Month: December 2016

Free Read 12/28 – 12/30!

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A Refreshing Romantic Reflection

This was not the book I thought it would be, which is a good thing. I don’t want to give away the entire plot here, but it isn’t the simple romance it appears, it is a thoughtful reflection on love, what is perceived as love, and what is needed to make a relationship work. Author Janice Ross does a great job bringing the reader in and making the characters real.


Book Description:

When the “perfect man” is the “wrong man”, heartbreak is inevitable!

This little story is a powerful story about a young woman who falls in love when she should’ve been standing in love. Leah Daniels meets the perfect man, when she literally runs into Nate (Nathan Moore) on her first day at work. She is swept away and is beyond help. Sadly, Nate knows that Leah is weak for him. He takes advantage of his effect on her, as she allows him to drift in and out of her life. Nate is the type of man that knows how to carry himself, with a confidence level that matches perfection. He is totally irresistible! Leah is easily led.
After being taken on a roller coaster ride, the author offers alternative endings for reflection sakes – walk away or fight for love. After you’ve given your all to a relationship, do you ever consider the pros and cons of leaving, especially if total heartbreak seems inevitable? That is at the heart of Loving Nate.



Paranormal Romance & Horror with Dormaine G




Deep in the heart of Louisiana resides the Evergreen Plantation and on it lives a most heinous malevolence. Voodoo Priestess, Madame Lilly is beckoned to the slave quarters to perform an exorcism on a young girl. It’s been ages since this type of ceremony has been performed and it’s one that should never be practiced again.

Lilly must face horrendous peril in order to survive the path she journeys. She quickly finds out that she is far from the most powerful and that there is a much greater force at play, one that will do anything to rid Madame Lilly.

My Review:

I’ve followed Madam Lilly’s story from the very beginning. The journey has been fantastic and the unraveling gut-wrenching at times. Along the way, I’ve formed a love-fear time of friendship with Lilly. She has grown into a powerful priestess, and I feel as though she needs protecting from herself. For one wielding such immense powers, who am I to feel sorry or want to protect her?

Dormaine G knows how to spin horror. This series is unique and a must read for horror fanatics with a hunger for drama in with a well-written series.






Victor pushed back the curls that fell across her face.Then his hands read her figure as if braille. Octavia held her palms up at her sides and braced herself for the wrath that came in the form of this man.

“You are mine to take,” He nuzzled against her ear. She uttered no words of disavowal as he spoke seductively, for he was indeed serious. “If you are my damnation then I say let both heaven and hell come for us for I will never let you go, Octavia. Not even in death.” He kissed her with all the held back emotions imposed upon him when he was not able to touch her.

Victor, once a faithful vampire, must flee America in order to protect his love Octavia, a woman that should have never been. They are being relentlessly hunted by the elite members of the Cabalistis under the direct order of their eldest vampire, Ciprian. Through their world-wind travels, Victor must protect Octavia, even though neither has a clue of what she truly is. Yet in shielding her, Victor’s past resurfaces and with it comes the tainted mindset that gave him the long forgotten title of Barbarian.

“I swear to you that I will never let anyone harm you, Victor. I will die for you,” Octavia promised and with those words. Victor fell to his knees, placed his face on her stomach and held tightly to his soul.

Though Victor will do anything to keep Octavia safe, can he truly trust her? Will Octavia’s creator force her into betraying Victor? Above all, will Victor’s past come back to haunt him?

My Review

Blood Thirst 2 picked up as 1 left off – which I loved! The author didn’t hesitate or hold back on giving readers what they so desire: passion and gore. I love Victor & Octavia’s twisted relationship, as well as their fight to belong to one another even in the face of opposition. Moreover, the flash into Victor’s past allowed me to better understand.
Great follow up & ending! I’m ready for another series by this talented author. 



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Here are a couple of sneak peeks!


ETERNAL NIGHT, by Jade Kerrion

Ashra’s hand trailed across Jaden’s muscled torso. He made it easy for her to be gentle. His body trembled as if he longed for her. His mouth was hungry for her kiss. He arched up against her, as if craving more. His need was like a living creature, wild and aching for her touch.

Eyes closed, Ashra shivered. Only one other person had desired her as much.

And he was dead.

She forced her way through the memories of pale bodies tangled upon cool silk sheets. When her soul-sucking power leeched out, it found no opposition. Images of the human’s life rewound in a blaze of vivid sights, sounds, and sensations.

Ashra looked up at Tera, her smile little more than a barely perceptible curve of her lips. “He fancies himself the protector of the child of prophecy. Was she among those taken tonight?”

Tera nodded.

Ashra chuckled, the sound without humor. “It’s a pity her genetic heritage wasn’t sufficiently superior to prevent her from being culled.”

“There’s more. Go deep.”

She pushed past the blackness at the start of his memories, expecting deeper darkness. Instead, the colors shifted into shades of ochre and gray. Memories, older than his body, resided in his soul; memories of an Earth long since lost to them—a planet surrounded and nourished by water; images of tall buildings glistening beneath a benevolent sun, and of thriving cities filled with the bustle of humans; memories of quiet and intimate conversations beneath a silver moon, the same silver moon that now graced Malum Turris with its light, though a thousand years older and viewed only from beneath the protection of the dome.

She saw herself as he must have seen her, a much-younger icrathari, still hopeful for the future, never realizing that the Earth they had all known and loved was irretrievably lost. Had she ever looked that vulnerable? Had her smile ever been so beautiful, so filled with love as she looked upon—

“Rohkeus?” Oh, blessed Creator, was that stricken whisper her voice?

Ashra pulled back and stared at the human. Her mouth dropped open. Her heart pounded in her chest, its beat erratic. It couldn’t be. It simply couldn’t be—

She looked up at Tera. The other icrathari nodded.

Rohkeus’s soul reborn…in a human.

Ashra threw her head back and laughed, a despairing sound. Her prince, her love, reduced to a human? Her slender fingers coiled into fists. Her golden eyes glittering, she pushed away from him, though her body trembled from the loss of his warmth. No, the human was not Rohkeus; he could never be Rohkeus.

Steeling herself against the gasp of pain that escaped from his lips as the anesthetizing effect of her kiss faded, Ashra rose to her feet with sinuous grace. “He is not one of us. Not anymore.” Nothing had been more devastating than losing Rohkeus to a human assassin. To see his soul reborn in that contemptible and weak race was an insult to the person Rohkeus had been.

“Should we turn him into a vampire?” Tera asked.

“Kill him. Set Rohkeus’s soul free.”

A Cross to Bear: A Gabriella Cross Paranormal Romance Book 1

All around her, the sounds of baying wolves echoed in the night. Trees slapped her face as she ran, and she tripped more than once. She was crying now and mumbling to herself, terrified. She dared not look back, knowing that the wolves were pursuing her. She came out of the woods into a clearing leading to a tall hill. The howls came from all directions. Shadows flew through the woods in her peripheral vision, and Gabby cried out. She fell again, skinning her knee badly on a jagged rock. In her terrified state, she felt no pain, but continued as fast as she could and ran up the hill.

A snarl came from directly behind her, and she instinctively turned and cried out. A wolf was bearing down on her fast. She turned and raised a hand as the beast leapt at her with gleaming claws leading the way.

“NO!” Gabby cried.

To her amazement, the wolf changed form in mid-flight and turned into a naked man. He landed at her feet on all fours and snarled at her.

“Get away from me!” she screamed.

The naked man backed away from her warily, glancing down at his human hands with a look of confusion and shock. More wolves were coming out of the woods. They stopped when they saw the one who had turned into a human in the light of the full moon.

Gabby wasted no time considering her luck and ran as fast as she could up the hill.

“Gabriella Cross, stop!” Michael’s voice rose up over the howls.

Gabby could hardly see through her tears. She didn’t dare look back, knowing that she would find death closing in on her. She reached the top of the hill and ran across the flat expanse of rocky earth.

“Gabriella!” came the voice again.

The wolves were gaining on her.

She darted between two pines blocking her way, receiving many scrapes on her face and arms. Half blinded by tears and slapping branches, she stumbled out from between the trees and suddenly came to a steep cliff. She tried to stop, but her momentum was too great. With a terrified cry she fell forward over the cliff.

She frantically thrashed her arms as she fell to her death. Above, on the ledge, a mournful wolf cried out. The ground was coming up fast to crush her, and Gabby closed her eyes, not wanting to see her death.

Then. Suddenly. Gabriella was weightless.

Strong arms held her firmly. She opened her eyes to find a winged beast staring back at her.

Gabby passed out.


Thanks to 2016!


Over the past several year-ends, I’ve sung the woes of how crappy the prior 12 months have been. And I promised myself that the upcoming year MUST be better. I even wrote out everything I “knew” would be accomplished in the upcoming year, only to fall flat every blasted time. I refuse to do that to myself once again. Instead, I’m going to try with all of my being to pick through the “crap storm” of 2016 and highlight the positive. I’ll even go as far as to NOT look ahead to a better 2017. Please understand, this is not me being negative in any way. I’m only hoping to break a pattern that has left me utterly broken over and over again, year after year.

So . . .

2016 has taught me:

· How to survive, regardless of how very little there is to survive off of.
· Tears don’t necessarily dry up, though they do absolutely nothing to change a situation.
· There is no “perfect” job, we only need to make the most in any situation. Furthermore, complaints are nothing more than a tool to make us bitter.
· To ignore the criticisms of those that never have positive things to say. After all, their lives speak louder than their words.
· Starting over provides us with the opportunity to reinvent ourselves into the people we really want to be.
· 80s/Old School Pop music is a great pick me up. Special thanks goes out to Madonna, Wham/George Michaels, Lionel Richie, Culture Club, Christopher Cross, Mr. Mister, Crowded House, Toto, Phil Collins and so many more.
· It helps to cry in the car before going inside of the house to pretend all things are perfect in the world.
· There is nothing wrong with crying and driving. Just take time and pay attention.
· Ugly crying is normal too.
· Follow our instincts and stop second guessing the decisions we know to be the best for our situations.
· K-Love Rocks!
· Jentzen Franklin and Ron Carpenter’s messages exist for my benefit.
· *Political* If Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton can be the top contenders for the US presidency, absolutely anything is possible.
· Never underestimate stupid.
· Never underestimate selfish people.
· Facebook can get overwhelming.
· Hurting people hurt people.
· There isn’t a written law that anyone else needs to believe in our dreams. We can’t force anyone to make our dreams their own; neither should we give up on ourselves when others don’t see the value in who we are.
· Every disappointment is for some good.
· When one step forward leads to two or three steps backwards, learn to dance.
· How to sever ties, especially those I once believed were permanent.
· We have to be willing to let down our guard in order to fall in love. And most importantly, let go of past hurts to give and received love in the purest form.
· Everyone doesn’t need to know the details of our personal failures. I’m also compelled to mention, everyone doesn’t need to know the details of our successes either. Recognize who matters and is truly on our side.
· Never give up, even when a voice within feeds nothing but negativity. We will never experience the rainbow if we die in the flood. Fight for what we believe in, no matter how circumstances might seem.

As much as I might despise this god-forsaken year, thank you for making me a stronger person.


A Warrior Queen