Saturday, 20 December 2014

Book Review -- Ride by Shyla Colt


RideRide by Shyla Colt
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

A digital copy of this box set was provided to me in exchange for an honest review.

While the first book in the series takes us through how the protagonist Ardy Larkin meets Demon, the ruthless President of the Dueling Devils. Working for the latter in order to pay off a debt and an impossible deal that her father got caught into, Ardy had no choice but to entangle herself in Demon's web. While Demon struggles with his own internal conflicts, falling for Ardy was something he wasn't prepared for.

The second book takes us through Ardy's dilemma as she gets caught between her love for Demon and the dangers that are associated with being his woman. While Demon is intent upon keeping his family safe, his avengeful instincts will not let him rest. Do Demon and Ardy find peace amidst all the chaos, is what forms the rest of the tale.

The third book brings us to the lives of Lefty, the frivolous man who doesn't prefer to look at the same woman twice, and Gia, the trust-averse beauty he encounters. Irresistibly drawn towards each other, can these two keep their hearts to themselves and ensure that they do not fall for someone they do not trust, is what the story is all about.

The books are each paced well and the narrative suits a contemporary romance. The characters, although not endearing themselves to the reader, are remarkable in their own ways. Although the idealogies and the philosophies of the characters are not discussed at length, the author gives us enough insight into the characters' lives to help one empathise with the decisions and the behavious of the characters.

Overall, this was an easy and casual set of books to read. I would recommend this book to lovers of contemporary romances.

My rating for this book: 3 stars

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Book Review -- Wilde Times by Savannah Young


Wilde TimesWilde Times by Savannah Young
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A digital copy of this book was provided to me in exchange for an honest review.

It's been a while since I read a breezy countryside romance and this book fit the bill pretty well. Having not read the first three books in the series, I presumed I would find it hard to relate to the characters. But the author has done a good job in weaving this story as a stand-along tale. The story revolves around the Wilde brothers. While three of them have settled down with partners of their choice, with one about to get married, one expecting a baby and one dating a movie star, the spotlight is on the one left out - the oldest Wilde brother, Jake. Jake is someone with no bonds and shackles and prefers to be with a different woman every day. Completing this picture is the sweet Harley, the Wildes' childhood friend who has been obsessed with Jake. Although his frivolous ways move her to tears every time, she is unable to shake her mind off him. Does Jake realise that Harley is the girl for him, or does Harley move on to someone who can give her his heart and attention, is what the book takes us through.

In line withe premise of the book, all things about the tale are smooth, easy and casual - the narrative, the characters and the plot. The plot is a bit predictable towards the second half, but the pace of the book compensates for that and manages to hold the readers' interest nevertheless.

I definitely recommend this book to lovers of contemporary romances.

My rating for this book: 4 stars

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Wilde Times by Savannah Young


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Book Title: Wilde Times 
Author: Savannah Young 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
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WILDE TIMES is the fourth and final novel in the spicy contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE TIMES can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.

In high school, Jake Wilde was the star football player, who led his team to win the state championship. Now ten years later he’s the manger of his family’s bar, Haymakers, but the residents of rural Old Town still talk about his glory days in high school.

Harley Davis was always the girl-next-door…literally. Her family was neighbors with the Wilde family and the Wilde boys treated her like the little sister they never had. But Harley spent her adolescence dreaming that she’d one day be Jake Wilde’s girl.

She never anticipated that she’d be one of the many girls Jake sleeps with. It breaks Harley’s heart a little bit more every time Jake hooks up with someone other than her, which happens on a regular basis.

How much longer will Harley believe that having even a small piece of Jake is better than having no Jake at all?
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“That’s some ring,” I state loudly enough to get the woman’s attention.
She flashes the huge solitaire diamond in my face. “Thanks.”
Why is everyone around me suddenly getting married? It’s really starting to piss me off.
The woman looks a few years older than me, maybe in her mid-twenties. She’s sitting at the bar with two other young women who look like they could be her sisters. She looks vaguely familiar. We probably attended Old Town High together. I didn’t exactly pay attention to the girls who were older than me. Not that I paid much attention to the girls who were in my own grade either. We were more of a mutual hate society.
Right now it’s slow at Haymakers, the bar that the Wilde brothers own. It’s been in their family for generations, and to this day it’s the only bar in Old Town.
I’m now the only person who works here who isn’t a blood relation, or soon to be related by marriage.
“Celebrating?” I ask.
She shoves the ring in my face. “I just got engaged.” She is all smiles.
“Congratulations. What can I get you?”
“Is Jake around?” She scans the nearly empty bar. It’s not even four in the afternoon yet. The place won’t pick-up for at least another hour.
“He’s in the back room.” I have no idea what she wants with Jake. She doesn’t look like the type who he usually hooks up with. She’s much too prim and proper. She looks more like someone Cooper would go for.
But he’s engaged too. The best ones are always taken
The woman’s eyes narrow and she says, “I really wanted to share my good news with him.”
It looks to me like she wants to shove the ring in his face and I have an idea why. Jake has a reputation for humping and dumping and she was probably one of his casualties. What she doesn’t realize is that even if being with him meant the world to her, chances are it most likely meant nothing to him. He probably won’t even remember sticking his dick in her. And I can guarantee he won’t remember her name.
“He’ll probably be out a little later,” I say. “If you want to stick around.”
The woman gives me a huge grin. “Oh, I’m going to stick around. Thanks.”
“Can I get you something to drink while you’re waiting?”
“We’ll have three beers,” the woman says. “Whatever you have on draft.”
“Budweiser okay?”
The three women all nod. They don’t look like heavy drinkers. I’m willing to bet they’re two-drink-max kind of girls. There are three types of females who normally come into Haymakers. The regulars: most of them are older folks, my parents’ age or older, who’ve been coming to the bar for years. They usually have a few beers while they eat lunch or dinner. Then there are the packs: groups of girls who come in the celebrate weddings or sometimes even divorces. They’re usually two-drink-maxers, especially if they’re with a group of girls from work. Then there are the girls who come in to get drunk and laid. They’re usually in pairs, or sometimes trios. They usually drink until they get loaded enough for any guy in the bar to look good enough to screw.
After they finish their beers the women are a lot chattier than when they entered the place.
“Another round?” I ask.
The woman frowns. “I was hoping Jake would be around by now.”
Me too, I think, because I can’t wait to see what this woman has to say to him. I’m pretty sure that whatever it is, it’ll be a show.
The woman leans down close to me and whispers, “He took my virginity.”
I can’t help but smile. “Join the club.”
She points a swaying finger at me. “You too?”
I nod.
She gives me a puzzled look. “Were you twelve?”
“Nineteen,” I admit, but I’m not sure why. I’ve never actually told anyone I was a virgin until I was an adult and that I lost my virginity to a man-whore who didn’t even know it was my first time. But I feel insulted by her insinuations that I look like a slut.
“You were nineteen?” She sounds like she doesn’t believe me.
I place my hands on my hips and stare at her. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
She opens her mouth, but no words come out. Then she stammers a few times with some, “Well, ums.”
“You’re kind of dressed a little provocatively,” her friend says.
I lean in so the three women will hear me. “Did you see a brand new Mustang convertible in the parking lot when you came in?”
“The cherry red one?” the friend asks.
I nod.
“We saw it,” the woman says.
“I work in a bar. I was able to buy that car because I dress like this. Big tits and a tight ass earn large tips.”
The women are all staring at me with eyes as wide as pie plates.
“Did someone say big tits and a tight ass?” a man’s voice booms.
All of us turn at the same time to see Jake Wilde approach. He’s almost thirty, but he’s still got the good looks and charm of the guy who everyone adored in high school. He was the star football player and the most popular guy on campus. All the guys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to date him, including me. People at Old Town High still talk about Jake Wilde even more than ten years after he graduated. Of course I was just a kid when Jake was in high school. He treated me more like the pesky little girl next door until I finally graduated and started working at Haymakers.
After their parents died and left them the family bar, the Wilde boys voted to have Jake manage the place. He’s good at getting people into Haymakers and making sure they have a good time. Unfortunately he’s not quite as good at the day-to-day operations, like bookkeeping and accounting. Fortunately, Cooper is a Wall Street financial wiz and has gotten Jake out of jams on more than a few occasions.
I’d help him, if he asked, but he never has. I was a straight A student in high school and even got full scholarships to several Ivy League universities. Math was my best subject. And I’m a wiz with computers. I could easily handle the books. But the only thing Jake sees me as is a waitress and his personal plaything that he can use when he wants to scratch a certain itch. I know I shouldn’t let him use me, but he’s the only man I’ve ever loved. I’ve been in love with him since I was a kid, and I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. So having a piece of Jake, when he feels like screwing me, is better than having no Jake at all.

Meet the Author

Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Savannah also writes under the pen names Dakota Madison, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.

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Waterfall
A Dragon’s Fate Novella
Book 1
Lacy Danes
Genre: Romance, Alternate Worlds, Paranormal, Steamy/Erotic
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 38K
Cover Artist: Kanaxa    
Book Description:
It’s easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.
Curses are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his brothers  is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he is an immortal  trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding his eternal mate. He must  bite her—and pray she lives.
One dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that she lives. And has married another.
Celeste always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of destiny and desire… 
Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, sex in water, four super-hot dragon brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them wondering who they are all their lives.
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About the Author:
Lacy Danes made a New Year's resolution to write a hot, historical romance.
A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland, Oregon, where besides writing she enjoys playing cards, chasing her kids around, and savoring a great martini with the man of her dreams all while watching the world go by.
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Book Review -- Waterfall by Lacy Danes


Waterfall (Dragon's Fate, #1)Waterfall by Lacy Danes
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

A digital copy of this book was provided to me in exchange for an honest review.

"Oooh, look, a dragon book!" This was my first reaction upon reading the blurb. Being a fan of paranormal tales and fantasies, I am always up for a good read that combines magical lands with romance. This proved to be a pretty enjoyable read. The tale revolves around the four Zir brothers, who are dragons in human form. They are all cursed to remain oblivious to who they are, and the only way for them to find their respective mates is to seek women who will not find their bites lethal - literally! To add to this complexity, their powers are diminishing too. Jordan and Ferrous, two of the brothers, chance upon a shipwreck. To end the misery of a dying woman in the wreck, Jordan bites her and wipes it off his mind, presuming she died. When he encounters her again, on her wedding day, wedded to another man, Jordan is in for a very mind-boggling dilemma. The beautiful woman, Celeste isn't his, to claim anymore, as there is an obstacle in the form of Duke of Hudson, her husband. Does Jordan manage to make Celeste his wife, is what the book takes us through.

The plot is interesting, and I appreciate the fact that the ending isn't a cliffhanger, despite the book being part of a series. Out of all the characters, Celeste is the most difficult to fathom. Although the reader understands her bewilderment, her words and decisions still seem a bit off. The pace of the book is brisk through most of the book, and a bit overwhelmingly fast towards the end. The narrative is good throughout. I'm looing forward to reading the sequels.

I definitely recommend this book to lovers of paranormal romance.

My rating for this book: 3 stars

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Genre: Romance, Alternate Worlds, Paranormal, Steamy/Erotic


Publisher: Samhain Publishing


Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 38K


Cover Artist: Kanaxa


Book Description:


It’s easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.
Curses are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his brothers is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he is an immortal trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding his eternal mate. He must bite her—and pray she lives.

One dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that she lives. And has married another.

Celeste always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of destiny and desire…
Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, sex in water, four super-hot dragon brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them wondering who they are all their lives.


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Carefully stepping around scattered, fractured boards, trunks and lengths of tangled rope, Jordan and Ferrous neared the last grouping of rocks at the trees’ edge. Jordan sighed. About time.


A faint heartbeat crawled out of the obscure shadows, stalked up his spine. Something lived from this bloody mess. Though barely.


Jordan stilled.


Ferrous turned to the left. “I feel it too.”


Jordan followed.


On the opposite side of the rocks, jagged boards bumped, clattering against a boulder. A mass of tangled human remains bobbed and swayed with each lap of water against the shore.


From this mess, a heartbeat cried. Jordan closed his eyes and sighed as his stomach flipped. He would find it. He stepped into the water amid the carnage and shuddered. I must move as hastily as possible. I can do this. The sound of life grasped him as if a hand itself clasped his flesh. He flinched, then turned to the left.


An arm’s length away, half in the water, lay a woman. Her limbs were twisted and broken, as if made of nothing more than weeds. A man’s head, severed from the body it had once belonged to, floated close to her hand. Jordan’s heart pinched, and the scales on his elbows prickled anew.


No one deserved to be half alive after experiencing a tragedy such as this. He stepped up next to her, knocking the human debris away with his boot. He leaned down and wrapped one hand about her slim, bare shoulders. The other he slid beneath her knees, fisting up a handful of her full skirts. She should have drowned in such a garment. He lifted her, pulling her body up against his.


She hung like a sack of barley in his grasp. Her long, wet skirts and hair trailed cold water in a stream, trickling over the rocks and babbling down into his boots. He turned and stumbled along the slag toward the trees.


Ferrous turned after him. “She won’t live, Jordan.” He strode behind him. “Leave her.”


Her clothing, laden with seawater, soaked his coat in blood. Was it hers or the rotting blood of the pool in which she had lain? He shook his head. Don’t think about the stench. He grimaced. Think about her.


Ferrous was right. She would never live.


He fell to his knees and laid her on the high grass that bordered the trees. Her dress was that of an aristocrat, finely tailored with small pearls and embroidery now torn open down to her flesh in several places. Her hair had been swept up with the sun, golden rays that now hid beneath a cloud of red death. “I will end her suffering.” Yes, that was the correct thing to do.


For bloody sake, Jordan. You are not to indulge unless you have an inkling she may be the one. There are no exceptions to our rules. Look what happens to Ilmir when he breaks one. Who knows what calamity awaits us in London.”


Jordan’s jaw clenched, and he narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at Ferrous, who stood behind him. “This is different, and you damn well know it. I am not Ilmir, and she is not a woman I am courting. She is dying.”


Being chivalrous?” Ferrous threw up his hands, grumbled and walked through the trees back toward the shore. “Make haste. I wish to make this hellish scene vanish this hellish scene and be to London to deal with Ilmir.”


Did Ferrous truly think he wanted to do this? To kill another woman was the last thing he wished. Twenty years had passed… Jordan inhaled a deep breath and blew it out between tense lips. He ran his fingers down her pale cheek and around her chin, tilting her face toward his. A slender nose, full, angelic lips, and noble cheekbones. A beauty. “To a better afterlife, dear.”


He raised her chin, exposing her long, graceful neck and faintly beating pulse. Another death…


Dash it. He stared unblinking at the slight flutter of her blood beneath her skin. Relax, Jordan. He closed his eyes and exhaled. All will be well.


Prickling pain clawed through the roof of his mouth as his two pointed teeth extended into thin slivers of bone. He stared down at her neck. She had been floating in blood and seawater. He spit on her neck, twice. His saliva glimmered as it slid down her throat to the grass below. There, that should wash away the dirt she had stewed in. Or would it? His throat tightened. Don’t lick her. Be done with it.


He leaned in and pressed his teeth to her vein. His mouth opened, saliva pooled heavily, and his tongue thickened. The pouches by his back teeth filled with poisonous blood, forcing his jaw still wider. He inhaled a jagged breath. His heart leapt and pounded, vibrating through his entire being…


Bite her, Jordan. Be done with it. Bite her.


Her faint pulse bumped against his teeth, willing him to take her as his mate. Mate? Well, that urge was pointless. She would pass just as swiftly as the others. He rolled his lip back and hissed, then pressed, slicing through her soft, salty outer skin and into her tepid blood flowing below.


She didn’t flinch.


This was the first time he had taken a woman when he was not passionately joined with her. Odder yet not to have her scream. To have her do nothing but lie on the wilted grass.


He swallowed. Dirt be damned, he needed to taste her and know that one essence of the life he now took. He fluttered his tongue on her smooth skin. Warm, salty blood slid thickly down his tongue. Damn. His muscles quivered as his poisonous blood streamed from his pouches and down his teeth, twisting into her veins. His cock pressed painfully hard against his thigh.


The task was done. There would be no more. He would not take his pleasure in her. He would not know the feel of her flesh against his. He would never know her favorite color. This woman, like all the others who had come before, was not meant to be his. Enough!


He growledand opened his mouth wide. Her soft flesh slipped from his fangs. He pulled his head back, and their mixed blood trailed in streams down her neck and dress. His vision shifted and popped. Adrenaline mixed with power bubbled through his veins. This…this, he had missed.


This was what he was meant to be. His full elemental power at a glimpse. He tossed his hair back and then growled a dragon’s cry up to where the moon should hang in a radiant, colored vision. Yet only the ebony fog resided tonight. There was no moon to lighten this scene. His vision rippled with detailed clarity. Ah. Indeed. This was the power that years of existence without his mate had diminished. He wanted this power back. It had been too long. In a burst of speckled light, everything changed back to somber mist. Bloody hell. His throat closed off, and his eyes burned. No! He swallowed hard, and his shoulders sagged. This was a tease. A temptation.


He closed his eyes and shook his head. He would never know more of what the Zir were than this… Death and a glimpse of the exhilarating power they were destined to have.


He inhaled and smelled her metallic, sweet blood on his lips. His tongue traced his teeth and upper lip, gathering up the enslaving essence. Sweet orange blossoms and candied cherries. His made-up version of what she should taste like. Remember her. His jaw trembled as hot blood pounded through him to his groin. His soul wanted more of her. To mate. To love. To live a lifetime of companionship.


He clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip. You have done enough to end her suffering. Quite enough. Let her be. He opened his eyes once more.


A shadow shaped as Ferrous stood head down and arms straight out in the air at the rocks’ edge. “Make haste. I wait no more.”


Jordan placed her head softly back on the grass. “Will scant be a moment more of pain, beauty.” He trailed his hand down her broken arm to a heavy, thick bracelet looping her wrist. He unclasped the chain and slowly rubbed the metal between his fingers. His token of her death. He tucked the jewelry in his inner coat pocket, then rose to his full height. Turning to his left, he skulked into the inky woods.













About the Author:

Lacy Danes made a New Year's resolution to write a hot, historical romance.

A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland, Oregon, where besides writing she enjoys playing cards, chasing her kids around, and savoring a great martini with the man of her dreams all while watching the world go by.

Visit Lacy at her web site.























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