Review: Tempted By the Pack by Anne Marsh

            Tempted by the Pack (Blue Moon Brides #1)

by Anne Marsh

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Self/Indie

Release Date: October 26, 2012

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 36,000

Once in a blue moon…

For Rafer Breaux, life in the Louisiana Bayou is harsh, violent—and deeply sensual. The Cajun werewolf lives for his Pack and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his brothers safe. The longer a wolf lives without a mate, the harder it becomes for that wolf to shift back. To remember that he is a man—and not a monster. And those mates can only be found during a blue moon. When a blue moon finally rises, Rafer will need every weapon in his sensual arsenal to tempt one special woman into his arms and the heart of the Pack.

The Pack hunts for mates

Fighting to keep her family farm, Lark Andrews isn’t looking for love. Even if the very sexy Breaux brothers make her dream of hot bayou nights spent in their arms. When the blue moon leads Rafer to her door, however, Rafer has her rethinking her position on all work and no play. Now, the bayou nights are heating up as Rafer fights to convince her, one sensual touch at a time, to give love and passion a chance. But Rafer isn’t a one wolf deal. Is there room in Lark’s heart—and bed—for Rafer and his Pack?

One Delicious        

Excerpt

Her scent was delicious. That captivating fragrance had hidden beneath the tumultuous smells of the farmers’ market, so the wolf’s first breath carried only flowers and vegetables, the tangy bite of overripe produce and dirt. And then her.

His attraction was immediate and powerful. She smelled more than good; she smelled right. He moved closer, following the trail she had unknowingly left him. She crouched over a bucket of frilly pink flowers, the tough stems falling away beneath her blade, wet and earthy. One quick slash, a deft twist of her wrist, and she handed the newly shorn flowers to a customer. Her hands riveted him even as her scent intoxicated him.

He’d visited this farmers’ market many times before he’d grown weary of fighting his wolf and had concealed himself deep inside the bayou, where he could be both man and beast, safe from the enemies who hunted him. He’d never noticed this female on those visits. She was new. Wonderfully different, even though the market was the same sleepy slice of stands perched on the edge of the Louisiana bayou he remembered from his previous visits. The summer heat slowed her down, putting a sleepy glint in her eyes as she fanned herself, fighting the sensual prickle. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat despite the airy sundress she wore.

He liked that sundress. The skirt was all colorful patches, the hem stopping mid-thigh and putting her long, long legs on display for him. She’d kicked off her shoes and twisted her honey-blonde hair up on top of her head. Tendrils escaped, however, curling insistently in the heat. The flower tucked in her hair was a surprise, a bold, deep pink hibiscus that drew his eyes away from the thin straps crisscrossing her bare back and shoulders. The dress cupped her breasts, molding her the way he wanted to shape her with his hands.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she looked good enough to eat.

His mouth watered from her delicious scent. He wanted to drag his tongue over all her curves and folds until he discovered if her taste matched that scent.

An answering heat tore through his body, an unexpected arousal that lengthened his cock. Right now, he watched from the shadows, his wolf unseen, but staying there much longer was impossible. He was hunted, and the market had no room for the wild and the uncivilized—or for the dark animal side he kept trapped inside. When he inhaled, he knew who had recently had sex and which women were coming into their fertile times. Sex was a pulsing rhythm beneath the surface of their everyday transactions that none of them were aware of. But he was.

He didn’t know her name—his wolf had no use for names—but her scent covered the market. While he’d been hidden deep in the bayou, she’d come here, often enough to mark this place as her own. She smelled of sunlight, of honey and sage. Good things, although her scent whispered of arousal too, and the strength of her needing made him wonder if she could possibly be the one. There were dark shadows under her eyes. A blue-moon brides always  dreamt, sexy, erotic dreams that would wake her early and leave her sleepless and aching for a lover’s touch. She was aroused now, but he didn’t know if she enjoyed that sensual state. Maybe she ignored that side of her nature like so many of the fully human did, denying her body had desires.

He wasn’t human. And he needed.

If she was his blue-moon bride, she could ease his loneliness. He’d never again have to worry that one night he’d fail to shift back from wolf to man. Tomorrow night, when the blue moon rose over the bayou, he’d know for certain if this woman was the one. For now, though, he stalked her from the shadows, watching her engage with the market’s customers, laughing. Alive. Wonderfully human.

She represented famille and a future as something more than an animal. If she wasn’t the one, if he failed to find his bride, he could den with a local wolf and produce pups. Whether or not that litter would be human, he didn’t know. It wouldn’t matter. That kind of pairing couldn’t save him from the animal madness slowly consuming him—and his Pack.

Tomorrow night, when the blue moon rose, the wolf would hunt whomever the blue moon found—and that chosen mate would run.

Let her be the one.

Review

With every blue moon, the Cajun werewolf needs to find his mate or else he risks becoming less human and in Tempted by the Pack, Rafer is the alpha of the pack.  It is his job to find a mate either for himself or another one in his pack, but the woman  he finds in Lark has been hungry for so long that she lets herself be loved by more than one wolf.

I was very disappointed with Tempted by the Pack…because it was too short!

That being said, I love shifter stories although this one really didn’t have much shifting going on while they were in the throes of passion, there’s really nothing better than animal passion. 

We got to see a little of Lark’s animal side during the battle and when they were together, she let a little of the wolf out of her.  I really wish I got to see more of that.  I loved that she shared herself and wasn’t exclusive to just Rafer-what a name!-I’m glad that Dax got into the mix since he was essentially dying to mate.

I loved the chemistry between Rafer and Lark, the passion fairly lept off the page which was very exciting.  I can’t wait to continue on in this series with Pleasured By the Pack.

A little about the Author

Heated romance. Hot heroes. Happily ever after. Writing as Anne Marsh, I am known for deliciously sensual romance. My nationally best-selling shapeshifter romance, THE HUNT (Dorchester, October 2009) was a double finalist in Borders/RomCon’s 2010 Readers Crown contest. Dorchester released BOND WITH ME, a fallen angel romance set in Moscow in the near-future, digitally in September 2010 and in trade paperback in July 2011. BOND WITH ME was also a finalist in the 2011 Readers Crown contest. Kensington Brava released the follow-up book, HIS DARK BOND, in April 2012 and the book made bestseller lists at Barnes and Noble.






Fall 2012 saw the launch of my sexy contemporary romance series from Kensington Brava about smoke jumpers fighting fire and finding love in Northern California (BURNING UP, October 2012 and SLOW BURN, April 2013). BURNING UP was the featured book in a December 5th, 2011 Times magazine article on military heroes and romance novels. A spin-off series about hotshots starts in July 2013 and I’m also writing an erotic paranormal series about Cajun werewolves searching for their fated mates in the Louisiana Bayou (TEMPTED BY THE PACK, PLEASURED BY THE PACK).






I live in Northern California with my husband, two kids and four cats. After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, I escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, I enjoy gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with my kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” You can visit me online at www.anne-marsh.com.






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Virtual Tour Book Spotlight- Beguiling the Barrister by Wendy Soliman

Genre: Regency, Historical Romance

Heat Level: Mild

Publisher: Carina Press

Publishing Date: June 24th 2013

Series, #: The Forsters, Book 2

Format: Digital

Words: 71,000

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Book two of The Forsters.

England, 1814

Flick--more properly known as Lady Felicity Forster--was twelve when she decided she was going to marry her handsome neighbor Darius Grantley. Now, embarking on her second season, she's no nearer to that lofty ambition. She commits to making Darius fall in love with her, if only he'd take a break from pleading the case of the common criminal as a barrister at the Old Bailey.

Darius adores the lovely, high-spirited younger sister of the Marquess of Denby, but he's all too aware that Flick is far above him in social status, not to mention fortune. Winning the high-profile Cuthbert case will earn him a promised appointment to King's Counsel and just enough income to provide a home for his well-born lady.

But the cards are stacked against him. Not only do the newspapers trumpet his clients' guilt, but a powerful peer bribes the witnesses and threatens Flick unless Darius sabotages his own case...

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Thanks for inviting me here to chat about Beguiling the Barrister, the second in my series charting the fortunes of the Forster siblings.

England 1814. Flick- more properly known as Lady Felicity Forster - was twelve when she decided she was going to marry her handsome neighbour, Darius Grantley. Now, embarking on her second season, she's no nearer to achieving that ambition. Drastic action is called for if she's to make Darius fall in love with her.

Darius adores the lovely, high-spirited sister of the Marquess of Denby, but he's aware that Flick is far above him socially and he can't afford to keep her in the style to which she's accustomed. Winning the high-profile Cuthbert case being heard at the Old Bailey will earn him a promised appointment to King's Counsel and just enough income to prove a home for his well-born lady.

But the cards are stacked against Darius. Not only do the newspapers trumpet his clients' guilt, but a powerful peer bribes the witnesses and threatens Flick unless Darius sabotages his own case...

When Flick visits Darius at his chambers, he knows the time has come to put an end to his obsession with her. This is what happens:-

Darius looked into the eyes of the woman he’d loved for years, determined to put an end to his obsession with her once and for all. He couldn’t have her, had always known that in his heart, and it was time to drive her away with some cold, hard facts of life. He would survive and get on with his life. The poets would have it that it was possible to die from a broken heart, but Darius didn’t know of anyone who’d actually suffered that fate. He would be miserable for a while but was fairly sure he wouldn’t become the first man to support the poets’ cause.

“There is no one I would rather have in my life than you, Flick. Surely you realize that much by now?”

She gasped. “Actually, I had no idea!”

“But it’s hopeless.”

She opened her eyes very wide, clearly not understanding what ought to be obvious to an eight-year-old. “You would live in this hovel with me when I’m in town?”

She smiled radiantly. “As shacks go, it’s very cosy.”

He shot her a bemused look. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, it’s just something Beth and I were talking about earlier.”

Tension radiated through Darius. Flick still hadn’t caught on and so he needed to be cruel to be kind. Cruel to himself as well as to her.

“You might think you prefer me to all the swells who seek your attention, simply because you’re at liberty to bestow your affections wherever you wish. But I assure you the reality wouldn’t live up to your expectations, and your regard for me wouldn’t stand the test of time.”

“Darius, you can’t possibly know what—”

“Yes, I can.” He settled a resigned expression on her face. “This is how I live, Flick.” He curled his upper lip. “This is how it must be for me if I’m to follow my conscience.”

“Darius, you’re being ridiculous!” An ecstatic smile illuminated her beautiful face. She had never looked lovelier, which only served to emphasise the disappointment that drained his soul, ripping through him like a sabre. All the time he’d avoided this conversation there had been a glimmer of hope. He’d fooled himself with increasingly ridiculous possibilities, but that was all they were. Ridiculous. And it couldn’t go on. He had to kill that hope now and bring an end to their suffering. “My dowry is more than enough for us to—”

“Out of the question!” Realizing he was shouting, he moderated his tone. “I will not live off a woman’s wealth.”

She frowned. “Why not? Men marry for financial expediency all the time without even feeling any affection for their partners.” She tilted her head and regarded him from beneath a fringe of thick lashes, still looking disconcertingly confident in her ability to talk him round. “Do you feel nothing for me, Darius? Have I imagined it all? I really don’t think I have, but if you can convince me otherwise, this conversation will be at an end and we’ll never refer to it again.”

How hard could it be to be untruthful? It would be better for her—for them both—if he put an end to the indefinable something that had existed between them for as long as he could remember. It would also help if they weren’t having this conversation on the threshold of his bedroom. He should have thought of that before he brought her up here but, as always when in Flick’s company, the rational, methodical part of his brain appeared to be asleep.

“Flick, I—”

“What is it, Darius?” she asked when he couldn’t seem to get the words past the blockage in his throat. “Was there something you wished to say to me?”

Hell, why did she have to look at him with her heart reflected in her eyes? It was too much. He had spent days, months, years even, fighting the attraction he felt towards her. He was an expert at hiding his true feelings, but now, when he needed it the most, the ability to continue doing so abruptly deserted him.

With a strangled oath he pulled her into his arms. She came willing and her own arms slipped round his neck, her fingers burying themselves in his hair like she’d done it a thousand times before. At last the soft curves he’d spent so many sleepless nights imagining collided with the solid planes of his own body. She fit there perfectly, but then he’d always imagined she would.

His arms closed about her in a tight, protective embrace and he knew then that nothing on this earth would prevent him from kissing her. He would taste her sweet lips just once and then cast her from him forever. The brim of her bonnet got in the way, as though reminding him that this was total lunacy. Before he could use it as an excuse to come to his senses, she untied the ribbons and threw it carelessly aside.

Darius gave up the unequal struggle to be sensible. He’d been sensible his whole damned life and it had got him precisely nowhere. Flick was standing on her toes, smiling radiantly at him with her mouth, her eyes, her entire expression. Darius groaned, tightened his hold on her, dropped his head and claimed her lips in a deep, drugging kiss. His hands roamed the contours of her back as he forced her lips apart with the tip of his tongue. She leaned into him and a soft sigh somehow slipped past the lips he was busy kissing. Victory surged through him when she surrendered with such sweet innocence that it was obvious she’d never been kissed before. And nor would she be again.

At least not by him.

Thanks again for having me here.

Wendy

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A little about the Author

Wendy Soliman was brought up on the Isle of Wight in Southern England but now divides her time between Andorra and West Florida. She lives with her husband Andre and a rescued dog of indeterminate pedigree named Jake Bentley. 

The Isle of Wight is full of historic buildings, which is where she acquired her love of history, absorbing it like osmosis. She is the author of nine single-title Regency romances and is excited about her up-coming series charting the fortunes of the Forster dynasty. 

When not writing she enjoys reading other people’s books, walking miles with her dog whilst plotting her next scene, and is on a one-woman mission to save the wine industry from the economic slump. Well, someone’s got to do it! 

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Contact email: wendysoliman@rocketmail.com

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Book Spotlight Virtual Tour: Grand Slam by J.T. Cheyanne

OMG!  I am so excited to be participating in this tour!  For two reasons mainly:

1) I just love baseball!  It's so...All American,  And I miss reading books where the hero plays this sport.

2) Two guys!!  LOL

Grand Slam

by J.T. Cheyanne

Gay Erotic Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Laz & Lachi Publications, LLC

Release Date: April 20, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Length: 165 pages

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All of his life, Spencer Hightower dreamed of playing baseball in the Major Leagues. He survived growing up gay in rural Alabama due to his impressive skill on the baseball diamond. Now living in Rhode Island and playing for the AAA Pawtucket Red Sox, he's only a few steps away from his goal. 

Brock Kinkaid, CPA, faced each day with a smile that hid his deepest desire. He wanted to be a father. Unfortunately, the gay men he knew were not into the daddy scene. Resigned to being childless, he lavished his attention on his niece and nephew. When Corey won tickets to see the local baseball team in action, they suckered him into taking them despite the fact he loathed the game. Who would have guessed one home run ball would change everything?

Excerpt

Grabbing his courage by the horns, Brock grasped Spencer’s hips and urged the man to straddle him. Spencer came willingly, settling his weight across Brock’s lap, pressing down against his throbbing engorged shaft.

Brock needed skin, needed to feel the warmth beneath his palms. Frantically, he tugged Spencer’s shirt up. Spencer broke their kiss long enough for the material to slide over his head. Those plundering lips returned to Brock’s mouth before trailing across his jaw and feathering down over his throat. Brock’s head fell back against the sofa to give Spencer more access while under his palms, smooth firmly muscled thighs rippled as Spencer changed the angle of his approach. Brock explored the corded abs, tight pecs and broad shoulders before moving to trail his fingertips down Spencer’s bare back. The waistband of Spencer’s loose Levi’s stopped his exploration.

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A Little about the Author

After a lifetime of reading and at the suggestion of friends, J.T. finally put fingers to keys and started writing her own stories. It's been a wildly amazing ride full of tears, exhilaration and plain old hard work. Thankfully, her three beautiful children support her craziness and encourage her to continue something she loves. While they both have solo work, J.T. also writes with V.L. Moon and she thrives on the work they do together. What a small world it is indeed Mr. Disney when a small town girl from Alabama can find and write with a big city girl from England. What a ride it has been and continues to be!

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Author Spotlight + Giveaway with Amy Ruttan featuring Private Release

Title: Private Release

Genre: Paranormal/shifter Erotic Romance

Flame rating: Scorching

Released: 6/7/2013

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Word count: 30K

Jared Stevens hasn't been the same since he was shot. His duty is to marry a Mukswa woman and be a strong leader. He lets the elders of his clan choose his bride, because the woman he wants is only in his fantasies, the only woman who brings him to exquisite release.
Adele Banks loved being a Mountie, but one shot ended her career and altered her world forever. Adele is determined to make a life for herself. She's hired to recover Beare Enterprises embezzled funds, but what she didn't count on is being extremely attracted to her client when meeting him for the first time as he's naked in his shower.
Adele is Jared's mystery woman, but she's taboo. He bonds to her, but has to keep his society secret, as much as he wants to mark her as his own.
As Jared fights his own inner beast, remnants of the prior chief's wrath is affecting the clan and Adele. To save Adele's life, Jared may just have to betray his clan's secret and risk his heart.

                    Excerpt

The scent of the mystery woman was stronger and instinctively he knew the only way he could release was to thrust his cock into her tight pussy.

Only she was just a figment of his imagination. She wasn’t real.

“Fuck,” he roared and then slammed his fist against the frosted glass doors in frustration, shattering it. Blood gushed from his hand. He stepped over the broken glass and blindly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his hand to staunch the flow of blood. As he tied it off there was a gasp of surprise and the voice was distinctly female, it was followed by shuffling and the thud of the door closing.

Jared’s head snapped up. The scent of that woman he’d been dreaming of was heavy in the air. Like his figment had materialized. It was clinging to the tendrils of steam from his shower.

He turned off the water and headed straight for the bathroom door, leaving a trail of water behind him. All he could do was follow the enticing scent of that intoxicating perfume.

Jared flung open the door. He was pissed someone had invaded his privacy, but he had to know where that smell came from. The perfume that drove his inner beast. “What in the name of…?” He lost track of what he was going to say when he caught sight of the beautiful human female bracing herself against the elevator doors.

It was the woman he had pictured countless times, only more in focus.

His instincts told him—screamed at him—that this was her.

Her scent carried her fear and he could see her pulse point pounding at the base of her throat. Her dark eyes were wide, her pink lips formed a perfect O of shock and his bear growled inside like thunder rolling, loud and clear.

This was the female his inner bear wanted, this human.

Human?

Jared took a step back. She was human. He couldn’t have her as a mate. His mate was chosen. The chief had to have someone pure blooded.

The bear growled again, displeased.

He wanted her.

Jared wanted her.

Red bloomed in her cheeks and she looked askance at him. Jared realized he was stark naked, with a hard-on, in front of a total stranger.

“I’m so…sorry. I thought…I thought it was a closet.” She was quaking.

Confused, Jared realized he was standing on her coat, which was now soaking wet. He noticed two crutches scattered on the floor leading to her and it dawned on him she wasn’t shaking from fright, she physically couldn’t support herself.

Not thinking about his nudity he rushed forward and caught her in his arms as her knees buckled from under her.

“Fuck,” she cursed as she clung to him. Her head plastered against his chest, his face was nestled in her dark hair, which smelled like green tea. Exactly like the woman from his dream. “Fuck. Dammit all to hell.”

She had quite the potty mouth on her.

“Are you all right?” He managed to ask, but still held her close against his body.

“Just embarrassed.” She pushed against his chest feebly. Jared helped her stand, but still held her up.

“What do you need?”

“My crutches.” Her cheeks were still pink and she wouldn’t look him in the eye. The poor thing was humiliated beyond all recompense and he didn’t know why, until he remembered he was still stark naked.

“I apologize for my lack of attire,” he offered, but he wasn’t that sorry. The inner beast in him was positively purring, begging to strip her down to nothing and make up for this indiscretion in other ways. He scooped her up and carried across the room to his overstuffed armchair and set her down. Then he turned and retrieved her crutches. She took them and held onto them, but still wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Can I do anything else for you?” Jared asked.

“You could put on some clothes.” A smile quirked the corner of her luscious, pink, full lips.

A little about the author

Born and raised on the outskirts of Toronto, Ontario Amy fled the big city to settle down with the country boy of her dreams. When she's not furiously typing away at her computer, she's a mom to three wonderful children, who have given her another job as a taxi driver.
A voracious reader, she was given her first romance novel by her grandmother who shared her penchant for a hot romance. From that moment, Amy was hooked by the magical worlds, handsome heroes and sigh worthy romances contained in the pages and she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up.
Life got in the way, and after the birth of her second child, she decided to pursue her dream of becoming a romance author.

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Book Spotlight: The Prelude by KaSonndra Leigh

The Prelude

KaSonndra Leigh

March 31, 2013

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A New Adult Contemporary Romance

After finishing design school six months ago, Erin Angelo left her tragic past behind in the States and started a new life in Milan, Italy. Burying the grief, silencing her demons, and living a life without any real attachments has worked well for her so far. But when Erin secures her first real job as a budding clothing designer, her controlled world is shaken to its core by the mysteriously sexy director of the local symphony.

Alek Dostov is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. He’s successful, hot, the son of a millionaire, and women all over the world flock to see one of his performances. For Alek, Erin represents the ultimate challenge: sexy, smart, and unaffected by his charms…or so she thinks. Just like Erin, Alek avoids attachments that leave him emotionally vulnerable. But unlike Erin, his pursuit of all things pleasurable is ruthless.

Knowing how wary they both are concerning any kind of committed relationship, Alek finds a way to pursue Erin, satisfying the intense attraction between them without sacrificing the freedom they both enjoy. Sometimes the deepest passion brings out the darkest emotions. And Erin finds herself completely unprepared for the forbidden world of the young maestro and his truths and even his secrets, as she struggles to deal with her own.

Music, passion, betrayal and forbidden love spun together in one of the most romantic cities in the world.

Excerpt  

Erin Gets Her Happy Dance On…

I’m walking in a daze.

I think I’m going to pass out. Whoa! What just happened out there? The most gorgeous, successful, beautifully arrogant man ever just kissed my hand. My best friend, Selene is going to hate me for being so lucky. I can’t wait to tell her.

“Alright, chill out, Cinderella.” I walk through my door and let all the pretense, aka Miss Control USA, go flying out the window. I hop right up in the middle of my living room floor and start doing my hot damn dance.

So, yeah, Alek’s statement about the prelude freaked me out for a second. The word reminded me of something Jada used to say. His line was just the tiniest bit corny, too. But I meant what I said when I told him I thought his words were cute. He can say anything with that accent and get away with it.
I glance at my watch. 10p.m. It’s too early to call Selene. She works as a bartender in Florence. Sometimes her nights don’t end until around 2am.

I sniff the contract Alek gave me. His scent still lingers on the paper, reminding me of the day I first experienced the scent of his cologne. That was the day I fell on my butt, and he offered me his jacket to cover my body. He’s a true gentleman. Well, maybe a little.

So what if the gesture came after I had bolted for the door because he was looking me up and down at first. I feel myself forgiving his neglect to inform me of his true identity. He’s yet to explain himself. I consider agreeing to meet him for dinner just so he can tell me why he led me to believe he was an assistant.
I shower and throw on my Betty Boop sleeping shirt, a pair of booties, and then try to bring my racing thoughts back under control. Heading to my bedroom, I lie down on the bed and pull out a romance novel Selene let me borrow.

She thinks I’m destined to become either a nun or a homicidal maniac. Her reasoning being that no normal person goes without sex as long as I have done. Selene’s boyfriend and my old design lab partner from school, Christopher, even chimed in to help drill the thought into me one day when the two of them visited. I study the book in my hands.

This just doesn’t seem right. Erin Angelo is pulling out a romance novel and actually considering reading it. Now I know something’s wrong with me.

A little about the Author

Author of the Lost Immortals Saga and the Path Seekers Series. I’m also a mother, blogger, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. I believe in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring my favorite show ever back.

Strange things about me: Everything. I am weird, odd, unusual, and generally tend to make people think I swooped down from another planet. I don’t know. Maybe I did. Who knows? I’m also a member of the #zombiesurvivalcrew on twitter. So if you need protection from the upcoming apocalypse, don’t hesitate to call on us.

I was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when I’m not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals). Most of my characters are based on people that I’ve met throughout my travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with me as if I’ve known them my entire life. Does this freak me out? Not really. My mom says that one day I’ll get kidnapped by one of them. I told her that if it weren’t for these lovely people then I wouldn’t be able to create the stories that I do.

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Review: True by Erin McCarthy

True

Erin McCarthy

Penguin Publishing

May 7, 2013

When Rory Macintosh’s roommates find out that their studious and shy friend has never been with a guy, they decide that, as an act of kindness they’ll help her lose her virginity by hiring confident, tattooed bad boy Tyler Mann to do the job…unbeknownst to Rory.

Tyler knows he’s not good enough for Rory. She’s smart, doctor smart, while he’s barely scraping by at his EMT program, hoping to pull his younger brothers out of the hell their druggy mother has left them in. But he can’t resist taking up her roommates on an opportunity to get to know her better. There’s something about her honesty that keeps him coming back when he knows he shouldn’t…

Torn between common sense and desire, the two find themselves caught up in a passionate relationship. But when Tyler’s broken family threatens to destroy his future, and hers, Rory will need to decide whether to cut her ties to his risky world or follow her heart, no matter what the cost…

                    In the past I was a closeted reader, which is to say I mainly read mainstream historical and contemporaries. I have been branching out into different genres and find that I am loving being so open minded.  This year has me reading a new genre; not only to me but to the world.  New Adult.  And within this genre is Erin McCarthy, the authoress of the oh so hot and oh so talented NASCAR boys-Fast Track Series-, not one of which is Nolan Ford who is my personal fave.

        Excuse me while I swipe the drool hanging off my lip.

        Anyway, where was I?

        Oh yes, we were talking about Erin McCarthy’s latest in her New Adult venture entitled True-which is by the way an acronym-the story of good girl Rory McIntosh and bad boy Tyler Mann.

       Don’t we just absolutely love these good girl turns bad boy into a good boy kinds of stories?  I know I just can’t get enough of them.

          I loved the secondary characters so much, probably more than Rory and Tyler!  There aren’t enough romantic fiction books out there with loveable but mentally handicapped characters, and Tyler’s oldest brother who holds the family together just about took my attention away from Tyler as well.  I love a man who protects his own, not that Tyler can’t of course but I seem to like my men older.

     Anyway, while True was a very good addition to the New Adult genre and I would recommend reading it wholeheartedly; I wasn’t blown away with the relationship.  I guess I’m used to a little more sexual chemistry/tension coming off the page.  For me, that really is one of the most important elements I need to stay addicted to a series/author/book.

                Still, I can’t wait to read more from McCarthy.  I have been addicted to her since You Don’t know Jack.

Bad Boys Giveaway Hop

                     Thanks to Herding cats & burning soup, Blue Remy, and Rantings of a Reading Addict for putting this hop together.
                   Tyler Mann from True, Gideon Cross from the Crossfire series, Travis Maddox from the Disaster series, and we can never forget Arturo Mazza from the vamp City books! We all love 'em!  And now, here is your chance to win one of them for your very self.  As well as my giveaway, there are countless other bad boys just waiting to be won!  So hop on over and start winning!!

Now I know NASCAR is full of hot boys, but could Nolan Ford be a bad boy in disguise? Or just playing a bad boy for Eve Monroe?  Jacked Up is the 6th title in the Fast Track series from Erin McCarthy but definitely not the last.  There's nothing but praise for this series full of action, and very hot romance, so I would suggest you buckle up for the ride.

She's holding tight. He's hanging loose.

Eve Monroe is a stock-car PR pro who puts her career first--until an on-track wardrobe malfunction reveals more than the sexy smile of jackman Nolan Ford. The video's become an internet sensation, and it's Eve's job to calm the sponsors and put a spin on the unexpected exposure.

And they both have the same drive.

It may be a public relations job, but now that Eve's seen what's under Nolan's crew suit, it's gotten personal. After a few dates she has Nolan pretty revved up. If only she'd learn to relax and enjoy it. Nolan's sure that the spontaneous birthday bash he's throwing for Eve in Las Vegas should loosen her up. Somewhere between cocktails and a smoking-hot motel-room derby, it does more than that. Now Eve's wrestling with feelings she never expected, as everything about her personal jackman gets harder than she ever imagined.

or you can pick.......

An elite fighting force like the world has never seen...

Scouring the darkest corners of the Highlands and Western Isles, Robert the Bruce handpicks ten warriors to help him in his quest to free Scotland from English rule. They are the best of the best, chosen for their superior skills in each discipline of warfare. To lead his secret Highland Guard, Bruce chooses the greatest warrior of all.

The ultimate Highland warlord and a swordsman without equal, Tor MacLeod has no intention of being drawn into Scotland’s war. Dedicated to his clan, the fiercely independent chief answers to no one—especially not his alluring new bride, bartered to him in a bid to secure his agreement to command the deadliest fighting force the world has ever seen. The treacherous chit who made her way to his bed may have won his hand, but she will never claim his heart.

Although her husband’s reputation is as fierce as his manner, Christina Fraser believes something softer hides beneath his brutal shell. But the only warmth she feels is in their bed, in the glorious moments of white-hot desire that disappear with the dawn. When Christina’s reckless bid to win her husband’s love goes awry and thrusts them into danger on the eve of war against England, Tor will face his ultimate battle: to save his wife and open his heart—before it’s too late.






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