Gypsy Freak(All The Pretty Monsters Book 2) By Kristy Cunning!

Synopsis

What’s it like to be a monster in a town full of monsters, who don’t know you’re a monster?

Complicated and a little scary, but doable.

What’s it like to be the girl who can’t die…that everyone seems to always want to kill?

Frustrating as hell.

What’s it like to accidentally raise psychotic alpha vampire everyone fears, who drops a lot of bodies on his first day out as a ‘gift’ for your troubles?

Terrifying, if I’m being honest.

What’s it like when that crazed vampire tells you he wants you to be the happy little intermission, during an ongoing ancient story, and expects you to use your vagina to draw in a werewolf alpha, a Van Helsing alpha, and a sexual deviant alpha, so he can have his old friends back?

That’s when a girl has to stop, look around, and question her life choices.

I really don’t know how this stuff keeps happening to me. Life was simpler when it was just me accidentally blowing myself up while trying to create potions and shampoo.

I’ve lived my life in such secrecy that I’ve spent most of it lonely. So lonely, in fact, that my best friend is a delusional ghost. I’d rather focus on her than all the crazy things happening in my life at current. Ever since coming to this town, I’ve had my throat slit by vampires, attracted way too much attention from some powerful alphas, and did a lot of regrettably stupid things because…I’m too gullible for shady monsters.

To them, I’m the fool.

To them, I’m the naive girl in over my head.

To them, I’m the pawn on a worn chessboard, while the seasoned players knock me around.

Meanwhile, I’m still left to figure it all out on my own, because, just like me, no one wants to share their secrets.

My Thoughts 💭

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I am loving this series! I love Violet and how she’s winning over the alphas and omegas! I liked how there was finally a little background on why the alphas weren’t on very good terms in the first place! I’m still on the fence about Arion’s feelings for Violet he seems like such a jerk and then he’s sort of nice! I don’t like how Violet’s mother left her nothing to go by so she’s getting information accidentally and not because the guys actually answer any of her questions. I can’t wait for the next book and hopefully get more info about Violet’s family.

•ARC Review• Demon’s Mercy by Rebecca Zanetti!

Source: Net Galley

Release Date: January 22, 2019

Synopsis

Duty meets desire . . .

 

Mercy O’Malley hates killing people. So when she’s assigned to take out Vampire-Demon Logan Kyllwood, she lures him to a seedy bar in Scotland, then decides to kidnap him instead. How can she cold-bloodedly end all that heat, those green eyes, that ripped body?

 

Unfortunately for Mercy, attempted murder and kidnapping are just foreplay for the Kyllwood brothers. Logan may be the youngest of the bunch, but death and violence are already a way of life.  Now he’s ready to complete a painful, terrifying ritual to become one of the Seven, dedicated to protecting this world from the most dangerous evil it’s ever known. But first he has to deal with a blackmailing Fey, a ransom demand and his own pounding need for the last female he ever should have fallen for . . .

My Thoughts 💭

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I absolutely love this series and I was so excited I was approved for an ARC! Once I started reading I was hooked! The action was awesome and the chemistry between Logan and Mercy was hot! Mercy is this cute Fae who takes no mess. Logan is a totally alpha male soldier but has a sweet side. They were a good fit. I enjoyed when Mercy would not just do what Logan said she has her own mind and didn’t have any problems telling him when to shove it lol! I can’t wait to read the next one!

*Received ARC from NetGalley💙

Cover Reveal: A Cursed Moon by Cecy Robson

A CURSED MOON

by Cecy Robson
Weird Girls, #2.5
Publication Date: January 30, 2019
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy, Romance

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SYNOPSIS

Meet the furry big brother that the Wird sisters never had…

Bren is a cocky, brash hound of a werewolf who loathes the idea of belonging to Aric’s pack—much less finding a mate. But Bren’s hotheaded behavior lands him in the doghouse when he defies Aric’s authority in front of his pack, bringing up a sore subject that’s bound to make the Alpha wolf’s blood boil…

Luckily for him, no one can stay mad at Bren and his wild charm for long. And when some frightening ghosts launch a hostile paranormal takeover, Bren will team up with Celia to take down the evil ghouls before they hurt someone they both love…

EXCLUSIVE REVEAL EXCERPT

“Damn it, Bren—wake up!”

“Hmmph?” Someone with a death wish was shaking me. You don’t disturb a werewolf’s sleep; that’s just common fucking sense. The breeze shot through the cracked opened window, bringing a strong whiff of Tahoe’s magic. I grinned and inhaled. That shit was better than witch ganja, and it lulled me back to sleep.

But then Dan flipped on the leg lamp on my nightstand and opened his yap again. “Wake up, I mean it.”

“Grrrrr.”

“You can take that werewolf shit and shove it up your ass.”

That made me chuckle into my pillow. Dan swearing was damn funnier than Elmo dropping the “F” bomb. He shook me again, this time harder. I flipped over and tried to get comfortable.

“For crying out loud, put some pants on! I don’t need to see your . . . stuff.”

“It’s my goddamn room. I can sleep naked if I want. And what the hell do you mean by ‘stuff’? What are you, ten?”

Dan ignored me. “Bren, your stupid one-night stand stole all our food, our DVDs, and our laundry detergent.”

I half-opened one eye. “Wendy wouldn’t do anything like that.”

“Her name was Natasha.”

“You sure?”

“That’s the name she wrote all over my bathroom with her lipstick.”

I sat abruptly, suddenly panicked. “She didn’t take my porn, did she?”

Dan’s jaw slacked. “Is that all you care about, that she took your porn?”

“No. For shit’s sake I’m hungrier than hell. How are you going to fix me breakfast without any food?”

Dan threw his hands in the air, in that same exaggerated way he always did when I pushed him to his breaking point. He kicked my dirty clothes on the floor and paced like an expectant dad. “You have the audacity to think I’d actually cook you breakfast—after what your one-nighter did?”

I scratched my beard. Damn, I needed a trim. “Well, yeah. It’s your job around here, you’re the woman. You’re supposed to cook, clean, and pay most of the bills. My job is to keep your ass safe from humans, vamps, weres, witches, little old ladies, and pretty much anything else you’re afraid of. It’s part of our deal, along with me getting you laid.”

Dan stomped to the side of my bed, stumbling over a pair of my old jeans. “First of all, it was just that one little old lady. I may be human, but I’m pretty sure she was some kind of spirit―especially given the amount of supernatural activity around here lately. Secondly, I don’t need help getting laid.”

I stared at my beanpole roommate. His messy curly hair hung over his thick black-framed glasses, and he tripped over air on a regular basis. Jesus. There were Girl Scouts more muscular and agile than him. “Yes, you do, Dan.”

“I’ve gotten laid a lot lately, all without your help.”

“Ugly girls don’t count, man.”

“Celia’s not ugly.”

I laughed and yanked at my overgrown hair. Damn, I needed a cut, too. But unlike Dan, I did grunge well. “Celia was more than eight years ago.” I chuckled again. Talk about a mercy lay.

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s so funny?”

“I still can’t believe you were her first. How’d you talk her into it? Did you promise to tutor her in chemistry or something?”

Dan’s entire face reddened, making him look more like a tomato than a walking piece of broccoli. “Whatever, Bren. I’ll prove to you I can get laid.”

“Sure, sure, you can get laid. Don’t get your thong in a bunch.”

Dan stamped his foot. Shit, I only thought girls did that.

“I mean it, Bren. I have to work late at the lab tonight, but I’ll meet you at eleven at the Watering Hole. I’m going to get a girl so hot your head will spin.”

I yawned. “Sure you will, buddy.”

“Fine. If you don’t believe me, how about we bet on it?”

“Dan, you don’t want to bet me on something like that. You’ll only lose and embarrass yourself.”

“You’re just afraid. I thought you were a wolf, not a chicken.”

My brows furrowed and I snarled. “Did you just call me a chicken?” This time it was Dan’s turn to laugh. I could be pretty damn intimidating, but he knew I’d never hurt him. He was a mothering pain in the ass, but also the best friend I’d ever had.

“You heard me, clucky.”

A slow grin eased across my face. “All right then, name the terms.”

“The loser has to clean and cook for the rest of the year . . .”

“Is that the best you can come up with? Oooh, I’m real scared now.”

“. . . wearing a French maid outfit, regardless of who’s in the apartment.”

My grin widened. The little turd had some balls after all. “You’re on.” I held out my hand. He refused to shake it until after I showered.

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ABOUT CECY ROBSON

Cecy Robson is an author of contemporary and new adult romance, young adult adventure, and award-winning urban fantasy. A double-nominated RITA® Finalist, Winner of the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, and published author of more than twenty titles, you can typically find Cecy on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.

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Origins (The Grimm Cases) by Lyla Oweds!

Source: Kindle Unlimited

Synopsis

The things I see aren’t for the faint of heart.

And I am no longer willing to ignore them. Not even when my family, and my best friend, tell me to keep quiet about what’s happening. They say people will think I’m crazy.

Maybe I am.

But the spirit haunting my professor’s house is definitely trying to tell me something, and I’m the only one who can see it.

The one person who can help me is my best friend’s brother. But I don’t know if I can trust him or his friends. Or if I can step outside the protective bubble I’ve built around myself.

At this point it’s a toss up: the ghosts will kill me or my panic attacks will.

Either way, I figure I’m going to die.

My thoughts 💭

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I really enjoyed this book. Everyone in Bianca’s life has been controlling her and making her think she’s crazy until she meets her “best friend’s” brother Damien and his friends. Finn has been playing Bianca for years and I want to know his end game. Was he experimenting on her or something?!? She saved him when they were young and that’s the thanks she gets. Finn and her parents making her completely dependent on them and even monitoring her internet usage! I definitely need to know what’s going to happen or what will be uncovered next!

Cover Reveal: Portal Through The Veil by Miranda Lynn

Title: Portal Through The Veil 
Author: Miranda Lynn 
Genre: YA Fantasy 


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An heir, set to rule over all of Faery, on one condition- that she marry and take a King to rule at her side. Her father is determined to see her wed to a prince of his choosing, however, Tatianna has other plans. Plans that don’t involve tying the knot. What this princess didn’t anticipate, was the unexpected guest to what was, essentially, her engagement festival.

Kallan, prince of the dark court- was not only unexpected, but uninvited. He knew it would be a risk to show up. Not only was he a dark fae, but a human as well. It would all be worth it though to see her again. When light meets dark- and two worlds collide- secrets, lies and betrayals are exposed.

Luckily, fate, magic and a bit of divine intervention will help to bring balance back to the land of Faery. No matter the cost.





Time Travel and Paranormal Romance author. Her Destiny series takes you on a roller coaster ride through time with sexy Highlanders and sassy female heroines. If shifters are your kryptonite then check out her Black Mountain Pack series which throws a twist on the traditional shifter lore.
Miranda is a mother to two teenage boys who are sure they know it all, a 75lb lapdog, and a 15lb foot warmer. She is thankful her husband doesn’t mind the extra voices in her head. 
Miranda is an only child who grew up on a dairy farm in Illinois which left her plenty of time to make up stories in her head for entertainment. She currently resides in Tennessee where she wonders if Mother Nature will ever stop with the hormonal mood swings. She fuels herself with coffee, chocolate, and wine.





Mated To The Capo by Georgette St. Clair

synopsis

After an epically bad blind date, and far too much tequila, waitress/bike messanger Zoey Eastgate swore off men forever and got a tattoo that says ‘love bites’. Maybe she shouldn’t have tempted fate. Because now love, in the form of a very powerful Mafia wolf, has bitten her right on the ass, on a full moon. And according to the Blood Oath Pack, the “moon-bite” means she is now the mate of Dominic Lombardi.

Now her new “husband” is appearing everywhere – no matter how far she runs and no matter how well she hides. He’s crowding her world, refusing to take no for an answer, letting her know that on the next full moon, she’ll be his bride. If only her body didn’t respond so strongly to the Capo of the most corrupt mob pack on the west coast. If only he didn’t threaten her family and her livelihood one minute – and then serenade her with sexy Italian love songs which she can’t understand a single word of, the next.

If only new dangers weren’t rearing their ugly head and threatening not just Zoey, but all of Encantado, the supernatural sin city she calls home. When dark magic comes too close to home, will she stop running long enough for her wiseguy werewolf to claim his bride – or will she find herself fitted with a cement overcoat, sleeping with the fishes?

My thoughts 💭

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I thought the story was good, it had good characters and I liked the mafia werewolf angle. I wasn’t so fond of Zoey just avoiding Dominic for every little argument. Dominic was kind of closed off but he got better towards the end. They had good chemistry but the back and forth with Zoey avoiding him and wanting nothing to do with him got old for me fast.

Blog Tour: Passion’s Reward by Julie Shelton!



Title: Passion’s Reward 
Author: Julie Shelton 
Genre: BDSM Romance 
Series: The Doms Of Passion Lake #6


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Virginia is for lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs. A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.

Passion’s Reward Blurb
Worst way to meet a guy? Crash into him. Best way to meet two guys? Crash into them. On assignment to write a series of articles about the seamier side of BDSM, Rachel Adams goes to the town of Passion Lake. Pretending to be a submissive in search of a Dom, she literally collides with two of the hottest men she’s ever met. 
Jake Weston and Roman Sanderson have been looking for their lifetime sub for several years, and Rachel Adams is irresistible. When they discover her subterfuge, they are naturally incensed. To teach her a lesson, they insist she turn herself over to them for one month and allow them to give her the full BDSM experience.
Can they convince her that not only is she is a natural submissive, but that she is their natural submissive?


WARNING: The books in this series contain material that could cause spontaneous combustion of both panties and electronic devices. Read at your own risk. You might (okay, honestly? There is no “might” about it—you WILL) need a bucket of ice water and an industrial fan to survive the reading experience. You have been warned.







Hands gripping her hips, he held her still as he speared his tongue between her labia, licking and fluttering his tongue all around her clit. Shuddering and moaning with pleasure, she gave herself up to the pleasure piercing her. She could only imagine the lascivious sight they made. Roman on his knees in front of her, his dark head between her legs, ravaging her pussy with his talented tongue, Jake pressed against her back side, his big hands covering her breasts as he ravaged her neck with his kisses. The two of them making her writhe and moan as they pleasured her beyond her wildest dreams. 
She knew she didn’t have to imagine it. She could see it. All she had to do was open her eyes. But, somehow, she feared that that simple act would break the spell that held her in its grip and destroy the magic of what was happening to her. If she opened her eyes, that would make everything real. Everything she was doing. Everything that was being done to her. It would no longer be a sensual dream. And it would make her somehow responsible for her own participation in…whatever this was. She’d never done anything like this in her life. And she was shocked with how much she wanted to do it now. She didn’t want to be responsible. She wanted the fantasy to continue. So, she kept her eyes closed, unwilling to break the sensual spell that kept her enthralled.
Roman drew his head back, pushing her panties all the way down around her ankles. He tapped his finger against the side of each ankle, a signal for her to step out.
As she did so, Roman stood and Jake stepped back, releasing her into Roman’s arms. He rubbed his face, wet with her juices, against hers before pulling her body tight against his. Seeking her mouth, he pried it open, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. “Sweet,” he murmured against her lips.
Amazingly, the sound of his voice didn’t break the spell, merely added to it. She let out a tiny whimper. It occurred to some distant part of her mind that if she wanted to put an end to this, she’d better do it now, before it was too late. But she had no intention of putting an end to this. She was enjoying his kisses way too much. Kisses that had her squirming and moaning with pleasure. Kisses she found so arousing, hot cream continually gushed out between legs. She’d never been this wet before.
He lifted his head slightly before lowering it again, to place a drugging, open-mouthed kiss against her lips.
“So.” Kiss.
“Fucking.” Kiss.
“Sweet.” Kiss, his mouth lingering on hers before moving off to graze along the curve of her cheek.
Breath held, heart hammering in her breast, Rachel waited, desperate to see where those lips would venture next.
Roman’s hand slid up her back to grasp the back of her head, fisting her hair and using it to tilt her face upward, a move which allowed his lips to go on a journey down her throat, stopping in the tiny hollow at the base of her throat. He licked the sweet indentation, feeling the frantic beating of her heart against his tongue, before gliding back up and swooping in to claim her mouth in another heart-stopping kiss. A kiss that sent arousal surging through her in a wave of surrender that swept away all reason.











From fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 75, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, (Seriously. What can you do with a B.A. in French?) she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful, 30-year career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resources for early childhood educators.
At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist (until she realized that paleontologists spend much of their lives camping), Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, and an actress. Now, at age 76, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.
Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams just never die.


Twitter: @JulieCShelton