Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Early Review Hunter's Fall by Shiloh Walker

Paperback: 336 pages
Publisher: Berkley; Original edition (June 7, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0425241807
ISBN-13: 978-0425241806

Book courtesy of Shiloh Walker

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Amazon Summary:
Nessa lost her memory following a near-death experience. Dominic is a Hunter dealing with his own problems with memory and sanity. When the two are put together to battle the forces of darkness-while trying to restore what they've lost-their all-consuming passion becomes an even greater unknown.

I have to say I was a bit worried when I started this book, because I haven't read any book in this series and I was afraid I might get lost in the world building and not be able to connect with the characters. I am happy to say I had nothing to worry about at all, I was able to understand the world for which these hunters lived and how they came about without any confusion at all.

Nessa, I could connect with, I felt her heartbreak through out the beginning and her frustration with her long life. So she does anything to make it all go away until she nearly dies and loses her memory.

Dominic, is afraid he is losing his mind with the constant dreams of a woman he has never met. Between the two I wasn't sure who I wanted to save the most. When he suspects she might be real he goes on a hunt to find her.

As I turned each page I hoped and prayed they would find each other, and without giving too much away the reasons they are so drawn together is revealed in the book. This book is action packed with hot and I mean hot scenes. Shiloh surely can write steamy scenes.

Overall I loved this book and I am definitely going to be buying the rest in this series so I can read up on some of the side characters in this book. Would I recommend? Yes and don't be afraid to start in the middle of a series because Shiloh writes it so well that you won't be confused.


Other Books in this series:
Hunters: The Beginning

Hunters: Interlude

Hunters: Ben & Shadoe

Hunters: Rafe & Sheila

I’ll be Hunting You

Hunting the Hunter

Hunters: Heart & Soul

Hunter’s Salvation


Hunter’s Need


The Huntress



Hunter’s Pride

Hunter’s Edge

Hunter’s Mercy

Hunter’s Choice

Kelly's Review: 'Til We Meet Again

From the Anthology KISSED FROM BEYOND:

‘Til We Meet Again

By Stacey Kennedy

Published by: Smashwords EBooks

First Printing: 2011

ISBN: 978-0-9865931-6-1

Barnes and Noble; Smashwords; Goodreads

Concept: “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 house, strange happenings erupt around her. She suspects the house is haunted. Determined to find out, Cassie sets 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 never imagined.”

Review: This is a novelette of the erotic version and as I’m saying it again, it has to be difficult as an author to pack a good story punch into 60 pages or less. Thankfully, my new favorite author Stacey Kennedy does just that. This story is a classic ghost story in most ways. You know, in an old home, a young woman takes off her top while something spooky looks on. Yup, that happens here, but you are treated to the ghost’s version as well as the young woman’s. It turns into a story that could be titled “You’ve Got Ghosts.” The young woman, wanting to meet this ghost of hers, hooks up with a clairvoyant who helps her take her ghost over to the other side, but not before the ghost and the young woman are treated to a memorable love scene and one that honestly choked me up just a little. Yeah, me.

There’s eroticism of the truest form in this book, there’s a good ghost story, and a good lust story as well. Again, in my reader’s eyes, Ms. Kennedy can do no wrong.

What I liked: Something that Ms. Kennedy seems to sneak into most of her books, her endearing sense of humor. While providing what would be common sense scenes in this book, her sense of humor is something uncommon and delightful.

What I disliked: Taking this story for what it is, a short erotic story, it is perfection. There’s nothing I didn’t like.

My rating: 5 feathers

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Kelly's Review: A Ghostly Menage

I'm a little off schedule with this review and I haven't been around lately. I've been doing a home project which has really sapped the life out of me. Don't you hate when that happens? Anyway, I have some reviews coming at you and this is just to start things off. I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccck!!!!!!!!!! :)

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By Eve Langlais

Published by: Cobblestone Press, LLC

First Printing: 2010

ISBN: 978-1-60088-592-1

Cobblestone Press; Goodreads; All Romance EBooks

Concept: Jenna, desperate for change, buys a repossessed home on a whim. The townsfolk claim it's haunted, but Jenna's pretty sure all it needs is some filler to stop the drafts. Before long, even she has to admit, there's more going on here than the vagaries of an old house. Can it be ghosts making her panties wet and her dreams hot?

Derrick and Mark, werewolf twins, are stuck in their house as disembodied spirits, all because of an evil witch. When their fated mate suddenly becomes the new owner, they end up taking haunting to a whole new erotic level.” (Cobblestone Press)

Review: This is a novelette of the erotic version and as I’ve said many times, it has to be difficult as an author to pack a good story punch into 60 pages or less. Yet that’s exactly what this author does. You’ve got ghosts and werewolves and witches all packed into this story and you have a small bit of character build up mixed in. Top it off with a really good story, complete with a mega bitchy villain. Bake it all up with some super hot sex scenes and this recipe is complete!

Even though this is an *older* ebook, I just discovered it and this author. I’ll be back for a lot more. You won’t be sorry if your erotic tastes lead you into the meange category or even if you are just wondering what it could be like. This is an excellent place to start.

What I liked: The werewolf twins, Derrick and Mark, are fun and series all at the same time. Bad and badder. Naughty and naughtier. I liked that about them and I think Jenna liked that as well. The eroticism was there while not be overpowered with sexual acts that might turn some people off. The edge was stepped on nicely. I particularly loved the dreamwalking scenes.

What I disliked: Some of the sex scenes seemed a little forced. I realize that with a short story that might be a given, but maybe one less sex scene or maybe longer sex scenes of the ones already in play.

My rating: 4 feathers

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Monday, May 30, 2011

BLB Tour Guest Post with Stacey Kennedy

Can I just say before we hand things over to Stacey I am super excited to have her here, She is one of my fave new authors. Thank you so much Stacey for stopping by and without further ado here she is.

Big thanks to Book Lover’s Hideaway for letting me stop by and share Stolen Dreams with you
all. Today I’m not going to talk too much about the story and more about my muse, because
without her this story would have never happened. So, who is my muse?

Well…to put it plainly, she’s an annoying little voice in my head that won’t give me a moments
rest. I started writing in 2009 and since then I’ve released seventeen books (two anthologies). I
suppose when you see that number you’ll understand exactly what I’m talking about. My muse
is overactive. She’s constantly throwing new ideas at me. Sometimes it can be a scene in the
current story I’m working, and other times, it will be a concept for a new series. She never stops
working, never quits looking at things in a way to somehow make a good story out of it, and
she’s always demanding I keep writing.

As much as she nags at me, I gotta love her, because she gives me such amazing ideas like the
story, Stolen Dreams. This novel was a complete blast to write and I enjoyed every minute of it.
All the twists and turns, discovering who the characters were, the heated love scenes between a
woman and a ghost was so much fun to be a part of! So, without further ado, here’s peek at what
she stirred up:

Lives have been lost―dreams stolen, but love carves a path to hope.

Tess Jennings has the ability to see and talk to spirits. On a daily basis, they harass and annoy her
to save their souls. Sometimes she helps, other times she ignores them, but one ghost will give
her no choice. Kipp McGowan, a cop with the Memphis Police Department, uses his ghostly
charms to gain her attention and forces her to expose herself to his partner.

As she’s pulled into the five year old cold case of Hannah Reid she wants no part of, she finds
herself in more than one precarious situation. But that’s the least of her worries―Tess begins
to have a serious problem on her hands. Kipp might be dead, but he’s drop-dead gorgeous and
she’s beginning to forget that he’s a ghost.

Murder and corruption has brought Tess and Kipp together. But as her feelings for Kipp deepen,
she suspects she just signed herself up for a one-way ticket to the nut house, and can only hope,
straitjackets come in a size four.


Starbucks was in its usual rush hour craze when I breezed through the doors. Coffee is my
addiction. Looking around, evidently I wasn’t the only one that couldn’t get my ass in gear
without a cup of Joe.

After ten minutes in line, I made it to the counter and was greeted by a young woman who
looked way too happy for this hour of the morning. Her blue eyes sparkling, white teeth
gleaming and spiked artistic black hair, perfectly put together. “Can I get a Venti Skinny Caramel

“Venti Skinny Caramel Macchiato,” she called out as I handed her a ten.

While I waited for my change, I glanced to my watch. Eight-forty. The time spent in line had
cost me. I only had twenty minutes to get to work. Being late just wasn’t an option as the

assistant to the Event Manager of Randall Marketing, Dylan Cobb. It didn’t matter if the job had
him halfway around the world, he checked in at nine o’clock sharp to make sure I remained at
his beck and call. Sadly, I always was.

The job itself was ideal as Mr. Cobb was only in the office one week out of the month due to
his promotional work. It meant I was left alone most of the time. Bossless and getting paid good
money―I had the life of self-employment, but without the headache. Now, if I actually had to
see Dylan on a daily basis, that would be a different story. I wouldn’t have lasted three days with
him constantly looking over my shoulder, always in my space.

“One Caramel Macchiato,” another employee called out, drawing me away from my thoughts.

“Than…” I started, but as a cold breeze swept in behind me, my words froze. To anyone else, the
sensation would have been passed off as a cold breeze. I knew better than to believe that.

There was a spirit here.

I refused to acknowledge said spirit. “Thank you.” I impressed myself by sounding calm and
collect. The server was looking at me as if I’d lost my mind as I took the cup from her hand.
Ignoring that too, I spun on my heels, and kept my focus on the ceramic tiled floor to avoid any
and all curious glances at my peculiar behaviour.

Just as I reached for the door handle, a voice came from behind me, “Can you hear me?”

The male ghost sounded shocked. Apparently my glow grabbed his attention. As ghosts before
this one had told me, I had a light around me―a golden aura. It made me stick out like a sore
thumb. Ghosts were harmless―annoying, but harmless. From the surprise in his tone, it was
obvious he wasn’t expecting me to hear him. Shit! I’d already given myself away. Well, I could
rectify that.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the door handle, pulled it open and forced myself to remain deaf
to the voice. If I ignored the ghosts long enough, they moved on and searched out someone else
who held this gift, which I had yet to meet. To this day, I still questioned if calling my ailment a
gift was appropriate. An ability to see and hear ghosts had become more of a daily irritation than
anything else.

Much to my annoyance, I felt the spirit join me outside as I walked down the street. The ghost
stayed right on my heels, his presence strong behind me. The cold air at my back was a contrast
to the warm air in front of me as every hair on my neck stood, goose bumps pimpled a trail along
my skin. If only I could rub them away, but I wouldn’t dare. That would acknowledge I knew he
was there.

“Can you hear me?”

His voice was rich and deep enough to send vibrations into my soul. I wasn’t so deaf that I
couldn’t tell this was one smooth talking male spirit, even if his voice did come sharp with
frustration. I quickened my steps to get away from him hoping he’d catch the drift, weaving in
and out of pedestrians as I made my way down Peabody Place.


Something in his insistent tone made me want to be as far away from him as possible. He
sounded desperate, which meant a big headache for me. If I hadn’t worn my damn sling-backs,
I would have tried to run and hide. But the three-inch Manolos and the tight tailored gray skirt

around my knees made it impossible.

Within minutes, I hit the heart of the Memphis City―Beale Street. I let out a breath of relief as
warmth surrounded me. It wasn’t just the basking sun, the spirit had left me be. Pleased that my
dodge worked, I took a sip of my energy in a cup then smiled. Coffee’s fantastic, the ghost is
gone―life’s good.

As I continued to walk down the street, the Hard Rock Cafe came and went. The smell of
eggs and bacon filled the air and my stomach growled in response. I wasn’t a morning person
by nature. My only thought when I woke this morning had been caffeine. Now, I wished I’d
grabbed a muffin. But with ten minutes to get to my desk, I couldn’t worry about such things and
would have to wait until lunch.

Another block passed under my heels before I reached the historical red brick building with its
stripped green and white awning. To me, this place looked more like a market than an office
space but being downtown in the heart of Elvis Land, nothing modern existed here. The City
needed a serious makeover.

The moment I opened the door to the office, a bubbly voice greeted me, “Good morning, Ms.

“Mornin’,” I responded to Doris, the receptionist at the firm who was in every way a butterscotch
sundae. In her mid-forties auburn curls reached down to her ears and big brown eyes that could
warm you on the coldest of days.

“A lovely day today, is it not?” Doris asked as she shuffled eons of paperwork around on her
desk. The woman was very messy, yet somehow organized. Within her mess, she knew where to
find the smallest items. Truly incredible to watch. After a brief moment, she lifted her face with a
sweet smile as she held out the messages over the counter.

“Sure is.” So, I just told a little white lie. The ghost hadn’t exactly started my day off right, but I
wasn’t about to tell her about it. I grabbed the post-it notes from her hands. “Did you have a nice

“Started my gardening. It’s going to be a beauty this year. You’ll have to come out and have a

I smiled. “I’d love to.”

Doris created a piece of art with her gardening skills and I would never turn down the invitation
to see it. Doris loved flowers. I could at least appear interested, even though my green thumb was

Her face lit up, but when the phone rang, she just waved a good-bye and answered it. “It’s
another beautiful day here at Randall Marketing, how can I direct your call?”

That was Doris, sunshine on the gloomiest of days. I started to walk toward my office and
headed down the hall. Two doors down, I arrived. Once there, I grabbed the door handle, opened
it, then closed it behind me.

Just because the building was historic didn’t mean my office had to be. Complete modern chic
was what I had created here―glass table, dark charcoal walls with a white upholstered rolling

Placing the coffee on the table, I pulled out the chair and sat down. Cool leather came against

my warm skin as I flipped through the messages left for me. None were urgent enough to worry
about now.

I powered up the computer. As it booted up, I took a sip of my coffee. The warmth slid down my
throat and gave an immediate rush to my energy levels. Before I could place the cup back on the
table, a knock sounded at the door and a moment later, it opened.

“And just where were you all weekend?” Caley snapped, shutting the door behind her.

Caley, my best friend since the age of four, was a typical pageant Queen. Bleach blonde,
sparkling baby blue eyes, perfect skin and a body men drooled over. But it’s all a front―she’s
the devil in disguise.

“I was at home.” I gave her an innocent smile. “Did you try and call me?” Of course, I lied. If I
let Caley drag me out every time she had an itch for a party, I’d be considered a sorority girl.

Caley pointed at my face and glared. “Don’t you try that shit on me! I called you all weekend
and your damn phone went straight to voicemail.”

“Hmm…” I pretended to ponder for a moment then finally said, “The battery must have died.”

It was the only sure way to get Caley to leave me be. Truth was, she could have just come over,
and I wouldn’t put it past her that she would. But the little hint was a subtle way of telling Caley
I wanted to be left alone. Normally, she knew enough to stay away.

“Liar.” Caley plopped down in the seat in front of my desk. “Where were you, Tess? I wanted to
go out.”

“I wasn’t anywhere.” I placed the coffee cup back on the table. Caley’s brows rose in disbelief as
I continued. “Honestly, I vegged on the couch.”

Caley snorted. “Now doesn’t that sound appealing?”

My mouth parted to offer a snappy retort, but a cold wisp of air brushed across my skin and I
froze in shock. This ghost was persistent. Normally, they never took this much time to see if I
could hear them. His insistence began to intrigue me.

“Hello.” Caley snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Leave the aliens behind and return to
mother earth.”

I laughed it away, but felt uncomfortable. The ghost knelt right beside Caley, well not really
kneeling but more floating, and made it impossible not to look at him. The thing with ghost was
they made it appear as if they were sitting on objects, lying down―things like that. In actuality,
they floated very close but were never quite able to obtain any physical contact with the world
around them. It was weird at first. Now, after seeing it for so many years, it no longer fazed me.

This ghost though had captured my attention. As much as I wanted to look away, I
couldn’t―men like this were meant to be ogled. His eyes were predominantly blue, but each
contained a thick chunk of chocolate brown within the blue. The contrast was stunning.

I’d never seen anything like it, but my amazement had only begun. He may be a ghost, but just
by looking at him, I knew he either belonged to law enforcement or the military. Only men of
this calibre―chiselled bodies, a tough air about them―were created within their ranks. His
expression was firm and serious, but personality lived there too. Everything about him was
conflicting. His strong jaw, the muscles clenching along his cheeks, all spoke of power. His kind
eyes, soft plush lips, and untidy dirty blond hair showed playfulness.

He wore a black tank top which left his arms exposed and muscles upon muscles layered those
arms. His body thick, wide with pure tough guy appeal.

“Anyways,” Caley said, drawing my gaze back to her. “I had to go out with Susanne and you
know how much I enjoy that.”

I laughed. “Now that sounds appealing.” Caley’s step-sister is a horny twenty year old who had
the body to fulfill her needs. Whenever Caley was out with her, she spent most of the time trying
to keep her out of trouble. “You could have stayed home, you know.”

“Stayed home?” Caley’s expression showed her disgust. “On a Saturday night?”

“Yeah, you know, get some popcorn, watch movies―relax.”

Caley shook her head and gave a chastising look. “If you don’t stop this grandma behaviour,
your va-jay-jay is going to shrivel up and die.”

The ghost let out a low chuckle. The sound hit me like a cup of warm cocoa causing my insides
to melt. Annoyed, I forced the reaction away. First off, Caley was so wrong―well, maybe a little
right―but I’d never admit it out loud. Second, being swooned by a ghost wasn’t on my to-do-list

“Excuse me, my va-jay-jay is just fine,” I retorted, not only to Caley, but I also wanted the
irritating ghost to know.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’ve still got some spunk.” Caley stood, placed her hands on her
hips. “Because I have a date for us tonight.”

“A what?” A date? Oh God, no. What had Caley gotten me involved with now and more
important who?

Caley’s grin showed pride in herself. “Yes, my dearest Grammy, we have a double date.”

“With who?”

“Two guys I met on Saturday night.” Her hands fell from her waist and she wagged her finger at
me in classic Caley fashion. “And you’re going, either willingly or unwillingly, so deal with it.”

“But it’s a Monday night” Not that a date didn’t sound like fun. Hell, it’d been months, actually
a year since I’d been on one, but a man Caley chose in a drunken stupor. No thanks. Being a dark
brunette with the long shag look, emerald eyes surrounded by dark lashes, body of a twenty year
old with boobs which screamed of youth, my looks were never the problem.

It was my random spouts of talking to myself, which was the anchor in my ship. My sex life
was as dead as the man in front of me. That particular part of my body was more like a woman
married for forty years―bored. But it didn’t mean I wanted to go out with anyone Caley set up
for me, so I did my best to get out of this. “I have to work tomorrow.”

Caley pointed her wagging finger directly at my face, as a knowing glance rose to her
face. “Grandma.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. There would be no winning here. Caley’s relentless. It was a
personality trait I respected most in her. She never backed down, always dreamed big and went
for it. But it wasn’t all rays of sunshine. Her determination made her a little rough around the
edges. Still, I loved her for it. She may have flaws, but she was loyal and trustworthy. Qualities
hard to find nowadays.

If I wanted to keep any pride, I had to give in or it’d look like she won. That I couldn’t
have. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Caley grinned, appeased. She spun on heels and headed toward the door. “I’ll pick you up at
eight.” Then, she glanced back and winked. “Leave the granny panties at home.”


Ten long, gruelling hours dragged by. Not because my boss was as demanding as any two-year-
old, but because the ghost still hadn’t left or shut up. The past hours he tried his best to get my
attention. Good thing, I’m great at tuning people out or I would have caved after hour two.

With a long heavy sigh, I turned off the computer, cleaned up the papers, and just as I stood
pushing the chair under the desk, the ghost said, “I know you can hear me.”

Apparently this was his favourite line, since he’d said it a thousand times over the past ten hours.
A non-stop stream of jibber-jabber which was irritating. If the ghost’s voice wasn’t so damn
luscious I wouldn’t be so wound up. Some spirits tried harder than others did but I never reacted
to them like this. He had me intrigued. Still, I’d fight against that ridiculous feeling.

Quickly, I made it out of my office and toward the front door. After a wave good-bye to Doris, I
stepped outside and breathed in the early evening air. Food mixed with exhaust from the cars on
the busy street―everything that meant I was home.

The moment I took a step forward, my happiness faded when the ghost said, “I’m not leaving
until you admit you can hear me.”

With a flick of my hair to dismiss him, I started down the street and soon I rounded onto Third
Street. The ghost tried again, a little louder and more abrupt this time. “Dammit woman! Will
you stop ignoring me? It’s annoying.”

I’m annoying him? I wanted to laugh at the ridiculous notion, but it would only give me away.
So instead, I kept my eyes glued to the street in front of me, wanting nothing more than to be

A few blocks down, I turned onto G E Patterson Avenue, and my aching feet and head shouted
in relief as my building came into view. On the outside, it appeared to be an old textile factory.
Inside, it was anything but. The exact reason why I snatched one of the modern condos the day
it’d gone on the market.

I made my way up the stairs while I took my keys from my purse. At the thick mahogany
wooden door, I raised my key pass to the scanner, grabbed the chrome door handle, and swung it
open. After I hurried in, the door closed behind me with the ghost right on my heels.

Just three doors down, I opened the door to my condo before slamming it closed behind me. Of
course, it didn’t stop the ghost from melting through the door to invade my personal space.

Tossing the keys on the kitchen table, I dropped my purse on the floor and went straight for the
bathroom. If this sneaky spirit followed me, a serious fit would be released.

As the bathroom closed shut behind me, I waited a moment, marvelling at my granite
masterpiece. Large shower, corner Jacuzzi tub, modern sink with a glass bowl sitting atop, even
the toilet looked sleek.

After a moment, I let out the breath I’d been holding, pleased the ghost was smart enough to stay
away from here. At least, he had some morals or maybe just common sense.

What I needed was some space to breathe and the silence was pure bliss. At the shower, I
turned on the water as hot as I could stand it, stripped off my clothes and stepped in to enjoy the
moment of peace.

It wasn’t until my fingers were wrinkled and the bathroom was full of steam did I dare to get out.
I turned the shower off, squeezed the water from my hair, and wrapped the warm towel around
my body. With hesitation, knowing what was ahead of me, I opened the door to the bathroom
and followed the steam out as I made my way across the dark hardwood floors toward the

Halfway there, a sudden gasp―a deep, low gasp that spoke of shock and desire―stopped me.

But it didn’t stop me for long. No, I couldn’t play into this type of nonsense. I scooted into my
bedroom then shut the door behind me and leaned against it. What in the hell was that all about?
Did he think I was beautiful? The thought did bring a smile to my face. But as fast as it came, I
forced it away. What was I thinking? Being flattered by a ghost was about as sick as it came.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I got dressed. Once done, I made my way back to the bathroom to
take on the task of becoming a sexy kitten.

A while later, I replaced the cap on my lip gloss, returned it to the make-up bag, and took a step
back to examine myself in the mirror. My hair was being kind to me and my makeup was bang
on. With my low-riding dark wash jeans and blue plaid three-quarter length sleeve top, tied to
leave my midriff exposed, I couldn’t have been more pleased. At least, I would look sexy while I
suffered through the embarrassing blind date.

Right then, the familiar cold breeze swept across me again. I raised my gaze back from admiring
my clothing to the mirror, I wasn’t alone. The ghost had joined me in the bathroom, and
instinctively, I glanced at his face in the mirror.

“You can see me?” he stared at me with intent.

His eyes were so captivating. Everything in me screamed to look away and ignore him. But
something in me just couldn’t do it. I wanted to be lost in those eyes. Who knew maybe that was
his thing―a powerful presence which demanded he be heard. Whatever it was, it worked on me.

Seconds passed before I snapped back to reality, tore my gaze from the mirror, spun around and
walked right through him. My breath hitched as a cold shudder rendered my muscles useless
for a moment. It was equivalent to walking into a deep freeze. Luckily, the effects weren’t long

After my initial stagger, I persisted on and as I walked by the kitchen, the green numbers on my
stainless steel stove glowed seven-fifty-eight. With sure steps, I hurried on and made it to the
door, just needing to get the hell out of here and away from him. It’s one thing to see ghosts,
another thing to help them if they demanded it, but to be attracted to one? This was beginning to
linger into the land of the mentally unstable. I grabbed the door handle, tore through the door and
didn’t stop for a second even as I heard him speak again.

“By the way, you look sexy as hell.”


Stacey Kennedy is an avid lover of urban fantasy/paranormal romance and erotic romance. 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.staceykennedy.com,
she loves to hear from her readers.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

BLB Tour Author Interview with Sandra Edwards/Giveaway

About the Author:
I write in a variety of genres such as paranormal (mostly time travel and reincarnation), contemporary, and suspense. While all my tales hold an element of romance, my books often push the envelope and step outside the boundaries of conventional romance. I live in the U.S. (west coast) with my husband, two kids, four dogs and one very temperamental feline.

Thank you Sandra for stopping by BLH and answering a few questions. Without further ado here is the inteview.

When did you begin Writing?

I think I was born a storyteller. I’m told that as a small child I could spin some tales. lol. I actually started “writing” though when I was about twelve or thirteen. My story is probably typical for writers, I wrote stories in high school and passed them around to my friends.

Who is you mentor ? Who do you look up too?

I don’t really have a “mentor”, but these are some authors I look up to: Rod Serling, Isaac Asimov, Sidney Sheldon and Harold Robbins. I’m in awe of each one’s ability to spin a tale.

What is your reading pleasure ?

I’m an eclectic reader. The genre isn’t as important to me as being swept away by the story I’m reading. My time for “pleasure reading” is so limited that I’m not one who’ll spend time reading a book that doesn’t grab me from the get-go.

If you have any favorite authors , who are they and why ?

I pretty much answered this one above.

What part of the writing process do you love ? What part do you hate?

I hate the editing process (but it is a necessary evil) and coming up with character names and titles. I love “creating” the story and watching it develop (It’s like watching a movie reel inside my head...if that makes sense).

If you could write outside your genre what would that be?

I don’t limit myself to a single genre. My muse’s tastes are as eclectic as my reading habits. I just let her tell the story she wants.

How did you come up with your premise for your books?

Everything is an inspiration for me. A song I heard on the radio led to Crazy For You. Ghost tales and my fascination with the 1940s led to Incredible Dreams. Broken Wings came from an old college project but the story didn’t come together until I’d moved to Nevada and decided to wrap the story in the rich history of the area.

What is scene is easier to write? Hardest?

The easiest scene to write is the opening one. The hardest, the last. Writing “the end” is always bittersweet. It’s great knowing that soon I can share the book with the world, but at the same time, it’s sad to close the book on my characters.

If you could write with anyone who would that be and why?

Honestly, I’m not sure “partnering” with another writer is for someone like me. I am way too much of a control freak. That said, I can think of several writers (both living and deceased) that I’d love to have a conversation with. Serling, Asimov, Sheldon, Robbins, King...too many to name.

What would you like to say to your readers?

Thanks for reading my books! Ooh, and drop me an email if you’re so inclined. I love to hear from my readers.

Where can your fans find you ?

www.SandraWrites.com or email me at: sandra1@sandrawrites.com

Sandra's also giving away a new Kindle 3 and a nice starter library from some great authors at the end of this blog tour. For more info, please check her website.

Followers of the "Incredible Dreams Kindle 3 Giveaway" here are your questions for this stop on the blog tour:

1. In Victorine Lieske's Not What She Seems: Steven Ashton leaves NY on a vacation for his soul. He goes to a small town in what state? -- Find the answer at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003HS5LRO

2. In Debra L. Martin and David W. Small's The Crystal Façade, Who is the Telkur twins' friend? – Find the answer at: http://twoendsofthepen.blogspot.com/

* Please don’t post your answers in the comments section here. Detailed instructions for entering the giveaway are at Sandra’s website: http://www.sandrawrites.com/

Saturday, May 28, 2011

BLB Tour Review Incredible Dreams by Sandra Edwards

Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 290 KB
Print Length: 230 pages
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1453780874
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English

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Amazon Summary:

Incredible Dreams is the story of a modern-day ghost whisperer who travels through time to save the life of a WWII fighter pilot and ends up jeopardizing her own existence.

Izzy Miller prefers to call herself a spiritual therapist because she thinks it makes her sound more professional than plain old ghost-whisperer. She expects her latest project to be quick and easy because exorcising military personnel is pretty routine.

But there's nothing easy or routine about Captain Jack Baker--he's a rather forgetful spirit and somewhat mischievous. And even though he's intrigued by the US Government's latest attempt to remove him from the only place he can ever remember being...he has no intentions of going anywhere.

Plans to exorcise Jack are quickly sidelined when Izzy discovers a portal into the past inside her dreams and sets out to change his fate. Trouble is...when she gets back there, she can't remember anything but her name. She still sees ghosts, but is far less accepting of her gift. And, to make matters worse, a demonic force pretending to be the forgetful heroine's sister has her own plans--to steal Izzy's soul.

Out of all the supernatural beings, ghosts were one that I haven't read too many about, the blurb had gotten my interest peaked but I still was a bit unsure until I started to read. This book and a nice blend of historical and paranormal mixed with a sweet sometimes steamy romance.

Isabelle(Izzy)is a ghost whisper who is hired by the US Military to get rid of a pesky ghost/spirit that refuses to move on.

Jack the spirit wants to know why he died, he doesn't remember much of his life and is hoping Izzy will help him.

What I loved about this book was how the author incorporated time travel and the way she did it. I could be wrong but I know I haven't read a book like this before and it was refreshing. I loved how when Izzy went back in time she had blips of memory of her now time but couldn't figure out why which in some cases was funny, especially some of the phrases she used then had no idea why she said it.

The unexpected moments which I won't talk too much about because I don't want to give anything away but they had my mouth dropped and eyes bugged. I know one thing though I wondered through out the whole book how could they be together?

Would I recommend this book? Yes if you love ghosts, time travel mixed with steamy romance this book is for you.


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.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Hard Day's Knight Tour Guest Post with John Hartness

I would like to thank John Hartness for stopping by with this guest post.

What do I read?
By John G. Hartness

A lot of times when people talk to writers, one of the big questions they have is “what do you read?” I’m sometimes amused at the answers, sometimes baffled, and often surprised. But here’s how I tend to answer that one.

I read a lot of stuff, and lot of different stuff. For the purposes of our conversation here, we’ll stick to “book” books, and ignore the massive amount of graphic novels and comics that I read. We’ll also ignore all the blogs and websites that I consume voraciously, and stick to my “reading,” despite the fact that I read a ton of other media aside from books.

I read a lot in my genre, urban fantasy. Since urban fantasy is so tightly interwoven with paranormal romance, I end up reading a fair amount of that as well. I’m not much of a romantic guy (just ask my long-suffering wife!), but I enjoy a good love story as much as the next dude. Some of my favorites in the genre are Kim Harrison, Faith Hunter, Kalayna Price, Amanda Hocking, and I just got into a new series called The Iron Druid by Kevin Hearne. If you haven’t checked that one out, you owe it to yourself. It’s a great blend of snark and bloodbath, with an Irish Wolfhound as a supporting character. I loved the first one and can’t wait to read the next.

Jim Butcher gets a special mention for being a guy in the often female-dominated urban fantasy world. It comes as no surprise to anyone that’s read any of my books that I’m a big Dresden Files fan. It comes as even less of a surprise that I love some Joss Whedon and Neil Gaiman.

In the epic fantasy world I’m a David Eddings fan from way back, having read The Belgariad and The Mallorean countless times. I’ve probably bought both series at least twice because the paperbacks keep falling apart, and they’re not available in ebooks yet (booo!). I also love Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar series, and have a whole shelf in my office full of her books. On the indie side, David Dalglish has crafted an incredible world in his Half-Orc series, definitely worthy of a mention.

I’ve read my fair share of vampire books, from Anne Rice to Laurell K. Hamilton to J.R. Rain, and love them all. I try not to read vampire books when I’m working on a vampire book, just because I hate feeling like I’m stealing mythology. I think I’ve managed to swipe enough different pieces of different mythos to make the world my own, but we’re all stealing from somewhere at this point.

I also enjoy thrillers, horror novels and action books. Some of my other favorites include Vince Flynn, Scott Nicholson, Blake Crouch and Dale Brown.

To go completely off the genre fiction reservation, every book Pat Conroy releases is on my “buy immediately” list. He’s my favorite writer, hands down, and his Prince of Tides still stands as one of my Desert Island Books. Other literary fiction folks that I enjoy are Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Margaret Atwood and John Irving. So that’s the kind of stuff I read when I get the chance, and my Kindle stays with me at all times, so I can always find some time to read!

In the first volume of The Black Knight Chronicles, detectives Jimmy Black and Greg Knightwood investigate a series of mysterious disappearances with the help of the friend, Father Mike. The investigation is hampered by interference from the police, a dozen marauding zombies, a middle-aged necromancer, and the fact that our heroes can only look for clues by night. Because they're vampires. Vampire detectives kicking zombie butt all over town, what could be better?

About The Author:

John G. Hartness is a recovering theatre geek who likes loud music, fried pickles and cold beer. He’s been published or accepted online in several journals including The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, cc&d, Deuce Coupe and Truckin’.

His first novel, The Chosen, is an urban fantasy about saving the world, snotty archangels, gambling, tattooed street preachers, immortals with family issues, bar brawls and the consequences of our decisions.

He followed up The Chosen with Hard Day’s Knight, a new twist on the vampire detective novel and the first in a planned series of at least five books. The second book of The Black Knight Chronicles, Back in Black, landed in March 2011 and has enjoyed immediate success.
John has been called “the Kevin Smith of Charlotte,” and fans of Joss Whedon and Jim Butcher should enjoy his snarky slant on the fantasy genre. His next novel, Knight Moves (Black Knight Chronicles Vol. 3) is due out in the summer of 2011.

He can be found online at www.johnhartness.com and spends too much time on Twitter, especially after a few drinks.

Don't forget to stop at all the stops of the tour for your chance to win to be a bad guy in one of his books. Next Stop Adventures of The Cautionary Tale http://adventuresofthecautionarytale.blogspot.com

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Hedgeland tour Guest Post by Ann Nyland

The Kiste.

Hedgeland revolves around the object known as the Kiste - pronounced

kist (as in kissed) + e (e as in He). In Hedgeland it is a device for time travel

but in history it was a sacred object in the Eleusinian Mysteries of ancient

Greece. The terms of Cardiwen's world likewise come from the little we do

know of the Eleusinian Mysteries, for the rites and secrets of the Mysteries

have been kept even to today.

Basically, the Mysteries were all about Persephone, the daughter of

Demeter who was the goddess of human cultivation of nature. One day while

Persephone was out picking flowers she was abducted by the god Hades, the

ruler of the underworld. Demeter had no idea where her daughter was, and

searched for her for nine days. Finally she was horrified to learn that Hades

had taken Persephone to the Underworld as his bride, and all this with the

consent of Persephone's father Zeus.

Demeter was so heartbroken by the betrayal that she left the gods and

went to live with humans in a place called Eleusis. For a whole year she

would not allow any crops to grow on earth. Finally Zeus sent the messenger

god Hermes to order Hades to let Persephone go, but Hades was madly in

love with her. Before she left, Hades gave her some pomegranate seeds to


Demeter and Persephone were reunited at Eleusis but Demeter soon

discovered that Persephone had eaten something in the Underworld, which

meant she had to return there for a few months of the year. And so the story

goes, the earth blooms with flowers when Demeter is above the ground, but

the earth is barren when she returns to her lover Hades.

The Kiste, so important in Hedgeland, was one of the sacred objects

in the Eleusinian Mysteries. In ancient Greece, there was a festival of the

Greater Mysteries which lasted for ten days in September.

The first part of the festival was the bringing of the sacred objects

from Eleusis to a temple at the base of the Acropolis. After the procession,

the initiates entered the Telesterion, a large pillared hall. In the center of

the Telesterion was the Anaktoron. Only the hierophants could enter the

Anaktoron. Before the initiates could enter the Telesterion, they had to

chant, "I have fasted; I have drunk the Kykeon; I have taken the Kiste, and

after working it I have put it back in the open basket."

We do know that the Kykeon was a fermented barley and herb-based

drink used as a base for potions by sorcerers, and that the initiates chanted

after drinking it. No one knows anything else about the rites, as the penalty

for divulging them was death, which was a bit off-putting. The elements of the

Rites were called the "Unrepeatables." To this day, we have no idea of what


Hedgeland, an urban fantasy of time travel. Dr April Neuland, a Professor of Ancient
Languages turned non-fiction writer, has been plagued by dreams all her life, dreams
of her past life in the Otherworld. Meanwhile, in a parallel dimension of April's
past and Caridwen's future, Worthing, a Future History Professor, has allied with
the Military to access Future Internet communications and use new technology
to influence April to write an ebook novel revealing where she, in her past life as
Caridwen, hid the Kiste, a device to travel through time and space. Hedgeland weaves
all three time/space frames: Caridwen, Worthing, and April. Hedgeland is the first in
the Hedgecraft Sequence, but is a fully self contained novel with no cliff hangers.

Author Dr Ann Nyland was on Faculty at the University of New England, Australia.
She is a grammar pedant, ancient languages translator, and best selling non-fiction
author of such books as The Complete Books of Enoch; Angels, Archangels and Angel
Categories: What the Ancients Said; The Book of Jubilees; A Devil of a Job to Find
Satan in the Bible, among others.

Author Dr Ann Nyland was on Faculty at the University of New England, Australia. She is a grammar pedant, ancient languages translator, and best selling non-fiction author of such books as The Complete Books of Enoch; Angels, Archangels and Angel Categories: What the Ancients Said; The Book of Jubilees; A Devil of a Job to Find Satan in the Bible, among others. Hedgeland is her first novel.

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