Saturday, April 30, 2011

BLB Tour Kissed From Beyond Book Excerpts and Giveaway Reminder.

A Paranormal Erotic Romance

About Kissed From Beyond
This 'must read' anthology will take you to the mystical beyond and back with four erotica
novellas from bestselling and award-winning authors:

-Keta Diablo
-Amber Scott
-Elise Hepner
-Stacey Kennedy

Can you handle the magic?


With visions of battle still fresh in his mind, Roane Bradfield returns home to find the
woman he loves betrothed to another. He corners Kendrick Moreland at Dowager
Huggins’ Grand Ball and whisks her into the secluded library. One way or the other, he
will know the reason the duplicitous beauty cut him from her life when she promised to
wait forever.

Kendrick can’t believe her eyes when Roane suddenly appears at the ball. Has he truly
risen from the dead? Amid wagging tongues and hushed murmurs, the fantasy of her
every dream whisks her from the ballroom. And the expression on his face is anything
but loving. Revenge, danger and powerful love collide in the Cradle of Dreams.

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About Keta:
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the country on six acres of woodland. When she
isn’t writing or gardening, she loves to commune with nature. Keta is a multi-published
author in both erotic romance and gay fiction. Her latest paranormal novel Where The
Rain Is Made has been nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark in the Best
e-novel category. In addition, Keta’s books have received numerous Top Pick, Book of
the Month, and Recommended Reads awards from the top professional review sites.

Excerpt from Cradle of Dreams:
By all that was holy, Roane Bradfield appeared within Kendrick’s line of vision. Her
Roane Bradfield. Dear God, it wasn’t possible, couldn’t be him. Her stomach fell, and
the room spun. How she had mourned his death, cried a million tears when his name
appeared in the Savannah Republican—Roane Bradfield, Killed in Action, Battle of

Petersburg. At the time, the words had blurred on the page and waves of grief brought
her to her knees.

It had taken her weeks to drag herself from bed every morning, months to come to terms
with his death. Had she ever really come to terms with it or had she merely put one foot
in front of the other and stumbled through life a phantom specter? She knew only one
thing at the time—if she lived to be one hundred she would never again love a man as
she had loved Roane Bradfield.

Beside her, Pitt’s back stiffened, and below her trembling hand his arm tensed. So many
times, she had imagined Roane Bradfield cutting through the masses toward her, but
this was no illusion. Beneath the bright chandelier, his midnight hair glistened, and even
from this distance, a palpable hunger burned in his eyes. Something else burned too . . .

The crowd parted and onward he came, all sinewy muscle and dark beauty—broad
shoulders, narrow waist and long, muscled legs. And depthless ebony eyes. She should
have known someone as vibrant and alive as Roane couldn’t die. Beneath her gown, her
legs gave way and every joint in her body went boneless.

“Good, God, look who’s risen from the dead?” her fiancé said.

“Pitt, please, how can you say such a thing?” Kendick’s knees shook and she felt faint.
She didn’t have the facts, but truly, Roane had risen from the dead. For a flash of a
second, her heart overflowed with joy, and then she saw the look on her former love’s
face. Unadulterated vengeance. He came to settle a score.

Roane stood before them, his bronzed hand reaching for hers. “Kendrick, lovely to see
you again, darling.”

Sparks flared and a jolt of lightning pedaled through her veins when he brought her
fingers to his lips. “Roane . . . we-we heard you were―”

“Yes, so the Dowager informs me. You thought me dead. Well, you can see I’m here in
the flesh, and quite alive.”

“See here, Bradfield,” Pitt said, his voice cracking amid the undercurrents. “Kendrick
is betrothed to me now. I hardly think you should address her as darling or any other

Roane paused, his rakish gaze assessing her head to toe before he turned to Pitt. “Be a
good chap, Fleming, and refresh my drink.”

With Roane’s fluted glass touching the fabric of Pitt’s waistband, her betrothed
floundered for words. “I don’t believe I should abandon my fiancé in light of the―”

Roane visibly blanched at the word fiancé. “I assure you, Pitt,” he replied, his tone
glacial, “Miss Moreland is in no danger while an enormous crowd looks on. In any event,
I believe we have something to discuss, do we not, Kendrick?”

Roane knew her better than she knew herself. Her initial joy at seeing the decadent man
gave way to rage. Heat traveled the length of her neck and scalded her cheeks. How
he enjoyed making her blush . . . and cringe. She had never been able to hide her true
feelings from him. By his arrogant smirk, he knew he still held the power to decipher

God curse the man. Only Roane Bradfield would dramatize his sudden return to life in
front of an assembly of onlookers. The last thing she expected to encounter tonight was
Roane in the flesh, and yet elation and an undeniable series of shivers coursed through

Dear Lord, help her. The man would make her regret her actions during his absence.
Roane would never believe she thought him dead, would never accept her admission
she agreed to marry Pitt only when everyone in Savannah, including her, thought him
lost forever. The cock-sure man would remain calm and collective while she stumbled
with ineffectual explanations. If only he would stop looking at her as if he could see
through her gown.

Her hand went rigid in his and then she withdrew it. Again, he studied her intently, no
doubt heard the wheels of panic and terror grinding in her head. Read this, Roane

Bradfield. I long to wipe that ersatz grin from your face; tear your eyes out for putting me
through hell.

Silence filled the crowded room; all eyes were upon them. Within five minutes of her
arrival, he had cornered her like a hapless hare. Unless she desired a scene, she would
have to agree to speak with him. With a thin smile, she turned to her fiancé. “Go ahead,
Pitt. Whatever Roane has to say won’t take long.”

‘TIL WE MEET AGAIN – Stacey Kennedy
Ethan Thomas has spent years alone, forever trapped between worlds. Once a soldier
in the Civil War, he’s now a ghost bound to a chaise lounge that once belonged to him.
He’s spent centuries lingering in Savannah, Georgia, waiting to be saved…

Cassandra Cole is an interior designer hired to restore an old Victorian home. As she
begins to furnish the home, strange happenings erupt around her. She suspects the
house is haunted. Determined to find out, Cassie will set out to discover who the ghost
is, why she feels a connection to him, and what she has to do to free him. The answers
will surprise her in ways she couldn’t have imagined.

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About Stacey:
Stacey Kennedy is an avid lover of the paranormal romance, urban fantasy and erotic
romance genres. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little
ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her
husband. Be sure to drop her a line at www., she loves to hear from
her readers.

Excerpt from ‘Til We Meet Again:

For so many years, isolated days and nights, Ethan had been stuck in purgatory.
He’d been shuffled from home to home, living among people who were at first strangers,
but became constant companions over time. For close to ten years now he’d called
Twilight Antiques in Savannah, Georgia, his home.
The shopkeeper, Mrs. Higgins, finished her Sunday morning routine of putting the
new antiques out she obtained at auction. He’d never grown attached to her, because
she had no connection to him. In her seventies, wrinkles canvassed her skin and Ethan
had watched them grow deeper throughout the years. Beneath the sign of her age,
soft pale blue eyes still held the beauty of a warm woman. Her silver hair, cut prim and
proper, sat in tight curls atop her head, like women of her age nowadays. She might be
elderly, however, she still took pride in her appearance.
The antiques held monetary value. To Mrs. Higgins, they were much more than
that—a piece of history to be cherished.
Like him.
Not an emotional attachment, a physical one. He couldn’t quite explain the reason
his soul never crossed over after he died in the Civil War. Instead, he became bound to
a chaise lounge he’d favored in the years he walked the earth. Without anyone to ask
how or why, his life―or death―had become timeless.
He’d grown bored of watching decades ago.
The front door to the store chimed, drawing Ethan away from his thoughts as he
lingered on the chaise. He sighed. Another customer to walk through the store and not
give a second look at the chair he once loved, and still did.
“Hello there,” Mrs. Higgins said, greeting the woman.

“Hi,” a small, sweet voice responded in a tone Ethan found charming.
In all his time at the shop, he’d yet to see anyone walk through those doors who
caught his eye. On the rare occasions a younger woman came into the store, none
though, appealed to him on a physical level.
If he stood, he’d tower over her delicate frame. Her long, chocolate brown hair stood
out against her pale skin, except for the pinkish tinge on her cheeks and baby blue eyes
that held a note of sweetness.
He might be a ghost, nevertheless, a man still resided in his soul, and she, a woman
to behold. Her beauty mesmerized him.
“How can I help you, my dear?” Mrs. Higgins asked in a rich southern accent.
“Have you heard of the Landsby home?” the woman asked.
Ethan could tell her heritage didn’t come from Savannah. She sounded American,
yet not from around these parts.
“Yes, dear, are you the new owner?”
The woman shook her head. “No, Mrs. Nash is the owner. I’m the interior designer
she hired.”
“Oh, so you’re here to furnish the house?”
The woman nodded. “I’m not from around here—”
“Where are you from, dear?” Mrs. Higgins interrupted.
“New York.” The woman smiled. “And the name is Cassandra Cole―Cassie.”
Ethan studied Cassie. All the dear comments seemed to displease her. What
bothered her so? She fascinated him and he hadn’t been interested in anything or
anyone for some time. How intriguing.
“Well, Miss Cassie,” Mrs. Higgins went on. “What can I help you with today?”
Cassie glanced around the store before meeting Mrs. Higgins gaze again. “Mrs.
Nash decided the theme for the Landsby house should reflect its history. She wants to
restore the home to its original condition.”
“A wise decision,” Mrs. Higgins agreed.
“So. . . .” Cassie looked around at the store. “I have some shopping to do.” She
glanced back to Mrs. Higgins. “Do you have―or know of―a rental truck for hire to deliver
what I purchase here today?”
“Mr. Pitts does deliveries for me. I’ll call him now and see he comes by with the truck
soon to help you.”
Cassie smiled. “Thank you.”
She strode around the store, looking at the items spread out, and Ethan stayed
with her. In fact, he drew in close and stood mere inches from Cassie watching a deep
shudder run through her. “You’ve got a draft in here,” she called out to Mrs. Higgins.
Busy talking on the phone, Mrs. Higgins didn’t respond.
Ethan leaned away from Cassie to let the warmth wash over her body again, yet
continued to study her. She appeared so focused, so determined, and so adorable.
His cold soul lit up with a heat he’d long yearned for.

ONE RUB MORE – Elise Hepner

Flynn has been cursed for over a century for a social slight he never committed. A
voodoo priestess hexed him and forced him into a teapot where he could only be
summoned by the rub of a woman’s palm. Once free, he grants these women three
sexual favors—and cuts off his own emotions in the process. Unable to break free from
an invisible cage of lust and sex to fall in love again, he’s resigned to being a sex object
and nothing more.

Helena has been house sitting far, far away from her complicated past in England—
including her former childhood sweetheart, who wasn’t satisfied when Helena didn’t want
to be barefoot and pregnant. She’s resigned to leave behind the complications of men
and sex. She hopes that logic will win out over her unreliable emotions—but she’s put to
the test when she accidentally summons Flynn from his teapot prison.

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About Elise
Elise Hepner lives in MD with her spastic cat, two bouncy ferrets, and her always-
entertaining, programmer husband. She’s been writing erotica for over five years and
just recently started her foray into erotic romance. She’s been previously published with
Excessica, Cleis Press, and has a new release coming soon from Ellora’s Cave. If you’d
like to learn more or explore her backlist please visit her web site.

Excerpt From One Rub More:
He existed only in dreams. A part of her mind fought to break free from this sensual
playground. Deep beneath the aching need, she needed to leave. But his touch breathed
new life into her body. His cock pressed between her legs, a taunt that made her writhe.
No denying there was some reality here. Somewhere between fantasy and Pat's kitchen,
this man of many faces swept her hair away from her cheek and drew his tongue lightly
from her ear to collarbone. A path sparked across her nerve endings.
She begged, unashamed, for more of him.
He never spoke words. Only small, unintelligible noises that broke across her skin
and elicited shivers. He didn’t need to say anything, because his meaning was traced
lazily with his fingers over her body. He played out every syllable. Until she tightened,
wet and alive, beneath the slow burn of his skin that marked her like a brand. Nothing
made sense. Just when she thought she had grabbed a hold of something, it floated away
with a rasp of his tongue or the brush of his hand. Magic.
Pleasure moved inside her and strained outward as if her flesh was just a barrier to
bypass. Desire reached her toes and shot upward from her spine. An electric shock that
made her inner walls clench hard. An orgasm fought its way to the surface. No, not ready.
It wasn’t time and he wasn’t buried deep where she wanted him. Not enough contact to

warrant such a reaction.
A flush scalded her cheeks and chest because he coaxed her flesh to do his will
as he shifted above her body. Normally, it had been hard to climax. Always fighting
with her toes curled against the rough lip of pleasure and there was no helpful push that
would send her pin-wheeling through time and space. Choice had been taken out of the
equation. In this world, she imagined, everything must be easier.
Until the light brush of his mouth on her nipple was the final straw. All pretenses
of control shattered as she came. Her head dipped back and she arched tight against his
strength. Vaguely aware of a faraway pain in the back of her head as he anchored her to
the pleasure and she screamed out her ragged need.
Then it was gone. As if a switch had been flipped behind her eyes, leaving behind a
painful pulse. How long had she been out? Must have been hours.
When she forced her eyes to focus on the digital stove clock, it had been mere
minutes. By the sharp ache in the back of her head, she knew she was alive. But as
her eyes adjusted to the bright bars of sunshine across her body, she pried her wobbly
frame from the kitchen floor, she came to the conclusion she was, well, relaxed on her
kitchen floor. When was the last time she had lost this tension she carried around like a
backpack? This was new and different.
Though her hands still shook, the sensation sprang from the aftershocks of pleasure
more than fear that skittered across her brain only to hide again. She shook her head and
swallowed past the parchment paper taste on her tongue. What the hell just happened?
And why wasn’t she as startled about it as she should be given the circumstances?
Her limbs ached as if they'd been run over by a truck carrying blocks of cement.
She moved her fingers across the back of her head, relieved only to find a large knot and
no blood. So it had happened. Interesting. Without having to process, her mind sunk
into logical mode. Answers sprang to the top of her mind as if she’d found a leak. All
her repressed guilt had led her to a heady manifestation of fantasy. She had obviously
run away with the idea of sex and had become lost in her need for release until she had
masturbated on the floor.
But that didn’t explain the lilac smoke filling most of the room. Or the teapot. Oh
God, the teapot. There was no way she’d imagined that. With renewed purpose, she
hauled her ass off the kitchen floor despite the persistent groans of her body and glanced
around for the cursed hunk of metal. Mrs. Higgins must have known it was special. But
how could a sweet, little old woman have experiences with that kind of special? Helena
let a shudder fall down her back.
Over in the corner, she spotted the offender's silver surface spinning on its side. And
a man—a very sexy man. Jesus Christ! She nearly jumped out of her skin. A scream
clutched at her stomach and tried to pry its way out of her lips. She had lost it. When her
lower back hit the counter and there was nowhere left to go, she squared her shoulders
and crossed her arms. He couldn't have just materialized in the kitchen. Things like that
didn't happen outside of daytime television shows and movies. How hard did she hit her
head? Hard enough to see things—maybe. If she were truly seeing things, there was one
way to make this delusion go away. No backing down from it. He would go away if she
stayed firm. There was nothing to be afraid of because a trick of the mind couldn’t hurt
her or even touch her.

Which is when her delusion spoke.

A LOVE SOUL DEEP – Amber Scott

If only Sara had known no man would ever make her feel like Crew did, she
would have let him love her. A regret that can never be undone. His death haunts
her dreams and her wishful thinking only reminds her of everything she has lost.

Years later, a visit to an antique store in sultry Savannah changes everything
and makes her deepest wish come true. Her beloved returns to her. Her every
fantasy gets the chance to be fulfilled. But she wants more than one night. She
wants a lifetime and wonders what magic will let her keep A Love Soul Deep.

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About Amber:
In between naptimes and dishes, Amber Scott escapes into her characters’ fates, lusts
and transformations. She lives in Arizona with her husband and two children. She often
burns dinner, is addicted to chocolate and still believes in happily ever after.

Short Excerpt from A Love Soul Deep:

My tongue thickened in my mouth. I jerked my gaze to where the Crew-clone stood.
He bee-lined for my table. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He even walked like Crew,
loose hipped, long strides. A thud on the table made me realize I’d been clutching the
locket and it had slipped from my fist. Probably because my hands were drenched in
Crew-clone sat down.
“Hi,” he said.
The music thumped around us but I had no problem hearing the velvety sound of his
deep voice. A thousand moments from the past pinged through my head.
“Hi.” I spoke despite the dryness of my mouth.
His gaze fell to the table. To the locket. He reached it before my hand could move
to retrieve it. I wanted to hide it. Everything around us seemed suspended as he drew the
locket closer, pulling my neck as the chain strained. I leaned in, speechless, my mind a
jumble of confusion and hope.
He popped the gold frame open. His large rough hands made the locket seem all the
more delicate. Seeing the pictures inside, he gave a half-chuckle.
“She looks like you.”
I felt my eyes widen. “He looks a bit like you.”
My voice sounded far away.
He closed the frame, his eyebrows drawing together. “If we were in a bar somewhere
and had never met, that would be the perfect line, don’t you think?”
I laugh-gasped. “Uh, yeah. That would be convenient. A bar. Strangers. Old photos.”

My tension eased by a few degrees seeing the humor glinting in his eyes.
Still a tease. No! Just a clone and a lot of coincidence. Moira would have seen the
resemblance if there was any. She’d have peed herself. Not just because Crew was dead,
or because my heart was still strung so tightly to him, but because she believed in a lot of
witchy woo-woo shit.
“Good thing we’ve already met,” he said. A chill slid under my skin. “Or this might
get awkward.”
“Awkward? You and me?” I teased back, loving the feel of flirting again. “Never

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Friday, April 29, 2011

Guest Post with Evelyn Lafont Author of Vampire Relationship Guide

Thank you so much for Evelyn for stopping by and without further ado here she is, with her guest post today on BLH.

Reading Fail: The Calendar

I am one of those really organized people who simply must have a spreadsheet for everything. A weight
loss spreadsheet, household budget spreadsheet and now—as of this year—a TBR spreadsheet. (Believe
it or not, there are about 5 other spreadsheets that I did not include here.)

I started the TBR spreadsheet because I began getting anxiety attacks when I realized how many
paranormal romance series there were out there that I wanted to read. I know, I know, who panics
over the possibility of missing out on a book? Oh, wait, I forgot who I was talking to. Anyway, I knew
that I needed to get organized in order to ensure that I would not forget any of them, and my TBR
spreadsheet in calendar format was the perfect way for me to do that.

Unfortunately, time has not been kind to me this year and I’ve not gotten through my TBR sheet at all.
I’m way off track and behind schedule, but do you know what’s cool about that? It’s okay to be behind
since I have the list. The list actually allows me to be behind without freaking out that I’m going to forget
that I wanted to start the Kate Daniels series, or the Succubus Diaries or the Guild Hunter series this

Eventually, whether it’s this year or next, I’ll get around to reading every single book on my list, and then
I’ll start adding more, since the genre seems to be ever-expanding. I will let go of the notion that my
spreadsheet is a static thing, with firm dates that must be adhered to under penalty of Kindle battery
death, and I will let myself move around the series choices freely, moving some up in priority and others
down as the mood strikes me.

I will not—under and circumstances—allow reading to become a chore, duty, or job with deadlines and
time parameters. Because if I did, what in the world would I do for fun?

Evelyn Lafont is an author and freelance
writer with an addiction to Xanax and a predilection for snark.

Here is my review of Vampire Relationship Guide

Amazon Summary:

Josie wants what she’s never been able to have—sex with a vampire. When she receives an invitation to a party thrown by one of the world’s richest vamps, she doesn’t stop to question her luck; she just jumps into her favorite stilettos and heads out to the event of a lifetime, secretly hoping that she’ll come home with a party favor in the shape of a sexy coffin dweller.

But the great undead, much to Josie’s chagrin, aren’t just pale sexbots with pointy teeth waiting to satisfy her carnal desires—they are dangerous…and sometimes cranky. With a single-minded focus on fulfilling her sole sexual longing, Josie unwittingly entrenches herself in the twisted and sometimes antagonistic world of vampire relationships with no one to guide her, but herself.

Her debut novella, The

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Review of Vampire Relationship Guide by Evelyn Lafont

Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 194 KB
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Helios Media, Inc. (March 29, 2011)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English
Lending: Enabled

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Amazon Summary:
Josie wants what she’s never been able to have—sex with a vampire. When she receives an invitation to a party thrown by one of the world’s richest vamps, she doesn’t stop to question her luck; she just jumps into her favorite stilettos and heads out to the event of a lifetime, secretly hoping that she’ll come home with a party favor in the shape of a sexy coffin dweller.

But the great undead, much to Josie’s chagrin, aren’t just pale sexbots with pointy teeth waiting to satisfy her carnal desires—they are dangerous…and sometimes cranky. With a single-minded focus on fulfilling her sole sexual longing, Josie unwittingly entrenches herself in the twisted and sometimes antagonistic world of vampire relationships with no one to guide her, but herself.

This book was an absolute joy to read, I know I have mentioned in previous reviews how much humor is an important factor for me in books and this one had it from practically the first page and continued through out the story.

I was literally laughing out loud for the majority of the book, Josie, I can easily say she will rank as my top favorite female character of 2011. She was experiencing what all of us that dream of having two vampires competing for her affection or to at least get her in bed or not(I won't spoil it for you).

Let me move on to Gregory, I thought at first oh yes this was a vampire,that was near perfect in every way but as I continued to read I had a nagging suspicion there was more to him than we were being told. So when Walker came into the picture- which I must say is the type I normally like the broody, grouchy type. I gravitate to this type because I know there has to be a heart of gold in there somewhere.

Overall I loved this book so much I was just searching to find anything I could on when the next book would be released. Would I recommend this book ? Yes, if you ever dreamed of what it would be like on the dating scene with a vampire or two and would love a good laugh as well then you will throughly enjoy this book. I know I did.

Rating: 5 out of 5

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Kelly's Waiting on Wednesday #17


Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Breaking The Spine That spotlights upcoming releases we are eagerly anticipating.

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When I do this meme, I try not to go outside of the month. I try and stay within the month I'm posting. The last WOW that I did, I ended up talking about a book I'd already read but wanted to recommend because I wanted to stay within the month I was posting. Now, with April coming to a close, I feel that I can talk about books coming out in May. And am I ever excited!!! My most favorite series, the one that started it all for me, The Southern Vampire Mysteries (or, Sookie Stackhouse), is releasing it's 11th book!!

"With her knack for being in trouble's way, Sookie witnesses the firebombing of Merlotte's, the bar where she works. Since Sam Merlotte is now known to be two-natured, suspicion falls immediately on the anti-shifters in the area. Sookie suspects otherwise, but her attention is divided when she realizes that her lover Eric Northman and his "child" Pam are plotting to kill the vampire who is now their master. Gradually, Sookie is drawn into the plot-which is much more complicated than she knows..."

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That's a May 3 release date boys and girls. Shall I save a place for you in the check out line?

Kelly for Book Lover's Hideaway

PS - I know beefcake covers raise everyone's skirts, but for me, I ADORE these Sookie covers and this one is my favorite EVER!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011



Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

Grab your current read;

Open to a random page;

Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page!

BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

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Oh my...I've found a classic one for you! And I may have to bend the rules a little a go a tad more than two sentences. But I see people breaking that rule all the time so I'm not gonna stress. Okay, here's the quote...let's see if YOU can guess the book?

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"Wait." She slapped her palm on his chest. "Protection?"

He lifted his head, his brows drawn in confusion. "My guards are stationed nearby -- ah, you mean for the sex."

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There's more after that and I had to struggle to not type more out because it was funny. But there's your quote. Good one eh? You got to love a sense of humor. So, what book is this from? I'll give you a hint. Ready?

It's from a brand new book.

Got it yet? Need another hint? Okay...ready?

It's from the first book in a new series.

Okay, you should have it by now right? No? You need another hint? Okay, but this is the very last hint. Ready?

The author has another series about demons.

Yep. You got it! It's from Eternal Rider by Larissa Ione. We're reading it on our Goodreads Group. I'm talking we're reading it together. We only read a few chapters at a time and then stop and discuss the book. It's been fun and a little frustrating sometimes but mostly fun.

I hope everyone enjoyed the quote. And you holiday weekend. I hope it was nice for everyone. See you tomorrow!!!

Kelly for Book Lover's Hideaway

Monday, April 25, 2011

BLB Blog Tour Review Soul Stalker by Laura Kreitzer

Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 604 KB
Publisher: Obsidian Mountain Publishing (October 24, 2010)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English
ASIN: B00495XR7U
Lending: Enabled

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Amazon Summary:
Being the Illuminator is not all happiness and light, especially when everyone thinks you are dead. When Gabriella decides to finally let her angels know that she is alive, Joseph and an unexpected friend help her. The Darkness Illuminator is not as in control of her power as she believes, which makes for a very comedic and endearing relationship that blooms between the three. A fender-bender debacle, a run-in with the cops, and a hiccup at the airport seem to all be worth it until Gabriella finds out her plan has backfired.

The three angels are missing, more mysteries pile up, and a new evil is brewing – so terrifying, in fact, that even the Soul Stalker herself is cowering in fear. Our heroine begins a jarring, romance-filled, heart-breaking journey that will lead her back to Italy, and ultimately to the answers she is desperately searching for. What will she do when they aren’t the answers she expected? What happens when she unveils a truth, so deeply hidden, that it causes an Angelic War?

I really enjoyed this sequel to the Shadow of The Sun, I became a fan when I read the first book. It felt good to revisit Gabriella and her quest to get back to her Angel. This book was a wild ride from the get go and let me add I read this with the span of 2 days because I just had to know if she would get back to Andrew.

I just absolutely love the characters in this book, it was so good to see Joesph again and I love how Gabriella and Joesph interacted almost like a brother and sister when it came down to their relentless teasing of each other. There was several laugh out loud moments in this book I wish I could mention them but it would give some things away.

But what I loved the most about this book was, it kept you guessing all the way through. I like it when I can't figure out what it is going to happen next and her reunion with her angel left me sighing.

Andrew and Gabriella's love story is intertwined through out the whole story and though you don't get anything more than a few kisses and believe it or not thats just fine. It's more about the romance and its a nice refreshing change. Laura writes it so well you don't miss the hot steamy scenes.

Would I recommend? Yes if you read the first book The Shadow of the Sun then this is a must read and if you haven't you should. I just purchased the third in this series Abyss and can't wait to read it.

Rating:4.5 out of 5

Other Books in this series:
Abyss(Timeless#3)release date March 31st
Fallen Legion release date?
Halo of The Sun release date 2012

Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of the Book Lovin' Bitches Ebook Tours and a copy was provided to me by the author. although payment may have been received by Book Lovin' Bitches Ebook Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review nor was there an obligation to write a positive one. all opinions expressed here are entirely mine and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, the book's publisher and publicist or the readers of this review. this disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.

Sunday, April 24, 2011



Book 4 in The Mortal Instruments Series

By Cassandra Claire

Published by: Margaret K. McElderry

First Printing: April 5, 2011

ISBN-10: 1442403543

ISBN-13: 978-1442403543

Amazon; Barnes and Noble; Goodreads

Concept: The Mortal War is over, and sixteen-year-old Clary Fray is back home in New York, excited about all the possibilities before her. She's training to become a Shadowhunter and to use her unique power. Her mother is getting married to the love of her life. Downworlders and Shadowhunters are at peace at last. And—most importantly of all—she can finally call Jace her boyfriend.

But nothing comes without a price.

Someone is murdering Shadowhunters, provoking tensions between Downworlders and Shadowhunters that could lead to a second, bloody war. Clary's best friend, Simon, can't help her. His mother just found out that he's a vampire and now he's homeless. Everywhere he turns, someone wants him on their side—along with the power of the curse that's wrecking his life. And they're willing to do anything to get what they want. Not to mention that he's dating two beautiful, dangerous girls—neither of whom knows about the other one.

When Jace begins to pull away from her without explaining why, Clary is forced to delve into the heart of a mystery whose solution reveals her worst nightmare: she herself has set in motion a terrible chain of events that could lead to her losing everything she loves. Even Jace.

Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. The stakes are higher than ever in City of Fallen Angels.”

Review: If you are anything like me, you were chomping at the bit to start reading this, the 4th book in The Mortal Instruments series (5 if you count The Clockwork Angel which you aren’t supposed to but you might as well). Instantly, I fell back in love with the world of Clary and Jace and felt Simon’s angst. I waited patiently for the story to unfold. I waited, and waited. Then it dawned on me, it took me almost a week to read this book. The other books, I read in like two days max. It was dreadfully slow.

Why couldn’t Clary and Jace have just worked on their relationship and maybe had an adventure or two without it involving THEM? Jace was dark and ugly. Gone was his endearing arrogance and the intelligent banter that was in previous books. He was dark and brooding and very much like Edward in Twilight and ugh, haven’t we had enough of that???

Then, without writing this review with spoilers, I’ll just say that Ms. Clare, please let the dead stay dead! Book 3 was brilliant, everything was wound up nicely. Don’t resurrect something that really doesn’t need to be. I was not a big fan of Book 2 in the series but Book 3 made up for it. I hope that Book 5 makes up for Book 4. It needs to really work hard.

What I liked: I say this all the time about these books. Words like unique, interesting, dark, rewarding and romantic should be used to describe the story line as a whole about this book. It’s a young adult genre, but I would recommend it to anyone and perhaps that’s where the enchantment comes in with these books. They are like Harry Potter although I personally care for this world much, much more. Even though this wasn’t my favorite in the series, I still love the series and I doubt anything can shake me from that.

What I disliked: There were a lot of things in the book that were brought up but then dropped, for instance, Luke and Jocelyn’s wedding. Really? It’s a two book event (or maybe more)? The Seelie Queen…she was in a scene, but why? The cliffhanger at the end. Just to name a few of my dislikes.

My rating: 3.5 Feathers

Kelly for Book Lover's Hideaway

Happy Easter!!

Hope everyone has a wonderful Easter, however you spend the day whether with your family or friends. What is your traditions do you have any?

Now that my son is older, we don't do as much as we did we he was a small boy, Just mainly now go and spend the day with family.

Kelly's Review: FOREVER BOUND


A 1 Night Stand Story

By Stacey Kennedy

Published by: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC (

First Printing: April 2011

ISBN: 978-1-61333-054-8

Decadent Publishing; Goodreads

Concept: “Josie Harper had boyfriends, lovers, and even friends with benefits. None of them could satisfy her. Something had always been missing—something she was now desperate to find. Gavin Scott longed for the perfect submissive. A woman worthy of the gift he could give to her as a Dom. Most failed to meet his expectations and he’d all but given up hope. A high class match-maker in Las Vegas brings Josie and Gavin together. Tonight, Gavin will introduce Josie to the world of BDSM. As he skillfully guides her through the experience, Josie isn’t the only one captivated. Gavin is in awe of her control, someone this new to the lifestyle shouldn’t possess this great of a talent. During their journey, Josie will find the missing piece of her soul and Gavin will meet the woman who was born to submit to him.

Review: Forever Bound is an erotic novella which features a young woman by the name of Josie Harper who has found her sex life to be a little on the dull side so she spends her savings on a “Fantasy Island” situation of sorts. She is a submissive who has asked to be paired with a Dom so that she can experience some of the BDSM lifestyle. On the other side of the coin is a Dom who is tired of the same ol’ same ol’ and has been paired with this newbie because of her “girl next door” looks and ironically, her lack of experience coupled with her desire to please.

The two of them experience something for the first time: each other. There is some very hot and sexy use of ropes and vibrators. The Dom finds his surprise that someone can be as real as Josie is and Josie finds to her delight that she can be fulfilled in the bedroom at last. Do the two of them turn a few hours into something more? What happened with the two of them with the ropes and the vibrators? You’ll have to get this wonderful little bit of reading to find out.

What I liked: A lot. I am no prude but I am not really experienced in the world of BDSM either. If I ever wanted to be, my fantasies would be just like what this story describes and in truth, a few scenes really had me fanning myself. I appreciate that Ms. Kennedy wrote this novella as something naughty while being tasteful at the same time so as not to scare off some of the not so sure people like myself. I also really liked hearing from BOTH of the characters and their innermost thoughts during the process. I found that to be interesting.

I have to add that the subject of BDSM is not something I would normally discuss with my friends, but the story reached me at some level because I found myself telling my manicurist about this novella the very next morning after I had read it. This sparked a conversation between the two of us about how to delve into our sexual fantasies with our mates without embarrassment. At the end of that day, I was still thinking about it so much that I’m going to have my husband read it just to spark a conversation. I am very happy with my husband and our marriage but I think that using this story can keep the spark alive and after 30 something years of marriage, spark can be important. My point to all this is that this story touched me in a spot that kept me thinking about it for hours afterward and sharing it with not only a girlfriend but my husband as well.

What I disliked: I’m on the fence about this, so it’s a very small dislike, but I don’t know if I think that the two main characters needed to have anything else after their time together. It didn’t have to continue past the room. Or perhaps there could be more of a story at a later time. But being as the subtitle to this novella is “A 1 Night Stand Story,” I think maybe it should have been over at the end of the session. On other hand (and here’s the fence), if I were in Josie’s position, I would have liked for my Dom to be as enraptured with me as Josie’s Dom was with her. So it was a fun part to the story. As I said, I am on the fence.

My rating: 4.5 feathers