles to play, the characters were quite likable.

However, on the whole, I felt that the main character wasn’t given much depth. As a reader, I felt that it would have been better if I could know more of her emotions and thoughts.

But even with this wishful thinking, I do understand the reason behind not doing so. Firstly, the point of view in which the whole book was written prevented in providing details of what could be going in the character’s mind. Secondly, the author had casted Alex as a soldier.  Displaying emotions on her face or delving too much in one’s thoughts doesn’t work as a personality trait for a good soldier . Alex was trained to do the task, not question it or ponder over it.

Pros:

Throughout the story the focus was on the protagonist. The story just evolved around her. It was completely about her actions, consequences of her actions, her situation, and her missions. Except few, most of the scenes were related to Alex even if she wasn’t present in them. It felt different because as a reader, I couldn’t form opinions about any other character. Believe me, I totally liked this aspect for a change. Alex was actually the soul of the book.

The story-line was very eventful. Events occurring in the book were quite compelling. In the whole book, there were series of continuous events. Alex comes from one mission and immediately she is assigned another. Sometimes she has to travel, sometimes she has to track – I mean she was on the move regularly. It was so exciting for me as a reader. 

The world-building was simple but distinct. Small but unique elements like magical entry-points, people belonging to different time frames, satellite signals, use of electronic devices in the fantasy world bewitched me completely.

The choice made by Alex and the place where she eventually lands couldn’t have been better. The ending was absolute.

Cons:

As such there was nothing which I can majorly talk about as a shortcoming except one small part. I couldn’t apprehend the stand taken by the mortals living in Seaward Isle at the end of the book. That particular issue was dealt in a vague manner leaving me confused.

MY RATINGS:

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One who loves to read unique, simple tales with quirky little pieces – go for this book

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THE AUTHOR:

Joni was born in Chicago, but graduated high school in Arizona, joined the Navy for three years, and completed her bachelor’s and master’s degree at the University of West Florida in Pensacola, Florida. She returned to the Navy and retired in 1998 with 22 years of active duty service. After her husband passed away, she went back to work for seven years and retired for a second time. She now lives in Tucson, Arizona.

Release Blitz: The Matchmaker’s Replacement by Rachel Van Dyken

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Bringing for you a brand new release blitz of ‘The Matchmaker’s Replacement’ by none other than Rachel Van Dyken. It will be hard to resist grabbing a copy once you go through the Teasers, Excerpt and Blurb. As if these are not enough, there is an absolute new feature of Kindle for this novel whose link is given just before the excerpt… So just scroll over and enjoy.

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∞ ABOUT THE BOOK 

THE MATCHMAKER’S REPLACEMENT

Wingman Inc. Book 2

By Rachel Van Dyken

Publisher: Skyscape

Publication Date: July 26, 2016

∞ BLURB ∞

Wingman rule number two: never reveal how much you want them.

Lex hates Gabi. Gabi hates Lex. But, hey, at least the hate is mutual, right? All Lex has to do is survive the next few weeks training Gabi in all the ways of Wingmen Inc. and then he can be done with her. But now that they have to work together, the sexual tension and fighting is off the charts. He isn’t sure if he wants to strangle her or throw her against the nearest sturdy table and have his way with her.

But Gabi has a secret, something she’s keeping from not just her best friend but her nemesis too. Lines are blurred as Lex becomes less the villain she’s always painted him to be…and starts turning into something more. Gabi has always hated the way she’s been just a little bit attracted to him—no computer-science major should have that nice of a body or look that good in glasses—but “Lex Luthor” is an evil womanizer. He’s dangerous. Gabi should stay far, far away.

Then again, she’s always wanted a little danger.

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“So,” a familiar voice said above the music. “New job?”
Damn it! “I didn’t even say your name three times!” I whined, turning around to face Lex. He was wearing a tight vintage black T-shirt with low-slung jeans on his hips and the ever-present sex-oozing smile.
“Three times?” He smiled wider. “You said my name three times out loud? Is it your new curse word? You know, like ‘Oh, Lex! Good Lex! Mighty Lex . . .’” His eyebrows drew together. “Somehow all of those sound like very familiar noises women make in my presence.”
“Die, Lex,” I said in an annoyed tone. “How about that one?”
“That’s new.” He snapped his fingers. “But it’s growing on me. Maybe it’s the way you say it, like you want me to die in your arms all Romeo and Juliet style . . .”
“Wow, ten at night and you’re already wasted.” I slapped him on the shoulder. “Take a cab.” I tried to move past him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, pressing us together. Whether it was on purpose or not I wasn’t sure, but he was warm.
And he felt . . . safe, familiar. My body was playing tricks on me; it was because I was vulnerable.
Like that night when . . .
I locked down my memories, especially that one, and threw away the key. “Lex, what do you want?”
“You,” he said in a serious tone. “Now get up on stage and take off your clothes. I paid for a show.”
I rolled my eyes. “Waitress, Lex. You’ll have to call one of the many numbers on your phone to get a free lap dance.”

“What if I pay?” His breath tickled my ear as my eyes burned with unshed tears. Normally, I wouldn’t let what he did affect me. Normally, I brushed him off, but my armor had already been stripped. Call it exhaustion or maybe just the last remnants of pride I had toppling to the floor.
But I couldn’t hold them in any longer.
One tear fell.
Then another.
I tried to wipe them, tried to jerk free from Lex’s strong arms, but he turned me so abruptly that all I managed to do was soak the front of his shirt with my tears and smear it with mascara.
“Gabs?” His voice rasped as he hugged me tighter. “Come on, we’re going.”
“No.” Panic surged through me as I tried to pull away. “You don’t understand!” I’d given the last of my paychecks to my mom so she could pay the bills at the house, leaving me completely broke for this week’s rent check. I was hoping to make enough money in tips for the rent.
Lex’s eyes crinkled at the sides as he took one look at me and the rest of the seedy bar. I knew what he saw: girls dancing on poles, guys getting drunk and shouting at the girls while they threw dollar bills onto the stage, and a scared, stupid girl clinging to him like her lifeline.
Finally, he released me. “Gabs, I’m sorry, I was joking. We always—” He licked his lips and glanced down at the filthy floor, cursing. “Where’s the money going?”
“Money?”
“New girl!” Dean, my boss, never called me by name, the idiot. “You working or flirting? If he wants time with you, he’s gotta pay.”
“Still a waitress?” Lex’s eyebrows shot up.
I held up my fingers to indicate I needed a few more seconds, but Dean was apparently in a mood and stomped over to us.
“Problem?” he asked, crossing his arms over his skinny chest. The guy was small; Lex could probably break his face blindfolded.
“Yeah,” Lex said, surprising me. “Your waitress just refused to dance with me because you guys are out of private rooms . . . so.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “You her boyfriend?”
“Do I look like a man who wants to commit to crazy?” Lex fired back. “But I do have this . . .” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like at least six hundred dollars in cash. “How long will that get me with your waitress?”
Dean’s eyebrows kissed his hairline as he sputtered out, “At least three hours.”
“I’ll add in another six hundred if I can have table service and a private room, no interruptions.”
“Done.” Dean snapped his fingers above his head as one of his security guards came barreling over. “Please take them to the Diamond Room, no interruptions. Stand outside the door. One waitress goes in and out to provide drinks.”
The security guard nodded.
And five minutes later I was stuck in a personal nightmare. A bottle of champagne rested on ice; two glasses were left on the table. Music pumped through the speaker system. A small stage was set up in the middle of the room, with two poles and some sort of swing that dropped down from the ceiling. I seriously didn’t even want to know what it was for.
“That will be all,” Lex said in a gruff tone. The waitress—I think her name was Holly—bobbed her head, then looked at me out of the corners of her eyes as if scared to leave me alone with the giant.
“It’s fine.” I waved her off and forced a smile.
The door closed.
“Stop pacing.” Lex grabbed a bottle of champagne. “And that ass better give you part of that money . . .”
“Huh?” I turned. Lex had his feet up on the table and was texting. TEXTING!
He glanced up. “What? Something wrong?”
“Uh . . .” I lifted my arms into the air. “You sick bastard, you just paid for private dancing! From me!”
“No I didn’t,” he said calmly. “Nobody knows what goes on in here. Take a nap for all I care, drink some champagne—or you can shock the hell out of me and cry again, but fair warning, I only had one hug in me tonight and you stole it, so . . . I’ll be reverting to the back pat.”
“Who are you?”
“Lex Luthor, philanthropist by day and rescuer of hot waitresses by night.” He smirked and held up the bottle. “Champagne?”
“Unbelievable.” I choked out a laugh. “You just paid over one grand to sit in a crappy club and drink champagne with someone you hate.”
“It’s my good deed for the decade. Just don’t tell Ian. He’ll think I’m sick or something, and the last thing I need is Mother Hen helicoptering around my inner sanctum. He’ll get pissed all over again if he finds out that I’m hacking.”
My skin felt sticky and sweaty, and my feet ached. With slow movements, I made my way over to the couch and sat, not even wanting to know how many germs were on the leather.
“So,” Lex said above the music. “Champagne? Or want me to order you something else?”
“Champagne’s good.” I swallowed and looked down at my hands. “I’m sorry I cried.”
“As you should be. Big girls don’t cry . . . they kick ass. Don’t freak me out like that again, it’s not good for my heart.”
“Finally admitting you have one?”
Lex spread his arms wide. “Clearly, otherwise you’d still be waiting tables.”
“Or dancing,” I muttered.
“Hah.” Lex laughed, actually laughed as if it was funny. “No offense, Gabs, but you’re not like those girls on stage. You can’t . . . you just can’t.”
“I can’t?” Why the hell was I getting offended? “What do you mean I can’t?”
Lex laughed harder. “Gabs, look, there’s nothing wrong with being innocent. Lots of guys dig a girl who has fields that have never been touched, watered, planted, plowed—”
I held up my hand. “I get it.”
“But those types of girls, the good girls, the ones who’ve never been . . .” He smirked. “Conquered? They don’t typically know how to use their bodies in a way that mimics sex on stage. Get it?”
“No.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t get it! Dancing is dancing! A two-year-old can do it!”
“Bad example, bad mental picture all around, Gabs, again solidifying my point. Good girls don’t dance, not like that.” When I didn’t say anything, he added, “Embrace your goodness, don’t get pissed. It’s a compliment.”
“The hell it is!”
“Damn, I love it when you swear,” Lex murmured, taking a long draw of champagne. “See, at least you do that right.”
“I can’t last in here for three hours,” I muttered, jumping to my feet and starting my pacing all over again.

“Want to play games on my cell phone?”
“Like a child!” I blurted. “That’s it! You’re treating me like I’m . . . a toddler! Like I should be thankful you just saved me from hell. Be honest: if you had a sticker and a sucker, would you give them to me if I shut my mouth the entire time?”
Lex gave me a guilty look.
“I’m a woman!”
“Well, if you were a dude, we’d be having a different conversation and you probably would have punched the guys grabbing your ass earlier . . .”
Without thinking, I grabbed my glass of champagne, chugged it, poured another, chugged that one, then with shaky hands grabbed the little remote, turned up the music, and jumped on stage.
I expected Lex to say something inappropriate or at least roll his eyes. Instead, he looked . . . panicked.
“Gabs!” he yelled above the music. “Look, I’m sorry! Just get down!!”
“Oh, I’ll get down!” I grabbed the pole with one hand and leaned back. “Just wait.”

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Review of Demons

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Title: Demons

Author: Ednah Walters

Series: Eirik

Genre: YA Fantasy

Source: NetGalley

 

 

 

PEEK-A-BOO:

Eirik Baldurson—son of Baldur, God of Light—failed living as a Mortal. He lost the girl of his dreams and nearly got his friends killed. Now, he’s gone to the underworld to meet the mother he’s never known. Torn between his duty to her and the man he used to be, Eirik struggles to find himself, until a witch appears in his world. Feisty and stubborn, she is a reminder of everything good he left behind.

Celestia Devereaux proudly attends a charter high school for “gifted” teenagers who embrace magic. Witches. However, she keeps a terrible secret—a prediction that she would one day be responsible for massive destruction and death. Though Celestia uses her clairvoyant abilities to help people, she worries that it is just a matter of time before she goes over to the dark side.

Her world changes when she unexpectedly astral projects to a place she didn’t believe existed and meets a tortured man who needs her help. Will helping him cause her fears to come true, or will he sacrifice everything to save her?

MY TAKE ON DEMONS:

General Overview:

A tad bit of witchiness, a nip of spunkiness, a smack of godliness with a dragonish hint and whole lot of Norse mythology gives you an irresistible tale – DEMONS. A fascinating tale which is hard to put down before it ends. Though one needs to surely revise their mythology chapters, but it’s worth it.

Plot:

The story starts with the return of Eirik to his home realm which is Hel. In the process of knowing himself and embracing his godly-powers as well as his parents, he comes across a feisty witch- Celestia. Celestia is a strong witch as per her age, hiding a secret of her own- which she is afraid of. She finds herself trapped in this realm, unable to go back. While clinging and pining for his past Eirik tries to explore his future possibilities. Believing that she was thrown into this world to help Eirik, Celestia is in for a shock when she finds that she was just being used as a pawn.

Cast:

All the casts were characterized beautifully. You can relate to them easily. Every character was strategically placed in the story. They do not overshadow each other thereby making a smooth story-line.

Among all the characters, Hel was the most impressive. Her character was beautifully drawn- an awesome mix of good and bad. One could observe a clash between her aim and method to achieve it. Her methods initially proved harsh but her purpose to do so was only to make her son invincible.  She was like a shell – hard on the outside but soft inside. As a mother who couldn’t enjoy motherhood – she was confused how to deal with her child. All praises to the author for sketching this character.

Pros:

The story was very lively. From the very beginning, there were series of events which captured the interest of the reader. The story was easy to understand and quite intriguing. I loved the suspense revealed at the end. Didn’t really see that coming!

There were some very cute moments between Eirik and Celestia. Author has entwined those moments wonderfully throughout the story- a moment here, a moment there. The chemistry between Eirik and Celestia, and the struggle to control their attraction could be easily sensed. It certainly had its own charm.

The language was descriptive and smooth. The world-building was immaculate. The dialogues between the characters were witty at times.

The book ran at an adequate pace which made the reading all the more pleasant. Not forgetting the Norse Mythology of giants, grimnirs, gods and valkyries – it adds to the whole out-of-world ambience of this book.

Cons:

Though it is the first book in this series, it was related to the story-lines of other series from the same author. I do understand that the character Eirik was from those previous series, but if there is whole new series [even if it is a companion novel] being brought out, shouldn’t the story start afresh. I mean, Eirik remembered his past every now and then but, being just a reader of only this series, I found myself clueless.

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CONCLUSION:

If you are interested in Norse mythology, rebellion, budding romance and an awesome plot with a twist – just go for the book. I am definitely going to read all the books of this series and others related. The author has clearly left her mark 🙂

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THE AUTHOR:

Author Ednah Walters writes about flawed heroes and the women who love them. From her international bestselling Runes series (which focuses on Norse mythology and legends) to her Guardian Legacy series (which focuses on the Nephilim, children of the fallen angels. Whether she’s writing about Valkyries, Norns, and Grimnirs, or Guardians, demons, and Archangels, love, family, and friendship play crucial roles in all her books When not writing YA and NA books, she writes contemporary romance under the pseudonym E. B. Walters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Review of Dragon Called

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Title: Dragon Called

Author: Melissa Christopherson

Series: The Remnants of the Past

Genre: YA Fantasy

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PEEK-A-BOO:

Liliana’s life is perfectly normal. A young woman who has grown up in the kingdom of Kalvia, she knows all too well the importance of secrets. As a member of nobility, she is even expected to have a few of her own!

When her parents take her to a ball, Liliana expects her life to go on as normal after it’s conclusion. Instead, she finds herself swept into a betrothal with a man whom all of the whisperers say is crazy.

As the evidence builds up, Liliana must make the choice to stay in a nation where secrets are the currency…or step out of her human-ruled kingdom into a world so much bigger than she ever imagined.

MY TAKE ON DRAGON CALLED:

General Overview:

The book is a one time read. The plot was very good but the story couldn’t engage me. When I had done the excerpt reveal of the book, I was very eager to read the book. Although the book took off with a good start, it was saddening that it couldn’t grip me throughout. The story was quite eventful but I felt that it could have been dealt at a much higher level- with more thrills and excitement involved in it.

Plot:

The story begins when King Rannak, who is rumored to be insane, chooses Lilliana as his betrothed. With her failed attempt to escape, she is thrown into a prison where she encounters a dragon. While interacting with the mystical being, she comes to know about the Immortals. As she is rescued from her ill-fate, she is given shelter in their kingdom. With a whirlwind of events occurring around her, Lilliana learns about her true identity. Blown into a world of magic, she finds herself walking on a path to oppose King Rannak before his blood thirst takes the lives of all those whom she holds dear.

Cast:

The characters were well developed. Every character had a purpose and importance in the story. However, there were many things, about the characters, which were not known about. Here, I will mention the two main ones to specify my point.

King Rannak was a fearful character. Author has done a great job in presenting him as an insane tyrant. His thoughts and actions really made you think about his extreme level of madness. But I desperately wanted to know more about his background; about the reason why he was so adamant on marrying Lilliana only.

Lilliana was a budding character. We can see her develop within the book. However, I wasn’t satisfied with the incidents in her development. For instance, there was no mention of her first transformation into a dragon. Even on the emotional front, I would have preferred to read more about her feelings for the loss of her dear ones.

Pros:

The best part of this story was that the mystical beings and humans were shown at the same level. Humans were not ruled over by these magical cretures, as is found in most of the plot-lines.

The beginning was very captivating. There were opening of many events which kept me curious about the whole story. King Rannak’s actions in the starting chapters did promise an incredible tale.

I liked the simplicity in scene descriptions. They were done in an easy language which helped the reader to visualize them clearly.

Cons:

There were several threads left open even after the book ended. So many questions unanswered gave a feeling of frustration. For instance- I wanted to know what was the motive behind Lady Jenine’s act? How did Neal get imprisoned even when he was having magic? What happened to Neal when he was imprisoned? How did Therim meet rebel leader? and many more…

The self-discovery of Lilliana as a dragon was very abrupt… She was discovering this new world and the changes within herself for the first time. It couldn’t be easy for her. I felt the need to know about her thoughts when she changed into a dragon for the first time; when she learned to fly for the first time.

Lilliana’s instant change of heart was also dealt in a very superficial manner. How is it possible to just close the chapter of one’s romantic inclination without any emotional turmoil. You cannot turn off your feelings just like that. I felt that this particular episode required a little more detailing.

Appearance of Therim and his sudden dominance in the story confused me. Nothing was told about him, till the end. Yet he was everywhere in the second-half of the book. His background, his position, what happened to him at the end- nothing was revealed.

The anticipated battle was over before it started. If I am not wrong the whole war, which was being prepared for from months, got over within a day. It looked more like a hasty wrap-up. I would have gladly welcomed more discussion on the war.

MY RATINGS:

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CONCLUSION:

I would recommend it as One-Time-Read.

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