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A New Series! Hidden – The Swamp Book 1 By Rebecca Royce



Hidden
The Swamp Book 1
By
Rebecca Royce

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Lost, groggy, and utterly devastated, MacKenzie Harper woke in the back of a truck with a kind man giving her a ride to safety. Her memory fuzzy, her senses on high alert, and her world teetering precariously on chaos, she has no idea who to trust but her nose says she can trust him.

When her savior delivers her to Ranier, Preston, Jarret, and Anton Lejeune, Kenzie recognizes them as the sons of the most famous werewolf family in Louisiana. They have to hide her, because Kenzie did the forbidden—she shifted. Werewolves are forbidden from shifting due to the Accords, and she’s always been good at playing human. So why did she shift?

That’s a question she’d like answered, but there’s more to Kenzie than even she knows and being around the Lejeune brothers rouses old instincts and desperate desires that will pull her four mates to her and together, they’ll face every challenge coming for them—even the ones they can’t see.

Two things I enjoy in books by Rebecca Royce are werewolves and her Reverse Harem. In this first book of the new Swamp series she has combined these two and now has me totally hooked.

MacKensie has just been rescued from a facility where the hunters were doing some sort of experiments. Her rescuer Gus is one of the famous Louisiana Lejeune Werewolves, he is taking her to his son in the swamps to keep her hidden and safe.

Preston Lejeune is more than a little surprised when his brothers show up at his home in the swamp. Anton, Jarret and Ranier rarely visit there preferring to stay with their mother and fathers in New Orleans. Apparently Gus, who is one of their fathers, feels they will all be needed to keep MacKensie safe.

MacKensie is more than a little disoriented, part of which is due to shifting which she had never done before. Shifting has been forbidden since the signing of the Accord. Yet somehow even with all the new smells assaulting her, it feels right. Like she’s whole.

Right from the start Anton, who had been kidnapped as an infant, is taken with her. He can’t speak as a result of that ordeal, yet MacKensie finds she understands him just fine. Ranier, is the Alpha of this group and is the most protective of Kensie, needing to provide for her. Jarret is the touchy feely one, seeming to need the touch like most wolves. Preston is the only one who stayed in the swamp. The home he considers his was his grandparent’s and even though it’s in disrepair, it is functional.

I loved the way they get to know each other even as danger begins to surround them. First in the form of Loup-Garou, this is when MacKensie discovers she can heal them and that is part of being an Omega.

This is a favorite scene.

That sick wolf needed… Well, damn, what did he need?

I could see pictures of it, but it didn’t make sense. The moon. Touch. Fire. What did that mean?

Three bodies slammed into the Loup-Garou. Growling. They were huge, and they were mine. Their scents overwhelmed me, wanted to bring me to my knees with joy to have them there. Also, I longed to join in the fight. But that wasn’t my job. I whimpered, catching the biggest wolf’s attention. That was Jarret. His scent of cloves hit me. He tilted his head, backing away from their opponent. I approached slowly, my head lowered, my eyes down.

Rainer nipped at Preston, and they stopped, too. Anton was still in my way. He growled, and I rubbed against him as I approached the sick wolf. I tilted my head. He needed me, but the truth was I had no idea what I was supposed to do. He whimpered just as the other Loup rushed into the room. He growled, saliva spraying everywhere as he launched at the one on the ground. I reared back, Preston’s body joining Anton’s to block me from whatever was about to happen.

I met the new wolf’s gaze in the darkness. Pain radiated toward me. I wanted to fix it. I whined. I just didn’t know how. He grabbed onto his friend’s scruff and threw both of them, using the weight of his own body to break through the glass and throw both of them through.

Rainer rushed to the window. Maybe he was going to follow him through, but Jarret grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him back. They tumbled backward.

They righted themselves, and all attention turned to me. I lowered my eyes, listening to the sounds of them breathing. We were all okay, but the Loups were still out there, and they wanted me. I just didn’t know why.

Rainer padded over, bumping me in the side. I lifted and then dropped my gaze. He bumped into me with a low growl. Jarret strode over, nudging my face with his own. That was sweet. Rainer nudged me again. Okay, I understood. He wanted me to move, to leave here. I lowered my ears and trudged after him. We were going home. I liked home.

I’d run all the way here, but the walk back home, surrounded by four wolves who had literally chased me into danger, who were, unless my nose lied, my pack, seemed like it went faster. The rain continued to pound, but it didn’t bother me. No, right then the only thing that could get to me was uncertainty. What did the sick wolves want from me? Why did getting the madness turn them from werewolves to the two-legged Garous? And what was I supposed to do with them?

A scent struck me as we arrived at the house. The rising sun gave light through the rain, enough that I could see Gus moments after I smelled him. He sat on the steps just under the canopy watching us as we approached. He rose to his feet, and Rainer ran ahead to him. In a heartbeat, he’d shifted back to his human form.

“As soon as I get them settled, you and I are going to have a talk about what you knew and when you knew it.”

Gus nodded. “I knew all of it.”

He knew all of what? Preston shifted behind Rainer. He patted his brother on the shoulder. “This is shift two for her and one for the boys. Let’s make sure they’re okay. Sir, you should make yourself at home.”

Gus sighed. I tried to follow the conversation, but none of it made sense to me. This was home for Gus. He was family and that made him pack.

I called the shift to myself, bringing my human body back. A fog struck me hard, my thoughts thickening like I couldn’t make my brain function. I knew this feeling. It had happened before, but I was aware of a few things all at once. Rainer and Preston were naked and now so was I. Anton and Jarret hadn’t shifted back and I was so… tired.

Preston grabbed onto my arm, holding me gently, while Rainer ran up the stairs. When he came back, he was clothed below the waist. He had a t-shirt in his hand, and he quickly dressed me in it. Rainer was bigger than me by quite a bit, and it fell to my knees.

I nodded to him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He touched my cheek. “Are you thirsty?”

I wasn’t, but our attention was quickly changed as Jarret shifted back. He fell forward and would have landed on his face if Preston hadn’t grabbed him. “Gotcha, little brother.”

Jarret blinked rapidly. “Pres, what is going on?”

“Yep.” Preston didn’t respond to the question asked. Instead, he caught him as he fainted into his arms. “Got you. I’m going to put him to bed. Watch this one when he shifts, would you?”

Gus winced. “First one always comes with the fainting. You’re holding on pretty well, little Omega.”

Why did he call me that? The world tilted left, and Rainer held tighter. “Come on. We’ll follow Preston. Don’t shift back yet, Anton. Or if you do, do it next to Gus.”

“I’m sorry about this, Rainer.”

My Alpha blinked. “For what? Oh, it must be for running out of the room where I could protect you and leading two dangerous crazed Loup wolves out on your own to be some kind of… bait? It must be that.”

I sighed. “I’m not clear on what I did, but if I did that, then I’m sure there was a good reason to do so. I want to protect you.”

He shook his head, laying me down on the mattress next to Jarret. He stared at me for a second. “You’re mine. You know that, right?”

I didn’t get to answer him before Jarret closed his eyes. I was his. And I was Rainer’s. And Preston’s. And Anton’s. They were all mine. And I was theirs. I didn’t know how we were all going to give this up. The idea was so awful I couldn’t even fathom it. Why had Gus called me an Omega? They were all gone.

Preston exited the room and returned a second later with an unconscious Anton. He laid him on the other side of me. “Go to sleep, Mac. You’ll be better this time. Not as lost when you wake up. Clearer memory.”

I knew he was right. I could already feel the fog lifting. “You’re all going to suffer now. I didn’t want you to. Or suffer more. You had to shift. You’ll have to detox again.”

Rainer stepped next to Preston. “We were already suffering and… MacKenzie, we may not have to give it up now. I don’t know how this is going to go. I can tell you that I’m not going to go back to pretending, or contemplating how I can date human women, when there is a you in the world. I can’t speak for Preston but that’s how I feel.”

Preston shook his head. “Just been waiting on you, brother. All these years. Yes, you’re ours. Worst-case scenario, we hide in this swamp for the rest of our lives. But maybe it won’t come to that. You might be here to save us all. We’ll see.”

Anton shifted, drawing me close to him in sleep just as Jarret rolled over and pressed closer to my side. Rainer and Preston looked at each other and the younger grinned. “Where was our beautiful mate when we had to learn how to shift? No one to hold. Just hours of loneliness.”

Rainer shook his head. “I’m going to go check on Gus. Then we’ll hash some of this out.”

I swallowed. “I don’t think I can save anyone. I’m not strong, and I’m so confused.”

Preston bent down and squeezed my foot. “Worry about that later.”

I wanted to but there were a million thoughts rushing through my too thick brain. “Where is my family?”

“We’re going to find that out.” Rainer nodded.

“Are the Loup coming back?”

Preston shook his head. “Not unless they want to lose their heads.”

I stared at Rainer. “It’s hard for me to imagine it, you going mad like that. I look at you and you’re strong, healthy. You don’t smell like you were ever lost to that.”

Rainer winced. “It’s hard for me to imagine that, too. But people saw. Close those brown eyes.”

He was my Alpha. I wanted to listen to him, only, first… I reached forward and grabbed onto Rainer’s hand, which was hot, almost burning. “It’s going to be okay. All of it.”

I passed out.
Rebecca Royce. Hidden: The Swamp (Kindle Locations 879-942).

There are many introductions in this book as we learn the history of the wolves and the origins of the Accord. The Lejeune’s as a family are formidable.

Then there’s the council and more issues as the suspense builds. All building to the lead up of the next book.

I loved this book, lots to absorb, love, suspense and plenty of heat in more ways than one.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!


Rebecca Royce   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!

Cheers!!


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The Deluge – The Storm Book 3 by Ripley Proserpina and Rebecca Royce



The Deluge
The Storm Book 3
By
Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce

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A deluge is coming…

A year of searching has passed. A year of getting stronger. Harder. Angrier.

Whitney never thought she’d survive without her guys, but she did. They’re out there. She just has to claim them.

Now, it’s time to go to war.

Whitney is changed, she realized that in order to get her guys back she needed to be stronger. It’s a year later, she lives at Zero with Wendy and she’s leaner, more muscular and stronger than she’s ever been. An interesting side effect, her psychic abilities grew in strength as well.

She’s ready now and she’s going to get her guys back

This is a favorite scene.

“Whitney?” A knock sounded as Wendy entered the house, calling my name. I sighed. I’d tried to work on the idea of knocking before she spoke and entered but she wasn’t getting it. Either that or she was just being a bitch, which was entirely possible.

I’d moved the young woman into Zero with me and the few Uncontrolled who remained uncollected by my brother, Dex. John and Nick helped her and the others to escape their child-abusing husbands. They were strong, violent, and capable.

I’d discovered in the first two weeks of horror after my guys were taken that I was really not made for loneliness. Any company was better than none.

Besides, someone was going to have to take care of this place if I died. A bunch of women starting over seemed like the best possible option. After they’d pulled their gun off my chest, we’d worked this stuff out. Sort of. Wendy still didn’t knock.

Passive-aggressive might be her middle name.

I stopped my push-ups, pulling myself into a sitting position. Every day, I’d done two hundred sit-ups. But now it was time for me to leave. Time for me to do what I’d planned for the last year.

I was getting back the people who belonged to me, and Dex was going to wish he’d never been born—or reborn. He would rue the day he’d taken what was mine.

“Over here,” I called out to Wendy, and she rounded the corner.

“I should have known you’d be working out. Every free minute. You never take a break.”

I started my first sit up. “What would you have me do that I’m not doing?”

“Come to the show tonight.” I should have known she was going to say that.

I shook my head, heading into my fifth sit up. “I’m leaving tonight. It’s time.”

If not now, then never. I’d honed my body to the point that I almost didn’t recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. And what I’d discovered should probably have been obvious from the beginning. The stronger I got physically, the stronger my mind and psychic abilities got. Dante would have told me this if he’d been here to see it. I’d connected my five guys to me, but I’d not been fit to handle them. I was now. And even if I had to yank each of them free from Dex’s grasp one by one, that was what I would do.

I was ready.
Rebecca Royce; Rebecca Royce. Ripley Proserpina, The Deluge (Kindle Locations 57-75). Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately yanking a hoard of uncontrolled from Dex only alerted him to her presence. She only gets John in this first attempt.

Her new found strength allows her to heal without having to sleep and John will be invaluable in getting the others.

This is truly a wonderful end to this trilogy, there’s plenty of action, revenge and a love that survives everything thrown at it.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca & Ripley!

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Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rebecca Royce 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!

Cheers!!

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Thunder Rolling – The Storm Book 2 by Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce



Thunder Rolling
The Storm Book 2
By
Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce

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True loyalty knows no boundaries…

The world around Whitney Lake keeps changing, but with John, Isaiah, Nick, Brandon, Dante, and Carson by her side, her foundation has never been stronger. Together, they are building a sanctuary for the survivors of Roanoke—the living and the newly Uncontrolled.

Still figuring out their newfound powers, and the connection which binds them all together, the guys don’t hesitate to do everything they can to protect the woman they love.

Whitney may have brought her guys to life, but when she falls ill, they are left scrambling. Will her men pay any price to save her, or will the storm that brought them together, tear them apart?

This book had me holding my breath and sniffling quite a bit.

After the destruction of Roanoke, Whitney, who told everyone to run, is now running out of energy.

Zero has become a refuge and with so many new arrivals there are problems every day. What they didn’t realize was the circuit that binds them was also now killing Whitney. The energy the guys are pumping through to her is preventing the natural healing that a fever does.

This is a favorite scene as they come to understand the implications.

I held her tighter, adjusting her slightly. Sleep was the best thing for her.

John walked over, bringing me a chair to prop my foot on because I hung half-off the bed. No one said a word. Like me, they seemed content to just stay there right with her, for as long as she needed.

Whitney’s eyes danced beneath her lids. I liked to think she was deep in a recuperative sleep, dreaming about strawberries and ice cream and shopping malls. Happy things.

Not: did we have enough food to go around? Or: was her brother about to find our safe haven?

All of us perched around her room.

In between staring at her, I stared at my friends.

Arms crossed, John stared at Whit like his power of disapproving facial expressions could ward off whatever plagued her. He wasn’t calm, though he would have liked us to think that. Lawyer, remember? I was excellent at interpreting body language.

Dante paced, his attention never leaving Whitney. What did he see when he looked at her that I didn’t?

I studied her again. Her skin was pale, and her orange freckles stood out. Usually, she had a pinky glow. She said she was “red,” but I loved the flush of color. It was like she was always running. Or excited. That color was a sign of the way she approached life: energetically and joyfully. So to see it missing…

It worried me.

A crash from the corner of the room startled me, and I jerked.

“Shit!” Dante said, rubbing his knee. A second later, I jerked again, this time when a zap of static shot through my body.

“Dammit, Dante,” Nick whisper-hissed.

“I didn’t mean to,” the man replied. His tan face was ashamed as he straightened.

Worried, I examined Whit. “It’s like her body is over-reacting to our injuries.”

“Like an autoimmune disorder,” Dante said and then winced. “Sort of.”

“English!” Nick said and then when Whitney shifted, repeated in a quieter voice. “English.”

“Autoimmune disorders happen when a person’s body overreacts to something. A trigger of some sort. And in the process end up attacking the person’s body.”

“Like an allergic reaction?” Brandon asked. “No,” Dante said. “This is when the body attacks itself. It breaks down blood and tissue.”

“Could it result in a heart attack?” John asked.

Heart attack. Whitney suffered a heart attack.

“Yes,” Dante answered. “Tissues become inflamed… It’s possible.” He shook his head. “It makes sense. Though I never came across something like this before. Not in all my studies.”

“Oh, you mean your weird-ass experiments with the Department of Psycho Killers?” Nick asked.

“Yeah,” Dante answered, voice devoid of sarcasm. “That one.”

“We go back to the labs,” John said.

“Dante, run a battery of tests on us, and then we start scavenging. If we’re sick, if we’re hurt, no more relying on this fucking circuit to help us. There are antibiotics out there. Fuck—find some Band-Aids. I don’t want to take any more out of Whitney if we don’t have to.”

Nick stood. “I’ll go. I’ve always been good at finding things. Breaking and entering.” He held up his fists and then narrowed his eyes. “Or was it Law and Order?” He shook his head. “Cagney and Lacey? Whatever. Let me get Isaiah. He hates to admit it, but he can find shit, too.”

“Shut up.” John stared hard at Whitney, like he could see under her skin. “And go.”

A thought dawned on me. Dante was smart, brilliant beyond belief but he wasn’t a doctor of medicine, even though what he knew would probably rival one. We needed an actual doctor to look at her and there were some in the general population.
“I’m going to go find her a doctor.”

Brandon nodded. “That’s a good idea. Our childhood doctor and his wife are around somewhere. I’ll come with you and look.”

John walked toward me. “I’ll lie down with her, stay until you guys come back.”

She squirmed on the bed but didn’t wake. Our beautiful girl was so exhausted. We were going to kill her if we weren’t careful, and I couldn’t imagine a life without her in it. If she went away, there would only be darkness where she’d been. A big, gaping wound I’d never be able to heal.

I loved her. I would not lose her. Not to death or the Infection.

None of us had said it, but considering the state of things, what were the chances if we lost Whitney she’d wake up belonging to Dex?

Fuck, we had to figure this out. Fast.
Rebecca Royce; Rebecca Royce. Thunder Rolling (Kindle Locations 347-385). Kindle Edition.

As Whitney’s fever climbs higher they knew they had to find more help. With the summons from Dr.Karlton, the evil one working with Dex, Dante makes the decision to go to him and get Whitney cured.

The depths of the evil, the pain they all feel, the love and devotion, all had me turning the pages. I certainly didn’t see what was coming, at least I was in denial.

I am so glad the next book is coming out real soon, I need more!

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca and Ripley!

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Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rebecca Royce 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!

Cheers!!

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Lightning Strikes – The Storm Book 1 By Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce



Lightning Strikes
The Storm Book 1
By
Ripley Proserpina
&
Rebecca Royce

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True love refuses to die…

Whitney Lake has had a lot of time to contemplate the end of the world. In the blink of an eye, an infection wiped out most of the human population, and her life changed forever. In one of the few safe cities left, Whitney tries to keep her head down, and stay alive.

But the world needs saving, and she may be the only one who can do it. When a letter from her long-dead best friend arrives, Whitney takes a chance. Can she save those she thought were lost?

Out in the wilderness, where she never dared to go, she’ll discover a world she never expected, and six men who would come back from the dead just to be with her.

Will she fight for the men who chose her, or will she lose everything in the coming storm?

I’m going to say right from the start Ripley and Rebecca have some very weird, yet interesting minds. I don’t think even my wildest imagination could come up with what they have in this start to a new series.

It is likely the end of the world. Zombies are everywhere and every day someone is turned by the infection.

Whitney’s best friend, Brandon was one of those people. She watched in horror as he was killed and turned. However when she gets a message to meet him she goes. She loved him and she had to trust that he wouldn’t harm her.

When he shows up with another, Whitney runs and ends up falling and unconscious. Which leads to meeting the Uncontrolled, and a dream that starts changing everything.

This is a favorite scene.

I dreamed I stood in the center of a circle. The world was a vivid green I only saw in the springtime when the leaves were newly unfurled and the grass had sprouted from a dry, winter ground. Rain pelted the earth around me, but I remained untouched.

Above me, storm clouds gathered, and I lifted my face toward the sky. Inside the dark rolling clouds, lightning flashed like a warning, but I wasn’t afraid. Thunder cracked ominously and the lightning struck, a blazing white, into the ground.

Once. Twice. Lightning hit the ground over and over. Six distinct strikes. The smell of ozone was thick in the air and the hairs on my arm stood up.

Realization hit me suddenly—I wasn’t alone. Fearless, I studied the faces of the men regarding me. They’d never hurt me. That was a given. Somehow, I knew that.

Brandon. I knew him as well as I knew myself. His expression was passive. He’d never say no to this. His friends all loved him. That wasn’t surprising. Everyone always had. In a real sense, I was here in this moment because of that love.

Isaiah. He watched me with curious eyes. Would I be as accepting as he had been to the strangers who were now as close to him as brothers? He held his hands loosely at his sides, but he wasn’t relaxed. He waited for my decision. What was the question?

John. Dark-eyed, devil-may-care attitude. But he cared. He didn’t fool me. Every move he made, every decision or judgment rendered had been one he agonized over. He frowned and side-eyed Isaiah before returning his gaze to mine. I see you, I wanted to say. I see what you try to hide.

Carson. He stared at the ground while I stared at him, waiting for him to meet my gaze. Constantly measuring himself against a world that didn’t exist anymore, Carson found himself lacking in every possible way. He needed to realize his worth. I’d show him, if he gave me the chance. I’d show him he was perfect no matter what.

Nick. His gaze was hard, and he was world-weary. Well, I was, too. He and I had more in common than perhaps I had with anyone here. Maybe even more than Brandon, because we’d been hurt by the same man. We lived in a world filled with liars but tried to make our way. We were survivors, he and I. But our hearts were vulnerable and exposed.

Dante— “You don’t think you belong here,” I said.

He smiled sadly. “I don’t, Whit. Look at me. And look at you.”

The clouds parted, and the sun came out. He winced, but held my gaze, and I looked at him, really looked at him. His chin was covered in a metal plate, and one cheekbone was sewn with ragged, uneven stitches. That must have been his first injury, the one he had to do with no one to guide him. The metal set off the hue of his skin. No. He wasn’t classically beautiful, but every scar on his skin told his story. It told me he’d never give up, not on me, and not on any of these guys. Ever. I smiled at him. “I am looking at you, Dante.”
Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Lightning Strikes (Kindle Locations 716-738). Kindle Edition.

There is much going on in this book as Whitney goes on the run from her father and discovers so much more. Not only about the Uncontrolled that are somehow bound to her but also the Controlled and the Controller.

Ripley and Rebecca have truly outdone themselves. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Ripley and Rebecca!

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Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rebecca Royce 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!

Cheers!!

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Tragic Magic – Wards and Wands Book 3 by Rebecca Royce


Tragic Magic
Wards and Wands Book 3
By
Rebecca Royce

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Melanie Syed has seen a lot of things over the years from ancient witch possessions to man-stealing curses and wild magic coming alive, but she’s never actually gone head to head with her own path until it—or rather he calls her for her services as an attorney.

Elliot Boothe is the last scion of the Cursed family. His ancestors have all gone blind and mad, one by one, and now it’s his turn. Determined to end the curse with him, he’s avoided relationships and complications, but Melanie is the one thing he’s desperately needed—a friend.

It’s going to take a lot of legal and spell footwork for Melanie to get the answers Elliot needs, especially when she finds herself the target of assassination and Elliot offers her sanctuary. Can they save each other or was their love tragically cursed from the first?

In this stunning conclusion to the Wards and Wands series, we meet Elliot who is cursed to die young. A curse that no one has ever been able to break.

He requests a visit from Melanie as he’s getting his affairs in order.

This is a favorite scene.

Time seemed to have paused inside the house. The smell hit her first. The cleaning products Elliot’s mother spelled on the house must still be what the staff now used. Lavender. Chamomile. Mint. There had never been a time she’d scented those things that it hadn’t reminded her of the cleaning days. The poor woman had died days after her husband did. Their souls had been truly bound together.

Melanie lifted herself off the ground with a spell. It was habit as much as anything else. If no one walked on the ground, they couldn’t make it dirty. The butler had been walking, but lifted off the ground when she did. Maybe it wasn’t a rule anymore. Maybe Elliot didn’t care if everyone floated or not.

“He’s in his office. Right this way.”

She knew exactly where it was located but followed him just the same as it was polite. She wasn’t a young child learning to fly by dashing through this house when the family wasn’t home. She was here to do a job, even if surely Elliot must already possess a team of lawyers who could do this.

The butler opened the door with a magical wave of his hand and closed it again after she was inside. It shut with a click.

The room, bathed in burgundy, felt heavy, like the air weighed more in here. Elliot stood, his back to her, facing the window overlooking the garden outside. He turned his head slightly as Melanie the entered the room. She gazed for a long moment, taking in the sheer size of him. He’d grown since she’d last seen him. He was broad shouldered, bulky, like he worked out regularly, though he’d been a skinny teenager. His brown hair had been cut short. Whiskers covered his mature face, but he didn’t look old.

He wore dark sunglasses, which told her all she needed to know. The curse really had advanced. Elliot Boothe, the fantasy of her youth, had gone completely blind.

“Melanie Syed.” He smiled, not showing any teeth or moving. “You came.”

She swallowed. “Of course I did. You… ah… requested my presence.” Melanie winced, wishing she could suck the words back in the second she said them. Requested my presence? Internally, she groaned. That was… bad.

He used the desk for guidance as he walked toward her. “Forgive me. I like to stand by the window. I can’t see it, but I swear I can feel the light.” He touched his sunglasses. “I think with you I can actually take these off. You were here with my father when he passed. You know what the eyes look like.”

She nodded before she realized how asinine that was. He couldn’t see her, obviously. “I remember what it looked like. You can take them off.”

“Great. Because it’s like the icing on the cake of this misery that I have to cover up my eyes to not scare little children.” He took the glasses off and set them on the desk. He stared at Melanie from across the room, not quite looking at her but in her general direction. His eyes were totally white. Not just the irises. Not the corneas. The entire socket of his eyes were bright white, like the most intense shade of it ever. Neither snow leopards nor the clouds had anything on what the curse did to the Boothe eyes.

Melanie walked toward him, not letting herself overthink it. His father had fallen into a huge pit of depression when this happened to him. She had to imagine that waking up totally blind one day to nothing but whiteness would make anyone feel lonely.

She squeezed his hand, and he frowned immediately before he dropped their linked fingers. His hands hadn’t been smooth or manicured but tougher, with calluses that made her wonder what he’d been doing to get them. As far as she knew, he’d never had a profession. He invested money, as his father had before him, and had the Midas touch. Melanie had learned a lot of what she knew from his father, but what could he have been doing that would have given him those hands?

“So…” She needed to say something. “This happened early.”

Melanie had always believed the best thing to do was point out the elephant in the room and not pretend it wasn’t there.

He nodded. “Seems to be the case. I… I think it’s for the best, actually. Get it over with. I was tired of it stalking me anyway. I’d determined very early I would be the last person to ever have this curse. If I couldn’t cure it, which I tried to do, believe me, I wasn’t going to pass it on. I’ve been wondering if it’s taking me early as a punishment for not procreating.”

The way he spoke about it—this curse that had plagued the last five generations of his family—was as though it was a living, breathing thing. Melanie didn’t remember his father doing that. But then again he’d lived a full life before it took him down.

“You think the curse… hurried up your punishment… because you didn’t find the right woman to have children with?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I determined very early on that I wouldn’t allow this to continue. Even before I saw my father taken down to madness, a shell of the man he’d been before, devoid of magic, shaking in a corner. I wouldn’t leave behind any heirs that could take the curse when I died. It ends with me.”
Rebecca Royce. Tragic Magic (Kindle Locations 141-180). Kindle Edition.

Melanie is a fighter and she isn’t going to let Elliot give up. She starts by asking all her enforcer friends for assistance.

She also ends up hiding there as a problem arises with the divorce case she is working on.

I laughed, I cried and held my breath more than once as I read. This is a beautiful relationship with plenty of heat in spite of the curse.

I wish there were going to be more books, I love this world.

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Rebecca Royce 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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Meow Baby – Wards and Wands Book 2.5 by Rebecca Royce



Meow Baby
Wards and Wands Book 2.5
By
Rebecca Royce & Ripley Proserpina

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Set in the Wards and Wands Universe, Ripley Proserpina and Rebecca Royce offer up a witchy love story sure to melt your hearts. When a strong willed woman takes in three stray cats she has no idea they are the Addington Brothers, her neighbors who have been torturing her for years and are now cursed to walk on four feet.

While she’d never have believed it possible, all the Addingtons want now is to show Michaella they can be trusted with her heart. What happens next will change not only their four lives forever but the witching world everywhere.

**Meow, Baby was previously released in the charity anthology Petting Them**

This book was so much fun! The Addington brothers are Michaella’s neighbors, and they aren’t very good ones. They constantly make a mess of her property and make fun of her as she tries to clean up. She can’t use magic because she doesn’t have much. What she does have is usually expended as a healer at Prestige, a private hospital where she is employed.

When she comes home one day to find three black cats, she immediately offers them sanctuary. Feeding them and keeping them safe.

After lying to a couple of shady characters that inform her they are looking for the Addington’s cats, she decides to take them to work with her.

This is a favorite scene.

“I will miss you guys. It is sort of nice to have someone to talk to.” Drained didn’t begin to describe how she felt right then. But there was no choice. She had to make it work like she always did. Her patients were counting on her.

“You know what? Do you guys want to come make some old people’s day? They love pets. It’s good for them, soothing.”

Butch yowled, and Tough joined in. She didn’t think they liked the idea, but Panther, tail whipping from side to side, ambled toward her and rubbed against her leg. “You’ll do it?” she asked.

Panther rubbed against her again, like he was in agreement with her.

“Awesome!” She leaned down and stroked him from head to tail tip. His butt lifted in the air, and she gave him a little scratch at the base of his tail. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then we’ll go. See if you can talk your brothers into joining us!”

Michaella ran, by which she meant, she walked quickly, upstairs. Along the way, she stripped out of her clothes, leaving them wherever they fell. One benefit of living alone was no one cared if she was naked, and no one cared if she made a mess.

She guessed the other side of the coin was that no one cared period, but she was trying to focus on the positives. In record time, she was dressed, showered, and downstairs.

The cats, however, were nowhere to be found. “Panther!” She made a kissing noise with her lips, but the house was silent. Michaella walked through the living room to the kitchen and found Tough, Panther, and Butch on her counter top. In front of them was a raggedly opened box of granola bars. “Did you—?” She glanced at the cabinet where she’d stored them and sure enough, it was wide open. She picked up

Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Part of Petting Them Anthology (Kindle Locations 325-330). Kindle Edition.
the box. It was open, but none of the bars were. Shrugging, she pulled one out. “I should eat breakfast. Thanks guys. I’m going to pretend you got that out for me.”

Butch meowed, like we did, dummy.

“Be nice,” she muttered. She took a bite and through a mouthful of brown sugar and nuts asked, “Who’s coming with me?”

Panther hissed at his brothers, and to her delight, all three jumped off the counter and strolled to the door. “All of you?”

Panther stared at her. “Right! All of you. I don’t have a carrier, so I’m just going to pick you up and one-by-one place you in my car. Okay? No train rides for kitty-cats.” She peered out her door. “No creepy creeps outside. But just in case, let’s go fast. I don’t want Mr. Slicked-Back-Hair showing up.”

Michaella picked Panther up. “Dang, you’re heavy.” He adjusted himself, placing his paws on her shoulders. It allowed one of her hands free so she could open the door. She had expected this to be more of a process. Like—with the cats running under the sofa or knocking vases of flowers off of side tables. It didn’t matter that she didn’t own a vase or have any fresh flowers sitting in water. It was one of those things that happened when chasing an animal.

But they didn’t. Butch waited for his turn, and then Tough, and soon they were on their way. Michaella rolled into Prestige and surveyed the still-empty parking lot. “You guys are so great to do this. Thank you.” In that moment, as she thanked the cats she’d kidnapped (catnapped?) from her neighbors, Michaella decided she needed to get a life. This whole going to work, going home, do nothing thing was turning her into a crazy lady.
Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Meow Baby. Petting Them Anthology (Kindle Locations 317-343). Kindle Edition.

It’s while they are here that she finds they have been transfigured in a way that could be permanent.

We get to see Lawson as he is the enforcer who comes to reverse the Addington brothers back. I love Lawson, he manages to put them in their place right away.

There is another issue though, the guys have realized something since Michaella took them in, they need to apologize and also convince her to give them a chance. Not to mention finding the folks that turned them to begin with.

A totally enjoyable romp with lots of giggles and serious sizzle.

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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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!

Cheers!!

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Curse Reversed – Wards and Wands Book 2 by Rebecca Royce



Curse Reversed
Wards and Wands Book 2
By
Rebecca Royce

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In and out of institutions for over a decade, Eleanor St. Vincent can’t get the episodes racking her to stop. Half-witch, and lousy spell caster, she doesn’t picture much of a future. Then one day, Mitchell Sharpe catches her eye.

Mitchell Sharpe never dreamed he’d need the Prestige Institute. A year spent under a hex cost him everything, and he has no idea where to go from there. The last thing he expected to find was love.

Their happiness is short-lived as societal demands and ancient curses threaten to cave-in all they want to build. The deck might be stacked against them, but Mitchell and Eleanor will fight for their second chance at life…and love.


 


 

If you started with Hexed and Vexed, you’ll remember Mitchell had been Hexed and it was removed by the enforcer. As a result of having the hex reinforced repeatedly for a year, he is in Prestige. Prestige is a specialized hospital for taking care of witches with unique issues.

Eleanor gets loud and violent, but never remembers what happened. She loses that time, there is no curse or hex they can find and have attributed it to her being half human with no real power.

This is a favorite scene when she and Mitchell introduce themselves.

It was past time to return to her room. There wasn’t a frozen yogurt machine anywhere to be found. That was really too bad.

She left, turning down the hallway toward the direction of her room. This time it was numbered 55A. That meant she was in the A ward and room fifty-five.

“Wait.”

She turned at the sound of Eyebrows’ call as he ran down the hall toward her.

She stood still, the weight of the world settling on her shoulders. Things were hard. They always were. For a minute, she’d forgotten.

“You were just going to leave?” He scrunched up his face. “Without answering my question.”

“It’s not a day for answered questions.” Sleep called to Eleanor. She’d crawl into bed. When her eyes closed, she’d be back in Egypt, under the pyramids with her mother, laughing as they took impressions and planned for a future that wouldn’t include lying. Even if they’d both known that wouldn’t come.

He ran a hand through his hair. “You answered mine and then I… I was rude. I apologize.”

“I never should have asked you to begin with. But what can I say? I’m crazy.”

He winced. “There you are again with that word. I’m in here because I was hexed for a year. Hexed to break up with my fiancé, who I then left at the altar, and to marry another woman who wanted to use me for my social power to advance herself both politically and within her career. Every day for a year she hexed me. I said and did horrible things to the woman I loved, until she lost her love for me, and is now married to someone else. Then I stumbled upon some enforcers who took the hex off me and woke up to discover a year had passed. That I’d been… forced to do things I never would have done. Both emotionally and physically. And I’d lost everything. I’m having a little trouble dealing with that. Also, there are ramifications to having been hexed that long that the doctors here can help me with.” He cleared his throat. “Or were able to help me. We’re talking about sending me home very soon.”

Well, in all of the things Eleanor could have imagined for this perfect looking man she hadn’t thought that would be the answer at all. She stared up at him. He was taller than she’d thought when he’d been sitting. At least six-foot-two since he stood higher than her father who was six-foot-one inches, if she remembered correctly.

“That really, really sucks.” Sometimes there was nothing else to say.

He snorted before he outright laughed, throwing his head back when he did. “Yeah… it does.”

She nodded at him. If anyone understood being out of control, it would be this man. “Have a nice evening.”

“Hold on, will you come out again? I don’t know your name.”

Some of the ease from before moved through her. “I don’t know yours either.”

“There’s a good way to remedy that. I’m Mitchell Sharpe. And you’re No-first-name-given St. Vincent.”

She still held to the idea of him being seriously cute. How had any woman replaced him in so little time? Oh, what did Eleanor know about relationships anyway? She’d never had one. Not ever. She never would. Even if she wasn’t nuts, half-breeds didn’t fall in easily with witches when it came to love, and she had too much magic for the humans to accept her. But none of that mattered since she was, in fact, nuts.

“I’m Eleanor. I don’t suppose we’ll see each other again. You’re leaving, and they don’t let me out much.”

He shook his head. “You don’t seem dangerous to me. So whatever you did to get out today? Do it again. Let’s be friends while we’re both in here. I want to ask you more about that tattoo.”

She looked down at the symbol. “Ah, it makes sense then. Why you want to hang out.”

“Maybe I just like you.”

Eleanor held up her wrist. “Maybe you just like tattoos.”

He laughed again. It was an easy sound. And because nothing was easy—not in this place or outside the walls—she ran down the hallway to her room, unsure what she was escaping.
Rebecca Royce. Curse Reversed (Kindle Locations 205-239). Kindle Edition.

Things get very interesting once Mitchell is released and he starts investigating Eleanor’s tattoo and the language she speaks when she loses time.

We meet many interesting characters and see some favorites from Hexed and Vexed as Eleanor’s grandparents take her away from Prestige and hire former enforcers Stefan and Kim to watch over her.

Fast-paced and suspenseful as the mystery of her ‘illness’ unfolds and her relationship with Mitchell heats up.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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Rebecca Royce 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!

Cheers!!

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