Thursday, June 30, 2016

Stolen by the Laird
(Conquered Bride Series Book 4)
Eliza Knight
Blog Tour – June 29 to July 9
She was supposed to be his prize... But not all rewards are sweet...
Laird Brody Keith, Marischal of Scotland, has been asked by his future king to travel with William Wallace to Dunnottar Castle, where they will seize the castle back from the English. If he completes his mission, the castle, the land and all it holds, will be his. Brody is more than eager to sink his blade into the hearts of his enemies after the brutal murder of his sister and father. But what he doesn't count on is finding an English lass in need of his protection...
Lady Guinevere has led a less than pleasant life in Scotland over the past year, and now she can either run for her life or accept the proposal of a man who should be her enemy. Survival bids her to acquiesce, but that doesn't mean she has to play nice. Except, she's coming to adore the people whom she's always been told she should hate, and respect the man who risked his life for her.
Joined for a mutual purpose, Brody and Guinevere seem doomed from the start, but as time passes and their true enemies draw closer, they'll form an alliance that not even the devil himself can break.
Brody pushed the door open the remainder of the way and came face to face with four Englishwomen. They huddled by the window, dressed in Sassenach gowns, hair once styled as though they were attending a great feast, jewels at their necks, and tears adorning each face except for one.
“Och, but I’ve died and gone to Hell,” he muttered.
Everyone knew Englishwomen were as shrewish as… well as, an Englishwoman, and as cold as dead fish.
All four stared at him, wide-eyed, mouths hung agape.
Much like fish, he thought.
They were pretty enough, especially the one with the long flowing blonde locks. Though it looked as though her locks had seen better days, perhaps not to have been torn from whatever fancy knot they’d been in.
“Who are ye?” he asked in not too kind a tone. He didn’t want any shrewish behavior, simply facts.
The blonde stepped forward, squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye with her piercing blue—nay more green than blue—eyes. She was the only one who didn’t cry. As though she’d been expecting him. The lass was beautiful, even if she was a harpy. Her bone structure was delicate, but her eyes sharp, and the way she frowned, well, he guessed her tongue to be just as barbed. The gown accentuated the curve of her hips and the swell of marginal breasts—he refused to call them the perfect size, for she was English, and he denied finding anything about her to be flawless.
“Who are you?” she retorted.
Och, a fiery little fish. “I asked ye first.”
“Well”—her gaze roved from the top of his head down to his boot tips and he felt more than a little assessed—“I think it is plain to see I outrank you, savage, so you must answer me first.”
At her bold words the ladies in her presence all paled, one covered her mouth, another pinched her own arms and the third nodded approval.
Brody chuckled, taking a menacing step forward. “Then I suppose we have found ourselves at an impasse, fishy, for I do believe I outrank ye.”
“Fishy? Ye insult me.” She shook her head and regarded him with something akin to disgust. “Impossible.”
Her revulsion almost had him checking himself. How odd, and why should he even wonder at her manners? She was English after all. Every woman he’d ever met up to this point had fallen at his feet. Brody was known for his charismatic tongue, his lovemaking abilities. Well, this fish wouldn’t know those things. And from the looks of her, she’d be too uptight to enjoy the pleasures he could have given her, if he wanted to, which he wouldn’t.
Brody puffed his chest and took several steps forward. “I assure ye, madam, given your current situation, anything is possible.”
Two of her ladies fainted dead away and the third stepped in front of the blonde, only to be shoved behind, a sharp word from the Grande Fishy’s mouth.
Then she turned back to him, pursing her lips as though she were contemplating a truce.
Before she could speak, he cut her off. “I dinna make deals, lass. If ye dinna believe me, then take a look out your window at the kirk yonder.”
“So you intend to kill us then?” Despite the stubborn set to her jaw and shoulders, her lower lip quivered.
Och, but why did that slight tremble have to tug at his heart? “We shall see what comes to pass.”
 Eliza Knight is an award-winning and USA Today bestselling indie author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. Under the name E. Knight, she pens rip-your-heart-out historical fiction. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain with her own knight in shining armor, three princesses and two very naughty puppies.
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Monday, June 27, 2016

A Review of The Golden City by J. Kathleen Cheney

The Golden City (The Golden City, #1)The Golden City by J. Kathleen Cheney
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

J. Kathleen Cheney takes the readers through an alternate history where Sereis, Selkies, and Seers, live amongst the humans in The Golden City. This fantasy has a little bit of everything, romance, history, magic, murder, intrigue, and mystery.

After reading The Library at Char I decided to give fantasy genre a second chance by reading The Golden City. I'm so glad I did. The cover itself is absolutely stunning!! I'm a sucker for pretty book covers lol!

I'm loving the dynamic between Oriana and Duilio. They both feel an attraction to the other but can't act on it while investigating the mysteries behind the city under the water. I like how the reader learns new clues in the case as Oriana and Duilio do. There's definitely a sense of danger as both are harboring secrets that could get them in all kinds of trouble.

I'm rating The Golden City a 5 out of 5 stars because the writing is superb! J. Kathleen Cheney does an excellent job of making the characters and concepts easy to understand. This is the first in The Golden City series and I'm starting the 2nd one today after I post this lol!

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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Paladin by Angela Knight Review and Blog Tour

Paladin (Graven Gods, Book 1)Paladin by Angela Knight
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Action packed both in the bedroom and out of it! Summer is a powerhouse against the Valakans who are after her. With her cat Calliope and Paladin by her side, she is a force to be reckoned with. In the first book of the Graven Gods series, Paladin packs a punch!

Calliope is the one character I liked the most. Her personality reminds me of Strawberry Shortcake's cat, Custard - I watch too many cartoons thanks to my 5 yr old lol! Anyways, Calliope is like Summer's animal guide.

Paladin is your typical alpha macho man who doesn't always think with his head ;). The one thing I like about him is that he doesn't fight Summer's battles for her. Paladin sometimes butts heads with Calliope which makes the 3 of them a fun fighting trio against the Valakans.

I'm rating Paladin a 4 out of 5 stars because it is very well written with fun and interesting characters.

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Paladin (Graven Gods 1)
Angela Knight
Blog Tour
Struggling novelist Summer St. Clare can't remember her murdered mother's face, or most of her childhood before the age of twelve. The only constant in her life is Paladin, once her imaginary childhood friend, now the handsome detective of her urban fantasy series.
There's nothing imaginary about Paladin now. Hot, seductive and dangerous, Paladin blurs the line between fantasy and reality. The passion Summer experiences in his arms makes her question what's real -- or whether she cares.
Someone else believes in Paladin, and he wants Summer dead. Her confusion mounts when she fights off five attackers with a display of dazzling martial arts skills she doesn't remember acquiring. As she searches for answers and runs for her life, her dream lover becomes more real with every kiss.
I sat back from my keyboard and pushed a strand of peacock-tipped hair out of my eyes with a shaking hand. This had been a particularly bad one. Not that they were ever any fun.
When Paladin had touched Moss's fetid brain, I'd seen the killer's crimes just as he had. It hadn't seemed like imagination or clever turns of phrase. I'd felt Moss's sick excitement, the sense of power killing gave the revolting little fuck.
Gerald had been thoroughly powerless in the rest of his life. His jobs, when he'd had one, had always been for minimum wage, flipping burgers and delivering pizza.
Valak had given him magic and sent him out to kill.
He'd dragged the souls out of his victims' eyes and gulped them down, collecting them for his master.
Paladin had made Gerald pay, shown him just how it felt to have the life burned from his body. It still wouldn't bring any of the women back. Their children, their husbands, their parents and their friends would still grieve. The killer's death would be a chilly consolation at best.
Still, Paladin had balanced the scales. And unlike the justice system, he never convicted an innocent through error or prejudice or a witness's lies. He learned the killers' crimes from their own corrupt brains or their victims' ghosts.
Never mind the cost to Paladin himself. That didn't matter to him.
I blinked back to myself, throwing off the story's spell again. Then I caught a glimpse of one particular line, and a memory ambushed me with sick horror. I jumped up and raced to the bathroom in the back of my shop. Calliope followed, meowing in distress.
Falling to my knees before the porcelain god, I vomited up every last bite of Oreo and sip of coffee. When I was done, I braced shaking hands on the toilet seat, almost as battered from the memory of what I'd written as the violence of my heaving.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Paladin asked roughly. "Every time you write it down, you live it all over again. And it was ugly enough the first time."
"If I don't write it down, it'll stay in my skull and rot. I tried it the other way, remember? I almost ate Mary's gun."
He growled, sounding pissed. I wasn't sure if he was mad at me or the situation, but either way, I was too busy yarking to care.
Calliope rubbed her way around my kneeling body, meowing plaintively.
"I'm all right," I lied to the cat, and pushed to my feet. I almost fell, managed to catch myself against the wall, and reeled to the sink. Plucking my spare toothbrush out of the water glass beside the basin, I started scrubbing out the nasty.
Calliope jumped up on the minuscule vanity. "Rrrooow." Which was probably Cateese for "You're bugfuck crazy."
"Thank you for that news flash, Captain Noshit."
Compelled in the same masochistic way you probe an aching tooth, I returned to the desk where my phone lay. A glance at the grandfather clock told me it was three in the afternoon.
It had been 10:30 when I sat down.
I groaned. "Fuck, I hope nobody came in while I was lost in my own head. Assuming they didn't steal me blind, they'd think I was the rudest shop keeper on the face of the planet."
This was why I locked up anything more valuable than a dog-eared paperback. Otherwise a shoplifter could come in and clean me out, and I'd never know it was happening.
I picked the phone up and read a line at random. Murders, rapes and beatings battered his consciousness until he shuddered in revulsion.
The horror I'd -- Paladin -- had seen in the killer's mind rushed back, black and awful. It's not real, I told myself.
Myself wasn't buying it. It had sure as hell felt real.
There's something wrong with me. It's not normal to feel this way about something I freakin' made up.
I'd gone to writers' conventions where other artists talked about their creative processes. Nobody else seemed to experience their fictional worlds as a splatter-punk flick. Yeah, they imagined the action in considerable detail, but not the way I did. They didn't smell and taste the blood, or feel the anguish of innocent and hero.
Unfortunately, I knew no other way to work. If I wasn't sane, there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it, short of turning myself in to the nearest shrink.
And I had no interest whatsoever in paying rent on a rubber room.
After feeding the cat, I spent the next couple of hours organizing stock and waiting on customers. One was Dave Stone, who came in to buy a pack of Magic the Gathering cards. He was looking for an Unwinding Clock to add to his collection. The teen usually bought a pack once or twice a month hoping to hit one that included whichever card he was currently looking for. There were thousands of Magic cards used as weapons in the game, and you never knew what you were going to get when you bought any given pack.
"One of these days, I'm going to collect an entire set of rare cards," Dave said with a sigh, scratching Calliope under her chin as she purred in feline ecstasy. "Just as soon as I have a few thousand to spare."
Collecting the really rare cards wasn't cheap, though you could get a new pack for ten bucks. Dave worked at McDonald's solely to fund his addiction to Magic and manga -- Japanese comic books.
"I'm keeping an eye out for those foil cards you want," I told him, then added impulsively, "Hey, what's the deal with your mom? I swear to God, that woman acts like I terrify her." I wouldn't normally ask a question like that of a customer, but Dave and I had been friends since I'd opened the store.
"Probably has something to do with Paladin. Mom said just yesterday..." His eyes widened, and he got an odd look on his face, as if he'd just said something that would get him into trouble.
"Your mother reads my books?" I asked, surprised. I always figured she'd be more inclined to burn them, assuming you could actually burn an e-book.
"Uh... Yeah. I let her borrow my copies." Hastily he added, "Hey, did I tell you I gave Paladin's Favor five stars on Amazon? And not just because you're my buddy, either. I enjoyed that book."
"Really?" I asked, diverted. Authors are like new mothers -- all you have to do to win our hearts is complement our babies.
"Really. Paladin's seriously kickass."
We spent the next ten minutes talking about the book. It was only after Dave left I wondered about his comment that his mother's issues with me had something to do with Paladin. What the hell had he meant?
Huh. I'd have to harass him about that later. Speaking of Paladin... I picked up my phone again, planning to take a look at the copy I'd written.
"Meeeeoooooooow!" Calliope shoulder-checked my hand so hard, I dropped the cell, which clattered to the desktop and almost tumbled off before I caught it. The cat gave me a narrow-eyed glare as I put it back on the desk. Before I could look at the screen again, she planted a paw on my wrist in warning. Her claws were retracted, but judging by the look on her fuzzy face, she was ready to pop them like Wolverine.
If I didn't know better, I'd think she was warning me off another foray into my book.
Deciding it was time for a mollifying feline bribe, I got a packet of cat treats out of the desk and fed her a couple. After a few more minutes scratching behind her ears while she purred like a Porche, I was no longer feeling masochistic enough for another PTSD flashback. When I picked up my phone again, it was to indulge in my favorite e-crack, Pinterest.
I found several shots of half-nekkid men to pin to my "Hero Inspiration" board, hunks who might make good characters if I ever got around to writing romances. Which exercise was actually just an excuse to ogle hot guys who made my girly bits tingle.
One advantage of being a novelist is you can use research as an excuse for just about anything.
By the time five o'clock rolled around, I still hadn't edited any of the day's pages. That was unusual for me. I'm one of those writers who has the most trouble with the first draft. Once that's done, I can spend countless happy hours playing with sentences, cutting some, restructuring others, and creating pretty phrases to salt into my prose.
This time I was in no hurry to dive back into the psychic sewer of Paladin's battle with Gerald.
Anyway, it was time to head for home and the Lois McMaster Bujold novel I was reading for the third time.
It was dark when I stepped out of the shop, purse flung over my shoulder, Calliope ghosting along at my heels like a fluffy shadow. "All things considered, it wasn't that bad a day," I told her as I led the way toward the Kia I'd left parked out in the middle of the lot, leaving nearer spots for the customers. Some of the older ladies find it painful to walk very far. "I got twenty pages written, and nobody cleaned out the shop while I was catatonic."
Calliope opened her mouth to meow, then froze, her blue eyes going round in alarm. Hissing, she crouched, ears flattening as her tail bushed. I frowned down at her, which is why I didn't immediately notice the shitstorm about to break on my hapless head.
"All right bitch, hand over the purse and maybe we won't beat you to death."
I jerked my head up, my heart diving for my sneakers as I realized I should've listened to Mary and bought a gun.
Make that an AK-47.
Five men ringed me in the darkness, eyes hard over nasty smiles, looking like the chorus line of America's Most Wanted.
Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuckfuck!
Panicked, I looked around at them. Should I run? They were all tall, muscular, and fit enough to do some damage. Shit, they'll be on me before I make it five feet.
"Valak, you bastard," Paladin raged in the back of my skull. "I'm going to feed you your own forked dick for this." I don't know what the fuck my back brain thought he could do -- or why he needed to do it to another figment of my imagination.
"I... I..." I stuttered.
A hiss of feline rage sounded. Calliope planted herself in front of me, every black hair standing out, her tail bushed and back arched. My imagination served up an image of somebody's foot sending her flying like a soccer ball. Frantic, I pounced on her, scooped her up, and spun to run. "Help! Help me! I'm being robbed!"
I might as well have saved my breath.
"Oh no, you don't, bitch!" A hard hand clamped onto my shoulder and spun me around. I dropped the cat as my captor drew back a fist, cruelty in his cold eyes.
"Summer, listen," Paladin said, his mental voice urgent. "You're going to have to fight, baby. I can't help you. The spell won't let me take over when you're conscious."
"What spell? What the fuck do I do?" My frenzied mind raced back and forth like a squirrel in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler. "I don't know what to do!"
"Your body knows, Summer. Just let go. We've spent your whole life building muscle memory. It can save you if..."
"Give us what we want." The thug's vicious stare gleamed with nasty anticipation. "Maybe we won't..."
I whipped around and kicked his feet out from under him, then slammed my fist into his mouth before he even hit the ground.
For a heartbeat, I stared down at the dazed and bleeding dickhead. "What the fuck just happened? Did I do that?"
"You sure did!" Paladin crowed. "That's my girl! Told you it would work!"
"Bitch, the hell?" Dickhead snarled up at me through bloody teeth and started to roll to his feet.
Instinct drove me to stomp on his groin. He shrieked and curled around himself like a cooked shrimp.
"Cunt!" The second guy swung a fist decorated with prison tatts.
I pivoted aside, grabbed the back of Tattboy's head, and slammed his face down into my lifted knee in the same move Paladin had used the night before. Blood flew.
I dropped him on the sidewalk. For such a big guy, he didn't seem to weigh much.
"You don't know your own strength. Don't hold back. Let the bastards have it."
Swearing, a muscular redhead charged. The world reeled as my spinning kick plowed into his gut. He gagged, doubling over. I nailed Red with an uppercut that laid him out on his back. It felt weird, as if I was watching the fight from a distance.
Three attackers lay bleeding on the ground now, barely conscious from blows I didn't even know how to deliver. Yet my body kept right on kicking every ass that came in view.
Someone was screaming. Out of the corner of one eye, I saw a fourth man on the ground, howling, Calliope shredding his face with her claws.
"What the fuck? Cats don't do that!"
"Calliope does!" Paladin cheered. "Get 'em, Cal!"
The fifth guy grabbed my arm, jerking me around and swinging at my face. My left arm shot up, blocking the punch as my right plowed into his jaw, which crunched like a piñata. "Eeeeewwww!" I stared down at him as he sprawled at my feet. "Oh, Jesus, did I just kill that guy?"
"Just a fractured jaw," Paladin assured me.
"How would you know, Dr. Fictional?"
"Okay, whore, you're going to pay for that." Dickhead was up again. Something metallic flashed as he dove at me.
I pivoted, grabbed his knife hand, and swung him face first into the shop wall. Dickhead hit the bricks hard enough to bounce.
Behind me, I heard the creak of a car door opening. A voice snarled, "Oh no you don't, you little whore."
I whirled. Out in the parking lot, a man emerged from a black SUV, a rifle in his hands. From twenty feet away he raised the weapon and took aim with the cool skill of a marksman.
My blood turned to sleet in my veins. Dead. I'm so dead!
 I've been writing erotic romance since 1996, when my first novella appeared in Secrets Vol. 2. In June, 2004, Jane's Warlord, my first novel, was published, followed by FOREVER KISS in July, 2004 the antho HOT BLOODED in September, and MASTER OF THE NIGHT in October. MASTER OF THE MOON, my next book, hit the USA Today list for three weeks, much to my amazement. Since then I've been writing like a lunatic and having a wonderful time.
I've been married to a wonderful man for more than twenty years now. He's a senior investigator with our county sheriff's office. As a result, I know an awful lot of cops, which is one reason I love putting police procedural elements in my fiction. I also spent ten years as a reporter, which gave me a collection of war stories you would not believe.
My husband Mike and I have one son, Anthony, who is in his twenties now.
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Friday, June 24, 2016

Review of A Train Through Time by Bess McBride

A Train Through Time (Train Through Time, #1)A Train Through Time by Bess McBride
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Wow it's been such a long time since I've read a time travel romance even though they are my absolute favorite. I remember my first romance novel I read was a time travel and that's what started my love for reading romances. I forget the name of the book but I think it was a harlequin novel. I really wish I could remember it though. Sounds like a fun research project is in my future ;)

Anyways I've been dying to read one of Bess McBride's books because I've heard how good they are. So I bought A Train Through Time from amazon. I think it was only 1.99 or maybe even 99c to buy either way it was an excellent price!

Very good read indeed! What I liked the most about the book is Ellie because every time she'd say something modern everyone would give her crazy looks lol! I also liked Robert's devotion to her no matter how outlandish time travel sounds. I was hoping they'd find a way for him to meet her in the future when she became stuck in the present day but then we wouldn't get Edward's sweet encounter in the end.

I'm rating A Train Through Time 4 out of 5 stars. For fans of time travel romance, Bess McBride has several books to quench our thirst. I'm definitely a fan of hers now!

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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Review of Only For You by E.L. Todd

Only for You (Forever and Always, #1)Only for You by E.L. Todd
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

E.L. Todd does it again! Another hard to put down romance. Only For You is the first in the Forever and Always series. Scarlet and Sean are BFFs who are always there for each other. If you like best friends turned lovers you'll love this contemporary romance. This book was addictive like a good soap opera on TV.

I'm not such a hot fan of Sean. I mean yeah he is protective of Scarlet and helps her whenever she needs it. However he sucks at being a good listener. I also can't believe he'd mess around on her friend from work the day after he was with Scarlet. I don't blame her for ending things with him.

To be honest I'd rather see Scarlet find a new love interest like Cortland. I want to see him get jealous when Sean comes back around and proves to be better for Scarlet. I guess we'll have to see what happens in the next book.

I'm rating Only For You a 3.5 - 4 stars because the book was written very well and I practically devoured it like I do with all her addicting!

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Saturday, June 18, 2016

Review of Tuesday by E.L. Todd

Tuesday (Timeless #2)Tuesday by E.L. Todd
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the continuation of E.L. Todd's first book in the series Monday. It takes place 2 years later from where Monday left off. I actually devoured this book in 2 days that's how good it is!! I think it's also because Monday left me on a cliffhanger. I just had to find out what would happen next.

I liked Tuesday better than Monday. Who doesn't like Tuesdays more than Mondays haha. I think it's because in this one there is a love triangle (love love love love triangles) and Hawke has competition in the form of a hot guy named Kyle. Hawke and Francesca are brought together after 2 years apart due to Francesca's best friend Marie and her brother, Axel (remember them from Monday?) are planning their wedding. They must work together as the best man and maid of honor.

I was just thinking if Francesca's bff and brother weren't getting married would she and Hawke ever find their way back to each other? Hmm...well I guess it's a good thing that Marie and Axel are getting married!

I'm rating Tuesday a 5 out of 5 stars because it really was a non stop read for me. I loved seeing Hawke get jealous and see 2 guys in love with Frankie. Another good read from E.L. Todd.

I received this ebook in exchange for my honest review.

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Thursday, June 16, 2016

Review of The Captain Takes a Wife by Doris Durbin

The Captain Takes a Wife: The Captain Chronicles, 1875The Captain Takes a Wife: The Captain Chronicles, 1875 by Doris Durbin
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

If you like insta-love then you may like The Captain Takes a Wife. A clean historical romance about a war torn captain turned preacher and a young woman escaping from her groom on her wedding day. Sounds intriguing enough right? Well, as much as I like the plot and the way they met I didn't like how fast they fell in love. Their love really is instanteous! Running from dangerous men, Sarah Beth desperately pleads with Harry to pretend they're a couple. He kisses her and just like that they are in love.

I prefer reading romances where the love/romance builds over time. The hero and heroine learn to trust and care about each other throughout the novel. Usually there are conflicts between the two but they overcome and end up closer together because of it. In this novel it really didn't go into detail on any of those elements but that's just me.

Another thing that took me by surprise was how anticlimatic Harry and Sarah Beth took to the introduction of the other Harry. That could have been a point of conflict between the lovebirds. I felt like it was more like an afterthought.

I'm rating The Captain Takes a Wife a 2 out of 5 stars because the plot was good and the characters were promising but it was lackluster.

I received this eARC from Book Look Bloggers in exchange for my honest review.

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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Review of Love Lessons at Midnight by Shirl Henke

Love Lessons At Midnight (House Of Dreams)Love Lessons At Midnight by Shirl Henke
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Beautiful characters with a sweet happily ever after Love Lessons at Midnight does not disappoint. Running away from an abusive husband, Amber finds a home with Grace at her House of Dreams in London. Amber and Rob are wonderful together. They both seek to right social injustices such as child labor. They both have secrets about their past they are each afraid to reveal. Also, Amber and Rob need lessons in love. Under the disguise of Lady Fantasia and Gaby, Amber is able to hide her real identity to avoid recognition from the destructive husband she left long ago. The focus of the story is learning to overcome the past.

Rob is conflicted on his feelings for 2 no make that 3 women! But what he doesn't know is 2 of the women he likes is one and the same - Amber. She'd make the perfect actress on stage. Her ability to convince Rob that as Gaby, she's a native of France yet as Fantasia/Amber she is all English lol! I think it's funny how in the beginning Rob had his eyes set on the widow and even sought out lessons in how to please her yet he begins to dislike her the more time he spends around Amber.

The secondary characters are what really make the story good. I like books that use secondary characters to make the story. Without all their help and guidance Rob and Amber wouldn't even have a story to begin with. Her French bodyguard/friend is my favorite character. She is willing to risk her life in protecting Amber and keeping her safe from Amber's husband. She even plots to sneak into his home and kill him.

I'm rating Love Lessons at Midnight a 4 out of 5 stars - excellent characters throughout and a great but somewhat predictable ending. Very good historical romance!

I received this ebook from the publishers for my honest review.

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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Review of A Fine Imitation by Amber Brock

A Fine ImitationA Fine Imitation by Amber Brock
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Must read historical fiction of 2016! There are so many good things about A Fine Imitation I don't know where to start. The cover of the book is beautiful with art deco design that gives the reader an idea of the time period setting. I really like reading fiction based around the 1920s because the attitudes and styles changed so dramatically during that time. Also, the politics and women's right to vote happened so it was definitely a time of great change but I'm not here to give history lectures. Let's get back to the review, the book jumps back and forth between a 10 year period of 1913 and 1923. The time that the main character, Vera was in college and later the time she is a married New York wealthy socialite.

Vera has only known the life that her parents molded her for, a life among New York's elite with only the best taste in everything including friends. You can't blame her for the internal struggle she faced when enjoying life with her best friend Bea and constantly trying to please her strict mother. I'm surprised Vera didn't crack long before college and become rebellious. I know I would have rebelled if my mom was as strict as hers. Luckily my parents were laid back hippies so I didn't have to go through much of a rebellion LOL! Vera constantly battles between what is expected of her and what she wants to do even to the end. I am so glad she had a change of heart after seeing the finished mural.

The ending is my favorite part of A Fine Imitation because the reader is left guessing almost to the end, what is Vera going to do? Is she going to finally follow her heart? Some books I hate to finish but surprisingly I am happy and content to let Vera go because she got her happily ever after in the best possible way. I'm happy to say goodbye to her and hello to the next book I read.

I'm rating A Fine Imitation 5 out of 5 stars - superb writing, great storyline, and interesting characters - Poppy and Bea gave me a few laughs. I would have liked to have seen the mural but the description of it was very good.

I received a hardback ARC from Blogging for Books in exchange for my honest review.

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Saturday, June 11, 2016

Ascension Spotlight Sale



The Demon Hunters, #1

When demons threaten London, Lady Belinda answers the call.

Lord Gabriel Thurston returns home from war to find his fiancée is not the sweet young girl he left behind. She’s grown into a mysterious woman who guards her dark secrets well. When he sees her sneaking away from a ball, he’s convinced it’s for a lover’s rendezvous. Following her to London’s slums, Gabriel watches in horror as his fiancée ruthlessly slays a man.

Lady Belinda Carlisle’s only concern was her dress for the next ball—until demons nearly killed her and changed everything. A lady by day, and a demon hunter by night, she knows where her duty lies. Ending her betrothal is the best way to protect Gabriel from death by a demon’s hand.

Gabriel soon realizes, like him, Belinda has been fighting for her country. He joins in the fight, determined to show her that their love can endure, stronger than ever.

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Author Bio:

A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful IT career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She's never looked back.

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Multi-published in paranormal, contemporary and historical romance with Ellora's Cave Publishing. You can learn more about her books at or visit her on her Facebook page, where she spends entirely too much time

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Review of Monday by E.L. Todd

Monday (Timeless Series #1)Monday by E.L. Todd
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Emotionally charged novel that is more than just a romance. This novel is about the struggles we face with true to life characters. Hawke has difficulty coming to terms with his aggressive tendencies after growing up in a physically abusive home. Frankie comes into his life and is a breath of fresh air for him. Hawke has never been in a relationship before but that all changed with Frankie. There is no denying the connection between them is strong. Frankie refuses to let him go and is the best influence on Hawke.

There's a transformation that takes place in Hawke after he meets Frankie and it changes him for the better. He sees what a normal family is really like when he is around Frankie, her brother, and their grandmother Yaya. Hawke's mom is still living in the abusive home that he escaped from and she keeps drawing him back every time his father drinks. What hurts him the most I believe is Hawke has the same temper as his father and doesn't know how to control it. Although he vows not to be anything like his father. I can't help but feel sadness for his damaged childhood. Struggling with his overwhelming emotions, Frankie is his rock keeping him grounded.

The book ends on a sad note but luckily it's only part one of a series so the next book, Tuesday is a continuation - thank goodness!! I can't wait to get started on reading what happens next between Hawke and Frankie. Is their bond strong enough to endure the fear and pain Hawke is experiencing? How will Frankie come to terms with his big move?

I'm rating Monday a 4 out of 5 stars because this was an enjoyable read and made me feel emotionally invested in the characters. Hawke is the most realist character in a book I've met. So many men can relate to his childhood and life.

I received this ebook from the author for an honest review.

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