#NewRelease “Backstage” by Harmony Kent @harmony_kent #Erotica #Romance #IARTG #ASMSG

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Welcome everyone, today I’m delighted to feature author Harmony Kent with her New Release “Backstage”

Let’s meet the author!

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Indie Author Harmony Kent has written a number of books. The Battle for Brisingamen, her first novel, is a work of fantasy fiction and was approved by Awesome Indies within weeks of its release. Her second book, The Glade shows her equally at home in the realms of mystery, suspense and thriller – with a dash of magical realism. This book has also been approved for the Awesome Indies List. The Glade was awarded the IndieBRAG Medallion in July 2014. Harmony’s third book (Elemental Earth) is Young Adult Fantasy Fiction, and was published 31st July 2014.

As well as being an avid reader and writer, Harmony also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal and beta reading services. As well as reviewing and supporting her fellow indie authors, Harmony works hard to promote and protect high standards within the indie publishing arena. She is always on the look out for talent and excellence, and will freely promote any authors or books who she feels have these attributes. Harmony lives in Cornwall, England.

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Hello, everyone. Harmony here. First up, huge thanks to Soooz for hosting me today! She’s letting me visit today so that I can tell you about my latest book, Backstage. It is an erotic romance novel and deals with some of the sexual coercion scandals that have hit the acting industry in the last year.

 Here’s a bit about the book for you:

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SHE’S A HOPEFUL ACTRESS

Just when Emma thinks she’s found love. Just when her big chance comes.  Just as she finds a little confidence at long last. Right then, it all goes horribly wrong.

 HE’S HER MENTOR

John believed he had found ‘the one’. But the demons of his past wouldn’t allow him to break the leash, and when he gets the wrong end of the stick, it just confirms all his old prejudices and hurts.

THEN THERE’S THE BIG MAN WHO CAN MAKE OR BREAK A CAREER, AND THE DEMANDS HE MAKES

Derek Prentis is his name. Coercion is his game. He’s the man with the money. The big man who wants to keep Emma under his control and who will do anything to keep it that way.

 THE PERFECT STORM OF ROMANCE, PASSION, AND GREED.

AWAY FROM THE LIMELIGHT, IT’S ALL HAPPENING BACKSTAGE.

And here is a ‘sneek peek’ …

 Derek held up a hand, and when he spoke, his voice held amusement, ‘It’s not what you think. She led me on. She wanted it. Really, young man—’

John punched him on the mouth and then shoved him toward the doorway, where a crowd had gathered. Mike pushed his way through and helped John manhandle Prentis out of the room. When they’d gone, Sophie came in and shut the door behind her. She stood and looked at Emma, pale and drawn. Then her paralysis broke and she half-sobbed, ‘Oh, God. Emma.’ Her distress emphasized the Irish lilt to her voice. A second later, she stood at Emma’s side and helped her to her feet.

Numb and shocked, Emma reached down and retrieved her clothes, which had come off her feet in the struggle. When she had herself dressed again, Sophie pulled her into a gentle hug. ‘Oh, God, sweetie, yer face.’

Emma extricated herself from Sophie’s arms and turned to look in the mirror. How Derek could have thought that anyone would believe she’d wanted it was beyond her. Blood stained her lips and chin and had dripped onto her blue blouse, making it almost black where it had soaked in. Already, a large bruise and swelling showed on her jawline, and red handprints marked her cheeks. Appalled, she held a tentative hand to her split lip and winced when even that light touch hurt like holy hell.

 If you enjoyed reading about Backstage, you can pre-order it now at Amazon … US LINK and UK LINK. And it goes on live sale on March 30th. Thanks so much for sticking with me this far.

Join Harmony on the following links.

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon

 

 

 

 

 

Celebrating my 1st Anniversary with Rave Reviews Book Club. #RRBC #RRBC_ORG

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I have SO many reasons to celebrate my 1st Anniversary as a member of the Rave Reviews Book Club.

 

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#RRBC … A place to belong.

How can it possibly have been only one year since I joined Rave Reviews Book Club? So much has happened, so many marvelous new innovations have occurred; I’ve grown as I’ve learned … and… in only one year.

Before you read on, please allow me to make one thing VERY clear … If you are looking for a ‘you-scratch-my-back and I’ll scratch yours’ site … LOOK ELSEWHERE! There are a gazillion Vanity sites out there if that’s truly what you’re looking for.

Rave Reviews Book Club has clear, concise and logical guidelines: take a look at just one of the many things they encourage every member to follow.

Q:  What is the GOAL & MISSION of RRBC?

OUR GOAL & MISSION HERE IS TO PROFILE, PROMOTE & PROPEL INDIE AUTHORS VIA BOOK SALES, HONEST REVIEWS AND NAME RECOGNITION.  We’re not contributing to an author’s book sales when we “borrow” their books thru Kindle are we?  NO!  We’re not contributing to an author’s sales when we download the FREE sample that Amazon offers to us and we post a review from that, are we?  NO!  Lastly, we are in no way helping an Author when we post reviews of their book that are not HONEST reviews.  If you are to be recognized as a TRUE SUPPORTER here, we ask that everyone play by the rules.  If you head to our BOOK CLUB SELECTIONS FOR REVIEW page, down in the comments section, it is clearly obvious those members who are being supportive.  Make no mistake about it, WE’RE NOT JUST AFTER REVIEWS HERE!  Our mission is to give ALL members our full support by purchasing their books, reading their books and then sharing an HONEST review of their book.   When it’s your turn, aren’t you going to expect the same?

I love the level of excellence RRBC stands for and strives for, each-and-every day. The club inspires us all to be the very best of who we are. I love the honesty and values this club espouses. The many reviews I’ve received on my books have reflected that constructive honesty. I have grown and learned as a result.

I am still utterly stunned at the wonderful support the club gives to its members. It inspires me to do more.

And for me the most precious thing of all is the friendships that have blossomed and grown here. I have been welcomed and  included in the warmth, support, and human kindness of a large group of people. Those friendships have enriched my life beyond measure.

I have reasons aplenty to celebrate the day I joined Rave Reviews Book Club.

Here is a link to the club, stop by and take a close look, I believe you’ll enjoy the experience even more than you hoped for.

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“Glimpses Across the Barricades” Poetry Collection #1 ‘The Pigeon Lady’ by Suzanne Burke.

Hello, and thank you for making the time to drop by. I will be sharing one of my poems each week, from my wip “Glimpses Across the Barricades” A collection of my own takes on those moments that bring about change in our lives.

 

 Glimpses Across the Barricades.

‘The Pigeon Lady’

A Story Poem.

By Suzanne Burke.

In loving memory of ‘Noelene’.

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She fed pigeons in the park opposite my home.
The same bench each day she occupied; she never seemed to roam.
There she sat in the early morn and again at end of day.
On my way to work as I hurried by, she’d smile at me and say
“Good morning dear, a lovely day for your early morning walk.”
I nodded my response; I did not make the time to talk.
I’d quickly grab a coffee from the station coffee shop
and gulp it down as I waited for my crowded train to stop.
My working days were filled with legal speak and lengthy hours.
I remained remote and untouchable inside my clever ivory tower.
My world was filled with designer clothes, and all the correct possessions,
and of course, I had my dearest friends, and our numerous bitch sessions.
My calendar was full with gallery openings and plays-
I was on the “A” list of the social must invites, where I worked hard to stay.
I surrounded myself with people whose favorite word was ‘yes’,
those cool, together, people, who never showed distress.
The seasons changed with rapid pace, the fall wind was chill.
The pigeon lady remained upon her bench, and smiled her greeting still,
A battered straw hat she always wore, upon her graying head.
I didn’t break my stride as she spoke. I hurried by instead.
The mornings grew darker, as days were met by early winter snow,
yet still she sat with her battered hat, perhaps she had nowhere else to go.
It was not my problem after all; therefore, I didn’t stop to ask
I had Christmas shopping yet to do, so I thought only of that task.
One early morning in late December, I awakened so unwell
the thought of going out to work my fevered brain dispelled.
The illness burned and left me weak and shaking in my bed,
day merged with night, as I lay with pain pounding in my head.
For three days I lay in sweat-drenched delirium, yet shook with fevers chill,
I telephoned my dearest friends for help; they were all too busy still.
By day four the weakness had me in tears of lost despair.
My doorbell rang, I answered …  to find the Pigeon Lady there.
“Good morning dear,” was her surprising greeting,
she continued on, and said “I’ve made you soup but it needs heating.”
She stood there in her battered hat then gave me flowers that she bore,
she laughed, a quite delightful sound, at the expression that I wore.
“I’ve missed you dear,” was all she said, as she escorted me briskly back to bed.
I was confused, which clearly showed, pain was pounding in my head.
“Where is your linen kept?” she asked, she then changed my sweat-soaked sheets.
She raised the blinds to let the sunshine in, and then I had her soup to eat.
After the soup she explained, “Your gardener told me you were ill.”
I had no idea what to say, my eyes were closing against my will.
“Come on, young woman, off to sleep,” said she, and I gladly went.
I slept at once in my clean fresh sheets. My crying was all spent.
I awoke unsure of what I’d see, a delightful aroma filled the room;
a cheery fire awaited me, to take away the chilly gloom.
She’d left a note, which read, ‘I’ve left a meal, and tomorrow I will call.’
I had not the strength to ponder, why she had come at all.
On the morrow just on daybreak, she was there once more
Her clothing clean and tidy, yet still her battered hat she wore.
I didn’t know how to thank her for the kindness she had shown.
It was so far outside my experience, on the streets where I had grown.
“Your life has been so empty dear.” How did she understand?
“It will be all right you’ll see;” said she, as she gently touched my hand.
“What is your name, my dear?” she asked, with her sweet slow smile
“Of course I gave you your park name, it’s been bestowed on you a while.”
“My park name?” I queried. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Oh; I give everyone a name my dear!” and her eyes began to gleam.
“We have so many characters in the passing parade I see,
that I bestow on each a name that means who they are to me.”
I was not certain I would like or understand what I was about to hear.
She looked at me, and gave my hand a pat. “Why you are the ‘Lady Guinevere;’
still in search of ‘Camelot’. Be patient dear, she added, I just know it will arrive;
if you can just stop from shutting out the world in order to survive.”
How had this strange woman looked inside, and found the child that once I’d been?
I was profoundly shaken, how could she know these things others had not seen?
She smiled once more and waited, “And so what is your name?”
I grinned at her at last, and made no attempt to hide my pain.
“My name is Jennifer,” I said, how we laughed at that. ‘Guinevere’ was so correct
“Well now, Lady Jennifer.” she said, in her manner so direct
“My name is Francesca, however dear; you may call me Fran.”
We shook hands my new friend and I, and we talked as some friends can.
Three more days went by before I was well enough to work resume
Fran came by each day to check on me, she didn’t just assume
always asking if it were convenient for her again to call,
I thanked her and told her truly it was not inconvenient at all.
Day four I had risen early it was still a little dark
I made two mugs of hot, sweet, tea and joined Fran in the park
She was clearly so delighted, we enjoyed that place and time.
Then each morning thereafter, a small bench space was mine
I learned about the pigeons; their names and all their individual deeds .
They soon became accustomed to my joining in their morning feeds
Fran shared with me her park people, and a few I helped identify
There was, Mr. Baggy Pants who almost lost them as he scurried by,
and young Master Odd Sox, was color blind for sure,
I became ever more grateful, that she had knocked upon my door.
People that I worked with commented on a change in me
Mostly they seemed uncomfortable. So they just let me be.
Fran one morning said to me as another season changed
“Lady Jennifer my friend, a dinner I have arranged.”
“I’d like you to come home with me tomorrow after work”
“Come home with you?” I questioned, then, I felt a total jerk.
Luckily she laughed at me, and no offense did take
“Yes dear I have a family, and a home” she corrected my mistake.
I had mixed feelings about that evening, I was unsure what to do. I mentioned this to Fran, who said “My dear you just be you.”
Our morning ritual we shared and arranged a time to meet.
Fran’s large dog was so pleased to meet me, he knocked me off my feet.
I was welcomed as her trusted friend by her sons, all three.
Thomas was the eldest, head of the family was he.
The middle son was Jacob, so like his mother he did look.
The youngest one was Elijah who read me like a book.
All three sons proudly wore policemens’ uniforms.
Their father was killed in the line of duty, I was sadly then informed.
The time flew by so quickly, and often to their home I went
Many happy hours of shared dreams and laughter was time so gladly spent
Fran held herself so gracefully, I could not think of her as old.
I did not want to ask her age fearing she would think me bold.
Her hair was completely gray by now; and her hands would often shake.
And as the distance she would walk became difficult to make; she said no words to indicate that may have worried me
her carefree laugh, and ready smile, were all she’d let me see.
I awoke one morning as usual and prepared our cups of tea
I walked outside, then, stopped in shock; for Fran I could not see.
The pigeons were all there waiting, as it softly began to rain,
She is just late I told myself; I waited for hours in vain.
A police car stopped outside my home, Thomas looked my way;
I did not want to hear the words he said; I wanted to run away.
Our beloved Fran had gone to bed, and in her sleep had died
Thomas put his arms around me as we clung to each other and cried.
I feed pigeons in the park opposite our home
I wear Frans’ battered old straw hat; I have not far to roam.
My daughter lay safely in her pram. The passing parade goes by.
My small Francesca loves the birds, and greets them with a delighted cry
Her daddy Thomas dotes on her, and on me, his wife.
Every day I tell my Francesca more about her grandma’s life;
One morning as we sat there, a young woman strutted into view.
A “Lady Guinevere” at last! I looked up and smiled,
Fran this one’s for you.

 

Book Review: “Ingrid.(Daughter of The Alvar) Book 1.” By Hannah Warren.

Welcome to my first BOOK REVIEW of 2017 “Ingrid. (Daughter of The Alvar) Book 1.

Let’s meet the author, Hannah Warren.

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When I’m not writing or thinking about writing, you can find me at the paid job at my local university translating stuff and recruiting international students, experimenting with organic food in my kitchen, stretching my old bones in Yoga or glued to WhatsApp exchanging funny messages with my grown-up kids.

But writing is the real deal for me. I love creating complex characters (mostly women), who are faced with impossible choices in life and still they crack it, whether they perish or not. I write both contemporary and historical fiction and suppose I’m quite old school with my descriptive, character-driven style.

Recently I joined the writer’s collective 13th Sign Publishing. Apart from publishing books, we bring out a quarterly free eZine on topics we love: healthy living, healthy eating and great reading.

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On a lonely windswept island off the coast of Sweden, there is a place so desolate it feels abandoned by the fates. And yet, it possesses a strange beauty, which summons souls to awakening. This is the Alvar. Its very nature is a contradiction, and it is this ambiguity that calls to Ingrid, daughter to the vicar of Smedby.

Raised as God-fearing, she believes in charity, and when Kalle returns unexpectedly to the island community, her instinct is to help him. Considered a pariah by all due to his sordid past, one that saw him exiled for many years, he ventures into the Alvar to live, to escape the censure of the villagers. In this desolate place, how will he survive? Ingrid resolves to help him.

No one will tell Ingrid why Kalle was exiled. Her father commands her to stay away from the poacher. Their housekeeper warns her off. Her brother does not know what happened. Her French tutor, Max, is new to the island. The mystery is overwhelming and the only one who knows the truth is Kalle himself. In the spirit of charity, and also curiosity, Ingrid befriends Kalle, hoping to uncover the past, hoping also to help him survive the Alvar.

A gypsy reveals to Ingrid that she will lose everything, but the cossetted vicar’s daughter is headstrong. She enters the Alvar despite every warning … and meets her fate there.

MY REVIEW:🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

I made a decision in the past year to explore genres hitherto outside my usual comfort zone. Historical Fiction is a relatively new genre for me, and I approached it with an open mind, guided also by the fact that I have read and enjoyed other works by Author Hannah Warren.

Let me first explore the primary character of Ingrid.

Ingrid at the age of sixteen is the over protected and exceedingly naive daughter of the Vicar of Smedby. Her decision making process is governed by the strictest of upbringings  and the socially acceptable behavior patterns of a community isolated from the influences of the outside world by location, and crafted by the prejudices that exist within such a closely bound village.

Ingrid’s position as the vicars’ daughter is viewed with eyes that hold her both above, and accordingly protected from, anything even remotely connected with scandal; and herein lay the foundations of future behavior as this young girl experiences her first tantalizing and unexplored tastes of burgeoning womanhood.

Rebellion in teenagers can take many forms, and Ingrid finds herself both intrigued by, and more than a little curious about the arrival of a man whose actions when he was a part of this community earned him both the disrespect and hushed whispers that accompany anything considered outside of acceptable parameters.

Ingrid’s first acts of disobedience, are, in part, retaliation against the confines of her upbringing, and her newly dawning awareness of womanhood, and her need to exert her own will, whatever the cost. The arrival back in the village of the forbidden Kalle is simply too intriguing to resist.

Kalle’s character is less finely drawn, for to do so would reveal more than the reader needs to know if tension is to be maintained. Suffice it to say that he, along with other lesser characters is crafted beautifully.

The location itself is what helps drive this work to its unexpected conclusion. Author Hannah Warren invites you to experience the stark windswept place known as The Alvar. A place that invites secrets, and houses its own deep sense of mystery and darkness.

I detest spoilers in reviews, and to share more here would detract from what I found to be a enormously enjoyable and unpredictable reading experience.

I highly recommend this work, and look forward to reading more of this series.

Purchase ‘Ingrid’ here on Amazon.com.

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BOOK REVIEW: “Finding Gina” by Lizzie Chantree.

FINDING GINA by LIZZIE CHANTREE

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A contemporary romance read with a magical twist! By Lizzie Chantree.

Can a sprinkling of stardust overcome a past full of demons?

Gina had traversed the breadth of the country in her little campervan to try and find everyone on her grandmother’s list, before her father drunk himself into an early grave. She leant down and pulled the battered and worn journal from her bag and opened it to the latest page. The neatly written names were etched onto her heart and she was determined to visit every single one and compensate them in some way. Her family’s debt had to be repaid.

Lewis read another provincial story about a ‘guardian angel’ who had been helping families across the country and his reporters nose began to itch. He was sure that if he could track down the girl they were talking about, he would unearth an even bigger story. He just had to work out how to locate her and then find out what it was that she was running from!

MY REVIEW. 🌟🌟🌟🌟 + A warm and entertaining read.

Romance isn’t a genre I read a great deal. When I do, I would normally look for something perhaps a little more gritty. However; I recently watched the book trailer for “Finding Gina” and it left me curious about just what the book would hold. So I went into the book understanding that it wouldn’t be offering the steamier side of romance. I read it based on that understanding.

Other reviewers have commented about the few editing glitches the book has, and yes, I noticed them, but they weren’t numerous so they didn’t prove to be too great a distraction.

The characterizations in the book are well drawn, and most, but not all the people you meet on Gina’s journey towards happiness are necessary and great additions to the overall story line.

The humor is quite delicious, and the misunderstandings between characters are a delight; and a reflection of the very human failing we all seem to possess, of looking for the worst case scenario and refusing to see the possibility of people just caring without a hidden agenda.

I was cheering for the good guys and hoping that all would come right in the end. If you are looking for steamy romance, you won’t find it here. This book plays gently with love, it offers up hope and just that feel good aftertaste of something sweet.

I wish we could give a 4+ rating, sadly we can’t. I enjoyed the book for what it is, a feel good and light, easy read, for those days when that is exactly what we need to sit down with.

It is a lovely story.  I found the only distraction for me was too many characters that didn’t need to be added to further the storyline. Would I read more of Lizzie Chantree’s work? Absolutely, yes! I believe her to be a very talented author.

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Book Review: “Charlottesville” by Joanne Sexton.

 

BOOK REVIEW “CHARLOTTESVILLE” by Joanne Sexton.

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BLURB.An American Civil War Love Story

Being a southern belle is hard enough, but it’s even harder if your perspective is at odds to those of your parents and of the times. The Civil War swoops into the heart of the South, taking husbands, beaus, and hope. No one dreams of being a widow, or of harboring a fugitive, but Savannah never was one to follow rules.
There should be shame in falling in love with a Yankee, the very symbol of how she lost her husband and how the South has been disrupted and destroyed, but the heart is free despite being caught in a cage. Love is as cruel as it is kind. Suffering two swift losses, husband and then Jed, Savannah lives with the only thing left; hope.
Savannah hopes she can find him again, hopes he can find her, despite the carnage of war, despite the desecration of law and order. A rebel never surrenders, and neither does Savannah.

 

My REVIEW.🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Fresh, inviting and a good read.

The challenge any author faces when writing a romance novel set in America’s Deep South just prior to the outbreak of the Civil War is huge.

Comparisons will inevitably be made to the book that set the bar so high in this field. Yes, I’m talking about “Gone with the Wind.” Margaret Mitchell’s characters are the benchmark, and trying to erase the visions of Clarke Gable as Rhett Butler and Vivienne Leigh as the indomitable Scarlett O’Hara is difficult if not downright impossible.

Having read previous works by author Joanne Sexton I wanted to see just how she attacked this awesome challenge. I made a concerted effort to read this book as something fresh, new, and set my pre-conceived notions aside.

If you can do that, then you are free to enjoy this fresh take.

The characterizations are beautifully crafted in this book, there are no cookie cutter types here, each of the pivotal characters are fresh. I found myself invested in their lives from the outset.

Meet Savannah. Raised in the Deep South by parents who dared go against the norm, and elected to free their slaves before Lincoln had ever called for it. Her friends are aghast initially; however Savannah’s dignity and sturdy defense of her parents choices win many, if not all of them, over.

They don’t share her upbringing, but she is someone they love and admire. The conflict is well handled.

Savannah finds love and marries; just in time for him to be sent off to fight in a war, he believes is just.

The author communicates the frustrations of distance and uncertainty extremely well. Savannah’s innocence is shattered in the aftermath of his death.

When she takes in a Yankee in the form of Jed all her beliefs are challenged, and challenged harshly. The author allows us to see her inner turmoil; the guilt she carries as she begins to fall heavily for a man fighting on the other-side is handled well.

Jed is a strong male figure. Depicted well.

Ultimately, this book is a Romance. Although the conflict of the setting and the people and their aspirations are clearly and lovingly etched, it is ultimately a romance, and a fine one.

If Romance is what you are seeking in this book, then you will enjoy it. Fresh, inviting and a good read.

Purchase ‘Charlottesville on Amazon .com

Amazon PAGE for Joanne Sexton.

You will find Joanne on Twitter at @JoWritesRomnce.

Joanne Sexton on Facebook here

Book Review: “Bound By The Summer Prince” (Spellbound Hearts Book 2) by Mistral Dawn.@MistralKDawn #RRBC

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Say Hi to author Mistral Dawn, as I review her book, ”Bound By The Summer Prince (Spellbound Hearts Book 2.)

Meet the author.

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US, but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)). She has written three full-length novels in the Spellbound Hearts series, Taken By The Huntsman, Bound By The Summer Prince, and Captivated By The Winter King, as well as Intrigue In The Summer Court, a novella in the Spellbound Hearts series.

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The Summer Court is in an uproar. The king has just been executed for unpardonable crimes, and the queen is prostrate with grief over his loss. This leaves the Summer kingdom bereft of true leadership; a problem which is compounded by the fact that the laws of Fairie require balance to be maintained by having a male and a female ruler for both Season Courts at all times. Uaine, the Summer prince, is the only one who can put things right, but he is without a mate. Knowing that he must take a bride quickly, for the sake of his people, even though he is struggling with his own feelings of pain and anger over his father’s treachery, he goes for a walk in a forest near the palace to try to clear his head and determine how best to choose a female to rule beside him.

 

While walking Uaine discovers a human female running loose in Fairie, which is against the most basic tenets of Fae law. Furious at one more problem he must deal with, he takes her prisoner and locks her in the dungeon; only to discover later that she is his soul-mate. The magical bond between them means they are meant to be together forever, but humans can’t feel the magic of Fairie. Will Uaine be able to win her heart and convince her that she can trust him to keep her safe from all the dangers of Fairie…including himself?

Roni is a human con woman and petty thief. Having run afoul of the local crime syndicate in the city where she is staying, she finds herself running for her life. Trouble is no stranger to her, but when she falls through a hole in a wall and finds herself in a world with carnivorous trees and rocks that eat people she realizes she may have found more of it than she can deal with. Rescued/arrested by the prince of the Summer Court, it doesn’t take long for her to formulate a plan to use him to get herself home. Unfortunately for her, she soon finds that her heart, which she had thought long ago turned to stone, has begun to feel the love she has been playing at. Will she be able to overcome a lifetime of caution and allow herself to follow her heart? Can a criminal love a cop?

Please be aware that this book contains explicit sexual scenes, depictions of BDSM, and anal play. If these things disturb you, then this may not be the book for you

 

MY REVIEW:🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

Bound by The Summer Prince was recommended to me by members of a book club I belong to. Erotic Fantasy is not normally a genre I seek out to read, but this book has opened that door and made certain I will explore it further.

The characters have layers of complexity that peel away like a Spanish onion leaving their underbelly exposed and vulnerable.

There is nothing two dimensional in this work, and Author Mistral Dawn has crafted beautifully drawn characterizations.

Let’s explore Roni. Roni is street-smart, savvy, and prides herself on her ability to always remain one step ahead of anyone else in her dark life. She is uncompromisingly human, and therefore fallible. Her underestimation of the people she has conned has resulted in her running for her life, and tasting the fear that being pursued carries with it.

Author Mistral Dawn cleverly draws us into this character, and because of the hidden depths of pain, and Roni’s refusal to acknowledge her ability to really feel the love she normally uses as a weapon, I find myself liking her, and ultimately cheering for her to not only survive the Fae world she stumbles into, but to find the magic that will turn her cold heart into a warm and beating thing.

The Summer Prince, Uaine, is Fae. A man struggling to come to terms with the betrayal of his father the King who paid the ultimate price of execution for his acts. Uaine worries for his mother as her grief overwhelms her, and although he knows he must marry in order to take his place as king, his heart is heavy, he wants and needs much more than the females offering themselves to him. He craves a woman who will see beyond the trappings of Royalty and share the depth of love he is capable of feeling.

The story develops well, and we are given deeper insights into the characters, and the land they are in.

I don’t want to introduce spoilers, the book deserves to be read.

The author has introduced the erotic sequences with a deft touch. Allowing the reader to see, feel and hear her characters as they further explore their feelings and each other. The sexual content is not used simply for shock value, but it is interwoven with tenderness in a way that will leave most readers nodding in understanding as they read.

I will recommend Bound by The Summer Prince to everyone that enjoys a well-crafted, fast-paced and thoroughly enjoyable reading experience. I will now be seeking out other works from Author Mistral Dawn.

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Welcome Friday’s Featured author: Yvette M Calleiro.

I love discovering and sharing new and exiting authors. Today join me as I explore the writing world of Yvette M Calleiro: A lady with an amazing smile and a blazing talent.

Let’s say “Hi” to Yvette.

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Yvette M. Calleiro is a heavily addicted reader of both young adult and adult novels.  She spends most of her free time psuedo-living in paranormal worlds with her fictional friends (and boyfriends). She’s also been known to run on the elliptical machine at her gym for hours while reading anything from paranormal to fantasy to suspenseful thrillers. When she’s living amongst real people, Yvette M. Calleiro is a high school Reading teacher. She’s been sharing her love of literature with her students for over seventeen years. Besides writing about the various characters that whisper (and sometimes scream) in her head, she enjoys traveling, watching movies, spending quality time with family and friends, and enjoying the beauty of the ocean. Yvette lives in Miami, Florida, with her beautiful son who allows her to enjoy children’s literature all over again. She also shares her space with an assortment of crazy saltwater animals in her 300-gallon tank.

So, let’s explore Yvette’s books. Book one

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How do you choose when both options have dire consequences?

Sofia is a 17 year old who is quite content with her life. She has a caring boyfriend who also just happens to be her best friend since birth. She has a loving mother. She is successfully completing her last year of high school and enjoys her part-time job. She can’t imagine wanting more from her life…until Ar’ch (pronounced Ar-rick) enters her dreams, sparking a burning flame inside of her that she can’t seem to extinguish nor does she want to.

Ar’ch is a Diasodz (Die-ah-sodz), a species created by the Goddess back when God created humans. Diasodz were made to heal and protect humans, but when the Diasodz turned their backs on helping humans and left Earth to live in their own world, the Goddess abandoned them. Since then, their powers and their very lives have been fading. A prophecy foretold that a young girl born on Earth would be the Diasodz’s savior. Ar’ch and his brother, Angel, travel to Earth to retrieve her and bring her back to their world before her death day in order to save their kind. Ar’ch knows the drill: find the target, capture her, and safely bring her home. But what happens when the target captures his dormant heart?

Choices create action. Actions have consequences. When faced with the truth, what choice will Sofia make? Will she be able to accept the consequences that follow?

What just one of her many reviewers had to say.

Outstanding!  🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

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Sofia’s story starts with a dream and quickly evolves into a mystery, a quest and the need to make an impossible choice. How does one choose between the familiar and expected path, and a place and path that can barely be believed, especially when the wrong choice can result in death, or the obliteration of an entire race?

Yvette Calleiro has created a stunning, multi-layered conflict involving a teen-aged girl, her long-time boyfriend, and a mysterious, sexy man who appears in her dreams. Ms. Calleiro’s characters are strong and believable. Her story is well-plotted and the book is very well-written. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed The One Discovered, and can hardly wait for the next book.

BOOK TWO.

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Sofia has lost everything that was important to her: her mother, her boyfriend, and her best friend. Even the belief that humans are the only beings in the world has been stripped away, but she has no time to dwell on her losses because she’s been transported to a new world to become the savior of the Diasodz. Sofia trusted Ar’ch and Angel to be there for her and to guide and protect her, but only Angel has held true to his word. Ar’ch has abandoned her, leaving her to feel tricked and betrayed.

Ar’ch brought Sofia home, fulfilling his mission to bring their savior safely to their world, but it didn’t come without a cost. Rafe, Sofia’s boyfriend, was killed, and Ar’ch believes Sofia blames him for it. Ar’ch’s sole focus becomes doing what is best for Sofia, and in his mind, that does not include him.

As Sofia deals with Ar’ch’s absence, she throws herself into learning about the Diasodz’s history. She grows stronger both emotionally and physically, and begins to accept her role in their world, but not everyone is convinced that she is the one whom the prophecy states will save them.

Beliefs will be challenged. Secrets will be revealed. Relationships will be shattered. And in the aftermath, evil will see its opportunity and strike. Will Sofia be able to handle it all? Or will the savior of the Diasodz lose her will to continue?

Here is what just one of her reviewers had to say.

If you like fantasy, then you’ll love this. This is the second book in the series and it is just as intriguing as the first installment. I love the way the author keeps you on the edge of your seat with the sexual tension and electricity between the two main characters. It takes a great writer to do that and keep my interest. I can’t wait to read the third installment and don’t know how I ever stopped and let a long time lapse between the first and second installments. Won’t happen this time. Good Job well done!.

BOOK THREE

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When Sofia chose to leave Rafe to live with Ar’ch in another world, Rafe’s system shut down and sent him to an early death. But Rafe didn’t die, at least not permanently. Rafe is a Diasodz, and his death simply freed him from his human shell so that he could become the powerful Diasodz that he was meant to be.

He awakened to a completely new reality, a reality in which he was the prince to a kingdom of powerful beings. His parents, Drake and Damiana, were the rulers of the Raizyns, a group of Diasodz who were determined to take their rightful place in the world. And Rafe would be the savior who would lead them on their quest.

Rafe wanted to please his father, especially since he had just met him. To do that, he needed to learn how to fight like a Raizyn and how to master his newfound skill. He needed to become stronger, faster, and more powerful. Rafe needed to become the savior they all expected him to be. That was what was required of him.

But there was one thing that was more important than everything else. One person. Sofia. Rafe was going to find a way to get her back, even if it cost him his life. Again.

Here is what one reviewer had to say.

What tangled webs they weave! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

By Aida L. Guerra on February 2, 2016

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I love this series & the characters – even some of the ones that are supposed to be “evil”. There are so many layers of intrigue, secrets, mystery, magic & love! Can’t wait for book four and have the characters learn the truth about each other! I especially liked this book and the point of view, definitely rounds up the story from book two. Great job!!!
And now I along with a great many folks eagerly await Book 4 in this wonderful collection.

So now just where do you find Yvette M Valleiro and her books?

Right here…

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Talent Spotter #9. Featuring Author Silke Ming.

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I’m delighted to welcome Author Silke Ming to Talent Spotter. Her book ‘Three Degrees East of Bliss’ is now available for Pre-order!

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Jason Porter is convinced his lover Gabriel Parker is being unfaithful.

Hypnosis reveals that in the early 1900’s, Gabriel used to be a priest named Damien Fassnidge, who due to a sexual indiscretion, was banished to the island of Barbados as punishment.

Sailing from Cork to Barbados to take up his new position, Damien meets and befriends a brash, young Irishman named Nicholas Duffy, who is also on his way to take up the position as a sugar plantation manager. In Barbados friendship turns to love. Torn between his love for the church and his love for Nicholas, Damien decides to leave the priesthood, but before he has a chance to resign, an anonymous letter is sent to the church and he is dismissed. Defrocked and ashamed, he and Nicholas plan to leave the island, but a new piece of information comes to light which puts their relationship in jeopardy.

Will Jason Porter believe this incredible story about Gabriel Parker?

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Nicholas Duffy watched Damien walk away. He liked him. He was not the usual, stuffy, old priest. He had a sense of humor, he was young and best of all, he took the occasional nip of gin. In addition, he was very handsome with his red hair, green eyes, and a muscular build. He was definitely not the image one conjures up when thinking of a man of the cloth.

Sitting with Father Damien had its advantages. He was a deterrent to those mothers eager to have their spinster daughters married off because they all knew that there were no eligible young men on the island. As long as he was sitting with the priest, mothers did not dare approach him on such a delicate subject.

The two men were as different as night and day. One was renowned as a gentleman and a man of the cloth, while the other was a man seeking to find his place in society, and Barbados was just the place to do it in spite of the unscrupulous reputation of the island. Nicholas`s lifestyle did not quite fit in with his conservative surroundings in Ireland, and when he saw the advertisement in the local paper, he jumped at his chance to climb the ladder of success.

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“You’re gawking at me,” Damien remarked.

“I like looking at you. I was thinking how much more handsome you’ve become. It must be the Barbadian sunshine and fresh air.”

Damien put his cutlery down, and their eyes met.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would swear that you’re coming on to me.”

Nicholas did not reply, but kept on gazing at Damien.

“Tell me, Damien. Why did you become a priest?”

“Just as you wanted to be a plantation manager here on this island, is the same reason why I became a priest.”

“I had always thought that it had to be a calling. Why do I think yours wasn’t a calling?” he asked, getting up and standing behind Damien’s chair.

“That’s a misconception, Nick. It was a calling,” Damien said, reaching for his glass and swallowing back the rum in one gulp.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Father?”

“What makes you think that?”

“You seem nervous,” Nicholas said, returning to his seat and continuing his lunch. “Do you remember that night when I came to your room? I was distressed and in need of comfort, and you comforted me.”

“That’s part of my vocation. I’m here to console those in distress.”

“Father, you are playing with me. You know what I’m saying, and if you don’t know, I’ll spell it out for yer.”

“It’s getting late. Perhaps I should be going.”

“So you do understand what I’m talking about?”

Nicholas stood up and moved close to Damien, so close he could smell the rum on his breath. Damien was nervous, and it showed. His eyelashes fluttered like a moth attracted to light, and he headed for the kitchen door, mistaking it for the entrance door.

“Can I get you something?” the wide-eyed housekeeper asked, unaccustomed to seeing house guests in the kitchen.

“I was on my way out, but I opened the wrong door.”

“I’ll show you the way out, Father.”

Nicholas was waiting by the car when he ran down the stairs.

“I wish you wouldn’t run away, Damien,” he said, opening the car door for the priest. “I’m sorry if I misjudged you. I was sure you wanted the same thing I wanted.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nicholas. I guess we both misunderstood each other.”

“I didn’t misunderstand you, Damien. I heard your fervent prayer.”

“What prayer?”

“I was lying naked on your bed that night, having just emptied my stomach. I passed out, and when I came to, I heard your pleas. You were asking if I was sent to your room to tempt you.”

“You were confused.”

“I wasn’t, and you know I wasn’t. You wanted me, didn’t you, Damien?”

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Talent Spotter #5. My guest today:Author Kelli Young.

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My guest:

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Ainslee MacDonald is a fierce lass, and not one to shrink from danger. Jeopardy has a way of finding her and it does when the Saxons invade the Scottish Highlands. Meeting hardship after challenging hardship, her indomitable spirit flourishes when she meets her soul friend, her Anam Cara.

Conall Geirson is no mere man; he is the beast who comes to Ainslee’s aid, bonding their fates. His tribe is hidden, more myth and legend, but Ainslee’s knows they’re real, for Conall’s love is so visceral that she forsakes tradition to vow her life to him.

Their path is perilous, devoted, heartbreaking, and beautiful. Lairds, soldiers, priests, and crones may derail their perfect union, but the one thing no human counted on was her sons being forged of their mother’s mettle, or that love transcends human perception.

This is an epic journey which tugs so hard on the heartstrings they break.

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“Sorceress! Heretic! Devil’s Consort! Witch!” accused the crowd.

With her head down as the people standing around hurled curses and insults, Ainslee tried to steady the rhythm of her heart. The tightness in her chest was beginning to make her faint, fear of her condemnation increasing at the unpredictability of the mob.

Dressed only in her night-clothes, having fallen to her knees as the village folk pushed and pulled at her, she was shoved to the resident parish.

Christianity was new to her village and those whom lived on the outskirts, like her and her clan they were not open to the idea of this one god. Though a crude building made like most of the thatch and moss houses, the parish was like walking into Rome with its golden crosses and foul incense.

The priest, Father Paddrig, was a portly man with rotten teeth, breath that would send a fiend fleeing, and had the presence of the Bog Man himself. He was sent from Ireland to redeem the masses in this heathen countryside, whether they required it or not.

Most of the village was too afraid to tell him that wasn’t their way, for he had threatened hellfire down upon them if they weren’t willing to convert. The gods they worshipped were all about nature and love. Hellfire was the last thing they wanted to mess with, though they had not the slightest idea of what it even was.

As Ainslee gained her footing the rioters forced her back to her knees. Bloodied and bruised she crawled toward the prayer benches, seeking refuge. Before she was abducted from the pond below her own thatch and moss abode, she had blessed and kissed her two little boys to sleep.

“Bring her forward, bring me the Whore of Babylon!” shouted Fr. Paddrig.

Hands rushed to seize her upper arms. Stunned at the intense pressure of the hold, she struggled and scratched. Ainslee knew it would make it worse, but in her heart she had reason to fight.

Her fatherless sons were bastards to the villagers and the church, yet beloved to her clan. While she carried both of her boys, going to the village to trade goods was difficult. She was called names for they knew she had no husband. Some would refuse her altogether. Niall was the oldest at seven years, and Bowie only five.

At seven her Niall was broad of shoulder, thin in the waist and hips, hair like a highland bull. His mouth was smart but only to those who warranted it. His mind like a sponge soaking up everything around him. Fearless to a fault he was her championBowie was her little lover. Arms always outstretched to claim her neck; he would smother her in butterfly kisses. Bowie had a pucker that would eventually drive the lasses wild, with eyelashes they would swoon over. He had the look of mischief with a hint of innocence that kept you guessing at which you would get. His tawny hair, big blue eyes, and crooked grin got him out of trouble more than she could count.

They were her heart, her world. She knew she would never see them grow to be the men she had taught them to be. They would never get to see the pride in her eyes as they took their wives in handfasting, had their bairn, or made lives for themselves. She would never get to introduce them to the man reputed as their father.

She told them stories of how they met, fell in love, and brought them into the world. Oh how she wished they could know their father, but it had to be this way for all their protection. She would be the village heretic, the devil’s consort, or even the Whore of Babylon, for all of them.

Their secret would die with her. She would not allow the village to harm what was hers, and what she loved, because of their ignorance of what has been for hundreds of years.

 What reviewers are saying!

# 1 …The story of Conall and Ainslee left me feeling so many emotions. These two were fated to be together but supernatural circumstances kept them from truly living the life they were due.I fell in love with them both and I cried like a baby reading about the injustice that was heaped upon Ainslee more than once.Kelli McDonald Young has the ability to make you live her stories,I found myself not reading words but immersed in the story like a voyeur.When I read the last page I felt cheated because I Needed More,so you can imagine the elation that swept over me when I found out there will indeed be more!! Thank you Kelli for enriching my life with your glorious words!

# 2 …In her debut, author Kelli Young shows her immense ability for writing a truthful story with a supernatural twist set in Scotland long ago. Anam Cara is an epic adventure of so many things. A mother’s undying love for her children, uprising against a man and a religion that demonizes a woman who stands up against it, and the idea that love and the soul are eternal. This story speaks of ultimate sacrifices, love surviving even the darkest of times, and a dark and very enjoyable vengeance laid out. This story is a truth about life and love with themes that can be echoed in today’s day and age and yet the setting of the story made me feel as if I was in a country I had never been before and a time that I had only read in history books. Yet, I felt right at home as being part of the family.To say that I enjoyed the ending the best would be an understatement, because I think it was a very justified ending. I don’t really want to give it away but I think it is very suitable for the story. The best part about this writing is the fact that this is going to be a part of a series that novelist Kelli is putting together. This story was heart-wrenching, and yet satisfying on so many levels and I anticipate the next book in this series.

# 3 …This is one author who doesn’t shy away from the nitty gritty. Life was hard in the good old days and this is described explicitly. Many folk think we’d do better going backwards, back to living in the days before the Industrial revolution, back to ‘simpler’ times. Really? After reading this novel I don’t think those days were ‘simpler’, I think they were scary and brutal and horrendous.

# 4 …In this debut novel Kelli McDonald-Young manages to take us into a tale that feels like a hybrid between Danielle Steele and Diana Gabaldon, it was so emotive that I sobbed many times (in completely different places). I came to care so much about the characters that I just couldn’t bear their hardship, their heartbreaks, their pain. This is a love story, but it’s also a wake up call. Life wasn’t easier back then, not by a long shot.

It’s believable, unforgettable, and compelling. This is the kind of book you can’t leave alone, whenever you put it down to do something else the characters are dogging you, calling you, and it’s like a siren you can’t ignore. Loved it, well and truly loved this novel. It’s a highlander/viking romance set in historical times, and it’s so… so much more. I can’t wait for the next one!

The tale is complex and interesting, and the characters are colorful, drawing on the history of the place and the people who once inhabited the wild hills. The descriptions of the highlands brings the place to life, and the ending is not as expected. I would recommend this book for anyone interested in the tales of the pagan past of the Scottish Highlands, and the mysticism that surrounds them.

 

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