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Sunday, January 21, 2018

Book Review: Judgment Road (Torpedo Ink #1) by Christine Feehan

Judgment Road (Torpedo Ink #1)
by Christine Feehan
January 23, 2018

462 pages
Berkley Publishing
An outlaw motorcycle club sets up shop next door to Sea Haven in the dangerously sexy new series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.

A brutal education in a Russian training facility for assassins has taught this group of men one thing:

It's a long road to redemption.

JUDGMENT ROAD

As the enforcer of the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club, Reaper lives for riding and fighting. He's a stone-cold killer who turns his wrath on those who deserve it. Feelings are a weakness he can't afford--until a gorgeous bartender gets under his skin...

Near Sea Haven, the small town of Caspar has given Anya Rafferty a new lease on life. And she's desperate to hold on to her job at the biker bar, even if the scariest member of the club seems to have it out for her. But Reaper's imposing presence and smoldering looks just ratchet up the heat. 

Anya's touch is everything Reaper doesn't want--and it brands him to the bone. But when her secrets catch up to her, Reaper will have to choose between Anya and his club--his heart and his soul.

Torpedo Ink is the brand-new bad-ass motorcycle club series by paranormal romance author extraordinaire Christine Feehan. Judgment Road, the first installment in the series, is the tale of Reaper and Anya; he’s the club’s deadly enforcer, she’s the mysterious new bartender something to hide. Their attraction is undeniable and completely combustible but when both parties have more than their fair share of baggage, a harmonious union is next to impossible. Therein lay the delicious drama of Judgment Road.


Readers familiar with Feehan’s work will be well-acquainted with her off the charts sexy style, so it should come as no surprise that Judgment Road—a story about dangerous outlaw bikers —is a deliciously dirty good time. You’ve been warned, or lured, whatever suits your reading preference. Personally, I loved Judgement Road. The damaged bad boy motif never seems to get old for me. While the basic plot isn’t overly original, Judgment Road is some fine storytelling to kick off what will likely be a fan-fave series. While I find some aspects of Feehan’s biker club construct to be problematic, I was able to suspend my feminist outrage and enjoy the ride; a few eye-rolls notwithstanding.

The paranormal aspects of the Torpedo Ink club are subtle so far. Members of the club are highly trained assassins, each member possessing ‘gifts’ that make them dangerously indispensable to the group. These gifts seem to have been honed rather than inherited. Through extreme duress, club members learned to use their minds to survive. I cannot wait for the rest of this series to roll out. With a complete cast of varied members, I look forward to reading the next member’s story. I especially look forward to reading the stories of the female members of Torpedo Ink.

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Bianca Greenwood

About the Author:
I write every day and have done so since I was old enough to pick up a pen. (I spent a lot of time getting in trouble at school for writing instead of doing the things I was supposed to do.) Once I create my characters, I try very hard to have them react to situations as they really would. Sometimes I have preconceived ideas of what I would like them to do, but they don't mind me, because it would be out of character for them. They take on a life of their own. Sometimes when I throw difficult situations at them in the hopes I'll get a certain reaction and they don't do what I want, I complain bitterly to my husband and he laughs at me. Still, it is important to me to have them be real, not perfect people, so they make mistakes we lesser mortals might make.

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It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation...

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York's poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity's sake. She doesn't fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny's twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she'd never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing's more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she's always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami's missteps and she'll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she's finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?

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His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.

It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.

She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he'd turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn't planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn't care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn't want anything to ruin it.

"Mmm, you taste foolishly brave," he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.

Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.

She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.

"You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?" he asked. "Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?"

If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he'd been aware, only turned her on more.

"No, but it's a start," she replied.

He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh. "Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it's a start."

He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn't have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.

Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.

Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn't afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.

Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire's secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.

"You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way," she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.

A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.

"That's what makes decorating so easy," he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. "The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?"

"My feet never get cold," she replied.

She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. "Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge."

It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.

"You're free to take it however you like," she pointed out, but it wasn't flippant.

No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.

"I don't need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want," he stated, before lowering his voice even more. "I don't wait for holidays."


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A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.

She's 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. When A.C. isn't writing, being mom or doing the day-job gig, you can catch her gaming, binge-watching Netflix or anxiously awaiting the new superhero movie (specifically, Deadpool 2).


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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Spotlight: Imperfect Monster (A Dark Romance) by Jennifer Bene + giveaway

IMPERFECT MONSTER
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Imperfect Monster (A Dark Romance)
by Jennifer Bene
January 20, 2018
Genre: Dark Romance, suspense, erotica
320 pages
I'm a monster. There are no pretty words for the things I've done.

Andre has been undercover for too many years. It's made him cold, ruthless, vicious... a monster in Paulo Garcia's drug empire. Then Nicky shows up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth. She just wanted to save her brother, but now she’s the one in danger and this imperfect monster is her only hope. Another twisted dark romance from USA Today bestseller Jennifer Bene!





An unputdownable new story by Jennifer Bene. Packed with an unrelenting darkness, fear, unexpected turns, and some sizzling sex scenes.
- Ally's Book Reviews, Goodreads Reviewer

Finally, a book labeled as dark that truly is dark. This is the somewhat violent, often twisted and definitely dubious and steamy story of Nicky and Andre. And what a well written, attention holding, mind-blowing story it is.
- Louise Hallett, Goodreads Reviewer

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Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Horror, and more. While she’s been writing for years, it's always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological story lines. Don’t worry though, she always insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark we'd never appreciate the l
ight.


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Book Review: The Girl Without Magic (The Chronicles of Maggie Trent Book 1) by Megan O’Russell

The Girl Without Magic (The Chronicles of Maggie Trent Book 1)
by Megan O’Russell
January 9th, 2018
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
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Death would have been easier, but the Siren wasn’t through with her.

Seventeen-year-old Maggie Trent fell out of a battle and into the Siren’s Realm, a land where secrets hide in the shadows and pleasure comes at a price Maggie is unwilling to pay.

The time for the Siren’s reckoning has come, sweeping away all she deems unworthy to live in her realm. Those without magic are hunted by the Siren. Those with magic are hunted by the Stricken. Fighting or hiding seem necessary to survive. But there is a different way.

Bertrand Wayland, unaging and unrelenting in his determination for Maggie to accept her fate, slips in and out through the stitches that bind the Siren’s Realm to other worlds, gaining magic and having glorious adventures. When Maggie follows Bertrand out of the Siren’s Realm, seeking an adventure of her own, she finds instead a world of magic on the eve of war. To save innocent lives Maggie risks her heart, her life, and her only chance of returning to the Siren’s Realm.


What an interesting and exciting adventure Maggie Trent experienced in the first book of The Chronicles of Maggie Trent: The Girl Without Magic. One minute Maggie was fighting a battle with witches and wizards and the next moment she’s dead. But instead of dead, Maggie finds herself in the Siren’s Realm. A place where magic buys you anything you wish for but once your magic is gone it’s gone and that’s not something Maggie is willing to risk

One of the first people Maggie meets in the Siren’s Realm is Bertrand Wayland. He wants to help Maggie accept her new world but Maggie doesn’t know if she can trust him and tries to avoid him at all costs. After witnessing a cleansing of the realm, Maggie decides to follow Bertrand to another dimension so she can refill her magic and see what’s on the other side. What she finds is whole other world that is similar yet different than the one she came from and that is in desperate need of help

This paranormal, young adult book is not only good for the younger audiences but for all adults. There are witches and wizards, spells, other realms, romance, and war, just about a little bit of everything that makes this an exciting, unique read that you’re sure to enjoy!

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Megan is a native of Upstate New York who spends her time traveling the country as a professional actor. Megan’s current published works include YA series The Tethering and Girl of Glass, as well as the Christmas romance Nuttycracker Sweet. 2017 projects include The Tale of Bryant Adams: How I Magically Messed Up My Life in Four Freakin’ Days, and The Chronicles of Maggie Trent: The Girl Without Magic.
For more information on Megan’s books visit MeganORussell.com.


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Friday, January 19, 2018

Book Review: The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins by Aletta Thorne

The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins
by Aletta Thorne
October 26, 2017
Genre: paranormal romance, 
mainstream romance, holiday
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ASIN: B076WJK63L
Number of pages: 158
Word Count: 51,000
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
What happens if you have a one-nighter—with a ghost?

Halloween, 1982. MTV is new, poodle perms are the rage, and life just might be getting better for Alma Kobel. Her ugly divorce is final at last. Her new job as chef at Bright Day School’s gorgeous old estate is actually fun. But the place is haunted—and so is Alma’s apartment.

Bartholomew Addison Jenkins’ ghost has been invisibly watching Alma for months. When he materializes one night, Alma discovers Bart—as he likes to be called—has talents she couldn’t have imagined … and a horrifying past. Can you have a one-nighter with a ghost? And what happens if you decide one night is all you want—and end up ghosting him? Some spirits don’t like taking “no” for an answer.

Alma is broke after her divorce but happy as a chef at Bright Day School’s where she is in charge of the kitchen staff and all the meals. The estate is fun, beautiful and did I mention haunted? Alma is shocked to find out she’s had a ghost at her apartment watching her for quite a while by the name of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins who died in the 1700’s. She’s also surprised to find that he is somewhat of a legend in town.

A cute little story that takes place in the early 80’s about love, ghosts, and everyday life. The characters are relatable with a few little surprises along the way. The sparks that ignite enhance the story’s romance.

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Excerpt:
A ghost. Of course he was a ghost—even though before that night, she’d never felt anything spooky at her place in the almost-year she’d lived in it. Alma still had the plate with the omelet on it in one hand. Ghosts didn’t eat, did they? She held it out to him anyway.

“Go ahead and have your supper,” he said. “I don’t need food. I take it you understand why.”

Alma nodded, not sure what to say. For a ghost, the man looked rather … dashing, she decided was the world. He must have been muscular in life. There were nicely rounded biceps under that loose shirt, and they showed when he moved his arms. His knee knickers fit tightly over a flat belly, and his stockings made his calves look like they were made out of smooth, white marble. His eyes were a startling, luminous golden brown.

“Sadly, we are still perfectly able to smell a good meal cooking.”

“We?” Alma said.

The man nodded. “Your dead,” he said, solemnly.

“My dead?” she said.

“Well, you live here, don’t you? So, I’m your dead, now.” He stopped looking so serious then and as if guys in knee knickers and white stockings were born doing it, he opened her refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of Chablis. “Here, give me your glass,” he said, and topped it off. The glow from the refrigerator’s light made him even more luminous—and just the slightest bit translucent.

“Thanks,” she said, although it was her wine. She put her plate and glass down on a little enamel-topped kitchen table she’d bought at a local church thrift shop and pulled out one of the table’s funky old chairs for herself.

“Fork? Napkin?” he said, pulling those things out of the drawers next to Alma’s stove. Alma used cloth napkins from the restaurant supplier—big white ones.

“You know where my things are,” she said, spreading the napkin across her lap.

“That shouldn’t surprise you,” he said. “Eat your omelet while it’s hot. Go ahead.”

Alma took a bite. “Um, the pepper grinder on the stove?” she said. “Could you, please?”

“My lady.” He smiled and handed it to her with a little bow.

She ground a little pepper over her plate and took another bite and sipped her wine. He sat down across from her, put his elbows on the table, and his chin in his hands.

“I enjoy watching you eat.”

“Okay, I guess. It’s not … weird?”

“No.”

A ghost is watching me eat an omelet. “What’s your name?”

“Bartholomew Addison Jenkins,” he said. “These days, I just use Bart.”

“These days. But you’ve been here since you…”

“Since 1784,” he said.

“Which was when you died, I guess.”

“I must tell you, dear lady, saying that to one of us is considered rude. In better ghostly circles, that is. Some of us are not aware we are dead. Some of us do not like to be reminded of it.”

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Aletta Thorne believes in ghosts. In her non-writing life, she is a choral singer, a poet, a sometimes DJ, and a writer about things non-supernatural. But she’s happiest in front of a glowing screen, giving voice to whoever it is that got her two cats all riled up at three AM. Yes, her house is the oldest one on her street. And of course, it’s quite seriously haunted (scared the ghost investigator who came to check it out). She is named after a little girl in her family who died in the late nineteenth century, at the age of two. The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins is her first romance.

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