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Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Book Review: Wolf Instinct (SWAT Book 9) by Paige Tyler

Wolf Instinct (SWAT Book 9)
by Paige Tyler 

June 25, 2019
320 pages
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
He's a wolf shifter.
She hunts monsters.
How can she be The One for him?

SWAT werewolf Zane Kendrick will do whatever it takes to take down the man who attacked his pack. His search takes him to Los Angeles, but when he meets Alyssa, the smart, sexy agent who comes to his aid, he's immediately interested in pursuing more than just the next lead. All his wolf instincts tell him that she's The One.

FBI agent Alyssa Carson has investigated some weird stuff lately, and finding missing people drained of their blood definitely falls into that category. When following a clue leads her to Zane, she agrees to work with him and his team. She's attracted to the gorgeous Brit, but she doesn't have time for anything but finding answers.

When Zane and Alyssa discover the sinister truth, it'll take everything they have to make it out of this mission with their lives—and hearts—intact.

SWAT Series:
Hungry Like the Wolf (Book 1)
Wolf Trouble (Book 2)
In the Company of Wolves (Book 3)
To Love a Wolf (Book 4)
Wolf Unleashed (Book 5)
Wolf Hunt (Book 6)
Wolf Hunger (Book 7)
Wolf Rising (Book 8)
Wolf Instinct (Book 9)

Praise for Paige Tyler's Wolf Rising:
"If you love hunks in uniform, a spitfire heroine, drama, danger, intrigue, and some really steamy moments, then get your hands on Wolf Rising." —Fresh Fiction 
"Will leave readers panting." —Booklist
"This fast-paced procedural brims with heat and action." —Publishers Weekly
"Totally unputdownable." —USA Today Happy Ever After

The SWAT series is no stranger to surprises, a few books back the team of highly trained alphas learned about The One and then found themselves the targets of an assassination attempt. SWAT member Zane Kendrick’s search for the ones responsible lead him from Dallas to Los Angeles where he meets FBI agent Alyssa Carson who may or may not be part of the group that is trying to eradicate all werewolves. Meanwhile Alyssa is trying to solve her latest case that involves missing girls and a body drained of all blood.

That Paige Tyler sure knows how to keep readers invested in her characters! Wolf Instinct packs quite the punch if you’ve been reading the series from the beginning. Which I highly suggest you do before picking this one up. All the wolves are hunky but Zane’s got a little something extra… He’s British! *insert sexy accent here*

FYI in my mind he sounds a bit like Clive Owen. *swoon*

Anywhoo, Wolf Instinct relies a lot on the plot for its pace and it works so well when it comes to the suspense and action. Just who is snatching young women off the streets and why? Is it connected to the attack on the SWAT compound? Those questions and more are answered even as more questions arise. It was quite the ride, however I do think that the romance took a bit of a blow with this book. Zane and Alyssa’s relationship is definitely of the “insta” variety and I had a difficult time buying into their declarations of love after only a handful of days in each other’s company. Even if Alyssa is The One for Zane, I would have liked their love story to rely less on that legend and more on them getting to know one another.

Romance aside though, Wolf Instinct had me firmly in its grasp and part of the reason is because Tyler really lets readers get to know her characters. Zane has been around since the beginning so he’s familiar but if you’re just jumping into the series, Zane is a great guy to start with, though I really do recommend reading the series in order. Paige Tyler doesn’t disappoint and I can’t wait for the next book in the series.

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Rating: 4 sheep

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About the Author:
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Paige graduated from The University of West Florida with a degree in education in 2000, but decided to pursue a full-time career as a writer in 2004. Since then, she’s written over fifty books in several genres, including paranormal, contemporary, western, sci-fi and erotica. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her stories of romance, adventure, suspense, passion and true love will leave you breathlessly panting for more. 

She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kickbutt heroines who fall in love with them.

When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, P90X, Yoga, Pilates, going to the beach, watching NFL football, watching movies and hanging out with her husband (not necessarily in that order!)

Q&A with SciFi romance author Layla Stone + giveaway

Q&A with Layla Stone
Are there any secrets from the book, you can share with your readers?
I don’t want to ruin it for anyone, but I will suggest paying attention to Ansel in this one.

Can you share a snippet that isn’t in the blurb or excerpt?

“Are you always like this?”

Yon placed her on the bed, took a pillow, and handed it to her. “Keep the foot elevated. And, no, I’m not always like this.”

She held up her hand, hoping he wouldn’t leave her yet. She wanted to understand him better. “And when you say, ‘not always like this,’ do you mean you don’t knock people unconscious a lot?”

His head tilted slightly. “No, I meant I don’t usually come down to the planets I hate just to find a specific female and bring her back safely.”

It took a half-second longer than it should have for her to process that. “You came for me?”

“You shouldn’t have been down here in the first place.”
Yelena didn’t know what to say to that.

“Good thing you didn’t like Lotus Adaamas, because it was the last time you’re going to see it.” Yon was still holding out the pillow. His tone didn’t sound angry, more matter-of-fact.

She took the pillow and said, “Is it because of my skin? Or because of something else?”

“All of that and more.”

“What else could there be?”

“I will write you a list.”

Does one of the main characters hold a special place in your heart? If so, why?
I’ve meet males like the hero before and I’ve always wanted to see him with a happily ever after, but more often than not, he can’t soften enough to be in a relationship.

What do you hope your readers take away from this book?

I hope they are interested in the next book, to be honest.

Can you give us some insight into what makes the hero tick?

He’s got a chip on his shoulder a thousand miles high, brought on by upbringing.

What were the key challenges you faced when writing this book?

It was hard to soften the hero enough to make him a character my readers would enjoy instead of hate. I re-wrote this book three times just to get the romance right.

What was the highlight of writing this book?

My favorite part of writing is sending 2-3 chapters to my beta reader and getting her thoughts via marco-polo app.

by Layla Stone
June 24th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
She’s shy and timid. He’s unsocial and arrogant.

Yon’s past hardened him to the point that he speaks the raw truth without thinking about the consequences. He’s always been that way, but if he’s not careful he’s going lose more than the sweetest female he’s ever known, he’s going to lose a potential mate.

Yelena’s past conditioned her to be obedient and silent. She’s always been a loner, but when she meets Yon in the cages of Brica, she’s drawn to him and his strength. If only he’d notice she’s not as weak as he thinks she is.

Yelena has a chance to help find the Numan who turned her skin luminescent. During the mission something goes wrong and she has to rely on Yon once more… or is it Yon who has to rely on her?

About the Author:
Layla Stone is a Sci-Fi Romance author who is passionate about writing and reading romances. Her books are a blend of science fiction, romance and action adventure.

A business coordinator by training and a bookworm at heart, Layla makes her home in Southern California, where she lives with her husband, two children, and a trio of fur babies.

You can find more information about her characters and their races at

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Blitz-wide giveaway (INT)
$25 Amazon Gift Card, 
A VistaPrint Mug that Layla designed (Sarcasm: Because Murder Charges are Expensive) 
Sweets Bite Gift Bag with 5 of the yummiest Lemon Blueberry and white chocolate cookies:

Monday, June 24, 2019

Excerpt: Mine Immortal (Varcolac Novel Book 2) by Kristin Ping

Mine Immortal (Varcolac Novel Book 2)by Kristin Ping
May 8, 2019
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Joemel Requeza
Editor: Tim Bullins and Monique Fisher
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
As part of the Ancient race in the supernatural world, three-thousand-year-old Varcolac Jason Chase, also known as Jericho, knows he has a lot of enemies and allies. But his world is turned upside down when strange dreams about a human girl starts plaguing his nights. It could only mean one thing, and it was something he never expected. Varcolacs get one true mate in their lifetime, and Jason Chase thought his didn’t exist.

After the death of her mother, twenty-four-year-old South African Morgan Freeman heads back to the one place that had always felt like home—the cruise lines. But this time it’s different. Meeting Jason Chase, the man of every woman’s dreams, was so not part of her plan, but it feels like they’re a match made in heaven. But something doesn’t feel right. Nobody could be that perfect, right? When the truth finally comes out, her heart is shattered and the world she once knew ceases to exist.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked. “Zac, I will break your balls if you tell anyone about this.”

“Dude, you are the Alpha. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.”

“Good, so don’t even think about it.”

He chuckled, which pissed me off. None of this was funny. “It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to shift. It’s not normal, dude. You can get anyone you want.”

“So can you.”

“Yeah, well, that takes all the fun out of it. No, I like doing it for a different reason.”

“No, you like fucking around with people’s heads.”

“That too,” he said.

“So, all I have to do is clear my mind and it will work?”

He chuckled.

“Have you really never shifted before?”

“No, I’m not that messed up.”

“But you want to shift with your true mate?”

“I need to find out something, that’s all,” I lied. I was curious, and I shouldn’t be. “It’s not like I’m going to do anything to her. I’m not that sick.”

“It’s fun, not a sickness. You should try it.”

“Yeah, I’ve got responsibilities, Zac. I’m not a pup.”

“Whatever you say, old man. Enjoy.”

If only I looked like an old man. “Wait, before you hang up. Did you check the cages?”

“Yes,” he whined. “Our concern is with you on the cruise ship. Dom is the one you should be worried about, not us. We’ll be fine. You just concentrate on your shift, and like I said, enjoy.” He put the phone down.

Zac was Isaac’s twin and a huge fucking player when it came to the opposite sex.

He hardly slept with humans, but what he does is worse. He shifts.

Shifting was not what it sounded like. It was a term we used when we tried to gain control over a situation or gather information. I think that ability came from our vampire side, since some of them could really fuck you up when they got in your head.

Zac used it to seduce human women.

He would present himself in the form of a dream, which was what we called shifting.

The reason I wanted to shift with Morgan was because I was curious about her. I couldn’t deny it.

I’d stepped back the past three days, thinking it would be easier, but I could see that I’d made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t as bubbly as the first night.

That only piqued my curiosity.

I should just talk to her, but that could backfire. It might make me fall hard for her, and I didn’t want that to happen.

That was why I opted to shift. I could ease my curiosity, and leave her thinking she’d just dreamed of me. No harm done. Except, it might make things between us even more awkward than they already were.

Just thinking about shifting tonight was turning my stomach into knots.

I didn’t want anyone to know, because I couldn’t lie. My face always told the truth, and I usually admitted to things before I could get caught. I hated that I couldn’t lie, but I figured it came with age. Lying was senseless when you were my age. But I could not tell Morgan the truth. She could never know what I was. So, hopefully, my curiosity about her would disappear tonight.

I left the bar and made it to my bed, grimacing when I saw the time on my clock. Two a.m. These late nights had to stop because they were starting to take their toll on me, but I was happy to have caught up with Kate. We’d made plans to go to the carnival in Rio de Janeiro—our next port after the one tomorrow—since it had always been on my bucket list.

I fell asleep faster than I thought I would, only to wake up to the sound of my door opening.

A tall figure walked in. I paid no attention as it was probably someone that came to visit Ashley.

I didn’t close my eyes though.

It was weird that I could see him, since I usually couldn’t see my hand in front of me in the darkness of the cabin.

But I could see his outline clearly, just not his face.

My heart started to race. He wasn’t aiming for Ashley; he came straight to me.

I switched on my light as he came to my side and found . . . Jason.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked with a breathless chuckle.

His eyes widened. “This wasn’t how I had planned this. I think I should just go.”

I wanted to tell him to be quiet when I noticed that Ashley’s bed was empty. Where was she? She had been in her bed a few minutes ago. This didn’t make any sense.

“Don’t, just . . . ” I stopped him and sighed. Then I started to laugh again. What was I doing?

He stopped, turned around, and walked back to my bed looking scrumptious.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I clapped a hand over my mouth after the words had tumbled out. What was wrong with me? I never spoke without thinking.

“I’m beautiful?”

“C’mon, you know you are. Hey, where’d Ashley go?”

He chuckled. “I’m in your room and you’re wondering where your roommate is?”

“Yes, she has a big mouth and if she finds you here . . . I feel sorry for you if that happens.”

His body shook with his laughter. “Why? Does she think I’m beautiful, too?”

“Ugh, whatever. How did you even get into my room?”

He shrugged. “I’m a guy with many talents.”

“So I have heard.”

I looked at his hand, but it wasn’t shaking anymore.

“What’s been up with you these past three nights? You’ve been . . . different.”

“I’m different?” he asked. “I was just about to ask you the same thing, Minx.”

I gulped, feeling my throat bobbing up and down. The way he said the nickname I had since I was a little girl was doing strange and wonderful things to my body. I let out a small chuckle.

“I’m fine,” I struggled to find the right words. “I’ve just been struggling to get in bed before two. Don’t know why.”

I glanced at the clock and saw it was five, then glanced back at him.

“Two,” he asked, his voice taking on a strange tone. I glanced at the clock again. It showed it was two.

That was weird.

I looked back at Jason.

“Uhm . . . what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it clear? I’m here for a booty call.”

I nearly choked on my saliva.

“From me?” I asked, aghast.

“Yeah.” He frowned, “Why, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, but why me?”

Something about this didn’t feel real.

“Just go with it,” he said as he got into bed with me. He positioned himself on top of me, then lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me.

Was I really doing this when all he’d said was to just go with it? Was I that cheap?

I shrugged inwardly. It was Jason fucking Chase, the hottest guy I had ever set eyes on. Who cared if I was cheap?

His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring and igniting things in me that I had never felt before. I inhaled his scent, and it sent sparks down to my lady bits.

As if he could read my mind, he slipped his hand into my panties. I knew I should have stopped him, but something inside me held onto the way he made me feel.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

I wanted Jason Chase.

One moment I was ready to leave and then the next I was literally on top of her.

She wasn’t supposed to wake up in her dream, but that just confirmed to me that she was different from any other human woman I’d ever met. Perhaps it was because she was my mate. Whatever the reason, I didn’t know.

Everything I had been contemplating—my feelings for her, the plans I had—all flew out of the window when she’d looked at me with that bewildered smile on her face.

Did this mean she was into me?

She moaned as my hand slipped over her folds, and I reveled in the fact that I was the one doing this to her. She was driving me crazy with lust. I now knew why Zac enjoyed shifting so much. This way, it felt real, but I couldn’t hurt her.

I could feel it build up as she moaned in my ear. Her warm tongue lapped at my earlobe, making goosebumps flush over my skin.

She was waking things up that hadn’t been awake inside me for a long time.

I felt my fangs lengthen, and though I didn’t want it to happen, I couldn’t stop even if my life depended on it.

“I want you so badly.” I whispered in her ear, and then the pain came.

I woke up and found myself in my cabin.

Morgan was far from my bed. Her smell wasn’t real.

But the pain, oh the pain was real. What was happening?

I grunted as the pain increased. Hunching over, I clutched my stomach, trying my best not to wake up Belatar, but to no avail.

About the Author:

Kristin Ping is a USA Today Bestselling author who resides in South Africa with her husband, two beautiful girls and her bulldog that tries to eat her house. She has been writing for the past decade and write under many pen names in different genre’s. Her first novel under Kristin Ping is called Hinder, A Bender’s novel that forms part of the Guardian of Monster Saga.

She has reached her USA Bestselling status with her novel The Curse, published by Fire Quill Publishing in 2018. She sold the Italian translations rights that will be published by Hope Edizioni in 2021.

She has published two more novels in the Varcolac Series which will always formed part of the Guardian of Monsters, and hopefully will bring out the third Varcolac novel, Immortal Beloved, soon.
For more information you can go to her website

Cover Reveal: Conjuring Wrath (Seven Deadly #3) by Michelle Gross + excerpt

Conjuring Wrath (Seven Deadly #3)
by Michelle Gross
July 22nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Reapers are the peacekeepers—the balancers of life and death, good and evil. They’re the police of the Underworld in a way. They keep both worlds balanced just enough so that the King of the Underworld can never escape his prison.
For the day his reign stretches into the human world, all things good will come to an end.

This is the story of a dark king who cursed seven siblings with sins, and how far those seven went to protect both worlds from the end of days when an old entity challenged the Dark One’s very reign.

Conjuring Wrath

The age of the Reapers has ended.

With the new threat of the Harvesters and the approaching end, the troubles are here to stay.

Barron Reaper, the bearer of wrath, knows that more than anyone. With the sin of rage in his veins, his life is a chaotic mess of gloom. The vicious immortal has never stopped or relaxed a moment in all his years to feel hope. Especially not when another problem arises on top of everything else. An old demon tradition is being brought back on the blood moon.

The worlds are crumbling around his feet, but that doesn’t stop fate from forcing them together.

Gwendolyn Dolson is stuck in a hospital waiting on a chance at life that she will never get when she witnesses a cloaked figure slip through a patient’s door. Seconds later, a man dies in that room.

This dying girl is about to find out how drastically life can change.

Author’s note: even though each book focuses on a different couple, I HIGHLY recommend reading from the very beginning. This is an ongoing plot.
The series also contains dark themes and situations that might bother some.

Previous books in the series:

“Wait,” she mumbled. “How does this work?”

“Scared?” My lips tipped upward.

“Do you really just disappear? Is that what we’re going to do?” She pushed a palm against me. “Jesus, why are you so big?”

She barely came up to my pecs, and now she was patting her hand along the hard ridges of my abs not having a clue that she was petting wrath. Delicate fingers traced over my shirt. Her small curious touch seeped through the fabric, tingling and heating every inch of skin she outlined.

There I went again, being oddly overwhelmed by her. I pushed her hand away, distancing myself from the sensations she stirred. She was so small next to me. How could something so tiny affect me?

“Is that an eight pack?” Her nails dug into my abdomen as she started counting, not bothered that I had already pushed her fingers away once.

Fucking Hades! She was the little engine that never shut up.

About the Author:
Michelle is from a small town in Eastern Kentucky where opossums try to blend in with the cats on the porch and bears are likely to chase your pets—this is very true, it happened with her sister’s dog. Despite the extra needed protection for your pets, she loves the mountains she calls home. She has a man and twin girls who are the light of her life and the reason she’s slightly crazy.
As a kid, she was that cousin, that friend, that sister and daughter, the talker who could spin a tale and make-believe into any little thing so it was no surprise when she found love in reading, and figured all these characters inside her head needed an outlet. They wanted to be heard, so she wrote.
The voices keep growing faster than she gets the time to write.
The stories are never going to end. That’s perfectly okay, though. We never want to stop an adventure.
She writes and loves many different genres so sign up to her mailing list to keep updated on her releases!

Excerpt: Wicked Passion (Under Realm Assassins Book Three) by Amanda J. Greene

Wicked Passion (Under Realm Assassins Book Three)
by Amanda J. Greene
June 25th 2019
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Number of pages: 130
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Kim Killian
Hot Damn Designs
James Stonewoll is an Elite Assassin for the Under Realm Syndicate—an expert hunter and merciless killer. As a former pirate, he thrives on danger, the more perilous the mission, the better and he can't resist his newest contract: eliminate a rebel shape-shifting magic thief that stalks the border of the Under Realm kidnapping and murdering innocent Others. But never did the centuries old vampire anticipate playing hero to a mythical temptress with luscious curves, tantalizing lips, and hypnotic eyes.

Captured and held prisoner, Katya Moro was trapped in a seemingly endless loop of unimaginable agony as her magic was slowly being torn from her soul. A gasp away from death, she is rescued by a sinful kiss and awakens in the strong arms of a powerful warrior whose roguish smile, sharp fangs, and intense strength unlock dormant instincts within her, an all-consuming madness that demands complete surrender.

Gazing down at her, James knew he had to kill her. Dark Magic Wielders, like the beautiful female he’d found, were a grave threat to human society and were not permitted to roam the mortal world. But Katya’s smoky voice and sweet kisses stir a fierce hunger inside him. She is unpredictable, uncontrollable and wickedly seductive—his perfect kind of dangerous. To keep her safe, James will protect her from the magic thieves that hunt her and his fellow assassins until he can find a way to return Katya to her home in the Under Realm.

Can Katya’s passion conquer the darkness within his soul?

He was too strong, too tantalizing. Forbidden. She could find another source. One not so threatening, tame. Surely, he could take her to a city where she could steal bits of energy from others. Happiness, laughter, contentment, love, she could leech off any positive aura. She’d survived doing just that within her tribe. None dared to touch her, or directly interact with her unless they required her healing gifts, so she’d been left to feed off scraps of emotion and energy.

She flattened her palms against his chest and tried in vain to push him away. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, she was pathetically weak. “I—”

“Need me.” His rich voice was roughened with passion.

Katya trembled with yearning. Oh, yes, she needed. But would he demand she surrender? Could she? He was a vampire, an immortal immune to magic, invincible. Perhaps with him, she could let go. She could find pleasure. She could be herself, completely, like never before. He wasn’t like anyone else. He could withstand her darkness. He could match her cravings.

As if reading her thoughts, his hard bronze gaze swirled with challenge, hunger, and untamable lust. “Kiss me as if you want to live.”

“I do.” Her claws sharpened, the tips sliced his shirt and pricked his flesh. “I will.”

She claimed his mouth possessively, her tongue twining his until he groaned for more and took it. His hand clamped on the back of her nape, his grip tightened, holding her still as he slanted his head and deepened the kiss.

Long forgotten sensation rocked her. This powerful male was the embodiment of temptation and danger—irresistibly addictive.

He shifted as if to move away and dread lanced her. A harsh growl escaped her lips. Did he intend to end the kiss? No! She needed this. Needed him.

Katya wound her arms around his waist. Holding him captive, she arched against him, pressing her breasts to his solid chest, the contact delicious, perfect—right.

His mental shields lowered even more and lust battered her senses. Katya unleashed her magic and pleasure slammed into her. His. Hers. She didn’t know where one ended and the other began. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His origins and her past of no consequence.

The first draw of his power hit her like a cannon, devastating her weakened body, leaving her a trembling mess of tingles and shivers. Good Lady, she’d never known anything like this. Never tasted so much strength. Her body hummed, her blood sizzled, her magic burned and her soul soared. On and on, intense vitality coursed through her, consuming, dizzying. She never wanted this connection to end.

Brazenly, seeking, demanding more of his desire, she stroked her tongue across one of his fangs. He stilled. Was he waiting for her to do it again? Did he want her to draw blood? The idea made her head spin.

Katya caressed his other fang. He groaned into her mouth and his large frame shook—from pleasure or restraint?

About the Author:
Amanda J. Greene is the author of the captivating Rulers of Darkness and the enticing Under Realm Assassins series. Fans of Nalini Singh’s, Gena Showalter, and J.R. Ward will fall in love with Ms. Greene’s dangerously sexy heroes and strong, kick your teeth in heroines.

She lives in Southern California with her supportive military husband and their two fur babies—a sweet cocker spaniel and a rambunctious black mouth cur mix. Between working full time in higher education and family life, she finds time to write and create detailed worlds with exciting characters for her ravenous readers.

"Amanda's vampires are seriously sexy and I can't get enough!" - Kristina's Books & More

“Fans of Nalini Singh’s Psy/Changeling series, Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld, and J.R. Wards’ BD are in for a treat…” – That’s What I’m Talking About

Sunday, June 23, 2019

Excerpt: The Space Between Time by Charlie Laidlaw + giveaway

Welcome to the month-long mega tour for Charlie Laidlaw's newest book, The Space Between Time, due for release on June 20th! There will be fantastic bloggers participating, who will be posting interviews, excerpts, reviews, and other exclusive content! Additionally, there are loads of goodies being given away, so be sure to enter at the bottom! 
The Space Between Time
by Charlie Laidlaw
June 20th, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Fiction/ Dark Comedy 
There are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth... 

Emma Maria Rossini appears to be the luckiest girl in the world. She's the daughter of a beautiful and loving mother, and her father is one of the most famous film actors of his generation. She's also the granddaughter of a rather eccentric and obscure Italian astrophysicist.

But as her seemingly charmed life begins to unravel, and Emma experiences love and tragedy, she ultimately finds solace in her once-derided grandfather's Theorem on the universe.

The Space Between Time is humorous and poignant and offers the metaphor that we are all connected, even to those we have loved and not quite lost.
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Timescale for a Closed Universe

It wasn’t an afternoon that I like to remember, and not just because of my shrieking tantrum. Once I’d calmed down, Mum told me I’d been very silly, because it was all make-believe on a cinema screen. I reminded her that she’d cried when Bambi’s mum died, and that was a film and a cartoon. Mum said that it wasn’t the same thing at all. But I wasn’t being silly because I wasn’t old enough to know the difference between pretence and reality. Dad had looked pretty dead on the screen. The blood on his chest had looked pretty real. If it had been a different dead person, I would have been OK. Children don’t really know where make-believe ends and the real world begins and, partly because of who I am, it’s remained pretty hazy ever since. I also don’t like to remember that film because it was the moment when I realised that our lives were about to change, and I didn’t know if that would be a good thing. Sounds strange, yes? Here’s something stranger: I am a child of the sea, I sometimes think, and have done ever since we first moved to live beside it. I feel subject to its vagaries and tempers, with its foaming margins framed against a towering sky. I am familiar with its unchanging mood swings. That’s how I like things; I find the familiar comforting. I find change threatening. I am the daughter of someone who, not long after that ghastly cinema outing, became one of the most famous actors of his generation and, importantly for me, the granddaughter of a rather brilliant but obscure physics professor. But despite their overachievements, I have inherited no aptitude for mathematics and my father positively hated the idea of his only offspring following in his thespian footsteps. He knew how cruel and badly paid the profession could be. But I still look up to my grandfather, and think of his ludicrous moustache with affection. Gramps once told me that there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth. Just think of all those sandpits, beaches and deserts! That’s an awful lot of stars. He then told me, his only grandchild, that I was his shining star, which was a nice thing to say and why I remember him talking about sand and stars. On clear nights, with stars twinkling, I often think about him. I still believe in my grandfather, and admire his stoic acceptance in the face of professional disdain, because I believe in the unique power of ideas, right or wrong, and that it’s our thoughts that shape our existence. We are who we believe ourselves to be. I gave up believing in my father long ago, because speaking other people’s words and ideas seemed like a lame excuse for a job, even if he was paid millions, and met the Queen on several occasions. She must have liked him because she awarded him an OBE for services to film, theatre and charity. Charity! Who the hell told the Queen that? I stopped believing in him one Christmas Day, a long time ago, when he simply didn’t turn up. It wasn’t his presents that I missed, or even his presence, but the warm, fuzzy feeling of being important to him. During that day of absence and loss I concluded that his wife and daughter couldn’t much matter to him, otherwise he’d have made a bigger effort to get home. That Christmas Day, my father was simply somewhere else, probably in a bar, immaculately dressed, his hair slicked back, the object of male envy and the centre of every woman’s attention for miles around. In that respect, Dad was more tomcat than father, except that by then his territory, his fame, stretched around the globe. I know this: by then he had a Golden Globe to prove it. He gushed pheromones from every pore, squirting attraction in every direction, and even women with a poor sense of smell could sniff him out. I feel mostly Scottish, but am a little bit Italian. It explains my name, Emma Maria Rossini; my dark complexion, black hair, the slightly long nose, and thin and lanky body. Obese I am not, and will never be, however much pasta I eat, and I eat lots. It also explains my temper, according to some people, although I don’t agree with them, and my brown cow’s eyes, as an almost-boyfriend once described them, thinking he was paying me a compliment, before realising that he had just become an ex-almost-boyfriend. But mostly I am a child of the sea. That’s what happens if you live for long enough by its margins: it becomes a part of you; its mood echoing your mood, until you know what it’s thinking, and it knows everything about you. That’s what it feels like when I contemplate its tensile strength and infinite capacity for change. On calm flat days in North Berwick, with small dinghies marooned on the glassy water, and loud children squealing in its shallows, it can make me anxious and cranky. The sea, on those days, seems soulless and tired, bereft of spirit. But on wilder days, the beach deserted, or with only a hardy dog-walker venturing across the sand, with large waves thundering in, broaching and breaking, then greedily sucking back pebbles into the foam, I feel energised: this is what the sea enjoys, a roaring irresponsibility, and I share in its pleasure. We are all children of the sea, I sometimes think, or we should be – even those who have never seen an ocean or tasted its saltiness; I can stand for hours and contemplate its far horizons, lost within myself, sharing its passion. In the Firth of Forth is the ebb and flow of my past and my existence, wrapped tight against the west wind. It is what I am, placid and calm, or loud and brash.

About the Author:
I was born in Paisley, central Scotland, which wasn’t my fault. That week, Eddie Calvert with Norrie Paramor and his Orchestra were Top of the Pops, with Oh, Mein Papa, as sung by a young German woman remembering her once-famous clown father. That gives a clue to my age, not my musical taste. I was brought up in the west of Scotland and graduated from the University of Edinburgh. I still have the scroll, but it’s in Latin, so it could say anything. I then worked briefly as a street actor, baby photographer, puppeteer and restaurant dogsbody before becoming a journalist. I started in Glasgow and ended up in London, covering news, features and politics. I interviewed motorbike ace Barry Sheene, Noel Edmonds threatened me with legal action and, because of a bureaucratic muddle, I was ordered out of Greece. I then took a year to travel round the world, visiting 19 countries. Highlights included being threatened by a man with a gun in Dubai, being given an armed bodyguard by the PLO in Beirut (not the same person with a gun), and visiting Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave in Samoa. What I did for the rest of the year I can’t quite remember Surprisingly, I was approached by a government agency to work in intelligence, which just shows how shoddy government recruitment was back then. However, it turned out to be very boring and I don’t like vodka martini. Craving excitement and adventure, I ended up as a PR consultant, which is the fate of all journalists who haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, and I’ve still to listen to Oh, Mein Papa. I am married with two grown-up children and live in central Scotland. And that’s about it.

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Saturday, June 22, 2019

Sheep Movie Review: ANNA (2019)

ANNA (2019)
Jun 21, 2019 
Directed By: Luc Besson
Written By: Luc Besson
Cast: Sasha Luss, Luke Evans, Cillian Murphy, Helen Mirren, Alexander Petrov
Rating: R (for strong violence, language, and some sexual content)
Genre: Action & Adventure, Mystery & Suspense
Runtime: 118 minutes
Studio: Summit Entertainment
Beneath Anna Poliatova's striking beauty lies a secret that will unleash her indelible strength and skill to become one of the world's most feared government assassins. An electrifying thrill ride unfolding with propulsive energy, startling twists and breathtaking action, ANNA introduces Sasha Luss in the title role with a star-studded cast including Academy Award Winner Helen Mirren, Cillian Murphy, and Luke Evans.

Went to see Anna with my husband and 18-year-old daughter. I didn't have high expectations for the movie, but was pleasantly surprised! We all enjoyed it.

It was a little formulaic but Anna is a female John Wick...a Jane Wick. If you liked John Wick, you will probably like Anna. Who can say no to a murder-model music montage?

I'm not a big fan of the storytelling format they used. You watch a scene then they show you a flashback to what happened leading up to the scene. But it works for this movie.

There are great action scenes, a pretty woman, and Luke Evans...can't go wrong with that! You can probably figure out the twist at the end but it is still satisfying.

If you want to get out of the summer heat this is a good way to spend two hours in a theater. But it will be just as good on DVD if you need to save your movie-going-dollars for Spiderman coming up next month!

Holly gives it 4 1/2 Sheep
Don and I give it 4 "Bi*ch" Sheep