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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Comic Review: BUFFY: THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS--FREAKS & GEEKS TPB from Dark Horse Comics

Artist: Yishan Li
Colorist: Rod Espinosa
Cover Artist: Scott Fischer
Genre: Action/Adventure, Horror, Science-Fiction
June 01, 2016
Format: FC, 80 pages; TPB, 6'' x 9''
Price: $10.99
Age range: 10
ISBN-10: 1-61655-667-6
ISBN-13: 978-1-61655-667-9

For a Slayer, high school is hell!

Buffy the Vampire Slayer is back in classic action in a tale set during her first year at Sunnydale High School! Burdened with the stress of a new school, making new friends, and sleepless nights spent slaying the undead, Buffy becomes the target of a group of nerdy vampires hoping to climb the vampire social ladder.

* Eisner Award–winning author Faith Erin Hicks (The Adventures of Superhero Girl)!

* Set during Season 1 of the television series.

“They’re bringing the angst, the action, and the cool to Buffy the Vampire Slayer!”—Bleeding Cool

Yessss! Dark Horse Comics is taking Buffy fans back, way back, to the high school years! Prepare for teenage angst, growing pains and those funny puns that make you remember why you fell in love with Buffy and the gang in the first place!

Going back to the high school years, Buffy, Willow and Xander are having a typical day at school, being ignored by the popular crowd and struggling through their classes (Well, not Willow). At night they’re in the graveyard hunting vampires and Buffy reminisces of a time when she was as popular as Cordelia Chase. In the meantime, it seems like the vampire world has its own version of “Mean Girls” when a group of unpopular students-turned vampires are declined entrance into a hot night club. The bouncer points out that they were losers in their human lives and that carried on into their vampire life. He tells the very unpopular group that perhaps if they killed the Slayer they’d be considered something worth admiring. Of course there’s always the one unpopular kid who wants revenge and this sets off a quest to kill the Slayer. They almost succeed too because they attack Buffy’s weak spot: Her friendship with Willow and Xander, two very unpopular students.

Buffy, The High School Years: Freaks and Geeks was a fun read for me. This first issue was a bit on the lighter side than what regular readers may be used to but it worked! The story, by Faith Erin Hicks, had such quick dialogue between characters that time passed so quickly and before I knew it I had finished the short adventure. Hicks captured Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles’ individual personalities perfectly and it was no effort at all to hear their individual voices in my head. What I found really interesting was that the villains were a parallel to Buffy and her friends. They were unpopular themselves but rather than appreciate that they had each other, one of them had to push for her spot in the popular crowd, whereas Buffy, having once been popular, has settled into the unpopular crowd because she now has real friends to stand by her and love her for who she is. Pretty neat message in such a short story.

The artwork, by Yishan Li had a “Saturday Morning Cartoon” feel to it which took me back to those days but at the same time each illustration drew the eye to specific details in each scene. The characters are recognizable but still managed to have a slightly different look than the tv series versions and again the light heartedness of this issue carried over into the illustrations giving it a totally “teenage” feel that I appreciated.

Buffy, The High School Years: Freaks and Geeks had what I remember from the early days of Buffy plus much more. I was not only taken back to those early days for the characters but to my own teenage years which in some cases made me cringe. I look forward to reading more of this incarnation of my favorite group.

Sheep Rating: 4 Nostalgic Sheep

Adria Reyes

Friday, April 29, 2016

Book Review: Z: A Demonica Underworld Novella by Larissa Ione

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Z: A Demonica Underworld Novella
By: Larissa Ione
April 26, 2016
154 pages
Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Zhubaal, fallen angel assistant to the Grim Reaper, has spent decades searching for the angel he loved and lost nearly a century ago. Not even her death can keep him from trying to find her, not when he knows she’s been given a second chance at life in a new body. But as time passes, he’s losing hope, and he wonders how much longer he can hold to the oath he swore to her so long ago…

As an emim, the wingless offspring of two fallen angels, Vex has always felt like a second-class citizen. But if she manages to secure a deal with the Grim Reaper — by any means necessary — she will have earned her place in the world. The only obstacle in the way of her plan is a sexy hardass called Z, who seems determined to thwart her at every turn. Soon it becomes clear that they have a powerful connection rooted in the past…but can any vow stand the test of time?

Sure, you can look at the page count and get a little disappointed. I mean, it's Ione and we who know her works, LOVE them. But don't let the page numbers fool your mind. This novella gives you all the bang for your buck and more then enough of that amazing PNR this talented author can dish out. 

A hot romance that did a nice job pulling me within that first chapter. You really don't want to stop reading this one. Tons of demons for those that love a hellish good time. Adventure down in the underworld, which actually gives this tale a more epic journey feeling. Sexy men who walk on the dark side, cause they need to have some fun too! 

A nice twist that puts a fun spin on this darker one. Lead characters that draw you in and snarky good times to be had by all. Really what more could you want?! If you're already a Demonica  fan then you will really enjoy this one. If you're not, this is an awesome way to get a taste of all the stories in this overall arc. Good stuff! 

Getting 4 'Ares is my lord' Sheep 


Inside Sheoul, the demon realm sometimes called Hell, evil was everywhere.

It dripped off the sides of the sheer rock walls in streaks of black acid that ate into the stone with a hiss. It wafted through the humid air on tendrils of mist that reeked of sulfur and decaying flesh. And, as Vex watched, it oozed like toothpaste from out of a fissure in midair that only people like her could see.

Her purple-tipped black hair, already short and spiky, stood even more on end as the thing squeezing out of the fissure, a dead demon’s soul, popped free of whatever realm and mystical enclosure it had been inside.

The toothpastey glob took a transparent, vaguely humanoid shape, but its glowing crimson eyes were sharp and clear. A malevolent wave of rage and hate rolled off the soul, and Vex backed away, even though escape was impossible for her.

She was what her parents had called a daemani, a demon soul magnet, a person to whom souls stuck like glue. According to them, most daemanis couldn’t prevent it from happening, and that was a serious pain in the ass. If a demon died near Vex, not even the Grim Reaper’s personal daemanis, creatures called griminions, had a chance to collect the soul before it got sucked into her and stored as a glyph on her skin.

The demon shrieked, a sound only she or another soul-sensitive person could hear, as it struggled to keep from being sucked into the prison of her body. In a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable, she fled, her booted feet nimbly negotiating the rock shard-strewn ground that was all too common in this part of Sheoul.

But no matter how fast she ran, every time she looked over her shoulder, the distance between her and the soul had decreased. Closer. Closer.

Larissa Ione - headshot
About the Author:
1001 Dark Nights
Larissa Ione is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. An Air Force veteran, she traded in a career as a meteorologist to pursue her passion of writing. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her U.S. Coast Guard husband, her teenage son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhound, a King Shepherd named Hexe.

Author Leonard D. Hilley II Guest Post: A Typical Writing Day + giveaway

A Typical Writing Day
By Leonard D. Hilley II

Forrest Wollinsky: Vampire Hunter is my ninth novel.

So what is the writing process like for an author, and how does one get from page one of a novel to ‘The End?’

First, let me simply say that all writers are different. No two authors come from the same mold. We’re all eccentric in our own ways.

Currently, I am a full-time author. In 2014, my epic fantasy novel, Shawndirea, was released. I was blessed to see this novel remain in the Top 100 Fantasy Novels on Amazon for ten weeks. Shawndirea qualified me for membership with the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America, which had been a dream of mine when I first starting writing years ago. The second book in this series, Lady Squire: Dawn’s Ascension, was released in January.

My writing day starts around 2-3 a.m. I have an Espresso machine so it’s caffeine first. While drinking coffee, I check all my social media sites for messages and emails. I reread the pages I’ve written from the day before, revise, and add more description or dialogue. At 5 a.m. I go to the gym for a little over an hour and then eat breakfast.

Generally, I begin writing new material around 7 a.m. and stop around 4 p.m., Monday through Friday. Depending upon my mood, I write in my home office or in the living room. I unplug the router and disconnect the Internet while I work. This is an absolute necessity. Otherwise, I don’t get as much writing done. For example, with the Internet running, I write approximately 6-8 pages. Without the temptation of the Internet, I can write 16-22 pages. My best day produced 28 pages.

For most of my projects I need to research, so while I am writing, I jot down any questions or topics to look up at the end of the day. I love to research, so this is why the Internet can become a time-suck for me during the hours when I need to be writing, as I overindulge in finding information.

“How long does it take you to write a novel?”

Honestly, this depends upon the characters and the flow of the story. Forrest Wollinsky: Vampire Hunter was written in 22 days. This book simply gushed out. I have a science fiction novel that I have been working on for over ten years now (Finally finished!). Predicting how easily a book can be written is impossible. No two authors are alike, and no two books evolve in the same manner.

As an author, I have never outlined a book. I follow the characters, which was the advice Ray Bradbury gave years ago. A predetermined outline constricts the characters’ leeway. Forcing the characters to do something often brings about their own sense of rebellion. Without an outline I get the same “Ah-ha!” moment as the reader when a character does something unexpected. Elements of surprise keep readers reading, and this writer writing.

When I taught English courses at a local junior college, I explained my writing process to my students. I am simply the note-taker. I write down what I see and what the characters say. It’s their story. A good writer has to know his or her characters inside and out. Discover their likes, dislikes, and what makes them tick. Trust me, if you know your characters, they can sort through their own dilemmas and find a resolution that neatly wraps up a novel.

“Where do your ideas come from?” is another common question.

If you wish to become a writer, keep a notebook on hand at all times. Snippets come from time to time and if not written down while fresh in the mind, these words can become lost later when you want them the most. I also keep a daily journal; listing the number of words I write each day, so I have an accurate page number. This is good for tallying progress over time.

Here’s a reason why a notebook is handy: In 1996, I was getting ready to go to sleep when an opening sentence for a science fiction novel came to me. “Dropping a cat from the top of a ten-story office building was not the best way to remain hidden, but it was necessary.” (Before anyone frets, the cat isn’t a normal cat. It’s a genetically created shifter that looks like a cat. It isn’t killed or injured from the fall.) The sentence intrigued me, so I wrote it down. I didn’t have any characters, no plot, and essentially no idea where that line would take me. But from this one sentence, five books in the Predators of Darkness Series have evolved with two more planned in the near future. And the cat, by the way, is one of the most beloved characters in the series.

The beauty of a writer’s life is getting the unexpected. Shawndirea was never meant to be an epic fantasy. It was intended as a novella backstory for Devils Den, but these characters were over twenty years old in my mind. When the opportunity was presented for them to come alive on the page, they took over. I had anticipated a 40,000-word novel but ended up with 148,000 words. Lady Squire: Dawn’s Ascension was even longer—200,000 words. A third novel for this series is in the works.

“I work full-time and never have the time to write.”

Almost a year ago, I was teaching full-time. Two years earlier, I contacted one of my professors from graduate school, complaining that I was too exhausted to write and didn’t have the time to write. His reply? “A true writer will find the time to write regardless.”

That line hit home, and I’ve never looked back. While teaching, I’d write before classes began, during quarter breaks, between day and night classes, or on the weekends. Whenever I could squeeze in time to write, I did. I finished two novels in two years during my spare time. Books don’t write themselves. Words become sentences. Sentences become paragraphs, and paragraphs become pages. Over time the pages add up and you have finished a novel. But it never happens if you say, “One day when I have more time I’ll . . .”

Forrest Wollinsky: Vampire Hunter Vol. One
by Leonard D. Hilley II
Genre: YA Friendly; Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Publisher: Nocturnal Trinity Press
March 13, 2016
Number of pages: 266
Word Count: ~83,000
"Killing Vampires Since 1888."

I was born in Bucharest in 1880 in the heart of the vampire population. At eight years old, I was considered a freak of nature since I was already the size of an adult male. Other children my age, and some of my teachers, shunned me.

Being rejected by one’s peers cuts deeply. Then I met my first werewolf and discovered a master vampire was plotting to kill me because of what I am. From that moment, my destiny stole my future aspirations all men grow up wanting.

This is how my destiny begins.

Chapter One 

The Beginning 
Bucharest, 1888 

The wind howled like an awakening banshee as it swirled and lashed around our snow-covered cottage nestled in the barren trees at the edge of the forest. I was only eight years old, but it was the harshest winter in my one hundred and thirty-odd year memory. 

My father had been gone for several days, which wasn’t unusual. Mother had said that he was hunting and should return soon, but the blizzard had set in with a fury, burying the roads, fields, and the forest floor beneath several feet of snow. Wherever he was, he’d be stuck for quite some time. 

Snowdrifts lined three sides of our meager cottage and the snowstorm had barely started. The outside layers of snow helped insulate our rugged home. The warmth of the fire felt like the heat of summer, making it almost easy to forget about the freezing howling winds outside. 

The hearth fire crackled softly under a black bubbling pot of rabbit stew. Garlic cloves were strung together above a basket of dried yams. We had enough food to last out the week, which made me wonder why my father had chosen to hunt during the worst of the blizzard. 

My mother sat in her creaky rocker and was sewing a new coat for me from rabbit hides. Only eight, I was as husky and tall as a young man in his teens. It seemed that I outgrew my clothes about as quickly as she could make new ones. 

While she sewed, I sat near the fire and sharpened a long curved dagger my father had given me. He had traded fox hides for the blade, and I expected to soon use it whenever my father returned with his kill. 

A slight pause in the winds caused my mother to stop rocking. She leaned slightly forward and cocked her head to the side. The curious frown on her face caught my attention. I set down the whetstone and rose to my feet. 

A gentle rapping at the door was faintly noticeable since the winds had quieted, and probably would have gone completely unnoticed had they continued to whistle. But there it was again. 


A bit bolder, but not overly pronounced or with desperation. 

With my dagger gripped in my hand I eased toward the door. Confusion furrowed my mother’s brow. She set her quilt aside and held her scissors to her side, ready to help fend off whatever danger awaited outside that door. 

Stepping to the side of the door, I lifted the metal latch that secured the door and eased it against the door panel, careful to be silent. 


Without fear, I grabbed the large oval handle and yanked open the door. A whoosh of cold air sprang forward, sucking out our much-treasured heat. 

On the path directly outside the door, the snow was stained crimson beneath the gray overcast sky. A trail of blood cut farther down the path into the forest. Large heavy snowflakes dropped, steadily trying to erase the blood path. No other tracks were in the snow. No bandits or attackers were visible amongst the snowy tree trunks. The bloody path ended at the door where the body lay. 

A desperate weak hand shook, reaching up for me. 

“John!” my mother shouted, running across the room to the door. 

In terror I stared down into my father’s haunted eyes, barely recognizing him. His face was battered, and his eyes were swollen nearly shut. Blood caked in his graying beard. His useless legs twisted behind him. How far he had crawled or how he had managed to do so with the amount of blood he had lost? It was a mystery then, and remains so even to this day. By every means he should have been dead, long before he got to the door, but his stubborn determination enabled him to ignore his pain and fight to pull himself back home. 

I sheathed my dagger and grabbed his nearly frozen hand, heaving him out of the snow and across the threshold. Mother quickly closed and secured the door when we were safely inside. 

My father’s cold hand fell from my grip and a huge sigh gushed from his mouth as he lost consciousness. 

“Father?” I asked, dropping to my knees in front of him. Blood trickled from his nose. I glanced toward Momma. “What happened to him?” 

“Get him to the bed,” she said, wiping away tears. 

Placing my hands beneath his underarms, I lifted, pulling him up enough to wrap my arms around his chest until he was upright. His body was cold, but the heat of his leaking wounds stuck to me. I cringed. So much blood. I fought tears. He was dying. Had to be. Nothing lost so much blood and survived. 

My father wasn’t a massive man, like he and my mother always insisted I would become. He actually weighed less than I and was several inches shorter. In spite of his stature, he was a crafty fighter, capable of defending himself against men twice his size. Stout and thinly muscular, he had incredible strength and feared no one. 

For once, I was proud of my abnormally large size and his lack thereof. I hefted him and walked toward the bed, his boots scraping the wooden floor as I moved. Gurgling sounds rumbled in his throat. 

“A bear?” I asked, looking at her. “Was he attacked by a bear?” 

Mother brought a pail of lukewarm water and set it by the bed. She shook her head and tore strips of cloth. 

I eased my father onto the bed and laid him back. He gasped and groaned in pain, but his eyes never opened. 

“Strip off his coat,” she said. “His boots, too.” 

I quickly obeyed. 

She peeled back his shirt, revealing long gashes across his chest and abdomen. The lacerations were too narrow to be from bear claws, but the cuts were dark and deep. Older white scars were visible. On his chest above his heart was the singed outline of a cross. Two puncture marks near his shoulder were swollen, bruised. Two dark dots. 

“What did this?” I asked, pointing at the wound. My fingers almost touched the marks, and she slapped my hand away. 

“No!” she gasped. 

“What kind of animal could do this?” 

Her dark eyes were hollowed from fear. She was paler than normal and seemed more delicate. 

“Mother, please tell me what did this to Father?” 

She took a damp cloth and washed blood from his nose and beard. With another cloth, she washed his forehead. Tears heated her eyes. She spat out a word with complete contempt as she whispered, “Vampire.” 

My chest tightened. Anger rippled inside me. “A vampire attacked him while he was hunting game?” 

“No,” she replied. “He was hunting the vampire.” 


“It is his calling, his duty. Magistrates and governors seek him out to kill vampires. They pay in gold and silver coins.” 

I stared at my father’s frail body. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. “Why has he never told me?” 

“To protect you.” 

“From what?” 



She nodded. 

Frowning, I asked, “Why would they wish to harm me? My schoolmates tell tales that are quite scary. I’d never venture into one of their lairs.” 

“You’re like your father, but you’re too young. In time you’ll be as fearless as he.” 

“Too young for what, Mother?” 

“To train to hunt the vampires.” 

My eyes widened and fastened upon my father’s incapacitated body. He was barely alive. The possibility that he would die during the night was greater than the chance of him surviving his injuries. I didn’t think I was foolish enough to pursue the fanged demons of the night. Trained or not, hunting vampires was destined to become a short-lived profession. 

“His legs are broken,” I said. 

She nodded. “I know.” 

Tears streamed down my mother’s cheeks. She cried quietly without calling attention to herself. I took a damp cloth and pressed it against one of the lacerations across my father’s stomach. I hoped the pressure might stop the bleeding. Some of the cuts were scabbing, but the two puncture wounds pulsed softly, in rhythm with his faint heartbeat. It was unnerving to witness, as if the injuries were alive, feeding off of his body. 

While I held the cloth, her eyes widened. She rushed from the side of the bed and ran to black water pot near the hearth. She was back in seconds. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked. 

Momma was too frantic for words. She turned my father’s head to the side, pried open his mouth, and black blood oozed out. She took the damp cloth and inserted it into his mouth with her finger. She swirled her cloth-covered finger around the inside of his mouth like one washed a dish. When she pulled out the cloth, it was saturated with more of the dark blood. 

“Is he bleeding that badly?” I asked. 

She shook her head. “It’s not his blood.” 


“Under the bed,” she said softly. “Get the box.” 

I lowered to my knees and peered under the bed. I grabbed the handle and pulled the heavy suitcase box out, scraping the floor loudly. 

I lifted the heavy box and set it on the edge of the bed. 

“Open it,” she said. 

I did. 

Inside of the box were several sharp wooden stakes, a wooden mallet, a silver cross, glass vials filled with powder, and more glass vials filled with clear liquid. My mother took one vial of the liquid, read the label, and popped the cork. She walked around to the other side of the bed. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“The puncture marks have to be purified and cleansed. Or your father will become a vampire.” 


“The bite somehow causes the victim to turn. Don’t ask me how. Your father would know but—” Her voice broke into sobs. 

I wanted to tell her that he was going to be okay, but I couldn’t tell a lie that convincingly. His condition was severe. No way to deny it. 

Then the revelation gripped me. I suddenly realized his injuries were intentionally far worse than I had imagined. The vampire who had inflicted the damage upon my father intended for him to die so that he, too, would become a vampire. 

“What’s in the vial?” I asked. 

“Holy water.” 

“That will cure him?” 

Mother replied, “If we can fully cleanse the wound, it’s possible that we can save him. But, it’s painful for him to endure. In his weakened condition, the cure might well kill him.” 

“And if that should happen?” 

“You will have to drive a stake through his heart. I can’t . . . I simply can’t do it.” 

Stunned, I looked into her eyes with uncertainty, questioning. She nodded solemnly. I knew the depth of her love for my father prevented her from killing him, even if he were to turn, but I wondered if I was capable. Could I drive a stake through the heart of my father? In the matter of age, I was still a boy, struggling with a problem that only an adult should have to consider. I had to shoulder the responsibility but how? 

About the Author:
Leonard D. Hilley II grew up in Fort Payne, AL, where his never-ending curiosity introduced him to the world of biology and books. During his youth he was an avid insect collector and reared butterflies and moths. His love for science eventually merged with his writing. He currently resides in Marietta, Ohio, where he writes science fiction thrillers, epic high fantasy, and YA mysteries.

Education: B.S. Biology; MFA in Creative Writing

Leonard D. Hilley II is the author of Predators of Darkness: Aftermath, Beyond the Darkness, The Game of Pawns, Death's Valley, Shawndirea, and Devils' Den.

Leonard D. Hilley II also writes short stories for YA. Two books were inspired by his love of biology: Rearing Dragons in My Backyard and Fiddling Worms. He also writes a mystery series for YA: Dee's Mystery Solvers.

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Thursday, April 28, 2016

Book Review: The Magic of Cape Disappointment by Julie Manthey

by Julie Manthey
Paperback, 258 pages
December 12th 2015
Is it possible that love is the most powerful magic of all?

Growing up, her family insisted upon her destiny as a powerful healer based on a two-hundred year old prophecy. But Kay Baker was always more interested in forging her own path.

After completing medical school, she’s ready to leave her “medicine woman” status behind in favor of a new life in New York City.

However, Kay finds herself back in her hometown near Cape Disappointment after tragedy strikes—facing a new set of responsibilities and the legends she’s tried so hard to leave behind.

As the truth behind her powerful destiny is revealed, Kay discovers that magic is hiding everywhere—even among life’s greatest disappointments.

Who or what is in control of your life? You or Fate? Do you believe in "signs"? Is everything you feel or do bringing you closer to your predestined place in this world? No matter how you fight for independence is something steering you with relentlessness?

Sure that her nickname "Coyote girl" is just an endearment used because of her independent nature, Kay dismisses all tribal lore and sets out to find something unique and challenging to do with her life. Sailing through medical school (only to appease her mother) she turns away from the medical field and takes up art as a profession. Her painting of the "motorcycle man" brings rave reviews but little does she know that this painting will bring her more than is a prediction of things to come.

Set in Washington state, this story affords us a glimpse into Indian lore about skinchangers, magical powers and the link carried through generations. An easy, enjoyable read with just the right amount of characters, drama and romance. Enjoy the "alpha" female who needs a soul mate to temper her magic that she was unaware she even possessed. Talk about persistence! Her motorcycle man must be a saint to weather her cynical sometimes obstinate and rude behavior while coming to terms with her "calling".

I loved the portrayal of family challenges and the little bit of history (made up or real?) I gleamed from this book. It was easy to read, although not necessarily an obsessive page turner, and I really enjoyed it.

Will she embrace her heritage? Will she choose freedom from the strong pull of responsibility to her tribe? Follow Kay through her thought processes and perhaps relate to her struggles as she comes to peace with her decision. We all may not have magical ties to our past but I am sure many of us can relate to major life changes that chart the course for our destiny.

I give this 4 "close to the veil" sheep

Jeanie G

About the Author:
Julie Manthey started writing stories for her family and friends as soon as she could hold on to a crayon. She is a proud Hoya alumna of Georgetown University.

Julie thinks that the best part of writing fiction is imagining alternate worlds and mixing up a small echo of reality with a very large dose of fiction to create a fun, magical reading escape. She hopes that you enjoy the magical and fictional world she created in The Magic of Cape Disappointment. Julie is also currently writing the second novel in the Cape Disappointment series.

Why “HeyJoule?” Well, a Joule is a unit of energy and there was much energy and enthusiasm transferred into this novel. Besides, “Jule” as a nickname only makes sense for this very busy novel gal if you spell it as Joule.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Spotlight: Seattle Wolf Pack Series by Kristin Miller + giveaway

You’ll hunger for more…

Delicious alpha heroes protecting their mates at all cost? Yes, please. Take a bite out of these three, steamy full-length novels from New York Times bestseller Kristin Miller in this exclusive boxed set for a limited time only. Exquisite paranormal love stories with super hot alphas and the tenacious heroines who make these werewolves howl.

Devour them all in just one click.
Gone With the Wolf
When CEO and alpha werewolf Drake Wilder discovers that his one true love is a secretary in his company, his primal instincts kick into overdrive. Free-spirited bartender Emelia Hudson wants nothing more than to make her Seattle-based bar succeed. Upon learning that her bar has become property of Wilder Financial, Emelia is determined to get some answers. When Drake’s twin brother senses that Drake has found his match—and now inherits their father’s billion dollar estate—he plans to take Emelia out. Drake vows to protect her at all costs, but he might have to pay with his own life.
Four Weddings and a Werewolf
Logan Black, former Marine and bodyguard for the Seattle Wolf Pack, hates weddings and has no plans to enter into matrimonial misery. But when he’s hired to protect a hot-to-trot wedding planner with a werewolf stalker, he’s forced to put his feelings aside. Not such an easy task when the damsel can turn him on with a single smoldering glance. The chemistry between them seems fated, but with his playboy attitude, her hatred for werewolves, and a stalker lurking in the shadows, will passion be enough to keep them together?
So I Married a Werewolf
Carter Griffin, enforcing officer for the Seattle Wolf Pack, has been offered the promotion of his dreams…if he can find a wife to prove he’s over his playboy ways. But Carter’s already been there, done that. Faith Hamilton needs money to put her younger brother through college. Okay, and she totally wants Carter, her sexy next-door neighbor, to look at her as more than a friend. It’s too bad size 12 and plain isn’t his type. At all. When the two friends strike a deal to help one another out, will it spark a love neither anticipated?

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Also available from Kristin Miller, the San Francisco Wolf Pack series:

The Werewolf Wears Prada (San Francisco Wolf Pack #1)Melina Rosenthal worships at the altar of all things fashion. Her dream is to work for the crème de la crème fashion magazine, Eclipse, and she'll do much anything to get there. Even fixing up the image of a gorgeous, sexy public figure who's all playboy, all the time. Even if he's the guy who broke her heart a year ago. And even if Melina has no idea that Hayden Dean is actually a werewolf...
Beauty and the Werewolf (San Francisco Wolf Pack #2)Billionaire werewolf Jack MacGrath has almost everything—the respect of his peers, a mansion in San Francisco, a private jet, and fast cars. But without a mate, Jack's in trouble. Then he sees her. Gorgeous, demure, proud...and his enemy. Isabelle Connelly is werewolf royalty and falling for anyone lesser—to say nothing of a rival pack—would be, er, unseemly. Now she must choose between her duty to her family and her pack...or her perfect fated mate.

What a Werewolf Wants (San Francisco Wolf Pack #3)
Private investigator–and werewolf–Ryder McManus doesn’t believe in marriage. But then he never expected to find his fated mate, Josie, at his best friend’s wedding festivities. When Josie and Ryder are together, the chemistry heats up. While he’s trying to stop the wedding, she’ll do whatever it takes to give the couple a dream day. But the secret he’s trying to expose might just ruin everything…

About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. She loves chocolate way more than she should and the gym less. You can usually find her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.

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