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The Dark Ones 

Release Date: Sept 20, 2015

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To touch a Dark One is death. 

To talk to an immortal is suicide. 

Yet, I've been marked by both. 

A Vampire. 

And the King of the immortals. 

My life is no longer my own. 

And now I know the truth, my life was never mine to begin with. 

It was theirs. 

It's always been theirs.

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ABOUT RACHEL VAN DYKEN:

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today 

Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you 

can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The 

Bachelor. 

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! 

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"Ethan, a word?" Alex stood.

"Sure." Ethan kissed the top of my head and left the room while Mason started rummaging 

around the kitchen; pots and pans clanged together, and then he pulled out a giant piece of 

steak.

"I hope that's not for me." I pointed.

"Protein…" He threw the steak into the pan. "…feeds the blood, which feeds the mate, which, in 

turn, feeds you."

"You gonna start singing Circle of Life?" I joked.

"Circle of life?" he repeated.

"Lion King?"

"Cassius is king."

I looked helplessly to Stephanie, who was trying to hide her smile behind her hand.

"Have you seriously never watched Lion King?"

"Werewolves are scared of TV," Stephanie said with a soft laugh.

"And sirens are afraid of the dark," he fired back, while she shuddered. "I'm not afraid of the TV. 

I just don't see the point in sitting in front of a flat box and watching people make fools of 

themselves."

"He'd rather be the fool." Stephanie nodded and winked in my direction.

"Mason…" I walked over to him and put my head on his shoulder. "How about I eat the steak 

and we watch Lion King?"

"No."

"Dances with Wolves?"

Stephanie snickered loudly behind her hand.

"Wolves do not dance," Mason growled.

"Oh, we know." Stephanie nodded. "I've seen it once. Don't care to see it again."

"Too much whiskey." Mason kissed the top of my head. "Eat the whole steak, and then we'll talk 

about King Lion."

"Lion King."

"Same thing."

I sighed helplessly and went to sit at the table while Mason cooked.

Stephanie gave me a side hug. "Eight tomorrow morning, alright?"

"Great."

"Bed." She shrugged. "It's been a long night." Her eyes misted again.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." Her voice cracked. "Like Alex said, we get emotional. Can't help it."

It felt like she was lying, but I was human, how would I know? I nodded and turned my attention 

back to Mason, who'd started searing the steak.

"So you cook meat but refuse to eat it?"

"I'm a vegetarian." He smiled. I'd never realized how pointy his teeth were on the sides. Maybe 

that's how he'd been able to bite into me before Ethan had mated with me.

"Your teeth say otherwise." I pointed. "Flat means vegetarian. Pointy means carnivore."

Mason rolled his eyes. "I didn't say it was natural for me to be a vegetarian."

"Okay… so why?"

He let out a heavy sigh. "Meat made my mate sick… for one reason or another. It gave her 

headaches. She only ate fruits, vegetables, nuts." He flipped the steak. "So I learned to like 

other foods."

"And now?"

He went very quiet, his eyes focusing in on the steak. "Now…" His voice was hoarse. "I honor 

her with my every meal."

My throat clogged with emotion.

The fact that he honored her at all — but with every single meal — killed me. How did he 

survive that? How did he live every day having known true love? And know he may never 

experience it again — living forever?

"Don't pity me." Mason let out a gruff growl. "It makes it harder."

"Sorry," I whispered. "So pinecones, huh?"

He laughed. "Yes, well, it's an acquired taste."

"I bet."

My heart picked up speed, and then I smelled him. Ethan entered the room, briskly walking by 

me, kissing my head. "Steak almost done?"

"I'm a perfectionist." Mason held up his hands. "Let the juices seal."

Ethan scrunched up his nose. "Her blood tastes better than that steak."

"Yes, well, her blood tastes good because she's living. She's living because I feed her."

"Werewolf has a point," I teased. "Besides, if I eat my whole steak, we're going to watch Lion 

King!"

"Whose king?" Ethan tilted his head. "What lion? Mason's a wolf."

And that's how I ended up spending my evening between a vampire and a werewolf, eating 

steak and watching a Disney movie while they argued over the animal kingdom, not to mention 

the lion's choice in song.

It felt right.

Like I'd finally found my place.

My home.

I had no idea that the security I felt was about to get ripped from me, from the very people I'd 

put my trust in.

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At first, the word that comes to mind is "chaotic". There was so much going on and I wasn't understanding anything. Then I realized, duh, I understand what Genesis understands, as we're looking at most of this through her eyes and living the moment with her. Obviously we know nothing, since we've been lied to our whole lives... but, why?

This book was fast, intense, intriguing, and I must say, pretty hot!! Ethan and Cassius and Mason? Yes, please!! 

The Lion King scene? adorkable and funny! I love, love, love Mason. He makes a great were-friend to Genesis. He's kind of fatherly to her, its so cute! 

There were a lot of things I did NOT see coming and I think RVD has a fantastic imagination. I'm not sure if this is her first PNR, but she friggen nailed it, then slapped it in the arse, and made it her bitch 

I give this a 4.5 green-eyed stars

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Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

Date of Publication: September 22, 2015

 

 Synopsis

I'm the guy you love to hate.

In every story in my life, I seem to end up playing the villain—and I've got the scars to prove it.

That role works fine for me, because I'm sure as hell not anyone's hero. I run my life and my empire with an iron fist—until she knocks my tightly controlled world off its axis.

She's nobody's damsel in distress, but I can't help but want to save her anyway.

I guess we're about to find out if there's a hero buried … beneath these scars.

 

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Chapter 1

Lucas

SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY EYES as I bounced on the balls of my feet. Someone had to be calling out how much time was left in this round soon. My pride was on the line, and there was no way I would hand it over to Con Leahy. He'd already gotten the girl, and I wasn't about to let him humiliate me in the ring in this piece-of-shit New Orleans gym too.
My muscles burned, but that was nothing compared to the heat of victory—or the sting of defeat. What had started out as a boxing lesson had quickly transformed into an all-out brawl for dominance and respect.
Only you would pay a million dollars to get your ass kicked, Titan. The voice in my head mocked me as I bobbed and weaved. But I hadn't paid a million to get my ass kicked. I'd done it because that night at the charity auction I'd been drunk, pissed off, and determined to prove a point—he might've gotten the girl, but I was still the one with the power. I got a sick sense of satisfaction that every time Con bought something for his gym and these kids, he had to think of me.
I swung with another right hook. The blow connected with Con's jaw and snapped his head to the side.
Yeah. That's right. But my mental cheer came a moment too soon, and pain exploded in my left side.
Shit, that's going to hurt tomorrow.
I stumbled back but threw myself forward again, shooting out my fist with an uppercut that knocked Con back a step. This was how it had gone for the last several minutes—trading punches and circling each other.
There was no love lost in this ring, that was for damn sure, and I was ready for this to be over. I would walk out of here with every bit of the respect I was owed. Fuck anyone who thought otherwise.
Con moved toward me and the circling started again. The cheers and chants from the crowd surrounding the ring in the old warehouse gym seemed to grow every time I glanced beyond the ropes. A flash of blond hair caught my eye as I stepped left and Con shifted to the right.
Vanessa.
She threw her head back and laughed at something said by her redheaded friend, Elle. I turned my attention back to the man in front of me, but my focus wandered again when a huskier, sexier laugh echoed through the room.
My eyes strayed from Con for a second too long as I tried to track down the source of the laughter. Pain burst through my jaw, catching me by surprise, and I stumbled back into the ropes. Using their momentum, I shoved off to the side, my pride stinging from my momentary lapse in concentration. Embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off, I surged forward and attacked.
One punch. That was all I landed before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and my very expensive "lesson."
I pushed off Con, and my knee might have slipped as I stepped back . . . and caught him directly in the balls. It was probably an accident. I huffed out a chuckle, but Con didn't share my humor.
"Goddamn it!" he roared. "Are you fucking serious?"
It was like stabbing a bull with a matador's sword, but I was ready for him. I jumped out of the way as Con charged, and shifted into a defensive stance when he swung.
"Should've expected a cheap shot from you, motherfucker." Unrestrained anger flashed over his face as every shred of coaching mentality fled, along with that smug superiority he'd been giving me.
Good. You aren't better than me, Leahy. I could buy and sell you a hundred times over.
He might've gotten the girl, but I wasn't going to let him get away with her clean. I wanted blood.
"Should've expected you to strut around this ring like a fucking cock of the walk," I shot back.
Con feinted and swung again, but I'd been studying his movements. I bobbed and weaved, and got the hell out of the way.
I threw my own punch as soon as I had a clean shot. It landed just below Con's left eye, splitting the skin over his cheekbone and sending blood spattering everywhere.
The taste of victory was sweet. "First blood," I said under my breath.
Apparently my words weren't quiet enough because Con's head snapped up and he glared at me with disgust, as if I needed to be put down like a rabid animal. "This ain't a fuckin' duel, you piece of shit."
"It sure isn't a friendly competition either."
"Paid a million to get that cheap shot in, didn't you?"
My lips twisted into a mocking smile. "I sure didn't pay a million to have you show me up."
Con dropped his hands and shook his head. "Just when I thought you weren't a complete fucking asshole."
"You were wrong," I replied, turning for the ropes.
Con's fists lifted and before I could react, one connected with my cheekbone. The instantaneous gush of blood told me I'd have a scar to match his, but it didn't matter. One more scar wouldn't hurt my banged-up face.
I roared as I charged, but I didn't get the chance to retaliate. Shouts filled the room, and beefy arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.
"You're not half bad when you're not being a shady rich prick," Lord's voice said in my ear.
I lunged toward Con, but Lord's grip only tightened. "Get your goddamn hands off me," I growled at him.
Leaning closer to my ear, he lowered his voice. "When you calm the hell down and realize you're making an ass of yourself in front of a bunch of kids and women."
I glanced out to the crowd and read disgust on so many faces, including Vanessa's. Like it mattered what a single goddamn person in this gym thought of me. I could buy and sell them all.
Lord was still holding me back when Con came toward us. He yanked his gloves off and wiped at the blood still dripping from the gash on his face.
"You're also not half bad when you're paying attention—and when you're not throwing a knee into my nuts. But I think you've overstayed your welcome."
I jerked at the arms trapping me. "Call off your dog, and I'm gone."
"You ever want another round, it's gonna cost you two million next time," Con said.
"For another chance to make you bleed? I'd pay even more."
Con nodded to his brother, and Lord let me go. The crowd had already started to disperse. The only person in the building who probably didn't want to run me down in the parking lot was my COO, and arguably my friend, Ryder Colson. And he was nowhere to be seen.
Instead of Colson, I saw a group of women moving toward the door—Vanessa Frost in her white cotton dress, Elle Snyder in her yellow retro number, and two others I didn't know. One looked familiar with tanned skin the color of honey, her hair in dark waves, and a curvy body displayed by a funky teal dress with hot-pink polka dots. She hooked her hands on her hips, and that husky laugh echoed through the room again. Apparently she was the one who had distracted me in the ring. My eyes didn't move from her to take in the fourth woman.
Colson came up beside me. "Who knew there'd be so many hot pieces of ass in this shit warehouse?"
I turned toward him. "Give any of them a shot, and you'll probably find yourself bleeding on the floor."
Ryder shrugged off my comment. "Go get your shit. I'll wait."
He was gone before I could tell him he didn't need to wait around for me. But then again, he was my only ally in a building full of people who undoubtedly would have preferred to see me KO'd on the floor of the ring. Just one more place I'd never be welcome.
Good thing I didn't give a fuck.
I'd showed up, gone toe-to-toe with Con, and had taken back a piece of my pride. That was enough.
For today.
I was already thinking of hiring a trainer as I went for my bag.

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Reviews Wrong Number, Right Guy [The Bourbon Street Boys #1] by Elle Casey

Title: Wrong Number, Right Guy

Author: Elle Casey

Series: The Bourbon Street Boys

Release Date: September 22nd 2015

Synopsis

When a mysterious text message summons May Wexler to a biker bar in downtown New Orleans, she knows something is very wrong. Her sister has sent out an SOS, but when May gets there, she’s nowhere to be found and May is the one in trouble—she’s wearing pink espadrilles, she’s got a Chihuahua in her purse, and she’s in the middle of a shootout.

After tall, muscular Ozzie comes to her rescue, May has no choice but to follow him to safety. At the headquarters of his private security firm, the Bourbon Street Boys, she finds a refuge for the night—and the offer of a job. But it’s not long before a gun-toting stalker isn’t the only complication in May’s life: the more time she spends with Ozzie, the less she can deny that they’ve got some serious chemistry. A wrong number got her into this mess…Will it also get her the right guy?

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Elle Casey is a prolific, NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling American writer who lives in Southern France with her husband, three kids, and several furry friends. She writes in several genres and publishes an average of one full-length novel per month.

 

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The first thing that caught my eye was the cover. Then the blurb. The magic words were New Orleans. I love reading stories set there. It's from all the Anne Rice and Sherrilyn Kenyon I've read, for sure.

Our heroine, May, goes to the rescue when she receives a text message from her sister. It sounds weird, but May shrugs it off, due to her sister's life being harder, what with her husband turning out to be a bastard and all. She lives in the better parts of the city, so ending up in a biker bar, in the dangerous parts is bound to draw attention. And it does.

Now, this book is light and funny. There's not really any heavy subject discussed. Sure, the heroine's kinda immature, at times, but I mostly liked her, because she's funny and awkward.

Ozzie? For the love of everything that is holy, that man is PERFECT! Putting aside the fact that he's big and bad, he's a softie, underneath all that a-hole exterior. He makes you melt and swoon. And fan yourself, at certain scenes *sigh*

Did I like this book? Yes. Would I recommend it? Yes. Will I reread it? Yes. I'm even thinking of getting it in paperback format. Ozzie may have even made it onto my BBF list.

I also decided to rate it 4.5 stars. I received a copy from the author through NetGalley in exchange of my honest review. Thank you. 

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May meets Ozzie after receiving a text she believes is from her sister, but soon finds out that it was sent to the wrong number. What follows is an often funny chain of events. May is a bit whacky and her sense of humor kept me laughing. I adored her relationship with her sister, nieces and nephew. Ozzie initially comes off as very gruff, but what's underneath is a big teddy bear.

I would say this is an insta-love, so if you don't enjoy that, then this may not be the book for you. But if you like a sweet, yet sassy heroine and a gruff, but lovable hero, then this book might just be your cup of tea.

I'm hoping to see more of this crew, as there were a lot of strings left dangling.

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​Freshman Lianne Challice is known to millions of fans as Princess Vindi. But sometimes a silver screen sorceress just wants to hang up her wand, tell her manager to shove it, and become a normal college student. Too bad that’s harder than it looks. 

She’s never lived a normal life. She hasn’t been to school since kindergarten. And getting close to anyone is just too risky — the last boy she kissed sold the story to a British tabloid. 

But she can’t resist trying to get close to Daniel "DJ" Trevi, the hot, broody guy who spins tunes for hockey games in the arena. Something's haunting his dark eyes, and she needs to know more. 

DJ's genius is for expressing the mood of the crowd with a ten second song snippet. With just a click and a fade, he can spread hope, pathos or elation among six thousand screaming fans. 

Too bad his college career is about to experience the same quick fade-out as one of his songs. He can't get close to Lianne, and he can't tell her why. And the fact that she seems to like him at all? Incredible.

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Anything But Broken, Hurricane Creek #1 by Joelle Knox

Title: Anything But Broken

Series: Hurricane Creek

Author: Joelle Knox

Release Date: August 25th 2015

Synopsis

After five years, tragedy brings Hannah Casey back to Hurricane Creek to bury what’s left of her family. She’s flunking out of college, haunted by scandal, and the only person who cares is Sean Whitlow, an irresistible bad boy with a soft spot for her. The problem? He’s her dead sister’s ex.

Sean doesn’t bleed red, he bleeds motor oil. During the week, he struggles to turn his auto repair shop into a profitable business. But when Saturday night rolls around, he’s the reigning stock-car king of the local race track. He doesn’t know how to lose–or how to walk away and leave Hannah alone with her grief.

Between her grades and her wealthy family’s dark secrets, Hannah’s barely holding her life together. And the last thing Sean needs is to get tangled up with another Casey girl. As the attraction between them spins out of control, they’ll either find a love with no limits–or go up in flames.

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Joelle Knox is, in fact, Kit Rocha and Moira Rogers, a.k.a. Donna and Bree, best friends. 

 As Kit Rocha, they wrote the Beyond series, dystopian erotica. As Moira Rogers, they wrote paranormal romance.

  

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Hurricane Creek series

Anything But Broken #1

Anything But Perfect #2

Anything But Tempted #3

I love Kit Rocha. I love the Beyond series. I knew this would be different; they've let us know of that fact.

So, compared to the Beyond series? This is tame. Not bad, just tame. Well, compared to the O'Kane orgies, I guess pretty much everything is tame, hah! I have to admit, though, it was weird reading a book written by Bree & Donna that didn't have all the wild, uninhibited, free-for-all sex. But the story was good; it managed to pull me in, keep me curious.

Because these characters? They're kind of broken. Not beyond repair, but thanks to rich parents that prefer to keep up appearances, rather than care about their kids, our heroine is pretty damaged. She's holding everything inside her; she can't tell anyone anything because - gasp - what would everyone say?

Sean was sweet and caring, though not perfect. But he was a kid and way over his head - not to mention, in the unknown - so he had no idea of Hannah's family's drama and issues. Everyone had something going on, and by sweeping those problems under the rug, some didn't even make it out alive.

I liked these two characters together; I also liked the side characters and I am honestly looking forward to reading more. We already know which couple is up next so, yes please!

3.5 - 4 stars, good start to a series.

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Cover Reveal We Shouldn't And Yet by Stephanie Witter

Title: We Shouldn't and Yet

Author: Stephanie Witter

Series: Standalone

Release Date: November

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What happens when you’re attracted to the wrong person?

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I didn't expect to feel so drawn to my best friend’s father when I first meet him.

It’s unexplainable and most of all, it’s unexpected. He drinks too much, is rough around the edges, and is so obviously into casual sex and nothing more, but there’s just something about him that calls out to me.

I’ve thought my heart was battered beyond repair, but maybe I have been wrong.

 "There was something so sexual, so carnal, so intense in the way Jensen looked at me.’’ 

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She is my son’s best friend and I know he wants more, but I can't help it. Whenever she is around or her name is mentioned I’m turned on. I’m not used to denying myself to feeling so strongly for a woman so young, but she gets me.

I can’t do a damn thing to stop these feelings.

No amount of alcohol helps.

I didn’t think it could be possible to feel so drawn to a woman, but it looks like I have been dead wrong. 

"I want her to want me just as madly as I do her.’’ 

They shouldn’t and yet…
They can’t resist each other.

*Warning! This book is for readers over 18 due to the frequent drop of the f-bomb and explicit sex scenes.

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Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels and PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.

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Review Avelynn by Marissa Campbell

Title: Avelynn

Author: Marissa Campbell

Series: Standalone

Release Date: September 8th 2015

Synopsis

One extraordinary Saxon noblewoman and one fearless Viking warrior find passion and danger in this dazzling and sensuous debut

Marissa Campbell's debut novel is a winning combination of romance, history, and adventure sure to appeal to fans of Diana Gabaldon.

It is 869. For eighteen years, Avelynn, the beautiful and secretly pagan daughter of the Eadlorman of Somerset has lived in an environment of love and acceptance. She hasn't yet found a man to make her heart race, but her father has not pressured her to get married. Until now. With whispers of war threatening their land, her father forces Avelynn into a betrothal with Demas, a man who only covets her wealth and status. The dreaded marriage looming, she turns to her faith, searching for answers in an ancient ritual along the coast, only to find Alrik the Blood-Axe and sixty Viking berserkers have landed.

Alrik is unlike any man she has ever known, strong and intriguing. Likewise, he instantly falls for her beauty and courage. The two stumble into a passionate love affair, but it's more than just a greedy suitor who will try to keep them apart.

As the Saxons and Vikings go to war, Avelynn and Alrik find themselves caught in the throes of fate. Can they be true to their people as well as to each other?

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Marissa Campbell is a published freelance author, and co-author of the award-winning, spiritual self-help book Life: Living in Fulfillment Every Day. Look for her debut historical fiction Avelynn coming fall 2015, from St. Martin’s Press. Currently, hard at work on the second book in the Avelynn series, she is a proud member of the Historical Novel Society, Romance Writers of America, Writer’s Community of Durham Region, and local critique group B7.

When she is not writing, she is busy looking after her wonderful children, spending time with her fantastic husband, hanging out with her awesome friends, teaching yoga, dancing, laughing, and having fun!

 

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This book is more than a simple historical romance. It's so much more than that. It's truly a journey, with accurate historical facts that will make you feel like you're right there. It's realistic.

Our heroine, Avelynn has to be one of the strongest female characters I've read about. She's not a spoiled teen; she's not a weak girl that has no voice or is afraid to say it how it is. She's the exact opposite. She's a young lady that will, one day, rule instead of her father and is being groomed for that. She does have a voice - a really loud one, thank God - and she never fails to express how she feels.

She makes mistakes. She makes bad choices. Don't we all? But she knows that if she won't try, she won't know whether it would work or not. She does everything to fight the life that has been decided for her by her father. She fights everything, tooth and nail, and until she can't stand anymore. But she's still not broken, she's still not defeated.

There was a romance in this story too, one that, I think, is actually more in the background, than at the forefront of the book. The main theme here is the evolution of our heroine. And, judging by the ending, she still has a lot to grow.

4.5 - 5 stars and really looking forward to more.

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