Thursday, March 28, 2013

Review: "Painted Memories" by Loni Flowers

"Painted Memories"
Author: Loni Flowers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pages: ebook
ISBN: 9781482040203
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: January 22, 2013
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Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
 I’ve come to realize how much life can change with circumstance. One moment I was a happy sixteen year old girl with a great brother, Jesse, who I adored.
Then Jesse died.
No matter how much I wished it had been me in the accident, wishing will never change what happened. Five years later, my father’s eyes are still filled with hate and regret whenever he looks at me. I haven’t forgotten my mistake, but I’ve accepted it.
My father has not.
He may always see me as a failure, but I’m determined to make a fresh start in a new town where love promises to be more generous than the scorn I've left in my father's eyes. With any luck, maybe some distance will make him see me as his daughter again. Until then I’ll find my own way.
It’s what Jesse would want.

Painted Memories is an original, contemporary romance about love, loss, and recovering from tragedy. Its characters are real. Between humor and heartbreak, it’s funny, touching, and full of redemption.

Sexual situations - recommended for 17+

A very emotional, sweet, romantic, fun, satisfying and gripping read that I definitely will be reading again. A must read for any contemporary romance fans out there, or those readers just looking for an all-around great story.

Lilly has just started her life anew after years of suffering and torment due to the loss of her only brother. So much sorrow, pain, and not enough forgiveness, both from herself and her father. But Lilly picks herself up and leaves that life behind, well most of it. She starts a new job that she loves, gets her own place and stars dating and living again.
A bit of a love triangle for some part (among Lilly, a great looking personal trainer named Tyler and a handsome, caring and amazing artist named Drew) and many life altering choices, but Lilly is a smart and beautiful woman. One that went with her heart and what’s on the inside instead of what the eyes can see. I adored her character even more for it.

Loni created an amazing story for us all. A very emotional trip with realistic characters, settings and packed it full of emotion that will guarantee the need for a tissue (or two) both from laughter and of sadness. This is my second time reading her work and I was a happy reader each time :)

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Review: "Frost" by Taryn Kincaid

Author: Taryn Kincaid
Series: Sleepy Hollow #3
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Pages: 39
ISBN: 9781613334638
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: February 12, 2013
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Goodreads Blurb:
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

I’ve read all three of the Sleepy Hollow series by Taryn Kincaid at this point and each one is a short, satisfying and sexy read that holds an original paranormal factor while keeping one element the same. They are each based on Madame Evangeline’s 1NS and each one is just as enjoyable and creative as the last. Any reader out there that enjoys a short, quick and satisfying paranormal romance will have a great time reading Frost.

Dagney is a succubus, a very lonely one that no longer finds fulfillment with any of her partners. She’s unhappy, lonely and far from satisfied. When she finds out who the new artist appearing in her gallery is and the affects his art has on people, she MUST meet him. But will her show up and if he does, will he like what he sees?

Maxwell is a genius! His art is what we would look at and say “it speaks a thousand words”. He is normally able to vent and release through his art, but finds himself coming up short lately and on the brink of combustion. He needs to find someone that can satisfy him and handle his… abnormalities without injury. Is it possible?

Madam Eve is the ultimate matchmaker and I’m hoping that someday we will all get to “meet” her in person :)

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Review: "The Submission of a Mafia Princess" by Sandra Bunino

"The Submission of a Mafia Princess"
Author: Sandra Bunino
Series: The Satin Rose Experience #3
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 100
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: February 12, 2013 by Evernight Publishing
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Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb:
Duty, Respect and Honor thy Family ...

As the only child of notorious mob boss, Tony “The Chief” Azzari, Antonietta lives her life by this mantra. Toni never questions the world where decisions are made for her, until she meets Harley-Davidson riding bad boy, Braxton Malone. Ever since their fiery first kiss all those years ago, she can’t deny the desire to submit to his control.

Brax always knew he’d be walking a dangerous tightrope if he fell for Toni, but like a moth to a flame, he couldn't stay away. Barely surviving the wrath of the mob within an inch of his life, a scorned Brax has vowed never again to allow a woman under his skin.

Three years later, Brax is a top Dom at The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s posh BDSM club. When Toni shows up to fulfill her fantasy of submission before being forced into a loveless marriage, that vow is in just as much jeopardy as his life. Can they overcome the crimes of passion from their past and change Toni’s fate forever?

This is definitely my favorite of the Satin Rose Experience series so far! It’s a satisfying, emotional, sensual and romantic quickie read that would not allow me to put it down for even one second! Any fan of the genre will enjoy the sensual escape they get while reading The Submission of a Mafia Princess.
Toni is the daughter of a well-known mob boss and is very sheltered by him which makes her a touch shy, not very confident about herself (mainly her body) and unfamiliar with the male gender on an intimate level. Yet she is very beautiful and smart. She does not have much social experience either so when she sees a guy that REALLY interests her one fine day, she continuously sneaks peeks with hopes no one, including the hottie himself, will catch her. Things change from the day he does catch her looking and it all begins from there.
Brax is one hottie McHotness. The man screams DOM right from the start. He’s a very confident, handsome, intelligent and caring man who is also a dominant. From the moment he sets eyes on the beautiful Toni, he knows he is in trouble in many ways. Besides his heart, there’s his life. How would her father react to a regular guy like him in his daughter’s life? Brax is willing to take the chance; he cannot get her out of his mind, or his heart. (I heart Brax!)
Even though this is part of a series, Sandra wrote it so wonderfully that it can be read as a stand-alone. But I really recommend starting from book 1 of the series. You see characters from the start all throughout the series and it give us a constant peek at their progress and how much they have grown in character and in their lives. Awesome :)

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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Book Spotlight & Excerpt: "If I Were You" by Lisa Renee Jones

Former CEO and business owner of LRJ Staffing, an Austin based staffing agency frequently receiving accolades across the state, left behind the corporate world to write romance. LRJ Staffing had offices in Austin, Dallas, Temple, Waco, San Antonio, and Nashville.

Back in September it was announced that New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones sold her indie erotic series THE INSIDE OUT TRILOGY in a major deal to by Simon and Schuster.(Louise Fury, L.Perkins Agency) Since then the highly acclaimed series has sold to ten foreign countries, with more under negotiation, and now it’s been optioned by STARZ for television (Shari Smiley, Resolution.) The project is moving forward quickly, with Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) producing. 

Inspired by a real journal found in a storage unit during Lisa's eight years buying and selling units, the series embraces the dark sensuality of Shades of Grey and the intrigue with storage units that is Storage Wars in one spine tingling series packed with mystery and passion. The print version of IF I WERE YOU, book 1, hits stores March 12th.

Goodreads Blurb:
When Sara McMillan finds a stack of journals in a storage unit, she’s shocked and enthralled by the erotic life the writer led. Unable to stop reading, she vicariously lives out dark fantasies through Rebecca, the writer—until the terrifying final entry.

Certain something sinister has happened, Sara sets out to discover the facts, immersing herself in Rebecca’s life. Soon she’s working at the art gallery Rebecca worked at and meeting Rebecca’s friends. Finding herself drawn to two dangerously sexy men, the manager of the gallery and a famed artist, Sara realizes she’s going down the same path Rebecca took. But with the promise of her dark needs being met by a man with confident good looks and a desire for control, she’s not sure anything else matters. Just the burn for more.

If I Were You by Lisa Renee Jones

Fifty Shades of Grey meets Basic Instinct 

It all began when my neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra money after watching some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expires.

Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s life, feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Driven to find out by some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes, read her journals—-dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare experience on my own. I read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.

The dark, passion it becomes…

Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery she’d worked at, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of...him. He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing, but I do. I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.

All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even know me, and he says I know him. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more.


Sunday, March 7th, 2012

For months I’ve had dreams and nightmares about how perfectly he personifies the word. Sleep-laden, alternate realities where I can vividly smell his musky male scent, feel his hard body against mine. Taste the sweet and sensuous flavor of him-–like milk chocolate with its silky demand that I indulge in one more bite. And another. So good I’d forgotten there’s a price for overindulgence. And there is a price. There is always a price. I was reminded of this life lesson on Saturday night. And I know now, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, I cannot--will not--see him again.
It started out as any other erotic adventure with him. Unpredictable. Exciting. I barely remember where it all went wrong. How it took such a dark turn.
He’d ordered me to undress and sit on the mattress, against the headboard, my legs spread wide for his viewing. Naked before him, open to him, I was vulnerable and quivering with need. Never in my life had I taken orders from a man; most certainly I had never thought I would quiver with anything. But I did for him.
If Saturday night proved anything, it was that once I was with him, under his spell, he could demand anything of me, and I’d comply. He could push me to the edge, to unbelievable places I’d never thought I would go. Exactly why I can’t see him again. He makes me feel possessed, and what is so disconcerting about this feeling is that I like it. I can hardly wrap my mind around allowing such a thing, though I burn for it. But when I saw him standing at the end of the bed Saturday night, all broad and thick with sinewy muscle, his cock jutting forward, there was nothing but that need.
He was magnificent. Really, truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known. Instant lust exploded inside me. I wanted to feel him close to me, to feel him touch me. To touch him. But I know now not to touch him without his permission. And I know not to beg him to let me. 
I’ve learned my lesson from past encounters. He enjoys the vulnerability of a plea far too much. Enjoys withholding his pleasures, until I am nearly quaking with the burn of my body. Until I am liquid heat and tears. He likes that power over me. He likes full control. I should hate him. Sometimes, I think I love him.
It was the blindfold that should have warned me I was headed toward a place of no return. Thinking back, I believe it did. He tossed it on the bed, a dare, and instantly a shiver chased a path up and down my spine. The idea of not being able to see what was happening to me should have aroused me-–it did arouse me. But for reasons I didn’t understand at the time, it also frightened me. I was scared and I hesitated.
This did not please him. He told me so, in that deep, rich, baritone voice that makes me quiver uncontrollably. The need to please him had been so compelling. I put on the blindfold. 
I was rewarded by the shift of the mattress. He was coming to me. Soon, I knew I would come, too. His hands slid possessively up my calves, over my thighs. And damn him, stopped just before my place of need.
 What came next was a shadowy whirlwind of sensation. He pulled me onto my back, flat against the mattress. I knew satisfaction was seconds away. Soon he would enter me. Soon I would have what I needed. But to my distress, he moved away.
It was then that I was sure I’d heard the click of a lock. It jolted me to a sitting position, and I called out his name, fearful he was leaving. Certain that I’d done something wrong. Then relieved when his hand flattened on my stomach. I’d imagined the sound of the lock. I must have. But I couldn’t shake the subtle shift in the air then, the raw lust and menace consuming the room that didn’t feel like him. It was a thought easily forgotten when he settled heavy between my thighs, his strong hands lifting my arms over my head, his breath warm on my neck--his body heavy, perfect.
Somehow, a silk tie wrapped around my wrists and my arms were tied to the bed frame. It never occurred to me that he could not have done this on his own. That he was on top of me, unable to manipulate my arms. But then, he was manipulating my body, my mind, and I was his willing victim.
He lifted his body from mine, and I whimpered, unable to reach for him. Again silence. And the whisk of fabric. More strange sounds. Long seconds ticked by, and I remember the chill that snaked across my skin. The feeling of dread that had balled in my stomach.
         And then, the moment I know I will die remembering. The moment when the steel of a blade touched my lips. The moment that he promised there was pleasure in pain. The moment when the blade traveled along my skin with the proof he would be true to his words. And I knew then that I had been wrong. He was not dangerous. Nor was he chocolate. He was lethal, a drug, and I feared…
Booklist says: Jones' suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann. Alpha, military, and paranormal romance readers will want Jones' entire series. (About the Zodius Series -- Storm that is Sterling)

In 2003, award winning author Lisa Renee Jones sold her Austin, Texas based multi-state staffing agency and has since published over thirty novels and novellas across several genres. Her staffing agency LRJ Staffing was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Her debuts with Blaze and Nocturne hit Bookscan's Top 100 list and her Blaze Hotzone trilogy made a showing on the list in 2011 also. With a new Blaze trilogy, a short story for Spice, the third book in her Zodius series published with Sourcebooks, as well as an rapidly growing indie following, 2012 will bring many new stories to her readers.

Lisa is active on Facebook and Twitter, and you can find her at

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Be sure to visit Lisa’s contest page for a chance to win many prizes in celebrating the release of If I Were You.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Guest Post & Giveaway: Author Sharon Hamilton "Mortal Bite"

Mortal Bite – The Honeymoons Continue.

Mortal Bite practically wrote itself. I have to say I was nearly possessed with these characters. And, if you’ve read the book, all the new characters that came on stage and just wouldn’t leave!

I knew I had to write Paolo’s book towards the end of Honeymoon Bite (Marcus and Anne’s story). In the meantime, I had to polish and finish two of the Navy SEAL Brotherhood series, and get them launched. It was killing me to get back to the vampire series.

The story starts at a costume ball in San Francisco.  My husband and I went to such a ball last Halloween and had a fantastic time. And yes, I dressed up as an angel, and he was the stereotypical vampire character. We danced to a DJ at the Julia Morgan Ballroom, and met lots of couples. Yes, there were Smurfs and “ladies of the night” that wore things only pasted on. We walked through a white bough of twinkle lights. The place has hosted parties for San Francisco’s upper crust for nearly a century. I even attended a Night of Living Dangerously for Nano two years in a row there. What better place to start my story.

The more I wrote, the more consumed I became. The Jett brothers were created as part of a security detail to help protect the child, Lucius Monteleone. I created in these dark vamp brothers a loyalty to the Monteleone family spanning centuries. I loved the idea that a dark vamp could fall in love with a Golden, and never be able to have her, but he could owe his allegiance to her children and grandchildren, whom he would protect with his life. I also wanted to demonstrate some of the difficulties and problems in making some of the tough decisions they have to make as Goldens.

The Jett brothers (Lionel, Hugh “Huge” and Jeb) became more than just secondary characters, they became alphas for future books. They became the ones who trained my ex SEALs, who will be prominent in my next book. I wasn’t sure how I would blend the two together until I realized that SEALs, with all their equipment and training, would love to “trace” with dark vamps. But until I put them together and watched their interaction, I wasn’t sure. Well, it worked.

The little blonde waif Dag finds was originally going to die in the end. But, her chemistry with Dag earned her the consideration of a reprieve. Her chemistry with Lionel was so unexpected and so hot, I just couldn’t kill her off. Shirley lives to tell another story! There are some twists in store when we explore her past.

The story about the origins of the Golden Vampire race will be explored in the next book. The twist at the end of Mortal Bite got me so excited, I practically didn’t sleep for a week when I was writing it!

There are many more things I’d wanted to put in Mortal Bite I just ran out of room for. So, you can be assured, it will be in the next book, I have tentatively called, Love Bite. I’m plotting it out now while I’m writing another book in the SEAL series. Trust me when I tell you, it will blow your mind.

So, until then, tell all your friends about this great series. I’d like a huge audience when I launch Book 3. Can’t you feel it?

Paolo had never been curious about the origins of his species, which was odd, since he loved mysteries. Perhaps he was unsure what he’d find if he dug too deeply. He assumed vampires, both dark and golden, had always co-existed with the human population. But many of his kin had lived centuries, longer than his three hundred years, and could see changes occurring in their vampiric DNA. New children were born with special powers. Certainly there were breeding oddities forming when a dark and a golden vampire mated. Exceptions were occurring at an alarming rate.
He searched what he had been taught. He’d been a gentleman scholar, in the classical sense, almost three hundred years ago, growing up in Tuscany. But what fascinated him for most of his life was human nature. Paolo knew he wanted to be mortal—be and live life as a human—even with its brevity. It was these mortals he befriended, drawn like a moth to the flame. Once he had accepted the turning, he never could really be human again, even though he walked amongst them as much as was possible.
To idle the time away, he focused on amassing wealth, something he did very successfully, and tried to live as “normal” a life as possible. He guarded the  secret of his vampire genes, and was a dedicated husband to his mortal wives. In the end, though he tried very hard, he failed miserably.
Could someone have discovered the apex? When their immortality began? He also wondered if these early vampires were dark or golden.
Or was there a difference at the beginning?
He was fascinated.
“Where have you gone?” she asked him, and he realized he’d been daydreaming.
“I’m enchanted with your story, Cara. I’ve never heard it before.” It was the truth.
“Well, at this point that is all it is, a good story. But I just feel like there’s something to it. My classes are the way I pay my bills. But what I’d rather do is research full time. I haunt libraries like some haunt bars.”
They both laughed. It felt good to see her smile. It seemed to bring out the sun in the room.
“So this is what you do with your free time?” he asked.
“Pretty much. I have to force myself to get out and do something decadent, like going to that costume ball.”
“Where you meet a mysterious gentlemen dressed as the creature you study.”
“Exactly. Like it was fated.”
She was smiling, shaking her head from side to side and looking down at the table. Paolo wanted to take her in his arms and cover her body with kisses. He consciously toned down the glamour, releasing her reluctantly. But then he couldn’t help it. His soul needed warming.
Come to me, Carabella. Show me you have interest and I will fulfill your wildest fantasies.
She was making figure eights with her forefinger in the water spot from her iced tea. The design was flowing, sensual. Curved, and that point she seemed to linger on where the two rings touched and crossed over one another. Unexpectedly, she looked up into his face and he felt her need. It wasn’t a glamoured attraction. It was coming purely from her.
“Tell me about yourself, Paolo.”
He sat up straight and laid his forearms on the wooden table, sliding them over so that his palms rested on her fingers. “Gladly,” he said as he gently squeezed her hands. He waited to feel any hesitation on her part. There was none.
“I’m from an old family in Tuscany. Generations of Monteleones have lived all over the Mediterranean, but mostly in Italy.” He searched the warmth of her cheeks, down her neck, examining the length of it, and the curve as it connected to her shoulders.
“And?” she asked.
“You must forgive me, but I find you so beautiful, it is distracting.”
That brought a flush of blood to her face. She jerked her fingers slightly, but did not remove them from  under his large hands. He rubbed the side of her palm with his thumb. Slowly, he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the delicate flesh of the backs of her fingers, which smelled of jasmine and lavender. He felt her pulse quicken.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” She smiled through a sudden realization that she’d been blushing, embarrassed.
“For not running away.”
She slipped her hands free and dropped them in her lap. He resisted the temptation to glam her as she straightened her spine and averted her eyes. But then she came back to him, her lips slightly open, moist. And she looked at his mouth.
You come to me of your own free will, Carabella. I will not hurt you.
“I, too, am a bit of a loner,” he began. “I like dark corners in large rooms, stay to the outside. Don’t like to attract attention. I don’t have any alpha females in my life, either.”
Her face lit up at that.
“You certainly looked like you enjoyed being the center of attention at the ball,” she said.
“Faeries. Faeries are always beta. Angels are alpha.” He tilted his head to see how these words affected her. She leaned in, putting her chin in her palm, not seeming to notice that she’d planted her elbow  in the small puddle of condensation on the table. She finally shrugged, as if unable to give him a comment, her eyes wandering all over his face, down the front of his chest.
“Sometimes I get carried away.” He said as he looked directly at her and was rewarded when he saw the blue vein at her neck pop up, as if greeting his hungry fangs. He was filled with desire to taste her, and to mate with this charming mortal woman.
“So tell me something about you I wouldn’t ask,” she whispered.
“I am staying with my brother and his wife in Healdsburg. They have a small winery there. But I have a home in Tuscany.”
“That wasn’t a very daring reveal. Surely you can do better than that.” Her eyes sparkled with the taunt.
He hesitated, and then answered, “I have never found the love of my life. I am the only one of my brothers who has not found that special someone.”
She raised her eyebrows, and waited for more.
“I have tasted wines from all over the world. You might call me a professional taster, but I have no degrees.”
“A professional taster of women, too, it seems. Never been close to taking the plunge?”
“Close, yes. Several times. I do enjoy mortal women.” His slip-up earned him a frown from across the table. He quickly recovered with a smile, indicating it was a joke, “I identify playing the part of your vampires. The dark loner, brooding type, occasionally bored with my life. I don’t attract women who last very long.”
It was the truth, and seemed to satisfy her.
“What do you do to them to send them away?”
That was a good question. “Every good fantasy has an untimely death, right? You believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy…”
“You really believe a fantasy love can’t last forever?” she asked, dismissing the childhood references.
“As in immortal?” he asked. He was coming closer to the dangerous edge of a reveal, and he knew she’d rein herself in very soon.
“I mean a love that can last a lifetime,” she spoke the innocent words which captured him. He could see this was important to her.
“With all my heart. Yes.” He placed one palm on his chest as his other hand wanted to hold hers. But Cara was primly sitting, hiding her hands under the table. He could feel her resolve, a combination of control and desire.
Let me unleash your inner fantasies, Carabella. Let me teach you the pleasures of…
Cara’s cell phone blurted out the sound of a car horn. She fished for it from her computer case and answered, “Hello Johnny. What’s up?”
Paolo listened to the squawking on the other end of the line. He looked out the window as he heard her assistant’s tinny words. “You wanted me to go down to Berkeley to speak to that researcher. Can I bail on the office time if I promise to do it for you this afternoon?”
“Anyone signed up?” Cara asked.
“Well, I’d blocked out the afternoon for our discussion time, so I don’t think anyone will be here. I can’t go to Berkeley tomorrow, so thought I’d take advantage of the time today. You okay with that?”
Cara looked at Paolo, who was pretending he had no idea the lovely woman in front of him was now free for the entire afternoon.
“I’m fine with that. Leave it marked off. I’ll see you Wednesday. Thanks for calling.” She ended the call and placed her phone on the table.
Cara’s screen saver was a picture of Frank Langella dressed as Dracula.
“Good news?” he asked. He tried not to stare at the actor’s picture.
“It seems my office hours have been cancelled.”
Paolo took her hands in his. “I’ve got some excellent thoughts on how we might spend the afternoon. If you’re willing.”
She stared at their entwined fingers as she allowed her forefinger to rub along his flesh. Her touch sent him into a trance of desire.
“I think I might like that.”
And that was all she had to say.

 Romance novelist with three series:

SEAL Brotherhood (Accidental SEAL, Fallen SEAL Legacy)

Golden Vampires of Tuscany (Honeymoon Bite, Mortal Bite)

The Guardians (Guardian Angel Erotic Romance) Heavenly Lover, Underworld Lover

Lives in wine country, Northern California. When not writing, she is getting vera vera dirty in her flower and vegetable gardens.

Contact Sharon:
Accidental SEAL 
Heavenly Lover (Amazon) (Nook)   
 Underworld Lover  (Amazon) (Nook)   
 Honeymoon Bite  (Amazon
Mortal Bite (Amazon)

Hope you’ve enjoyed my excerpt. One lucky commenter will win a Kindle copy of Mortal Bite, plus an autographed copy of the cover in poster size, signed by none other than cover model Jimmy Thomas himself!!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Review Phantom (Dark Musicals #1) by Laura DeLuca

Author: Laura DeLuca
Genre: YA Romance
Pages: 262
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: March 29, 2012
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Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb: The “Phantom” was a musical phenomenon that Rebecca had always found enchanting. She had no idea that her life was about to mirror the play that was her obsession. When her high school drama club chooses “Phantom” as their annual production, Rebecca finds herself in the middle of an unlikely love triangle and the target of a sadistic stalker who uses the lines from the play as their calling card.

Rebecca lands the lead role of Christine, the opera diva, and like her character, she is torn between her two co-stars—Tom the surfer and basketball star who plays the lovable hero, and Justyn, the strangely appealing Goth who is more than realistic in the role of the tortured artist.

Almost immediately after casting, strange things start to happen both on and off the stage. Curtains fall. Mirrors are shattered. People are hurt in true phantom style. They all seem like accidents until Rebecca receives notes and phone calls that hint at something more sinister. Is Justyn bringing to life the twisted character of the phantom? Or in real life are the roles of the hero and the villain reversed? Rebecca doesn’t know who to trust, but she knows she’s running out of time as she gets closer and closer to opening night. Only when the mask is stripped away, will the twenty first century phantom finally be revealed.

My Review: A very entertaining, shocking, thrilling and exciting YA read that brings us a different sort of take on the Phantom of the Opera (a long time favorite musical of mine by the way). Any fans out there that enjoyed the story of the Phantom, or just enjoy the genre itself will enjoy their time spent with this read :)

Rebecca is a senior in high school. She’s always quiet, barely noticed and she’s fine with it. But all of that changes once she tries out for a part in a school musical. Some things take a turn for the better, some for the worse. Can she survive being on stage after all of her years going unnoticed and can she decide on which boy her heart truly wants?

We then have Justyn and Tom. Both are seniors, both handsome (in their own ways), both are in the musical and both like Rebecca and want her for their girl. There’s a mysterious air to Justyn that holds on to the reader and even makes you question him a time or two. He’s a newbie to the high school and of course there are plenty of rumors about him going around and round.

Then there is Tom, surfer boy good looks, money, charm and talent. He’s been in school with Rebecca for years and barely spoke a word to her. Now he desires her in the worst (or best) possible way and WILL fight for what he wants!

There’s a bit of a love triangle for a majority of the book (entertaining and scary at some points). But I am VERY happy with the choice Rebecca made in the end. The heart speaks the loudest and it should NEVER be ignored, even if no one agrees with the decision!

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Review: "Mercenary Abduction" by Eve Langlais

"Mercenary Abduction"
Author: Eve Langlais
Series: Alien Abduction #4
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: ebook
ISBN: 9781927459294
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: February 7, 2013
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Buy Links: Amazon

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All this mercenary wanted was to steal his way to fame and fortune, a great plan until a human accidentally stole his heart.

Makl is looking to become the greatest mercenary the universe has known. In true family tradition, he leaves a trail of mayhem and bodies wherever he goes. steals the most priceless of items, ravishes females left and right. But that all ends the day he comes across the biggest prize of all – a human barbarian.

Fooled into thinking her a priceless virgin and captivated by her pale skinned, two-breasted frame, he abducts her, or at least means to. His plan goes somewhat awry. The not-so-innocent human becomes his partner in crime instead of his prisoner, and together they form an unstoppable duo. Tales of their misdeeds and budding passion become a universal sensation, but there’s no room in a mercenary’s life for a mate. Or is there?

For the first time in his life, the Mercenary’s Guide to Prosperity doesn’t have an answer to Makl’s questions, and there’s no visible threat for him to kill. What’s a poor, purple mercenary to do? Admit he’s in love – or ditch the delectable human?

Warning: This story contains a hot purple alien. Probing is to be expected

Another great alien adventure by Eve Langlais that continues with hilarious antics, fun, excitement, a sexy purple morsel of a male and sexy scenes that get your pulse in an uproar! This is the fourth book in the Alien Abduction series, and it can definitely be read as a stand-alone, but I recommend reading the entire series, it’s a blast!
Olivia is a human that’s live amongst aliens a majority of her life. She’s beautiful, smart as a whip, a great actress; witty and very tricky (I really like her!) When she’s staging the best take ever and runs into a…complication. The last thing she expects to find is herself wanting to be with a big, purple stud of an alien (swoon).
Makl is a hunk of a purple alien that is all about making a name for himself. He ESPECIALLY wants to out due his cousin in the worst way! When he gets a call from his aunt asking for him to bring them a human, he does not like it one bit. But who can say no to family? Not Makl, especially if he values his life (his aunt is a trip!) When he finds a human and finally gets his hands on her, the last thing he wants to do is bring her to his family. He feels…things for her and can no longer imagine his life without her.
Any fan of the genre will have a great time escaping with Mercenary Abduction.

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