31 October 2013



I remember a time- way back in the late 1980's and early 1990's when finding a paranormal romance was like- well finding a needle in a haystack.

And as that old saying goes - "We've come a long way baby".

Now it's impossible NOT to find one. Sadly, for me the market has become way too flooded with them. Before they were that rare treat to be relished and savored. Today... meh...

I'm NOT saying what's out there isn't good. In fact, that's part of the problem. Most of them are just good and by good, I mean average.

Don't get me wrong-there are more than few stand out authors. I also understand that there are only so many paranormal themes. However the thing about most paranormal romances- they're written as part of an ongoing series. Sucks because with almost all of those you just can't jump in midstream without being completely lost OR feeling like you are missing a little something. I know I'm missing out on some good ones because I'm so FAR behind. But I've gotten away from the theme of this Thursday's post.

So in the spirit of going back those early days of searching for a paranormal romance, I submit one of my favorites, published in 1994. Ironically it is book two (The Black Rose Chronicles) in a series:


For All Eternity (Vampire, #2)"Powerful vampire Maeve Tremayne loves her immortality. She time travels freely from century to century, taking nourishment only from the most evil members of the human world. But sometimes she steps in to soften the final moments of the dying by offering them one last moment of pleasurable release from pain. Haunting the battlefield of Gettysburg on one such journey, she dares to lose her soul to a dedicated mortal doctor, Calder Holbrook. Calder thinks she is merely a delusional dream of men in agony, but when he sees her for himself, he loses his heart to the beautiful immortal woman. 

Maeve tries to put the mortal doctor out of her mind, and wants to erase his memories of her, but she can't resist her own attraction. Then their budding romance is threatened when Maeve is called upon to confront Lisette, the mad vampire queen who rocks the immortal world by causing a war that pits all undead creatures against each other. Before the angels can step in to destroy them, Maeve needs to forge an alliance with the hostile warlocks against their mutual enemy. But she must also protect Calder, whom she fears will be caught in the middle of the battle."

Linda Lael MillerABOUT THE AUTHOR:

As the daughter of a town marshal, Linda has come home to the western lifestyle that gave birth to one of today’s most successful authors. She left Washington years ago and pursued her wanderlust, living in Arizona and London and traveling the world. Now the author of more than 100 novels, the “First Lady of the West” is glad to be back home, writing contemporary and historical stories that have earned her awards and placements on all the national bestsellers lists.

Linda traces the birth of her writing career to the day when a Northport teacher told her that the stories she was writing were good, that she just might have a future in writing. Later, when she decided to write novels, she endured her share of rejection before she sold FLETCHER’S WOMAN in 1983 to Pocket Books. Since then, Linda has successfully published historicals, contemporaries, paranormals, and thrillers before coming home, in a literal sense, and concentrating on novels with a Western flavor. For her devotion to her craft, the Romance Writers of America awarded her their prestigious Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award in 2007.

Linda’s current contemporary Big Sky series—Big Sky Country, Big Sky Mountain and Big Sky River—have all hit the New York Times bestsellers lists. Linda continues to follow the lives of the Parable, Montana, residents in Big Sky Summer and Big Sky Wedding in 2013.



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26 October 2013




Young Adult Paranormal:

After the collision claimed her mother’s life and left her with a memory full of holes, Lilly Noble is sent away to boarding school on the gloomy island of Raven’s Landing, Maine. Though feeling exiled and abandoned by her father, she is determined to fill in the blanks the accident left in her mind. When she meets the hypnotically charming and strangely intense Murosky Skaggs, his unnatural curiosity and careful attentions toward her raise her suspicions. His stories don’t add up. Lilly’s search for the truth beneath his lies causes her life to take a thrilling and terrifying twist. What she doesn’t realize is the closer she gets to revealing his dark secret, the closer she comes to regaining her memory and unmasking her mother’s murderer. But something else, something far more sinister is lurking just off the coast. It’s been there, waiting for her. Lilly’s quest for answers puts her and those around her in mortal danger, and once she starts down that path, there is no turning away from her destiny, if she can survive. 

  • Further Details:

  • Paperback: 318 pages
  • Publisher: Actual Magic Enterprises, LLC; 1 edition (April 26, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0989180700
  • ISBN-13: 978-0989180702
Formats: Paperback and e-book


Deborah McTiernan - Author

On July 4, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Deborah McTiernan was born into a family of avid readers. At the age of 4, she spent hours in her grandmother's attic typing on the portable, baby-blue Smith-Corona typewriter she'd discovered in an old steamer trunk. While pretending to write about the exciting adventures of heroes and heroines set in faraway lands, the keys of that typewriter ignited her imagination. 

Her family was transferred from the East Coast to the Midwest. They eventually left the city and settled in the rural community of Orion, Illinois (thinly disguised as Archer's Bow, Illinois in her story, "Lilly Noble & Actual Magic"). It was while living in Orion, Deborah became a life long fan of fairy-tales, myth, and magic. Summers off from school gave her plenty of time to haunt the town library, read her favorite stories on the front porch, and hone her skills as a storyteller.

Her story, "Lilly Noble & Actual Magic" is a pleasant twist to the beloved and enduring fairy-tale genre, and in the hands of this author, this might just be the beginning.

Deborah writes Young Adult Paranormal fiction and lives in Arizona.

Author websitehttp://deborahmctiernan.com/


I hardly(if ever read)YA books so I was happy to become acquainted with Ms. McTiernan on Facebook and  learn about this book. Blending fairy tales and mythology this book was truly magical. It is a solidly written book although the second half of the book is really when it becomes one of those "you can't put it down" type of books. A sign of a good author is when you come to know and become invested in the characters. Ms. McTiernan does this quite well and you are able to care about (most of) the characters. In particular I liked the candy eating creature called a varab whose name is Reunis. And the lessons taught in the book are simple/subtle. The cinematic writing style really makes the book come alive. This is a completely fun and engaging read and I can not wait for more of Lily Noble and her friends (and hopefully Reunis!)

Even more exciting is that I just learned from Ms. McTiernan that book two - Lilly Noble & Mortal Magic is almost finished. 

I'm a total fan girl and will be reading this series as long as it continues. 

24 October 2013


Book one in the Welcome to Hell series



Burning alive is nothing compared to the heat of his touch.

Roasted at the stake as a witch, while her lover watches, Ysabel sells her soul to the devil in return for revenge. A fair trade until her ex-boyfriend escapes the bowels of Hell and she’s forced to team up with a demon to fetch the jerk back.

Remy’s seen a lot of things during his long tenure in Lucifer’s guard, but nothing can prepare him for the witch with the acerbic tongue--and voluptuous figure. Her mouth says ‘Screw you’, but her body screams ‘Take me’. What’s a poor demon to do when his heart makes things even more complicated by goading him to make her his, forever?

Before he can decide if his demonizing days are done though, he needs to catch the bad guys, save the girl and then find a way to convince her to love him and not kill him.

Welcome to Hell where you’re screwed if you do and damned if don’t. And just so you know, Lucifer’s got a special spot reserved for you…


Lucifer lined up his shot and gave a few practice swings with his number nine thigh bone. The shrunken skull waited for him to putt. He pulled back and – 

“I demand you castrate him!” 

– his shot went wild, careening off the pillars and missing his interior putting green entirely. Sighing, he turned and faced Ysabel, who, as usual, appeared annoyed. 

“What has he done this time?” he asked as she flopped into a chair. 

“He kissed me.” 

He’d always known Remy was braver than most. “The horror. The shame. And?” 

“What do you mean, and? I didn’t want him to.” 

“So tell him no.” 

“I did. Kind of.” He stared at her. She sighed. “Fine, I kissed him back. But I didn’t want to. He made me do it.” 

Lucifer blinked. Stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. Surely he misunderstood. “He made you do it? I’m sorry, did I suddenly enter an alternate universe? Since when does anyone make you do anything? I’ve been trying to get you to show up on time for five hundred years and you still insist on making your own hours.” 

A smirk graced her face. “I do it to keep you on your toes. But, back to the kissing demon. I want to know how to stop him from using his magic or potion or whatever it was he used to make me like it.” 

Now this was interesting. “You’re mad because you enjoyed it?” 

“Loved it, actually,” Remy announced, striding in unannounced. It seemed his witch’s bad habits were rubbing off. 

“Does no one knock anymore?” But they weren’t paying Lucifer any attention as they faced off.

“I did not like it.” 

“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.” 

“I was pushing yours out.” 

“Then what were the moans of pleasure?” 

“I did not moan.” 

“Mmm. Mmm.” Remy closed his eyes and adopted a blissful expression with puckered lips.

It occurred to Lucifer as Ysabel raised her fingers that he might want to take cover. 

“I am going to turn you into an imp,” she threatened. 

“Touch me in a non-erotic way and I am telling you right now, I will consider it foreplay, and not only will I kiss you again, I will strip every piece of clothing from you, lick you from head to toe, and make you scream my name, not once, not twice, but three times as you come.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffed, her eyes flashing with ire – and more intriguing to Lucifer, interest. 

Before they could cause any damage, to his office at any rate, Lucifer snapped his fingers and froze them. He didn’t really care what they did to each other, but he’d spent several months in the wild capturing the beast he’d turned into a desk. 

“Children, children,” he said tucking his hands behind his back and adopting his father figure mode. It usually made his daughter, Muriel, laugh. “Must I remind you that I tasked you with a mission. One that I might add, Ysabel, you should be most eager to complete. What I do not need, is for you to FUCK IT UP!” He let his voice increase in treble until it boomed. “I’ve been more than tolerant, but enough is enough. You will cease bringing me your petty squabbles. You will do the job I assigned. And if you don’t want his tongue in your mouth, Ysabel, then bite it off. Although, really, if you enjoyed it so much, I don’t see what the problem is. Maybe he can help you remove the stick up your ass if you let him kiss the other end. Now, if we’re done here, and since I’m boss, and I say we are, leave and don’t come back until you’re done, because if you do, I’m duct taping the pair of you together and throwing you in a dark room until you learn to get along. Or fuck. I don’t really care which, but I prefer the latter so I can watch.” 

A snap of his fingers, and the glaring pair, stalked off, silent for the moment, but he’d wager it would only last until they hit the hall. 

And right on cue… 

“I’ve never seen a stick up a butt before. Wanna bend over and show me?” Whack. “Ow, that was totally uncalled for.”


Hello, my name is Eve. I'm a stay at home mom who works as a webmistress/customer service rep. In between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write romance--usually with werewolves or aliens lol.

Born in British Columbia, as a military brat, I have lived a little bit everywhere--Quebec, New Brunswick, Labrador, Virginia (USA) and finally, Ontario. My family and I currently live just outside Ottawa.

I love to write, and while I don't always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a HEA.

Thanks so much for coming by and checking me out. If you'd like to know more, read some excerpts or find out what's coming next, then please visit me at www.EveLanglais.com

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May contain spoilers 

I have to say......

I really liked this book(even though it may not seem like it when you read below).  The few issues I had with it are more of  a matter or personal opinion than anything concrete. 

Although this is the first book in the series, I'm pretty sure from looking at some of Ms. Langlais' prior works Lucifer appears in some of them. It doesn't really change anything in regards to the overall storyline but it brings me to my next point- he is such a character (in a good - I loved him type of way)! But not when he eats a hot dog - made of DOGS. I love my dogs and I don't know- funny or not, it kind of bothered me.

Also there are a few instances where Remy or Ysabel  are thinking but the way it's written is a bit clunky and disruptive to the natural flow of the story. 

Ms. Langlais has a quirky easy voice and the book was totally engaging and fun. However, there are times when I thought the humor and swearing was TOO MUCH.   I felt that Ms. Langlais went overboard at times - it's like that Death by Chocolate dessert. Yes it's yummy and too die for BUT after a few mouthfuls.....

What I really liked was the characters drew me in and their relationship was believable. Ms. Langlais also wisely threw in several hooks that will ensure I'll buy the next book(s). Although the reader never meets the couple the next book is about, the set up is there at the end of the book. And most intriguing of all is WHO IS FELIPE?

I can't wait to find out! 

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Anguished over his father's lack of morals, Deputy Blade Beringer struggles to conquer self-doubts. When he and his K9 partner Rambo arrive in the mountains of northern Idaho, Blade is faced with a band of white supremacists, a homicide investigation, and a murder cold case, not to mention the task of training a gorgeous blond rookie.

Trainee Brandy Wilcox is bent on clearing her mother's name of a wrongful murder conviction. While working the homicide investigation with her sexy new training officer, she discovers a connection between the victim and her mother's case. The two deputies struggle to resist their mutual attraction and abide by the no-fraternizing rules, but passion blazes and teeters on the brink of love. With a killer targeting them and danger lurking at every turn, Brandy doubts their love can blossom, especially when she puts Officer Skip Coogan—Blade's best friend and father figure—at the top of her suspect list.


Brandy’s trigger finger twitched. A bead of sweat tickled its way down her backbone. She was inexperienced, off duty, and miles from her truck, which sat near a trailhead in the mountainous wilderness of northern Idaho, and the intruder she held at gunpoint probably had seventy muscled pounds on her. 

 She studied the cowboy’s sweet-as-honey, wicked-as-sin smile through the sights of her department-issued Remington semiautomatic rifle. From his pose on the rickety porch of the old log cabin, he assessed her right back. His full lips tugged across Crest-white teeth, exposing a small but sexy gap between his central incisors.

He tipped his head toward the jimmied-open window. “I know this looks bad, Ma’am, but I can explain,” he drawled out “Ma’am” again.

“Deputy Sheriff Brandy Wilcox. Keep your hands where I can see them.”    

“Brandy?” Impervious to the deputy sheriff title, he straightened and angled his dusty black Stetson over his forehead so the brim shadowed his cool-water eyes. “Name like that could make a man real thirsty.” 

Brandy had heard just about every come-on in the book, but never from a trespasser on the business end of her rifle. She calculated his over-confident grin, the twinkle in his eyes, the tilt of his head—blond curly hair no less. A sensual package that promised a ride on the wild side—if one was so inclined. Which she was not.

Yet something primal tugged deep in her stomach.

Bracing the Remington more firmly against her shoulder, she steadied her aim and revved up her grit. This guy was banking on his wild smile a little too heavily. What he needed was some taming.

“Okay, drop ‘em.”

When he lowered his arms, she said, “Not your hands, your pants.”

For several beats, he stared at her like he hadn’t heard.

“Lose your Levis,” she urged again. She had no desire to shoot him, but she didn’t have handcuffs on her and she wasn’t about to chance his getting away. If it came to a footrace, his long muscular legs could outrun her in a heartbeat. But he couldn’t get far stomping barefoot in his skivvies through the mountainous shale-scabbed terrain. Not that making a break for it was something she intended to let him try.

“Excuse me? You want me to strip?” A trill of elation noticeably brightened his whisky-smooth voice. His expression bounced between “this is my lucky day” and disbelief.

“You got it. And while you’re at it, you can get rid of the shirt too.”

The fine lines defining his too-blue eyes crinkled as his expression turned sultry, and charisma dripped off his broad shoulders like summer rain over mountain granite.
Charisma, hell. That would get him exactly nowhere with her. “Necessary precaution. I wouldn’t want you trying to mosey off.” Not before she could engage an on-duty deputy to make an arrest.

She may have looked as young and inexperienced as she was, but she was physically and mentally tougher than her feminine five-foot-four frame suggested. She could outshoot and outthink every cadet in her graduating class at the police academy.

Revenge had a way of empowering a woman.

Despite her upbringing, she’d beaten the odds. She was making something of herself, and she wasn’t about to be intimidated by this guy and his toothpaste poster-boy smile, nor the blond, sweat-soaked curls straggling across his collar. Or the pumped biceps stretching the fabric of his shirtsleeves.

“I’m still waiting.”

“You’re serious?” He eyed the lettering on her I’m a Redneck Woman T-shirt, a fifty-cent find at Goodwill. “I usually like to get to know a woman a little before taking my clothes off and having a good time.” The dazzle of his smile cranked the charisma meter several notches higher.

“I can assure you, you won’t be having a good time.” Smart ass.

“That’s debatable. I’m already enjoying this more than you can imagine.”

Too eagerly, his fingers began tugging open his shirt buttons, revealing a deep triangle of bronzed skin dusted with tawny chest hair. More sun-kissed eye candy than she was ready to cope with.

As he slid buttons through buttonholes, her gaze skidded to a stop on abs honed like corrugated steel. She tore her glance upward only to meet those unnerving eyes, speckles of light glinting in the azure pools.

As he reached for the fastener on the waistband of his slim-fit 510’s, the heat blooming on Brandy’s cheeks slid south. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Still, he couldn’t run far in his underwear. Seconds ticked by. Golden sunbeams gleamed off beads of sweat on muscles she didn’t really want to notice, but her attention was completely captured by the liquid heat trickling down his chest. She worked harder to convince herself the quiver in her gut came from adrenaline not feminine hormones. At any moment, her survival instincts and training would take over and stop this ridiculous sensual reaction to him. 

“Turn around and take off your boots.”           

“My boots?” The first sign of indignation crept into his voice. “Brandy, Honey, I think you’re making a big mistake. Did you ever hear of fairness in apprehension?”

“You sound experienced.” Obviously, this wasn’t his first tangle with the law. “Have you heard of justification of lethal force? Consider yourself lucky that I didn’t shoot first and ask questions later. Now turn around and get to work on those boots.”

“What about my Miranda rights? Or the proposition that a man’s innocent until proven guilty?” he asked even as he followed orders and pivoted, presenting her with a view of his equally impressive backside.

But rather than shucking off his well-worn snakeskin Justins, he removed his shirt and slowly slid his belt through the loops, making a sensual striptease out of the movements.
The cotton fabric of Brandy’s T-shirt dampened, and her concentration started to wane. Not because the temperature was flirting with triple digits and the August sun had bullied every cloud from the sky. The blame rested on blue eyes that had messed with her thermostat.

She cleared her throat. “The arresting officer will read you your rights. For now, I’d get to work on those boots if I were you.”

 “You want to separate me from my boots, you’re going to have to do it yourself.” His back still to her, he planted his scuffed heels firmly on the cabin’s splintered porch boards and glanced over his shoulder.

“On the other hand, if you’re really interested in seeing what’s under my jeans, I’m all yours, Honey. I do love a redneck woman.” 

Her heart hammered against the fabric of the particular T-shirt she wished she hadn’t selected that morning, which was clinging to her chest like shrink wrap. The Gretchen Wilson song title had made her laugh out loud when she’d come across the tee on the bargain table at the Goodwill store, and because it was a ridiculously outrageous tag for Brandy Wilcox, she’d bought it as a joke.

As she pondered her purchase mistake of the year, wind-tossed grit scratched her throat. Expelling a slow, controlled breath, she dipped into the pocket of her jeans for her cell phone. “You have the right to remain silent in the face of any questions that might be put to you.” With hardly a waver in her voice, she added, “Do you understand?”

For untold sun-blistered seconds, he exercised his right to remain silent. She steadied the rifle, her finger alongside the trigger, and flipped her phone open with her free hand. 

Glanced down to read the screen. The blank, dead screen.

In the pristine silence, the sound of a zipper rasped.

Lord. Way too much sinewy, masculine muscle made her insides twist. The heat index rose to equator level. Before Mr. Totally Ripped revealed the answer to the age old question “boxers or briefs,” Brandy choked out, “Hold it right there.”

Jeans hanging low on his hips, he swiveled and faced her. “So, Brandy, what are you doing roaming around out here all by yourself?”

She narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on the rifle. “Maintaining my sharp-shooter’s status.”

A muscle in his cheek twitched. “Maybe you should put down that rifle before you accidentally kill someone. Namely me. It would be ill advised for a deputy to shoot a suspect merely on probable cause. That could get said deputy in a lot of trouble. Guaranteed.”

“If I take you down, Mister, it won’t be any accident, and it won’t necessarily kill you.”

His tongue played sexily over the sweat collecting on the indentation above his upper lip. “You’re that good, huh?”

Double entendre intended—she was sure. Definitely too sexy for his Stetson.
“Good enough to put a hole in your hat and a crease in your skull without turning you into a pulseless, non-breathing suspect. I don’t think you want to chance that. It would smart a whole lot. Guaranteed.”

“That’s some mighty big talk for such a little lady.” The grin that tilted the corner of his mouth irritated more than intimidated her.

 “A little lady with a big gun that could put a crease just about anywhere I choose.” She lowered the barrel of the rifle and set her aim in the vicinity of his zipper. “That’d smart a whole lot more. Absolutely guaranteed.”

It warmed her heart when he came to his senses and reined in his smile. 




Mal Olson writes adrenaline kicked romantic suspense. She enjoys skydiving, ski jumping, SCUBA, hang gliding, big wave surfing, car racing, mountain climbing—that is, vicariously through her characters, who are always kick-ass, and often boss her around rather than allowing her to spin her stories the way she intends. (She did, however, personally engage in zip lining this past summer.)

Her debut novel Shadow of Deceit, released by The Wild Rose Press in 2012, is an edge of the seat romantic suspense-thriller set in Milwaukee and parts of northern Wisconsin. A couple of her favorite reviews came from Beverly at The Wormhole, who said, "Wow! This one has it all! Non-stop action, hot and sexy characters, betrayal, smokin' romance, and a thrilling plot--" and Gothic Mom's Book Review, which stated, "In the 150+ books that I read per year, there are very few that receive a five star rating. Shadow of Deceit did just that. Non stop action, sexual tension, an adventure that had me on the edge of my seat...A fantastic book that had me from page one..."

Olson also offers two short stories. Danger Zone, which has spent months in the Kindle top 100 free romantic suspense category, is a guaranteed fifteen minute pulse pounder where two strangers survive a rock 'n roll landing on an icy Milwaukee runway and chase a could-be terrorist into the danger zone. Me and Brad, a feel good romance, features an irresistible K-9 and was ranked in the Kindle free top 100 list for months in the Contemporary Romance category.   


Website: www.malolson.com


I enjoyed this fast paced romantic suspense. It had the perfect blend of heat, action, and suspense (even if it was a tad predictable- at least for me). The main characters were well written and their relationship was believable even though I thought the cat-mouse game between them went on a bit too long. I was immediately hooked from the first few pages. This was a fun book and I plan on checking out Ms. Olson's other works. 

17 October 2013



AVAILABLE NOW FROM: Simon & Schuster/ Pocket Books

A WOMAN OUT FOR BLOODNicole Martin was only eight years old when the vampire slaves rose up in rebellion and killed her family. Now she devotes her life to finding a vaccine against vampirism, hoping to wipe out her memories—along with every bloodsucker on the planet. But there’s one thing she cannot destroy: her searing, undeniable attraction for the one man she should hate and fear the most . . .


A member of the renegade vampire MoonBound Clan, Riker is haunted by demons of his own. When he recognizes Nicole and remembers how her family enslaved his loved ones, his heart burns for vengeance. But when he kidnaps Nicole and holds her in a secret lair, his mortal enemy becomes his soul obsession, his greatest temptation, and, perhaps, his only salvation—a hot-blooded lover who could heal him with her touch . . . or bury him forever.


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Larissa Ione penned her first novel at the age of 13 and hasn't stopped writing since. She has been a U.S. Air Force meteorologist, an EMT, and a professional dog trainer, and you never know when one of those interests will pop into her novels.

She lives a nomadic existence with her U.S. Coast Guard husband and son, so her writing career has been a blessing -- a job that moves easily.

She writes dark paranormal romance for Grand Central Publishing (formerly Warner Books,) and contemporary romance for Red Sage and Samhain. Under the pen name Sydney Croft, she writes erotic action adventure romance with partner Stephanie Tyler.



I really wanted to like this book more since I've enjoyed previous books by Ms. Ione.

Her style remains the same- she's got that snarky/sarcastic humor going on, and to die for men.

But.... somehow I ended up with mixed feelings on this book. It was a bit slow and confusing, especially in the beginning. Because this was a series starter I understand that a certain amount of background and set-up needs to be done but I was left scratching my head a bit.

I had an issue that the vampires are written to be superior humans but they end up being domesticated like animals. Not very realistic for such bad asses to end up being enslaved.

And Riker and Nicole? I didn't believe how she got from total abject fear/hatred of vampires (especially with all the therapy she's had all) to suddenly having sex with Riker yada yada yada.

And perhaps I missed out on how her life threatening illness was healed - I guess it just went away after she changed?

I will probably read future books in this series because I overall I did like the characters- especially Myne.

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10 October 2013

Divinely Ruined by Diane Alberts


Print Length: 118 pages
Entangled: Ever After
Price: $2.99

Diane Alberts is a multi-published, bestselling Contemporary Romance author with Entangled Publishing. She also writes New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult books under the name Jen McLaughlin.

"Rebecca’s life sucked before she became an angel. Crappy apartment, awful jobs, abusive boyfriends–it was no wonder she jumped at the chance to escape it all and become a real live angel. The problem is Rebecca’s not very angelic, and she’ll have to do more to earn her wings than end her love affair with the word f–er, frick.

Especially when she’s assigned to save single father Tony Weis, whose less-than-pure thoughts wreak hell on a telepathic angel’s nerves. It’s all Rebecca can do to keep her hands off him…but when she loses her memory injuring herself to save Tony’s daughter, now it’s Tony’s turn to be her angel and care for her. But will Tony’s devotion tempt her from her angelic path, even if it means being human again"

This book should have been a full length novel. It was decent but had the ability to be so much better. For me the book was kind of like that 2 hour made for TV movie that really should have been a mini-series. So some  of my issues are because I wanted more  - more back story. more character and relationship development. There are times in the book when Tony and Rebecca are together where I felt like I was missing part of what was going on between them. The book also seems like it could be the start of a series, however there really isn't too much that lead me to believe another book is certain to come.
Now I know that all  may seem like a dig, but it's not. The book was still charming and although I thought it had some awkward writing in the beginning it leveled out. And if another book was to come, I'd probably check it out.
Also some of the other issues I had are again due to the short length.  I didn't think it was necessary for Tony to be injured at the end of the book not only because Rebecca was injured before him-I just didn't think him being injured was necessary for Rebecca to wake up and realize/finalize her true feelings. That revelation could have come several other ways especially since the book already allowed for it.
Now here is my biggest complaint- Rebecca is injured and suffers from amnesia. The doctors tell Tony to keep mum on pushing her to recovery her memories etc. Tony does the honorable thing(s) in several regards (not telling her, basically keeping his hands off her due to her angel status etc). When Rebecca finally recovers her memories,  her reaction to Tony PISSED me off. I could rant some more, but if you read the book (and I think it's worth a try for the price) I'd be happy to chat more....

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08 October 2013

The Devil's in the Details by Kimberly Raye


Paperback, 257 pages
Published October 8th 2013 by Montlake Romance
Also in e-book

About the book:

"Jess Damon’s life is…complicated. Not only is she a man-eating succubus (albeit recently reformed), but she has the mother from hell—literally. Yep, Houston’s hottest wedding planner is the daughter of the devil. Though as far as her mother knows, Jess is only in the business to hook up with hunky groomsmen, not to find true love.

But when demon hunter Cutter Owens rolls into town, turning her back on her evil birthright proves harder than Jess thought. Cutter is out to take down the devil once and for all—and he wants Jess’s help to do it. There’s no denying Cutter is gorgeous, in that sexy “a demon stole my soul” sort of way. And, sure, Lillian Damon is the queen of evil. But she’s still Jess’s mom. Now Jess must outfox the world’s greatest demon hunter without revealing her true identity or—devil forbid!—falling in love."

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My Review (May or may not contain spoilers):

This first person POV (light) paranormal, (light) romance  was FUN. The cast of characters are zany- I mean how could you not like the fact the DEVIL is a woman. And Jess, although a succubus demon just wants to be a good girl and fall in love.

Jess and Cutter don't really get together till the last part of the book, but that didn't really bother me because this book is filled with humor and was a quick read.

I look forward to more books in this series.