Promo and Giveaway: Heated Match by Lynne Silver

I have been lucky enough today to host Lynne Silver’s promo for her newest release.  Lynne was nice enough to offer you guys a chance at a copy of her newest book, Heated Match. See below on how to enter the giveaway.

Lynne Silver is a soccer mom by day and an award-winning romance author by night.  She not only writes the stories, but reads many romance books also.  She currently lives with her husband and two sons in an “old fixer upper”  outside of Washington, D.C.  Ms. Silver’s newest release is called Heated Match.  Here is the official book description.

Heated Match By Lynne Silver

A lead byline and a cover story were what journalist Loren Stanton wanted most. Until she meets genetically enhanced soldier, Adam Blacker. Team leader of a top-secret covert ops group, Adam never wanted to search for his genetic match, but whenever he gets close to Loren, things turn hot quickly, making him forget every reason he had for retaining his bachelor status.

After a scorching night together, neither is in any doubt they are connected at the DNA-deep level, although both fear the high stakes of what it means to be together. Loren gives Adam two weeks to prove he is bred for more than war. He must show he is coded for love.

With a description like that how could you not want to go out and grab this book.  We are lucky enough today to also have an excerpt.  It is very HOT scene where Loren and Adam are discussing being genetic matches.

“Adam!”Slowly he turned back to face her and her stomach clenched with a thrill of fear and desire. Last night’s civilized dancer in a tuxedo was completely gone. In his place stood a snarling, angry, completely aroused soldier.

She used the balls of her feet to scoot farther against the wall and measured the distance between her current location and the bathroom door. Her calculations proved unnecessary.

With an untranslatable growl, Adam flung himself into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

She waited a minute then tapped on the door. “Um, Adam? Are you okay?”

“The damn door doesn’t lock. Back. Away.”

Alrighty then. With him behind a closed door, the aching in her lower belly subsided a degree. “Adam, will you tell me what’s going on?” She bit her lip and fondled a stiff nipple through her blouse before registering where her hands were. Adam needed to answer her questions, like right now, because she had no idea why she was locked in this small conference room with an angry, sexy man. “Adam, please.”

“You work for a newspaper. Don’t you read it?”

“Well, sure, but that doesn’t explain why we’re locked in here together.”

“Think, Loren. What did the articles say about how the Program gains new members?”

She racked her brain trying to remember. “Um, through birthing a new generation, right? But…”

The door opened a crack and she could see his anguished expression peeking through.

“Use your brain. Do I have to explain the birds and the bees? You’re no virgin, are you?”

“I know how babies are made, Adam,” she said. “But the article said you only breed with women who are your perfect genetic match…oh…” Shep’s words came back in a flash. “They think I’m your genetic match?”

He gave a curt nod and started to close the door again. She shoved her foot in to stop him. “How did they figure that out so quickly?”

“The cheek swab at the entry. I’m such an idiot. I should’ve guessed last night.”

She pushed the door open to see him better and sat back on her heels on the threshold between rooms. “How could you have guessed? It’s not like I had my DNA code printed on my dress. How does it work, exactly?” Loren asked.

“Not sure of all the scientific details, but I guess the best way to describe it is like a numbers game. The doctors know there are certain genetic combinations that will produce certain qualities. The Program has a list of their top desired traits.”

“And how do they usually find a matching female? I assume most are not so accommodating as to show up at the front door like I did.”

Adam turned at the sharp bite in her voice. “You’d be surprised,” he muttered.

“Do they kidnap women off the streets and check their blood?” she asked. “Or wait, let me guess, the Red Cross is actually a sham organization front for you to use as a recruiting pool.”

He shifted at her guess, telling her she was somewhat accurate.

“Oh my God. I’m right. I see you avoiding my gaze.”

“The Red Cross is an excellent organization doing important work,” he said. “But, on occasion, we will pull samples from them or other research sites to scan for appropriate genetic matches.”

“And then what? You kidnap them? Oh wait, you do that for fun, like you did me.” She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him, daring him to answer.

“No. We invite potential candidates in for a job interview. Doctor, administrative assistant, teacher for the day care, accountant, you name it.”

“And do you lock them all in a room with their potential match?”

He flung her an exasperated look. “I don’t know all the details. It’s not my department. I do know you should not have drunk the water. I can’t believe you drank the fucking water. You’re feeling the effects right now, aren’t you? Worse than last night.”

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I drink the water? And what should I be feeling?” she asked nervously, but she had a very good inkling as to what he referred.

“The ache. You were a homing beacon for me last night. I could barely let you go.”

“I managed to leave,” she said.

He cocked his head at her. “Yeah, you did. How?”

He looked genuinely curious, but she couldn’t help noticing his hand was directly over the formidable bulge in his pants, massaging roughly. “You frightened me. I’d never felt that way with a man before, even…even in bed with my last boyfriend.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat her confession had formed.

“What about your current boyfriend? Does he heat you up?”

“Current boyfriend? I’m not— Oh. I, um, lied. I’m not dating anyone.”

A flicker of a smile passed his lips so quickly she wasn’t sure it had really happened.

“What about now? Are you feeling it now?” he asked.

She felt a blush creep from the top of her breasts up to the roots of her hair, and she couldn’t look him in the eye as she nodded. “My nipples are starting to hurt. Did drinking the water do that?”

He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he accepted her confession matter-of-factly. “It’s one of the symptoms on the Rovinsky scale. The water is laced with a drug that makes you more receptive to your match. It’s going to make you crazed for the next twenty-four hours, and I’m going to respond. If I weren’t your match, you wouldn’t feel as aroused. It’s how they test the science behind the blood work.”

“What?” Twenty-four hours of feeling like this, and she was starting to worry this was just the beginning. Her arousal was increasing every second.

“Rovinsky, our founder, came up with a list of what happens when two genetic matches meet. I don’t have it memorized, but I remember painful nipples for the female is on there.”

“What else?”

“A matched couple will be able to find each other, even in a crowded space, up to several thousand feet.”

“What you’re saying is you could drop us at either end of Disney and we’d find each other, even without cell phones?”

He nodded. “Right at the Haunted Mansion, but don’t say ‘us’. We,” he waggled a finger in the space between them, “are not a match. I can’t be matched.”

“Why not?”

“My reasons are my own. I won’t let Shep manipulate me like this.”

She was shocked at the hurt his rejection caused, like a bowling ball hurled at her heart. She shouldn’t be sad. She didn’t want to be a breeding partner either. She had a life to get back to.

“What are the other symptoms?” Maybe if he listed more of them, they would discover they were not a perfect match after all.

He ticked them off on his fingers. “I’ve already said homing beacon for both partners and painful nipples for the female. Your body is getting ready for pregnancy.”

She glanced down, stunned. She could almost feel her womb rippling to life. “What else?” she asked in a whisper.

“Male arousal.” He looked almost shamefaced as he gestured to the erection fighting free of his pants.

She stared a shade longer than was acceptable, nearly having to sit on her hands to stop from stroking the alluring bulge.

“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.

“Do what?”

“Don’t look at me like you want a piece. I’m holding on to my control by a thread. If you make a move, I’ll take you.”

For more information about Lynne Silver or Heated Match you can go to the following websites or visit Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book Retailer.  I wanted to give a big Thank You to Lynne Silver for sharing her book with us and Bewitching Tours for allowing me to host one of the stops on the blog tour.

Website: www.lynnesilver.com

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Twitter: @lynnesilver

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Music, Rachael Wade and a Review

Today I have the great pleasure of hosting a guest blog by Rachael Wade in promotion of her newest release Preservation.  Rachael discusses the influences of different music on her writing of Preservation.

The Music Behind the Story: Preservation by Rachael Wade

I always say that music and writing are synonymous for me. I can’t have one without the other. Whether I’m listening to music before or during my writing time or simply drawing inspiration from songs I recall listening to as a kid, music and lyrics are direct hotwires to my stories and always influence them in some way.

The Band xx

In Preservation, my latest contemporary romance, music makes its way directly onto the pages of the story. Kate and Ryan meet at Easy Street Records (Queen Anne) in Seattle to watch the band The xx play, and Kate regularly turns to music to de-stress and reflect on what’s going on in her life. Whether subtly or overtly mentioned, music plays a huge role in Kate and Ryan’s story.

Music also naturally worked its way into the story because in real life, I’m an avid music buff. One of my favorite pastimes is going to concerts, and I

Easy Street Records

especially love discovering new indie artists. I prefer to go to smaller venues for shows and tend to listen to a lot of stuff that most people haven’t heard of. There are so many artists out there that are a thousand times better than those playing on mainstream radio. I love a lot of mainstream music, don’t get me wrong. But I’d choose to listen to my favorite small-name artists over the mainstream stuff any day.

I listened to the following songs while writing Preservation and would recommend them to anyone. As you can tell, they’re all pretty commercial, but they are some of my all-time favorites and were perfect for Kate and Ryan’s story. I’d love to hear about your favorite artists—mainstream or not! Who should I listen to? I’m always open for recommendations. I just might use them for inspiration for the next novel. 🙂

  • Crystalised – The xx

    Florence and the Machine

  • Shake it Out – Florence and the Machine
  • Little Lion Man – Mumford and Sons
  • I Might Be Wrong – Radiohead
  • Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana
  • Cornflake Girl – Tori Amos
  • Black – Pearl Jam
  • Remain Nameless – Florence and the Machine
  • Strangeness and Charm – Florence and the Machine
  • Creep – Radiohead
  • How’s it Going to Be – Third Eye Blind

Review: Preservation by Rachael Wade

This is the second book I am reviewing of Rachael Wade’s in as many weeks.  Each time I read her I get more and more impressed.  Preservation is a contemporary romance between two people who have rough pasts they must get past to be together.

We first meet Kate Parker soaking wet and being made a spectacle of by Ryan Campbell in his classroom because she is late for class.  Ryan asks her to stay after class to discuss her punctuality.  They get off to a very rough and edgy start.  Ryan is a playboy and Kate is a workaholic with issues with people doing things for her.  After a couple of coincidental meetings they realize they are drawn to each other.  This is destined to be a complicated relationship with him still being her teacher.  The complications continue as ex-girlfriends, mistresses and flings pop out of Ryan’s past forcing Kate to question whether they should be together or not.  Ryan and Kate’s relationship is a roller coaster of will they or won’t they stay together.  Just when you think its over it begins again anew.  They have an epic love story full of trials and tribulations.

I loved this book.  It was a quick read and drew me in to the point I didn’t want to put the book down.  I started and finished it in one day.  Ryan and Kate’s romance is wonderful.  Her best friends Dean and Carter are fantastic brother-like best friends who don’t think anyone is good for Kate.  The love that develops is excellently portrayed.  The emotions and back story of each character are well laid out and you can empathize with what they are going through.

I would whole-heartedly recommend this book and all of Rachael Wade’s work.  For more about Rachael Wade and Preservation you can go to her following pages or visit Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any book seller.

FB: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRachaelWade

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Web page: www.RachaelWade.com

I would like to thank Rachael Wade for posting today and Bewitching Book tours for letting me host one of the stops.

Author Profile: Nalini Singh

I was introduced to this week’s author profile when I read her book, Angel’s Blood.  Nalini Singh is the bestselling author of the Guild Hunter and Psy/Changeling series’.  Her ability to weave a world that is familiar yet foreign is unique.

Nalini Singh has always been a writer.  Even when she was younger she enjoyed putting pen to paper.  Her stories always had one common thread, romance.  She enjoys creating unique characters, giving those characters their chance at happy endings and even listening to those voices of her characters in her head.  In 2002, she got the opportunity to  completely bring one set of characters to life when Silhouette Desire wanted to buy her first book, Desert Warrior.  She has been creating those characters and giving them voices in print ever since.

Ms. Singh currently resides in New Zealand, but that is not where she is originally from.  She was born in Fiji and raised in New Zealand.  She moved to Japan for three years and utilized her time there to travel around Asia.  You can view her travel diaries on her website.  Between her travels and writing, Ms Singh has had many diverse career paths.  She has been everything from a lawyer to a candy factory general hand to an English teacher.  Her view on her roller coaster career path is that it provided fuel for her writing.  I thank her for turning those experiences into what are some very well written series’.

Ms. Singh’s writing is inventive and unique.  In a genre, that is inundated with vampires, witches and werewolves, angels are unique.  Admittedly,  I have not read her Psy/Changeling series.  Yes, I am hanging my head in shame. They are on my TBR list though.   But, I have read all of her Guild Hunter series and I enjoy her writing tremendously.  The twists she puts on angels and vampires is something that I don’t think anyone but Nalini Singh could have pulled off.  Her writing allows for you to wonder around a world of angels perching on rooftops and vampires being indebted to powerful angels and still feel like that is all completely normal.  I look forward to her next book in her Guild Hunter Series, Archangel’s Storm.  This book hits stores on September 12th.

To celebrate the release of Archangel’s Storm here is an excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

Standing on velvet green grass still sparkling with dew, Jason watched Dmitri cup the face of the hunter he had just made his wife, the dawn sunlight kissing her skin, lighting up eyes that saw only the man in front of her.

The grounds of the Archangel Raphael’s home, Jason thought, the Hudson rushing past beyond the cliffs and a mass of fragrant roses in full bloom climbing the walls of the house itself, had seen centuries pass, but a scene such as this, they had never witnessed and perhaps never would again.

A scene in which one of the most powerful vampires in the world took a Guild hunter for his bride.

That Honor loved Dmitri was in no doubt. It didn’t take a spymaster to read the incandescent joy in her every breath, her skin radiant with it. What startled Jason was the potent emotion he saw in the eyes of a vampire who had been a pitiless blade for all the centuries Jason had known him.

Cruelty came easily to Dmitri, maybe too easily in recent times. The vampire was near to a thousand years old and jaded with it, blood and death no longer enough to cause him to break his stride, much less shock. Jason had seen Dmitri wield his scimitar on the field of battle to take off invaders’ heads, glory in the spray of their dying blood, and he had seen Dmitri seduce women with sensual elegance and a cold heart simply to amuse himself.

Yet the man who touched Honor, who claimed her lips in a kiss of possession, had a tenderness about him that was as dangerous as it was gentle. And Jason comprehended that Dmitri would be a brutal weapon against anyone who dared harm his wife, that the darkness in him had not been tempered but merely leashed.

“He cannot deal with the Cadre if he is leashed,” he said to the woman who stood next to him, a hunter with wings of midnight and dawn. Feathers of a rich, silken blue flowed from the pure black at the inner curve of her wings, to segue into a softer indigo and the ephemeral shades visible in the skies when day broke, before becoming a brilliant white-gold at the primaries.

Elena was Raphael’s consort, and Raphael was Jason’s liege. Perhaps that was why he felt an unexpected kind of ease with her. Or it might be that she was a stranger in the land of immortals, searching for a path that would take her into the centuries to come, as he once had. Or perhaps it was that, unbeknownst to Elena, they were linked by a far bleaker tie, a tie that spoke of mothers and blood.

Iron rich liquid matting his hair, soaking into his tunic, sticky on his arms.

Elena looked up, shook her head, the startling near-white of her hair pinned back in an elegant twist, her body clothed in a simple ankle-length gown of a blue the shade of a pristine high-mountain lake. Her only ornamentation came in the form of the small amber hoops she always wore as an outward sign of her commitment to Raphael. “Don’t you see, Jason?” she said as the bridal couple broke a kiss that had more than one sigh rippling through the crisp morning air. “He is only this Dmitri for Honor.” She joined in the clapping and cheering when Honor and Dmitri turned to the assembled guests, well-wishers moving forward to congratulate them.

Having spoken to Dmitri before the ceremony, Jason waited for the crowd to thin. Elena, too, held her place, giving others a chance to speak to the newly wedded couple. As he’d been with Dmitri before the ceremony—alongside Raphael, Illium, and Venom, Elena had been with Honor, the archangel and his consort having turned over a suite in their home to the bride’s party. That party was composed of hunters, all certainly with a weapon or two hidden beneath the sleek, elegant clothes they wore for the wedding.

Blue flickered at the edges of his vision, and he turned to see Illium spread his wings for a hunter who had made the request. Clad in the same formal black worn by the groom as well as Raphael and the others of the Seven here today, he had a flirtatious smile on his face. The smile was real as far as it went, but then, it did not go far. Jason had seen Illium love until his heart broke, and he had seen the angel mourn until there was no light in those eyes of molten gold.

“I understand,” he said to Elena when she glanced back at him, reminded once again of the capacity others had for endless nuances of emotion. Jason had watched mortals and immortals alike for centuries, was able to glean even the most subtle changes in their emotional equilibrium, for no man could be a spymaster without that capability. Yet, through all that time, he had never been able to feel as they did. It was as if life skimmed across the surface of him, leaving his heart and his soul untouched.

“You are the perfect spymaster. An intelligent, gifted phantom unaffected by anything he sees.”

It was Lijuan who had said those words to him, four hundred years ago. The oldest of the archangels had also made him an offer—riches and women trained in the sensual arts; men if that was what he desired—if he would change his allegiance, put himself in her service. Except Jason had already earned and created enough wealth for a hundred immortal lifetimes. As for the other—when Jason wanted a woman, he had a woman. He had no need for anyone to act his procurer.

Elena’s wing shimmered lightly over his as she stretched a little, and he didn’t shift away to break the fleeting contact. In many ways, he was the opposite of Aodhan, the angel so broken, he couldn’t bear the slightest touch. Jason, by contrast, sometimes only felt real and not the phantom Lijuan had named him if he had the pressure of another’s skin, another’s wing against his own. It was as if all those years, decades, when he hadn’t felt the touch of another sentient being had created a thirst in him that could never be assuaged.

A sybarite drunk on sensation, that was what he might have become, but for the fact that those years of excruciating, endless aloneness had left him with other scars—scars that led him to embrace the very shadows he’d hated as a child; scars that meant he meted out trust with a careful hand. Regardless of his need, Jason allowed very few people to touch him outside of the bedroom, for the touch of a friend, it was a far different thing than the caress of a lover taken in the dark of night and left behind when morning broke.

“It was a beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?” Elena said, her eyes soft in the way women’s often were at such things.

“Do you wish for one?” Marriage was thought of as a mortal thing, but as today showed, some immortals continued to embrace it—Dmitri had been most insistent on the ceremony.

Startled laughter from Elena. “Raphael and I married above the wreckage of New York, when he fell with me in his arms.”

Raphael, too, Jason thought, was a different man with his consort, this mortal woman become an angel. Such a weak angel in terms of power, her immortality a flickering flame, and yet she had a strength that spoke to the survivor in him. So he’d taught her how to remain unseen in the sky, watched her push her body to merciless extremes in an effort to achieve a vertical takeoff so soon after her becoming, and listened for threats to her life.

For Elena was Raphael’s biggest weakness.

A tiny giggle, a mischief-eyed little girl running to Elena on wobbling legs, curls of bronze-threaded black captured at the sides of her head with ribbons of summer orange. Smiling in unhidden delight, Elena bent to pick up the child in her arms. “Hello, Zoe, Warrior Goddess in Training.” A kiss on one plump cheek, Zoe’s flower girl dress a confection of lace over Elena’s arm. “Did you give your mom the slip?”

Jason met the child’s direct gaze as she nodded, saw that she held a silver-edged feather of distinctive blue in a careful fist. The daughter of the Guild Director stared at his wings for a moment before whispering something in Elena’s ear. Jason heard what she said, understood none of it, her language that of very small children.

Clearly not at the same disadvantage, Elena glanced at him, silver-gray eyes shining with laughter.

“The imp’s coveting more of your feathers for her collection, Jason. I’d be careful.” She was distracted a second later by a tall man with long black hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, his cheekbones sharp against copper gold skin.

Ransom Winterwolf.

Hunter.

It was strange to see so many of the Guild on the grounds of Raphael’s home. Located in the Angel Enclave, on the other side of the river from the gleaming glass and metal of Manhattan, it was undoubtedly elegant, but Jason knew the Sire had offered Dmitri far more stunning locations in which to make Honor his bride. However, the leader of the Seven had been adamant.

“Daybreak,” he’d said a bare three hours before sunrise. “We marry at daybreak.”

In those three hours, Elena and the Guild Director had managed to alert every hunter in the New York area who wasn’t on assignment and was within traveling distance, while Jason, Illium, and Venom stood for the rest of the Seven. Naasir, Galen, and Aodhan had been told, had all three spoken with Dmitri before the wedding.

United in their loyalty to Raphael—and to each other—the Seven had forged bonds that were unbreakable, but even had there been more time, it was impossible for all of them to ever be in one place at one time. To keep the balance of power in the world, Raphael needed to maintain a presence in the Refuge and in New York, and now, in the lost city of Amanat, home to the Ancient who was Raphael’s mother.

That three of them stood here to witness Dmitri’s wedding, it was an unexpected gift. There were other invited guests of course—the proud staff who ran Raphael’s home, a number of men and women who worked directly under Dmitri at the Tower, and whose loyalty belonged as much to the vampire as it did to Raphael, two mortal policemen who were considered part of the Guild family.

The well-respected man who’d officiated the ceremony belonged to that family, too, having headed the Guild before passing on the mantle.

Raphael himself had stood at Dmitri’s side during the ceremony, the friendship between the two men old enough, deep enough, that it was the archangel who had played the second this day. Jason didn’t know of any other such friendships among those who served the Cadre of Ten, the archangels who ruled the world, but he knew this one had endured centuries, through anger and war and even a short defection by Dmitri to Neha’s territory. That hadn’t lasted long, and now Dmitri’s lips curved at something Raphael said.

Angel’s Blood
First in the Guild Hunter Series

While the vampire was dressed in a crisp black-on-black suit, his bride wore a gown of deep, vibrant green that caressed and embraced her curves before rippling in a liquid waterfall to the dew-laden grass, the fabric arranged cleverly at her left hip to give the illusion of waves. When her gaze landed on Jason, she smiled and came toward him, halting at the border of the invisible space that separated him from the world, one hand holding the wildflower bouquet Elena had created using the blooms in her greenhouse.

“Thank you,” she said, her happiness so luminous, it outshone the diamonds at her throat, diamonds Jason had seen Dmitri buy as rough stones three centuries ago.

It had taken the vampire another hundred years to get them finely cut and set into a necklace of exquisite beauty, until the stones appeared to be droplets of captured starfire.

“Who will you gift it to?” Jason had asked at the time.

Dmitri’s response had been a sardonic twist of his mouth, the hardness in his eyes akin to the gems he held. “A woman whose spirit dazzles brighter than these stones.”

The necklace had graced none but the honey-skinned neck it now encircled.

“For this amazing dream of a dress,” Honor continued, stroking her hand down the fabric. “I don’t know how you found it so early in the morning. It fits like it was made for me.”

“No thanks are necessary.” So much of life he spent on the sidelines—many times out of choice, sometimes because he didn’t know how to belong—but he’d needed to be a part of this day when a man he respected, and who was as close a friend as he was capable of having, claimed this woman for his own.

“Jason can find anything,” Dmitri said, walking over to slide his arm around Honor’s waist. “The winds talk to him, tell him where to go.”

Honor laughed, husky and warm, and then she was being embraced by Elena, the hunter’s wings iridescent in the white light of morning. Stepping a little to the right, Jason met Dmitri’s gaze. The vampire shrugged, the words unspoken but not unheard.

No one will ever believe it.

No, Jason thought, no one would. Even he had thought himself mad when he was a boy on the verge of adulthood. It had taken reading Jessamy’s history books once he arrived at the angelic stronghold that was the Refuge to understand he’d inherited his mother’s “ear,” her ability to sense things happening hundreds of miles away, across oceans and beyond mountains. It was how she’d always had stories to tell him about people in the Refuge, though they lived on an isolated atoll surrounded by the shimmering blue of the Pacific.

“I will write this story down for you, Jason. You must practice your reading.”

He had. Over and over, until the parchment disintegrated, he’d read those stories and the others in the books in the house. Then he’d copied the words out on wood, on flax, in the sand, forcing himself to remember that he was a person, that he should know how to read. It had worked . . . for a while.

“I’m happy for you, Dmitri,” he said now, allowing the ghosts of the past to fade into the background. “This is my gift to you and your bride.”

As Dmitri glanced down at the small note card Jason passed across, Honor’s second—a long-legged hunter who had unique gifts of her own—came to join Elena and Honor, and the women laughed and began to talk all at once.

“A safe place,” Jason said when Dmitri looked up from reading the address on the card, the sun glinting off the simple gold band he wore on the ring finger of his left hand. “Where no one will find you.”

Understanding whispered across the sensual lines of Dmitri’s face. Moving a small distance away from the women, he said, “I shouldn’t be surprised at what you know, and yet I am.” He slid the card away. “How certain are you of the security?”

“The house is mine, and no one has found it in two hundred years.” Hidden in the dense forests of an otherwise uninhabited mountain, it could only be reached via a very specific route that he now shared with Dmitri, mind to mind. Even aerial entry is impossible unless the angel in question knows how to find a particular small clearing. He gave Dmitri the coordinates. Without that, severe damage to the wings as a result of the thick canopy—and the safeguards hidden within—is a distinct possibility.

Dmitri’s eyes gleamed. Good. His next words were spoken aloud. “I didn’t know you had another home in this country.”

“I don’t.” He had houses he used when needed, but home was a concept that had no meaning to him, though Dmitri likely assumed he considered his apartment at New York’s Archangel Tower home. “You’ll be safe there, and you can be private.” Honor’s transformation from human to vampire would take time, and while Jason knew Dmitri would ensure she navigated it in a deep sleep, safe from any suffering, he also knew the other man would not leave her side during the process. “There is no need to take a guard unit.”

“I wouldn’t trust those words coming from anyone’s mouth but yours,” Dmitri said, his face angled toward Honor. “I don’t know when we’ll use your gift. I have her promise . . . but I will not rush her on this.”

“You want to.”

“Yes.” Unvarnished ruthlessness. “But you see, Jason, it appears I have a fatal weakness when it comes to Honor—even should she change her mind and decide to remain mortal, I can’t force her and still live with myself.”

Jason said nothing as Dmitri walked back to his wife, who looked up to offer him a smile Jason had seen her share with no other. Her friends moved away to give husband and wife a moment of privacy, but everyone continued to linger on the luxuriant green of the lawn, the birdsong a delicate accompaniment to the murmur of conversation. Champagne was sipped, greetings exchanged, friendships renewed in the glow of the joy that came off Honor and Dmitri.

Unlike the others, Jason felt exposed out here in the sunlight, the unrelieved black of his wings a target, but he didn’t give in to the compulsion to fly up high above the cloud layer, where no one could see him. A minute later, when the winds began to whisper, he listened.

A single word. A name.

Eris.

The only significant Eris Jason knew of was husband to Neha, the three-thousand-year-old archangel the only one in the Cadre who had chosen to follow the mortal ceremony of binding. Eris was also her consort, but he hadn’t been seen in public for some three hundred years. Many believed him dead; however, Jason knew the male lived, imprisoned in a palace inside Neha’s sprawling fort. Except for when he’d attempted to escape early on in his captivity, he had not been physically harmed.

Neha loved Eris too much to hurt him.

It was why she hated him so violently for his betrayal.

Eris.

Sliding into the shadows of the trees that edged Raphael’s property, a welcome respite from the light, Jason took out his cell phone. In earlier centuries, even with his considerable mental abilities, it had taken him days to communicate with his men and women, weeks to gather a single piece of information. Technology made it so much simpler—unlike some angels of old, and though his chosen weapon remained a sword, Jason did not abhor the modern world.

Now, he saw that he had a number of missed calls that must’ve come in during the ceremony, while his phone had been in silent mode. All were from Samira—she was a servant with clearance to work in Neha’s private quarters, and technically his highest-ranking spy in the other archangel’s court, though Jason had his doubts about her continued efficacy. “Samira,” he said when the call was answered. “What has happened?”

“Eris is dead.” A hushed whisper. “Murdered inside his palace.”

“When?”

“I don’t know, but he was found an hour ago. Neha has not left the body. Mahiya is by her side.”
Jason had never spoken to Mahiya, but having done a subtle investigation when Neha first adopted her just over three centuries ago, he knew the princess was of Neha’s bloodline. That relationship was accepted knowledge, but the facts behind it had long been buried. Many in Neha’s own court chose not to remember, not to see the truth—that Mahiya had been born of Nivriti, sister to Neha and dead as long as her child had been alive.

No terrible secret that . . . except if you knew the name of Mahiya’s father.

Eris.

I highly recommend reading Angel’s Blood, the first in the Guild Hunter series, before jumping headlong into this series.  It will help you understand the context and characters better. If you haven’t read any of Nalini Singh’s books I think these should definitely be on any avid paranormal romance reader’s TBR list.

For more information and her traveling diaries go to Nalini Singh’s website: www.nalinisingh.com.  For more information about the Guild Hunter or the Psy/Changeling series you can go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.

Weekly Funny

I was actually thinking this past weekend because the gym I work for on the weekends has the radio on.  I started to believe that there are only 5 songs they were allowed to play. 🙂

Review: Shadow of Night by Deborah Harkness

I finally finished my number 1 on my TBR list.  I have been waiting quite a while for this sequel and it was completely worth the wait.  Deborah Harkness’ second book in her All Saints trilogy was an outstanding follow-up to her first book, A Discovery of Witches.   It is truly going to be a difficult wait for the final book in the trilogy.

Shadow of Night begins where A Discovery of Witches left off.  Matthew and Diana have taken a step and landed at the Old Lodge in 1590.  It is the Elizabethan era.  A time of Shakespeare and Marlowe, witch hunts and religious strife between Catholics and Protestants.  No running water, no technology other than horseback and carriages and illness due to vermin infestation.  This is a long way from Diana’s 21st Century.  Not long after Diana and Matthew enter the 16th Century they run into Kit Marlowe, Sir Walter Raliegh and Henry Percy among other historically significant creatures.  What seemed like a quick job of jumping to the past, picking up Ashmole 782 and helping Diana become a proper witch soon becomes a daunting task.  Not long after being in Oxford and trying to find a witch to help Diana is accused of witchcraft and a timely summons by Matthew’s father Phillipe forces them to take an unscheduled journey to Sept-Tours.  At Sept-Tours, many significant events occur and many of Matthew’s secrets are discovered.  One of which is Diana’s discovery of Matthew’s Blood Rage.  A rage that few vampires have when deprived from blood.  Though many secrets are revealed at Sept-Tours, many more still linger.

After spending some time at Sept-Tours Diana and Matthew are forced to flee yet again.  They go to London where Queen Elizabeth is awaiting them.  Queen Elizabeth is in quite a mood since one of her top spies has been doing things that she has not approved of.  It is in London that Diana finally finds witches willing to help her.  She finally discovers what she is and the witches have agreed to help her learn how to be a witch and use the craft.  Again, this peace is short-lived and soon Queen Elizabeth is forcing Matthew to go to Prague to see the Holy Roman Emperor and retrieve something that is hers.  It is in Prague that Diana and Matthew finally find Ashmole 782.  Diana becomes a focal point of the Holy Roman Emperor’s attentions and learns that a protective, jealous vampire is not one you want around a powerful and significant figure.  Yet again, Matthew and Diana must flee and find themselves back in London.  It is this final journey to London that Diana comes across someone very significant in her own history.  Diana and Matthew finally have some answers, more questions and have impacted history more than they should.  They finally take a step back to the present landing them back in the Bishop House.  Diana and Matthew work their way back to Sept-Tours where their family awaits their return.

This was an absolutely phenomenal book.  I will have to read it again soon just to pick up details I know I missed.  Deborah Harkness’s ability to bring you right back to the 16th century is awe-inspiring.  The characters and significant historical figures are fantastic.  I am a sucker for a love story and Matthew and Diana’s is awesome.  They have ups and downs and many losses that they bear together.  I loved the peripheral characters of Gallowglass, Pierre, Annie and Jack to name a few.  I loved to hate Kit Marlowe.  I really wished ill will on him.  The scenes in London, France, Prague and Oxford allow for backdrop of a familiar yet different world.  This book takes you with Matthew and Diana as they navigate the court intrigues, witch hunts and nefarious acts of would be friends.

I totally and completely recommend this book.  But, you will want to read A Discovery of Witches first.  If you are interested in that book I have reviewed that one also. You can check it out here:  http://wp.me/p2is8i-3N .  If you want more information regarding either Shadow of Night or A Discovery of Witches you can also go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.

Cover Reveal: Star Child by Stephanie Keyes

Check out the cover of Stephanie Keyes debut novel and enter to win an antiqued Celtic bookmark. Star Child hits bookstores on September 21st, 2012.

The world is about to be cloaked in darkness. Only one can stop the night.

Kellen St. James has spent his entire life being overlooked as an unwanted, ordinary, slightly geeky kid. That is until a beautiful girl, one who has haunted his dreams for the past eleven years of his life, shows up spinning tales of a prophecy. Not just any old prophecy either, but one in which Kellen plays a key role. 

 Suddenly, Kellen finds himself on the run through a Celtic underworld of faeries and demons, angels and gods, not to mention a really ticked off pack of hellhounds, all in order to save the world from darkness. But will they make it in time?

Enter to win a beautiful antiqued Celtic bookmark.  Click the link below to enter. Giveaway available for US and International entries.  Good Luck!

http://www.inkspellpublishing.com/1/post/2012/07/star-child-cover-reveal.html

About The Author:

Stephanie Keyes was born in Mt. Lebanon, Pennsylvania and has worked for the past twelve years as a corporate educator and curriculum designer in the Telecommunications industry. She holds a Master’s degree in Education with a specialization in Instructional Technology from Duquesne University and a B.S. in Management Information Systems from Robert Morris University. She is a classically trained clarinetist, but also plays the saxophone and sings. When she’s not writing, she is a wife to a wonderfully supportive husband and mother to two little boys whom she cites as her inspiration for all things writing. The Star Child is Mrs. Keyes’ debut novel.

Website: http://www.stephaniekeyes.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/stephaniekeyes

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Stephanie-Keyes/150860604966160

Thank you Inkspell Publishing and Stephanie Keyes for allowing me to host Star Child’s cover reveal.


Review: Fever Moon by Karen Marie Moning

Ok…so this is my first ever graphic novel.  I was a bit reluctant because it’s not normally my kind of thing, but I just had to read this since it was part of the fever series by Karen Marie Moning.

This story takes place sometime during the last book, Shadowfever.  In this book, Mac finds herself being targeted.  But, she is not the outright target.  This Unseelie, the Fear Dorche, is targeting those who are important to her.  The Fear Dorcha does not have a face of his own so he must take pieces from 15 different people.  This leaves the people in a state of coma.  It is up to Mac, who then also drags in Barrons, to find and kill the Fear Dorche.

Fever Moon was very well written and it highlighted all of the characters we know and love from the fever series.  With that being said, this was not my favorite in the fever series.  It felt kinda disjointed at times.  I kept feeling like I was getting lost in parts that I have previous knowledge about.  I couldn’t quite pin down when this happened in the books and that really bothered me.  I finally decided it must be a time within the final book because she already knew what Barrons was and she wasn’t fighting with Dani.  Another, disconcerting part was the images in the book.  I know that comics and graphic novels always go over the top with the character designs, but I felt kinda let down.  I really didn’t like the images of Mac or Barrons.  In general the scenes looked good like Chester’s and the streets of Dublin, but overall the characters definitely were not what I thought they would look like.  The first time I saw the image of Mac I thought ” Whoa! Huge boobs”.  That was quite off-putting and kinda detracted from the story.  Overall, I thought it was good, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be a graphic novel girl.  I totally get the interest in them, but for me it distracted from the series instead of enhancing it.

For more information regarding Fever Moon by Karen Marie Moning you can go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon and any other book retailer.

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