~*~ Release Tour ~*~ Unchained by a Forbidden Love (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book #15) By Felicity Heat


About the Book

Unchained by a Forbidden Love (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 15)
Felicity Heaton
Lost to the darkness, Fuery wages a daily war against the corruption that lives within him, constantly in danger of slipping into the black abyss and becoming the monster all elves fear. Work as an assassin gives him purpose, but what reason is there to go on when he killed the light of his life—his fated mate?

Shaia has spent forty-two centuries mourning her mate. Tired and worn down, she agrees to wed a male of her family’s choosing, following tradition that has always bound her as a female and hoping she will be able to gain just a little freedom in return. But as she resigns herself to being the mate of a male she could never love, fate places an old friend in her path—one who tells her that her lost love is alive.

Will Shaia find the courage to break with tradition and leave the elf kingdom in search of her mate? And as a ray of light pierces his soul again, can Fuery find the strength to win his battle against the darkness or will it devour him and that light of their forbidden love forever?


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Fuery forced his focus back to the town again, watching the people coming and going along the street far below him, a wraith in the darkness. They were unaware of him, the oil lamps that jutted outwards from the haphazard black stone and plastered buildings on the main thoroughfare stealing their night vision, making it impossible for them to see him.

He scanned each male for a tattoo on their neck, one that would identify them as his mark.

When he had checked everyone present, he moved on, heading towards the main square. He leaped the gap between two buildings, landing silently on the sloping tiled roof, and kept low as he skulked across it. At the edge of the building, above the square, he squatted and waited, his eyes scanning the busy gathering below.

His mark would be here.

The intelligence given to Hartt said they always attended this gathering each lunar cycle to sell wares. He just needed to find the male, get them alone, and dispatch them.

A lone female dressed in a dark green ankle-length dress with gold detailing on the bodice crossed an opening in the square, a heavy basket tucked between her arms, her brown hair tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step.

He tracked her, a memory threatening to stir, just beyond his reach.

His eyes dropped to her neck.


A pentagram.

The mark.

Sickness washed through him and he stumbled backwards, landing on his bottom on the black tiles and almost rolling right down the pitched roof. He shoved his right hand out, bracing himself, his arm shaking as he stared at the female.

A female?

A collision of fear, agony, grief and self-loathing was swift to crash over him, transforming into a churning dark and malevolent tide that rose and consumed him before he could even think about trying to stop it. It dragged him down into its oily depths until he felt as if he was suffocating, about to drown.

He lifted his right hand from the roof and brought them both before him, his vision wobbling as he stared at his black armour. It flashed away to reveal pale skin marred with crimson. Blood that had crept beneath his claws. Stained them. He scrubbed at his hands, picked at his nails, but nothing he did made the blood go away. His breaths shortened, coming in sharp bursts as his heart rushed faster, sending his mind spinning as he sank deeper into the darkness.

He had to get the blood off his hands.

His head ached, throbbing madly as he rubbed his hands together. It wouldn’t come off. The faster he tried to scrub it away, the thicker the blood grew and the more frantic he became. He shook his head as he shoved one hand over the other, despair engulfing him as it only smeared the blood and spread it, so it covered all his hands and began travelling up his wrists.

He watched in horror as it formed tendrils that crawled and writhed over his pale skin, consuming more of it, and the blood on his fingers turned black.


He snarled and pushed at it, shoving his hands down his arms towards his wrists, desperate to get it off him, to purge it somehow before it swallowed him.

Eyes landed on him, a sharp sensation that had his head whipping up and locking gazes with their owner.

The female.

He needed to kill her.

He growled, shook his head and scurried backwards on his hands and feet, forcing himself away from her. Broken memories overlaid onto the present, transforming her into another female.

A beautiful female.

Drenched in blood.

He twisted away from her, planted both hands to the tiles and retched, tasting metal as his body heaved violently, as if he could purge the darkness that way.

He couldn’t let it take control.

Not a female.

Never a female.

His entire body shook, wracked by cold and pain that came in waves, each stronger than the last, crashing over him. Had to run. Had to leave. Couldn’t let it take control. Never a female. He staggered onto his feet and into a fucked up teleport that had jagged black tendrils stuttering around him and ice chasing over his skin and ended with him landing hard on his side.

On the roof of the guild hall.

He grunted and rolled down the steep black pitched roof, hit the left tower that flanked the main entrance, and spun into a fall down the three-storey height of the building. He hit the cobbled street on his front with another grunt, fire sweeping through his trembling body, lancing his bones and threatening to steal consciousness from his grasp as it stole the air from his lungs.

Several of the people who had been walking along the main street of the small town gasped and stopped, and backed away from him when he vomited again.

He pushed himself up on shaking arms and stared at the puddle on the black stones.


He swallowed hard, sweat beading on his skin, cold and sticky. More flashes of the female covered in crimson filled his mind, and he roared as he tried to shake them loose, tried to spare himself the pain. He muttered a prayer beneath his breath, a desperate plea to the gods to set him free of the torment, to make her go away. He pushed onto his feet and growled at the people staring at him, flashing his bloodied fangs.

They were quick to run.

Fuery clutched his side, grimacing as fire throbbed there, the pain pushing him deeper into the dark tendrils snaking around him and threatening to pull him into the black abyss.

He staggered towards the arched entrance of the guild, his chest heaving with each laboured breath as his heart beat hard and fast. He needed the dark of his room.

He needed the silence.

Each step took effort, every one more than the last, his progress slow as he fought to remain on his feet and not collapse again.

“What’s wrong?” Hartt was suddenly before him, concern flashing in his violet eyes.

A growl curled up Fuery’s throat and his eyes narrowed on the male.

“A fucking female?” Fuery bit out in the elf tongue, just saying the words enough to conjure images of his target and the female who haunted him, mingling them together to send him dangerously close to plummeting into the abyss. “The mark is a fucking female?”

Hartt paled. His eyes widened. “No. I did not know.”

The horror in his friend’s eyes, and his feelings, said that he truly hadn’t known, and that he regretted what had happened.

Fuery tried to cling to that, desperate to use it to calm himself, but the darkness was too strong and he was slipping, weakening as it took its toll on him. The memories he had been fighting rose, his mind and body too tired to fight them too when it was losing a battle against the darkness that surged and writhed inside him like a living thing.

Never a female.

He tried to pass Hartt, but his friend stepped into his path. He stilled as Hartt’s palms captured his cheeks, holding him gently, luring him into looking at him. He stared into the male’s clear violet eyes, and managed to focus on them.

“You did nothing wrong,” Hartt whispered softly in the elf tongue, keeping their conversation private.

A fact Fuery was thankful for considering the audience they had. Several members of the guild had stopped to watch, and a few stragglers from the crowd that had witnessed his fall outside were watching him too. None of them knew the elf language. His species had done their damnedest to keep it private to them, unknown by any other species.

“Listen to my voice, Fuery,” Hartt continued, his eyes holding Fuery immobile.

He’d had eyes like that once. Clearest amethyst. Now they were almost black, only a sliver of violet remaining in them. Soon, that would be gone too.

Then, the red would start emerging.

“Fuery,” Hartt murmured, shaking away that thought, and he forced himself to focus on his friend and his words, to listen to his voice and use it to ground himself.

He could feel the connection they shared as Hartt reinforced it, a blood bond they’d had for centuries now.


He screwed his eyes shut as he saw the female again, staring at him in horror, her violet eyes wide and lined with tears.

“Fuery,” Hartt whispered and he heard her voice.

Her sweet, sweet voice.

His eyes burned, his nose stung, and he growled through his clenched fangs as his heart splintered into a thousand fragments for the millionth time. Gods. He missed her.

“Fuery.” Hands shook him, and that male voice pierced his mind, shattering the illusion.

He dragged himself back to the surface of the oily black water that churned around him and opened his eyes before he could drown in it.


Could he ever have eyes like that again?

“You did not hurt a female. Remember that. You did not hurt her.”

But he had.

Not the female in the square, but he had hurt the one before her.

One he never should have hurt.

He had been born to protect her.

Instead, he had killed her.

“Fuery, you are not listening.” Hartt rattled him again, and he shot back to him, the darkness falling away enough that he could focus again, the suddenness of it releasing its hold on him almost sending him to his knees.

It lingered and lurked though, waiting like a shadow to strike again, to seize him if he let his guard down.

“Breathe through it.” His friend had paled further, and sweat glistened on his brow as he breathed hard in time with him.

Their hearts laboured in unison.

“Breathe,” Hartt urged.

Fuery sucked down one rasping shuddering breath, and then another, bringing the tempo of them into a match for the rhythm of Hartt’s, strengthening the connection between them just as Hartt had in order to shake him from the grip of the darkness.

Black spots appeared in Hartt’s violet irises.

Fuery shattered the connection between them and knocked Hartt’s hands away from his face.

No. He wouldn’t be responsible for Hartt’s demise as well as his own. He wouldn’t allow his only friend in this world to take the darkness from him. It was his burden to bear.

“I am fine now.” He wasn’t, he was far from it, but he needed to say something to convince Hartt that he no longer needed his help.

Hartt nodded, but the look in his eyes said that he didn’t believe him, that he knew he was lying to protect him and he didn’t like it.

The male’s eyes dropped to his arm, and then he turned away and started walking along the arched entrance hall of the guild. Fuery silently thanked him for not taking it as he wanted. As unsteady as he was on his feet, he needed to walk in unaided, because he was damned if he was going to let the other members of the guild see him as weak.

He was tainted, almost lost to the darkness, but he was still stronger than all of them combined.

Hartt looked back over his shoulder at him as they passed the first set of thick columns that were set into the walls and supported the elegantly carved black stone roof of the entrance hall. “Will you be alright?”

Fuery nodded as he clawed back a little more control, enough that his legs stopped shaking and finally felt stronger beneath him, his steps surer as they reached the main foyer of the building, an enormous black room with a corridor off to his right and left, and a door in the far right corner of the room that led to the offices.

He bared fangs at a trio of young fae males lounging in the horseshoe of black velvet couches that encircled the monstrous marble fireplace to his left, all of them staring at him as if he had two heads. They quickly looked away.

“I will speak with the client about it.” There was genuine regret in Hartt’s smooth voice, and a note of anger that Fuery couldn’t miss. “You are sure you will be fine?”

He nodded again, even though he wasn’t, because he knew that while Hartt would speak with the client and give them hell for not mentioning that the mark was a female, he would still see the job fulfilled by another assassin for the guild.

He was far from fine with that.

Killing females was wrong.

They took the corridor to the right and he squinted whenever he passed one of the oil lamps on the black walls, his sensitive eyes hurting at the brightness of them. He needed the dark. The silence. Hartt led him deeper into the maze of corridors, right to the end of the long wing of the building, to a place where few ventured. It had been decades since Hartt had issued the order that this part of the guild was restricted, and only he and Fuery could go there. Fuery could understand why he had done it, even when it had stung a little at the time. His friend needed to protect the males he employed and felt responsible for.

From him.

He was the reason this area was off limits, and the reason Hartt had moved into the rooms opposite his, always on hand if he needed him.

Or on hand to stop him if he lost himself to the darkness.

When they reached his door, Hartt opened it for him.

“Try to sleep.” Hartt smiled at him, but the concern in his eyes lingered, worry that cut at Fuery because he didn’t want to be a burden on his friend.

The more Hartt drained himself worrying about him, and helping him, the weaker he was against the darkness that was stirring in him. Hartt denied it, but Fuery could see it. He could feel it. His friend was beginning to slip and fall, and it wouldn’t be long before the light began to leave him and he lost himself to the black abyss.

He hesitated and then lifted his hand, grasped Hartt’s shoulder and pulled him towards him. He pressed his forehead to Hartt’s, but couldn’t find the words to say what he needed to say to him, to warn him to be careful and to beg him to look after himself.

Hartt clutched him by the nape of his neck, pressing their brows harder together. “Rest, Fuery. I will check on you later.”

He nodded, and released Hartt at the same time as the male’s hand dropped from his neck. He watched Hartt leave, heading back along the corridor, the oil lamps sending warm light flickering over him. It hadn’t slipped his notice that Hartt had come to him armed for war, his black armour in place, moulded to his body like a second skin.

He pulled down a deep breath, intending to sigh.

Stilled as a scent laced it and filled him.

He stared blankly at the other end of the black-walled corridor, ears ringing as numbness swept through him, swiftly followed by strange warmth.

He knew that smell.

Lavender and crisp morning dew.

His knees gave out, sending him slamming hard into the stone floor, but he didn’t feel the fiery lightning as it shot through his bones.

What fresh hell was this?

Tears filled his eyes as he drew another shuddering breath, convinced he was mistaken, and caught the scent again, stronger this time. It couldn’t be. He focused, but the darkness pushing inside him made it difficult. He gritted his teeth and growled as he shoved back against it, desperate to catch the scent again.

This time, it was a feeling that hit him, a sensation that he hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever.

It wasn’t possible.

He snarled as he clawed at the flagstones, tipped his head back and growled at the gods, silently begging them to have mercy on him because this was too cruel.

He couldn’t bear it.

The visions of her that overlaid onto the present and the nightmares that haunted him each time he closed his eyes were torment enough. They didn’t need to do this to him. It was too much. He could already feel himself spiralling into the abyss, pulled down by the scent of her in his lungs, and the desperate need it birthed inside him, one he knew would never be fulfilled.

He couldn’t see her again.

Because she was gone.

He shoved his fingers through his hair, tugging the long lengths out of the clasp at the back of his head as he dug his claws into his scalp. The scent of his own blood joined the sweet fragrance that lingered in the air, tormenting him.

Gods, he was losing his fucking mind.

He could smell her.

Feel her.

His mate.

The female he had killed.


My Review

Firstly I would like to thank the lovely Felicity for kindly providing me with a copy of “Unchained by a Forbidden Love” to read and review for this tour

I absolutely LOVED this book!

Like all of Felicity’s books in this series, it is a compelling story, flawlessly written and is driven by the characters and their intense emotions and conflicts throughout their journey.

Unchained by a Forbidden love is Fuery’s story an elf teetering on the verge of no return. Tragic and brutal events in his past have pushed him into the disturbing depths of darkness.

It also follows Shaia. She has been mourning the death of her mate for four thousand years. She’s resigned herself to marry someone else only to please her family.

I’ve been waiting what feels like forever to get my hands on Fuery’s book.
Fuery and Shaia both believe that they have lost their fated mate, but all is not as it seems for either character.

I am a huge fan of the Eternal Mates series and this has to be one of my favourites.

I can’t wait to see what Felicity has in story for us next!



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Books in the Series

Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince (FREE AT SELECTED RETAILERS)
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love


About Felicity

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:



~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Until (New York Knights, #2) by Anna B. Doe

UNTIL (New York Knights, book #2) by Anna B. Doe + #giveaway

In the war of wills, broody football player finds his match in a beautiful supermodel. What could go wrong?

Until is kind of darkish and sexy story about two people who don’t believe in love, yet can’t escape falling.


Title: Until

Series: New York Knights, book 2

Author: Anna B. Doe

Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance

Cover Design: Emily Wittig, Emily Wittig Designs, and Photography

Release Date: January 5th, 2018

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I was betrayed by those who I loved. Those who I believed in. It was the first and the last time I let myself love someone outside my family. A little girl grew up and opened her eyes. Love makes you weak. It makes you wish for the thing you can’t have. It makes you vulnerable, and I swore I will never again go down that path.

Until I met him—Jack Daniel Shelton.

She left me. She ruined me. The day I found her gone I promised myself I’ll never let anyone have that kind of hold on me. Especially not a woman. Now she is back. No matter how much time has passed, no matter what I tell myself, her hold on me is still strong. There is also a secret she’s been keeping from me. A secret I can’t escape from, but a secret I can’t turn my back to either. A secret that could ruin everything I worked for.

And then, there is her—Sienna Roberts—everything was just as it was supposed to be. That is until she walked in my life.

Can two souls that lost faith in love find it in one another?

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Exclusive excerpt from UNTIL

We meet again, baby doll.”   

“I’m no doll or princess, hot shot.” I lift my chin into the air.

A soft chuckle falls from his lips. “What are you then?”

“A rebel, all sass, and attitude.”

His fingertips slowly touch my cheek. “For me, you’ll always be a doll.”

His words are soft caresses against my skin. I take a step back to break the spell his words left me under and narrow my eyes at him.

There hasn’t been a man that affected me like that in … ever.

I don’t know what it is about J.D., but every time he’s near I lose myself to him.

Johnny calls out and breaks our staring contest. He leads us through different poses, every one sexy but sophisticated.

J.D.’s hands move over my body—it’s nothing like it was that night. They are on my waist, back, or somewhere on my arms. It’s simple and professional.

But his hold is like I remember it—firm and strong.

The palms of his hands are not soft and taken care of like most of the male models, they are rough and chapped. Hands of a man that actually uses them for a living. When they trace my skin, in the most innocent of touches, they make me shiver in delight and my insides clench. Awaiting.   

He can feel it. I know he can. I heard that bastard chuckle softly behind me.  

I can feel the heat of his body all around me, it’s radiating off of him, and sometimes, when he has to stand right behind me, I can feel his hot breath on my skin.

We don’t say anything at all, we just do our job. But I can feel it. This something building between us.

Sexual tension.


I never sleep with the same man twice, but something about him calls to me.

Makes me want more.

One more touch.

One more kiss.

One more night.

Until this passion inside me is extinguished completely.


“You’re hooked from the get go, two broken people find each other and boom! A spark is formed and you’re a goner. A love story, you’ll be thinking about long after the book is done.” – Socially Book Nerd

“This is their story… it has secrets. 
It has hurt, betrayal and broken hearts. 
Determined to never feel. To never love. 
Until…..each other” – Emergency Book Blog

“I loved this story. I was hooked and didn’t want to put it down. 
They both had baggage but in the end it made them grow closer together. What an amazing love story. Can’t wait for the next book.” – Jade

“Captivating book about trusting yourself and finding love.” – Author Stephanie Gresham

You can read first two chapters for #free here: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/133802210-until

Want to know where it all started?

Lost & Found (New York Knights, book #1)

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“Will is a football player and Anabel is au pair working in the US. They have an instant connection but their romance is a slow burn one.” – Amazeballs Book Addicts

~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Follow the Snowflakes: A Christmas Novella by Angelina Kerner

Follow the Snowflakes: A Christmas Novella

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Follow the Snowflakes front cover.jpgAuthor Name: Angelina Kerner

Book Title: Follow the Snowflakes: A Christmas Novella

Date Published: December 15, 2017

Genre: Chick-lit/ Contemporary Romance

At 28, it’s bad to be single. After four years of relationship struggles, Cat is ready to try anything.

That’s when her friend tells her about her class’ Dear Santa letters. One little boy asked for a new mommy, and she suggests Cat meets the kid’s dad, just to see where things go. Cat figures it can’t hurt…until she meets a stranger in the midst of a car accident. The man is handsome with a sad look in his eyes. He still wears a wedding band and she’s not sure his heart’s available, even if he makes her heart race. But, maybe he’s a widower? Cat wonders if she should resign herself to being an old maid, or whether she could possibly be the answer to a little boy’s Christmas wish, unless there’s a third option – a future with the stranger.

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About the Author

Angelina Kerner

ANGELINA KERNER is a self-published author of paranormal and lighthearted romance. She’s the wife of a photographer/physicist, and the mother of a cute little toddler, but she’s also been a dancer, a psychologist, an anthropologist, a geographer, a dreamer, and an adventurer. She does her best writing while being bothered by her cats, taking care of her son, in dressing rooms while waiting for family to try on clothing, and at home in sunny California. Angelina loves to play goddess-dragon matchmaker, transporting readers to a place where young goddesses have lovable flaws, the Fates plan to dethrone, the universe is endless and untamed, and dragons roam free! She also loves to write carefree romance where one can finish reading with a smile.

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December 17th, 2017

Dear Diary,

When I eventually return to read my entries in my old age, I’ll always remember just how miserable I was in December of 2017. I should have had a diary when I was a teen; then it would have been funny to re-read what I went through back then. When I was in high school, I didn’t have many friends. In fact, my mother introduced me to a girl on the day of orientation. Here’s the story:

Mom parked her car, and we got out. She began looking for all the gathered students outside of the gymnasium. I knew no one at the high school and Mom knew that too. It was mainly because I finished middle school in a different district and at that moment, I was not happy about the move. I gazed at the students and my Mom. She had that glint in her eyes that said a plan was forming and I could do nothing to stop it. After a minute, she motioned me to follow her and I did, just like the good girl that I was. We walked up to two girls. One had long brown hair and was wearing a loose shirt and long skirt, while the other had short blonde hair, glasses and wore a tiger t-shirt with jeans. Mom told them how it would be nice for them to take little old me into their friendship. They said ‘sure,’ and she just left me there.

You see Diary? Now those are memories. Memories of dating an engaged guy at 28, is not as good as that one, huh?

If you’re wondering, I couldn’t really make friends with the long skirt. She and I were too different. She was very opinionated, and I couldn’t hold a conversation without being confused. The glasses girl and I stayed friends until the first year of college. We grew apart after she moved away. I did hear from her once. She congratulated me on my degree. It was random. She sounded happy, and she met her life partner. I was happy for her, but that conversation didn’t rekindle the friendship that lasted for five years.

Now, I am off to work. Yes, I’m working today, although it’s a Sunday. There are branches open on Sundays; I am talking about the ones inside the grocery stores. My friend, Jessica, who’s a manager at one, called me to cover for her today because she has a cold. I couldn’t say no, so I need to go. Oh, and she told me to buy her crew breakfast! At least, we’re only open until 2 pm today.


PS: Buy those groceries TONIGHT, or you’ll be eating Chinese noodles, and not the take-out ones.

~*~ My Review ~*~

For a wonderfully festive and completely romantic story, do yourself a favour and pick up this novella.

This was a bite sized treat of a book with warmth, humour and romance and absolutely precious.

Cat has a good job, nice life but as always something is missing in her life.

Her friend, Regina, offers to match her up with someone she knows but Cat is still heartbroken by the breakup she’s just had.

Regina tries to setup Cat but things fall through on Cat’s end.

Hunter is a perfect gentleman.

He had a few surprises up his sleeve, but he was a morally good person, and he was hard working and caring!

The love story within is light hearted, wholesome, gripping, and heartstrings tugging.

It’s the type of romance that can be enjoyed by readers of all ages


This book is the perfect holiday read!




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Included is a Wine bottle Christmas tree, chocolates, Rudolph hot chocolate with Snowflake marshmallows, a Christmas tree ornament and a signed copy of Seven Hours: Challenge Accepted.

While you read, you can enjoy chocolate!

 Angelina XO

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Spunky n’ Sassy (Review) http://spunky-n-sassy.blogspot.com

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Dec. 14th

Books to Get Lost In (Review) http://bookstogetlostin.blogspot.ca

J Bronder Book Reviews (Review) https://jbronderbookreviews.com

Portable Magic (Review) http://portablemagic.net

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Dec. 15th

On the Shelf Reviews (Review) https://ontheshelfreviews.wordpress.com

Splashes into Books (Review)

~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Finding Perfection (Beautifully Flawed #3) by Cassandra Giovanni

River Ahlers is damaged goods. On the surface she’s a driven businesswoman, leading a new division of the marketing firm she works for. But she knows better than anyone that being driven also tends to drive people away. At twenty-eight she’s made some of the toughest decisions of her life by burying the reason she’s damaged deep inside her. That is until she walks into a tattoo parlor and falls into the arms of someone else just as broken.

West Brighton is bad news. He’s a tattooed rebel with more money than he needs, and so many scars on his heart, he’s sure there’s no way to let someone in. Until River, but she’s still stuck on her ex and his friend — Adam Beckerson.

Adam Beckerson is a changed man. He’s made a successful career for himself and his best friend, Tara, hasn’t left his side. She gets him– the real him that he’s never shown anyone, but there’s still something missing.

Each one of them is beautifully flawed, and in one another they can find perfection, if only they are willing to reshape their shattered dreams into new, better ones.

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“I hope you don’t mind. I changed our plans a bit. I figured we couldn’t go into the city with the pups, and I know it’s a bit too cold for the ocean, but I figured we could go to the Cape. Maybe have a game of volleyball, and eat the last lobster rolls of the season. Just meander the coast.”
The piece of waffle went heavy, sticking in my throat as I swallowed.
The Cape.
The last time I’d been there, Adam and Bobby had fought, and Tara had come away with a concussion. My ears rang, and I could feel the blood drain from my face. West slowly put his paper cup down.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern showing in the way his eyes flickered over mine.
I closed my eyes, inhaling through my nose. “The last time I went…”
“It was with them?” West filled in the blank, and his voice went hard at the edges. I opened my eyes to see him leaning against the kitchen island, his tattoos flattening against his arms.
“Yeah, there was a big fight. Tara ended up going to the hospital,” I replied, and West’s eyes widened. “Accidentally. Bobby pushed Adam, and he went into Tara. She hit the volleyball net’s post.”
West looked ahead, his tongue running over the inside of his cheek before he turned to look at me. His green eyes twinkled with a new enthusiasm. “So we fix it.”
“Fix what?” I asked, looking at the once tasty breakfast that was now getting cold.
“Bad memories. We’re going to make new good ones to replace them,” West replied before nodding to our breakfast. “Starting with the general birthday suckage and moving onto specifics like the Cape. When was the last time you played volleyball?”
I swallowed, and West gave a knowing nod before playing with his waffles. His voice was deep as he continued, “Ate a lobster roll?”
This time his eyes rose to mine.
“He ruined a lot of things for you, didn’t he?”
“The lobster roll wasn’t a bad memory,” I replied, and he took an angry bite of his waffle, smearing whip cream across his cheek.
“I’m going to make it better,” he said through his full mouth.
I laughed leaning up and kissing away the cream. “I’m sure you will.”
One of his eyebrows rose. “Eat up, Missy. I have an ex-boyfriend to show up.”
I laughed at that, taking a bite of the fantastic waffles and the strawberries we’d grown together. The crop had been so plentiful that half the freezer in West’s house was filled with them, and there were another two bags in my freezer. The waffles beat Adam’s perfectly gooey in the middle pancakes because they symbolized West and I. Something different. Something sweet and that we made together. Like he intrinsically knew that breakfast food like this would be the start of a perfect day.
“You’re already winning,” I said, popping the last strawberry in my mouth.
“And how is that?” West asked as he took my plate to put it in the dishwasher. I bit my lip at the way his ass looked perfect in his jeans.
He turned, and I signaled with my finger for him to lean over the island to me. I kissed him once slowly, and then pulled away, pressing our foreheads together.
“By being you.”

~*~ My Review ~*~

What a great end to a great series.

River is forging a new life with West by her side. When her past come barrelling back into her new life, can she face it and learn that love can come to us in many shapes and forms. Neither is any less important, but some can take our hearts by storm, make us realise that we simply can’t live without it for one moment or the length of one breath.

Your heart can be the most terrifying and bone-chilling thing that you can ever listen to in your life. It will reveal things to you that you never wanted to be true and can never truly understand, but the beautiful thing about love and life that is that it doesn’t have to make sense or be something that is comfortable for it to be true or exactly what you need.

The story line is well paced and the characters genuine. Their relationships are sometimes simple, but more often then not they are complex.

A story of strength, and unwavering love. It has all the feels, and I loved every second of reading it, from beginning to end.

Cassandra doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since then Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character’s stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.

Cassandra Giovanni is published by Show n’ot Tell Publishing based out of Connecticut, USA
Connect with Cassandra on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter.  Learn more about her and her novels at her website, www.cgiovanniauthor.com and read the first ten chapters of each of her published novels through her Book Catalog.
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~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ The Other Brother By Meghan Quinn

THE OTHER BROTHER by Meghan Quinn is finally here! Check out the excerpt and teasers!


NA Romantic Comedy
Model: David Harris
I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It’s been three years since I’d seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?


Why? Why does he have to magically appear in my life? Moving back to Binghamton, I thought about the possibility of maybe running into him, but I thought it unlikely, something that would never really happen.

Boy, was I wrong.

What a sick joke life is playing on me.

Aaron Walters, the boy who broke me into pieces is my neighbor.

I can’t fathom the impact I feel already.

Seeing him in hip-hugging jeans and a tight, plain shirt did a number on me. It kept me up all night as memories of what we used to have flooded my mind.

His voice.

His stature.

The way he used to kiss my neck.

The way I felt so protected in his arms.

Too bad his arms couldn’t protect me from his devastating, heart-breaking self.

And hell, he looked good. Too good.

He’s always been tall with handsome features and a chiseled jaw, but now he’s bulked up to the point that I could see his abs flexing under his shirt, the same shirt that stretched over his biceps.

But it wasn’t his muscles or handsome features that once again made my heart ache, it was those eyes. So bright, so blue, so kind, but still so sad. It reminded me of the first day I met him, of the day he stole my heart from every other man on the market.

Broken, unsure, yet yearning for love. It was all there, and like experiencing a moment of déjà vu, I was transported back into a time when I felt invisible, like I could conquer anything with him at my side.

Once again, I was wrong.



About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Find me on Goodreads:


~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Stroked By Meghan Quinn

We’re celebrating the release of STROKED by Meghan Quinn! 

STROKED by Meghan Quinn
Scheduled to release: July 20, 2016
NA Romantic Comedy

Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.

My Review:

OH my word….absolutely howling with laughter whilst reading this book

Seriously I don’t know how, scrap that, I know how Quinn does it, she has a knack at doing it, pulls the reader in and absolutely annihilates anything they guess is going to happen.

Told in three different POV’s “Stroked” is a great read with, lets say, some extremely “different” characters.

Bellini Chambers – A spoiled brat, severely overconfident, a rude reality star who thinks everyone wants to be her and worship the ground she walks on.

 Reese King – Olympic swimming, silver winning, model who consequently is fake dating Bellini for a TV show to get good ratings for his life “after” swimming.

Paisley “Mauve” – Desperate for work, having to be a PA to Bellini and her wickedness ways. She’s drawn to Reese for more than just his “in-the-water” abilities.

After losing her job Paisley was trying to get her foot back in the door of Production. Unfortunately for her she landed an assistant job with the train wreck Bellini. That’s when she meets Reese. Paisley wants to stay professional but can she resist the handsome Olympian?

This Olympic games is his last and Reese is hoping to chase the elusive gold medal. He can’t afford to be distracted from his intense training. Well, no such luck!

In all honesty I absolutely FLOVED the character of Bellini, she was absolutely hilarious! Haha! Some of the things she came up, yes was vile, but out of this world funny as s**t.

The relationship between Paisley and Reese is sweet, it was refreshing.

Paisley was funny and spunky while Reese was nothing like I expected, he was sexy as sin but down to earth and not full of himself, as you would expect someone of his stature to be.

Their three worlds collide, lines begin to blur between work relationships and lustful stares.

Can things remain friendly or will feelings, emotions, and hands start to get in the way?




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About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Find me on Goodreads:

~*~ Blog Tour ~*~ Red Hot Sizzle Box Set

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14 ALL-NEW, sizzling romance books about love, passion, and the best things in life! 
These books are all brand new and are only available in this box set! 

Fourteen new book boyfriends are here to woo you in this big box! Sit back, send the kids outside to play, and indulge in this sinfully delicious sampler of NYT, USA Today, and best-selling authors.
Dive into these decadent stories about hit men, tech moguls, shifters, new neighbors, bosses, lumberjacks, military men, motorcycle guys, and rock stars! 


These great books are just the thing for those long, lazy summer days sunning at the beach, hanging out beside the pool, or lounging around on vacation. Some are sweet, some are just for fun, and some are Red Hot!  Pre-order to get this special box set of best-selling books before it’s gone forever! 




Chloe by Lacey Silks ~
Axel Wagner saved me in more than one way, and then I ruined it by letting him touch me. He’s no longer just an employer–he’s my everything. 

Dream On by Blair Babylon ~

A new story about Alexandre and Georgie, the Duke and Duchess of Valentinois, and other rock stars. 

Bumpy Ride by Olivia Rigal ~

You’d think I’d know better. Better than to fall for a biker, and one from a different MC. Better than to get knocked up by a Nomad who vanished without a trace. Better than to try and hide it from my family. 

Banshee by Sarah M. Cradit ~ I was eighteen when I died. But then, at eighteen, I was reborn. 

Picked by the Billionaire by Daizie Draper ~ The fiery rebound-sex arrangement a dumped and already broken florist dives into with a tech mogul puts her heart in peril again. 

Two Much for You by Sky Corgan ~

Two hot men just moved in across the street. I never thought they would show up on my doorstep. And what they want is far from conventional. 

Two Wingmen and a Baby by Daisy Prescott ~

Hold onto your ovaries because this short features John, Tom Cat, and sweet Baby Day. Surely two alpha men can take care of one baby, right? 

Witch In the Window (Bend-Bite-Shift Next Gen-1 by ~ Olivia Hardin ~

As if college finals aren’t bad enough, Chelsea’s witch radar tells her the delivery man who frequents her front door is more than he seems to be. 

Right: A Hitman Romance by V. J. Chambers ~

Giovanni Gallo meant to kill Sable Clarke, not fall for her. What seems wrong actually turns out to be something so right. 

Tutoring the Wolf by Jacqueline Sweet & Devon March ~

When she’s forced to tutor to a bad boy shifter, Cassie has no idea how much she’ll learn about herself, or how much fun she’ll have doing it. 

Yours by Kim Linwood ~ Bianca met the man of her dreams in paradise, but their real lives are an ocean apart. Can he convince her that their love is worth the risk after the fairy tale ends?  Blooming Hearts by Felicia Tatum ~
First love blooms as Francesca and Cade slowly begin their descent into the depths of true love. 

Taking Charge
Shannon Macallan ~

Miranda expects Charleston to be hot, humid and boring as hell. What she finds instead is an entirely different heat with a cadet from a South Carolina military academy. 

Chasing Shadows by Sophia Barron ~

When Delilah’s witchy ways threaten to pierce Joe’s shadows; the jaguar shifter must choose between darkness and light for eternity. Will bonds of love save their world or destroy it?
Here are a few excerpts

Two Much for You

Sky Corgan


What am I doing? This is exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. It’s too late now though. My hormones bowled me over the second I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Gareth standing there shirtless. He looked
like something from my own personal fantasy collection. Maybe because he is.
I’ve pleasured myself to thoughts of being with him—thoughts of being with both of them—before. Now the alcohol has gone straight to my vagina, melting me into a puddle of wanton desire.

Maybe I could have held my resolve if I hadn’t touched him. But the second that I felt the wall of hard muscle beneath the towel… that was the end of me. Or was it when Devlin took
the towel away? Or maybe it was the way that Gareth looked at me. His expression was so earnest, so full of adoration. I don’t think it matters anymore. When he kissed me, it was over. And now I’m lost in his lips. In the feel of his hands on my body. In the headiness of his cologne.
In knowing that Devlin is standing only a few feet away and I’m going to get to kiss him too. This is so wrong, but I can’t stop it. Even if they’re just playing me and I end up
emotionally destroyed afterward, I want to feel this—want to know what it’s like to be with two beautiful men at the same time.
Can I even handle both of them at once? I guess I’m about to find out. Gareth’s mouth is hot against mine. He’s holding me like he doesn’t want to let me go—like he doesn’t want to
share. I slide a hand around the back of his neck, my fingertips gliding into the hair at his nape while I stand on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. He tastes like wine and trouble.
I don’t care anymore though.
I want trouble. Double trouble.
Picked by the
Daizie Draper
Colton blinked slowly and crimped the corners of his eyes with his fingers like the emotional pain hurt his head. After a few deep breaths, he released his face and clutched my bare knee instead. Unexpectedly,
he stayed there and scratched at it, as if he could feel tendrils of fire and sparks the same way I did and relished the sensation. “So, sweet Carys … tell me about the very first article you wrote.”
I shook my head, baffled. “What?”
“I wanna know when you got bitten, got that first prick of inspiration.”
“Why? That’s weird and random, especially right now.”
“I just do. Tell me.” He was still scratching my knee, but his touch shifted slightly beyond the bend of it up under the ruffled hem of my dress skirt.
I cleared my throat and shivered. I glanced down but the red table cloth was billowed out over part of my leg, so I couldn’t see the bulge of his hand moving up under the edge of baby blue ruffles. He traveled
more adventurously up and down my quivering thigh. I licked, then bit my lip.
“Why, uh, why do you want to know?”
“I only brought champagne and don’t think that’ll be enough to numb me. I want to think about anything else besides this heart-wrenching debacle, and learning more about you, to feed my ever-growing
curiosity, will assist me in that. Help me, please. Keep me from drowning. Tell me.”
His stroke sliding up and down my thigh was driving me mad and stirring up tingles. “Okay. Well, um, my first, my first, huh, writing gig, was an assignment for the college paper. I started as a special interest
writer. I interviewed the Biology Club, which I actually ended up joining because of all the outdoorsy things and expeditions they took part in, and I never even knew. Neither did most people. My article got them thirty-one new members. That was exciting.”
“Sounds great. Go on.” He reached under the tablecloth with his other hand too and lifted my leg and extended it across his lap.
A gasp of surprise jiggled my upper body and breasts, which he noticed.
He slowly lifted his gaze and studied my face. “In case you can’t tell, I’m a leg guy. And an ass guy. And throat, God, the throat.
Mmm, and you have a trifecta of deliciousness, beautiful girl.” With my leg on his thighs, he said, “Hold on,” and sent a couple of texts, but I couldn’t tell what he was writing. He set his phone down on the table when he was finished and resumed his gentle escapade. With both hands, he massaged my foot and traced the slim line of my leg with a wavy, swirling caress that stopped at
mid-thigh. “Okay. Continue. This truly is fascinating me, and helping.” His unexpected touch was making me tremble and swoon.
My inhale stuttered on the rocky journey to my lungs.
“Mmm. It wasn’t … it wasn’t until I earned my own weekly column and also started writing about deep topics for random articles. That’s when I first got, um, bitten by inspiration and drive. I was intending on editing with my degree, but I knew my true calling was in the stringing together of words not correcting or sharpening them.”
“Mmm, that’s because you’re a creative soul, an artist at heart, with a love of depth, beauty and perfection.”
“Yes, I am.” Had Max ever said anything remotely like that? Has he ever seen that? I couldn’t recall. And that bummed me out. How is it that this guy knows me better? It feels like we’ve known each other for ages rather than days. A soft flute sounded in the distance. I gasped and looked over my shoulder in that direction. “What are you doing? You told them to go?”
“I did. Why should we waste this moment?”
“But…you’re not proposing.” I shook my head.
More instruments blended in and started edging closer, filling the night sky with “Arms” by Christina Perri, but it didn’t sound as cool without her lilting voice.


“No, I’m not. I’m living, hard, so I’m not crushed by anguish. Remember what I said was the key to overcoming a funk. You just have to plow through and live life to the fullest, even when you don’t feel like it. I have to thrive and feel something else, something so much better. Something … like this.” He went deeper up my skirt, so deep, he was hooking his finger into my bikini string and now scratching at my hipbone.

Blooming Hearts
Felicia Tatum
My nose was stuck in my current romance novel. I followed along as the girl fell in love with her best friend (the bad boy), wishing life was really that way.
I didn’t even notice when he walked by me on the sidewalk. Or when he stopped a few yards from me, and came back in my direction to take a seat beside me.
“Hey. Do you want a cracker?”
a velvet voice asked me.
I didn’t look up, I wasn’t sure if he was even talking to me. Why would an attractive senior be talking to me?
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said, a chuckle in his voice.
I slowly lifted my head, peering at him from under my long lashes. His dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and his deep blue eyes made me gasp. He wore the ultimate laid back style, a white t-shirt and jeans. All he needed was a black leather jacket, and he would be the bad boy from my book. The smile on his face was breathtaking, and I found myself unable to speak.
“Hi, I’m Cade,” he said, a huge grin on his handsome face. He sat beside me.
“Hi, I’m Francesca.”
“Why are you always sitting here alone, Francesca?” he asked, placing his hand on my knee.
Shivers went up my spine while butterflies flew rampant in my stomach.
A hot senior guy had his hand on my knee. My eyes looked at it, wondering what was happening. Was the world ending? Was this a prank? Did he mean to do that?
“I like to read,” I stated lamely. God, I sounded stupid.
Laughing, he replied, “I can see that. You didn’t hear me ask if you wanted a cracker.” He held out a pack of peanut butter and cheese crackers. I always thought they were disgusting, but I considered taking one in that moment.
“No, thanks,” I said, shaking my head. I gave him a warm smile.
“Ok,” he said. Before he could say more, my bus pulled up. Right on time, of all days.
“That’s my bus,” I told him.
“Ok,” he said, finally lifting his hand from my leg. “Do you mind if I come back sometime?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. Standing, he held a hand out to assist me.
“Not at all,” I said, giving him a genuine smile. He seemed nice. New friends weren’t a bad thing. Why was his hand so warm? Was my palm supposed to be tingling?
He walked me to the bus.
“Ok, good. Maybe I’ll see you around school sometime. You should say hi.” He sauntered off, looking back long enough to wave.
Witch in the Window
Olivia Hardin

“You’ll need to sign for it.” He set the box on the rail beside the door, then made a move to take the book from her hand.
“Don’t touch me.” Chelsea backed up into the door frame. She slammed the textbook closed, mentally cursing herself for not thinking to mark her place, then reached into the house and placed it on the table to the left of the door.
The delivery man smirked at her as he pulled an electronic device from his back pocket and scanned the box, then handed her the pen so that she could write onto the pad. She managed to get that chore done without allowing her skin to make contact with his. He smiled and shook his head in amusement when she handed the scanner back to him.
“I wish you’d get another route,” she told him as she took the box.
“Little witch, if that’s what you wish, you could just stop sending packages to yourself.”
Her face flamed in mortification and she cut her gaze up to the perch where two of her roommates were hiding, watching their secret obsession from above. With narrowed eyes, she turned back to him and snarled low, “You think you know so much. But I know what you are.”
He tilted his head to the side. “You don’t know so much.” He reached out his hand, scissoring a lock of her blond hair between two fingers.
Chelsea wanted to stop him.
She wanted to pull away and run back into the safety of the house.
She wanted to slap his hand away.
But she couldn’t do any of those. She stood frozen, mesmerized by the dark appreciation in his eyes as he examined her hair.
“Your walls are strong,” he murmured, his palm so close to her cheek that she could feel the heat of his skin. “Why are you afraid of me?”
Chelsea swallowed, unable to clear the lump developing in her throat. “I’m not afraid. I’m cautious. I don’t associate with demons.”
He laughed, then pursed his lips as he stared into her, “You really don’t know much, do you?” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she turned her head towards his hand, closing her eyes when he
cupped her cheek. A rush of excitement sped from her fingertips along her arms and settled in her chest as she sucked in a breath of air.
“Please stop,” she begged softly.
His thumb caressed her cheek along her eye socket. With her eyes still shut, she felt his lips brush across hers. And suddenly his touch was gone, and she snapped her lids open wide. He was walking away from her, a confident swagger to his steps. 
She didn’t even know his name.
“I’m called Rinu.”

Lacey Silks

“Don’t do it,” someone whispered from behind me.
That alone made me want to take a step forward, but the soothing voice stilled my whole body.
“Come on. Life can’t be that bad, can it?” he asked.
I looked to the side, where a handsome man in a white shirt was leaning over the railing, looking down instead of at me. Scratch that – handsome was a definite understatement of his perfectly chiseled jaw line,
broad muscular shoulders, and shoulder-length hair tied into a bun. Not the man-bun type right on top of the head, but one tied a bit lower, ponytail style, with the perfect tease all around to give his curls a puffier look.
“Are you trying to get me to talk?”
“Obviously it’s working,” he smirked, finally meeting my gaze. Those eyes were so captivating that I wondered if he’d been sent here by my guardian angel to save me.
“So, you’re the smart-ass type?”
“I’d say it takes one to know one, but I don’t want to anger you. Come on, beautiful, take my hand.” He reached out.
Why did he call me beautiful? I fell for it before, and I wasn’t about to fall for it again. I shook my head and tiptoed further away.
Fear flashed across his face before the composed look of I can handle anything the world throws at me returned. “You won’t jump,” he said.
“This isn’t Titanic. And you’re not Jack. Even if you were, I hate the name Jack, so there.”
That was true. Although Jack had been the instigator of my troubles, they were now fueled by someone much more dangerous. It was a wonder how much trouble a girl could get into in less than a month away from home.
“Ok, well, do me a favor, then. Let me at least call your parents to tell them their daughter is a pancake.”
“I don’t have any family, and eeww, that’s gross.”
“What? You think once you hit that pavement your pretty face will remain that way? No way, honey. Every bone in your body will break.
Did you know there are two hundred and six bones in a human body? And the tiny ones, like your fingers and toes, hurt like a bitch. Trust me, I know.”
He cracked his knuckles as he reached out his hand, and though I looked for a crooked finger, I couldn’t find one. Instead, I couldn’t help but stare at the fine lines of his digits, their length and strength.
“And yeah, you may say that it will last only a second.
But heck, I wouldn’t want to experience the last second of my life as the most painful one. I’d rather get a heart attack from fucking too hard.”
Chasing Shadows
Sophia Barron

Odd, that the brujo would be worried over such a small use of magic. Unless, he wanted the job, and was offended he hadn’t been asked. Delilah hadn’t figured out precisely how Joe tied into so much of the shifter community, but this was a theory she could test. “Have you tried to hire anyone else?”
“Nope.” Faith’s answer was simple, but Delilah caught the girl’s eyes following her gaze.
Joe flushed under the Faith’s calm regard, and shifted his weight back and forth as the moment, and the silence, stretched almost to the breaking point.
Finally, Delilah broke the tension. “Why not? I bet Joe knows some pretty neat spells that could do what you’re asking.” She couldn’t help but grin at Joe’s obvious discomfort.
Faith shrugged, and her chin dropped. Delilah could practically see the thoughts spinning in the girl’s head. She didn’t miss the furtive glare the girl sent toward Joe, either. Interesting, indeed.
Delilah cleared her throat, and deliberately bumped the candy jar. That was enough to drag an answer out of Faith.
“His magic’s too dark, and too old. Besides, he’s always grumpy, and this is supposed to be a party.” The kid drew out the word party in the most amusing way. Still, something about that simple, direct answer had Del’s nerves on edge.
She’d been leery of Joe for a while. But Del surely wouldn’t call him old old. The man had a long way to go to hit gray hair and rocking chair days. He couldn’t be much more than a few years older than Del so why was Faith worried about his magic being too old? It might be time to do a little
investigating into the man’s past. Later.
“Alright, I’ll consider it. What will my payment be?” Del kept her whole attention focused on the little girl, determined to give this bargain the weight it deserved. The child was young, but great power deserved
“I thought maybe I could help you with your wards.” Faith stared at the tapestry behind Del, and goose bumps danced up Del’s arms. She hated to turn down the kid’s payment; but that was too much to ask of such a young child. Even though Del knew in her heart their magic would intertwine perfectly, if those wards ever back-lashed—she couldn’t put the kid in the line
of fire.
“Honey, I appreciate the offer, but—”
A quiet cough interrupted her. “It’s too much for the simple spells she,” Joe nodded toward Del, then crouched in front of Faith and continued, “will need to make your party perfect.”
“Brujo, I don’t want your dark magic.” Faith’s young voice went chill in a heartbeat. Delilah could feel the child’s magic starting to pool. Shit.
“I know, dulcissime puer” Joe said. He rocked back on his heels, kept his voice soft and unthreatening. “I wasn’t offering. When you bargain with spells, you must trade like for like or reap the consequences.”
His words faded to a near-whisper as he finished his explanation.
Joe stayed crouched, calm and cool despite the looming weight of gathering power poised to hammer him and the entire shop to bits.
Brave man, or stupid man? Heart racing, Del shoved the question aside in favor of readying a grounding spell. Just in case. As she prepped, she took a moment to really look at Joe. Dark hair, broad shoulders, killer ass. And apparently patience for days.
Taking Charge
Shannon Macallan

My pulse is racing.  I’ve just asked her out.  She hasn’t said yes yet, but she also didn’t just immediately say no.  Did I wake up in bizzaro world this morning? 
The single-breasted uniform jacket is suddenly warm; my necktie too constricting.  I can’t catch my breath.
“Well, if you’d like to explore Charleston at all, I’ve got a car.”  Her eyes light up with interest.  “Well, it’s transportation, at
least.  Reliable transportation.  Mostly.”  In other company I wouldn’t have any reason to be embarrassed by the truck, but Miranda McGuire didn’t grow up riding around in that sort of
“So, dinner and you’ll show me around town?”
“If you’d be interested, yes.  I’d, ah, I’d be happy to.”  I’m starting to have second thoughts about this.  What if she says no?  Fuck that, what if she says yes?  If she says no, I know how to handle that situation.  I just write it off as experience and try again with someone else.
I’ve just asked out the daughter of one of the ten richest men in America.  What the hell am I supposed to do if she says yes? 
“Then I’d love to take you up on it.”  Miranda sets down the cup of coffee she’d poured for Eldridge and digs around in a small leather bag.  “Ah hah!
Here we go.”  She’s doing something at the counter, but with her back to me I can’t tell what.  No, she’s writing something.  She’s bent slightly at the waist, and oh damn.  There’s a long, slow curve down her back, down to where her waist pinches in, and then flaring outward again where her skirt is stretched tight over an absolutely perfect- Down, boy!  Stop staring at that beautiful ass!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop the clock.  What did she just say?
“You just said…” My voice trails off.  I know I sound like an idiot, but I simply cannot believe that this girl, this beautiful and intelligent girl, and oh by the way rich, may have just said yes to me.
“Yes, Jack,” she says, her voice warm.  “I’d love to have dinner with you tonight, and I’d love it if you showed me around your city.”  My eyes are wide with shock, and I’m absolutely sure I’m turning red.  She
presses something into my hand, closing my fingers around it with both of hers.  It’s a business card, with a hand-written phone number on the back.
“Give me an hour or so after we finish in the conference room today, then call me.  We’ve got to get back in there, though.  Uncle Gerry will be
wondering where his coffee is, and he’ll be lost without me feeding him information.” 
Her heels are clicking down the hallway before I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding.  I already miss the warmth of her hands wrapped around mine.  Where am I going to take her tonight?  What the hell have I gotten myself into?


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