Their Discovery Rebecca Grace Allen
(Legally Bound, #3)
Publication date: April 29th 2019
Genres: Erotica, Romance
Exploring their fantasies could save their marriage…or push it over the edge
Legally Bound, Book 3
Samantha Archer’s life has hit a wall. Her world is housework, homework and reminding her husband—the biggest kid in the family—to help out at home. Once she felt confident, powerful and sexy, but Brady doesn’t seem to notice her anymore, and now all she feels is invisible.
Brady has tried being the goofy guy who stole Sam’s heart, but it’s not working. He’s losing the woman he loves and doesn’t have a clue how to fix it. He’s keeping his darkest fantasies hidden too, sure they’re not what Sam wants, and his inability to please her cuts him deeper than she knows.
When Sam lands a new job at a law firm, Brady still won’t pick up the slack, and one night giving him orders unexpectedly reignites their missing spark. Sam discovers the Femdomme she didn’t know she was, kindling Brady’s submissive desires.
But while things heat up inside the bedroom, life outside it starts unraveling. Brady’s need to call the shots at work complicates his hunger to kneel for his wife, and Sam has longed to experiment in more ways than one. Their exploration of dominance and submission goes a step too far when they invite Sam’s sultry switch coworker into their bed, and the fallout could cost them everything.
Warning: contains a six-foot-five, ex-football player geek and a ballsy, badass redhead who’s learning to unleash her inner Domme. Scenes depicting humiliation, pegging and threesomes could disturb, or stimulate a thirst for adventure.
Their Discovery is the third novel in the Legally Bound series by author Rebecca Grace Allen. The story follows married couple and college sweethearts Samantha and Brady Archer. Samantha is a stay-at-home mom of two daughters who is floundering in her passionless marriage to a distracted husband and countless responsibilities. Brady is a tech and computer whiz who finds himself easily distracted, forgetful, and frustrated by his inability to make his wife happy. Their rocky and nearly non-existent marriage all changes one night when Sam issues a few subtle commands that shift the parameters of their relationship and send them on a journey of sexual discovery.
Samantha is a relatable heroine- she is strong, keeps the family together, struggles with her self-image, and makes mistakes. I love that she embarks on this new journey while trying to balance her family life, being a mother, a wife, and a dominant in the bedroom. The concept of a female dominant in BDSM novels is one that is not explored nearly as much as those featuring a male domme. In fact, this was the first one I have read where the roles are reversed. I have always been curious about female dommes, however, always hesitated to explore this side of BDSM for fear that I would view the male protagonist as “weak”. This fear is also explored in conversations between Sam and Brady. Despite this role reversal, I found Brady to be just as strong as male dommes in other novels. Their Discovery was delightfully wicked, insanely relatable, and un-putdownable!
Brady’s character is endearing and compelling- this previous football player with a heart of gold, a body of steel, and the mind of a computer whiz will steal your heart. While I understood Sam’s frustration with his forgetfulness (I completely understand how she feels!), I also understood how she couldn’t help but want him around. Brady means well, his intentions are good, and flawed in the ways many humans are. The issues surrounding their relationship, the precarious search for boundaries, communication follies, and their desires to forage forth and sustain their marriage will have a lot of readers finding parallels in their own lives.
Their Discovery was a heartfelt story with two very relatable characters, plenty of toe-curling scenes, and situations that will leave your breathless and wanting more.
Four stars for Their Discovery!
Interview with Rebecca Grace Allen
How did the idea for Their Discovery form?
The idea for Their Discovery was in the back of my mind while I was writing the first book in the series, His Contract, but it didn’t really solidify until I was writing the second book, Her Claim. I knew Brady and Sam were struggling in their marriage, despite how they appeared to everyone else in their lives. I knew their older daughter’s behavior issues were becoming a problem, that Sam was feeling disconnected as a stay-at-home mom and Brady was using humor to cover up the fact that his marriage was falling apart. But Brady as a submissive was something I’d always planned, since I first start the series, and I was very excited to write a brawny, six foot five man who took on that role.
Were there parts of the story that went differently than you had originally planned?
The actual storyline did not change from my original plot, but the characters themselves did. I didn’t know the motivations behind the characters’ behaviors, so they came out on page differently than they initially were in my mind. But that happens sometimes when writing a book—the characters don’t really let you know who they are until you write them!
Were there any challenges to writing an erotica/romance where the characters were already in a committed relationship? If so, what were they?
It was very challenging, especially with characters who’ve been together for a long time. Brady and Sam have been together for over a decade and a half. They have kids—there’s no secrets between them, or so they thing—and they’ve lost that spark. I needed to write a new spark, and finding ways to make the characters reconnect, and face these desires they’ve kept silent from one another. There’s a very fun dishwashing scene that’s one of my favorites (Think: Sam ordering Brady to do some housework, then working him up in the process).
What is your favorite part of Samantha Archer’s character?
Sam’s resilience is my favorite aspect of her. Her backstory shows her losing her dream career, but despite that setback, she keeps going. She gains weight during her pregnancies, hits rock bottom, then picks herself off and starts shedding the pounds. She puts a profession on hold to take care of her kids, then gets back out there again. She’s a tough cookie, and I love that about her.
What makes Brady a compelling character?
Brady’s love for Sam, and his love/hate relationship with his own desires is what makes me love him as a character. He’s incredibly tall and strong, yet vulnerable, grappling with his sexual needs while trying to figure out how to still be a man in the process. He also adores his wife, always has, and that sweetness coupled with his size and sexual hunger makes him both endearing and desirable.
Did you listen to music while writing Their Discovery? If so, what artists and/or songs?
Do you plot your stories? Or do you allow the characters to drive them?
I am a plotter, through and through. I have story maps, outlines, and timelines. It’s all completely planned out. That being said, there are times that the characters remind me that I’ve left something out, or a new idea takes hold while I’m writing. But I always have a blueprint to follow.
What are two random and interesting facts about you?
One: I used to be a cast member at Walt Disney World. Two: Sam and I have something in common: our weight loss journey. So writing her was very personal for me.
What’s coming up next from you?
I have some short standalone novellas planned out, and then I’m starting an entire new series in the fall!
Well, Thank you so much for taking time to have this little Q&A session with me!
Thank you for having me!
Rebecca Grace Allen is an author of sweet, sexy and soul searching romance, emphasis on the sexy! She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.
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For the Reign Debbie Cassidy
(For the Blood #3)
Publication date: March 19th 2019
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Reverse Harem, Urban Fantasy
It’s hardly a fair race when you’re racing against time.
The Fangs and I have the answers we were looking for, but for me those answers come with a death sentence. But I’ll be damned if I got out easy. I’ll be damned if I go out before I can see our mission through.
Just as I’m coming to terms with my fate, hope drops into my lap like a succulent fruit. But hope can be deceptive, and I’m not one for putting all my eggs into on basket. The mission must remain my focus, but with obstacles stacking up, getting to the finish line may just take some divine intervention, but the cost…The cost might be more than I’m willing to pay.
The Vampire Diaries meets The Walking Dead in this Post-Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy with a slow burn Whychoose Romance
Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.
Have you ever seen something you can’t explain? Did it vanish as fast as it appeared?
Perhaps that thing you saw was lurking in the shadows, and you caught a glimpse of it before it went back into hiding.
There’s a good chance, of course, that the thing you saw simply emerged from your imagination.
Or maybe, just maybe, it didn’t…
Sapphire Smyth is no stranger to rejection. When she was only a baby, her father abandoned her after her mother died. Since then, Sapphire has never felt like she belonged anywhere, or with anyone. To make things worse, Sapphire's foster carers have now turned their back on her - on her eighteenth birthday. After living with them throughout her childhood, Sapphire has to find a new home. Is it any wonder she finds it hard to trust people?
Abandoned by the people she called family, Sapphire is alone and searching for some meaning in her life. Except that meaning has already come looking for her. When Sapphire discovers mysterious creatures lurking in the shadows, she soon realises that her fate is unlike anything she had ever imagined.
"Sapphire Smyth & The Shadow Five" is a six-part, serialised young adult fantasy story!
Sapphire Smyth and the Shadow Five is part one in the Shadow series by author R.J. Furness. This young adult fantasy follows Sapphire who, on her eighteenth birthday, is asked to leave her foster home after being given a bracelet- something that had been previously owned by her birth mother. A series of mishaps on her birthday reveal curious mysteries lying just beyond the human eye, as well as a world only dreamt of in fantastical stories.
This was my first-time diving into a serialized series, and I have to say that I quite enjoyed it. The experience reminded me of watching an episode of my favorite, engaging shows on Hulu- except the episode played out in my imaginary internal screen. I already can’t wait to “tune in” to the next installment. As for the story itself-
Despite the short length (once again, this is a serialized series), the plot was incredibly engaging. I have always been a fan of whimsical, creative, and imaginative tales, and this story had it all! The beginning was dark and ominous- setting the stage perfectly for a mystery that immediately pulls you in. The somber tone of the story shifts and turns and reveals a much larger plot and, maybe, just a smidgen of a brighter, if not more involved, future. While I am still learning about Sapphire’s character, what I did find is that she has a lot of healing to do in regard to her upbringing. Growing up in a foster home and living with the knowledge that a parent of yours did not want you must have left scars, followed by being ejected from her childhood home…well, we’ll see Sapphire’s internal journey towards acceptance and peace (hopefully! I’m an eternal optimist). I can understand her trust issues with those closest to her- such as her best friend, Ben.
Ben was also an intriguing character in the short amount of time we got to know him- I can’t wait to learn more about him! He’s a dark and fascinating yo-yo carrying mystery! As for his sister Grace- I’ll have to reserve judgment until further novels. Finally, the mystical beings introduced in the story were fascinating and unique! I have to say, after finishing this story I immediately began looking around at the shadows, wondering if they really could move. Was I really seeing the shadows moving at the corner of my eye? Or was it just my imagination? (I love it when authors make you wonder!).
The story ended perfectly! I can’t wait to see where Sapphire’s journey takes her.
If you enjoy short, engaging, imaginative, action-filled, young adult fantasy stories, then you MUST check out this series by R.J. Furness! Just wait- I can see this one getting its own movie- if not its own T.V. series!!
Beneath the Broken Moon: Season One Sarah Mäkelä
Publication date: March 18th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Carmela she struggles to choose between the alpha werewolf she’s destined for and the vampire she’s enchanted by, but the wrong decision could lead to deadly consequences…
Werewolf relationships are all about influence and offspring, especially as the species is becoming extinct. Carmela Santiago resents that type of life. She dreams of falling in love and being happy, not following the dismal example her parents have set.
When sensual vampire Derek Ashmore rescues her from dangerous hunters, she tumbles head over heels for him. Not a wise decision since werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies.
Meeting her caring mate-to-be Brendan Kelly has her further questioning the future. Regardless, her life has forever changed now that she’s met not one, but two men who pull at her heartstrings…
Bullets peppered the big screen of the Teatro de la Noche. Screams rang out around me, and I dropped to the floor, pulling my cousin Chandra down with me. Tension ached in my shoulders, and my heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal, desperate to escape.
Gunpowder stung my sensitive nose, but through the overpowering scent, I caught a whiff of a hunter heading our way. “Chandra, we have to move.”
If Chandra and I didn’t get out of here we’d end up dead—or worse, test subjects for the Cazador—human hunters ordered to scour the land of nocturnes by the plutocratic government.
“How? They’re all around us.” Chandra peeked over the seats before dropping back down beside me. “A few of them are chasing down those who ran from the first assault, but two more are heading straight for us.” She ran a manicured hand through her honey-brown hair, which was only a shade darker than my own. “Come on. I have a plan. Let’s try to sneak out the side door.” She crawled in the opposite direction, down the row of seats.
The sight of my cousin’s butt cheeks hanging out of her short skirt filled my vision; some things were better left unseen. I lowered my gaze, particularly since Chandra had forgone panties. She almost always held herself with an air of power and purpose. Perhaps that’s what it took to get attention from other werewolves. Chandra got it in heaps, but her lower social status stopped a lot of relationships.
While it was a horrible time to second-guess my modest fashion sense, I couldn’t help wonder if I should take a lesson from my cousin. My own blouse and dark blue jeans had much less pizzazz. But I doubted my father would allow me to dress like Chandra; we had a privileged image to uphold.
I bit my lip, struggling to turn my thoughts back to the problem at hand. This was all too much. How could we get out of here unscathed when the roar of gunfire continued to close in?
We reached the end of the aisle. Chandra moved to glance over the seat, when a shout came from the opposite end, startling us both.
“Run, Chandra!” I barely kept my voice to a whisper.
She sprinted toward the bright red exit sign at the front of the theater, and I chased after her, trying to keep my pace natural though her long legs made it challenging. Maybe if they suspected we weren’t nocturnes, they’d leave us alone.
The stomping of heavy boots on the theater’s plush carpets said otherwise. Then again, they weren’t opposed to taking their fellow humans down too. The very rich in power thrived on oppressing those less fortunate. What better way to keep the populace down than to have their thugs strike whenever possible.
“We should split up.” Chandra shoved a heavy trashcan in front of the door, but that wouldn’t be much of an obstacle to the pseudo-military bastards.
“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “No way. If we do that, we’ll—” The trashcan scraped the cement as the hunters tried to open the door. Maybe she was right. If we were together, there was a better chance of them catching us both. Alone, we might survive the night.
I nodded to her, and we took off in opposite directions down the alleyway behind the Teatro. The door slammed open, smacking the wall hard, as I turned the corner and headed toward the main street. I had to find somewhere to hide out before the hunters spotted me again.
In front of me, another group of Cazador chased a few werewolves down the main road. I slowed to keep my distance from them, but if I didn’t get somewhere fast, they were going to catch me. Ugh. As much as I loved getting out of the house and going to the movies, I wished I’d listened to my instincts tonight and stayed home.
Two sets of feet pounded the sidewalk behind me. Perhaps they’d spotted me before I reached the corner.
I picked up speed a little, pumping my arms as I struggled to keep to a human speed while staying out of range. The temptation to race through the streets nearly drove me to action, but I glanced back, seeing my pursuers for the first time.
One of the men had greying hair and a rounded belly, which explained the slower, heavier footfalls, while the other guy appeared younger and super-athletic. No wonder I was having trouble getting away. If he hadn’t been so scary, he might’ve been attractive. Pure masculine aggression raged through him, tensing his shoulders as his gaze focused solely on me, his prize. Each man carried a large-caliber handgun. I was just glad they were too busy running to try to shoot me…for now, at least.
My sandal hit an uneven patch of concrete in the sidewalk. My body lurched forward, but I caught myself before I could go down. I should’ve been paying more attention to the street. Up ahead on the opposite side of the road, I spotted a dark alleyway running alongside a row house. If I cut through, I could safely turn up the speed without exposing myself, and lose them.
The older hunter slowed; his breathing had become increasingly labored. He cocked his revolver’s hammer, and I darted across the empty road, making a beeline for the alley. The last thing I wanted tonight was to see Dr. Matthews. Just a little bit farther. A bullet smacked the ground at my feet, hitting me with fragments of pavement. I bit back a yelp, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing my fear.
“I got this one, old kook,” the younger hunter grumbled, and his footsteps slowed too.
Another gunshot pierced the hazy night air. White-hot pain rocked my shoulder, nearly toppling me to the ground. I screamed, unable to hold it in, and picked up speed, no longer caring if I appeared human or not. The faint creak of a door barely registered before a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, jerking me inside the dark row house.
My rescuer softly shut the door, careful not to make a sound, and shoved a hand over my mouth. “Sshhh,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe.” His voice was deep, with an English accent. He pulled me away from the door and hunched down in the darkened room, holding me close, waiting and listening.
Agony clouded my thoughts, but I couldn’t let myself lose focus.
Footsteps thundered through the side alley. I stiffened at the sound. The hunters’ harsh voices and the clanking of metal were the only differences between them and a herd of cattle. They made no attempt to disguise themselves, taking delight in the fear they provoked. The Cazador weren’t true predators, but they held power over their fellow humans and the weaker of the nocturnes.
I stayed silent in my mysterious savior’s arms. Thoughts of my cousin Chandra sparked inside my mind. She was still out there. What if the Cazador found her and killed her as they’d tried to kill me?
This man had saved my life. I needed to do the same for my kin.
His large hand flexed slightly, crushing my mouth. I placed my hand against his wrist, hoping he’d release me, since I no longer heard the disgusting Cazador who hunted me like an animal. How had I gotten myself into this mess?
Shifting my weight, I groaned as my shoulder brushed against his smooth chest, my arm hanging limply by my side. The bullet must be impairing my movement. I doubted even shifting into wolf form would fix this right now. What was I supposed to do? Not even my people were immune to blood loss.
The scent of death crept into my nostrils, which could only mean one thing: my savior was a vampire. In this weakened state, he could easily end my life, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.
But why would he save me? Maybe he required his next meal. An icy shiver slithered down the length of my spine. For the first time, I felt real fear.
If only I’d insisted on returning home from the Teatro sooner instead of catching the night’s second movie, we wouldn’t have been there for the raid. Already my energy waned due to the rocky power of the three raging moons. The added exertion of running from the Cazador and getting shot strained my body even more.
Somehow, the Cazador had known nocturnes frequented the Teatro. Who would give that kind of information away? Wolves wanted the same pleasures in life that humans desired.
My savior readjusted his grip on me, brushing against my upper back. I swallowed a scream, unwilling to alert anyone who might be listening outside this man’s home. This vampire’s home. Clenching my teeth, I pulled at the vampire’s wrist. I would not be his victim.
He remained steadfast, proving my weakness. “Don’t scream. Don’t run. Don’t do anything that would force me to hurt you, because I’ve had a lot of practice.” His crisp voice caressed my ear, and his breath moved tendrils of light brown hair, tickling the flesh on my neck. “Do you understand?”
While he meant the words as a threat, I couldn’t help the way my body responded to his intensity. I nodded, forcing my thoughts back into place. If he attacked, I needed to remember my Militia training.
The vampire released me, but he stayed still, as if waiting for my next move.
Slowly and carefully, I scooted away and turned to face him. My eyes had gradually adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see more clearly in the dimly lit room than a human would. What a sight he was. I brushed my fingertips over my sore lips.
Crouching in the shadows, he wore a navy-blue dress shirt with the buttons undone to show off his pale, sculpted chest, and dark jeans that snugly fit his long legs. I’d only seen a few vampires, and none of them had looked this exquisite.
My eyes widened as he ran a hand through his shoulder-length black hair. His gaze had dropped to my lips, and I lowered my hand. Hunger burned in his deep blue eyes; I prayed it wasn’t bloodlust.
What was I thinking? Our species didn’t see eye to eye on anything except survival. The Feud between vampires and werewolves had raged on for centuries now, since well before bickering humans shot the moon with a nuke after a resource dispute and nearly killed the world’s population. Little did my ancestors know just how much and how fast the world would change. Instead of bridging the gap, vamps and wolves had grown even further apart. No one remembered what or whom first started the divide, but neither race spent any effort on diplomatic relations.
Kill or be killed.
I took a deep breath and sat a little straighter. With space between us, my fear lessened. The Militia had taught me to defend myself against hunters and other nocturnes. They made sure I wouldn’t be easy prey for the enemy. Of course—they preferred to have my womb protected, since it ensured our race would live on.
Bitterness soured my taste buds, and the urge to spit overwhelmed me.
Admittedly, vampires were the hardest foes to defeat, and I couldn’t practice my skills much these days. Not with Father keeping me almost literally a prisoner in my own home.
But if I had to fight this vampire, I would go out having inflicted a lot of pain.
“Why did you help me?” I asked, keeping my gaze on the wall near his head. No way would I look into his eyes. While I was strong, I wasn’t stupid. His kind could easily manipulate, and I had no idea what he had in mind.
“I think it was your caramel-brown eyes, love.” He leaned into my line of sight, but I looked away. Instead, he closed the space between us in a heartbeat and gently stroked his index finger along my jaw.
The sudden intrusion on my personal space had me jerking away, but with my back so close to the wall, I had nowhere to run. “How could it have been my eyes?” I crossed my good arm under my breasts, but that drew his attention down to my chest. Not what I’d intended. “I’m sure you couldn’t have seen them while I was running from the hunters.”
With a sensual swipe of his tongue, he licked his lips. His gaze lifted to meet mine, but I quickly averted my eyes. “You caught me.”
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author and a life-long paranormal fan who still sleeps with a night light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies, and plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.
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The Confessional K. Nilsson
Publication date: February 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Psychology student, Grace Fleming, is addicted to meaningless hook-ups in random places, impulsively following a script for self-destruction and bad behavior. She suffers from nightmares and a patchwork of flashbacks that leave her in a fugue state. Unsure what they mean, she goes to therapy, seeking answers. Is her mind conjuring them up or are they past encounters she’d blocked out?
Saint is a private investigator of dubious character. He will take almost any case, but his favorite includes entrapping married women into infidelity. Saint is hired to keep a watchful eye on Grace while keeping his identity a secret. The paradox tempts him; is Grace, a devil in disguise or an angel with a crooked halo? When he finds himself in a compromising position, Saint quits. He soon regrets resigning when he discovers a sinister threat to her safety, and it may be the reason for the nightmares.
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Finn was working his shift, watching Grace from a side street near her house in Hollywood Hills. I went home to shower and eat something. Four hours later, he called.
“Grace’s going somewhere… she’s been dolling up for the last hour,” he said. “You can see that close?”
I was wondering what else he’d seen.
“If only you knew,” he chuckled. “The glass butterfly roof makes it easy viewing with the drone.”
“Do you want to follow her? If not, I can do it. I have no plans tonight,” I said.
“I need the money, boss. How about we do it together? I need to install the tracker app on her phone, and maybe you can distract her.”
I agreed. I’d wanted to meet this girl since taking the case. She hadn’t gone anywhere outside her usual radius ever since she returned home.
I was getting into the car when Finn sent me a text.
Finn: Grace is on the move, I need to follow her.
Me: Where is she?
Finn: She started up that little fireplug of hers and got on I-10 toward Santa Monica. I’m on her tail.
Me: I’m switching to the hands-free mode. I’m driving.
Finn: Oh, forgot about that. I am switching modes too.
Ten minutes later, I was right behind her.
Me: I’m on the highway. I think I see the Bug.
The VW Bug was like a toy, changing lanes seamlessly as if it were in a video game. If I got too close, Grace might see my car. It’s a little flashy for a private investigator, but it was perfect for driving in Southern California. I didn’t want to be spotted, but I wasn’t about to let her lose me. It wouldn’t be unusual for me to drive toward the beach at the same time as she, would it?
Grace pulled up in front of a nondescript little piano bar near the beach. The electric blue neon sign flashed its name, Place Pour Steaks. I got there just in time to see her hand keys to the valet and saunter in; her hips swaying from side to side.
Me? I was playing catch-up all the way. I screeched to a stop in front of the other parking attendant and tossed him the keys.
My 1962 Skylark convertible, though a little beat up, was my pride and joy.
“See this fifty-dollar bill? It’s yours when I leave if you park it over there.”
I pointed at a slot that said Reserved.
Once inside, I took two minutes to find Grace. She’d scrambled up to the bar as if the house was on fire. I looked around for the usual suspects—girls down for whatever and putting in the effort to get noticed. I wanted to meander over to Grace right away, but I couldn’t look as if I was stalking her.
She sat on the stool at the far end of the bar, her right leg elongated, the ball of the foot anchoring her in place, while she rested her left on the stool’s spindle, watching, scoping, and evaluating. It looked as though she had gone to the same school of surveillance as me.
Grace’s platinum blonde hair was in loose waves around her shoulders. She was wearing a style rich girls do well, casual, edgy, and expensive. An off-the-shoulder soft leather jacket, accented with zippers and buckles, was one breath away from slipping down her arms, even though it wrapped her upper body like a glove. A black lace strap appeared to be an afterthought. I wanted to lick her skin all along the edges of the lace and up into her collarbone.
Grace wore the RL signature crisp, white, linen shorts. She encased those long legs in a pair of black over-the-knee boots by MB, an Italian leather shoe designer. As an investigator, I notice these details. If I didn’t have a professional agenda regarding Grace Fleming, I’d know every inch of leg inside the boots. I leaned in close to her and tried to get the bartender’s attention, but instead, I hoped to get hers. First impressions were everything, but I didn’t know what kind of image I’d present, because my interest in the Fleming girl was strong. I shuttered my face into an expression I’d perfected, dispassionate eyes that veil what I’m thinking or feeling.
“Sir?” prompted the bartender.
“I’d like Scotch neat with a glass of water.”
“Would you like ice in your water, sir?”
“No,” I said, turning my palm down with a slight back-and-forth motion.
I stood close enough to Grace to inhale her scent, vanilla, and oranges, with a hint of clove mixed. It was a heady concoction. I wondered if her whole body tasted like sugary breakfast cereal. She turned toward me, and our eyes locked.
K. Nilsson’s love of reading began with the Bobbsey twins. When she ran across some Italian True Romance novellas stashed in the attic, the musty serials hooked her on adult fiction. Though black and white photos were dramatic enough to know what the stories were about, she taught herself to read in Italian and translated them to her friends.
She’s an unapologetic reviewer of books, restaurants, and vacation destinations. An amateur photographer, K. loves taking editorial photos and documenting her travels. Her personal philosophy, sleeping is a waste of time.
"Girls like you aren't exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way."
Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for "troubled teens".
I didn't listen, and now I'm on their radar.
They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they've deemed me fit.
Too bad for them, I don't follow rules. Too bad for me, they're determined to make sure I do.
Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings...these are the boys of Brayshaw High.And I'm the girl who got in their way.
Releasing January 17th, 2019Note: This is book one in a three book series
Boys of Brayshaw High is the first novel in a series by author Meagan Brandy. The story follows Rae, a seventeen-year-old girl living in a toxic environment with her drug addicted mother, and the mother’s continuous string of flings. Rae’s experiences and inner turmoil have made her hardened and distrusting, isolating her from her peers. Her instincts are to shy away from affection, to avoid connections to others, and to defend herself against verbal and physical assaults (from both her peers and her mother- and on occasion the many boyfriends and lovers her mother brings home). When Rae gets into a violent altercation with another student from her school, a social worker steps in and Rae is removed from her mother’s “care” and placed in a foster home with other troubled girls in another district- meaning she would need to attend a new school and adjust to this change of environment.
This adjustment, naturally, does not go well and Rae’s introduction to this new school, and the students that go there, begins with a heated, verbal sparring with the guys that practically run the school. These guys are Maddoc, Royce, and Captain…three attractive, wicked, athletic, and dangerous guys that instantly turn their attentions on Rae and her inability to conform to their rules. Rather than back down and let them treat her poorly, Rae continues to challenge the guys…which not only fuels their anger, but other things as well…
Maddoc in particular tries to navigate his feelings regarding Rae. No matter how nasty the cat and mouse game gets between them, Maddoc finds himself drawn to her. Their dialogue is heated and intense, and the chemistry between them is EXPLOSIVE! Maddoc is the broody one of the three guys, but he balances this out with the occasional wicked humor and smoldering intensity. The dialogue between Rae and Royce is also a lot of fun! (I may have a soft spot for this guy). And while the story itself has the subtle tone of a reverse harem (and one particularly hot scene that truly makes you wonder), there is clearly only one relationship emerging from the somewhat rocky beginning of the story- Maddoc and Rae.
I thought the plot unfolded nicely, though this was very much a character-driven novel. There was a lot of depth to Rae’s character- though I could see how many of her actions could be frustrating. Some of the decisions she made also made me want to shake her a bit- though if you really tried to understand her character and how she grew up, you’d be more accepting. It was evident from the opening scene of the novel that Rae was nothing like any other female heroine I’ve read about before (which I loved!). The ONLY minor complaint I had was that I wish Rae would have tried to develop a better friendship with at least one other female character. It felt very “Rae versus all the other females”. Perhaps this will change in the second novel?
Boys of Brayshaw High was angsty, intense, explosive, and insanely addictive! Thank goodness I started reading it on a weekend…otherwise I would have called in a sick day or two *wink*. As it is, I had difficulty coping with real life after finishing the novel…book-hangover for days. Ugh!
If you haven’t read Boys of Brayshaw High you are definitely missing out! Hands down, one of the BEST books I’ve read so far this year!
Um. Um. Um.Are you reading this?If you are, I need your help.I was at a party; I was running; I fell.And get this--this is the part you'll never believe--I fell down a rabbit hole.Like Alice in those old books.Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere.In those books, the characters weren't all male, attractive, and interested in me.Forget everything you know about the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit, the March Hare ...This isn't Wonderland; this is Underland.Violence, sex, drugs, and magic ... that's all there is in this place.There's me, Allison, and there are the men that want me, the enemies that hunt me, and the darkness that's quickly rolling in.And only I can stop it.So if you're reading this, will you help me?Please. I just want to escape this place and go ... home.ALLISON'S ADVENTURES IN UNDERLAND (Book 1 of 3 in the "Harem of Hearts" series) -- is a full-length reverse harem/new adult/dark romance novel, a gritty retelling of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland". Don't expect a children's tale; these characters are nothing like their more innocent counterparts. This book contains: drugs, cursing, violence, sex ... and love found in the darkest shadows.
Allison’s Adventures in Underland is the first novel in the Harem of Hearts trilogy by international bestselling author C. M. Stunich.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who stumbled upon a series that was so incredibly engaging and all-consuming, that it completely took over her life for an entire weekend. By the end of that weekend, coffee became a main form of sustenance for this woman (though she briefly considered taking up tea as a result of binge-reading these novels), she no longer looked at rabbits the same way, she paid even more attention to her cats (and also wondered what her cats’ thought of her- you’ll understand why once you read this series), and she casually explored the five acres of land around her home in hopes of finding her very own Rabbit-Hole to another dimension (hopefully Underland? Who wouldn’t want their very own nine big men with nine big…*cough* You get the point).
If you hadn’t already guessed- the young woman I am describing is me. Reading Allison’s Adventures in Underland was the equivalent of opening Pandora’s box. Except, in this scenario, I was sucked into the box where I happily remained until I finished the very last book in the series. Then, with great reluctance, I climbed out of said box and reflected on life and wondered how I was going to be able to cope without Allison and her remarkably addictive harem to keep me sane. Which, in turn, made me wonder if it was truly “sane” for me to rely on fictitious characters to stabilize my mind…wouldn’t that be insane? Perhaps I am insanely sane? Or sanely insane?
See what this series does to you???
I F***ING love it…
Allison’s Adventures in Underland is exactly why I LOVE to read. From start to finish this fantastical and steamy, dark reverse harem novel consumed me entirely! Allison was relatable, likable, and struggled with events from her recent past that shook the foundation of her family. After watching someone at a party be murdered in front of her eyes by a man with rabbit ears (you guessed it- the White Rabbit), she takes off after him and finds herself falling down a Rabbit-Hole into a completely different world- Underland. This world, unlike Wonderland which is popularly known, is inhabited by fantastical beasts with abilities to tear people limb-from-limb (Jubjub bird anyone?), shape-shifters, vampires, cursed angels, and kings with the ability to decapitate you merely by placing their hands on your skin (off with their heads! *snicker*). The characters introduced in this novel are intriguing, dynamic, and unique- perfectly reflective of the world they live in.
Reverse harems can get complicated- especially when the heroine has NINE different love interests all at once. Surprisingly, each of those nine are so diverse that it is easy to follow. Their personalities range from humorous, carefree, and witty to broody and wicked. Also, trying to pick and choose a favorite is, frankly, impossible. No wonder Allison struggles with this in the beginning (and thank goodness she works through her feelings regarding the subject and takes on the “why choose?” mentality). With nine talented and protective men around, you would think that Allison would always be in a position to be saved…wrong! In this story the heroine saves herself AND is well on her way to saving an entire kingdom (the guys just help out every once in a while *wink*).
Allison in Underland should come with a warning label: If you open this book, be prepared to have your whole life turned topsy-turvy! Oh…and bring a fan! Things are going to get hot…
Evangeline Thorne is privileged. Beautiful and popular, if not a little jaded. A chance encounter with a green-eyed stuntman sets off a chain of events that turns her perfect, little world upside down.Short on options and desperate for adventure, she joins the traveling carnival for the summer.Thrust into a world full of drama, deception, and secrecy, Evangeline tries to find herself and protect her heart in the process. Sebastian McAllister is cursed.He knows better than to think otherwise. He's content to live out the rest of his life traveling the country as one of the four Sons of Eastlake, seeking thrills the only way he knows how. The one thing he doesn't see coming is the spoiled blond with stars in her eyes. The only problem is, the more time he spends with her, the more hope starts to stir in his dormant heart.Too bad hope is a dangerous thing when you're a McAllister.
Rewrite the Stars is a standalone novel by author Charleigh Rose. The story follows Evangeline Thorne- a wealthy, popular girl with an adventurous streak, and Sebastian McAllister- a young, attractive stunt man who believes himself to be cursed. After an argument with her parents sends Evangeline fleeing from them for a little space, she finds herself at a traveling carnival featuring a stunt show performed by the infamous Sons of Eastlake. Curious, Evangeline sneaks into the carnival and attends the stunt show and is treated to a death-defying act by the Sons involving motorcycles and a closed in cage-like globe. When a shocking and unexpected event occurs that thrusts both characters together for a heart-pounding introduction, the story begins to unfold in a way that had me reading into the wee hours of the morning.
Evangeline’s life takes a darker turn after the night she spent in the presence of the Sons of Eastlake and it completely affects both her and her family. Evangeline’s father starts to suffer from addiction which causes his relationship to deteriorate with both his wife and daughter. Evangeline goes from being wealthy and happily ensconced with her family, to struggling financially and pretending her family isn’t falling apart around her. The friends she had also begin to show a completely different side of them- an unpleasant side. Eventually, nothing is keeping her in her hometown. When another chance encounter with Sebastian clarifies questions left lingering in the wake of their turbulent past encounter- Evangeline decides to leave home and travel with the carnival and Sons.
Sebastian, struggling with both his interest in Evangeline and the dark knowledge of a family curse that almost guarantees an early death, tries his best to build an emotional wall. However, his close proximity to Evangeline, their mutual attraction, and the many steamy encounters they stumble into slowly begins to tear down that wall. While Sebastian and Evangeline embark on a beautiful, dark, and passionate relationship, questionable and troubling events begin to plague the carnival and Evangeline. Sebastian, desperate to keep her safe from both his own fate and the mysterious menace, is thrust into a position of guardian- throwing them even closer together.
I thoroughly enjoyed having the traveling carnival as a prominent story location- it provided a nice bit of magic to the story and was a perfect complement to a mysterious “curse”. Sebastian was intriguing, wicked, dangerous, and a perfect blend of brooding and mischievous- Evangeline’s heart wasn’t the only one pounding when he stepped onto the pages. Evangeline was relatable and likable- she didn’t know where her own story was headed, nor where she would like to go. She just followed her instincts and heart, which I don’t see nearly enough of in stories. It’s nice having a heroine who doesn’t have her whole life figured out.
Rewrite the Stars is probably one of my favorite stories so far for 2019! It’s dark, romantic, sizzling, filled with moments that make your heart pound, and generously sprinkled with a bit of magic and intrigue!
Can something that burns so rapidly calm the whispering chaos of your cries? Or is this all just an illusion. The perfect hypnosis. Like the humming of a sweet melody to your frantic brain. Drip. Blood trickled over the curve of Millie's collarbone. Drip. Slithering over her shoulder. Drip. Sliding off and into the mass puddle of death surrounding her. The last petal has fallen, a queen is born, and the disarray of her world is about to shatter under her very throne. Raze "She knows too much..."
WARNING: There may be some themes in this novel that are sensitive or triggering for some readers.
Razing Grace: Part One is a dark romance written by international bestselling author Amo Jones. The story follows Millie Hart- a devoted nun who is kidnapped by dangerous, masked men operating on orders from a nefarious and immoral man. Leading these men is Raze, also known as Tripp, who is not only a part of a secret organization known as The Army, but is also the person overseeing the darker dealings in his city. As Tripp plots revenge on the leader of The Army, he finds himself being drawn to his prisoner and a casualty in his dark schemes. Millie and Tripp become inexplicably attached to one another during her time locked in a cell, which works in her favor when Tripp makes a risky maneuver that places Millie in his protection.
Outside the Army’s compound and cell, Millie finds herself still a prisoner but in the care of Tripp and his household- including his fun and enigmatic best friend, Miles. During her “stay” at Tripp’s home, Millie begins to recover from the trauma she faced while in the cell, and manages to bury a lot of her emotions while developing another facet of herself- a new character development that results in the nickname “Puddin’” (a reference to Harley Quinn and the Joker’s relationship- if you’re familiar with them). Basically, Millie’s experiences have made her somewhat hardened, distant, and a tad “unhinged”- rightfully so. Interestingly enough, Tripp tries to help (in his own way) Millie come to terms with this new version of herself all while trying to help her heal. Personally, I was a fan of the way that Millie handled herself- rather than crumple into despair over her experiences, she grew stronger and began taking charge of her life and actions.
Tripp…I was unsure how I would feel about him considering his and Millie’s introduction. However, he redeemed himself by the way he orchestrated Millie’s release from the cell, his time spent with her in his home, and the way he did not prevent her from executing some of her actions later in the story. Tripp’s character development was an interesting one for me- he started off cold, deadly, and insensitive to the feelings of others, however, his experiences with Millie triggered a completely different side to him. This feeling deepened during their first “real” conversation standing outside his car, gazing at the sprawling site beyond that ledge, all while sharing chicken nuggets (I still can’t eat a chicken nugget without thinking of these two!).
Razing Grace was dark, twisted, startling, and fraught with danger, passion, and situations that left you wanting to both devour the words on the pages or toss the novel with how hot it was getting!…don’t toss it. Read it.