Sunday, May 28, 2017

Book Review: Starlit by J.V. Speyer


Sahak is a rebel pilot who manages to escape from prison, taking along his co-pilot Siran and the alien Azat, before they can be executed or worse, made slaves. Azat has been treated unkindly by humans, but he's willing to take a chance in order to be free. What he doesn't count on is the attraction between the daring pilot and himself.
This is a quick but action-packed read. Sahak's backstory is interesting, but I would have liked to learn more about Azat and his people. Both the battle and sex scenes are well-written; my only real complaint is that I would have liked the book to be longer.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Trad Tuesday: The White Hare by Seth Lakeman




Seth Lakeman is an English folk singer and musician. He writes most of his own songs and The White Hare is no exception. It is written and performed in a traditional way of a song telling a story.

It is the legend of a witch on Dartmoor. She transforms into the figure of a white hare. When she is looked upon by a man, she transforms back into a person and the man will instantly fall in love with her. He will then go mad with obsession and love for the witch until the day he dies.

Lyrics:
I heard her in the valley, 
I heard her in the dead of night
The warning of a white hare 
Her eyes burning bright.

Careful you don't catch her 
Or give her right of way. 
For she will look upon you
Steal your soul away

For the white hare is calling
She's dancing in the night 
And she'll be out 'til the morning light

Out upon the heather 
A shadow came onto me 
Her hair was hanging over 
Her face I could not see

She ran behind the rocks
I heard the hounds cry 
The image of a woman 
Her head she held up high

For the white hare is calling
She's dancing in the night
She'll be out 'til the morning 
With her eyes burning bright 
The white hare is calling you

If you go hunting 
Or calling out your prey 
Or if you see a fair maid
With hair an ashen grey

Careful you don't catch her 
Or give her right of way 
For she will look upon you
Steal your soul away

For the white hare is calling
She's dancing in the night 
She'll be out 'til the morning 
With her eyes burning bright 
The white hare is calling you

Monday, May 22, 2017

Giveaway: Romance Rock Stars!






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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

New Release: A Demon Summoning: Neldorailin Series by Amanda Redhead

For ages, the peoples of Neldorailin had been drawn to the Druid's Stone. Some, for the druids gathered there; some seeking healing, others, knowledge. Many stayed, and settlements were founded. And all the while, the energetic magical fields flowing beneath Neldorailin, was the essence that compelled them. 
As time passed, these shelters became villages, and the villages became a city. At the very heart of what was to become Waldheim, the Druid's Stone remained, and the sacred grove surrounding it. The Academy formed to protect the grove, and to harness the energies of the Ley lines, beneath. 
Children from miles around dreamed of coming to The Druid's Stone to learn the secrets of magic. Humans, elves, pixies, dwarves and even young dragons little more than mere hatchlings.
For Forniel, it was much more than a dream. He had been abandoned upon the Academy's steps when but a wee babe, as the abomination born of Orc and Human parentage. Learning magic was his means of obtaining respect. Yet when his tutor flatly refused to advance him in the teachings of Demonology, Forniel decided to take the matter into his own hands. The others would stop teasing him for being different when he could command such awe-inspiring and deadly power.
But in his zeal and fervour for power, Forniel makes a deadly mistake. A mistake that will imperil all of Neldorailin.

The fast-paced short story prequel to Amanda Redhead's full-length novel, "Elven Dwarf", The Demon Summoning will propel readers into the heart of the Waldheim Magical Academy where the very nexus of Neldorailin's magical lifeblood flows through the Ley lanes and the lives of those individuals who harness and protect these energies.



Saturday, May 13, 2017

Book Sale: The Blood of Dragons: Book 1 by Joshua Robertson and J.C. Boyd


The Blood of Dragons: Book 1

A Novel You Cannot Put Down

Drast and Tyran might be considered a bit black-hearted, or even immoral. Drast is cunning but reckless, hunting for admiration. Tyran is calculating but tactless, searching for affection. When the two brothers set aside their ambitions to fulfill their father's desire for immortality, they readily discover many opportunities for redemption. Now, while wielding a powerful magic that drains their life, Drast and Tyran will embark on a maddening quest, facing skin-switchers, dragons, and the God of the Dead.

Grab a copy today!
On sale for $.99

Bios:
Joshua Robertson was born in Kingman, Kansas on May 23, 1984. A graduate of Norwich High School, Robertson attended Wichita State University where he received his Masters in Social Work with minors in Psychology and Sociology. His bestselling novel, Melkorka, the first in The Kaelandur Series, was released in 2015. Known most for his Thrice Nine Legends Saga, Robertson enjoys an ever-expanding and extremely loyal following of readers. He counts R.A. Salvatore and J.R.R. Tolkien among his literary influences.

www.robertsonwrites.com/
@robertsonwrites

J.C. lives in the Midwest with his wife and two dogs. He recently earned his MA in English Literature and is working on his debut novel for his own fantasy world. Despite growing up with Dungeons & Dragons, Lord of the Rings, and a collection of both Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms novels, J.C. has an abiding love of classics and spends his free time reading anything he can get his hands on.

www.crimsonedgepress.com
@jcboyd_author

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Excerpt:

Erzebeth convulsed. Her fur and skin shedding away while she wheeled about on the ground in agony. The bones readjusted and organs reset from beast to human. Where a beast had stood was now the naked figure of Erzebeth. Cuts and scratches patterned her body, but none were fatal.
Tyran had no place for modesty. The Vucari woman, within the privacy of the ice dome, struggled to her feet. Again, her dark eyes met his own, filled with compassion.
“You need to be put down, young Red.” Her voice was calm as her feet crossed in front of one another, closing the distance between them. “Your power is greater than any I have seen before, even from the Anshedar.”
“What?” Tyran said, forehead wrinkled with confusion. He had never heard of the race before, whether beast or otherwise.
“You are like a rabid dog, young Red. You are the perfect companion, loyal, and possibly even loving somewhere deep inside,” Erzebeth bit her lip. Her breasts, barely covered by her dark hair, touched the front of his chest. She halted her feet. “But, you are tainted by a disease that is stronger than the goodness in you. You cannot be left to live in this world, or you will corrupt every living thing around you.”
Tyran tilted his chin, lips parting. His free hand touched her pale skin, as whitish as the ice fortress that veiled this moment.
“You would taint me, young Red.” She stepped up on her tiptoes. “As with the rabid dog, you need to be put down.”
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her to him. He kissed her with more force than he had ever kissed any woman.
This woman was not Isolde. This woman was battle hardened, and a warrior. She was not plain.
She grabbed his shoulders and returned the embrace, her tongue touching his lips. Her body was far warmer than his own, as if it were heated by the darkness.
He did not know what he was doing in this moment. It may have likely been the first time that his mind was clear from thought, acting without thinking. Though, in time, he may consider that when his death was nigh, he found that this was something he wanted to do before death found him.
The crashing against the ice pulled him from the moment. Tyran pulled back, moving the Vucari’s hair from her cheek. “You won’t kill me, Erzebeth.”
“No,” she breathed. Her hands fell to his chest. “But, it still needs to be done.”

Friday, May 12, 2017

Book Review: Matchmaker Abduction by Donna McDonald

Blurb: True love is said to defy time, but can it survive space, aliens, and being abducted? Angus MacNamara and Erin O’Shea are about to find out.

The big blue planet that most call  Earth desperately needs matchmakers. There is only one small—okay, BIG—problem. No one wants the alien dating service job. No one. The original matchmakers are dead, and much worse, their DNA is no longer viable for cloning. 

Solution? Go back in time to some of Earth’s other—thankfully slower spinning—versions, and retrieve the alternates of the one couple in any universe who seems able to do the job.

Far easier said than done though, especially when the alternates are anything but a loving couple, and both are none too pleased to be thrown into the future. 
What does oil and water create? Salad dressing or a real mess of aliens, humans, and matchmaking fun!

Book Review: Angus MacNamara and Erin O'Shea are rival matchmakers in 1958 who sometimes partner together for certain cases. Angus has fulfilled a promise he made to his late wife to find spouses for all their children and now is ready to join her when he is interrupted by Erin. Then five strange men appear and whisk them away to the year 2497 in an alternate universe. Their services are needed for matchmaking various aliens.
I found the beginning of this book kind of rough. I felt it was the next book in a series and I had missed a lot of the backstory; however, this is book one. It got better and I enjoyed some of the back-and-forths between Angus and Erin. The story is a takeoff on Men in Black combined with Doctor Who and Galaxy Quest and is funny in places. But I found the story rushed and not really my cup of tea, but I can see how some readers would enjoy it.
I'd give it 3 1/2 stars rounded up to four. I am giving an honest review in exchange for a copy of the book.

Author Info: Donna McDonald published her first romance novel in March of 2011. Forty plus novels later, she admits to living her own happily ever after as a full time author. Her work spans several genres, such as contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction. Humor is the most common element across all her writing. Addicted to making readers laugh, she includes a good dose of romantic comedy in every book.





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Book Blitz: Molly Bell and the Wishing Well by Bridget Geraghty

Middle Grade
Date Published:  December 2016

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Molly Bell is an eleven-year old girl who used to be a whimsical, sporty type of a child with a zest for living. All that has been turned upside down by the untimely death of her cherished mother two years ago. To make matters worse, her father is getting remarried to a high-maintenance beauty that Molly seemingly has nothing in common with, and she comes with an annoying six-year old son, Henry, who finds a way to wreck everything in his path.
Molly can't find anything about her new circumstances to be excited about, until her Aunt Joan tells her about the wishing well at Molly's grandparents' farm. According to Aunt Joan, every wish she ever made there came true. And it just so happens that Molly and Henry will be staying at the farm for a week while their parents are on their honeymoon. Molly is convinced if she could just find that wishing well, she could wish for her mom to come back to life and everything will be okay again.
But Molly is in for a few surprises, and more that a few hard lessons about being careful what you wish for when the consequences of Molly's selfish desires wreak havoc on her entire family. Can Molly make things right again through the wishing well? Or will she need to find it within herself to bring back the joy in her life that has been missing all this time?


Excerpt

CHAPTER EIGHT

Molly was lying in bed, still as a mummy, star- ing up at the ceiling fan. The whirling of the fan and the rhythm of the ticking of the clock on the
wall should have lulled her to sleep hours ago. But sleep didn’t come easy when your mind buzzed as busy as a swarm of bees. As hard as she tried, Molly couldn’t get the thought of the wishing well out of her head.
What if Grandpa Cody’s wish didn’t come true because he didn’t believe hard enough? Didn’t Grandma Saige say that the power of a wish was be- lieving in it? What if Molly really believed as hard as she could, would it still be possible? The waiting drove her crazy. Too many questions remained un- answered. What did it look like? And why did her mom show it to her in a dream?
That was it. Molly had to find out. And now was as good a time as any, since she wouldn’t be getting any sleep anyhow.
Molly sat up, stiff and groggy, and pulled the cov- ers off of her. Luckily, the full moon outside cast a dull glow inside Aunt Joan’s room from the window. It gave Molly just enough light to find her way to her suitcase without turning on the bedroom light and risk waking anyone up.
What should she wear? Molly decided on jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt. Even though it was most likely still warm and muggy out, she didn’t want the bugs pestering her. She fumbled her way through the suitcase and got dressed as quietly as possible. That was very hard to do in a mostly dark room.
But where were her sneakers? Molly’s heart sank. She had left them outside because they were muddy! Oh well, they were most likely still there. That was not a good enough reason for her to give up now.
Molly snuck the two pennies on the nightstand into her jeans pocket for safekeeping. She was ready, but not really. Molly was nervous. She didn’t yet have a plan. Oh, well, just go for it, she decided. What else was she going to do, sit up all night and think about it?
The first step would be to get out of the house undetected. Molly tiptoed to the bedroom door. She turned the knob ever so slightly. Phew, it wasn’t squeaky. Molly eased the door open and peered into the upstairs hallway.
All the other doors were closed. Molly paused to listen. It was noiseless, except for Molly’s breathing, which sounded too loud.
Molly put one foot out into the hallway to test and see if the floor was creaky. It was, a little. She imagined herself a burglar and inched across the side of the hallway, careful not to disturb any of the pictures on the wall. Her eyes adjusted to the dark- ness, but she could still see only about a foot in front of her at a time. Molly held her arms out to feel her way, relying on all her senses to maneuver down the hall.
The moonlight from the downstairs front win- dow illuminated the stairwell. She was worried about tumbling down and waking everyone up, ruin- ing her adventure. Not to mention hurting herself. So, like a fool, she sat down on the front step. And slowly, one by one, scooted down each step on her bottom until she safely reached the first floor.
Once she was downstairs, Molly looked up to make sure she was still alone. She was, and she sure felt like it. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It felt really creepy. She fought against the urge to get back upstairs and tuck herself back into bed. Maybe this would be the re- solve that was needed to show the wishing well that she really did deserve to have her wish come true. Molly steeled herself and carried on.
She would need a light for outside. Molly remem- bered that Grandpa Cody had gotten a large, bright flashlight out of the pantry in the kitchen when the power had gone out during one of her visits.
Molly crept into the kitchen. The refrigerator buzzed. Funny, she had never noticed that sound before. The light from the clock display on the stove showed her the way to the pantry. Molly eased the door open. Everything inside looked the same, mostly cans and boxes. She took a breath to give herself patience. One impulsive move could send everything flying off the shelves and cause a ruckus.
She felt around the items on the pantry shelves, her fingertips guiding her from one thing to the next. Something felt like plastic. Molly carefully re- moved it and brought it close to her. It was a large container of ketchup. Disappointed, and not sure that she should bother to keep looking, she spotted a basket on the pantry floor. Molly knelt down and felt through it. Batteries, a radio maybe, and the flashlight!
With a sigh of relief and thanks, Molly grabbed the flashlight. As much as she wanted to turn it on for help, she knew she had to wait until she was far enough away. So she clutched it next to her body and snuck out the side kitchen door, being sure to shut the door slowly and quietly.
Thank goodness, Grandma Saige had left the outside light on next to the kitchen entrance. And there were Molly’s sneakers, placed neatly on the stoop. They had been carefully cleaned, shined up to a polish. Molly smiled. Grandma Saige must have done it.
Molly pulled on her shoes and breathed in the damp nighttime air. She noticed that far off into the distance, past the vegetable garden and the fields where she was headed, it was pitch black besides the moonlit glow way up in the sky.
It was so different than nighttime in her own neighborhood. At least there were streetlights there, homes all around giving a sense of not being utterly and completely alone. Here there was no such se- curity. It was just Molly, and the sound of bugs that couldn’t be seen.
Molly stood and walked briskly past the vegeta- ble garden. She strutted with a purpose, her arms around her waist for comfort, clutching the still un- lit flashlight. She was approaching the pathway be- tween two rows of cornfields. She would follow this narrow dirt path to the end of the corn, and then she should be close.
Molly’s concentration was broken by a rustling in the cornfield beside her. She froze, her heart screaming inside of her. It could be a coyote. Or a serial killer. What a fool she was!
Her hands trembling, she pressed the button of the flashlight to turn it on, and shone it in the di- rection of the unwelcome noise. “Who’s there?” she whispered loudly, sounding more like a scared little girl than she wanted to.
A shadowy shape emerged from the cornstalks. It moved low to the ground, creeping toward her.
Molly scolded herself for going outside all alone. What kind of trouble was headed her way?

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Bridget Geraghty lives in northern Illinois with her husband and three children.  She taught elementary school for eight years before focusing on writing.  It is her sincere hope that her stories inspire and uplift the minds and spirits of her young readers.

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