Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Burned, A Donovan Circus Novel by Liz Long Review

Title: Burned
Series: Donovan Circus Series, Book 2
Author: Liz Long
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Pages: 300
Price: $2.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: Fast-paced, exciting urban fantasy.

Book Synopsis:

“Tell Sheffield that Medved is hunting him…the Bear is coming.”

Nearly a month after Lucy Sullivan saved the Donovan Circus from certain death, she discovers that Dr. Felix Hardy wasn’t the only bad guy around. When Lucy is attacked on home ground, Sheffield Donovan reveals that there are bigger foes in their world, gifted that use their powers to kill others – including her own family, as she learns from her ringmaster mentor. Medved, a Russian thug and powerful Shapeshifter, is intent on outing the gifted world and will stop at nothing to succeed.

In order to survive, Lucy and her friends must travel to another show, the Grayson Circus, for help. The uneasy alliance with owner Albert Grayson comes with potential new friends and dark secrets about their competition, including a troublemaker named Mel and an old flame of Lucy’s father. Lucy must also contend with her feelings about Keegan and Gabriel, as well as learn how to contain her rampant emotions or risk setting the entire place ablaze.

Will Lucy be able to save the Donovan Circus again? Or will Medved and his men slaughter everyone in their path on the way to gifted domination?

Review:

Exciting from page one, Burned, the second book in the Donovan Circus Series, is a must for those that love urban fantasy. A great book for young adults and adults, I found that I quite enjoyed the fast-paced action of this fantasy. I hadn't read the first book in the series, but had no trouble at all getting wrapped up in this one.

Love, Lies and Lemon Cake by Jayne Bartholomew Review

Title: Love, Lies, and Lemon Cake
Author: Jayne Bartholomew
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Pages: 243
Price: $3.90 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: A romantic comedy that touches the heart.

Book Synopsis:

A lot can happen in a year.

Mark is struggling to juggle redundancy with an extremely expensive supermodel fiancée who wants a show-stopping wedding in Las Vegas.

After years on the move, Kate returns to her home village and unknowingly brings a problem from the past with her.

Penny yearns for a little more spice in her marriage to the vicar, but when she does find something that excites her, it’s not quite what she expected.

There’s sabotage in the tea room and Laura’s in a coma.


Love, Lies and Lemon Cake is a cheerful and uplifting look into village life. Go on, have a nibble…

Review:

If you love how the movie Love Actually follows several different characters and how they eventually collide, then you'll love Loves, Lies, and Lemon Cake by Jayne Bartholomew. Filled with a diverse group of characters, this romantic comedy is a fast-paced read that will leave you laughing, but will also touch your heart.

The Perfect Mix: Jersey Girls Contemporary Romance Series by Charity Pineiro

The Perfect Mix: Jersey Girls Contemporary Romance Series by Charity Pineiro
$2.99

YOU CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST...
Handsome contractor Rey Ramos seems to have all that any woman would want. Good looks, brains, money, and a heart of gold. But Rey also has a deep dark secret that could scare off the beautiful up-and-coming restaurant owner who has captivated him. Rey is not too eager to share the ugly reality of his past with his new client - and it would be totally foolish to fall in love with her...

Blanca Martinez is street smart and savvy. Her gut is telling her to be leery of her new contractor. He's just too good to be true and her instinct says that he hasn't always been the good guy he appears to be. In fact, there is something totally bad boy about him that warns her to be wary. As she and Rey work to renovate a rundown building into the restaurant of her dreams, Blanca slowly uncovers the truth about Rey's past and becomes more and more attracted to the man he has become...

Anora's Pride by Kathleen Lawless Excerpt

Anora's Pride by Kathleen Lawless
$2.99

Anora King doesn't say she's married when she moves to a new town, but her neighbors leap to that conclusion. For Anora, struggling to raise money for her brother's operation, the deceit has its advantages, until the new marshal comes to town.

Jesse Quantrill is shocked to find himself lusting after a married woman, but Anora doesn't act married and her mixture of innocence and feisty determination is irresistible. If the two fall in love it will be the town's biggest scandal but, no matter how hard they try to stay apart, lawbreakers, riots and ructions drive them into each other's arms.

Excerpt:

     “You best sit down.” Anora picked up the sheet, bit it between her teeth, then tore a two-inch strip from end to end. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
     “Don’t tell me you think I’m a weakling?”
     “No. I think you lost more blood than either of us realized at the time. Hold your hand out straight.”
     He flopped down onto the cot and set the lantern on the floor next to him. As he held his injured hand toward her, palm up, she couldn’t help
but be aware of the way his long legs splayed forward, one on either side of her.
     Her mouth went dry. Her hands shook slightly as she wound the white cotton strip around and around his palm, split the end with her teeth, and  knotted it tight. “There. That ought to hold. You
should get the doc to dress it properly tomorrow.”
     “It’s fine the way you did it.”
     She shot him a wary glance. His words sounded a trifle slurred. Impossible to tell in the lamp light if his color was off. “You feeling okay?”
     “Never better.”  Inch by inch his legs slowly closed together,
trapping her between his thighs. Anora’s balance faltered and she planted her hands on his shoulders  to steady herself. He turned his head and placed a searing kiss on the inside of her bare forearm. The
heat from his lips ricocheted through her like a shooting star. Slowly she sank down in front of him, aware of every sinew of strength where his powerful legs gripped her tight.
     She swayed toward him, fingers plowing through his hair where it brushed the back of his collar. She wet her lips, parted them slightly. The wait seemed forever before he captured her mouth beneath his.
     As their lips touched, they groaned in unison. The kiss deepened. This time Anora knew to part her lips. To expect the delicious sensation of Jesse’s tongue wrapping itself around hers. Sweeping the inside of her mouth in a way that turned her bones to liquid.
     Jesse’s arms closed around her and crushed her against him. She could feel her nipples tingle as they met the hard wall of his chest. His hands roamed possessively across her back from the base of her spine to just above her shoulders, then back again, lower this time. He cupped her bottom in a shockingly delightful way, urging her hips closer
against the juncture of his legs.
     Anora felt the manly stirring of him; evidence of his arousal that swept her away on a dangerous, uncharted current of excitement.  She murmured in disappointment as his lips left hers, then sighed in pleasure as his plundering mouth found the sensitive hollow between her shoulder and neck. She arched her spine, her head lolling back as his lips wrought their magic on the sensitized skin of her neck.
     She stiffened slightly as she felt his fingers wriggle down inside the neckline of her gown beneath her underpinnings, but when he brushed
the nipple of one breast, a sensation so exquisite shot through her, she jerked taut in his arms. Her mouth formed a round O of surprise, before he once again claimed it for his own. Jockeying himself into a reclining position, he tugged her prone atop him.
     Sprawled across Jesse, Anora was frustrated anew by the layers of clothing between them. She managed to unfasten the buttons fronting his shirt and allow herself the pleasure of touching his chest.
     How his flat, masculine nipples hardened when she grazed them with her thumbnail. His breath caught as she ran her palms lingeringly through the crisp black V of hair peppering his breastbone. Daringly she edged her fingers down near his navel, dangerously close to the fastening of his pants. All the while his mouth and tongue were teaching her new and wonderful ways a man and woman kissed.
     She felt the insistent pressure as he ground his hips against hers, and she accommodatingly rolled her hips in return, a move that elicited a groan of pure masculine pleasure. He grabbed a handful of her skirt and pushed it up out of the way. His fingers snaked their way past her stocking tops, branding the bare skin at the top of her thigh.

Enchantment (A Magical YA Paranormal Romance: Book One) by Charlotte Abel

Enchantment (A Magical YA Paranormal Romance: Book One) by Charlotte Abel
FREE

Channie Belks is trying to hide the fact she's a witch.

Sorta hard to do after her parents slap a chastity curse on her for flirting with "dirty-minded, non-magical, city-boys." She can't even walk by a hot guy without zapping him.

There's a way to break the curse; but one mistake could kill her. It's not worth the risk...until she meets a certain BMX champion named Josh.

Suddenly, the threat of death isn't such a deal-breaker.







The Requiem File by John Bartholomew Review

Title: The Requiem File
Author: John Bartholomew
Genre: Thriller
Pages: 304
Price: $3.99 or FREE for Prime Members
Thoughts: An awesome thriller.

Book Synopsis:

Lies are never free; they come with a price tag.

Valentin has already paid, and will stop at nothing to take vengeance against those that hid the truth from him.

Moore and Kate weren't supposed to learn about the lie, but now they must fight for their lives to prevent the truth from dying with them.

With time running out before the greatest threat the world has ever seen is unleashed onto a helpless population, will the truth be enough?

Read ‘The Requiem File’ to find out…

Review:

An edge of your seat thriller. John Bartholomew is an amazing author who has the ability to keep you on the edge of your seat with excellent descriptions and suspenseful scenes. I highly recommend his work to those that love thrillers. I also recommend his book Miracles Take a Little Longer which is another amazing thriller.

Monday, April 21, 2014

French Toast (The French Twist Series) by Glynis Astie Excerpt

French Toast (The French Twist Series) by Glynis Astie
$2.99

Sydney Bennett is back! And her pursuit of perfection is alive and well. Naïve to the core, Sydney believed that when she finally married the man of her dreams, the hard part was over. Following a civil ceremony as a means to keep Louis from being deported, Sydney continues to plan the fairytale wedding that she had dreamed of since the age of five. Much to her chagrin, she discovers that her mother-in-law is planning what seems to be a rival wedding in France that SHE has been dreaming about for her only child since before he was born. How will poor Sydney be able to ensure two perfect weddings in the midst of Louis’ fruitless job search? Especially when her mother-in-law’s idea of perfection appears to be having Sydney embarrass herself in front of hundreds of French people that she has never met?

As if she didn’t have enough on her mind already, Sydney finds herself faced with the trials and tribulations of being a wife. Sydney had always heard that marriage was hard, but she thought that this was just a ruse that married couples portrayed in a bid to make single girls feel less desperate. But as the bills pile up and emotions run high, she realizes that there may just be some truth to this statement. And as she watches Louis’ perfection fade away before her very eyes, she begins to wonder if she made a rash decision in marrying a man that she had known for a mere six months. With all of the obstacles that Sydney and Louis will encounter, will they be raising their glasses in celebration or watching their impulsive marriage crash and burn? One thing is for certain, Sydney and Louis Durand are headed for one hell of a toast…

Meet Sydney Durand

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn’t possibly be serious. Could she? I opened my eyes, looked over at Louis and tried to smile. I can only imagine the look that registered on my face, but I highly doubt it was anything remotely positive. Louis had just finished telling me about his mother’s latest plans for our wedding. I took another deep breath and reminded myself, yet again, that I had agreed to let her plan the wedding in its entirety (with the exception of choosing my wedding dress.) Why would I agree to something so completely insane? It might have had something to do with the fact that this would be our third wedding.

That’s right, I said THIRD wedding and no, I do not have an Elizabeth Taylor complex. And I can prove it! Allow me to give you the short version. After a disastrous romantic history dating back to college, I, Sydney Bennett, was swept off of my feet by the incredible Frenchman, Louis Durand. Louis was in California on business, but following our first week together, he accepted a transfer from his company’s Paris office to the San Jose office. To the great shock of our families and friends, we became engaged a few weeks later. We began planning a beautiful wedding in Monterey for the following September, only to be thwarted by Louis’ unexpected job loss in January. In order to avoid his deportation, we were married shortly thereafter in my home town of Haverstraw, New York. So that my dreams of a beautiful wedding would not be crushed, we elected to have the originally planned event in Monterey as well. Everyone needs gorgeous wedding photos! The first wedding was definitely more practical than gorgeous.

One would think that two weddings would be more than enough for one couple in love, but due to Louis’ status as an only child with an extremely large extended family and his mother’s dream of a wedding that his whole town (population four hundred) would attend, we simply had to have one more wedding. Besides, a wedding in the beautiful French countryside sounded amazing, right? This way my family and I would have the opportunity to experience the wedding customs of Louis’ country as he and his family would experience the customs of ours at the wedding in Monterey. (The first wedding was kind of light on customs as it was predominantly a vehicle to keep Louis in the country.) My mother and siblings were thrilled at the prospect of a trip to France, while my father bemoaned the fact that he would have to set foot in traitorous territory. He is German and likes to complain. Although I was absolutely sure that he was practically drooling at the prospect of the gastronomic experiences in his future.

While three weddings did afford a certain amount of stress, in the end, I think that it helped me. My mother had planned the first wedding (in the span of one week), I was planning the second wedding (in the span of one year) and Louis’ mother was planning the third (in the span of Louis’ lifetime.) This allowed for all parties to end up with a wedding they were happy with. I must admit that the idea having three different wedding dresses is kind of fun. Hey, now! There is no need to judge! The three events are very different levels of formality. The first was an informal town hall wedding, the second would be a formal evening wedding and the third would be an afternoon wedding in the French countryside. If you really think about it, you will realize that having three wedding dresses is an absolute necessity.

Now that my seemingly ludicrous statement of three weddings has been explained, we can return to the problem at hand. Louis has just informed me that his mother, Simone, has purchased an ensemble for me to wear to the rehearsal dinner. (Honestly, this is becoming comical. This will be our THIRD rehearsal dinner.) Let me remind you that Louis’ mother has a very...particular fashion sense. All of the garments she wears are short, tight, brightly colored and/or bedazzled. Given the fact that she is sixty years old, my hat goes off to her. I hope that I have the guts to wear miniskirts into my sixties. She is my hero! Having said that, I have never been one to dress that....um...how do
I put this? Let’s just say that my taste is slightly more conservative.

Louis was practically in tears from laughing so hard as he described the dress to me. Simone had chosen a gold sequined halter mini dress with red satin roses on the straps and red satin ruffles along the bottom of the skirt. She also saw fit to purchase red satin stilettos with matching red satin roses on the toes. I resisted the urge to strangle my husband and began to pace the room. Clearly I made a serious error in judgment when I allowed Simone to make all decisions for the wedding except for my wedding dress. In my defense, I really didn’t think that her purview extended to my wardrobe choices for pre wedding events. It was becoming quite obvious that I had a lot to learn about her…

Excerpt from French Toast by Glynis Astie, Copyright 2014