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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.

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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!

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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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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.

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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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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

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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New Release! Just Jayne by Ripley Proserpina



Just Jayne
By
Ripley Proserpina

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Jayne Burns has come too far in her life to look back. An orphan, she’s used to being no one’s choice.

Not anymore.

When she lands a job as a private tutor for the adopted daughter of a world famous guitarist, everything changes. The rock gods of Rochester’s Pathos, Tennyson, Lee, Klaus, and Diego set their sights on her, and sweep Jayne off her feet.

But the band has a secret, and if it comes to light, they’ll lose Jayne.

They refuse to give her up, and they’ll tell any lie, barricade any door, and fight any foe to keep her.

**Just Jayne is a full-length, stand-alone reverse harem romance**

Jayne has been a tutor for the rich and famous for a long time, now that her latest charge is heading to boarding school, she’s summoned to her agency for an interview.

There’s a lot of mystery involved in that first interview, but it does get her on a plane to London and the second interview.

This is a favorite scene.

“Miss Burns, I’m Alfred Tennyson. It’s nice to meet you.”

Alfred Tennyson. I kept my face bland, but my suspicion grew with each passing second. “Nice to meet you, as well,” I replied. Big fat liar. If his name was Alfred Tennyson, then I was Britney Spears.

“This won’t take long,” he said. “I just have a few questions.” He reached behind him and pulled a piece of yellow lined paper from his back pocket. Unfolding it, he stared at me and said, “I am tired/ I am weary/ I could sleep for a thousand years/ A thousand dreams that would awake me/ Different colors made of tears.”

The paper remained on his lap, but he didn’t glance at it, and he didn’t glance away from me.

“Venus in Furs by Velvet Underground,” I said. “Do you want me to interpret?”

Alfred smiled. “No. It just popped into my head and I had to say it. Does that ever happen to you? Something pops into your head and you have to get it out?” He leaned back and studied me the same way the woman in my first interview had. “You don’t seem the spontaneous type.” In one quick move, he grabbed his phone from a nearby table and typed something before flinging it away. His chair groaned as he shifted and leaned forward. His blue eyes were so bright, almost like he had a fever— or he was on something. His long fingers tapped against the paper and he cocked his head to the side. As he watched me, he was quiet and thoughtful, but then he played with the little ring in his lip, and I got the sense that maybe he was waiting for something.

“Yeah,” he said suddenly. “You’re not spontaneous. Definitely buttoned up. You’ve got a whole…” He waved his hand toward me. “Maiden aunt thing going on, but yeah. Interpret Venus in Furs for me.”

This was a test. Like seeing if I’d fly to London for a second interview. And I had… personal experience… with the über-wealthy. How do you feel about celebrities?

Fine.

I could go along with whatever this was.

“It’s based off of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s book of the same name— it’s not a book I have ever written into any curriculum. Have you read it?” I asked.

“A story about a man who wants to submit to and be dominated by women?” Alfred asked. “Fuck, yes. Twice.” He shifted. “I didn’t understand it either time.”

I smiled, and waited. Because this was certain to get worse before it got better.

“Have you read it?” he asked.

“No,” I answered, honestly. And that seemed to surprise him. I wondered why. He’d already pegged me as a boring, old maid. Of course I wouldn’t have read a book about sado-masochism, bondage, and dominance. “But I love Lou Reed, so I know the Velvet Underground.”

Behind him a door opened and a woman walked out. This was the sort of person I’d expected to interview me. Someone slightly older than myself, dressed like she’d come to work and not just run out of clean clothes to wear. She handed a file to Alfred, and then she left.

“Next question.” He opened the file and held up two pictures. “Who are these men?”

“Winston Churchill and Eminem.”

“And these?” He held up another two pictures.

“Justin Timberlake and David Beckham.”

“So you don’t live under a rock, Miss Burns,” he said.

I swallowed hard and clenched my teeth. “No, Mr. Tennyson, I don’t.”

“Then how have you not recognized who I am?” He flung the pictures away and stared at me, waiting.

I stared back, and as recognition dawned, I realized I was the stupidest person who’d ever lived. My face heated, and as much as I wanted to drop my gaze and hide my embarrassment, I didn’t. All I could do was hope my voice didn’t shake when I answered. “You’re Tennyson Blake,” I said. “Lead guitarist for Rochester’s Pathos.” I’d waxed poetic about Velvet Underground while sitting across from one of the most celebrated musicians and lyricists of all time. Stupid.

“You didn’t recognize me,” he said.

“Not at first,” I admitted and then I remembered the man whose wallet I’d returned. “And that was Diego Martin. Outside.”

“You saw him? He tried to leave before you arrived.” Tennyson shrugged. “He liked the first candidate.”

“But he didn’t even meet me,” I argued before closing my mouth shut with a snap.

“Diego goes with his gut, and he liked the other girl.” Tennyson cupped his stubble-lined jaw and leaned his elbow on his knee. “Woman. Sorry.”

All right, then. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

“No.” But he continued to stare at me. Since the interview was over, and I clearly hadn’t gotten the position, I let myself glance away from him.

I felt every hour of time that had passed between my interview in New York, and my arrival here. No doubt I looked horrible, and no doubt I’d made a fool of myself.

A chime sounded, and I glanced at Tennyson. He was staring down at his phone and smiling. “Everyone agrees. You’re it. The woman to teach our adorable little gremlin.” He held out his hand, and a little shocked, I took it. “Welcome to the family, Miss Burns.”
Ripley Proserpina. Just Jayne (Kindle Locations 165-207).

In spite of not wanting to get involved, Tennyson, Lee, Klaus, and Diego were determined to make Jayne theirs.

I fell in love with their daughter Sophie, and their interactions with her were priceless.

There is a major secret here though, one that could ruin everything. So much subterfuge and almost truths.

I couldn’t put this book down as clues get dropped as to the origin of the secret in the creepiest of ways. We get a look at the lifestyle of the rich and famous, as well as a bit of the crazy music world.

Plenty of clues, some laughs, and off the charts heat as this tale unfolds.

5 Contented Purrs for Ripley!

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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While Beauty Sleeps by Ripley Proserpina



While Beauty Sleeps
By
Ripley Proserpina

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There once was a girl who was born to be cursed. By no fault of her own, she was doomed to remind her kingdom of everything ugly. No matter how many good deeds she did or how kind she was, it was her destiny to die, and take her kingdom with her. Her mother and father wept when they saw her, and the witch who cursed her celebrated gleefully as each year passed.

Except there was hope. Her sisters, older and wiser, and with no small amount of magic of their own, countered the witch’s curse. If Kumiko could be loved, truly loved, the curse would be broken, and everyone would see what the witch had hidden.

But all her life, Kumiko had been let down—by the parents who hid her away and by an ill-fated curse.

Until they arrived.

Four princes, full of smug confidence and pride, were determined to break the princess’s curse before her twenty-first birthday.

All they had to do was fall in love.

I frequently cry over fairy tales and this one is no exception. I love the princes who travel to meet her, all four of them come with thoughts of the money involved in helping to break the curse. That quickly changes as they get to know her.

Kumiko’s curse appeared differently to everyone who sees her face. She really had decided to accept her fate as put forth by her curse. However Wataru, Reiji, Dai, and Goro, Princes on Iriogaki in Sara, have more than just curiosity about the princess and they aren’t going to give up easily.

This is made apparent when even after seeing her face they refuse to leave. This is a favorite scene from as they followed Wataru to his room.

I knew my friends would follow me into my room, but in the seconds after seeing Kumiko’s face and hurrying away, I wasn’t aware of anything but what I’d seen. Her words replayed in my head. “I’m not actually ugly.”

Tripping up the steps to my room, I clutched at the bannister.

“Keep going,” Reiji whispered behind me, voice tight. “Hurry.”

I was going as fast as I could, but everything was a blur. Twice more I tripped. The second time, I hit my knees so hard, I knew I’d have bruises.

Somehow, I made it to my room, opened the door and found a chair to collapse into. Then I dropped my head into my hands and wondered how the hell I kept myself from doing exactly what I promised myself I wouldn’t.

Because I wanted to.

I wanted to run away. My suitcase was still open, and in seconds, I could have that thing packed and be out the door. By the end of the day, I could be on Iriogaki and this would be nothing but a nightmare.

Her face.

God.

Her face.

It wasn’t her features, I couldn’t recall those, but as soon as her scarf had slipped below her chin, I’d been hit with a wave of revulsion. Thank God, Kumiko’s eyes had been closed.

“It’s all in our head,” Dai said, but his normally deep voice was paper thin. It wavered and broke as he tried to go on. “It wasn’t her we saw, but the curse.”

Reiji made a noise and with a thump, hit the ground. Head low, he took deep breaths as if he was trying to keep himself from passing out. Or throwing up. “She was right,” he said. “We thought we were so different. I want to leave.” He glanced up, face pale and lips white. “If I could go right now, I would.”

“I know,” I whispered. Part of me wished I’d listened to Kumiko and hadn’t seen her face, but another, much smaller though still vocal part, yelled out that it would be just as awful no matter when it happened. “But we won’t.”

“It’s not her,” Reiji said, and then, “Poor girl. No wonder she hides.”

“Can you imagine?” It was the first time Goro spoke. Trembling, he took his glasses off and pressed the heels of his palms against his closed eyes. “She knows what she shows us isn’t who she is. Guys, her whole life is made up of moments like the one we just had. Thank God she couldn’t see us.”

Dai nodded. “If the witch who cursed her ever appeared again—” He threatened what I was sure everyone who knew Kumiko wanted to do. “And last night, I judged her family for eating without her…” He stared off into space, wrapped up in wherever his thoughts had gone.

“So we agree,” I said, digging deep for confidence. “We stay.”

“Of course,” Goro answered.

“Yes,” Dai stated simply. “I won’t leave her now. Especially not now.”

“We are her friends,” Reiji said. “We’ll prove it.”

A soft knock on the door had us startling, showing just how off balance we were. I waited until my friends nodded and then stood. My body swayed and I held onto the back of the chair to get my bearings before going to answer it.

Aoi, Miori, and Fuyumi stood outside. Miori chewed her lip nervously while Aoi’s sharp gaze studied us. Fuyumi crossed her arms. “She showed you.” A statement, not a question, but I nodded anyway. “Stupid. I’ll have a car meet you downstairs. Can you be ready in an hour?”

“We’re not leaving,” Reiji answered quickly. “We’re regrouping.”

Aoi and Miori wore similar shocked expressions, but Fuyumi narrowed her eyes. “Regrouping?”

“Yes.” Goro wiped the lenses of his glasses on his shirt before putting them back on. “She asked us to leave her after she showed us. So we did.”

“What did you say?” The normally quiet Miori pushed Fuyumi aside. “Why would she tell you to leave? And if she did, why are you still here?”

“Before she showed us,” I answered. “We agreed to come back to our rooms immediately after she showed us. We didn’t say anything.”

“Not a gasp? Not a scream?” Aoi asked.

“No,” Dai replied.

“And you’re staying?” Aoi went on.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Huh.” Aoi lifted an eyebrow before turning back to her sisters. “Okay. So, they’re staying.”

“Do you see the curse?” Goro asked. No one seemed closer to Kumiko than her sisters, and from what I’d heard, they were the ones who had been able to counter the witch’s curse. Was it possible that by doing so, it somehow didn’t affect them?

“Yes,” Aoi answered. “When we look at Kumiko, we don’t see her face. Her real face.”

“How—” he began to ask but then stopped abruptly when Fuyumi took a threatening step forward.

“She’s more than her curse.” Fuyumi’s shoulders slumped. “And she’s our baby sister.”

“Every day we wish we were stronger. We wish we were able to undo what the witch did. But we were children, and the way we countered the curse was the way a child would,” Miori went on.

“With a prince’s kiss,” I said, realization dawning.

“Yes,” Miori said. “But the prince must truly love her.”
Ripley Proserpina. While Beauty Sleeps (Kindle Locations 887-930).

Now winning over the princess while not seeing her face is a challenge, but these guys are more than up to that challenge.

I loved the slow build, the incidents that complicate things even more, and the absolute love they manage to share.

Plenty of tears and laughter,Mr. Whiskers, Goro’s very large cat has quite the personality as well.

5 contented Purrs for Ripley!

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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Forge and Fire – The Replacement Book 1 By Ripley Proserpina



Forge and Fire
The Replacement Book 1
By
Ripley Proserpina

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Sticks and stones and moss and leaves… that’s what Tatiana is made of.

Tatiana is a replacement—an exchanged child—created to take the place of a perfect human baby and left in a cradle on a cold, winter night.

But twenty years later, her time is running out. The creature who made Tatiana returns and challenges everything she knows. Not only is Tatiana not human, and her family not her family, but the human world is killing her.

Determined to give her family the life—and daughter—they deserve, Tatiana journeys to a strange world, one of fire and dust, and concrete and glass. There, she’ll risk everything to find the human girl she replaced, and make things right.

But she won’t be alone. Grisha, a roamer, and Fedir, a mysterious shifter, find her and vow to help her.

And they aren’t the only ones.

Soon, Shubin, Taras, and Kopala, are caught up in Tatiana’s quest. Fascinated by this exchanged girl, the five otherworldly creatures will put their trust in her.

But hope is a fragile thing, and Tatiana’s been burned before. Will she come to believe she’s finally found a place to belong?

**Forge and Fire is a slow burn reverse harem romance**

I love the world Ripley has created for this series. The past is the beginning as the rusalka looks at the human child and desires to keep her.

Almost twenty years later the story continues as Tatiana with her mother finds she has little time to live and there is no possible cure. It’s once her father, brother and grandmother (Babusya) show up that she finds out exactly what she is.

Her Babusya lets her know in a rather brutal way and the rusalka had to come to the human world to save her. A replacement, Tatiana shouldn’t have lived beyond a few days after the exchange. However the rusalka was followed and this is when Tatiana is offered a choice.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

“Why are you here?” Tatiana asked, ignoring the fact that yet another person had pointed out her short life span.

“I saw a rusalka. And I’m a curious guy.”

“You followed her here.”

“Yes.” He shifted, moving gracefully from the floor to the bed. “Here. I can’t stay much longer, but when I saw you, I realized I had to offer you the choice.”

Tatiana stared at him in confusion. “I understand the individual words leaving your mouth, but the way you string them together makes no sense.” He laughed again, the dull light from the one lamp left in her room turning his hair the color of a summer sunset. Leaning over, he knocked her gently with his shoulder. “As a feia, you have a right to live in Korolevstvo. I’ll take you.”

“Again. No idea what you’re talking about.”

One side of Grisha’s mouth lifted in a half-smile, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “You don’t have much time left. Korolevstvo is our home. The place where people like you and me come from. You’re not meant to live here, surrounded by iron.” He let out a breath and grimaced. “It’s in the air from a hundred and fifty years of smelting. No wonder you are sick.”

Tatiana studied him. His eyes were compassionate, and he didn’t say a word as she trailed her gaze over his features and clothing, down to his shoes. “What is feia?” she asked again.

Grisha sighed. “It’s impossible to describe us, because we are everything.” His smile this time was a little wicked and had Tatiana wishing her bedroom had two doors. “It’s much easier to show you what feia are.”

Talking to Grisha was like talking in circles and riddles. He made no sense. But then again, nothing in her life made sense right now. She wanted to disbelieve him. He had to be crazy.

Except he had the same explanation as Babusya. They used the same words: exchanged child, changeling.

“I don’t trust you.”

“Nor should you!” He adjusted his position, pausing before he perched on the bed. “May I?”

She waved her hand. “Go ahead.”

“There aren’t many like you, but seeing the rusalka has piqued my curiosity. I can’t help wondering, who did you replace? Is your human counterpart alive? Hidden in Korolevstvo?” He glanced out the window and ran his fingers down his face. It made a rough sound and Tatiana found herself studying Grisha closer.

“You have stubble.” She almost lifted her hand to touch him.

He grinned. “Yes. Even if I am different, I am still male. We— most of us— grow hair on our bodies. Some of us more than others.”

“Like Bigfoot?”

“You’re trying to trick me.” He seemed to enjoy her joke. Actually, he seemed to enjoy everything she did, if his grin was anything to go by. Tatiana relaxed into her pillows. She should have been much more worried than she was, but Grisha put her at ease. “Trickery is a feia trait. I hope you’ll come to believe what I tell you. It will be the only thing to save your life.”

It may have been crazy, but Tatiana was starting to believe him. Babusya was one thing, but for Grisha to arrive so closely on the heels of her revelation…

And of course, there was the rusalka.

Was that creature her true mother? If what she said was true, she’d fashioned Tatiana and breathed life into her form. But she loved her family. Those feelings were real, weren’t they?

“Am I not real?” she asked.

Rather than put her at ease, Grisha merely shrugged. “As real as me.”

“My family is here. My mother, father, brother.” She clenched her teeth together before uttering, “And my babusya.”

“They’re not really your family,” he said, not unkindly. “They have a daughter, and she is not you.”

“Do you think she’s still alive?”

“The real you?” he asked.

Ouch. “I’m the real me,” she countered, but… “Yeah. Her.”

“Maybe, if the rusalka didn’t lose interest in the child as she got older. She came here when you were in distress, so she does have some maternal instincts.” Grisha pushed off the bed. “I don’t know how you stand it. I’m getting sick to my stomach. Are you coming or not?”

How could she leave her family? Even if they weren’t her family by birth, they were certainly the family of her heart. And it would destroy them if she just disappeared.

“Thank you, Grisha,” she said. “I can’t go with you.”

He narrowed his eyes, face wiped clean of the smile she’d gotten used to. “You’ll die here.”

She couldn’t shrug like it wouldn’t matter, but her family was more important to her than anything. And no one could tell her for sure she wouldn’t survive. She’d made it this long, hadn’t she? Grisha waited, but Tatiana could see that his skin had lost some of its glow, and between his statement and her silence, his eyes had become sunken.

“I can’t.”

As if he couldn’t wait another moment, he stood. The wind blew outside her window and he turned toward it. He tilted his head, listening, before he faced her again. “Good luck to you, exchanged girl.”

“You scared the crap out of me Grisha, but it’s been interesting. Thanks for not murdering me.”

His eyes lit up, and he laughed, but sobered quickly. “It is a waste for you to stay here.”
Ripley Proserpina. Forge and Fire: The Replacement Book 1 (Kindle Locations 455-458).

Grisha is only the first feia to make an appearance on this very strange night. For Tatiana the second one from Fedir helps her to decide on a path to bring the human Tatiana back where she belongs.

Korolevstvo is a strange and alive world, filled with many dangers and it also seemed to be poisoned. I loved the way Tatiana meets the rest of her guys Kopala, Shubin and Taras. Each of them does something to help and protect her.

Plenty of action, as we get to know this world and the feia that inhabit it. As they decide to stay together there are other problems to resolve.

I can’t wait to see this relationship grow and what other things they will face in the next book.

5 Contented Purrs for Ripley!

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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