Saturday, March 3, 2018

Release Blitz: Ever After by Riley hart & Christina Lee #Review #Excerpt #Giveaway



EVER AFTER
A GAY FAIRYTALE
RILEY HART & CHRISTINA LEE 
M/M ROMANCE

RELEASE DATE: 02.28.18


COVER DESIGN: JAY AHEER/ Simply Defined Art

Blurb:

As next in line for the Evergreen crown, Prince Merrick Davendall’s future involves ruling, marriage, and producing an heir of his own. But he’s long been tormented by desires that are far from princely. Especially when the beautiful Cassius is promoted to be his new valet, and Merrick is struck by a longing like never before—a longing to know him far beyond royal and servant.

After his father’s passing, Cassius Havendale’s sole duty is to provide for his family. A promotion to serve a pampered prince is something he endures only for their sake. Surely Prince Merrick has no understanding of true suffering of the common people, nor could he possibly understand what it’s like to desperately desire something he cannot have.

Except the prince is not at all what Cassius imagined. Kind, humorous, and caring to those in need, he also shares Cassius’ affinity for the arts. In fact, Merrick understands his deepest vulnerabilities in a most remarkable way.

As their affection deepens, the underlying tension between them becomes unbearable and they’re unable to ignore it any longer. But when the queen prepares a lavish ball with all the eligible ladies in the land in attendance, Merrick must fulfill his obligations to his country, and Cassius has the needs of his family to consider. They’ve long known their stolen moments would have to come to an end, but are they ready to give up one another and the idea of a happily-ever-after?
  







Review

I have always had a soft spot for Prince Charming's. The person who has everything in the world and swoops in to save someone less fortunate and inevitably falling in love. I've watched all the movies from The Princess Bride, to all the Cinderella variations. I gravitate toward books that shadow that same feel and swoon-abilty. It's rare we get those books in the LGBT community. So, when Riley Hart and Christina Lee announced they were doing just that I was giddy.

These two authors have collaborated before and give a flawless transition to their writing. Their creativity and writing styles make for amazing reads but this was different. It was a gay fairy tale. I dove in hopeful and ready. What I got was so much more than I anticipated.

My heart fluttered, I was pulled in, I couldn't do anything but read Merrick and Cass and see if they would be able to fall in love and live freely. I turned each page with anticipation and trepidation. I devoured every word and in the end was hungry for so much more. That is what we all wish for when we start a book. We want to be invested both emotionally and mentally. Ever After gives us the fairy tale and it gives us the lesson. It doesn't squash hope it ignites it.

There's too much to love in this story to list it all and I wouldn't dream of spoiling even a second of this book for anyone. I highly recommend this book to anyone who, like me, lives for the breathtaking I love you's and the heart stopping happily ever afters.






EXCERPT
They were quiet as their feet settled into the freshly fallen snow on the way to the barn. When they reached the building, which had already been vacated for the night, Prince Merrick pulled open the heavy barn door, making a sudden shot of worry dart through Cassius. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I should have gotten the door for you. I’m…” He did not know how to continue, did not know what he felt, and even if he understood the thoughts plaguing him, he could not share those with the prince.
“Please, don’t apologize. It is quite nice to do things for myself from time to time.” The corners of his eyes pinched, and his lips creased in a frown as though he shouldn’t have spoken as he had. The thought made Cassius’s stomach tumble in an unfamiliar way. He couldn’t imagine having servants do such simple tasks for him, but he wasn’t a prince. He couldn’t fathom how the other man would feel the same.
“Shall we go?” the prince added, and Cassius felt his ears heat at the way he’d stood there like an idiot. Luckily, his hat covered them, so it wouldn’t be noticeable. It was strange the way he so often flushed in front of the prince. Cassius had never been one to blush, even in front of a man he found attractive, but he did so frequently with Prince Merrick.
“Yes, sir.” Cassius stepped inside and waited. He noticed the prince move to close the barn door just before their gazes clashed together. As though he sensed Cas’s need to fill the role he was supposed to, the prince stepped aside, and Cas closed the door.
“Do you enjoy horses?” he asked Cas as they walked toward Ursula, the mare Cas knew belonged to the prince.
He felt his forehead wrinkle beneath his knitted hat as he continued his attempt to figure out what was happening. “Yes, Your Highness. I do. They’re…” Cas let his words trail off. The prince couldn’t want that much information from him, and he shouldn’t want to share. Cas found he did, though. Whether it was just to talk to someone or the prince specifically, he could not decide.
“They’re what?” Prince Merrick prompted.
“Nothing, sir. Just that I enjoy them tremendously.”
“Please,” he replied. “Please tell me what you were going to say. You don’t have to. It is not a demand, but…but I’d like it if you did.”
They stopped moving. Ursula neighed in front of them, but Cassius couldn’t make his feet move. The prince was looking at him…curiously. He had no doubt his eyes held the prince’s similarly, but obviously for different reasons.
This time, it was Prince Merrick who flushed, a soft pink tinting his delicate cheekbones. It is because he’s cold. It has to be because he’s chilled. Still, Cas’s heart raced like Ursula’s hooves when she galloped.
He needed to end this fascination, this seeing things that were not there, before he got himself into trouble. Before he lost his position and shamed his family.
The prince added, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair of me to make such a request,” and it was those words that fueled Cas further because the truth was, it didn’t matter if it was fair or not. The prince had the right to request anything he desired; the whole family did, without apology. Yet the prince had apologized, a soft, earnest quality to his voice that spoke of his sincerity. He had meant his apology, and that…that meant something to Cassius.
He cleared his throat and looked at the horse, petting her neck. “I was going to say they’re comforting. There is something about horses that soothes whatever ails you…makes you feel free when you’re anything but. Like you can ride anywhere and there are no walls to stop you, no places you cannot go. They do not ask for much, but they give much in return.” His fingers stilled on Ursula’s neck as his words replayed in his head. Christ, had he truly verbally assaulted the prince of Evergreen with such foolishness, such frivolous thoughts? “I apologize. I didn’t… That was…”
“That was beautiful. You have a way with words, Cassius. It was as if…as if you experienced what you said.”
Cas’s eyes snapped to the prince’s, which were firmly pointed to his face with an unfamiliar intensity Cassius didn’t understand. He turned away before the prince saw something in his gaze that he did not want him to see. “I worked on a farm once,” he replied.
Prince Merrick nodded in response. “Can I tell you a secret?” he asked as he pulled a carrot from the bag and handed it to Cassius.
“Yes, Your Highness. You can tell me anything you’d like.” Only Cassius did not understand why he would want to.
“Sometimes I wish for exactly what you spoke of…to be able to go wherever I want, whenever I want.” The prince fed one of the carrots to his horse, who gobbled it up. “Even if only to explore town undetected. I know how that must sound, to long for such simple things, but…”

“They are not simple,” Cassius found himself saying. “They are normal things to desire, something I must admit I’ve taken for granted.” He’d never considered what being a prince truly meant. Yes, Merrick would never hunger, would never require necessities Cassius struggled for, but he was bound by different hardships Cassius couldn’t understand and had never taken the time to attempt. “We are both bound, shackled by aspects of our lives that are out of our control.”



Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s a hopeless romantic, a lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together.
She loves reading, flawed characters, and hanging out with her husband and children, who she adores. She and her family live in Southern California, soaking up the sunshine while also missing seasons. Not a day goes by that she isn’t thankful she gets to wake up and do what she loves.
Life is good. Riley also writes young adult and new adult under the name Nyrae Dawn.








Once upon a time, I lived in New York City and was a wardrobe stylist. I spent my days shopping for photo shoots, getting into cabs, eating amazing food, and drinking coffee at my favorite hangouts.

Now I live in the Midwest with my husband and son—my two favorite guys. I've been a clinical social worker and a special education teacher. But it wasn't until I wrote a weekly column for the local newspaper that I realized I could turn the fairytales inside my head into the reality of writing fiction.

I write Adult, New Adult, and M/M Contemporary Romance. I'm addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel everything. I believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels has become a dream job.




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Review Tour: Bitten By The Alpha by Annabelle Jacobs #Review #Giveaway




Length: 76,000 words

Cover Design: Natasha Snow

Regent's Park Pack Series

Book #2 - Bitten By Design
Book #3 - Bitten By Desire

Blurb

Gareth’s heart is set on Cam, but Cam’s heart broke a long time ago.

As alpha of the Regent’s Park Pack, Cam’s focus is always centred on its members—his personal life pushed aside after the death of his wife. Now that his pack has merged with the Primrose Hill shifters, he can't afford any distractions.

Gareth’s been in love with his alpha for years, but his position as beta complicates matters. Added to the fact Cam still mourns his late wife, Gareth knows his feelings will never be reciprocated, so he buries them deep.

With the two packs already struggling to unite under one alpha, they get a surprise addition—one who causes more tension within the ranks. Under such strain, long-kept secrets are forced into the open. Gareth and Cam must deal with the aftermath, while also keeping the pack’s best interests at heart.


Review

Bitten By The Alpha is book 4 in Annabelle Jacob's Regent Park Series. I've read every book so I'm confident in saying you must read these in order. We are following a story arc for sure.

In this book we finally get Gareth and Cam's story. From the very beginning the author has toyed with us when it came to these two. We waited, hoped, and swooned. Thing is, this is unrequited love and those are always so emotional.

With following the arc we deal with Newell once more but not in the capacity we dealt with before. There was a sort of conclusion to this series when it came to this book and if this is the last book I think the author ended it perfectly.

Gareth made my heart ache with his love for Cam and for years watching Cam have zero idea for the love Gareth carried around with him. One of most favorite things about unrequited love stories is the moment it no longer is. That "Ohhhhhhh" moment and the author does deliver on that.

Cam is an amazing alpha and has been a character I've really enjoyed through this entire story and I was so freaking happy to read his tail wagging tale!

Great book and amazing series!



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About The Author

Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it - fighting enemies and adversity - but they always find love in the end.

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Website: www.annabellejacobs.com
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Friday, March 2, 2018

Release Day Review: Touch by Remmy Duchene #Review #Giveaway



Author: Remmy Duchene
Title: Touch
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Publication Date: March 2, 2018
Length: 137 pages

Reviewed by Jenn


Synopsis

One can’t walk the path of darkness and expect to escape unscathed.

At eighteen, Foster Erickson stepped out of the closet into a world of homelessness, prostitution, and drugs. Years later, he’s pulled it together and is ready to rebuild.

Determined not to let the demons win, Foster starts university with a plan to keep others from making the same mistakes he did. The last thing he expects is Sylvester Roberts.

After years of working with his father, Sylvester decides to step out on his own. University at his age is strange, but for him, failure isn’t an option. After flunking a few tests, Sylvester’s professor assigns him a tutor—Foster Erickson. The moment they meet, Sylvester knows Foster isn’t like other guys. 

As the darkness hovers and Sylvester begins falling, he will have to decide if helping Foster fight his demons will be worth it in the end.


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Review

This is my first ever book by Remmy Duchene, but definitely not my last! I was pulled in from page one and the book never lost my attention.

Foster Erickson comes out of the closet at eighteen in a cruel world. He ends up a homeless prostitute with a drug problem. Foster is made of strong stuff and with some help, he is able to pull himself together. Foster is starting university and while not as young as most of his fellow students, this is a whole new world for him. He just wants to keep his head down and get through his days at school and then...in walks Sylvester Roberts.

Sylvester is an older student, coming to university after working for years for his father.  Sylvester is in need of a tutor and is assigned to Foster. He has noticed Foster and has found himself stealing looks. As they begin to work together, Sylvester sees a darkness is Foster. That darkness doesn’t stop him from wanting to know more about Foster, wanting to be around Foster....just wanting Foster. These two will have some challenges that not every couple or even friends have to face. I love the way the author deals with these conflicts.

This book could have gone down a path that many books that start the way this one does. It doesn’t though, Remmy gives us something with a realistic look at a life lived the way Foster has had to live. It’s not sweet and easy, it’s raw and real! This one is worth taking a chance if you’re new to the author and if Remmy is a favorite....it’s one I think you’ll love.


All the pain and all the feels!! 





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Flashback Friday: Crossroads by Riley Hart #Review #Giveaway



Author: Riley Hart
Title: Crossroads
Self Published
Publication Date: July 28, 2015
Length: 340 pages

Reviewed by Jenn

Synopsis

After divorcing the woman he’d been with since he was seventeen, Nick Fuller is starting over. He owns the restaurant of his dreams and he’s determined to meet new people, find new passions, and experience life to its fullest. Easier said than done—that is until he meets his new neighbor, Bryce Tanner… 

Bryce is all about a good time. He plans to show Nick how it’s done, help him meet a few women, and enjoy the gift of the single life he’s been given. But things don’t go as planned, and soon they realize they’d rather be together than with anyone else. 

Neither man has ever wanted another guy, but there’s a connection between them from the start—a spark they can’t deny. They find themselves navigating an unfamiliar new world and dealing with unforeseen obstacles. Physical desire isn’t enough, and now Nick and Bryce are at a crossroads. They have to decide which way to go: the easy path they’ve always followed, or the one that's determined to trip them up at every turn.






Review

Okay, this book was one of my first MM books and definitely the one that made me start searching out more books in this genre. I –quote- simply LOVE this book.

Nick Fuller is in a transition period in his life, he’s coming out of a divorce and has just bought a house on his own. He owns a restaurant and works a lot of hours and lost most of his friends in the divorce. He needs a fresh start and to start living a life of his own. When his new next-door neighbor, that he shares a backyard with, moves in....maybe he’ll get a chance at a new friend.

Bryce Tanner is a good time, he loves having fun and riding motorcycles. He’s found the career of his dreams in his shop, repairing and rebuilding motorcycles. When he moves in next door to Nick and learns that Nick has had a very sheltered life and has little experience with women, he’s determined to change that. Bryce makes it his mission to help Nick meet some women and to teach him how to enjoy the single life. Nick and Bryce become best friends and spend almost all of their free time together, they may be out looking for women, but neither seems to be really looking. They enjoy talking, eating and just hanging out together, more with each other than anyone else. These two don’t realize that the connection they have is something different than either has ever felt or wanted from another man. When the depth of that connection is pointed out....sparks fly!! 


This is one of my most favorite books, it’s a happy place, comfort food type of read. I can quote so much dialogue from this book, I’ve probably read it 10 times. If you have never read this book, you owe it to yourself to read it. These characters stole a piece of my heart and have held onto it and I happily leave it with them. 




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Thursday, March 1, 2018

Blog Tour: Where Death Meets the Devil by LJ Hayward #Excerpt #Giveaway



Author: LJ Hayward
Title: Where Death Meets The Devil
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Publication Date: February 26, 2018
Length: 395 pages

About Where Death Meets the Devil

Jack Reardon, former SAS soldier and current Australian Meta-State asset, has seen some messy battles. But “messy” takes on a whole new meaning when he finds himself tied to a chair in a torture shack, his cover blown wide open, all thanks to notorious killer-for-hire Ethan Blade.

Blade is everything Jack doesn’t believe in: remorseless, detached, lawless. Yet, Jack’s only chance to survive is to strike a bargain with the devil and join forces with Blade. As they trek across a hostile desert, Jack learns that Blade is much more than a dead-eyed killer—and harder to resist than he should be.


A year later, Jack is home and finally getting his life on track. Then Ethan Blade reappears and throws it all into chaos once more. It’s impossible to trust the assassin, especially when his presence casts doubts on Jack’s loyalty to his country, but Jack cannot ignore what Blade’s return means: the mess that brought them together is far from over, and Ethan might just bring back the piece of Jack’s soul he thought he’d lost forever.



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Hi all!! Welcome to my inaugural blog tour. I’m incredibly excited to be here, introducing you to my new book, Where Death Meets the Devil!! It’s full of action and suspense and two damaged men who shouldn’t be friends—or more—coming together to uncover a common enemy—and more. I’d love to have you join me on the tour where I’ll be dorking… ah hem, talking about the importance of titles, the dangers of research, theme songs and other stuff. And if watching while I potentially embarrass myself isn’t enticement enough, there’s a chance to win a $10 Riptide gift card!



Excerpt

Then
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t how a guy was supposed to celebrate his thirty-fifth birthday. He was supposed to be in a pub, listening to a drunken rendition of “Happy Birthday,” or at a BBQ being introduced to so-and-so’s cousin with the great personality, or out to dinner with a slice of wheat-free, dairy-free, taste-free cake. Hell, anywhere but here.
Here was a twelve by twelve of raw cinder block, roofed in rusted, corrugated tin and in the middle of God-knew-where. The only furniture was the folding chair in the centre of the room, bolted to the cement floor. The chair Jack was tied to by wrists, ankles, thighs, and chest. They hadn’t gagged him, which meant there was no one to hear him scream; hadn’t blindfolded him, which meant what he saw wouldn’t matter.
It was cold, but not as cold as it got closer to dawn, so only a couple of hours had passed since he’d been jumped, at least. The shivers running along his spine aggravated the shallow knife wound under his left kidney, to say nothing of the potentially broken ribs creaking each time he moved. His right wrist was either badly sprained or fractured; the plastic restraint was biting into the swollen tissue. All of it hurt enough to make his teeth ache. Or maybe that was from the repeated blows to his jaw.
“Hey!” Jack couldn’t help but try. “What’s going on? I didn’t do anything. Come on, what’s the deal?”
Like before, no response.
The icteric light of a dozen fluorescent glow-tubes hanging overhead gave everything a sickly yellow tinge. Behind him, the wall with the door. To his left, a wall with a set of shackles. It was easy to imagine himself strung up, hanging there defenceless, while the tools on the wall to his right were taken down and used. Knives, pliers, straight razor, a shock-stick, what was possibly a cat-o’-nine-tails. All of them were hung on a backboard, the type with an outline of each tool so you knew where to put them. Someone had made sure each tail of the whip hung in its precise place.
Still, it was a nicer scene than that on the wall in front of him.
A poster stuck up with aged, yellowed tape. An expanse of turquoise water, a curve of golden sand, a row of perfect palm trees, a peerless blue sky arcing over it. On the beach, four young ladies in bikinis played volleyball.
It had a caption: Wish you were here.
The truly disturbing thing, though, the one thing in the entire room that really concerned him, was that someone had used what was probably blood to smear a question mark at the end of it. That one, perhaps joking, addition did what nothing else in the room could.
It made Jack think he wasn’t going to get out of here alive.
He really didn’t want to die here. Not in this goddamned place, not for this bloody job.
Jack closed his eyes. The darkness he found there suited the cold, but it didn’t stay dark for long. It rarely did these days. Something always lurked behind his eyelids, waiting to pounce.
Tonight’s bad memory was the compound. Walking from the barracks to the Big House, where Mr. Valadian stayed when he was in residence, he’d kept his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans, shoulders hunched against the chill of the desert night. Thankfully, his jeans and wool-lined bomber jacket, collar turned up around his neck, had been enough barrier against the cold.
Jack had barely got one foot on the bottom step before Jimmy was there. Thinking it had been a routine summons, Jack hadn’t been prepared, a telling fact of how bad things had become. Jimmy had locked his free arm around Jack’s neck, pushing a knife up under his jacket, the point keen against his skin.
Then Robbo had appeared and things had gone from confusing to screwed very quickly.
Jack banished the new bad memory to the files in the back of his head, then slammed the drawer shut on his own foolish mistakes. Too cocky, too complacent. Too bloody tired of the job as a whole. God. He just wanted to go home and forget any of this existed.
He might as well be wishing for the moon, because he was stuck here, surrounded by nothing but extremely hostile, empty desert in all directions. The Great Sandy Desert was too hot, too dry, or for pitifully few days a year, too wet. Those brave enough to endure it were small, scattered Aboriginal communities and a couple of mining companies who poured money on the inherent problems—and organised-crime bosses with big secrets to hide. With no water, no weapons, and no friends for hundreds of kilometres, Jack had about as slim a chance on his own as he did right here.
Then he heard a deep humming sound. It Dopplered around the hut, growing louder as its source prepared to land. The double-thumping of the helicopter’s two contra-rotating rotors pounded against the shack, making the tools clatter against their backboard, jerking them out of their neatly aligned positions. Chains rattled and the roof crackled under the new pressures.
Well, that was one thing confirmed. It was Mr. Valadian who’d ordered his capture. He was the only obscenely rich megalomaniac in Australia who had a Russian Kamov Ka-52 Hokum-B attack chopper. Which meant Jack probably wasn’t getting out of this with his skin intact, let alone alive.
The bird eased down, and a moment later, the engines cut off. In the sudden silence, Jack heard voices.
There was the stately drawl of The Man himself asking a question. Robbo’s glacially paced tone answered him. The Man again, then the eager-to-please nasal twang of Jimmy. The nasal twang was fresh that night, courtesy of the punch Jack had landed on the prick’s nose.
The Ka-52 was a two-man aircraft, three if two of the people were willing to get pretty well acquainted. As none of these three could pilot the thing, Jimmy and Robbo had probably been outside all the while, hopefully freezing their pathetically small nuts off.
The door opened, and Jimmy’s greasy, “This way, Mr. Valadian,” was followed by a soft snort from The Man as he stepped into the hut.
“Watch the door,” Mr. Valadian said, no particular command in his tone, just an air of expecting to be obeyed.
“Of course, sir,” Jimmy gushed as the door shut firmly on his sycophancy.
“Turd of a man.”
Jack almost laughed. Mr. Valadian was one of those charming psychos, sophisticated and polite, and supremely capable of cutting a person to the bone with a blunt summation of their flaws.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Mr. Valadian said as he strode into view. “I was delayed by business.”
The Man was not tall, not short, not ugly, not handsome. Brown hair, brown eyes. Unremarkable. Unmemorable. Evolutionarily perfected for vanishing in a crowd or sliding right off the end of a lineup. He had a sheet of charges as long as Jack’s leg—possession of illegal firearms; possession of stolen property; financial fraud; even one for supplying underaged prostitutes to a redacted third party. A few had stuck, resulting in a couple of short-term “holidays” in minimum security, but most had slipped right off The Man’s well-dressed back with barely a hitch.
That wasn’t why Jack was here, though.
“No problem, boss,” Jack said, trying for cool nonchalance. “Gave me a chance to tidy the old torture shack up some. I’d offer you a seat, but . . .”
Mr. Valadian smiled. It was the tolerant one The Man turned on business rivals, usually ten seconds before they were taken out of the running for good. As if he were at one of those “business” meetings right now, he wore a tailored suit in rich, dark blue, an ultra-fine wool overcoat hanging to his knees, and leather dress shoes dusty from the ground disturbed by the landing chopper.
“Come now, Mr. Reed,” The Man said. “We both know why we’re here. Just as we both know you don’t want to make this hard for yourself.”
“Sorry, boss, I must be a bit slow tonight. I really don’t know why I’m here. If I’ve done something to disappoint you, I’m sorry.”
How far could he push it? Jack had certainly felt like he was in favour lately, being called out on several high-level meetings with Mr. Valadian, his opinion of this or that person’s motives requested. He’d felt like he was trusted. Finally. And now this.
The Man considered him, eyes hooded. “Are you? I would like to think you really were, Mr. Reed. The worst part of it is I liked you. Smart, fast, perceptive.” He snorted. “Trustworthy. But I suppose that was the job, wasn’t it.”
Then he lifted his gaze and nodded fractionally.
Another person moved into Jack’s line of sight, startling him so the chair creaked sharply. He hadn’t even suspected there was someone else in the small space. None of his senses had picked up the footsteps, the heat, the sounds of another’s breaths.
It was a man, which wasn’t surprising. Mr. Valadian had very antiquated views on the sexes. Women had their place, and it wasn’t in his business, be it in the glittering towers of glass and steel in the cities or in secret, paramilitary compounds in the middle of God-didn’t-give-a-shit-where. This guy was no taller than The Man, but built lean, moving with the light, gliding steps of a person confident in their strength and skills. He wore, oddly, dark sunglasses and a suit of deep charcoal, fitted but cut to conceal weapons, which he was unashamed to show off. Pushing back the side of his own long woollen coat, the newcomer flashed a compact webbing under his suit jacket and the butts of two large handguns. From an inner pocket, he took a small grey box and handed it to Mr. Valadian. Returning his hands to his sides, he backed into a corner. Under a shock of dark hair, the skin of his face was pale and smooth, closely shaven.
This man was a complete unknown. And that meant an unclassified danger. Jack’s stomach clenched in anxiety, but he didn’t let it show on his face.
“What’s going on, boss?” He used what he hoped was the perfect amount of confusion. “Who’s the pretty boy?”
Ignoring the second question, Mr. Valadian said, “What’s going on is that I’ve been made aware of a spy within the compound. Care to tell me anything about that, Jaidev?”
Jack forced a startled laugh. “A spy? Shit, and you think it’s me? Oh, come on, boss. I’ve been with you for how long now? Fifteen months. Why would you think—”
“Tell me your real name, Jaidev.”
“Real . . . It’s Jaidev Reed. Named for my grandfather. He was Indian.” Jack let a touch of frustration into his tone.
“I’m sure he was,” Mr. Valadian said. “His name may have even been Jaidev, but I sincerely doubt yours is. If you won’t tell me your name, perhaps you’d like to tell me who you’re working for.”
“I work for you. I’m not a spy!”
“Are you from the military? ASIO perhaps? Maybe even the Meta-State?”
Jack frowned. “Meta-State? What in hell is that?”
The Man regarded him for a moment. “The Meta-State is a highly guarded secret agreement between Australia, New Zealand, Malaysia, Singapore, and various other Southeast Asian countries to share intelligence and resources regarding terrorism and international threats. Rumours say the Meta-State controls a hidden anti-terrorism operation spanning not just the members of the Meta-State, but several other, potentially volatile nations as well.”
“Wow,” Jack said. “That sounds cool, if a bit far-fetched.”
“Trust me, Mr. Reed, it is real.” Mr. Valadian held up the small box. “Do you know what this is? It’s a signal jammer. It’ll block my phone and the comms on the chopper, but it’ll also screw with neural implants.” Not waiting for Jack to pretend ignorance this time, he said, “Yes, another secret the government would prefer we know nothing about. They’ve been trialling neural implants in the military’s elite forces for some time now. Given your age, if you were military, I’d say you have one, Mr. Reed.” Mr. Valadian gave him a patient look. “Tell me, Jaidev, who are you working for and what interest do they have in me?”
Shit. Fifteen months. So close to getting everything he needed—proof of Mr. Valadian’s association with terror groups in Russia, Egypt, and Argentina; development of smuggling routes into and out of the Australasian region; the reason for the secret paramilitary compound housing a small army and enough weapons to pose a serious threat to the security of the Meta-State—and it was all about to end in spectacular pain and disaster.
Jack tried one last time. “Got me, boss. I don’t know anything about it.”
“Hm. Wrong answer.” The Man’s thumb moved over the button.

Fuck fuck fuck





About L.J. Hayward

L.J. Hayward has been telling stories for most of her life. Granted, a good deal of them have been of the tall variety, but who’s counting? Parents and teachers notwithstanding, of course. These days, the vast majority of her story telling has been in an honest attempt to create fun and exciting ways of entertaining others (and making money).

As such, she is still a mad (always provoked!) scientist in a dungeon laboratory (it has no windows—seriously, the zombie apocalypse could be going on outside and she’d have nary a clue) who, on the rare occasions she emerges into the light, does so under extreme protest and with the potential hazard of bursting into flames under the Southeast Queensland sun.

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Audiobook Review: To Touch You by Cardeno. C. Narrated by Charlie David #Review #Giveaway




Author: Cardeno. C
Title: To Touch You
Series: Mates Collection #4
Narrator: Charlie David
Publisher: The Romance Authors LLC
Publication Date: November 10, 2017
Length: 7 hours 5 minutes

Reviewed by Morningstar

Synopsis

"His name is Salvatore Rossi. He's a vampire. And he's my true mate."
By not relying on anyone except himself, Salvatore Rossi escaped a dead-end existence and reached the height of corporate success. But just when he has everything he always wanted, fate throws Salvatore a challenge he can't solve alone, and a young wolf-shifter comes to his rescue.
Since childhood, Yoram Smith's family was certain he would grow to become alpha and save their beloved pack from its slow demise. When the time comes for a new leader, Yoram is forced to juggle his duty to care for a splintering pack with his duty to care for an absent mate, and his own strength suffers. Being turned into a vampire didn't alter Salvatore's life philosophy: If you don't rely on anyone, nobody can let you down. But when the boy who saved his life becomes a man who needs his help, the icy vampire must find his humanity.







Review

I loved this story before listening to it on audio, and Charlie David just made me fall in love with these guys even harder.

Outside of Ethan and Miguel, this was the only other vampire mating in this shifter series, and just like their book, it is one of my favorites of the series. Yoram was seven when he met his true mate, and even at that age he was smart and determined and a character I loved. As he grew going through things most children, then teenagers wouldn’t have to go through, he not only stayed the same person but matured and became such a strong young man that my love for him never changed. His loyalty to Sal, his pack, and his friends his beyond measure.

Sal, his vampire mate, basically rejects him and that not only breaks Yoram’s heart but takes a physical toll as well. But his loyalty and determination never wain. He stood by Sal even when the man was completely unaware. See why I love him? When the Yoram was the one that needed saving I had high hope that Sal would feel the pull to help, not just as his mate but as a man that had a heart he was probably unaware was there.

This book takes place over many, many years and it seems that these two guys were never on the same page. I wonder if Sal would’ve taken the option to save his life the first time around if he knew that he’d end up where he did.


This wasn’t a nail-biter type book, but it was one that I couldn’t put down. Charlie David, the narrator, made that even more impossible. Good thing I can listen and do other things! The narrator always gives a unique voice to the characters he’s giving life to, and he doesn’t disappoint in this story either. It's one that I plan to listen to over and over again!






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