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Brothers of Mayhem #1
Releasing on February 16, 2016
Sizzling with passion and suspense, perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, the Brothers of Mayhem series revs up as a headstrong beauty faces off against an outlaw motorcycle club—and falls for the bad boy she never saw coming.
Cassidy Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a biker’s plaything.
But Thorn Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard earning the Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks a pair of jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s his old lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever felt so real.
Carla Swafford loves romance novels, action/adventure movies, and men, and her books reflect that. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and lives in Alabama.
What I read at any given time varies widely depending on my mood, which can be difficult for reviewing purposes. But that is beside the point sometimes I get fixated on an author and I don’t want to read anything but their stuff and then other times I am figuratively wandering around the kitchen thinking “I’m hungry, but I don’t know what I want to eat!” Isn’t that the absolute worst feeling? I don’t know if it is the weather or some other conditioned response but I seem to gravitate towards sci-fi/fantasy in the first months of the year, perhaps it is the same reason Blade Runner is the go to movie on New Year’s Eve?
Regardless, I am fortunate to be able to do my day job AND listen to audiobooks (at the same time) and as such the availability thereof at my local library also impacts what I happen to be read/listening to at any given time. The latest Nalini Singh happened to be available at the library and even though I had only read a few of the epic Psy-Changelings series the synopsis of Shards of Hope intrigued me enough to break with my typical reading protocol and not read each and every installment before reaching the fourteenth entry in this massive series. I was not disappointed. In fact I was inspired to read the whole thing to catch up with the characters who I had missed.
Shards of Hope (Psy-Changeling #14) – Nalini Singh
Awakening wounded in a darkened cell, their psychic abilities blocked, Aden and Zaira know they must escape. But when the lethal soldiers break free from their mysterious prison, they find themselves in a harsh, inhospitable landscape far from civilization. Their only hope for survival is to make it to the hidden home of a predatory changeling pack that doesn’t welcome outsiders.
And they must survive. A shadowy enemy has put a target on the back of the Arrow squad, an enemy that cannot be permitted to succeed in its deadly campaign. Aden will cross any line to keep his people safe for this new future, where even an assassin might have hope of a life beyond blood and death and pain. Zaira has no such hope. She knows she’s too damaged to return from the abyss. Her driving goal is to protect Aden, protect the only person who has ever come back for her no matter what.
This time, even Aden’s passionate determination may not be enough—because the emotionless chill of Silence existed for a reason. For the violent, and the insane, and the irreparably broken…like Zaira.
My Two Cents Worth – From it’s Saw-like beginning to the perfectly satisfying ending Shards of Hope proves that Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling universe is still uniquely fresh and entertaining in a genre that can be more than a little rote and trite in the wrong hands.
Enamor (Hearts of Stone #1) – Veronica Larsen
The first step in solving a problem is recognizing there’s one to begin with. Here’s mine. My new roommate is a conceited, womanizing jerk. He pushes my buttons and drives me so crazy I want to strangle him daily.
There’s a million reasons why I should stay far away from him, the most obvious of which being that I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns.
Except that I don’t hate him.
It’s a reckless game we’re playing, treading the edge of an attraction so intense it might as well be a grenade.
My Two Cents Worth – Enamor started of slowly in my opinion but once the story got it’s hooks into me I was all in. While there was some angst in this N/A, what set it apart was the exquisitely depicted romance between Julia and Giles. If anything their affair was the anti-thesis of “love at first sight”. I will definitely read the rest of this series.
I’ll Meet You There – Heather Demetrios
If seventeen-year-old Skylar Evans were a typical Creek View girl, her future would involve a double-wide trailer, a baby on her hip, and the graveyard shift at Taco Bell. But after graduation, the only thing standing between straight edge Skylar and art school are three minimum-wage months of summer. Skylar can taste the freedom—that is, until her mother loses her job and everything starts coming apart. Torn between her dreams and the people she loves, Skylar realizes everything she’s ever worked for is on the line.
Nineteen-year-old Josh Mitchell had a different ticket out of Creek View: the Marines. But after his leg is blown off in Afghanistan, he returns home, a shell of the cocksure boy he used to be. What brings Skylar and Josh together is working at the Paradise—a quirky motel off California’s dusty Highway 99. Despite their differences, their shared isolation turns into an unexpected friendship and soon, something deeper.
My Two Cents Worth – Last but not least was another excellent read, I don’t have much else to add to other than Ms Demetrios is a fantastic writer and I recommend this one to well pretty much everyone. It goes on the short list of books that made me cry and I pride myself on being a stoic reader and not resorting to water works for anything less than the best.
I was left with a bit of a reading hangover following the one-two punch of Enamor and I’ll Meet You There and wasn’t sure what to follow up those excellent novels with. While I am still flirting with the idea of reading Emma Chase’s next entry in the Tangled series I started to get over stimulated and had to abandon that idea in favour of reading it rather than listening… boundary issues you know? I was left with no other choice than to dig down in my e-reader and see what treasures I could unearth.
Frigid (Frigid #1) -J. Lynn/Jennifer L. Armentrout
For twenty-one-year-old Sydney, being in love with Kyler isn’t anything new. They’d been best friends ever since he pushed her down on the playground and she made him eat a mud pie. Somewhere over the years, she fell for him and fell hard. The big problem with that? Kyler puts the ‘man’ in man-whore. He’s never stayed with a girl longer than a few nights, and with it being their last year in college, Syd doesn’t want to risk their friendship by declaring her love.
Kyler has always put Syd on a pedestal that was too high for him to reach. To him, she’s perfect and she’s everything. But the feelings he has for her, he’s always hidden away or focused on any other female. After all, Kyler will always be the poor boy from the wrong side of tracks, and Syd will always be the one girl he can never have.
But when they’re stranded together at a posh ski resort due to a massive Nor’easter, there’s nothing stopping their red-hot feelings for each other from coming to the surface. Can their friendship survive the attraction? Better yet, can they survive at all? Because as the snow falls, someone is stalking them, and this ski trip may be a life-changer in more ways than one.
My Two Cents Worth – My only complaint so far is why oh why would this young man insist in going around in winter as evidenced by the cover in a jacket WITH NO SHIRT!?!? But I assume I am just too old to understand.
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King Trilogy #4 (Based on King Trilogy)
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Releasing Feb 15th, 2016
From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, Comes the New Standalone Story of Mack, a Continuation of the King Trilogy
“THEY THINK KING IS EVIL, BUT HE’S GOT NOTHING ON ME.” – Mack
MY NAME IS MACK. And if I play my cards right, I will soon be dead. Permanently. Not even my powerful twin brother will be able to resurrect me. A good thing. Because a man like me has no business living. Not when I have killed. Not when I have betrayed everyone I have ever cared for. Not when I know I’m destined to do it again.
This is why I have come looking for her—the only one capable of ending me once and for all.
But will she think I’m just another insane patient? Or will she believe the truth? I am thousands of years old, my heart too dark to be salvaged.
MY NAME IS TEDDI, short for Theodora. My entire life has been a canvas of grays, whites, and black. I can’t feel, I can’t understand joy, I’ve never truly lived. Until now. His name is Mack, and though he believes he’s cursed, my degree in psychology tells me otherwise. Besides, someone who’s capable of bringing so much light into my life can’t be anything but good.
But I can save him. If he’ll let me.
(STANDALONE STORY – BASED ON THE USA TODAY BESTSELLING KING TRILOGY)
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author, and host of the radio talk show, Man Candy, on Radioslot.com.
When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.
She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.
She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they’re batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on Radioslot.com !
Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.mimijean.net
Till Death Us Do Part
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: December 29th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
The fateful day Mimi Marcus has dreaded begins with a phone call…
The wife of a U.S. Marine, Mimi spent countless nights worried that her husband Joel would fall in the line of duty. He had fought valiantly and served his country with honor. That’s exactly what they tell her when they deliver the news—Joel was taken by the enemy in Afghanistan. Her husband is dead.
In desperate need of closure, Mimi travels to the one place Joel still has ties—The Marcus Ranch in Texas, inherited by his handsome younger brother Austin.
New beginnings are only an illusion…
The closer Mimi grows to the Marcus family, the more she considers it home. But when suspicions of Joel’s past surface, Austin refuses to disclose family secrets—even to his brother’s widow. It’s only by accident she uncovers evidence of Joel’s tainted past. Devastated by his lies and betrayal, she slowly opens up to Austin, and together they unfold layers of pain and grief.
Mimi is sure she’ll never love again, but is Austin the man to prove her wrong? Then the unthinkable happens…
Just as Mimi finds new hope in a future with Austin, Joel returns home from war. Enraged, traumatized, and teetering on the edge of insanity, Joel confesses to a history of deception, revealing yet another secret—this one too terrible to forgive.
In an awful twist of fate, Joel proves marriage vows are made to be honored.
No matter what.
Mimi had been dreaming of a storm. Heavy rain, violent claps of thunder, and lightning flashing simultaneously.
She saw Joel, reaching out for her, his body bloody and wet. She awoke in the darkened room. It was 2:17 a.m.—the exact time she had woken up for three nights in a row. She slipped out of bed, her pyjama bottoms loose around her ever-shrinking waist. The air was freezing. She dashed across the room to wrap herself in the fleecy dressing gown her mother had just bought her for Christmas.
6:47 a.m. in Afghanistan.
Her stomach growled, begging for food. She couldn’t eat. She clicked onto her Twitter feed to check for more updates since the suicide bombing in Kabul, which had claimed at least six—two were American Marines.
Mimi had contacted the Embassy several times, but nobody could tell her anything. The pain of not knowing was taking away her ability to breathe normally. The silence was too loud. She had tried to remember their last conversation. Did she tell him that she loved him? Words so quick to fall off the tongue to end a phone call. Love you—bye. Often she had felt like she was holding a grenade—being the wife of a Marine, always waiting for a letter, hearing his voice, waiting for news that he was alive or dead.
Author Bio: Novelist, movie addict, and animal lover, Cristina Slough is the author of Till Death Us Do Part, her debut novel.
Cristina has always been a bookworm, rarely seen without a pen and paper in her hand, she loves delving into a literacy fictional world of her own.
At the age of 11, her junior school teacher told her mother that she would be wasting her life if she didn’t become an author. Throughout her teenage years and beyond, her parents spurred her on to keep writing. She later began a career in commercial real estate, working in London’s West End, a corporate bubble where she was unable to fuel her passion to write.
It was on her Californian honeymoon in 2012 that the bug to write was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. After visiting Yosemite National Park she was inspired by the natural beauty of the land that surrounded her. Holding a special place in her heart, Yosemite would later be written into her debut novel.
She finally gave up the ‘big smoke’ when her son, Lucas, was born in October 2013.
When Lucas was a newborn, Cristina was told to sleep when the baby sleeps. She never could. There was a calling inside her to write. After getting to grips with her new role as a mother, she began working a psychological thriller, but she couldn’t fully connect to the characters she created. She ditched the manuscript and started Till Death Us Do Part (Limitless Publishing, 2015).
Cristina is married to Adam, who runs a successful business; together they share their Bedfordshire home with their son, crazy white German Shepherd and three spoiled cats. They can be found trekking through woodlands, or around the many shops Cristina loves to explore. As a family, they love to travel frequently, the United States being a firm favorite.
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CALL ME, MAYBE
Releasing on February 9, 2016
“Ellie Cahill is definitely one to watch!” raves bestselling author Cora Carmack, and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all the best ways proves it once again.
Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t an option. Of course, the last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger’s phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it.
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn’t want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.
The sun was just starting to set later when I took Justin’s phone out to the pool deck and settled onto a lounge chair to call him.
There were no new messages for Justin, but I’d gotten one from my own phone. Someone named the Duchess keeps calling. My grandmother. My code name for her always seemed so funny to me when she called, but now I was embarrassed to think of a stranger seeing it. And I couldn’t get much in the way of tone from Justin’s message. I wanted a chance to talk to him, to have a better interaction than we had earlier in the day.
It was probably stupid. I could have left well enough alone. I didn’t even have to reply. Or I could have just answered with a Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience. I should treat this like a business arrangement. Give him the messages, try not to cause him too much trouble and get his phone back to him in one piece. Prove that I could handle a gaffe like this without causing the family trouble. Make this stupid mix-up nothing more than a strange story to tell down the road.
I found myself selecting my own number from the call log.
He answered on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Justin? It’s Clementine.”
“It’s so weird to see my own number show up when you call.”
I couldn’t read his mood. Not much of a surprise, I barely knew him. “Yeah. It’s pretty weird to call my own number, too.”
“Did you get my message?”
“Yeah, I did. Sorry about that. My grandmother can be kind of . . .”
“Persistent?” he supplied.
I laughed. “That’ll do. Anyway, I’m sorry she keeps calling.”
“It’s okay.” His tone was so relaxed; I could imagine the shrug that went with the words. “The name is, um, interesting.”
“Sorry, I have this thing about not putting people’s real names in my phone.” A mandated thing, but one I’d grown accustomed to. I kind of enjoyed coming up with goofy nicknames for people.
“Huh. Also interesting.”
“I—sorry. You’ll see some others, I’m sure.”
“Don’t apologize. I got a good laugh out of it. Did I get any other messages?”
“Someone wants you to sub for darts on Tuesday?”
“Andy. Can you screenshot it and send it to me?”
“God, it’s horrible that I don’t know my own roommate’s phone number. How did people used to memorize phone numbers all the time?”
I laughed. “I seriously don’t know. Oh, you had another message from the University of Florida. They want your money.”
“They always do.” He sighed amiably. “You can just delete that one. And any others from them for that matter.”
“I take it you went there? For college?”
“When did you graduate?” In other words, how old are you? I picked nervously at the seam of the lounge chair’s cushion.
“Three years ago.” That made him, what? Twenty-five?
“So, how on earth did you end up in Chicago?” It was the eternal Midwesterner’s question. As a people, we could scarcely imagine a climate less desirable than our own, a region more likely to earn the mockery of others, or a final destination less understandable than a flyover state. Even Chicago.
“I got into Medill.”
Medill? I scrambled for context. It rang a bell, but I couldn’t place it. “Where?”
“The journalism grad school at Northwestern.”
“Oh!” I did know the name. I certainly should, considering my family owned about half the media market in Chicago. “That’s . . . great!” I wanted to ask a dozen follow-up questions about what he was doing there, but before I could organize my thoughts, he’d moved on.
“What about you? How did you end up in Chicago?” His tone was still casual, and I jumped at the chance to prove myself normal.
“I’ve lived there, on and off, since I was about five.”
An awkward silence descended. So much for being normal. I figured I should go back to business. “So, are there any calls you’ll need to know about immediately?”
“Technically, I’m on vacation. But I gave your number to a few crucial people, so I hope I can keep the calls to a minimum for you.”
“It’s no problem,” I said in a rush. I didn’t want to remind him of how annoyed he was earlier. “Whatever you need.”
“You’re being really nice about this.”
“Well, it is my fault.”
He laughed softly. “True.”
Ouch. “It’s actually my brother’s fault, remember? He’s the one who unplugged my phone—your phone at the airport.”
“Right. Our scapegoat.”
“I’m the girl who sort of fell on you,” I confessed out of the blue.
“You are? Wait, how do you know that was me?”
Heat rushed up the back of my neck. “I . . . I may have looked at a couple of your pictures. I’m sorry! I know that was a total invasion of privacy, but I just wanted to know whose phone I had, and I’m really sorry.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I made some kind of noncommittal noise.
“But now I get to look at yours.”
My heart caught in my throat. He was right. It was only fair. But the idea scared the hell out of me.
When I didn’t respond he asked, “Are you there?” He’d put me on speakerphone from the sound of it.
“Okay, hang on . . . let me just—wait a second, before I do this. How old are you?”
“Just didn’t want to be a creeper.”
I laughed. “Nope. You’re in the clear.”
“Okay then . . .”
My pulse beat in my ears while I waited.
“There you are. Oh yes, I remember.”
“You barely looked at me.” A nervous laugh slipped out, and every insecurity I have ever had in my life clamored for attention. “You must have a good memory.”
“Not hard with that face.”
Which is when I had to lie down or I was very possibly going to faint. So I fell back on the lounge chair’s cushion. I managed to clear my throat. “Technically, you could mean that in a good way or a bad way.”
“Do you want to know?”
“Okay then. I guess you’ll just have to wonder.”
Was that flirting or was I imagining it? I could have sworn his voice had gotten warmer, maybe a little softer.
“Yeah, I definitely remember you,” he murmured.
Was he still looking at pictures? My toes curled. “Well, at least we’ve sort of met, I guess.”
“Sort of,” he agreed.
“So, nice to meet you . . . again.”
“Nice to meet you, too.”
A silence fell between us then, and after a few breaths I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Um . . . I guess I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Have a good night, Clementine.”