For my first Claire Marta story, I fell in love. I love paranormal stories and I love dark stories, and this one is both. There are a strong heroine and hero add, demons, vampires, and angels and you have a huge hit.
Mavis is a human that works for an angel as an assassin. She kicks a$$ and doesn’t have a problem doing it. She loves her job and doesn’t let anyone get in her way. But when she notices Max her juices start flowing towards him.
These two have a chemistry that blows you away. I love Mavis from the start, and Max is yummy! I loved this book and can’t wait for the next one! I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.
We meet Audrey and her brother trying to get to Nomansland where woman are supposed to be safe from men. In this world, there is barely any women around and the men have gone nuts. When Audrey and her brother are attacked by some men she runs and gets caught by Nix and his men.
Nix brings Audrey to the town he lives in. This is where they are keeping to as many traditions as possible. But one of the new ones they have is the lottery, one woman to every five men. They do this every time a woman is introduced into the town. This is so she is protected, and the human population can continue.
We have Nix, Mateo, Danny, Graham, and Clark each have their own past and each has their own problems. But they all want Audrey and all want to make sure she is loved and taken care of. But Audrey does not make it easy on any of them. And when she finds herself in the middle of something dark and scary in the town she is new to, she doesn’t know if she can trust the men she knows little about.
I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.
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a freezing five-year stint in Minnesota, and now is happily planted in sunny California, which she will never, ever leave.
Wow. Surface is my first Anna Brooks story and I loved it. This is a great start to a new series.
Royce is an over the top alpha man that loves his woman and will do anything for her.
Paisley is a sweet girl that is very well protected girl since her dad owns a security firm. Royce just happens to work for him.
These two have great chemistry and I love this storyline. I liked all the secondary characters also and can’t wait to read their stories.
I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.
Sabrina: Good guys save the day and criminals go to jail. It’s not rocket science, people.
But then my father’s killed, I’m rescued by a thief, and my worldview is shattered. He takes me to his penthouse. His bed. I don’t have to like it but I can’t help it. His touch is everything a good girl like me shouldn’t want.
Anson: Good and bad mean nothing to a master thief. I take what I want, and what I want is vengeance. No more, no less.
Maybe the girl can help, so I’ll hide her. Protect her. And if I have to manhandle her to keep her quiet, she’ll deal. Hell, she might even like it. But she’ll learn fast that I make the rules.
~My Review for Knave~
I loved this story. It has mystery, hot men, a strong independent woman, bad guys, and a little rough sex. I mean what more can you ask for?
Five men are asked to become something they never thought they could, brings you to the start of this book. In this book, we meet all five of them Ethan, Caelan, Xavier, Walker, and our main guy Anson. All of these guys have their own special talent that is needed to go forward with their mission, but none of them expected a woman to get in the way.
Sabrina’s father ends up being murdered in jail. While she is at her father’s office she finds herself locked in a closet and when someone finds her it ends up being Anson. These two are like oil and water. Nothing is right between them unless they are in the bedroom. It takes time for them to find a rhythm. But once they do, they are music.
This is a great story and I was happy to have read it for my honest review. I will say it does hang on a cliffhanger for the story, but not for the love story. I can’t wait to see where we go next.
“At the door,” I whispered.
“Standard electronic lock?” Walker confirmed.
“Yep. It’s so cute. I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid.” I pulled a tiny, battery-powered device from my pocket and plugged it into the port at the bottom of the door handle. Most people never noticed that such a port even existed, to their detriment, but they’d been a thief’s wet dream back when they were popular. People had assumed that because a thing was electronic and highly technological, it was superior to a good, old-fashioned deadbolt. They’d been proven wrong so often that these models were hardly used anymore.
“I’m in,” I said, detaching the device and turning to close the door so it rested on the latch. “Laptop’s on the desk. It’s an older model, looks like. Just like you guessed.”
“Lord have mercy. Did he leave you a fruit basket and a bottle of wine?” Walker wanted to know. “An engraved invitation?”
I snorted softly. “Pretty much. The fucker.”
I looked around the office once, noting the details. The way the blinds were mostly closed, the arrangements of pillows on the sofas and papers on the desk. I wouldn’t disturb a single thing, not a molecule of dust if I could help it.
I removed a second device – this one just a super-charged thumb drive – from my other pocket, and slid it into a port on the computer. The drive would transmit a mirror image of the hard drive to Walker’s machine. “Drive’s in. Ready to boot it up.”
“Excellent.” I could hear Walker cracking his knuckles enthusiastically as he got ready to make magic at the keyboard. “Let Daddy take control, my precious.”
“Wow. Anyone else uncomfortable right now?” Ethan asked. “I mean, no shade but you and your computers have a really unique relationship, Walk.”
“I dunno,” Caelan defended. “I’m actually kind of aroused.”
I snorted softly as Caelan, Walker, and Ethan cracked up.
“Enough!” X snapped. “Jesus. I ran a multi-million-dollar company, and I took a leave of absence to become babysitter to a bunch of overgrown toddlers.”
“Parental leave,” Walker said solemnly. “You should look into that.”
I couldn’t see what happened next, sadly, but there was a scuffle on the other end of the comms, and a second later, Walker exclaimed, “Alright, alright! Jesus! No violence around my babies.”
“Is he holding out his arms to protect his monitors again?” I breathed.
“You know it,” Ethan agreed. “After Xavier slapped the back of his head.”
“Jesus. And I missed it?” Figured.
“It’s working,” Walker said, all professional now that the link was established. “I’m copying the directories. You’ve got… One hundred twenty-eight seconds until you’re free.”
This was the hardest part of any operation – the waiting.
Careful not to touch the desk chair or even move a paperclip, I surveyed the papers on his desk. Nothing of any interest, as far as I could tell. Certainly nothing that said “Re: Your Friend’s Criminal Activities.”
My eyes skimmed to the bookcase behind the desk. There were pictures of his wedding to Emma – which seemed to be within the last few years. A picture of him with another woman – two decades ago, judging by the fashions – was perched on a lower shelf. Probably the first wife.
There was a cardboard box on the floor by the bookcase, filled with a jumble of papers and mugs. They looked like someone’s personal effects – the kind the recently-fired guy always carried out with him when he made his walk of shame – and I wondered what the hell Pederson was doing with them… And then I looked more closely at the picture frame on the top of the box.
It was a picture of a little girl sitting on an older guy’s lap in the captain’s chair of a boat. They were both smiling at the camera like they’d been caught in the middle of laughter. The sun glinted off the shining wood of the boat’s wheel behind them and the little white-capped waves of the ocean beyond. The girl’s hair was flaming red- almost orange.
Sabrina. This was the picture she’d been talking about earlier.
I carefully moved the frame aside to peer at the next layer and found exactly what I’d expected: a wood and brass name-plate, the kind that sat on fancy folks’ desks, bearing the name Stuart Fowler.
These were her father’s personal effects, I realized. Why the hell had they been given to Pederson, even if they were friends, during an office cleanout, when clearly they should have been sent directly to Sabrina? I could imagine Pederson wanted to hand-deliver them later, the lecherous asshole.
“We’re clear.” Walker’s voice in my ear brought me back to exactly where I was. “I’m out of the system. Just remove the drive, shut it down, and it will be as though we were never here.” He whistled a few notes of the X-files theme song.
I was a little horrified that I recognized the X-files theme song, but then again I’d been living with this computer geek twenty-four-seven for half a year now.
I pulled the drive from the system and shut it down, then shut the laptop.
“Job well done, boys,” I whispered as I walked across the room.
I paused by the sofa and looked back at the picture frame. Something about it was calling to me. I knew Sabrina wanted it, and I wanted to give it to her.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. You didn’t last long in this line of work if you were a magpie, distracted by every shiny thing. You came in to get what you were contracted to get – or what you thought you could reasonably fence. You never took personal shit if you could help it. Get in, get out, move on.
But I remembered her eyes this morning when she’d talked about her dad, about wondering if it was still okay for her to remember him as a decent person even though he’d done shitty things. Back when that picture was taken, he’d been her hero. It was clear on her face. And I wanted to give her back just a tiny bit of that.
Even if it wasn’t for me to do.
I hesitated half a second too long.
“Is that you, Mr. Peder-. Hey!” Gwendolyn walked in, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed on me. “What are you doing in here, Sonny?”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You’d think that I’d have been good at making shit up, given that getting caught was always a possibility in my line of work. But I wasn’t. God’s honest truth, I’d never been caught before.
“Anson?” X’s voice was in my ear, quiet and controlled. “What’s going on?”
“I’m, uh, I’m so sorry!” I told her, all affable smile, hands spread wide. “It’s just, the door was open, and…well…”
“Oh, Sonny, baby!” Sabrina’s cheerful voice called from the hallway. “Are you ready?”
Ready? Jesus, no!
I was not a praying man, but I prayed right then that Sabrina was not doing anything as foolish as walking into this room right now.
But apparently sinners don’t have a lot of capital to burn with the man upstairs, because Sabrina walked in, right then and there.
And she was buck-fucking-naked from the waist up.
For a second, all I could do was stare. I mean, this woman was hotter by far than Emma Pederson could ever hope to be, even if she did her fucking yoga from dawn til’ dusk. The body that I hadn’t really had a chance to appreciate the night before was on display for me – all pale skin, dusted with golden freckles, smooth stomach and rounded limbs, and perfect lush breasts topped with light pink nipples – and my cock had zero respect for the complete inopportunity of this timing as it stirred in my jeans.
Sabrina gasped and grabbed her shirt, holding it up to cover her chest and staring wide-eyed at Gwendolyn. “Oh, my God,” she wailed. “Oh, my God!”
“Sa-breee-na!” Gwendolyn was clearly scandalized. “What on earth? Why are you naked?”
“Sabrina’s naked?” Walker demanded in my ear. “From now on, we use cameras on ops! I mean… Hey, ow!” It sounded like Xavier had hit him again, and for once I gave thanks for our fearless leader’s high-handedness.
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
Audio Narrator: Joe Arden
Everyone has their limits. Mine? It’s one that should have never been crossed. Now thanks to my ex-boyfriend, all of Hollywood thinks I trade sex for roles. You can imagine how my auditions go these days. This town has enough real scandals without him adding fake ones to the mix. But I have a plan. And it was going so well… until Jude Fisher came along.
What a great story! Callback brings two unlikely people together for a movie about BDSM. But when the scarlet that is the front-runner for the lead doesn’t really know what she is getting into, the leading man decides to help her out.
This book is such a well-written story that I couldn’t put it down. I loved the chats and the storyline. I voluntarily read an advanced reader copy for my honest review.
Another story I have no idea where to go with my review.
This is my first Natalie Bennett book, so I really had no idea what I was getting into. I read the blurb and thought I had an idea of what I was getting into. Nope.
This story is raw, nasty, gritty, messed up and so freaking awesome that I was upset when it was over. Savages is a story, unlike anything I have read. This is not a story about two people falling in love and having a hard time. Hell, I don’t think anyone in this story has any idea what the word love is. These two characters Romero and Calista are so f*cked up that you have to adore them. I will admit at some point this story scared me a little, but then brought me around again. I can not wait to see where these characters go from here.
The author does say there are triggers. And man is there! Don’t read this story without an open mind.
Cover Designer: Raven Designs
This was violent, bloody, romantic and EXCELLENT!!!!Lorrie, Goodreads Reviewer
I loved seeing such a merciless couple in such a delicious way. I absolutely could not put it down.Renee, Goodreads Review
What a deeply darkly decadent blood thirsty duo!Gaynor Jones, Goodreads Review
I loved Rosalina Maria. She was trained to be the boss when her dad passed away and she does that. She doesn’t take crap from anyone and that is the way she was trained. But when her father and mother are killed in an accident she is brought home to take over. What she doesn’t expect or is trained for is to be told that nobody will work with her because she is a female. So when Anthony shows up to “help” her, she doesn’t take too kindly to it.Anthony is sent to “help” but he never thought he was to work with Rosalina. So when these two meet the chemistry is off the hook. I loved it.
This is a very enjoyable story.