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The Apocalypse Wow Collection – Magic and Mayhem Universe by Virginia Nelson

The Apocalypse Wow Collection
Magic and Mayhem Universe – Volume 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Virginia Nelson


It’s time to save the world, witchy style!

The Witch Element

Savannah Snickersnee swaps places with her twin and becomes tangled with the two men her sister left behind. Before she can deal with the romantic snarl, she needs to figure out why her sister went back to Assjacket—and fast. A catastrophic cluster$%&* is shaking the entire western seaboard, spilling magic throughout Seattle and causing no end of mystical chaos.

Any Witch Way but West

Sadie Snickersnee is stalked by a wraith who drains her soul and magic. When her landlady suggests she mend an amulet to destroy the wraith, Sadie’s more than willing to try just about anything to escape—even if she has to swap places with her sister and head back to her hometown. When her longtime crush shows up, she needs to not only break the enchantment, but also protect him. What’s a magical twin to do but call her sister in for help? Luckily for the universe… Snickersnees come in twos.

Love And Other Calamities

Bobsy Blatherskite saved the world—twice—but she’s alone and not sure what to do next. Love? Seems like a mundane goal, but it is what everyone else is doing, so Bobsy begins going on a series of first dates. After all, how hard can dating be? Enter Ambrose Foster—the perfect man. Or is he? She couldn’t have swiped right on the one witch hunter on the whole dating site, right?

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In this book Savannah is asked by her twin sister Sadie to switch places for a bit. This is something they haven’t done in years and they also live on opposite sides of the country. Sadie’s reasoning is a romantic dilemma that she needs some time to figure out. Apparently there are two men in love with her but she’s not sure who she loves. For Savannah that also means monitoring magical things on the west coast as her sister is supposed to do, and also follow Sadie’s schedule. Packing up she takes her time and brings only a tiny kitten that needs special care with her. Although she worries about Sadie’s owl familiar Max’s reaction to that. It bothers her most that with this switch they also have to switch familiars and Savannah’s familiar Larry, an otter was most vocal about it.

Savannah has barely gotten any information from Sadie and switched out hair and clothing before Sadie pops out, leaving her alone with Max. She doesn’t even get to unpack her suitcase when an earthquake hits and the two men Sadie is involved with show up on her doorstep.

This is a favorite scene.

Max flapped his wings again, feathers ruffled in irritation, while Savannah tried to soothe the kitten in her arms. A knock from the front door had Max’s head swiveling almost backwards to consider the interruption.

“Someone is here,” he pointed out unhelpfully.

“So can it,” Savannah replied, tugging the beret back on her head with one hand. It landed askew, but she decided it was good enough. “Owls can’t talk, remember?”

He swiveled his head back to glare at her, but she simply headed to the door to answer it.

A man stood outside Sadie’s apartment. His suit looked nice, but the shirt beneath it was rumpled and wrinkled, as if he hadn’t pressed it before yanking it on that morning. His hair hung in equal disarray, with dark curls mussed in a way that suggested he’d run his fingers through it more than once since leaving his home. His eyes really caught Savannah’s attention, though. A catlike yellow, they peered at her from under his bushy brows and expressed genuine concern.

“Sadie,” he said, jarring Savannah out of her bemused staring. The single word reminded her of the role she intended to play and that she was, for all intents and purpose, currently Sadie rather than Savannah. “Are you okay?”

“Yes?” Savannah replied, realizing perhaps too late that she didn’t know any of Sadie’s acquaintances or friends and how awkward exchanges would be until she figured out who all the people were without introductions. “Are you okay?”

His warm smile did funny things to Savannah’s belly, heating her skin until she wondered if she blushed.

“Just like you to worry about others rather than yourself,” he replied, his smile growing. “I’m fine, but that was a decent sized earthquake, and I knew you were likely here all by yourself…”

He trailed off, peering behind her while seeming to try to be less than obvious about it.

“I’m not alone,” Savannah admitted.

The man appeared crestfallen at the news. Before Savannah could say that Max and the kitten were with her, footsteps thundered up the stairs leading to the hall of apartments. “Sadie!” came a cry before another man, this one considerably slimmer and more casually dressed, appeared in the hall. “Are you okay?” he shouted.

Savannah nodded, petting the kitten in her hands. Great, another stranger. “I’m good.”

“Oh, you.” The newcomer derisively sneered at the first guy.

“Good afternoon, Maverick,” the first man said. He cut off the ‘k’ in Maverick as if the name itself tasted bad in his mouth.

“Louie,” the casually dressed guy replied. He wore a plaid button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tucked into khaki pants. On his feet? Sandals. His well-groomed beard appeared to be the exact shade of brown as the hair he’d pulled back into a bun on top of his head. “I’d say it is good to see you, but I don’t like to lie.”

Savannah smiled brilliantly at both men. Since they’d been kind enough to identify themselves, these were at least two of Sadie’s acquaintances she could address by name, furthering the illusion. “Nice to mee—”

She cut herself off before finishing the sentence. Caught off guard, she almost said nice to meet you when Sadie clearly knew them both— well, if she thought she loved them both.

“See!” she nearly shouted. “Nice to see you both!”

Both men blinked at her as if she’d gone mad, so Savannah went back to petting the kitten— a far safer pastime than talking to them.

“Did anything break? Are you okay?” Maverick asked, practically shoving past Louie to catch Savannah by the elbows. Up close, she noticed he had very nice brown eyes and smelled a bit of peppermint.

“Fine,” she managed to warble out. He stood too close to her, and she wasn’t used to people crowding into her space.

His brow furrowed, and he seemed to search her face for something. He squinted his eyes a bit, considering her carefully, for long silent moments while Savannah panicked that he’d see through her and say outright that she wasn’t Sadie. That would be just perfect, wouldn’t it? A whole lifetime of swapping places with no problems and then, whammo-kablammo, I get busted within seconds of taking over the role again.

“Don’t crowd her,” Louie said from his place in Sadie’s doorway. “Give her some space.”

Maverick backed up slowly but not before running his hands down her glittery mesh covered arms one last time as if to assure himself she was indeed intact. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I just got really worried because I know the earthquakes lately have scared you.”

Savannah’s brow crumpled as she considered his words. Was Sadie afraid of earthquakes? Should she be playing up her terror more, if she wanted them to believe she was Sadie?

Savannah honestly didn’t know.

“I’m fine,” she said, ushering both men back into the hallway. “Barely felt it. Thanks for checking on me.”

“Did you get a kitten?” Louie asked, noticing finally the creature in Savannah’s right hand. “Please don’t tell me that’s food for your owl.”

The horror on the man’s face would’ve been hilarious if not for the fact that something about his gaze made Savannah’s stomach flop in a way she wasn’t sure was good. “Yes,” she replied. “New pet. No name yet, just trying to rescue it for now.”

“A kitten?” Maverick asked, eying the creature with something like disgust. “Since when have you been into kittens?”

“Since yesterday,” Savannah lied. “Trying something new. You know me, always trying new things.”

Maverick’s brow furrowed, actual confusion obvious on his chic but handsome face. “Yeah, but a kitten?”

“I think it is adorable,” Louie said, stepping closer to Savannah to inspect the baby animal. “Hi there, little guy.”

“Girl,” Savannah managed, but it was a struggle to get the single word out. Unlike the other man, who’d crowded her in a way that left her uncomfortable, Louie didn’t reach out and grab her. Instead, he took a single fingertip and bumped it across the tiny square head of the kitten in her hand. The animal lifted its nose to sniff at the offered digit before rattling into a purr that shook its whole body. Savannah understood the cat’s response as just the smell of the man and his nearness practically made her want to purr, and he hadn’t even touched her.

“She’s lovely,” Louie said, but his eyes locked with Savannah’s when he said it.

Savannah swallowed hard.

Get it together, girl. These are the men your twin is supposedly in love with. This means no touchie.

“Thanks for checking in on me,” she quickly said. “As you can see, I’m fine and the animals are fine, so have a great day.”

She tried to close the door on them, but Maverick stuck out a foot, causing the door to jam on the extended appendage. “We planned to go to lunch today, remember? We can leave now, instead, if you have the time?”

Savannah sighed, glancing back at Max for help. The bird didn’t respond, closing his eyes lazily as if to say, “Good luck, witch. We warned you not to trade places.” Getting no help from him, her gaze tracked to the bullet journal, which she still hadn’t gotten to inspect thoroughly to verify her schedule for the day.

“Um, now is fine I guess,” she answered, but even she could hear the defeat in her tone.

For real, get it together. You’re not Savannah, you’re Sadie. How would she respond to this?

Her mind offered nothing, as helpful as the stupid owl.

“I’ll just… get my shoes,” she managed, trying again to close the door. Perhaps if they gave her a moment, she could glance at the journal and pry Max for more information about the two men.

“You’re wearing shoes,” Louie pointed out, gesturing to her sneaker-clad feet.

“Erm, yes. Other shoes.”

With that, she snapped the door closed finally and leaned against it with her eyes closed. “What have I gotten myself into?” she whispered to the kitten.

“A date, apparently,” Max hooted from across the room. “Not to mention the magical bursts your sister was supposed to be investigating. They’re what is causing the earthquakes, you know.”
Virginia Nelson. The Apocalypse Wow Collection: Magic and Mayhem Universe (Kindle Locations 282-338). Virginia Nelson.

Now Savannah has to investigate the magical bursts and hopefully do something about them. Then there’s Maverick who apparently has already figured out she’s not Sadie as he reveals over lunch. That still doesn’t help with the earthquakes that seem to be occurring far more often than usual.

Then there’s Louie, he’s very different from Maverick and she finds herself attracted to him. This could be a real problem if Sadie really loves him and not Maverick.

This is a fun and flirty read with an interesting magical problem to solve, an interesting proclamation from Baba Yaga and a couple of surprises from Sadie.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

At the end of ‘The Witch Element’, Sadie is about to reveal something important but to do that she has to start with when they switched places.

Sadie has had a wraith attached to her for years, it’s why she’s afraid of the dark. Her landlord Mrs. Dankworth knows she has the wraith, and she tells Sadie to get rid of it. She also has an idea of how to do that. She will have to complete three tasks, three being a divine number. The object she has to fix is the broken amulet her mother has. Apparently, her mother saved it because it was her failed attempt at a fertility charm. The way to get rid of the wraith is to fix that amulet, but first she had to get her hands on it.

We meet Maverick right after her visit with Mrs. Dankworth, and he has some questions for her regarding a possible other man in her life. It’s at this point she decides to switch with Savannah and things are familiar if you’ve read the first book. Sadie now has to get her hands on the amulet.

This is a favorite scene with Savannah’s familiar.

“Savannah!” her mother chirped. “So nice of you to stop by. Honey? Savannah is here. Sweetheart, are you staying for dinner?”

It was so normal, so Mom of Mom, that Sadie found herself struggling to hold back tears. She’d missed their parents more than she’d realized, apparently. “Hi, Mom,” was all she said, then hugged her mother for far too long.

Her mother brushed the hair back from her face when she emerged from the woman’s shoulder, then she said, “Is everything okay? I just saw you yesterday and usually you’re not that big of a hug fan.”

“Everything is fine, Mom. It is just really good to see you.” Their father joined them and Sadie hugged him, too, probably also for too long for a Savannah hug, but she needed the hugs.

“Are you staying for dinner, pumpkin?” their father asked.

“Yes,” Sadie replied quickly. If she stayed for dinner, she would have more time to hopefully sneak into her parent’s room, swipe the amulet, then begin to fix the enchantment.

A pop of sound next to her followed by a wash of pineapple scent warned her moments before the river otter appeared by her side.

“Hiya, Frank,” said their mother as she swept into the kitchen past him.

“Hiya, Mom,” said the otter, but it simply stared at Sadie with its beady black eyes.

“Hiya, Frank,” Sadie said to the creature. She should’ve stopped off at Sadie’s house and collected him, probably, but she was sure her sister filled in her familiar on the situation and she wouldn’t have to worry about him telling on them.

“Hello…” The creature tilted its head at her curiously. “And what are we doing here?”

“We’re going to have dinner,” Sadie replied, passing the small animal to follow her mom to the kitchen. “You should just go home. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Uh huh,” said the otter as he followed behind her closely. “Something feels sketchy.”

“Ignore him,” Sadie said simply when her mother looked at the animal in curiosity.

“So, we’re having lasagna tonight,” her mother said with a shrug. “I didn’t feel like cooking, so it is just one of those frozen ones. I didn’t know you were coming by, or I would’ve at least thrown together some dessert.”

“Lasagna is fine,” she said, even as her stomach rebelled at the thought of eating. The guilt and panic over stealing something from her parents stacked up by the second, and Sadie wasn’t sure she’d manage to eat more than a bite regardless of what her mother served.

The house looked just as it had when they’d grown up there. The same curtains blowing in the breeze, the same faded but ridiculously comfortable couch, the same smells… for a moment or two, Sadie could pretend her life was normal and she was just home for a visit.

But when her parents suggested they go out to the porch for after dinner tea, she excused herself to the restroom to have the house to herself.

She stood with her hands braced on the sink and listened as her parents brewed hot water, prepared the tea tray and headed onto the deck. It was part of their daily routine— her dad got home from work right around when her mother did. They cooked dinner side-by-side, unless one of them had some work to finish up, and then retired to the porch to watch the deer or birds in their mountain home’s backyard.

Savannah came by her love of animals honestly, as they’d been raised by parents who enjoyed the wildlife of the area, both natural and magical.

Once she was sure they were outside— she heard the sliding glass door close behind them— she crept out of the bathroom to face off with the otter waiting for her in the hallway.

“Whatcha dooin?” Frank asked with a cock of his bean shaped head.

“None of your business,” Sadie responded, striding down the hallway to their parent’s bedroom.

“You told Savannah you were here because of romantic problems, right?”

Sadie ignored him for the moment, focused on her goal. There, on the dresser where it always sat, was their mother’s black jewelry box. Inlaid with seashells and designed with a gorgeous swan on the top, the box was their mother’s prized possession. In it, she kept her mother and grandmother’s pins, broaches, necklaces and earrings as well as a few family rings.

If she hadn’t changed from when they were kids, the bottom drawer was where she kept the fertility amulet, so Sadie ignored the rest and went for that.

It was there, laying on the red velvet lined bottom of the drawer where it had always been. Sadie grabbed it, tried to ignore the shock of liquid fire that shot down her arm at touching the thing, and then stuffed it in her pocket.

She spun on her heel to find Frank, the otter familiar of her sister, staring with his mouth hanging open in horror. “Are you stealing from your parents? While pretending to be Savannah, so they’ll think she stole from them? Like, you were never my favorite, but—”

“I’m not stealing, rodent,” she muttered in annoyance. “Come with me.”

She escorted the familiar back to the bathroom, but he hesitated in the doorway. “You’re not going to hurt me for seeing you steal, are you?”

“What? No! Why on earth would I hurt my sister’s familiar?”

The otter shuffled inside but she could hear him muttering under his breath, “I never thought I’d see you steal from your parents, did I? But today is full of shocking revelations.”

Once the door was closed behind him, Sadie cast a quick privacy bubble so her parents wouldn’t overhear her talking to the otter. They’d smell the magical residue from her casting, but hopefully they’d think it was just something cosmetic as it was in the bathroom. “Look, I’m going to be honest with you.”

The otter rubbed his nose with one of his adorable paws. “You just stole but you want me to believe you’re being honest. Okay.”

She scowled at him. “I didn’t steal it. I’m borrowing it, and I’m going to fix it.”

“Why?” The otter came a bit closer to her. “Isn’t that thing a fertility charm? You want to get knocked up?”

“No!” Sadie yelped. “Why would I want that?”

For some reason, though, the image of Maverick holding a baby popped in her head unbidden, but she quickly shook it off. How scattered were her thoughts that she’d imagine him with a kid?

“It is a fertility charm, isn’t it?” Frank insisted.

“Yes, and look…” She pulled the amulet out of her pocket, gritting her teeth against the dissonant almost whine that rattled up her arm at touching the thing with bare skin. “It is broken. When I put it back soon, it will be fixed. So, you see? Not stealing. Fixing.”

“Does Savannah know you swapped places with her with the intention of stealing from your parents to ‘fix’ their fertility amulet?” the otter asked, head tilted comically.

“She’s helping with—” For a second, Sadie was at a loss, trying to remember the lie she’d told her sister. “My love life.”

“I should tell her the truth.”

“You should do nothing of the kind.” Sadie bent low to stare the little familiar right in the beady eyes. “I’m doing this to protect her and myself and my family, so you’ll keep your little gob closed, got it?”

“See, you said you wouldn’t hurt me, but I feel very threatened,” Frank replied.

“I can’t with you,” Sadie muttered, dropping the privacy bubble and stomping out of the bathroom. She joined her parents on the deck, taking a seat and a cup of tea while cricket song lit up the night air around them.

Once enough time had passed, and Sadie felt confident her parents wouldn’t think her leaving was mighty suspicious, she headed back to Savannah’s little house in a huff. It seemed like no matter what she did, she ended up being seen as the bad guy. Now that she had the amulet, though, she needed to figure out how to fix the thing.
Virginia Nelson. The Apocalypse Wow Collection: Magic and Mayhem Universe (Kindle Locations 1829-1836). Virginia Nelson.

I love that Maverick shows up and that he confesses to a secret.

Sadie has to succeed in fixing the amulet but she also needs help. More from Baba Yaga and lots of secrets divulged.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

Bobsy Blatherskite is a powerful witch, she’s saved the world a couple of times but now her thoughts are turning to love. First though she has to save the world again. Tabby, a child with lots of power is grieving and a wraith is telling her to destroy everything. Once that’s under control, Bobsy turns back to her love life and she signs up for a dating site. Her mother tries to discourage her from that path, but she already has some dates lined up.

The fun begins as she goes to the first one, lunch in the park. She meets an older grumpy gentleman first. They are interrupted by a very good-looking man who knows her name, she assumes from the website. Although when she asks if he’s Andrew365, he says his name is Ambrose. This is where things get a bit strange as they share her sandwich and then walk by the duck pond. He asks her some weird questions then shoves her in the pond and disappears.

The next date she has is not going well when Ambrose shows up again. This is a favorite scene.

Might as well enjoy the view, since she’d already hiked all the way out here and he was no longer causing a cacophony, she decided as she leaned on the railing.

The day was cool, so she’d worn a comfortable sweater which she pulled closer around herself. She’d put on makeup and, damn the bad luck, shaved for this date. It wasn’t like she’d intended to boink him on the first date, but in books, people met the love of their lives and things just happened sometimes.

She didn’t want to face the possibility of true love’s first boink without at least making sure her bits were ready for action. So shave, makeup, blow dry and flat iron the hair… the works.

Instead, she found Kevin the Caterwauler… who ironically had turned out to be a better date than Andrew365. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for online dating.

Maybe she wasn’t meant for dating at all.

She’d saved the world, after all, and fulfilled her purpose in life. Some were meant for happy ever afters, but perhaps her lot in life was to be satisfied with the lives she’d saved and nothing more?

It sounded like a terribly lonely fate, and she’d been lonely for so long already.

Morose thoughts heavy on her mind and heart— she was the savior, meant to protect the world from ending… shouldn’t she be knee deep in her happy ever after by now? Didn’t she earn it a few hundred thousand times over?— she didn’t even hear him approach her on the little platform.

“Hey,” he said, and she spun to face the guy who’d pushed her in the duck pond.

“You have a lot of balls, just meandering up to me to chat,” she said, then she wondered if he could’ve guessed she was the same woman he’d dunked from behind.

“I followed you here,” the guy said with a shrug. “Seemed rude to follow you all the way here and not even say hello.”

He was hot but weird, so she decided to return to marinating in her unhappiness. She did keep an eye on him, though. And her legs braced evenly apart, so that if he tried to shove her into the falls, she had a better chance of staying on her feet.

The weird thing was, just as the first time she’d met the stranger, she felt drawn to him. Like she knew him, or should know him, or something else vague. Her magic didn’t lean toward prognostication, though, so she didn’t give her gut reaction to him much credence.

“Who are you, anyway?” Bobsy asked. “I seem to recall you knew my name, so it seems you’re at an unfair advantage, because I can’t remember yours.”

He had been looking at her when she began speaking, but his head dropped as soon as she asked for his name. Perhaps he was shy? She’d guessed some sort of anxiety disorder the last time they’d spoken, but she hadn’t really thought about it too deeply since he’d plunged her in to swim with the fishes… or at least the duck poo.

“Do I?” he asked.

“Do you what?” she replied, confused because it wasn’t an answer to her question about his name.

“Do I have you at an advantage? Because I’m starting to think I don’t.”

Bobsy sighed, in no mood for mysterious hot men who had a history of dunking her. “Look, I’m trying to enjoy the serene view after what might have been the worst date in history—”

“Date?” Duckboy asked.

“Yes, date. You probably passed him on your way along the path to the falls.” She answered before she thought better of it, then realized he hadn’t answered any of her questions, and therefore didn’t deserve her responses to his.

She pinched her lips closed, determined not to say another peep to Duckboy, not even to cast a spell on him.

“The guy with the cartoon character tattooed in the middle of his forehead?” Duckboy responded, looking just appalled enough to earn back a half… no, a quarter of a point toward her good graces.

“His name was Kevin,” she answered, despite her plan to remain silent.

Duckboy glanced down the path then back at her. For long moments, his gaze wandered over her body in a way that was less creepy than it was considering. “He doesn’t strike me as your type, if you don’t mind me saying that.”

“What if I did?” she replied, giving up on silence since she seemed utterly incapable of not responding to this strange man for whatever reason.

“Did what?” he asked, brow furrowing.

“Mind you saying it,” she replied with a smirk of her own. She didn’t know why, but it felt as if she’d scored a point against him.

“Ambrose Foster,” he said abruptly, and his gaze locked on hers.

She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand the whys or wherefores of it, but her heartbeat sped a bit when she held his gaze. He had gorgeous lashes, lovely eyes, and a body built for sin.

Too bad he is an asshat.

“Is that your name?” she managed in a voice that came out a smidge breathier than she might have hoped. Why did she react to this man this way?

“Yeah,” he answered. “Not that it matters.”

Her head cocked and eyes narrowed as the confusion set back in. “What does that even mean?”

“Look, sorry about this,” he said, then he lurched across the distance separating them.

Her hands came up automatically to block him if he intended to shove her into the water again. She braced herself and planted her hands on his shoulders to grip him. If he tried to hurl her over the edge into the waterfalls, he was coming with her.

But he didn’t shove her. No, instead he pressed what felt suspiciously like a rock against her forehead firmly.

That close, she could smell him— he smelled wonderful, like bourbon and vanilla blended into one heady scent. His fierce expression did lovely things to her body, but she still wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“So… what part are you sorry about— lunging at me like you were gonna try to throw me over the edge or shoving a rock against my forehead?” Bobsy asked in what she thought was a reasonable tone, considering.

“Shh, give it a sec,” he replied, staring at her forehead aggressively.

“Okay,” she said with a shrug. He wasn’t hurting her, and although she had no clue what he was trying to accomplish, it was still the most action she’d seen in ages. He was attractive, smelled nice, and seemed intelligent enough.

Too bad he is weird.

After a few more long moments of him pressing a rock against her forehead, he sagged in defeat. “I thought for sure that would work.”

“What exactly were you doin?” she asked, reaching for his rock. He gave it to her with a disgruntled little huff of sound. It was a smooth stone, rounded on all corners like it had been found near water. The center was gone, and she remembered reading something about rocks with holes somewhere… “Nice rock, though.”

He reached for his rock again, but she dodged his grab easily. “Give it back,” he said.

Holding it up toward the falls, she looked through the hole. “Oh, I remember what these are for.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Well, that one is a dud.”

“You didn’t even try to look through it,” she explained. “I seem to recall these being used to look into the unknown, or into fairy worlds or something.”

“That one is powerless,” he replied with a shrug. “Dud.”

“Wait!” she said, a devious smile curling her lips. If he could be an utter weirdo, she could hold her own. “Can’t you see it?”

“See what?” he asked leaning closer to try to peer through the rock she still held out toward the water.

“If you look through the hole… I see it! Isn’t it magical?”

He stepped even closer; his gaze fixed on the rock in her hand. “Do you really see something through there? Wait… maybe I do, too…”

She snorted and chucked it over the edge, watching as it vanished in the falls below. “No, you didn’t, because people don’t look through rocks as it does literally nothing. Later, Ambrose.”

With that, she considered the day won, and she walked away.
Virginia Nelson. The Apocalypse Wow Collection: Magic and Mayhem Universe (Kindle Locations 2954-3018). Virginia Nelson.

The strangeness continues with Ambrose showing up and we get a peek at who he is.

Bobsy is confused but seriously who wouldn’t be with the crazy. There’s a really big surprise in store for these two.

I laughed and cried a bit in this one, it’s truly a delightful tale.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

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Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself.

When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects.

Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue.

Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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Kindle Worlds is Closing! Here are some of my favorite worlds and Authors within them!


Kindle Worlds will be gone forever
July 16th 2018!

This deeply saddens me, I have found many new to me authors by seeing them in these worlds.

It was always a place to find quick, inexpensive reads that blended with another author’s characters and settings.

I have heard that some of the World owners are going to continue them on their own and some will need to have an acknowledgement of the originating series before republishing. Yet others may go away completely. For some worlds no decisions have made as to their fate, as this news just broke.

This is a response to a reader friend from Amazon:

For five years, Kindle Worlds has been thriving, engaging writers and readers who enjoy writing in one another’s worlds, and we’re proud of the work we’ve done together. While we are closing Kindle Worlds, Amazon is constantly innovating on behalf of our authors and readers, and we look forward to continuing to do so.

As of May 17th, Kindle Worlds will no longer be accepting new submissions. Previously published Kindle Worlds stories will no longer be available for sale on Amazon.com on or around July 16th. The Kindle Worlds website will be closed on August 29th.

Rest assured previously purchased or borrowed Kindle Worlds stories will remain unaffected.

With that in mind and since the time is short until they are gone, I wanted to share with you some of my favorite Worlds and Authors from them. I hope you will take the time to browse through these links and possibly enjoy them as much as I have.

I put the link I have for the main world and then covers that link to Amazon for individual authors within those worlds that I have read and enjoyed.

I would also like to thank the owners of the worlds that so many wonderful authors wanted to play in, Elle James, Susan Stoker, Paige Tyler, Desiree Holt, Sable Hunter, Millie Taiden, Carly Phillips, Robyn Peterman, Cat Johnson, Eliza Gayle, Erin Nicholas, and Roxanne St.Claire.


This the first Kindle World I ventured into so I’ll start here. 

Brotherhood Protectors 

Special Forces: Operation Alpha 

Dallas Fire & Rescue 

Magic & Mayhem

Hell Yeah!!


Southern Shifters

Omega Team

Sapphire Falls

Barefoot Bay

Phoenix Agency

Paranormal Dating Agency

Dare To Love

Sassy Mates

The Firstborn Prince – Billionaire Dynasties Book 3 By Virginia Nelson

The Firstborn Prince
Billionaire Dynasties Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Virginia Nelson


Foster Boyd wants control of the family business before his brother’s escapades ruin their reputation. Since he can’t force his brother out, he needs to distract him–or reform him. Where can he find a woman willing to do anything to save his business?

Natalie Stolen was at the top of her game as image consultant to the stars. But when one of her client’s reveals a juicy secret, the media went on a feeding frenzy, taking down Natalie’s career faster than she could say “scandal.” Now in dire straits, she’s been given an offer she can’t refuse…

But what happens when the woman you hired to distract your brother is the only woman you can’t stop thinking about?

Each book in the Billionaire Dynasties series is STAND ALONE.
* The Penthouse Prince
* The Irish Prince
* The Firstborn Prince

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Ah so many rules for these twin brothers to follow, and one they have self imposed. However for Natalie, the biggest issue was her attraction to Foster, the older of the two.

Not that shining up the reps of these bad boy billionaire’s was going to be easy. The paparazzi follow them around like flies to honey because they know they’ll get some sort of dirt before the evening was done.

The actual goal was supposed to be distract Foster’s twin but unfortunately it seems he is the one being distracted. It becomes more and more apparent that this is the one woman Foster couldn’t adhere to his self imposed one and done rule.

Even as these guys start doing the right thing and get publicity for the good, Natalie gets thrown into the mudslinging. Not the way she anticipated revitalizing her defunct career.

The rules set by Natalie for the twins and their reactions are hysterical.

Sexy, funny and in my opinion an accurate depiction of the paparazzi.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

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When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects.

Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue.

Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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Taming Tabitha – A Bond of Three Book 1 by Virginia Nelson

Taming Tabitha
Bond of Three Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Virginia Nelson


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As a Seer, Tabitha has always known the day would come when she’d have to face her destiny and succumb to her future mate, as only then would her powers fall fully under her command. Tradition dictates that Tabitha run, forcing her intended to prove his worth—and his desire. But it is the discovery that Tabitha is destined for two mates, creating a bond of three—unheard of among her people—that sends her running faster than she’d ever expected.

Gage and Lancaster have been chasing Tabitha for over a decade. Though sharing goes against their basest instincts, the primal urge to find and seduce Tabitha overrides any desire to fight between themselves. As Gage and Lancaster close in, Tabitha must face the truth—though her people may scorn a bond of three, there’s nothing on earth strong enough to destroy the chemistry and soul-deep longing Tabitha feels when she finally stands her ground and faces her men.

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This book is quite the concept. Female seers having to run at the time of mating, and only the male hunters destined for them are able to catch them.

In Tabitha’s case she has been running and avoiding the hunters she is sure are her mates for ten years. They aren’t as patient this time around and apparently have formed an alliance.

This is a favorite scene when she trips their trap.

The whish of sound warned her, but not in enough time for her to dodge the net that snared her feet from the ground and whipped her into the air. The breath pushed out of her wheezing lungs and she gripped at the sides of the net, seeking some kind of stability as the whole thing waved back and forth between the trees.

A laugh sounded far below, and she craned her neck to try to see them in the dark. “Hey, Tabitha. You ran into a trap.”

She recognized Gage’s voice, even if she couldn’t see him lurking in the shadows. “Yeah, I noticed that. Don’t suppose you’d be a pal and cut me down?”

“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll let you down.” His amused tone confirmed both her visions and her supposition. The men were working together to catch her.

“We?” She asked the question aloud, as if she didn’t know Lancaster closed in on the clearing even as they spoke.

While Lancaster smelled of brandy and wicked pleasures best saved for the cover of night, the scent of Gage teased at her nostrils. As crisp as the white of his hair, Gage smelled of mint and the cold breath of frost from a snowy morning. The combination of the two males, both so obviously ready to mate based on the heady fragrance in the wind, left her a little dizzy and almost drunk on repressed passions.

“You knew we’d come for you.” His tone was a jagged shard of vocal power, meant to ready her body for his claiming. It took her a moment to scrape enough logic together past the shivers the sound caused on her skin to discern his meaning. When she did, her lips curled. Apparently, Gage wasn’t in the mood to play coy.

“Did it seriously take two of you to catch me?” Just because he was shoving power around like he had it to spare didn’t mean she wasn’t in the mood to play verbal banter.

“You knew it would be us. And since we both won you…” He let the sentence dangle and her nipples hardened in reaction. With one hand, she rubbed across them, hoping to lower her reaction and instead amplified her own need. Technically, since they’d both caught her, they could share her.

Men of their kind weren’t willing to share a mate, none she’d ever known of in all her travels. Too possessive, too dominant…they didn’t want someone else to touch their mate, certainly not for the remainder of their whole lives. Mates were for a lifetime and their lifetimes were longer than most creatures.

The idea of two men, though, had long fascinated Tabitha, even if it was taboo. She’d seen mortals in such relationships and something about the idea of being sandwiched between two men, their scents twined and both determined to please her caused a forbidden thrill. Not that she’d admit it. They’d have much power over her already as mate. No sense giving them big heads on top of it. “You have to admit, Gage, it’s pretty badass that it took two boys to take down one girl.”

“He doesn’t have to admit anything.” The rumble of sound echoed through the trees, laced with power and vibrating through his barrel of a chest. Still unable to see them, Tabitha didn’t have a problem imagining Lancaster below, speaking in his deep bass up at her. Huge shoulders, giant hands and a voice like a foghorn, Lancaster was as big as he was dark. Dark skin, dark hair and chocolate brown eyes—many other women wished for him to claim them. She’d seen her friends watching him, whispering, but he’d stayed as unclaimed as Tabitha as years rolled by.
Nelson, Virginia. Taming Tabitha (Bond of Three Book 1) (Kindle Locations 121-140). After Glows Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This book heats up to sizzling from here on out. Even as Tabitha has visions that leave questions about the future.

Be sure to hydrate as this book will have you panting and in need of a cold shower or a romp with your significant other.

I can’t wait for the next book to see how this tale evolves.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

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When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects.

Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue.

Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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Countdown to Christmas: A Merrily Matched Christmas

Unwrapped in time for Christmas 2017!

Snuggle up with new holiday favorites for a kiss under the mistletoe. From handsome strangers to second chances, this collection will keep your heart warm and toasty this holiday season! So grab some eggnog and a blanket and curl up by the fire with a sexy new book boyfriend!

A Merrily Matched Christmas
Six Holiday Novellettes
Virgina Nelson
Ashelyn Drake
River Ford
Beth Fred
Cate Grimm
Lily Vega


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A Merry Matchmaker Mess
USA Today Bestselling Author
Virginia Nelson
Veronica “Ronnie” Murray loved fixer-upper projects, and she’d never met one as challenging as her absentminded and sometimes grumpy genius coworker, Elijah Conrad. She’s determined to help him find love, but a stolen Christmas kiss has her more than a little conflicted.

I have to say I love Ronnie, she’s quirky, mischievous and generous. However like many of us, she doesn’t see what’s right in front of her.

Elijah, is lonely. Something he discovers as he spends more time with Ronnie. He finds it ironic that she keeps pushing single women his way but really he wants her.

This is a favorite scene as they get to know each other.

Then she was taking a step back and laughing a bit nervously. “Sorry, I’m flighty—everyone says so. Never watch where I’m going.”

“You’re not flighty,” he corrected with a scowl. “Animals are great.”

“Sorry?” she asked, looking confused.

Stepping very intentionally into her space, he did what he’d been longing to do for months. He reached out and brushed the hair back behind one of her ears, stroking his fingertips down her lobe before touching the hidden hot pink hair beneath. He’d wondered if it would be as soft as the rest of her hair looked or if it would feel dried out or harder due to the color.

Soft and sleek, he found. Warm from her scalp and slipping through his fingers with the speed and silky slipperiness of sand through his hands at the beach. A soft flush touched her cheeks and she didn’t move away as he said very slowly, “I like animals. You asked what I thought about animals, and I was answering you. I like animals, although I’m not sure I’d ever want to own a goat.”

He turned and walked away from her before her startled flush tempted him to do more—to duck down and steal that kiss he’d been thinking about, or maybe twine their fingertips.

“Hey!” she yelped, springing into motion. “Wait up!”

“Not going anywhere, Veronica.” He liked the way her name slid off his tongue—all those syllables because she was fascinating and her name should be, too. “Just grabbing a loaf of bread.”

“Why not a goat?” she asked.

He didn’t resist the smile that tugged his lips upward. “They eat anything, and I have a lot of expensive cords and devices. I’d hate to bring an animal into my home that might chew up my phone.”

Her nose scrunched delicately. “Who brings a goat in the house?”

“A responsible goat owner,” he said, smile stretching further.

“That’s the weirdest thing I think you’ve ever said in my presence, Elijah Conrad.”

“Just wait,” he advised. “We’re just getting to know one another. I’m sure I’ll come up with some weirder stuff, given time.”
Nelson, Virginia. A Merrily Matched Christmas (Kindle Locations 798-817). Kindle Edition.

A fun, sometimes silly, with a just touch of snark, holiday read.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

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Lovers of Christmas Past
USA Today Bestselling Author
Ashelyn Drake
Nick Masters never got over Holly Michaels leaving him at the altar five years ago. Now, he’s volunteered to play the part of Santa at the children’s center’s Christmas celebration to get close to Holly again. Can he convince her he’s worth a second chance?

When a bride leaves the groom at the alter, there’s always a good reason. In Holly’s case the reason was children, and since Nick didn’t want them she couldn’t face a life not ever being a mother.

Nick hasn’t gotten over the fact he was left at the alter, but over the years he has changed his mind about children.

This is a favorite scene when she kind of gets trapped into a dinner date with Nick.

I’ve always liked April, but right now I could kiss her. She just pushed Holly into my waiting arms.

“Perfect. Do you need to go home first or are you good to go as is?” I’m hoping she’ll opt to go home first. I’d love to see where she lives and maybe convince her to spend the night in with me. I want her all to myself to find out if she still feels what I do between us.

“I’m fine like this,” she says.

“Great.” I force a smile on my face and motion for her to lead the way out of the office. She walks past April, glaring at her.

April hesitates, a smile on her face, and then she whispers to me, “You’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” I whisper back.

Holly starts for the back door but then hesitates. “Oh, how should we do this? I’m parked in the back. Do you want me to follow you, or do you want to follow me?”

It’s like she’s determined to keep space between us.

“Why don’t I drive and I’ll bring you back to your car after dinner?”

She doesn’t respond right away, and I’m sure she’s trying to come up with a reason why this plan wouldn’t work. She can’t, though. “Okay, I guess.”

I start for the front door and hold it open for her. Instead of walking through it, she pauses. “Oh, I forgot my coat in my office. Just give me a second.”

“No worries,” I say, removing my jacket. “You know I’m always hot.”

She pauses at my words, and I realize how that must have sounded to her.

“I mean, I don’t get cold easily.” I force a laugh. “Remember I used to wear shorts well into December? I can’t do that anymore, but…” I’m babbling like a frickin’ idiot.

She smiles. “You still ramble when you’re nervous, huh?”

I sigh. “What can I say? You still have that effect on me.”
Nelson, Virginia. A Merrily Matched Christmas (Kindle Locations 261-267). Kindle Edition.

I have to say I sniffled a lot in this one. There’s a lot of love, children, Santa and well everything that makes Christmas, Christmas.

A thoroughly enjoyable read with just the right amount of heat!

5 Contented Purrs for Ashelyn!

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A Christmas Prayer
River Ford
Lindsey prays that moving east with her two year-old daughter will give them both the life they deserve. A car accident leaves her stranded in the middle of Wyoming. Jake comes to her rescue, and if Lindsey can learn to trust, they may find that love is the answer to both of their prayers.

Lindsay has been thrown the worst curve of her life. Now on the road with her daughter to stay with her brother, she ends up in a huge snowdrift when a truck speeds by her and she over corrects in the blast of snow.

Jake had been some distance behind her and saw her go off the road. In the middle of relative nowhere, he knew help would be a long time coming if he didn’t stop. Sometimes, prayer or fate, whatever you choose to call it, works.

This is a favorite scene as Jake gets her settled in his family’s not yet opened bed and breakfast.

Lindsey looked physically and emotionally worn out. She slumped in the chair with circles under her puffy eyes. The seat belt mark was lighter, but she’d have a burn mark for a few more days. She tried to sit straighter, her hand moving halfway to her hair before she let it rest on the table.

“Jessica was telling me she’d like you to stay for Christmas. We’d love to have you here, but didn’t you mention a brother?” Jake almost winced. Smooth. He just didn’t know how to ease into things, but he’d work on it.
Lindsey looked from Jessica to Jake and back. “Yes, I’m heading to his house. He sent me a key to his apartment.”

“Wait, he won’t be there?” Jessica asked.

“Not until after New Year’s.”

“Then you should stay here. There’s loads of fun stuff coming up in town. The dance at the resort, and we still need to decorate the tree for the front parlor. I bet Katie would love that.” Jessica fairly danced in place.

“I already feel like I’m intruding on your family time.” Lindsey glanced at Marion, then refocused on Jake. “Maybe we should see about my car and then I’ll think about it.”

Jake nodded. “TJ is headed out there now. It’ll take him a while to bring it in and look it over. If you want, Dad and I will play with Katie so you can get a nap. You look worn out.”

Jessica elbowed him in the side. When he glanced at her, she rolled her eyes.

“What?” he whispered.

“You’re hopeless.” Jessica threw her hands in the air. “I’ll keep an eye on the men while they watch Katie.”

Marion laughed. “They’ll be fine, Jessica. You need to help me bring the decorations down from the attic.” She stood and pulled Lindsey to her feet. “You do need some sleep though. Come with me.”

“But I want to play with Katie too.” Jessica put on an exaggerated pouty face making them all laugh.

“Thank you. All of you.” Lindsey’s eyes looked watery, but she didn’t cry. “If Katie needs me, please come get me.”

“Will do.” Jake watched his mom lead Lindsey out the door.

Jessica punched him again. “What was that for?” he asked.

“You’re supposed to make her want to stay, not tell her she looks tired. No woman likes to hear that.”
Nelson, Virginia. A Merrily Matched Christmas (Kindle Locations 1333-1354). Kindle Edition.

A sweet fun filled read, with all the components of that make a perfect Christmas.

5 Contented Purrs for River!

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All I Want for Christmas Is My Book Boyfriend
Beth Fred
Katie doesn’t need a real boyfriend when she has the perfect book boyfriend, but when she ends up on a Christmas cruise–of sorts–alone with Eledon she finds the mutual attraction hard to ignore. Can Katie find a real happily ever after or is she destined to live in books?

This one had me cracking up right from reading the blurb. I mean who doesn’t want to meet their book boyfriend in a guy that’s not make-believe.

Of course the book makes me tear up at the beginning, with a selfless act by Katie. Then it has me laughing with the alternate plan made possible by ‘Santa’.

This is a favorite scene as her ‘cruise’ to Jamaica get off to an unusual start.

“You dock this boat right now, or I’ll have you arrested for kidnapping.”

Eledon laughed. “But you have your ticket. I’m sure no one would believe I stole you away.”

“What happened to the couple you mentioned?”

“I called Ryan to make sure he was okay before I pulled the anchor. Pete told him they were flying down to meet us and would sail back with us. Ryan might be able to fly in to.”

“Why would you pull the anchor without even asking me?”

He held her gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I needed permission to pull my anchor back up to my boat. You were sleeping and since you seemed a bit…” He paused as if considering his words. “Tightly wound, I thought you could use the sleep.”

“The whole night, though?”

He held her gaze. “That generally is what people do at night.”

She shook her head. “You need permission to cart me off to Jamaica with you.”

“I kind of thought I had your permission when you came aboard and then sent my friend home.”

“Your friend is very lucky I happened to be here. If he had waited much longer, his illness would be a whole lot worse.”

“All the same, you seemed to be in complete control of the situation. If you didn’t want to be here, you should have left.”

She folded her hands in front of her, inhaled, and exhaled, the way Eliam taught Elizabeth to do. Finding enough calm to settle herself, she lifted her head and met his gaze. “I will pay you to dock and let me off.”

His grin grew wider.

She noticed a dimple. That dimple made it harder not to stare. This man was gorgeous.

“If you give me money, I’ll throw it overboard.”

She bit her lip. “Well, then just let me off.”



He laughed. “I have no idea why, but I enjoy seeing Dr. Fake Nails in a situation she can’t control.”

Her cheeks heated, and she bit the inside of her lips to keep from smiling. His confession both infuriated and elated her. “That’s horrible. You don’t even know me and you enjoy seeing me upset. What kind of monster are you?”

He leaned in and whispered, “The kind that makes you blush.”
Nelson, Virginia. A Merrily Matched Christmas (Kindle Locations 2076-2098). Kindle Edition.

The snark, the ‘book boyfriend’, hold your breath unexpected, and things that bring tears, make this a perfect holiday read.

5 Contented Purrs for Beth!

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A Cowboy for Christmas
Cate Grimm
Fashionista Sarah Jayne traded in her Laredos for Louboutins and planned to make it big in New York City. When her life in the Big Apple falls apart, she comes home to Love, Texas and runs into Cody Hayes. Will Love, Texas be the perfect place for two people with wanderlust to find a happily ever

I love second chance love, and this one has it in spades.

Cody and Sarah have each pursued different goals, far away from Love, Texas. She opened a boutique in Manhattan, and he travels the world photographing anything with a story behind it.

They both end up in Texas for Christmas, Cody with his son, and Sarah without the fiancé she expected to bring.

This is a favorite scene as Sarah tells her Aunt about Cody and his son being in town.

“Speaking of worthy men. Guess who I saw at the airport last night?” Sarah tried to force a bit of breezy nonchalance into her tone when she added. “Cody.”

“The Hayes boy? Now there’s a nomad if ever I saw one. I seem to remember him being the no strings attached type.” Aunt Jo was right about that. Except, Cody had said he wasn’t quite so opposed to strings.

“He seems to be warming to the strings. He has a son now.”

“I had no idea he’d married,” Aunt Jo said. “Ellen never said anything. I would have expected her to be shouting that from the rooftops.”

“Cody’s not married,” Sarah said.” His son’s name is Davie and he’s eight.”

“An eight-year-old definitely comes with strings,” Aunt Jo said. “And they tie your heart up with a bow.”

“But, I’m not sure those strings will lead to roots.” Sarah wasn’t even sure Cody wanted roots. “Maybe the strings between him and Davie are enough.”

“Maybe that’s worth exploring while you’re here. Since you don’t have other plans.”

“Maybe.” Exasperated with her inability to make a firm decision about anything right now, Sarah said, “Maybe I should just wrap myself up in a Christmas bow and offer him a no strings affair.”

Aunt Jo leaned in, patted Sarah’s knee and said, “Maybe you should.” Then she stood and added, “Right now, maybe you should be neighborly and say hello. I’m sure I need to borrow a cup of sugar from Ellen.”
Nelson, Virginia. A Merrily Matched Christmas (Kindle Locations 2857-2869). Kindle Edition.

Laughter and fun with some steamy thrown in for good measure. Blending of the past and present, plus some Christmas activities I’m sure will trigger memories of your own.

5 Contented Purrs for Cate!

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Merry Mismatch
Lily Vega
Stick-in-the-mud Director of Finance Aaron gets under edgy party girl Zara’s skin. Can they survive the Windy City Gaming’s holiday retreat in spite of their growing attraction and Aaron’s ex-girlfriend’s quest to eliminate the competition by getting Zara fired?

It truly sucks when your immediate boss is the ex of the company owner. Zara knows there’s a good chance she’s going to lose her job at Windy City Gaming, but she’s going to pitch her game, and try to save her favorite from the axe.

Aaron knows Zara is the one who taunts his OCD by changing out his office supplies and rearranging his desk slightly. He finds it amusing, and he likes her far more than he’d care to admit. He knows that work-place romances can end up quite uncomfortable when things end.

This is a favorite scene as Aaron picks Zara up for the ride to the retreat.

Thank goodness Zara volunteered for the trip. Cheryl had been acting strangely. He worried one of her goals for the trip was a reconciliation. He didn’t want to get back together with Cheryl. Zara was the person he couldn’t get off his mind.

Her unpredictability was as exhilarating as it was frightening. Until he met her, he’d thought himself allergic to surprises.

She was off limits. Unfortunately, his libido didn’t get the memo on his ban on dating company employees.

He poured a dollop of coconut milk into his coffee, added a couple of packets of raw sugar, and stirred before taking a sip. Different than he was used to, but not bad. The drink could grow on him like Zara had.

Something rubbed against his leg. He jerked and splattered coffee on his shirt.

A black cat blinked up at him. “Licorice likes you.”

Zara reached around him to scratch behind the cat’s ears. Her scent, a combination of rose and vanilla, stirred his desire.

“I like licorice,” he said, “but not the cat kind. I’m a dog person.”

“What kind of dog do you have?”

“I don’t have a dog. Well, I did have one. Tiny is a toy poodle.” He hadn’t argued when Cheryl insisted on keeping the dog, but he missed being greeted when he came home from work. Even if the one doing the greeting was dyed cotton candy pink.

“Losing your pet must have been awful.” She scooped up the cat. “Poodle, huh? I never pictured you with a purse-sized pet. I figured you’d own a big dog.”

“Tiny has too much energy to be contained. Will the cat be okay while you’re gone?”

“My neighbor will be watching Licorice.” She gave her pet one last cuddle and placed him on the floor.

“She has a key?” He really needed to have a chat with her about security.

“Yes, he does. Warren bails me out whenever I accidentally lock myself out.”
The idea of a strange man having 24/7 access to Zara’s apartment twisted his insides.

“Does that happen often?” He pictured a guy who fit perfectly in her life, someone spontaneous and quirky just like her. His polar opposite.

She shrugged. “Enough that I was glad he hung on to the key after we broke up.”

“We should get on the road. There’s a winter storm advisory.” His words came out clipped and formal as though they were at work rather than in her kitchen chatting about former lovers.
Nelson, Virginia. A Merrily Matched Christmas (Kindle Locations 3365-3387). Kindle Edition.

The retreat proved to be more of set up by Cheryl made even worse by the fact they were the only ones in attendance and it was pretty obvious she planned on having Aaron in her bed.

I loved how Aaron and Zara got to know each other better in spite of Cheryl. Even with the overtones of a holiday firing, this story was heartwarming, fun and sizzling.

5 Contented Purrs for Lily!

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The Irish Prince
The Billionaire Dynasties Book 2
Virginia Nelson


CEO Aiden Kelley’s life of billionaire extravagance is flipped upside down when his ex shows up with a ten-year-old she claims is his. Totally out of his element and losing the control so integral to his success, he needs help. To top it all off, the only constant woman in his life, his executive assistant, has given notice just when he needs her help to survive his newfound fatherhood.

Chelsea Houston is an executive assistant, not a nanny. The only person more clueless about kids is her boss. Helping him on a daddy-daughter road trip is her last task before he’ll accept her two weeks’ notice and she can be free of the infuriating man she’s had a crush on for longer than she’d admit.

Aiden’s carefully ordered life has never been so disorganized, and he’s suddenly tempted by the things he thought he could never have. Things like love and family. Who knew chaos could be so damn fun?

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For Chelsea finding feminine lingerie scattered in her office is the last straw. She is giving her two weeks notice today and will not be talked out of it. For too many years she has been the best executive assistant she can be, and falling for her boss is very unprofessional.

Aiden has his world upended when Margo,his ex from ten years ago, shows up with a surprise. He has a daughter and she has kept her away from him all this time. Not an easy feat when she is as much in the public eye as he is.

In order to get to know his daughter Waverly, a trip to the Grand Canyon is agreed upon. Now he has to convince Chelsea to go with them.

Mind you it’s not so much his words that convince Chelsea, it’s his actions, as shown in on of my favorite scenes.

Not me, she decided. No way in hell am I signing up for that job.

There were about a hundred reasons she should back away quickly from the whole situation. For one, Aiden was her boss, but she’d told him she was quitting. And even if she wasn’t on her way out the door, mixing business with pleasure was always a bad idea. In this case, her time remaining with the company would be far better spent interviewing possible candidates for her job and then training the new hire. Not gallivanting off on a personal trip with her soon-to-be- former boss.

For two, she was already attracted to the man. She knew that and recognized the weakness it represented. Spending alone time with him, intimate time when the line between boss and employee blurred…unwise, to say the least. It would be one giant mind game with herself to continue to recognize that Aiden was not the man for her.

Even if he did have one of the best asses she’d ever seen in a suit. She couldn’t begin to imagine what those broad shoulders of his would look like out of said suit. Well, hell, that was a lie. She could imagine and had spent many a bored hour between meetings doing just that.

Further, if she agreed to this trip, who would keep things going in the office? Just the day-to-day stuff in the interim would be enough reason for her not to leave the office, especially if he was out and off the map for the duration of his little adventure.

That last one seemed rather feeble, even to herself. But the one reason she couldn’t deny? Even if she removed every single reason why dating him was a bad idea, she was gone in two weeks. And as much as she’d love to taste his body as many times as she could before she left, she wasn’t about to rock a ship that had just taken on board his newfound daughter.

So, as she rested her hand on her office door, she braced herself to go inside. The answer was a no, plain and simple, nothing more to think about. She simply couldn’t afford to cave and agree to go on this trip with Aiden and Waverley.

She opened the door and saw Waverley looking at her father like he was nuts and him pouring the kid a cappuccino. The scone in front of Waverley sat untouched, and the child gazed at Chelsea as if she was a savior—come to rescue her from the inept handling of her well-meaning father.

“Whatcha doing, Aiden?” Chelsea asked, although it looked pretty clear. He was trying to offer his ten-year-old daughter coffee and a scone for lunch. Although that same lunch would’ve been top ten on Chelsea’s list of lunch favorites, she somehow doubted— both from the kid’s expression and logic—that it was typically served to her at home or elsewhere.

“We’re about to have lunch. I was hoping you’d join us so we could revisit the Grand Canyon discussion.” He looked so damned adorable and unaware as he was fumbling that a piece of her heart melted, just a little.

I know I’m going to regret this.

“I’ve decided I’ll go on the trip.” Picking up her office phone, she glanced at Waverley. “What kind of pizza do you like, kid?”

Waverley smiled at her, placing the coffee cup carefully on Chelsea’s desk and only sloshing a little onto the shining, ass print-free mahogany. “Pepperoni.”
Nelson,Virgina. The Irish Prince(Kindle Locations 276-310). Kindle Edition.

I laughed so hard at the antics on this trip. The assumptions Aiden makes are hysterical and the way they are handled… priceless.

Waverly is a joy to get to know and is snarky and adorable as she plots and plans.

We get to see Camden and Jeanie from ‘The Penthouse Prince’ in this one as well. I love the dynamic of this couple and the spin it puts on this book.

Plenty of heat and lots of laughs.

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My Review of Virginia Nelson’s The Penthouse Prince – The Billionaire Dynasties Book 1

The Penthouse Prince
The Billionaire Dynasties Book 1
Virginia Nelson


Single mom Jeanie Long was trying to save her butt at work by reporting her manager to the company owner. Instead, she finds herself greeted warmly by gorgeous company CEO Camden James…and introduced to his father as his fiancée. Now she’s been hired—complete with a hefty pay raise—to be the fake fiancée of the infamous “Penthouse Prince.”

Camden doesn’t believe in love. He believes in mutually beneficial business arrangements. With his real fiancée off cheating on him, Camden needs someone to help him prove to his father that he’s definitely ready to marry. Yet Jeanie’s combination of beauty and bluntness act like an aphrodisiac, and their “for the press” kisses look incredibly real. So real that Jeanie and Camden are either really convincing actors…or they’ve fallen for their own charade.

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Camden James is a wealthy playboy who regularly hits the gossip pages. Dubbed by the press as the Penthouse Prince, women come and go from his life like discarded toys. When he finally has a fiancé she goes off and cheats on him, he needs a solution quickly. One that comes in the form of an employee sneaking her way up to his domain in order to report her manager and hopefully avoid being fired.

Jeanie didn’t have an appointment, she followed at just the right interval a group of men headed for a conference room. She doesn’t get the chance to escape to an office though as they usher her into the room. The next thing she knows she is being introduced by Camden James to his father, the CEO as his fiancé.

Much negotiation ensues as Camden hastily draws up a contract for his fake fiancé. A slight complication is her child, one he embraces as he further plans their engagement period.

A favorite scene is once he has her ensconced in his penthouse and she has met his bestfriend and lawyer Lowe.

Camden clenched the frame of the door, and Lowe poured a drink at the bar.

“She’s beautiful,” Lowe said. “You didn’t mention that.”

“You’re right. I didn’t.”

Sleep. He really needed to get some sleep. Exhaustion left him jagged, oversensitive, like some walking exposed nerve. He wouldn’t be bothered, if he wasn’t so tired, at the tension in the room between his fake fiancée and his best friend. She was a pawn on the chessboard, and he was positioning her to pretend to be his queen—nothing more.

“She’s attractive enough,” he said. But he knew the truth. She wasn’t beautiful in the stereotypical sense, not like the supermodels he normally dated. She wasn’t just attractive enough. She was more than enough. His lips were still on fire from the last kiss they’d shared.

“Hmm…I can understand why you didn’t mention it. A gorgeous woman like that, no wonder you felt she was right for the job.”

Lowe didn’t seem to notice a muscle twitched in Camden’s jaw—a good thing since he didn’t understand his response and couldn’t explain it if his friend asked.

“I’m going to need your help to pull this off. Even if it doesn’t last long, this is going to be tricky. Also, I need you to make sure the lawyers are working double time since I bought breathing room, but not much of it.” He joined Lowe at the bar, then poured two fingers of whiskey and slung it back.

“Understood.” Swirling his drink around, Lowe seemed lost in thought.

“What? Say it. I can tell you’re thinking something so hard, you’re just bursting to say it.”

“You like her.”

Snorting, Camden slammed his glass back down on the polished wood a bit harder than he needed to. “Right place, right time. We discussed this.”

“Any number of women might have fit the bill. You picked her.”

Camden shrugged and paced the room. “I picked her, and now we work with it.”

“You picked her.”

Facing him, Camden risked eye contact. “So? I picked her.”

“You’ve never picked any of the women of your life. Either they were handy, offered themselves up, or you knew they would piss off your father, so you dated them…or he picked them and you danced like a puppet. Her? You picked this one. You didn’t have to jump at that moment, you could have planned this out better, but you didn’t. That’s a choice, even if it was a rash one.” Lowe arched one brow, a characteristic expression. “I think it means something.”

“Hardly.” The denial tasted like a lie.

“Rumor has it your actual fiancée boarded a plane the minute the news of your new fiancée broke, heading back home. She hasn’t released a statement yet.”

“Waste of her time. I’m not going to meet with her while I’ve got Jeanie installed in this position. And I don’t like Jeanie. I just met her.” He realized going back to the topic would show vulnerability…moments after the words escaped.

“Ah, and it bugs you, liking her. Cam, I’ve known you far too long for you to lie to me. Lie to the press, lie to your Dad, do what you have to do…but you can’t bullshit a bullshitter.” Lowe toasted him before swallowing the whiskey and placing his glass on the bar.

“I find her interesting.” Admitting it hurt nothing, he rationalized. “She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met, not so far. I’m sure it’s just the puzzle. Once I figure her out, she’ll become less interesting.”

Lowe’s laughter rang out. “Hey, man, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Nothing helped him sleep at night. Insomnia was his worst enemy. Not even Lowe knew that little truth. “I want you to stay away from her.” The request surprised him, as did the vehemence in his tone, but he meant it, so he rounded on Lowe to fix him with a stare. “I mean that.”

Adjusting his tie, Lowe smirked. “As long as she’s your fiancée, I’ll keep my distance.”

Relief flooded Camden, but he refused to consider the whys of it right then.

Following Lowe out of the room, Camden breathed a little easier.

As Lowe stopped, waited, and finally turned, Camden recognized his expression and knew his relief would be short-lived before Lowe even spoke. “The minute you’re split, though, she becomes fair game.”

Camden didn’t have a response, so he didn’t answer.
Nelson, Virginia. Penthouse Prince (Entangled Indulgence) (Kindle Locations 469-505). Entangled Publishing, LLC. Kindle Edition.

A world where deceit is the name of the game and finding love is not the norm. These two hit it off from the beginning but Camden doesn’t believe love exists.

Just doing the job becomes increasingly more difficult as Jeanie finds herself falling for the Penthouse Prince.

A delightful read as Jeanie is transformed, not without snark, into the Penthouse Princess and drama ensues from blackmail to sizzling sex. You will be guessing as to how these two can ever stay together.

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When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects.

Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue.

Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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Elite Elements
A Seven Novel Cohesive Military Romance Boxed Set

Seven novels from some New York Times, USA Today and award winning bestselling authors! Seven individual novels that create one giant book! One story leading into the next into the next! This is the conclusion of the hunt for Red Wolf including all the characters you love from Elite Metal and Elite Ghosts!


Elite Elements

Book Three in the Elite Warriors Series

For most of their lives they’ve lived in the shadows, pulled from every nation and background, united by one common cause—an all-consuming hatred of Red Wolf. The unquenchable desire to rid the world of his very existence fuels them, drives them.

These men and women pulled the fallen Elite from the snow-covered wreckage of Operation Phoenix years ago. To some they’re called saviors. To others they’re called traitors.

As Red Wolf’s power grows, the end game they’ve sacrificed everything for may destroy them all. Or just maybe they’ll finally find the peace they’ve been hunting for.

Revenge is their salvation but is there enough humanity left inside them to save?

A new end. A new beginning. Elite Elements.



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Satisfying SiliconVirginia Nelson

Lady Dead may be number five on his hit list, but she trusts that Silicon will come for her. Save her or kill her… either way, it’ll be a hot ride.

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Cesium’s CaptureSabrina York

The mission is all that matters…until he meets her.

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It’s not the size of the gun that makes a warrior, but the strength of her convictions.

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Palladium’s ConfessionSaranna DeWylde

A defrocked priest and his benediction of death are no match for this BBW on a mission.

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Francium’s ChanceRebecca Royce

Just because he’s on the right side of the fight doesn’t mean she can trust him.

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Asset: ArsenicHeather Long

Arsenic is playing a dangerous game, but one with hefty payout—Red Wolf’s head on a platter.

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Kryptonite’s OxygenJennifer Kacey

To rid the world of the deadliest wolf a broken girl must trust her kryptonite.

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Happy New Year 2017!


As we enter this New Year, I want to thank all the Authors, Publishers and Publicity Groups that have contributed to my blog in 2016. Not only in ARCs but also in recommendations of new authors.

I look forward to reading and reviewing many new books this year. Some by new authors and others by authors I have come to love.

Each new book I read is a journey to a new adventure, a new love and new experiences for the heroes and heroines.

Thank You All For Your Love and Support!
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Carol LaGatta

Reviewing the Black Hills Wolves: Wolf on A Leash by Virginia Nelson – BHW #15


Wolf On A Leash
Black Hills Wolves #15
Virginia Nelson


Summer Blurb

Longtime submissive, Patch Williams, never quite finds the release she seeks. When a new Dom comes to town, offering play she’s never tried before, it’s a battle to give into the pleasure he offers while keeping her wolf nature a secret.

Home from overseas service, Kennedy Laurie realizes a few things about himself—he only gets off when a little sadism is involved, and he’s terrified of going too far, getting lost in the play. Patch might be just the submissive he’s been dreaming of.

Patch recognizes the call to mate…but with an out-of-towner? Her body demands for her to submit, to tell him everything, but can her Dom tame the Wolf on a Leash?

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Patch is a submissive wolf who has being slipping through as many loopholes as she can without being in direct defiance of Drew and Ryker. While Ryker hasn’t told her not to go to the BDSM club, he hasn’t said she could either. She goes to the Club when she needs release from all the pressures around her and tonight is the night. Gee has a bad feeling and shows up warning her not to go.

Of course not being ordered by her Alpha means she will indeed go. So in her wolf mask and club clothes off she goes.

Kennedy is part owner of the club with his best friend Ogre. Now discharged from the military after his last deployment, he has no interest in playing. With his PTSD he is afraid he might get too lost in a scene and things would get out of hand. Then he meets Lupine (Patch’s moniker for the club) and feels an attraction he has never felt before. Here is a favorite scene where they meet.

“I’m sorry. I—” He cleared his throat. “Minotaur. You are?” No collar marred the delicate line of her throat, meaning she wasn’t owned.

He wasn’t sure why he cared, since he’d not come to play, but she wasn’t collared and it thrilled him.

Her lips turned up in a smile, almost as if she had a bit of a secret. His body reacted, an almost audible click inside him, and he lusted her at merely that slow Cheshire movement of her bright red lips. “Lupine. When I’m here, I’m Lupine.” The sound of her voice stroked him, despite the distance between them, and he suddenly hoped he’d get to touch the body that went with the voice.

“Wolfish, a reflection of your mask. Nice. Beautiful flower choice.” You’re beautiful. He didn’t say the words, though, shocked at his own turn of thought. He wasn’t the kind of man who felt the need for flattery or romantic notions, preferring his play rough and wild.

“I thought it was apt. So, Minotaur, we’ve never met before, and I’ve been coming here for years….” She left it at that, the question in her statement obvious, if unspoken. Who are you, and why are you in my club? Meaning she told the truth and was comfortable with her position in their society— something he and Ogre intended with the select membership and close nature of the members of their group.

“I’ve been out of town.” He might not have been at the club in years, but he remembered the rules. Nothing personal, nothing to disrupt the play with the uncomfortable realities of the outside world. They chose the location, the membership— all of it, really— with the intent of making a safe, private, and exclusive place where almost anything could happen.
Part of him longed to tell this girl more, though. To curl up beside her and tell her whatever she wished to hear, so long as she kept talking to him. The sheer strangeness of his response left him hesitant, and he took a step back, creating more space between them.

She stood, apparently not noticing his need for distance. As she moved toward him, he stiffened. However, she stopped little more than a foot away. Not crowding him, but still closer than he preferred her to come. “Nice to meet you.” Her small offered hand only proved she was close enough to touch. Close enough to taste. Close enough to smell.

The ripe scent of her— something musky and floral and female all in one sweet breath— stiffened his body further. He desired the little wolf, more than he’d craved another woman in longer than he cared to remember.

Which meant he was dangerous to her. Some of the things he’d imagined in dreams…. He pinched his eyes closed, almost as if he could escape the dark twisting paths of his own mind. Instead of answering, he turned away from her, heading to the door.

Her hand on his arm ground him to a halt, and he breathed through his mouth to resist smelling the mesmerizing blend of her aroma. “Wait, I’m sorry. I was being too forward. I’m sorry….”

She tapered off, running out of words and withdrawing her hand.

“You have a master?” The lack of collar spoke volumes, but he needed to be certain.

“No. I play, sure, but, well, I’m not anyone’s property or anything, if that is what you’re asking. I only take part in scenes, or, well….”
“Would you be interested in negotiating play, little wolf?” Even as he damned himself for making the offer, part of him surged up, ready to take her— right then if he could.

She froze at his words, looking startled. Quickly regaining her composure, however, she nodded. As she licked her full lips, further hardening his already rock-hard cock with the tempting peek of pink, she considered his body before she answered. “I would, yes.
Nelson, Virginia. Wolf on a Leash (Black Hills Wolves Book 15) (Kindle Locations 199-229). Decadent Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Now when a dominant finds his/her mate they can usually formulate a reasonable plan for making this fact known. But Patch is a submissive both in human form and wolf. This man she believes is her mate, while human is a Dom. So dominant in fact that he fullfills her every dream of a Dom. But how does she stand up to her Alpha and Enforcer in wanting a human and how does she divulge that she is a wolf to the man of her dreams.

A very hot, sexy read. One I couldn’t put down and one that showed how powerful a submissive really is.

5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!

Summer About the Author

Virginia Nelson Virginia Nelson

Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself.

When she’s not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects.

Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue.

Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.

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