Reviewing the Black Hills Wolves #20 – Infiltrating Her Pack by Dominique Eastwick


Infiltrating Her Pack
Black Hills Wolves #29
Dominique Eastwick



The mysterious and intimidating lone wolf, Z, has returned to Los Lobos. Descended from a long line of gifted yet secretive shifters known as Infiltrators, his people are the spies of the shifting world, rarely seen and harder to track.

Ripley Greystone has a big problem—her pack is Alpha-less and a local coyote band knows it. The safety of her pack rides on trusting Drew, the new Alpha of the Black Hills Wolves. But, admitting the reason for needing his help isn’t something she’s quite ready to do.

Drew senses there’s more to Ripley’s request to join his pack than what she leads him to believe. There’s only one way to know for sure—send an Infiltrator to spy on Ripley and her pack.

Forced to infiltrate her pack to discover the its hidden secrets and protect it from the coyotes determined to claim the she-wolves for themselves, Z finds more than he expects—all the while fighting the need to claim Ripley as his mate.


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Z is an infiltrator, meaning he tests the security of a pack’s boundaries to assess the ease of intrusion. He also evaluates the scouts and other wolves as to their attentiveness and reports to the Alpha. He gives Drew a better rating than the first time but advises of things to improve on. Other than that Drew has a task for him. Find out about one Ripley Greystone and her pack, they are asking for an alliance but there is too much information lacking for an informed decision. Even Z’s pack has no information on this pack.Ripley’s pack has a successful Rafting Business as such Z books an overnight trip. When he arrives he meets Ripley and realizes she is his true mate. She in turn feels the attraction but he smells human. Everything he brought with him is brand new with no other scent. Her wariness about this newcomer has her following the rafting trip.

Everything changes for her when they discover coyote tracks near the campsite and she finds out that contrary to what her father had taught her coyotes could swim. Her fear becomes real when her omega Will the cook at the campsite doesn’t arrive as expected at the base. This is where everything gets very interesting, this is a favorite scene.

The ten minutes it took to get to the boat seemed closer to ten hours. Neither she nor Zames bothered with life vests. As they came within view of the camp landing, the motorboat Will would need to use to get out of camp sat there as a bad omen, and coolers lay open on the sandy ground nearby. Zames jumped out, yanking the boat in and putting a finger to his lips. The trail to the camp showed no signs of life. That alone told her what she dreaded.He moved ahead of Ripley with the stealth precision of a Navy SEAL. If only he were wolf, he would make a perfect mate, perhaps even an Alpha.

Her skin crawled at the high-pitched shouts and woots of men in the distance. As she and Zames rounded the bend, the coyotes came into view. One of them kicked something, or someone, near the campfire.

“Stop it,” she yelled, unable to stay put as they attacked what had to be Will. Running into the open, she paused. Five of the coyote-clan baddies stared back at her.

“You got here quicker than expected, Miss Ripley,” one the men said, thankfully downwind from her because she could almost see the stink coming off him.

As two of them stepped toward her, Zames pushed her behind him, making sure he stood between her and them. “You take one step closer to my mate, and I will tear each of you limb from limb.”

Mate? Did he say mate?

The largest of the group stepped forward, sniffed the air, and laughed. “What do you plan to do, human? Call 911?”

One second, the handsome human protector stood before her, and a blink of an eye later, a large black wolf replaced him, growling, its teeth bared. It happened so fast Ripley still searched for Zames beside her. Impossible. No wolf shifted that quickly or easily. The world around her spun, and her stomach lurched.

The coyotes had taken a few steps forward then just as quickly turned tail and ran.
Eastwick, Dominique. Infiltrating Her Pack (Black Hills Wolves Book 20) (Kindle Locations 598-617). Decadent Publishing. Kindle Edition.

From here it just gets better and better. A truly intense mating, and another talk with Drew. A wonderful addition to the Black Hills Wolves series. I hope we get to see more of these wolves in future books.

5 Contented Purrs for Dominique!


Dominique Eastwick

Award Winning Author, Dominique Eastwick grew up a US Navy Brat, so if there was a Naval base that was probably home. She currently resides in North Carolina with her husband, two children, crazy lab and lazy cat.

Dominique’s love of reading started when she was told to read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD in high school. A book that opened her eyes to the joys of reading and entering into the world of the author. To this day she ranks this book as her favorite.

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My Review of More Than Words by Susan Child

More Than Words
More Than Book 2
Susan Child



It was just fun & games… until it got serious.

There are reasons you’re not meant to fall in love with your best friend. The big one would be watching as he introduces you to a skinny blonde. A week away to drown my misery—with lots of wine—seemed like a good idea. Well, that was until my infatuation showed up. That one steamy encounter changed everything.

There’s a reason you’re not meant to sleep with your best friend. Because once you do, nothing will ever be the same again.


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I have to say I got a bit confused in the beginning of this book mainly because she was hot and it was 50 degrees then I realized she meant Celsius, I would have liked to know where I was other than in someone’s bedroom.

I didn’t even know the girl’s name until she was having lunch with Brett her best friend. Him I knew because of the fantasy scene right at the start.

Sam was meeting her best friend Brett for lunch and she was finally going to tell him she was in love with him. What she didn’t expect was for his new girlfriend Lauren to show up a girlfriend she knew nothing about. This of course right after she reveals that fact.

Fleeing she throws her stuff together and leaves for her vacation in Hunter. In her state of mind she ends up speeding and gets a ticket, the officer was far more kind than any I’ve ever run across. Tissues? Really? Follow-up call a couple of days later, seemed a bit unethical to me. Although I kind of wish she’d taken him up on his dinner offer.

I did like that Brett sought her out, the sex was very hot, but the events that followed left me cold. There was too much that didn’t feel real to me so I can’t even say I have a favorite scene.

I needed more background, like where we are, what does Brett do for a living that he had to leave her without waking her up and most disturbing why didn’t he use a condom?

2.5 Purrs for Susan.


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Susan Child    Susan Child

When Susan was in high school, she never really liked to read, but when she was a child she did. Go figure. It wasn’t until after she graduated that she caught the reading bug. Susan had to go to a book store to sell off her text books and a particular book caught her eye. This book stood out from the other second-hand books because it had a pink cover. It was only a couple of dollars, so she thought, “Why not?” But she couldn’t quite bring herself to read her bargain book. It had a pink cover! Then, after it tormented her for three weeks, she finally picked it up and… could not put it down. Susan finished it in two days! After Google-ing the author and found that she’d written a heap of books for Harlequin Mills & Boon as well as Single Titles. So of course Susan had to buy all her other books! And when she realised that there were other Mills & Boon authors out there, she just had to search out their books, too. And she loved them! Susan got a ton of inspiration from those books. But the most important thing she realized was that she wanted to write those books, too. She wanted to be a Paranormal author! Because let’s face it, who doesn’t like things that go bump in the night?

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My Review of Lisa Renee Jones’ Inside Out: Behind Closed Doors

Vegas. A bet. A sexy, alpha millionaire. Blackmail. Danger and scorching passion. 


Behind Closed Doors
Inside Out/Careless Whispers
Lisa Renee Jones



This book is a full length standalone novel that intertwines with both the Inside Out and Careless Whisper Series.

Desperate to pay for law school, Skye tries her hand at auction hunting with her friend Ella, only to find a poker chip and a note leading to an offsite locker. The next thing she knows, Jason “Red Bull” Wise–a famous, millionaire poker player–is at her door, accusing her of blackmail. Innocent, she swears he’s wrong. He rolls the dice and believes her, impulsively inviting her along to Las Vegas. And remarkably, cautious Skye takes a risk, finding herself seduced by this dangerously alluring man, on his private jet, and finally living life to the fullest. But there is more than passion waiting for Skye and Jason in Vegas when blackmail takes a deadly turn.


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I think this is the first one of  Lisa’s books I’ve read that is not a cliffhanger and I loved it!If you’ve read the Inside out series you’ll remember Ella she’s the one with the storage unit that leads us into that series. This book starts with the day the unit was purchased. Ella bought one unit and bid on one for her friend Skye.

Skye wasn’t exactly happy since the unit she got doesn’t contain much that she can see. Well except for a key to a bus station locker. What she finds there is a clue to something much larger than she could imagine.

The purchase of the locker leads profession poker player Jason “Red Bull” Wise to her door, much to the delight of her nosy neighbor. A favorite scene is as he is trying to convince Skye he really is being blackmailed. However, he has an obligation to fulfil and he doesn’t want her out of his sight.

“Until you know me and hear my story and believe it and me. That means spending time with me.”“No. I mean yes, but that doesn’t require I go to Vegas with you.”
“The sooner you get to know me, the sooner this is handled for both of us.”Why am I not saying no? “This is crazy.”“And sometimes crazy is exactly right.” And insane. And dangerous.

And . . . insane. So why am I even considering it?

“You want a reason to trust me,” he says. “I want to give you one. Or ten or twenty.”

“I promise you, I won’t hand the unit to the police or Stephanie or—”
“Damn it. No.” His fingers flex in my arms. “That’s not why I’m asking you to come with me. I could just have a private investigator watch you.”

“But that wouldn’t stop me from calling the police. And despite my telling you I won’t, you don’t know me any more than I know you.”

He doesn’t deny my statement. “Come with me to Vegas. Hear my whole story and then decide what to do.”

“In bed,” I say skeptically.

He releases me and steps back.

“I’ll get you your own room.”

I laugh at that. “Oh, please. Let’s not pretend you’re going to save my nonexistent virtue. Just be honest with me.”

“I’m being as honest as time allows.” He glances at his watch. “It’s eleven o’clock. I have to be at a table at five o’clock. It’s a television show that I’m contracted for, and I have to be there on time. Come with me.”

“I don’t have a plane reservation. You don’t have time to deal with that.”

“I chartered a private jet.”

“If that means small with propellers, I’m out.”

“No propellers. It’s a jet plane and a smooth ride.” He arches a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of flying.”

“I am afraid of flying.”

He steps to me again, those really amazing hands of his settling back on my arms. “I’ll keep your mind off the flight.” He softens his voice and says again, “Come with me. You can decide on the room when we get there.” “When do you get back?”

“When do you need to be back?”

“I didn’t say I was going.”

“When do you need to be back?” he presses.

“Tomorrow night.”

“Then we’ll come back tomorrow night.” He cups my face. “Look, Skye. What do you have to lose? Tell Molly next door you’re going with me. She’ll blab to everyone, and you know that will make you safe.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” It’s the truth. I just don’t know if that makes me right or stupid— but he’s given me insurance by suggesting Molly. That matters.

He kisses me, hard and fast, and settles his hand on my waist. “Say yes, and then go pack.”

Life is short and I’m barely living it, while he fears his life may soon end. If I can stop that from happening, I have to do that. My decision is made; I’m going to gamble for the second time in two days. “Yes. I’ll go with you.”
Jones, Lisa Renee. Inside Out: Behind Closed Doors (Kindle Locations 952-979). Pocket Star. Kindle Edition.

From here not only does romance blossom but also a suspenseful tale of greed. I couldn’t put this one down till I turned that last page.

We also see more of Ella and learn things that make me lust for the next Careless Whispers book.

5 Contented Purrs for Lisa!


~New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author ~

LisaReneeJones Lisa Renee Jones

Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, which is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.

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Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her on her website and she is active on twitter and facebook daily.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt and My Review for Magic and Mayhem: The Witch Singer by Heather Long

THE WITCH SINGER by Heather Long



Magic and Mayhem: The Witch Singer
Witches of Mane Street Book 1
Heather Long



Curses. Vampires. Skunks. The life of a Witch Singer shouldn’t be this complicated.

After years spent paying off an old debt by working for the vampires, Bridget the Witch Singer receives the opportunity of the lifetime. Solve one vampire’s oops—he turned the wrong person—and she’s a free witch. Desperate to win her freedom, she heads to Assjacket to find the solution to the vampire’s problem and everything goes wrong along the way, including a flat tire, getting sprayed by a skunk and the road trip from hell.

Unfortunately, Martin is no ordinary skunk and his spray is a nervous tick. She does her best to save the beast when her scream accidentally wounds him and springs him from his curse. Good news for Martin, not so good for Bridget who can’t get rid of him. Once in Assjacket, she’s tasked by the BabaYoMama to unite at least two couples and sing at their weddings in order to gain the cure she needs for her freedom.

No problem, right?




What happens when you are a captive witch and are made an offer you can’t refuse? You get a delightful tale of magic and mayhem.

Bridget has been a captive of the Vampires for many years paying off a debt she incurred by not controlling her magic. She can earn her freedom by finding a way to reverse a turning that should never have happened to begin with. Failure is not an option, so she begins her journey to find the one witch who could help her Baba Yaga whom she “affectionately” calls BabaYoMama.

Let me say this was so much fun to read. Bridget must sing her curses and some of them are hysterical. Talk about switching lyrics. Of course no journey is without it’s trials and tribulations. For Bridget it is a skunk…well a human cursed into a skunk named Martin. He needs to get to Assjacket too so he begs a ride. One of the bumps in the road is a flat tire, this is a favorite scene.

Panic-fueled adrenaline surged through me as we came to an abrupt halt. Shaking, I glanced at my passenger who had flattened himself against the seat, tail straight up and eyes wide as he looked over his shoulder at me.

“Don’t you dare.” But it was too late. He sprayed me.

And my mouth was open, dammit.

Choking, gagging, and spitting out the foul taste, I managed to get the car into park. Then I did the utterly mature thing— I beat my hands against the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry,” Martin sounded genuinely contrite. “It’s a nervous habit.”

Hardly mollified by his words or his intentions, I kept pounding my hands on the steering wheel. Tears seemed to gush from my eyes and turned the world into a wavering mess. I couldn’t breathe without smelling the acrid odor. It was everywhere. On me. On my clothes. On my car!

“Witchy-poo?” The skunk in question crept toward me. His soft, doe-eyes swam in my gaze. I could barely make out his white capped and striped black body. The tail, at least, was down, or I think it was. It didn’t really matter.

I’d spent years stuck in service to vamps because I said one wrong damn word. Then of course, there was the bill I ran up trying to escape that racket. Then the bill I ran up when I realized they weren’t going to let me go. That was neither here nor there. I had a chance. A chance to fix Nasty-Face’s stupid mistake— not that I thought one single solution actually existed in the universe, but I’d take what I could get.

All I had to do was get to fucking Assjacket. I slammed my palm on the steering wheel once for every word in that sentence. Martin touched me with a paw, and it served as a tipping point for every damn thing that had gone wrong in my life since open bar karaoke.

I screamed.
Long, Heather. Magic and Mayhem: The Witch Singer (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Witches of Mane Street Book 1) (Kindle Locations 371-385). Kindle Worlds. Kindle Edition.

There are lots of surprises along the way and even more once they reach their destination.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

I loved every second of this book and I can’t wait for the next one. Since it appears Heather is making this a series for this Kindle World.



You know how, when you’re young, you dream of how your life will go? Sometimes, the crap you watch on TV influences you. You always think they have it better—I mean, who wouldn’t want to be an invulnerable superhero who makes it at the last minute and saves the day? If you were a superhero, did it really matter if you were vulnerable to a bit of meteor rock? The last time I was afraid of a rock collection was, like, never. Too bad I hadn’t been born on another planet then jettisoned to Earth when my planet was destroyed. No matter how ridiculous, I had dreams. Big dreams. I always thought I would be a star. If not of the stage or screen, then at least at every backwater pub, club, and high school dance where someone let me hold a microphone. Hecate knows, I’m a damn karaoke expert.

But nope. No, I have a problem. A wicked temper, salted by way too much sarcasm. I got up on a stage and strutted my stuff. Okay, I was drunk, and it was a dare, but how was I supposed to know that half the audience in that club that night was there ashors d’oeuvres for the local vampire enclave? Did they have a sign out front? No. No, they did not. So there I was, doing my best Sandra Dee impression and rocking out to Summer Lovin’ with this really good looking guy when some jackass in the audience boos us.


Okay, he got up, turned around and farted in tune to the song. Not just offensive, but really profane. It really threw me off my game, so much so that when we got to the part about the true love vow, I said cow. My gift, it’s got some serious kick, and all the mortals in the place—including Mr. Farts-A-Long—were moo-ved along.

Yep, I said moo-ved, ‘cause I crack myself up.

Anyway, long story short, the vampires in the bar were pissed. Beyond pissed. Like metric-nuclear-to-the-max-you-wouldn’t-like-me-when-I’m-angry furious. Fortunately, or maybe not so fortunately, they saw me as asset to be co-opted rather than feasted upon. Of course, it could also have something to do with the fact that the potent herbal teas I drink to protect my very valuable throat also makes my blood taste like ass. Or so I’ve heard.

For the last few years, I’ve been the local enclave’s version of a jukebox. They want jazz? Well, I’m their girl. They want blues? Yep, there I am. Bubblegum rock? Just crank Bridget up and press play.

It’s so effing boring. I got hauled across town in the dead of night, while in my pajamas, my hair is standing straight up—not to mention I lost one of my favorite slippers when Goon One and Goon Two hustled me into the car. If only I didn’t have to wear the stupid choker. If my voice went even a fraction of a decibel above normal conversation, it zapped me.

I tested it once. My hair didn’t comb straight for a week. Not even with product and a flat iron. Again, I digress, the point being… if I could have shattered the vampires’ eardrums, I would have but nope. I ended up standing in the too-plush living room of one Alistair Hethrington Nasty-Face.

Yes, I know. It wasn’t his real name. “Good morning, Mr. Nasty-Face, what can I do for you today?” Keeping them on their toes required a lot more coffee than they’d provided. “Please tell me you want me to take off the collar so I can sing you a lullaby to permanent sleep?”

“Sit down. Shut up. Listen.” Awww, he was in a foul mood.

“Did Mr. Nasty-Face not get a good day’s sleep?” Flopping onto the sofa, I folded my arms and put my feet on his really nice table. Since I was missing a slipper, I’d likely leave a mark on the wood.

“Bridget…” He growled my name. It was pretty sexy, if one discounted his rather disgusting penchant for feeding on blood, his need for dominance, and the overwhelming arrogance in his silk black power suit. “We have an issue.”

“Didn’t do it.” Holding my hand up, palm forward in a show of surrender, I did my best to keep my expression empty of doubt or at least not sneering. “I’ve been home all night. Bridezillas marathon.” Awesome cat fights, too. The whole brides turning into monsters the closer their wedding day came served as a fervent reminder what a crapfest love could be.

Mr. Nasty-Face sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m shocked no one has ripped your throat out yet…or at least your tongue.”

“Pity I need both to do your dirty work, isn’t it?” Mom used to accuse me of being too confident. On the one hand, I suppose I see her point. I mean why else would I have let the word ‘cow’ slip into my lyrics? I knew what would happen. Then again, the vampires didn’t kill me and, while working for them sucked, it certainly beat the alternative.

Most of the time.

With a baleful look, he stared at me. He might as well have had “shut up” stamped on his forehead or maybe he wanted to stamp it on mine. Either way, I mimed zipping my lips closed then waited.

I wasn’t going to give him long, a fact he seemed to grasp. “I have a job for you, a difficult task to which I believe you are uniquely qualified.”

“Peachy.” I flashed him a view of my pearly whites. Then stopped. I hadn’t actually had a chance to brush my teeth before they dragged me to his house. “What’s the job?”

“Always straight to the point with you.” The vampire sighed then cut his hand through the air. “Fine. I don’t care. Here’s the task. Montague turned a succubus.”

“The fuck you say.” Thank Hecate I didn’t have coffee in hand. I might have choked on it. “You can’t turn other species.”

“Not typically, no.” Mr. Nasty-Face strode across the room, retrieved a file then carried it to me and dropped it on the coffee table. The folder opened to a photograph of a very messy bedroom. Blood stained the sheets, the walls, and something dark and sticky seemed splashed liberally over the carpet. At no point in my existence did I possess a desire to be a crime scene tech or in any way attached to a crime scene.

“Gross.” I flipped the folder closed. Clearing my throat, I gave myself a minute so I didn’t hurl. “How does a nasty photograph tell you a vampire turned a succubus?”

Hands curling into fists, Nasty-Face stalked away to the bar and poured himself a drink. The agitation within him made for short, jerky motions. He slammed the crystal decanter down with enough force, I thought it might shatter. The amber liquid sloshed out of the glass onto the cherry wood counter, but he ignored it.

“Oh…dude.” Real shock rippled through me. “You did it.”

He held up a finger. “Not another word, never repeat that sentence outside of this room. Understood?”

Laughter bubbled up, and I pressed two fingers to my lips to keep it from escaping. As funny as the whole situation might be, Master Nasty-Ass was in a mood. Clearing my throat again, I fought for some semblance of control. “How can I help?”

“And delivered so nicely, too.” Nope, my attitude didn’t fool him a bit. Hey, at least I tried. “I need a solution to the problem. You will reach out to other witches and to Baba Yaga and find out how to reverse the transformation.”

Oh. Was that all? “Really? You just want me to track down the biggest, baddest witch and ask her how to undo something impossible?”

“If anyone knows what to do, it would be the witches. You will find the answer to my problem, and you will fix it.”

“Sounds like you have it all thought out, so forgive me if I’m stepping on your toes, but I see a couple of small problems with that plan.” At his baleful glance, I spread my hands wide. “I’m bound to your enclave, can’t travel out of the state. And, the last I checked, Baba Yaga isn’t a big fan of Texas.”

“That’s an inconvenience, not a problem. The collar will come off for the trip.”

“Dude. Seriously?” He had my attention now. How to play this? How to spin it so it worked for me?

“Yes. I am aware you will need access to your magic.” As if the fact he said the words were all that was needed, the locks on the collar began to turn. I could feel the click clack of it all. “I also know how that brain of yours works. Once the collar is off, all bargains and bets are in the air. I know you, Bridget. You’ll do what’s best for you which means running as far from here as you can.”

No lie. The vampire did know me well. “I bet you’re going to make it worth my while.”

“I will cover all your remaining debts to the enclave.” That was a hefty price tag. “I will certify your freedom from obligation and give you the collar back once the task is complete.”

Give me the collar? The last lock spun slowly, but halted before it was complete. One more lock off and my voice was my own again. As would be my magic and the ability to go anywhere I wanted. “What’s the catch?” I’d been around vampires too long not to look for the secret out they worked into their deals.

“If you fail to complete your task or if you decide to ditch and run, I still have the collar and an entire host of bounty hunters to come after you. Trust me, they will come in force. You might spend the rest of your life running, no matter how short that time might be. Then, when you are caught, the collar will go on with a permanent spell. One that can only be broken when you’re dead and your soul crossed over.”

“I knew there was a reason I called you Nasty-Face.” He ignored the off-hand comment even as I tried to examine the deal from all sides. “To clarify, you take off the collar, I’m free to leave. You want me to go to the Baba Yaga and ask her how to undo an impossible turning of a succubus to a vampire? That’s it?”

“I want you to get the solution so we can perform it and undo the unnatural act from having happened.”
There was the rub. “And if there is no solution?”

“I don’t believe there isn’t one. History dictates turning her shouldn’t have been possible in the first place. Thus, if it is possible to turn her, it must be possible to unturn her.”

Gods and Goddesses, I’m going to hate myself for asking the next question. “Point of order. Don’t you die to become a vampire?”

Nasty-Face hesitated. Yeah, I didn’t think he’d considered that angle. “That’s less important than undoing it.”

“Dude, if you don’t care if the succubitch lives or dies, just pound a stake through her heart and call it good.” Really? Could I just shut up for five minutes? If he took me up on that suggestion, I was right back where I started. Of course, in my defense, I hadn’t had any coffee yet. The man didn’t have any coffee handy that I could see, either. Just liquor.

Maybe I should do shots.


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Recently divorced author MacKenzie Dillon has lost her writing mojo. When she inherits her great aunt’s haunted house in Virginia, she is determined to make a new start. The creepy old house provides inspiration but at what cost?
Successful architect and paranormal skeptic Justin Kent returns to Penny Hollow to fulfill his father’s dying wish of revitalizing their small town. To do that, he needs the allegedly haunted estate at Summerfield. Mac, the new owner, may be gorgeous and spunky, but she refuses to sell.
These two have a dangerous history that spans the ages, but will they discover the truth in time to save their lives?

earth-witches-arent-easyHe’s supposed to be dead, but he’s killing again…Nearly a decade ago, hedge witch Chance Monroe’s life irrevocably changed. She survived the attack of a serial killer. His death should have set her free.

When her ex-lover shows up on her porch, Chance isn’t ready to hear Randall Oakes is still alive and less prepared for the sea of emotion swamping her. One man wants her dead and the other just wants her. When the FBI offers protective custody, Chance refuses. Connected to the earth, Chance must rely on her supernatural senses and her wits to survive this game of cat and mouse.

In the farm rich countryside of her native Northern Virginia, Chance confronts her troubled past, a supernatural adversary and a sizzling passion that’s lain dormant for years….

This time, she will teach her hunter a lesson: earth witches aren’t easy targets…

Urban fantasy. Previously published as Prime Evil, but has undergone significant rewrite and editing.


Heather Long   Heather Long

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Title: Love & Lagers
Series: Hot Seals Kindle World Novella
Author: Liz Crowe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Drue Hoffman
Release Date: November 1, 2016


When the founders of the Guardian Angel Protection Service realize the success of their business requires the assistance of an organizational pro, they hire one of the first applicants for the job. Lainey Jackson gets straight to work, while managing to avoid personal interactions with any of the powerful men around her. She spends her days helping GAPs get organized and her evenings cooking, and dreaming of the day she can run her own restaurant.

Owen Taylor believed he’d lost everything when he witnessed the violent death of his life-long friend and fellow Marine in Iraq. Determined to single-handedly extract revenge, he signed on for two more tours, only to lose his leg in night raid. As he struggles with his urge to lash out at the hand fate has dealt him, he takes an I.T. job with GAPs in Virginia.

After admiring the extremely hot, but mostly silent new employee for several weeks, Lainey discovers a connection with Owen that shocks and pleases them both. By the time he can admit his feelings for her, he and his fellow GAPs agents are forced to take action when the dangerous secret she’s been running from catches up with her.



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Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

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My Review of Rebecca Royce’s Crashing into Destiny – Wings of Artemis Book 3


Crashing into Destiny
Wings of Artemis Book 3
Rebecca Royce



When one man can’t steal her heart. She gives it to five of them.

Restless and uncertain, Diana Mallory has no idea what path in life she wants to take. Unable to choose between marriage, pursuing a career, or spending her life praying with the Sisters of the Universe, Diana struggles with the course of her future. But when she’s thrown through a black hole, her choices all vanish. Suddenly, her only focus is surviving life on the ice planet.

Life on a strange planet isn’t as it seems. With five men vying for her heart and body, Diana grapples with her feelings for each of them. Each man stirs feelings and desire within her–a yearning she’s never known before. Although the men were not prepared for the woman who crashed into their lives, they’ll do anything for her–even share her. Now it’s up to Diana to embrace the beauty and love that each of them provide, while learning that the universe doesn’t believe in happy endings. Can the men find a way to love her and still protect her from the danger lurking outside the galaxy?

**Reverse Harem, Intense**


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This book opens with Diana in her early twenties. She is out near the black hole checking the remote alert beacons with her brother Asher when all hell breaks loose. Securing her brother in the only working pod she sends him off home. Calling home to alert them while trying to push into the black hole. Her engines fail from the attack before she can accomplish that goal. Under her Uncle Wes’s direction she sets off the only bomb on board to propel her into the black hole. Only the Cartel ship fires towards her and the entrance to the hole closes and she and winds up pulled through the black hole to the other side.

She set the Artemis down on a remote ice planet named Orion to wait for her family to come get her. With the Artemis cloaked she was invisible to the five humans that resided in a large pod and also from the zombie like creatures that roamed this ice-planet. All was peaceful while she worked and waited, that is until her fire alarm went off. Then everything changed.

Now inside the pod with the five men she had only observed from a distance she finds herself looking at them differently, they attracted her as no one ever had before. Once they got over the initial you almost died and didn’t report her to their corporation. We kind of settle in to getting to know these guys and Diana. A favorite scene is when they have a meeting with her after discovering she really wants all of them.

“If you’re serious about this, then there are conditions. Otherwise I get in the machine, and we’ll all put this to rest.” I steepled my fingers. This was hard. I didn’t like telling people what to do. If I didn’t, they’d all break apart. I was going to leave them. They couldn’t be destroyed when I did.Judge blinked. “Conditions?”

“That’s right. I know how these things work. This was how I was raised. I’ve seen where it works, and I’ve seen how it doesn’t. My family worked beautifully.” At least as far as marriage went. “As far as I can tell, the way that multiple men can share one woman and not ultimately destroy each other with aggression and anger is: I’m in charge. I’ll try to do what you want. Be there for all of you. Ultimately, I say yes; I say no. Or I walk away, and I’m done with it. Might seem cruel. I know that. What would be worse for me, for all of you, would be to end the years of friendship that the five of you share. You can’t fight over me. That’s my first rule. The most important one.

Do this, and you’ll survive this, whether it works or it doesn’t. Second rule. Damian, you want to know why Cooper Jackson travelled across the universe, leaving his royal family and everything he knew? Because my mom wanted to. He doesn’t take orders from anyone. Except her.”

I wanted to throw up. I waited for a response. I’d clearly stunned them into silence. “Why don’t you all think about it?” And since I still had to be me even though I was pretending to be mother, I had to add more. I wasn’t good at pretending. “I don’t like giving rules. I’m not good at it. I hate it, in fact. I’ll go. Back to my ship. I’ll wait.”

“Hold on.” Damian rubbed his eyes. “Please.”

I let out the breath I’d sucked in. “Okay.”

“I … I understand what you’re saying and maybe even what you’re not. I am personally willing to try. Some of these other guys take time to process. That’s fine. We’re not in a rush. The medicine the US has been giving us is, according to Cash, going to take a long time to run its course. He doesn’t know exactly how long because no one quits taking it.”

Cash interrupted, “It will go away. The chemistry indicates it. It’s the timing I’m unsure of. Or exactly what the withdrawal will be like.”

Damian finished. “Right. We’ll feel the initial signals of it going away long before it’s actually gone. I think that might be a good thing. We can get to know each other, without the sex, and see how this goes. If we like it. Without the physical getting in the way of the whole thing.”

“Let me know when you all decide. I’ll be on my ship.” Judge lifted a hand. “My turn to hold you off.”

I took a deep breath. “Sure.”

“I think right off the bat we need to, or you need to, make a sleep schedule. Sterling and Damian have both gotten to sleep with you. I want a turn. I imagine Lewis and Cash do, too. Can we do that? Even before sex?”

I actually liked the company in bed. “I’m fine with you making the schedule. I guess it could be the first test to see if you can manage not to fight.”

I was making this up as I went along. Damian stared at Judge. “Would you like to go tonight? Have your turn? Unless you need to think on this.”

Judge put his hands out in front of him. “I’m a yes.”

“I think you need to all be agreed before we sign onto this. I don’t want to presume I …”

Sterling interrupted. They were hardly letting each other get a word in edgewise. “I’m a yes. Cash?”

“Yes.” He looked at Lewis. “Well?”

“I’m a yes.”

And just like that, plans were made.

I hoped I could be the woman I had to be to make this work. Otherwise we were royally screwed.
Royce, Rebecca. Crashing Into Destiny (Wings of Artemis Book 3) (Kindle Locations 1397-1426).Kindle Edition.

From here we get to know all of them in depth, but you know it all can’t go smoothly. The sex is phenomenal and the love that grows is strong. When the impossible happens the story just gets more intense.

I couldn’t put this book down, I really hope Rebecca writes more of this series. I’d really love to see more of Diana’s family.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!


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Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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My Review of Magic and Mayhem: Protecting Alabama’s Kids – SEAL of Protection Book 9 By Susan Stoker


Protecting Alabama’s Kids
SEAL of Protection Book 9
Susan Stoker



At just ten years old, Tommy has already been through more horror than most people suffer their entire lives. So when he’s placed in his latest foster home, under the gentle care of Abe and Alabama Powers, he lashes out. He’s scared, confused, angry…and convinced it won’t be long before these new foster parents send him away, too. No one wants a boy his age, especially one who’s broken, dirty.

It’ll take all of Alabama and Abe’s love, the sibling adoration of his foster sisters, Brinique and Davisa, and Abe’s entire extended SEAL family, to prove to Tommy that being nice, being respectful, and opening his heart to love are things he can choose. Even still, despite so much support, it’s hard for Tommy to believe he deserves a loving family, and a second chance at happiness.

Until three of the most unexpected friends arrive, just when Tommy needs them the most. They’ll show him just how special he is…even if they have to use a little magic to prove it.




What can break through to even the most frightened child’s heart? Why cats of course.

But Fatty, Boba and Jango  are no ordinary cats, these are the familiars of Zelda a witch from Assjacket, West Virginia. As such they can do some things that no normal house cats can do. Like talk to the children, but they also have a reason for coming to the Power’s household. That reason is Tommy, they need to help him adjust to his new family and help him get rid of the ball of black goo that strangles him at times.

Christopher aka Abe and Alabama have again opened their hearts and home to a foster child with the intent to adopt. Tommy has been through more in his 10 years than any child should ever have to. He lashes out at just about anything kind, struggling to accept Brinique and Davisa as sisters and even the thought of having parents has him striking out. A favorite scene with the cats and Tommy is shortly before they head to the beach to meet up with the rest of the SEAL team and their families.

“I can’t wait to go to the beach,” Jango purred. “I’ve heard there’s all sorts of stinky things that get washed up on the shore.”

“Dead stinky things,” Boba returned. “If you eat them, you’ll get a stomachache then puke hairballs over the place.”

“Will not.”

“Will so.”



“Tommy, think your mom will get us some salmon when we’re there? I heard the beach is a good place to get some top-notch fish. West Virginia isn’t exactly fish central. Although I’m sure Zelda could conjure us up some, she’s serious about this stupid diet she’s put us on,” Jango mused.

“Hildy never made us diet,” Boba grouched. “I bet if we purred real loud and rubbed up against some of the other women, they’d give us salmon.”

“Argh!” Tommy screamed, putting his hands over his ears. “I used to think it was cool that you guys could talk. Now it’s just annoying. I’m going to get some breakfast. I can’t wait to go to school to get away from you three!” And with that, Tommy stomped out of his room.

Boba and Jango grinned at each other.

“That didn’t take long,” Jango said.

“Nope. Getting him to want to go to school. Goal one, check,” Boba agreed.

“The others won’t be as easy.”

Boba sobered. “No, they won’t. But this weekend we’ll check the next two off.”

“Yeah.” Jango was silent for a moment and Fatty walked into the room just as he said, “Next week’s when it’s supposed to happen, right?”

“Right,” Fatty said. “He’ll be ready.”

“Are you sure?” Boba asked, nervously. “He hasn’t been here that long. I’m not sure he’ll have a chance to really acclimate. If he doesn’t bond with Alabama, Abe, Brinique, and Davisa, it’s not going to work. He’s not going to be ready.”

“He’ll be ready,” Fatty repeated stubbornly.

Jango and Boba didn’t look convinced, but nodded anyway.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss breakfast,” Fatty told the others, turning back toward the door.

It was as if he’d said the magic words. Boba and Jango sprang past Fatty as if the room was on fire. Not wanting to be left behind, and more importantly, not wanting his friends to get more food than him, Fatty jogged after them, his butt wiggling back and forth as he went.
Stoker, Susan. Magic and Mayhem: Protecting Alabama’s Kids (Kindle Worlds Novella) (SEAL of Protection Book 9) (Kindle Locations 423-443). Kindle Worlds. Kindle Edition.

While the cats are a lot of fun with their antics there is a very serious side to this story. An extremely emotional tale that had me laughing, crying and even holding my breath. Susan has once again taken difficult subjects and made them into a page turning read that embraces the seriousness while adding a lot of fun.

5 Contented Purrs for Susan!


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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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