Midnight Run, by Bailey Bradford Reply


4 out of 5

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Midnight Run is a quick steamy read. Malakai is a frightened young shifter who was kidnapped at a young age which gives us an almost childlike character.  Jack is an Alpha with no pack, yet he is depicted almost too gentle when interacting with Malakai.  I know Jack is treating his mate to be careful because he knows he needs it, but after being alone for so long we have the opening for a few interesting scenes where emotions could clash.  Instant attraction leads to quite a few pages of Jack and Malakai pleasing each other in very detailed form.  Keeping with the impression of Malakai’s innocence this story keeps the sex rather calm considering what Jack hints at being capable of.  All in all a Dom with an all too willing mate leads to this well written short story.

Review by Fawnzys

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



Always the lone wolf, never the mate…

Alpha Jack Herman used to have a pack, but he’s been alone for a long time. When he catches a whiff of another shifter encroaching on his preferred hunting grounds, he’s determined to put a stop to that immediately. There’s only room for one wolf in Jack’s territory—Jack.

Captured as a pup, Malakai is a shifter, but he’s neither wolf nor alpha. What he is, is scared, exhausted, starving, and close to giving up. Hunted by a predator, Malakai fears his newly found freedom is about to come to a violent and abrupt end.

Instead, he finds himself in the arms of a man strong enough to do whatever he must to take care of Malakai.


About the Author:

A few things about me…

I am a married mom of four who spends most of the day writing, either on stories or at the blog. I love to write as much as I love to read. I am generally quiet and laid back, choosing to let things slide off me rather than stick and irritate me.

And it’s really hard trying to think of descriptives for myself, so I’ll just let y’all e-mail me or comment at the blog if there’s something specific you’d like to know, and spare you from reading a boring bio.

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Spotlight: Coven’s Calling, by Helena Shaw Reply

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Coven’s Calling
Night Hunters

Book Two

Helena Shaw

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Genre: Paranormal New Adult

Publisher: Jynxed Moon

Date of Publication: January 30th

Word Count: 70,000 words


Book Description:

Dawn Garrett has left behind the horrors she faced in Goosemont for a life on the road with Jase Byrnes. With his guidance, she’s started her training as a hunter of the things that hide in the shadows.

But that training is interrupted when another hunter needs help on a case. Together, Dawn and Jase head south to Louisiana to discover just what is behind a series of gruesome attacks in the suburb of Bon Marais. It’s the perfect chance for Dawn to show off her new skills, but with real danger lurking everywhere, Jase isn’t ready to let her out of his sight.

She’s sick of being held back, but when someone from her past arrives in Bon Marais, Dawn will face her toughest fight yet. She has to make a choice whether to become the hunter, or to follow her heart.



The trio ate in silence, and Dawn did what she could to keep an eye on the crowd, to listen, but
everyone who passed was more occupied with talking about what else they had to buy for Christmas
than they were about any of the strange goings-on in town.
“This is a bust,” Jo moaned as she finished her burger. “Most people are downright ignoring us.”
“It’s because we’re a group,” Jase said to her. “It’s harder for people to feel at ease around a group of
people they don’t know. Just standing here, we look like we’re watching them. We need to go about this
another way.”
“Such as?” Dawn asked, though she knew the answer and was not looking forward to it.
“We need to split up,” Jase said. “Sixty minutes, got that? We meet back at this exact spot.”
“So you can get another burger?” Jo joked.
“Hey, now,” Jase laughed with her. “Just because I want a second helping doesn’t make it my only
Dawn wished she could share in their lack of concern, but being left on her own was scarier than she
remembered it being only weeks before. She’d grown accustomed to having Jase by her side, and there
was no way of knowing if someone—or something—was out in the woods just waiting for them to split
Her concerns weren’t long-lived. As Dawn began to pace around the clearing on her own, she
couldn’t help but let herself enjoy the sights, the sounds, and most of all, the smells. It was all so
familiar, a beautiful flashback to her childhood. A cotton candy stand beckoned her on her left, while a
vendor selling fudge called to her from her right. All around her, people were smiling, and a few even
said ‘hello’ to her as she passed. Despite the dangers, people seemed friendly. Maybe even forcibly so.
Just as her guard began to drop, Dawn spotted two silhouettes off in the shadows between the
motor for the Ferris wheel and the pump for the unused bouncy house. Despite their poufy jackets, their
shapes were decidedly female, and with the noise around them, there was no way they weren’t having a
conversation they wanted to keep between just the two of them.
Slowly, Dawn made her way through the crowd of people. The two women she was keeping an eye
on had their backs to her, and over the noise they might never hear her, but she couldn’t take that
chance. She just needed to get close enough to hear something, anything, before she made her retreat
Around her the crowd broke, and she managed to get close enough to hear a soft, lilting voice just
above the roar of the motor. It wasn’t a voice she recognized—at least, she didn’t think so—but despite
its softness, there was anger there.
“Look,” she heard one of them hiss at the other, “I screwed up, but I’m not the only one. You need to
keep that damn ghoul on a tighter leash.”
Dawn’s heart skipped a beat. She’d found them. There were at least two witches, and she’d found
them. All she needed was to get close enough to them to see who they were before she found Jase and
told him just what she’d discovered.
It was risky, but she had to do it. Her heart pounded as she moved. They were only a couple feet
away, and all she needed was a quick look and she could disappear into the crowd, unnoticed and
Her luck was lacking, though, and from the shadows a third figure appeared. Before she could make
sense of the hooded face before her, they raised their hand and a fine pink dust clouded the air. In her
eyes, her nose, and her throat, the smoky plume burned, and she nearly fell to her knees, coughing in a
feeble effort to stop the attack.
It was only when she was able to breathe again that things started to change. With every inhale came
a deep warmth that flowed through her veins and filled her with passion, desire, and need.



About the Author:

Helena Shaw resides in a small town in western Ontario. When she is not writing, she is taking care of her two boys and her husband.










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Cover Reveal! Second Death, by Emily Reese 2




When Meghan Monroe went missing, her twin brother Mike swore to find her. The harder he looked, the less he seemed to find until he came across a book called The Collector. If his hunch is correct, his professor, Claire Wallace, holds the key to finding his sister. But no one knows better than Claire that finding Meghan might be the least of Mike’s worries.

After he ignores her warnings to go home and forget about the book, Claire must make a choice: let Mike’s discoveries lead him to certain death, or face down her own demons to help him. Knowing The Collector is much more fact than fiction, Claire must decide whether to protect the secret she has kept for eighty years, or reveal her true nature to save another girl from sharing the same dark fate.

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About the Author:

Emily Reese graduated from the University of North Texas with a degree in Communication Studies, which makes it a little easier to write dialog–when her characters are cooperating.   She lives out in the middle of nowhere with her husband, their two daughters, two cats, and a Pug.  She loves smushed faced animals, the creative power of Junior Mints, the glory of naps, baking, knitting, and the sound her Monkey makes while she sucks her thumb.

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Blood Prophecy: Queen’s Destiny, by Barb Jones Reply

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4 out of 5


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This book has something for everybody: vampires, witches and werewolf’s.  Very complex story with a great plot! I’m not sure how the author was able to keep it all straight while writing it but it works out to be fabulous way to tell this story! When you were told your part of a prophecy it’ll take hundreds of years to come to pass you and have to prepare for when the queen arrives.

Amber is a child genius who went to college at 16 and was done in 20. She was offered a job at a museum and decided to move from New York to Seattle. This is when she meets Chloe who currently works at the museum and is give the job of picking up Amber from airport and showing her around.   Chloe happens to be a witch which soon Amber will find out (in the most unusual way) and really doesn’t believe her. Amber tells Chloe that she has had the same dream all of her life and it’s been getting stranger and stranger.  With Chloe’s help Amber starts to find out the truth of what this means.

Michael has been alive for hundreds of years waiting to fulfill a prophecy that a queen would come and unite all the different races. That he would be the queens consort and keep her safe and nothing will get in his way. With the help of Marcus they will put all of the information they have into place.  Will two vampire, a witch and a “normal” girl be able to find their way through this riddle and keep each other safe, and if they do then what….

Review by Brave One

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Amber Stone, once a child prodigy, has just become curator of a special collection of Macedonian artifacts for the Seattle Museum of Natural History. Chloe, a prodigy of a different sort, holds a position at the museum focusing on tribal art. The two become fast friends, united by Amber’s unsettling dreams and Chloe’s unorthodox ways of dealing with them. Two strangers arrive in town, bringing with them a prophecy recorded more than three-thousand years ago, a prophecy that places Amber directly in the midst of a battle that has spanned a millennia.





About the Author:

Barb Jones is a multi-genre author with a very vivid imagination.  She writes with an uncanny ability to draw you into the supernatural world.   She also carries the talent to write for children and allows them to feel as if they belong to the magical world of King Arthur.  Barb is also a successful IT director in addition to being a mother.  Her world is filled with imagination, creativity and passion.  She made her debut in the paranormal genre with the start of an amazing series called Blood Prophecy for adults and The Adventures of Little Arthur and Merlin the Magnificent for children.


Currently residing in Sarasota, Florida, she enjoys the beaches and sunshine.





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Author Guest Post:
What does the Media do?

I sometimes think that there are a lot of times when someone does something just to get the attention of the media, because they want to be famous, like when someone claims that they have the winning lottery ticket that they never really bought. But other examples can cause a lot more trouble, as when someone holds people hostage, or kidnaps someone, committing a crime they know they’ll never get away with, and their main motive is to get into the spotlight for as long as they can. There are plenty of people in jail for stuff like that, but the problem is that their actions hurt the lives of other people, often resulting in death.

It makes you wonder about what the bad side of publicity is. After all, would those events occur if people weren’t going to be made famous by them? Probably not. I suppose that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have newspapers and news teams and all, but shouldn’t there be a limit? Princess Diana being chased around by all those Paparazzi certainly thought so, God rest her soul.

What interests me is what Tom Wolfe calls the ricochet effect of journalism. He means that someone does something purely to get the attention of the media, and that this action ricochets into the lives of many people in ways that could not have been predicted. This kind of situation seems to me to be very interesting to explore.

My novel, Hostages, seeks to explore this question, to some degree, and looks at the motives of a man who takes Americans hostage, which results in enormous inconveniences for many, many people.


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Forged in Fire, by Juliette Cross 2


5 out of 5

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Romance, action, adventure, and friendship was just what I was looking for in this book!
Genevieve Drake was out celebrating her twentieth birthday with her best friend when she is assaulted not once, but twice. On the second try some guy nearly chokes her to death in an alleyway behind a New Orleans Goth club. This is when she learns demons do existed in the world. Jude Delacroix—Dominus Daemonum, Master of Demons, comes to her rescue and now is her guardian.
What I enjoyed about this book is no matter how many minions Danté, the demon prince sent, or even when Danté himself tries to control her soul, she was a fighter. I love a good story when the heroine doesn’t wait around to be rescued, but end up rescuing others.  Can’t wait for the next book!
Review by Romantic Renay
Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



She never knew this demon world existed. Now she just wants to survive it.

Genevieve Drake never needed a man to come to her rescue. Not until the night of her twentieth birthday, when some dude nearly chokes her to death in an alley behind a New Orleans Goth club. And a hot stranger splits the guy in half, rips a monster from inside, and incinerates it into ash.

The hunky rescuer? Jude Delacroix—Dominus Daemonum, Master of Demons, now her guardian, whether she likes it or not. But she’s seriously beginning to like it.

Her would-be murderer turns out to be only the first of many minions of the demon prince, Danté, who has all kinds of lascivious and sadistic plans. Which means when the formidably beautiful Jude offers his protection, Genevieve has no problem accepting it.

For Jude and his fellow demon hunters tell her she is a Vessel, one who is born to serve the Light, but can be corrupted into a weapon of darkness. And to survive, she must trust a man whose unearthly eyes promise heaven…but whose powers unleash hell.


Warning: Contains a dark and brooding demon hunter who harbors even darker secrets, a snarky heroine who’s being hunted by every demon in the underworld, and a sadistic demon prince with a fancy for violent sexual encounters.


Excerpt (Longer excerpt can be found at the end of the post.):

I’d parked illegally on the street, knowing full well I’d probably have a ticket on the windshield when I returned. Campus cops were like sharks in bloody waters, sniffing out offenders with notorious stealth. You never saw them but sure as hell felt bitten when they got you. Dreading to see that I’d been attacked by one of these predators, I rounded the corner, and my heart stopped.

Propped beautifully against my silver 350ZX was my rescuer, R-and-B from last night. Faded jeans fit snugly on his hips, and a gray T-shirt accentuated a perfect upper body. His black hair fell just right across lovely dark eyes. With casually crossed arms, he watched me approach.

Heart, please stop pounding that way before he notices.

This was no accident. He’d found me somehow. Should I be afraid? He didn’t look dangerous. Well, not in a serial-killer sort of way. Hell, he looked good enough to eat. Totally faking bravado, I stopped in front of him with one hand on my waist.

“Are you stalking me?”

He didn’t answer, eyeing me from bottom to top. His gaze paused at my throat, then finally made its way to my eyes. Still mute. I hated awkward silences.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s not polite to stare?”

That seemed to jar him a bit. He straightened, his expression grim at best.

“I apologize. I was—”

“Checking me out. Yeah, I got that loud and clear.”

Damn, I was brave. He cleared his throat, hiding a smile now.

“I was going to say, examining you.” He gestured to my neck.

“Examining? Why? Are you a doctor?”

“Of sorts.”

“What sort of sort?”

“I have a doctorate.”

No way. He seemed too young to have a PhD.

“A doctorate in what?” I asked skeptically.


“Your expertise?” I asked, noting the rather sarcastic lilt in my voice. He didn’t bat an eye.

“My thesis was on how weapons reflect the savagery and sophistication of a culture.”

That accent again. Definitely European. But what country?

“Well, a PhD in weaponry may give you some idea how to inflict injuries, but it doesn’t qualify you to examine and diagnose them.”


Ha! One point for me.

“So…” I let the word hang. “How could you possibly have a PhD in anything at your age?”

“I’m older than I appear.”

A slow, slow devastating smile. A fluttering in my stomach felt like a frantic flock of blind birds. Re-lax, Gen. Thank God he spoke, because for the moment, my lips had completely forgotten how to form words.

“I simply wanted to determine whether you’d recovered from last night’s attack,” he said, pushing off my car and coming closer.

Oh no. He was going to touch me. Genevieve Elizabeth Drake, do NOT faint. He reached out and gently folded back my hoodie. He lifted my chin and angled it so that he could see the marks I knew were purpled along the left side. Why was I letting this stranger get so close? Even if he was picture-book gorgeous. I pushed his hand away and stepped around him to my car.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled, pulling the keys from the front pocket of my backpack. “What I want to know is how you knew where to find me. And why are you following me? It’s a bit creepy, even if you did save my life last night.”

We’d now switched places. I leaned back against my car. He stood there, examining me again, thumbs hooked in the front pockets of those yummy jeans.

“Yesterday was your twentieth birthday, wasn’t it?”

Okay. Double creepy.

“How did you know?”

My question confirmed whatever idea he had in his head. I could see it in the nod and drop of his perfect cleft chin.

Two girls flitted by, engrossed in a conversation. One nudged the other when they caught sight of him, ogling shamelessly. They giggled. Couldn’t blame them, but it pissed me off for some reason. R-and-B gave them no real notice, turning back to me.

“I think we should go somewhere private to talk.”

Said the creepy man to the little girl with a lollipop and a white van waiting around the corner.

“Um, I don’t think so.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t know you. And no matter what you did for me last night, at this point, I don’t trust you.”

He shifted weight to his other leg. “As you wish. We’ll talk here.”

“Not that I’m ungrateful, but why were you following me last night? Into the alley?”

“I wasn’t following you. I was following the demon.”

“Fair enough. How did you know it was my birthday?”

“Last night, I wondered but thought it impossible. I had not thought to meet another like you in all my time as a…” He paused, glancing around and lowering his voice. “As a Dominus Daemonum.”

I shook my head. “Okay, hold up. Met one what before? And what the hell is a dominus da-whatever-you-said?”

Dark enchanting eyes kept me still, even with my saucy attitude. A face chiseled in stone regarded me with care. I would never admit it, but I was afraid to move. Something in those almost-black depths warned me what he spoke of now would change my life forever. What’s more, I knew those words. They were Latin. But the translation in my head didn’t make sense.

“The what is a Vessel,” he finally said. “And a Dominus Daemonum is a Master of Demons.”

“Do you mean like a…a demon hunter?”

He nodded. No smile.

“That is what I am,” he said.

“And what’s a Vessel?”

“That is what you are.”


About the Author:

Juliette Cross

Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance–brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.


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Chapter One


I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror-backed elevator. Long legs in dark blue skinny jeans, red top that fit a little too well, and straightened black hair falling to the middle of my back. Along with Mindy’s Ferrari-red lipstick, I looked…

“Smokin’ hot. You’ve got some serious junk in the trunk too.”

“Shut. Up.”

I glared in the mirror at my best friend, her perfect blonde self beaming at me with a syrupy-sweet smile.

“Seriously, I will wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Oh, come on, Gen. You look amazing, and you know it. I wish I had half your curves. Don’t be so grumpy. Tonight, I want you to relax. Nothing else to worry about. Just have fun.”

I glanced down at her baby blues pleading with me to loosen up.

“Nothing to worry about. Fun. Got it.” I smiled.

“Awesome. Now let’s go celebrate!”

We were total opposites in just about every way. She was petite, slender and tan. I had inherited my height and dark hair from my dad. But my milk-pale skin and ice-blue eyes came from my mother.

“Stop brooding,” muttered Mindy.

“I’m not.”

Right before the elevator doors opened, Mindy shifted and glanced sideways under long lashes. A telltale sign of guilt I recognized from our long friendship.

“What, Mindy? What did you do?”

“Nothing,” she protested too innocently. “I forgot to mention that Steven is coming with us.”

The elevator dinged. The door opened.

“You did not set me up on a date tonight,” I grated out.

“No, I promise! Not a date. He just wanted to come along. As a friend. That’s all.”

I eyed her with suspicion. “Whatever. But, I am not on a date. This is my night, remember?”

“Yes! Of course! Your night.”

She hooked her arm through mine as we entered the lobby of her mother’s upscale New Orleans condo. I was still surprised by what an unemployed divorcee could afford, but then I glanced at Mindy. She was a perfect miniature of her mother. An endless stream of wealthy men in this city were willing to bestow treasures on attractive, charming women. I kept hoping Mindy would choose more wisely. Sadly, she had the same sort of taste in men as her mother.

We waltzed into the lobby, arm in arm, clip-clopping across white marble to a set of gold brocade sofas. Her boyfriend, Dazzling Dave, jumped up along with his buddy, Slippery Steve.

“Ladies, ladies. You two look divine.”

Seriously? I wish Mindy would find a new boyfriend and fast. His lines were nauseating. He gave us his signature smile, beaming his super-straight and over-bleached teeth.

“Hi, David,” she gushed, instantly gluing herself to his side.

Steven stepped up, eyeing me from top to toe. “Hello, Gen. You look awesome. Ready to celebrate?”

“Hey, Steven. Thanks. Ready as I’ll ever be.”

I tried not to grind my teeth as we pushed through the glass doors into the night. I wanted to stay angry at Mindy for dragging Steven along. She knew that our failed blind date nearly a month ago still had me on edge every time someone mentioned going to the movies. Seriously, I didn’t realize that watching a Will Ferrell comedy in the dark was a contact sport—not until I went out with Slippery Steve.

The ride downtown in David’s convertible definitely lightened my mood. Cool night air hinted at autumn. Canal Street buzzed with life. Neon lights blazed from one end to the other, highlighting everything from liquor stores to Commander’s Palace. Partygoers laughed, sauntered, and half stumbled along the sidewalks. The din of honking horns chorused energy and life. Rather than turn left toward the French Quarter where the buzz became downright noisy, we hung a right. I had no idea where we were going. Mindy had kept it all hush-hush, wanting to surprise me.

The New Orleans business district bustled during the daytime, but now the streets were near empty. All the shops and offices stood dark and closed. Apparently something was still open or Mindy wouldn’t have dragged us down here. David parallel parked on a side street, folding the top up with a click on the dash.

“Let’s go, ladies.”

“Come on, Gen!” Mindy squealed as she scooted out.

I smoothed down my hair, unable to keep from laughing at her enthusiasm. “I take it you’re excited?”

“You’re going to love this place. Promise.”

One block over, David led us down a few steps into a basement club underneath a fluorescent-green sign reading Tartarus. A broad, beefy guy took my license at the door, scanning it without expression. He blinked twice, then handed it back to me, saying in a monotone voice, “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Sunshine.” I gave him my brightest smile.

His mouth quirked at the corners, then straightened again to a grim line. I loved throwing people off-balance.

Mindy pulled me, literally, bouncing into the club. The beat pumped right through my body, vibrating to my bones. Laser lights flicked and twisted around the room, pulsing to the rhythm of the house music. While Tweedledee and Tweedledum went for drinks, I pulled Mindy out to the dance floor. A drinker I was not, but dancing? Hell yeah.

Making our way through the throng to the middle of the dance floor, Mindy and I moved our bodies to the rhythm pulsating around us. I loved this feeling of elation when I relaxed my inhibitions. I spent so much of my time behaving calm and controlled, but here, I could let loose and dance with my best friend. No matter that we were crushed between sweaty bodies reeking of cigarette smoke, hard liquor and musky cologne—I felt free. I laughed. Mindy threw her head back and laughed with me.

A tall sandy-haired guy beelined for us. He passed Mindy and started dancing behind me. Why is it that every Timberlake-wannabe thinks he can grind on a girl when she’s having a perfectly good time dancing without him? I maneuvered closer to Mindy, rolling my eyes so he couldn’t see. She smirked with a sympathetic tilt of the head, but the guy was not taking the hint. Seriously? I needed to warn him off. He put his hands on my hips, pressing even closer. I restrained from kneeing him in that most sensitive spot for men, wanting to keep my birthday as trouble free as possible.

“No thanks.” I pushed his hands away.

By some divine fortune, he didn’t put them back, but leaned close, warm breath on my ear.

“You’re really hot.”

I nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s really hot. Need something to drink.”

I pointed toward the bar, pulling Mindy along with me. A quick glance back at gyrating boy had me stumped. He stood perfectly still, staring after us as if confused. A sinister red gleam flickered in his eyes as I turned away, a weird reflection of lights or something. When I glanced back from the bar, he had started dancing with another unlucky girl.

“Creeper!” yelled Mindy in my ear.

The music kept us from having any civil sort of conversation, so we leaned back against the bar, where David passed us drinks. Blue lighting backlit the wall of liquor bottles all the way to the ceiling, giving the dark room an eerie glow. Black dominated the place, except for the bar lighting and the silver cages on either side of the DJ’s stage. This is where especially drunk girls who wanted to be center stage could make total asses of themselves. Right now, only one cage was occupied by a barely standing blonde.

“Appletini.” David passed Mindy a glass of green liquid. “And Coke Zero.”

“Thanks,” I said, downing it.

“It is your birthday,” said Mindy. “You could live a little, you know?”

Mindy and I were still underage, but that didn’t stop most of the young-adult world stuck in that purgatory between eighteen and twenty-one. Honestly, who came up with the law to allow college students to enter a bar at eighteen but not be served alcohol? For once, I’d love to see an undercover police officer shut down one of these clubs, flashing his badge and attempting to arrest the vast number of underage drinkers allowed into the place.

“Come on,” urged Mindy.

She persuaded so well.

“Fine,” I sighed. “I’ll have a drink. A beer, please.”

Steven grinned like an idiot, and I don’t know why. It’s not like one beer would suddenly make him attractive. I leaned back against the bar, propping my elbows up behind me. Scanning the scene, my eyes passed by a corner, then did a double-take, zoning in on someone tall, dark and way-beyond-handsome.

He stood in the shadows against the far wall behind the dance floor. Dark jeans, black button-down, crossed arms, and seriously fine face fixed directly on…me. Never before had my heart leapt into my throat. I tried to swallow, to make it go back into my chest where it belonged. To no avail, mind you.

“Here, beautiful.” Steven handed me an Abita Amber.

“Thanks,” I muttered with a tight smile. Please, Steven. If you could see the competition across the room, you’d tuck tail and run.

“Yay!” screamed Mindy. “A birthday beer!” She giggled and clinked her glass against the lip of my bottle.

The music pumped hard and loud, wavering between old-school classics and modern tunes. Mindy suddenly squealed with delight. I knew why without asking. The Cure’s song “Fascination Street” started thrumming all around us. As much of a Barbie Doll as she was, Mindy had eclectic taste in music, and anything by The Cure required complete adoration. Taking my beer with me, I followed her back onto the floor, squeezing through the sweaty bodies.

Unfortunately, Steven did too. Persistence—I suppose that is a virtue in some people. Right now, it was just annoying. I sipped on the Abita to avoid talking to him and moved to the slow beat. Mindy and David shuffled off together, locked in an embrace. I feigned interest, pretending to listen to Steven yammer about who-knows-what, but all I wanted was to peer behind him at Mr. Rugged and Beautiful.

He hadn’t moved, still watching from his solitary post with hooded eyes. Actually, from here, I couldn’t really tell if his eyes were directed at me or simply in my general vicinity.

Oh crap! Here came sandy-haired gyrating boy again, more earnest than ever. His hands found my hips, quickly moving south.

“Back off!” I shouted over the music, elbowing him in the ribs.

Not too hard, but hard enough to make the average guy get the hint. He didn’t.

“Dude, did you hear her? Back off!” Steven stepped in.

For once, I was thankful he was present. Steven grabbed the guy’s shoulder, but Sandy-hair pushed Steven so hard he fell through the crowd into the DJ’s stage. Other dancers sidestepped and turned back to their partners, probably thinking him drunk. Sandy-hair swiveled to me. A cold expression shuddered across his face. I stepped back, but he caught my wrist in an unbreakable grip. He pulled me hard against his chest, knocking my bottle to the floor, pinning my arms under his. He grinned. Primal fear flared inside me. Something was very wrong here. Again, a flash of red skimmed across his eyes. Was I already tipsy from half a bottle of beer?

“Let her go,” a deep voice rumbled directly behind me.

Sandy-hair tore his gaze from mine. One glance at the deep-voiced person over my shoulder, and shock skittered over his expression. Or was it fear? He bared his teeth like a cornered animal, then let me go, backing away toward the exit of the club.

I twisted around, looking up, way up, into the face of Mr. R-and-B standing a head taller than me. I was five eight and wearing boots. Dark eyes, so dark they were almost black. An unreadable expression set in harsh lines. I couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. From far away, he was stunning. Up close, I couldn’t even breathe. He gazed down at me for what seemed like an eternity while lights and music pumped around us. Captivating. Hypnotizing. Was he putting me under some spell? Why couldn’t I think straight? My mouth hung agape as I tried to regain composure.

Finally, he spoke. “Are you all right?”

Me? No! I’m about to need resuscitation from lack of oxygen. Preferably mouth-to-mouth. And from you, please.

“Yes. I’m fine,” I whispered, clearing my throat.

All of a sudden, it was very hot in here. Where was that beer?

He stared at me a moment longer. He appeared to be somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties, but something in those dark depths made him seem so much older. His olive skin reminded me of warmer climates; not here in Cajun country but somewhere distant, exotic. Wavy dark brown hair hung loosely across his forehead and to the nape of his neck. He hadn’t shaved recently, and man, oh man did I want to run my fingers across that scruffy jawline. I realized I was staring, no, gawking at him. A ghost of a smile flickered across his face. Without saying anything else, he pivoted and headed for the exit, which was quite a pleasant view.

By this time, Steven was back at my side, scowling.

“Where’s that dude? I’m gonna smash his face in!”

Yeah. Whatever.

I couldn’t figure out exactly what just happened. Of course I was thankful Mr. R-and-B showed up, for more than one reason. There was something very wrong with Sandy-hair. Maybe he was on drugs. Ecstasy could make people very touchy-feely, so I was told. The way he glared at me, the sheer menace in those strange-colored eyes—disturbing to say the least. Must be the laser lights in here.

I waved the bartender over and downed the beer the moment it was in my hands. I tried to chill out. Glancing back at the dance floor, I saw David half carrying Mindy toward the bar with a rip in her jeans at the knee.

“Mindy! What happened?”

“Fell and twisted it.” She winced with each step. I pulled up a stool.

“Let me go get the car,” said David. “I’ll pull it around.”

“No, David,” Mindy whined in her lilting drunk voice. “Stay with meeee.” She hooked her arm tighter around his neck. One too many appletinis.

“I’ll go.” I set my beer on the bar. “Wait here.”

Mindy grabbed my arm. “Sorry.” She pouted with glazed eyes. “Didn’t mean to ruin your birthday.”

“You didn’t.” I smiled. “Be right back.”

“I’ll come with you.” Steven took David’s keys and followed me. We pushed through the crowd back to the entrance, passing by big-and-beefy at the door.

“Later, Sunshine,” I called with a wave.

He nodded with a thin smile. Not a soul walked the street. I found it sort of strange to have a bar located in the more industrial end of town. But it was an eccentric place. Maybe that’s what they were going for. Exclusivity, to make it more appealing. A gust of wind whooshed by, lifting my hair. I wrapped my arms around myself as we angled down the side street toward the car.

“You cold?” asked Steven behind me.

“No.” But something made me shiver. “You have the keys?”

“Yeah, right—”

I heard the keys jingle and fall to the pavement, then a thump. I spun to find Steven slumped against the wall. Unconscious. Before I could register what happened, my body slammed up against the brick wall behind me. Pinned in place by none other than Sandy-hair, his hand grasping and squeezing my throat.

“Keep still.” Voice low and gravelly. “Don’t scream.”

As if I could. How could I, of all people, get myself into a defenseless position? I knew how to fend off an attack in a hundred different ways, but he already had me in such a tight grip. He crushed me against the wall, choking the life out of me. I stared up at him, hoping to memorize his face for a police report later. If there was a later. Spots hazed my vision, though I definitely recognized those hate-filled eyes, blazing blood-red down at me. What the hell?

“Such a pretty one.” A guttural murmur. “Such a shame to have to kill you.”

Kill me? What! I squirmed, trying to pull free. Useless. A sinister hissing laugh in my ear. Lightheaded. Dark spots at the corner of my vision. I couldn’t see anything anymore. I drifted. I thought how sad my father would be that I died in such a violent way as I slipped further into oblivion. I thought of my mother.

Suddenly, I gulped air back into my lungs. I was free of him, sliding down the wall, feeling my way along the cold brick behind me. A dark shape loomed, grappling with my attacker. Finally catching my breath, chest still heaving, I focused to see a shadowed figure lifting my would-be killer by the throat off the ground, holding him midair. His words confused me even more.

“Stop human-hopping, and come out to play.”

I knew that deep voice from the dance floor: R-and-B. Sandy-hair held on to my hero’s arms. He laughed that wicked laugh again.

“Make me,” he hissed.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

R-and-B placed his free hand on the guy’s forehead, still holding him aloft. He whispered something I couldn’t hear. Sandy-hair screamed in agony. His body blurred. A second head twisted, separated from the first. How was that even possible? The second one was malformed and hideous with deep-set eyes, no nose at all and gnashing fangs. R-and-B pulled the monstrous head, slowly ripping a writhing, ghastly creature from inside Sandy-hair, letting the human host slump to the pavement. The monster screeched and hissed as my dark rescuer chanted inaudible words. Tiny hairs on my arms rose with a rippling chill. An aura of flickering golden light swept wide above his head and shoulders, beaming off his back.

I rubbed my eyes, sure I’d been slipped some mind-altering drugs in the club. R-and-B whispered more vehemently, words I couldn’t quite hear in another language, though they sounded familiar. The creature screamed, twisted, unable to free itself. The size of a small child with bony, spindly limbs and gnashing teeth, the thing beat and scratched and clawed the air. I heard the final words of the creature’s captor, his aura flickering like flame.

“Go back to hell.”

In a bright flash of reddish-gold light, the beast disintegrated into smoke and powdery black ash. The smell of sulfur wafted into the air, leaving a metallic taste on my tongue. R-and-B dusted his hands off on his jeans, totally calm and collected. He sighed, walked over to Sandy-hair and checked his pulse. A sharp nod, then he walked toward me where I still sat against the wall, wondering what in the world just happened. Squatting in front of me, he lifted my chin, examining my throat.

“How do you feel?”

I blinked, trying to ignore the heated sensation of his touch on my skin and wondering if I’d truly lost my mind.

“Well, I was nearly choked to death, and I just saw you pull a monster out of another man, then use some voodoo-mojo or something to crush it into dust.” I stopped to cough, rubbing my throat, my voice raspy. “I’m feeling fine. How are you?”

I knew I should be a little less snarky to the guy who just saved my life, but what an insane question. His extremely distracting lips lifted into a smile.

“Better, then.” He grinned. “Good.”

He had some sort of accent, but I couldn’t place it. I took advantage of our proximity to examine him closer. Above his top button, below his collarbone, I could see the black etchings of a tattoo. I recognized the Celtic interlacing from my mother’s artwork. The tattoo must be very big, and I wanted so much to see the fine details. He reached out his hand and pulled my necklace out from underneath my shirt. The action surprised me as he moved farther into my personal space.

“Can I help you?”

He observed the medal dangling on the chain. “St. George. The dragon slayer.” One dark eyebrow lifted in a question.

“My mother gave it to me.”

“She is a smart woman.”


Those midnight eyes gazed directly into mine, searching. “I’m sorry.”

Sorrow whirled in those depths. I felt overheated again so near him. My heart hammered away. He hovered so close, too close, just staring at me like…like what? He seemed to be trying to solve a puzzle. Finally, I found my voice.

“Thank you.” I swallowed, my throat tight. Glancing at Sandy-hair still unconscious, I nodded toward him. “What was that thing? The thing inside him?”

“A lower demon. A rogue, apparently. Why would he want to kill you?”

“A what? Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head once. “Not a joke, I’m afraid. I don’t understand why he wanted to kill you.”

His voice was so calm, so normal. A lower demon nearly killed me, and he was playing paranormal detective. What was a lower demon? And what did that make my rescuer? Steven stirred nearby. I’d forgotten all about him.

“Your boyfriend is unharmed. However, he’ll have a headache.”

“He is not my boyfriend,” I enunciated very, very clearly.

Another ghost of a smile crossed his face. My insides melted into a pile of goo.

“Come. Your friends will worry.”

He offered his hand and lifted me up. His hand enveloped mine, warm and rough from calluses. I needed to let go, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch. I was never overwhelmed. I was Genevieve Drake, the epitome of calm and collected. Steven moved again. Damn him.

Tall, dark and smolderingly sexy lifted my hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss along my knuckles. His lips lingered, spreading warmth from my hand to my arm and throughout the rest of my body. What an old-fashioned gesture. I shivered. Not from the cold. His eyes never left mine.

“Happy birthday.” He let my hand slip from his.

What? How did he know? Unable to hold his gaze any longer, I glanced down, chanting a brief mantra in my head. Get—it—together. I took a deep shaky breath, finally summoning the courage to ask for his number. When I looked up, he was gone.

Plague: A Love Story, by Michele Drier Reply


Book 3 in the Kandesky Vampire Chronicles.

Purchase at Amazon for $2.99



This book gave me more of what I was wanting, and I did greatly enjoy it. I felt that the characters became better developed through out the book and I got more insight into them. It also helped provide more insight into some of the characters who are not necessarily the main characters in the story but do provide plot development. I will admit to being a little confused in the beginning, so it threw me for a loop while I was trying to figure out what was going on, but it was explained later. I am enjoying seeing how the writing style is developing as the series continues and look forward to what happens next in the Maxie/Jean-Louis story!

Review by Formal Penquin

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



The third book of the Kandesky Vampire Chronicles begins the saga of the family’s start during the chaos of 14th century Hungary. When Stefan’s wife and infant son die in a minor plague outbreak, he has nothing to live for, so Theron’s turning him to a vampire is just a way out of his anguish.
Until he takes over the estate of a merchant, recruits Jean-Louis to teach him business and meets Lady Penelope Kandesky.
Plague returns to Budapest and this time paves the way for Stefan to become Baron Stefan Kandesky, a businessman who builds a trading empire with the help of Jean-Louis and Pen.


The Mortal One, by Shannon Bell Reply


Purchase at Amazon for $2.99



Unusual perspective on Vampire.

This was the first of a series. I was expecting more information much faster. The premise of a human woman who has been searching for vampire all her life and actually meets one could be pretty fun. But in this story I felt that the speed of the book was not up to par. The first person view was interesting but somewhat confusing at times. I would have loved to see more of Dylan and Nico and learn more about vampire but instead it seemed to stretch too long in the telling. I kept waiting for their romance to take off but it did not. Then there was the crazy obsession with clothes by Dylan which did not seem necessary nor did it move the plot along. There were several times when I did read a bit faster because I was caught up in the story and then it slowed again and I got bored, or impatient for more of what could have been.

I was disappointed because I love a good vampire story and really wanted this to be one. It could have been. It has good bones. It has a great premise, and the two main characters could be stronger and more decisive and I think that would make them more interesting. I wanted to like them, and I guess I did but I did not love them. Maybe a little more time spent with the main characters before introducing many others could have made it  better.

I would probably read another book by this author but I would have to check some reviews first to see what they said.

Review by Wildcatnana

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



Hot vampires are everywhere and Dylan is finding it hard to control herself – especially since she is the only Mortal One. Her life was normal up until a few days ago. Then she met Nico on the streets of Florence and her world will never be the same again. Nico is sexy, Italian, and immortal – three features that she has never found more alluring in a man. She must now learn how to balance an exhilarating love affair and vampire politics at their worst. There’s also a Parisian vampire that wants to claim her and she has to receive a mark in order to keep her safe from the troubles that exist. Meanwhile, she finds it difficult being the only mortal one in this new world of hers.​


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Author Bio:

Shannon Bell grew up in Florida and has always dreamed about vampires – and still secretly hopes they exist. She is married to someone who tolerates her crazy story-telling about Romania and has a daughter she hopes will have the same enthusiasm for vampires when she grows up that her mommy does.


Shannon has a Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida as well as an online degree in vampirology and lycanthropy. She is a full-time writer and currently hard at work on her next novel.


Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ShannonBellauthor

Twitter: @Sbell_writer

Website: www.shannonwritesandblogs.com

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Shannon-Bell/e/B00HFS6A40

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7847506.Shannon_Bell


Slade, by Teresa Gabelman 2

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5 out of 5

Purchase at Amazon for $2.99



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Reading Order with Buy Links

Damon (The Protectors Series) Book #1 http://smarturl.it/DamonProtectors
Jared (The Protectors Series) Book #2  http://smarturl.it/JaredProtectors
Duncan (The Protectors Series) Book #3 http://smarturl.it/DuncanProtectors
Sid (The Protectors Series) Book #4 http://www.smarturl.it/SidProtectors
Adam (The Protectors Series) Book #5   http://smarturl.it/AdamProtectors
Slade (The Protectors Series) Book #6  http://smarturl.it/SladeProtectors



Teresa keeps this series going in a good way. Each warrior is different so you don’t get a repeat of the same stale story retold in each book. We get a lot of perspective from Jill’s point of view here. How she puts up with Slade has me shaking my head some of the time. Can you say grumpy gus? Be ready for the quick rough sex here. Slade is no gentle giant. Loved it and ready for the next one!

Review by Fawnzys

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



Highly trained VC Warrior, Dr. Slade Buchanan’s, role between lifesaver and lifetaker has been a constant battle, but nothing prepared him for half-breed VC Warrior trainee, Jill Nichols. Slade realizes his struggles from the past were nothing compared to the difficulty of resisting the woman who could never belong to a man like him.

Being the only female VC Warrior recruit, Jill Nichols, has an uphill battle. Falling for the sexy doctor, Slade Buchanan, has not made the battle any easier, especially when he constantly reminds her and others there will never be anything between them. Working harder than any male recruit, obstacles are thrown in her path, and with each challenge, it becomes clear that the two things she wants most may never be.


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About the Author:

Teresa Gabelman is the Best Selling Author of the ‘Protectors Series’. When not writing about sexy alpha vampires and the women who drive them crazy she can be found screaming for her son as well as his teammates at MMA events across the country.

Being a full-time writer has allowed Teresa to connect more with readers which is what she loves most about writing. If you find the time she would love to hear from you!

Social Links :

Website: www.teresagabelman.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Teresa-Gabelman/191553587598342

Twitter : @TGabelman


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Angel Rising Redemption, by LaVerne Thompson Reply


5 out of 5

Purchase on Amazon for $4.99



What an intriguing twist on the paranormal world. Welcome to the world of the soulless, and the hunters, who consider them to be murdering, blood-sucking vampires. This is an action story with intense sexual attraction.

Samuel Glaus is a master hunter of the soulless. Thalya is a soulless who is a very old and powerful being. When Samuel tracks down Thalya and is surprised to learn that not all soulless are evil. It changes the way Samuel and Thalya thinks of the hunters and the soulless.
The cast of characters was very strong. I just  love a strong female character with her own personality who can kick ass.
Review by Romantic Renay
Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



To walk the earth she must feed her hollow soul.

Some of the most beautiful people in the world are not human. They have no soul, feel no emotion and are pure evil. You can tell by the color of their dark, dead eyes. Samuel Glaus knows this. He is after all the son of a human mother and soulless father. He is, half human and a hunter of the soulless. He is also in love with one who cannot love him back.

Thalya is a soulless creature, but unlike others of her kind, she does not kill to feed her hollow soul. She hungers only for emotion and above all she hungers for Samuel’s love. Her enemy. Her redemption. And she’s willing to kill for it.

Adult situations. Violence. Must be 18+



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Author Interview:

– Interview between LaVerne Thompson and Karen Swart


Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

-Yes I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Even my former profession involved writing, I was a lawyer.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

-lol I think my mother knew the first time I wrote on her walls. I’ve always written be it just making up stories in my head or keeping a journal of poetry and short stories. So I think I’ve pretty much always defined myself as a writer.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

-Once I decided to actually submit something it was another 5 years before I was published. And my first work published was not the first work I even finished. That story is sitting in the bottom of a drawer and might never see the light of day. Lol We’ll see.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

-I’m blessed to be able to be a full time writer and I’m very grateful for it.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

-Angel Rising Redemption. To walk the earth the soulless must feed their hollow souls. By any means necessary.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

-I’m a hybrid author. I’m published with three publishers but I also self-publish. My most recent, Angel Rising is self-published.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

-Really depends on the idea, the story, what else I’m working on. I’ve cranked out 10,000 words in 2 days. I’ve taken anywhere from 2 months to 5 years to finish work.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

-Right now I write in multiple genres and under two name, contemporary, fantasy, sci/fi and romantic suspense and new adult under Ursula Sinclair. I plan on just doing more lol.

What genre would you place your books into?

-A  paranormal contemporary fantasy romance.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

-I tend to write what I also enjoy reading.

Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

-Really depends on the day you ask this question. Lol Today that would be Maze from my Ballerina series. He does whatever he has to do to protect those he loves. But that tends to be a common theme with me for my heroes. But a man like Samuel from Angel Rising fighting his tears and losing that battle, yeah, that get’s me every time too.

How long have you been writing? and who or what inspired you to write?

-I’ve written for as long as I remember. I think before I even realized what I was doing lol. And I find inspiration in everything around me. I don’t even have to open my eyes lol. I write because I must.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

-lol no set routine depends on the mood of the story if I need music to get me to the tone I’m going for. With Angel Rising at times I listened to No Church In The Wild- Kanye West, Eyes Without a Face-Billy Idol, just to name a couple.

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

-Sometimes the story starts with the title and I write the story for it lol. Other times the title doesn’t really come to me until I start the story. This time around I had the prologue to the story before I had the title. lol

How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

-A lot of the places I describe are places I’ve been, heard or read about. The names I collect. Anytime I come across an interesting name I make a note of it. I have a list of names in my iPad I can draw from.

Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?

-Both actually. Sometimes I begin a story and just know what the characters names are or even just one, other times I have a character a persona then have to go through my name list to find the perfect match and hope I haven’t already used it. Lol.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

-I pretty much decide as I go along. I have a shell but it’s flexible. I try to have my characters grow into the person the h/h needs them to be.

Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of “The moral of this story is..”)

-Not really at the end of the day I’m writing a romance. So I want my readers to come away with a sense of well being that hopefully they can carry through for the rest of the day. That said this particular book does carry a few. Lol You’ll have to read the series to figure it out.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

-There was a time I would have said emphatically paperback. Now I gotta say I’ve primarily read ebooks for the last year. A month ago I tried to read a paperback book in bed and got frustrated because there was no back lighting on it lol.

What is your favorite book and Why?  Have you read it more than once?

-I actually have quite a few that are favorites and yes I’ve read them more than twice, and a couple where I’ve only read them once. In no particular order and these are just a few of what can take up a page: Pride & Prejudice Jane Austin, Honor’s Splendour Julie Garwood, Wheel of Time Series Robert Jordan, Dragon Riders of Pern Anne McCarffery, Troubleshooters Series Suzanne Brockman, anything by Elizabeth Lowell.

Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

-Depends on the book and the people behind the movie. One of my favorite franchises has got to be The Lord of the Rings and then maybe The Twilight Saga. I don’t have any worst but The Name of The Rose I thought the book was much better than the movie.

Your favorite food is?

-Chocolate *grins*

Your favorite singer/group is?

-Don’t really have one. Really depends on my mood what I want to listen to.

Your favorite color is?

-If you look in my closet you’d say black but you’d have to look in my kitchen to see my true favorite color. It’s cobalt blue.

Your favorite Author is?

See favorite books. Lol Same answer.

Once again thank you for the interview.

Thank you so much for having me.



Adam, by Teresa Gabelman Reply


5 out of 5

Purchase at Amazon for $2.99



Adam finally finds his Angel.  Alice, who really makes you want to break things, makes a friend in the Mayor.  She has revenge on the brain.  Jill is finding out that becoming a warrior truly is harder for a girl.  I really am looking forward to the next book.

Review by Fawnzys

Our blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.



Half-breed vampire, Adam Pride, has an almighty chip on his broad shoulders. Trying to move on after finding Angelina married to another, Adam has a decision to make. Remove the chip and move on or kill the man who took what he wanted most in the world, his Angel.

With his heart in pieces, Adam’s on a mission to become the best VC Warrior he can be. It’s not long before fate steps in, turning his world and life as he knows it upside down. Shocking revelations will realign allegiances and draw the VC Warriors onto a new path. This journey is not Adam’s alone. Every Warrior, half-breed and human will be affected by what is to come. The unknown awaits. The battle has just begun.