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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Book Review: Hell’s Highway (The Devil’s Daughter Book 3) by G.A. Chase

Hell’s Highway (The Devil’s Daughter Book 3)
by G.A. Chase
January 15, 2019
Having put down the latest batch of escaped doppelgangers, Sere Mal-Laurette felt she’d earned a little time off from demon hunting. She was wrong.

Her inattention has allowed a new batch of hellions to rise from the swamp and abduct Rampart Thibodaux. With the hot ex-Navy SEAL’s blood and soul infecting her, Sere has no choice but to jump back on her motorcycle to rescue him. Her quest will cost her dearly but also bring her closer to being human than she could have imagined.

Sere’s emotional roller-coaster ride of human experiences, however, is overshadowed by the rise of a new devil – one who isn’t satisfied with simply claiming hell as his only domain.

Sere had hoped for a break after sending the last group of doppelgangers back to hell but when Bart is kidnapped she has no option but to rescue him. What she finds on this mission are real emotions for Bart and she is unsure what to make of them. This mission could be the costliest of them all.

The sizzle heats up between Sere and Bart in a way that Sere had only imagined. When Bart infected her with his blood the connection became something that no one on the team expected. The characters in book 3 of the Devil’s Daughter series have developed and become something that you can relate to. Power is the ultimate want of evil and one of the most powerful and old families of New Orleans is no exception.

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Denise B

About the Author:
G.A. Chase's first official foray into writing was the science fiction series Technopia under the name Greg Chase.

But his passion for New Orleans pulled him from the stars back down to Earth. He fell in love with Big Easy the moment he ate his first dish of crawfish etouffee in a French Quarter restaurant. Gazing at the neighboring two-hundred-year-old structures, he announced to his wife, fellow writer Deanna Chase, that he could easily live in this city. Her look of shock indicated she thought he had been possessed by one of the city's demons.

That was in 2003 and that spirit still hasn't turned him loose. By writing stories inspired and based in New Orleans he hopes to placate his personal demons and angels.

Book Review: Summoned to Thirteenth Grave (Charley Davidson Book 13) by Darynda Jones (no spoilers)

Summoned to Thirteenth Grave (Charley Davidson Book 13)
by Darynda Jones
January 15, 2019

Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Pages: 304
Charley Davidson, Grim Reaper extraordinaire, is pissed. She’s been kicked off the earthly plane for eternity –which is exactly the amount of time it takes to make a person stark, raving mad. But someone’s looking out for her, and she’s allowed to return after a mere hundred years in exile. Is it too much to hope for that not much has changed? Apparently it is. Bummer.

She’s missed her daughter. She’s missed Reyes. She’s missed Cookie and Garrett and Uncle Bob. But now that she’s back on earth, it’s time to put to rest burning questions that need answers. What happened to her mother? How did she really die? Who killed her? And are cupcakes or coffee the best medicine for a broken heart? It all comes to a head in an epic showdown between good and evil in this final smart and hilarious novel.

Charley has been exiled from the earthly plane forever but for some unknown reason, she is allowed to return after only a hundred plus years in exile. She has missed everyone while she was gone, and she has so many questions about what has happened, how her mother died, if there is still coffee?

In the final saga, Jones has pulled out all the stops. One of the best-written books to date and still as funny as ever! She has filled the final book with so many surprises you cannot even begin to fathom what will happen. This was truly a tribute to the Charley Davidson series that would make any author or reader proud. Since there were a few things that were not finished, I really hope that there are plans in the works for the next series by Jones.

Getting 5 sheep

Denise B

About the Author:

NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys.

Monday, January 14, 2019

Comic Review: Prom of the Dead by David Dwonch

Spores Vol. 1: Prom of the Dead
Sept 10, 2018
Dave Dwonch (Writer)
Dave Dwonch (Letterer)
Santiago Guillen (Artist)
Daniel Arruda Massa (Colorist)
Full Color/ 
90 pages/ softcover
Rated Mature
Behemoth Comics
Set against the backdrop of a secluded prep school, Spores Volume One chronicles the adventures of three friends as they try to survive the most terrifying event of their young lives: Prom Night. And the zombie outbreak isn't going to make it any easier! As the outbreak spreads rapidly through the school celebration, it’s clear that not everyone is going to make it out alive.

I know what you're thinking...another zombie comic. To be fair, yes, there are zombies but David Dwonch would never write a simple cliched zombie story. 

I first heard about Prom of the Dead on Kickstarter last year and immediately supported it because Dave has never let me down and the artwork was fabulous.
I got more than I expected. There is lots of zombie killing and people eating action with an incredible sense of doom and suspense throughout. The writing and art work together in perfect harmony resulting in a well-developed cast of characters that you are invested in before you realize it. Even the a$$hole characters (this is high school after all). The story moves fast and plot twists abound. Oh, the disappointment when I turned a page and there was no more! And we're not talking a big cliffhanger ending, just the next phase of the story type of thing.

If you're looking for a comic with horror, humor, high school flashbacks, nail-biting suspense, and a plot meatier than a human thigh then give Prom of the Dead a look.


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Sunday, January 13, 2019

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Saturday, January 12, 2019

Excerpt: Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night Series, #2) by Alex Grayson + giveaway

Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night Series, #2)
by Alex Grayson
January 10, 2019
257 pages
The Hell Night Series continues with JW's story!

As the Sheriff of Malus, Texas, JW takes his oath to protect its citizens very seriously. Born from an ugly past, he swears no child, woman, or man will ever endure what he and his brothers have. As he seeks retribution of the ones who have wronged him, his past and his present finally collide. Secrets are laid open. Ones that are so heinous, they'll rock the very foundation of JW's life.

When Eden blazes into town, hot with her own threatening troubles bearing down on her, JW steps in as her protector. It's not only his duty, but a need he can't ignore. The chemistry between the two is instant and all too tempting.

Giving in was easy, but the consequences were high.

JW never knew the disturbing destruction that would rain down on Malus by getting involved with the red-headed gypsy.

Danger lurks just around the corner--it's dark, terrifying, and malicious.

JW is bitter because of his gruesome past. Eden is sweet despite hers. Together, will they create a beautiful future, or will it all end in bitter sweet hell?
DISCLAIMER: Intended for readers 18 years and older due to mature content, abusive situations, and harsh language. May contain triggers for some readers. Please read with caution.
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AFTER LEAVING REMI AND GRACE at their places, which were on our way to Judge’s, we walk up the steps to Judge and Jenny’s house. All of Judge’s women have a place of their own. Most times, he’s with one of them, but every so often, he’ll stay in his renovated childhood home. When my brothers and I came back to town ten years ago, we all had our homes gutted and refurbished, not wanting anything from our pasts to invade our futures.

Eden stops at the screen door and turns to face me.

“Thanks for walking me home.”

Those metal bracelets she’s always wearing clink together as she grabs her braid and twirls the end around her finger.

“It was my pleasure.” I take the end of her braid from her hand and finger the strands myself. “You should go without the scarf more often. Your hair is gorgeous.”

Her eyelids lower and her tongue darts out to swipe her bottom lip, tempting me to run my tongue along the same path and lick away the moisture she left behind.

Her voice drops when she speaks again. “It’s a pain to take care of. I’ve been thinking about cutting it off.”

“No,” I growl before I can stop myself. Her brows shoot up, so I soften my tone. “It’d be a sin to cut off all this stunning hair.”

She smirks. “I highly doubt God would fault me for cutting my hair.”

“You’re probably right. Let me rephrase. It would be an utter shame.”

I step closer to her, my fingers still gripping her braid. I wrap it around my fist. She moves back a step and her ass meets the screen door. I twist the braid a couple more times.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her eyes darkening to an emerald green.

I close the remaining gap between us. “Showing you the benefits of not cutting your hair.”

Pulling gently on her braid until her head tips back, I dip down until my lips graze hers. They’re soft and sweet. So much fucking better than I imagined.

Her mouth opens when she releases a breathy moan, and I take advantage, sweeping my tongue inside to explore better. My cock swells against the zipper of my jeans, and I want nothing more than to hoist her up and grind myself against her warm center. Preferably with her skirt lifted. Would she be bare beneath her skirt or would she have on a pair of cute little panties? Either would work for me.

Her small hands grip my shirt at my sides, and I wonder if she’s going to push me away or pull me closer. I’d stop if she wanted me to, but I really fucking hope she doesn’t.

When her grip tugs me closer and her tongue shyly meets mine, I groan in relief. I shift closer and encircle my arm around her waist, pressing her flush against me. My dick both weeps and rejoices at the intimate contact. Leaving her delicious lips behind, I trail wet kisses down the side of her neck. The unique flavor of her skin is addicting, like heroine to a druggy.

“Want to know why I don’t want you to cut your hair?” I murmur against her neck.

Her head tips back until it thumps against the door. “Why?” she breathes.

I nip the flesh where her neck meets her shoulder.

“Because I want to feel it trailing over my chest as you ride my cock.”

She shudders out a breath, her nails digging into my sides. I nudge away the thin material of her shirt on her shoulder with my chin and run my tongue and lips over the exposed skin.

“I also want to wrap it around my fist and use it to tug you back as I fuck you from behind. I bet your pussy would strangle my cock when I do that, wouldn’t it?”

Instead of answering verbally, she nods and presses her hips hard against mine. I wedge one of my legs between hers and press my thigh into her core. Surprise and pleasure force a growl from my lips when she wraps her calf around my leg and digs her pussy onto my thigh.

I’m fucking dying. Dying to flip her around, toss up her skirt, and give us the pleasure we both crave. I’m dying to drop to my knees and lick up every drop I know her body has produced. I’m Goddamn dying to have her delectable lips surround my cock and have her suck until she drains me. I’d grip her long hair and help guide her to the finish line.

A throat clearing behind us has Eden stiffening in my arms. I don’t give a fuck who it is, I want to kill them. Eden lifts her head from the door and peers over my shoulder at the unwanted and untimely intruder. My grip on her hair tightens for a fraction of a second before I let her go. Red tints her cheeks, but I’m not sure if it’s from what we were just doing or being caught by Judge and Jenny. Her eyes shoot to me, and she gently presses against my chest. I take a step back, missing her body against mine the second it’s gone.

“Sorry!” Jenny squeaks from behind us.

I shoot Judge a glare over my shoulder. The bastard has the audacity to raise an eyebrow, like he doesn’t care what he just interrupted. He meanders up the fucking stairs, as if cock-blocking me is an everyday occurrence, his hand entwined with Jenny’s, pulling her behind him. At least she has the sense to look embarrassed and regretful for the interruption.

I step back from Eden and pull her to the side, so the two can go inside.

“Payback’s a bitch,” I inform Judge in low tones as he opens the screen door.

“This was payback. For the time you interrupted Layla and me in the back of The Hill.”

“Fucker,” I mutter, because he’s right. That shit was hilarious at the time. It’s not so funny now.

He laughs and lets the screen door slam behind him. “No fucking on my porch,” he calls out.

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About the Author:
Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.

Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats, and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers.