Monday, October 31, 2016

Random Review: Triquetra Series by Marguerite Labbe #Review #Giveaway

Author: Marguerite Labbe
Book: Triquetra Series
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: September 30, 2016
Length: 833 pages

Reviewed by Morningstar


When vampire Kristair binds his heart and soul to a human vessel in an ancient ritual, he never expects to fall in love with Jacob Corvin as well. As The Syndicate moves in to discover the secrets Kristair hold, the bonded pair will discover that not even death can separate them. Unfortunately, it won’t stop their enemies from coming after them, either.

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I am sure I’ve mentioned before that I love vampire stories add in a new take on the old story and I am sold. That is what Marguerite Labbe was able to do here. She created a vampire story that any lover of the paranormal will love. And she gave to us all in this Triquetra bundle. Who could ask for more?

She took the normal vampire story and made it her own by giving us gifted older (ascended) vampires that were slowly disappearing from the world through mysterious ways, the Syndicate which was a devious group who are after the last Ancient One, Kristair, for unknown reasons, and a love story between a hothead dominate young college football player and an old powerful submissive-ish vampire.

The dynamic between these two was definitely different than most other vampire stories. The human in this story is much more possessive and dominant than the very powerful vampire but it was a switch that both intrigued and endeared me to them as a couple. The stories are written in alternating first person POV. Since it was split by chapter there was no confusion on my part reading or concern I couldn’t tell who was speaking due to the fact that each one of these was so different from the other there was no comparison.

These stories are full of anything one reader could ask for! It’s full of mystery and suspense, danger and sex (oh my hot sex!), Love and hate, sadness and heartbreak. Jake and his friends were an important part of this story because his friends are like family to him, they live together, party together, but when Jake starts sneaking around with Kristair, and through the danger that the couple is in, his friends get severely hurt, Jake starts to question his relationship with the vampire.

What I liked most and also wished there was a little less of in book one was the battle that Jake went through in accepting Kristair and trusting that they were for each other and that he could trust Kristair. This is completely a personal point of view and it didn’t take away from the story so much but, as it should, it became such a focus that I think some of the other important emotions at play at the time got a little drowned out. I also wish that the beginning of book one where Kristair was “stalking” Jake would’ve been “shown” more instead of “told” I think it would’ve given a great depth and understanding to the quick development of their relationship.

I loved Kayla in this, Kristair’s “daughter”, because of the emotional changes that she goes through from the start to the end of the series. There were many characters who made appearances which kept me guessing on who was a good guy and who was a bad guy, which I freaking LOVE in books with the mystery element. And the ripple effect, where one action affects things the characters never thought it would, was intriguing to read and kept me on my toes.

So if you love a new take on vampires with a great storyline that will make you mad, happy, sad, and laugh this series is definitely one you want to pick up!


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Release Day Review: Spell Cat by Tara Lain #Review #Giveaway

Author: Tara Lain
Book: Spell Cat 2ns Edition
Series: The Aloysius Tales #1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: October 31, 2016
Length: 201 pages

Reviewed by Meredith


When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But Killian can’t pursue a physics professor—or a human. As the most powerful male witch in ten generations, Killian must bolster his dying race by reproducing—despite the fact that he’s gay.

Even a fling with Blaine is out of the question, because Killian has been told sex with humans drains his power. But if that’s true, why can young human Jimmy Janx dissolve spoons with the power of his mind? If Killian can sort through the lies he’s been fed, he’ll still face his biggest obstacle—convincing rational scientist Blaine to believe in magic.

With his ancient and powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.

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This was a great book to read around Halloween. It's a fluffy tale with a little to no angst. So if you like a little sweet with your magic, this would be a good book for you.

Blaine and Killian are the MC's and there's for sure an instalust connection with these two. No question! They see each other and ZING! I will say that mostly insta lust is okay for me, especially in the paranormal sorts of books. But insta love isn't something I can grasp and that always takes me out of the story. That didn't really happen here. Even though the sudden hard on moment was a bit much. They meet, they bone. That's how it goes.

Al was my favorite character in this entire story...Yes, he's a cat but that just makes him that much more awesome! I adored him. He really made this story. He gave it that extra push to make it fun. All in all it's enjoyable, fun, and magical.


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Random Review: Another Way Series by Anna Martin #Review #Giveaway

Author: Anna Martin
Book Series: Another Way
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: September 23, 2016
Length: 570 pages

Reviewed by Morningstar


Follow Jesse and Will through the years as their relationship grows. In Another Way, Jesse Ross seems happy with his college sweetheart and normal life, but on the side, he’s having an affair with Dom Will Anderson. When Will admits to wanting more, Jesse has to admit the truth, to himself and to everyone around him. Three years later, in Of Being Yours, and Will and Jesse appear to have a happy relationship, but an accident exposes the cracks in their foundation. Can they get over the trauma and piece their lives, and love, back together? In To Say I Love You, Jesse and Will have come through life’s ups and downs stronger and happier, but the unexpected death of Jesse’s mom upsets their happy-ever-after yet again. Back in Jesse’s hometown and struggling to reconcile their relationship with Jesse’s family, can they find their way back to the romance they’ve been fighting for all these years?

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I am a big fan of Anna Martin’s writing and her stories so given the chance to jump on and read her BDSM story about Jesse and Will of course I did it. This is not the typical BDSM story because it starts with  Dom/sub that are  not in a relationship, in fact Jesse has a fiancé and has never been with a man until Will. Through his last Mistress, who had to step down as his Domme due to life, he is how he met Will, his now Dom.

Another Way
This was a difficult story for these two men. Will wanted more from Jesse than just what they had and Jesse was unsure of taking that step. Mostly, even though he knew in his heart he was no longer in love with his fiancé, he had to be sure that being a relationship with a man is something he could do. Through much of the story it was this journey that we were going through with them while still continuing the BDSM portion that they had always had. Typically I cannot stand to read about cheating in stories, but while there was cheating, in this story Anna wrote in a way that you had a greater understanding and a sense of compassion in to why Jesse acted the way he did. In the end, I was able to see Jesse as much a victim as his fiancé. He lived with his desires and needs for BDSM and knew that Adele would never understand the why’s of his needs, much like he himself didn’t know why he needed it. 

I was immediately sucked into this story and the characters struggle to find the happy place where both Will and Jesse were getting what they needed. It wasn’t an angsty read but it also wasn’t a walk in the park. They had to work hard for they wanted which was great to see because it made it all the more worth it as the end. There was one or two inconsistencies from Jesse’s POV on his feelings on somethings. Early in the book he said one thing and later the opposite about his past. It wasn’t a big thing and maybe most wouldn’t even notice but it didn’t take away from the overall enjoyment of their story. The BDSM played huge part of this story and it evolved as they evolved within the confines and changes of their relationship. I love that it wasn’t an easy transition for them and it made me love them even more for it. It was an very sexy and sensual part of who they were and that sensuality carried over into the non BDSM part of who they were as well. I truly loved the first book in this book!

Of Being Yours
This story is three years after Jesse and Will finally find their way through finding their happy after changing their relationship from purely a BDSM one to a combination of the BDSM and romance they have now. I was happy to jump back in with these two men to see how they are in life but I was a little taken aback from the fall out of the car accident. It was a complete surprise that the accident happened but the fallout felt off somehow. Like it didn’t feel like them or even a completely appropriate response to something like that. But I am all for the idea that not everyone will come out of something like that reacting the way we always expect them too.  As much as this portion of the story had me questioning the story I kept reading because I love these characters and wanted to see how Anna brought them out of it.

I loved that she had them to go to therapy since fixing something that ended up so broken would not be easy. You get to see Jesse flounder a bit here but come through with a strength I knew he had inside of him, which was truly wonderful to see. There was less kink in this one due to the upheaval but the parts that were there had purpose and showed them trying to explore new parts of themselves. I was overall happy with the story especially with the additional side story of Mistress Laura and her issues at home which I thought was handled perfectly for those characters.

To Say I Love You
This story is takes place six years from the start of Jesse and Will’s sometimes difficult romance. As always Anna’s writing style is beautiful and how she writes these two men with such emotion that you feel connected to them even after all this time. And as much as I wanted to get back to seeing Jesse and Will, to experience that emotion with them again, I always find it difficult to read three books about the same couple. It always makes me feel like the author has to find reasons to give them a obstacle to overcome. This is very much a personal preference and many have and will find this to be no problem.

While I love Anna Martin’s writing and will continue to read her this book didn’t do much for me. In this one Jesse goes through a tragedy and loss within his family, one that I did not see coming, that Will and him end up moving down to Georgia temporarily to help his family. Through this loss the couple end up going through a bit of a culture shock and dealing with people who aren’t good with them being gay, something they typically didn't have to deal with back home in Seattle. Will his Jesse’s ultimate support which what they have gone through previously their strength together does not shock me it actually warms my heart.

Overall I loved the first two books more than the last but that is a personal view more than anything wrong with the writing because it's Anna Martin and her writing style can never go wrong with me. She always gives me in depth characters that a root for right from the start and complex stories that I love to read. One of the things that always stood out to me in her writing style was the tone and emotion embedded in every word she writes. Not just in this story but every story.


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HAPPY HALLOWEEN: Black Honey by Wulf Francu Godgluck~ A FREE Story for you!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ALL YOU GHOSTS AND GOBLINS! It's one of my favorite times of year when you can dress up as anything you want, go to strangers' houses and they just GIVE you candy! But one of my most favorite parts of Halloween are the SCAAAAAAAAAAARY STORIES!

Author Wulf Francu Godgluck has written a fabulously Halloweenish story! He has already told me this will be published next year but you all get it HERE.... FREE! He's amazing like that! So, Happy Halloween!!! ENJOY!


I want to tell you my story, but… you’re not going to like it.

This hellish thing that the world has become, will consume us.

When everything you know is turned around, what will you do?

I ask you not to judge me, but to listen to my story.

It’s not pretty, but it is the only one I have to tell.

I… We… Us ... have lost so much.

And when you have lost hope, what truly is there left worth fighting for?

For it is not life, since I am already dead inside, buried away in this chaos that has become the world.

"The fuck is happening in the world?" Dale said, slamming the stack of beer on the bar’s countertop. "Bitch almost ran me over!" His face was flushed red, breath coming out in wheezing pants.

"Shit, you okay?" Randy’s deep voice rumbled from under the bar. Dale could only see Randy’s freshly shaven scalp shining from the overhead light. The fucker didn’t even look up.


“Dale!” Randy shot up. “I’m being a dick, sorry." He reached across the bar, grabbed Dale by the shirt and smashed his lips to his fiancé’s.

“You better be,” Dale grunted, his head dancing a mile after that kiss. “You’re well on your way to being tied to a Saint Andrew’s cross tonight.”
The fingers clasping Dale’s shirt, tightened their grip.

“Ya think, Pappa Bear?” Randy growled.

“And earning you a whipping with the bullwhip,” Dale growled right back.

The two studied each other for a long moment. Their dynamic of both being dominants always gave rise for this banter. Both knew they needed a submissive soon, or they’d be looking at becoming a switch couple.

“You better go get them beers before your ‘barboys’ come in and wiggle their butts,” Randy said, the first to break eye contact. “I saw how you’ve been checking out their asses. You got an eye on one of ‘em?”

“Yeah, looking right at the bastard.” Dale couldn't help but chuckle as the colossal Randy blushed. Somehow, over the past twenty-five years, he still had it in him to make the ex-army captain turn blood red in the face.

“Get!” Randy thundered, smiling as he ducked under the bar to take stock.

Randy had just heard the front door close when the scream came from the back. It gave him such a jolt, he smacked his head against the counter. “Fuck!” He rubbed the spot, feeling for blood. Another scream, this one different, and this time more than one. It wasn’t just a shout from the drunk beggar they allowed to sleep in the back alley of the bar. This scream had Randy clenching his jaw, and his spine turning to liquid ice.

Randy stepped out from behind the bar, moving to the back doors; he could hear the commotion of a struggle.

Slowly he pushed open the door, only accessible from inside. The first thing he saw was the spurt of blood flying through the air from a man’s mouth. The man’s head smacking right into the concrete brick wall with a loud crack.

Randy's eyes bulged in their sockets.

Black blood seeped from the man’s temple, eyes deranged and milky in appearance, his skin pale like baby powder. The charcoal gray suit was ripped and torn like someone had taken a razor blade to him. A cascade of black blood oozed from the gushing wound in his throat where his cricoid cartilage was exposed. Drunkenly the man stood, swaying, and pulled back his lips to display bloodied and black sludge-covered teeth. A growl passed the man’s mouth, causing more of the black slush to drip like thick sap from the neck wound.  

Randy turned, running to the bar and leaving the back door to slam shut. He had barely reached the bar’s counter when another yell came. Panicked, adrenaline pumping, he didn’t give a fuck for military training right then. With shaky hands Randy grabbed the handgun strapped to the underside of the counter. His body trembled as he made his way outside, gun raised and ready.

He didn’t shoot, couldn't fucking move from the scene playing out before him. Three of them had Johnny-man on the ground, fingers clawing into his stomach. Another chewed on the man’s left shoulder. Through it all the beggar kept yelling, blood spilling from his mouth, “Help me, somebody, please help me!”

Randy just stood there. His mind numb as the fuckers feasted and tore Johnny-man in half. Guts snapped like fragile strings.

The snarl in his right ear made him turn, mouth still open from disbelief. One of those things stood inches from him. Randy just reacted, headbutting the sickly looking woman with half a face, pretty sure he pissed himself too.

His mind was in panic mode, still trying to rationalize that which shouldn't be fucking happening— human cannibals. The woman-thing had stumbled backwards, grunting and growling. Randy's head shot up seeing a pack of them—yeah, that’d be a whole motherfucking pack— running towards him.

He’d seen the shows, read some books but this shit was surreal. Zombies were not that fast. But these—

It was a lightning flash in his brain and thank the universe it came.


The pack of things were already closing in, and the female one was on her feet, when Randy stepped back into the bar and slammed the door shut. He had barely placed the bolt in place when the bang came, rattling the door and causing him to jump back. His heart was a fucking demon punching a hole in his chest.

The front door opened, bringing with it a chaotic symphony of the world outside; screams, car crashes, gun fires and God knew what else. All that ricocheted through Randy's mind was that one of them had made it into the bar. He turned, the glare of sunlight blinding his view, the black shape swaying drunkenly towards him.

Randy pulled the trigger.

The shot ripped through Dale’s chest. He felt nothing, and then came a vicious pain. His legs gave out on him, crippling him to the cold, hard floor of the club.

Hands were there to catch him. Warm hands. Strong hands. Familiar hands. Hands that could inflict pain and make love in the same touch.

Dale shook as Randy held him, something wet dripping on his cheek. Darkness loomed around the corners of his eyes, his breath thin. Weakly he reached up, blindly placing a palm against a scruffy cheek, soaked with tears and mucus.

He had to say something, but what the hell did you say to the man that had come to mean the world to him?

Dale smiled. Put every ounce of love in that fucking smile.

“I will always love you, Randy Blackheart.”

The world went black.

 About Wulf Francu Godgluck

They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying the same thing...

“Show us, tell us to the world. Bring us into yours, and make us known.”

Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister misfortune, not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their part is written.

I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet so different. Things don't go bump in the night—they squeal, and crawl under your skin, making you grind your teeth, and your stomach turn over and put your nerves on edge. Then there's the drama. Oh, the drama!

I write because I must! There is so much inside of me that needs to get out. So many stories to tell, characters that want to be heard, and hearts lost and won. Words and art are my way of bringing my world to others. I enjoy telling tales of the human condition but working in elements of the supernatural. Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies, Witches and the unexplainable all set against the human world or worlds of their own.

Wulf Francú Godgluck hails from South Africa. His work is not for the faint-hearted! In his books, you'll find... all the beasties with their nasty claws and teeth, and some you didn't even know existed. But the monsters aren't all real. Some live inside us. Who knows what he will make you discover about yourself, lurking in your heart, behind the closed walls of the deep, black recesses where no light penetrates? Wulf will steal your heart and never give it back. More than likely, he'll pin it to the wall with a bobby pin and sit there sipping his tea while you writhe and squeal on the floor... STILL sure you want to read a Wulf Godgluck book?