Black Balled (Black Balled #1) by Andrea Smith & Eva LenoirBlurbTwo dominant males, two worthy adversaries, in a business that takes no prisoners, will soon learn that fate refuses to be ignored . . . My name is Troy Babilonia, but I'm best known as Babu, a renowned literary critic with my own online column. I'm followed by thousands! I'm a living god in the literary world. I have no filter, and for that, my flock of humble followers are forever grateful. If it weren't for me, they wouldn't know what to read. I have zero tolerance for the weak-minded attention seekers, nor do I have respect for the self-proclaimed geniuses of the Indie world. My advice to all Indie authors is to never break the cardinal rule in this cut-throat business. Ever. My name is L. Blackburn and I'm an Indie author. My extraordinary genius was loved and worshiped throughout the literary world, until one egocentric critic tried to obliterate my career. It seems I broke some "cardinal rule," and now I'm paying the price for it. But I don't plan on going down without a fight. Sexual Content. M/M - Graphic Sexual Situations Inside ScoopThis book was so popular they are doing a sequel as well as a book based on Lloyd. My ReviewThis book had me laughing throughout and especially at the end. Both asshole main characters deserve each other. Fun was the word in watching them duke it out─over each other. The sex scenes were hot. The writing was descent and I got into the far-fetchness of the story because... the writing swept me away. And the entertainment value of these characters was bar none. The book critic and the Indie writer shenanigans seemed like a hoot to write and the authors must have had a good time with this one. In fact, so much so there is a sequel to the book. (It's a series I can get into with, Lloyd, the scorned ex-lover being the next book.) We're taken to the world of Babu's Book Review where our critic gives reviews for entertainment/ego shock─value. There is no real constructiveness in his reviews (kinna like this one) and goes on to "destroy" our author─hero's book. Oh the humainty! So why does it remind me of DEAD POOL? There is a bit of a broken 4th wall which I did not find too out of place or too disrupting. Every time Larson or Babu talked to the audience, I kept thinking of Ryan Reynolds. This book was a solid 4 for me. Why? The antagonist had to be degraded to solve the "problem" and at the end it felt a little bit like: men are awesome and woman are bad/soft/weak/too insecure to move on without blackmailing/intimidating/humiliating the female. Females are horrible people. It's not my bag to have all around douche bag characters be the problem. However, the far-fetched story, I felt, was entertaining and that's why we read. Because for those of us that have a peaceful existence it can get boring, therefore we need entertainment! Speaking of which, I loved Andrea's bio. Scroll down and take a gander at how she rolls! I Would Recommend this to Fans of:Elevator sex m/m male sexual exploration bisexual preference to men hate to love frienemy lovers Those Who Need to Point and Laugh at Other People to Feel Better About Themselves Author BiosAndrea Smith My name is Andrea Smith. I've been an Indie Author since 2012. I've been known to STUFF my face, STUFF a turkey, STUFF my bra, but I DON'T STUFF my books. What you see on the cover or in the blurb is what you get - pure and simple. I don't pull a BAIT & SWITCH with my readers. I think it is morally and ethically wrong, not to mention against the Terms of Service with KDP. There's nothing worse when purchasing or borrowing a book through KU, to discover the ebook that was presented on the product page, is nothing more than a bait and switch tactic. The titled book is only a fraction of the junk stuffed in to make the unsuspecting reader flip those inflated pages so the author, and other authors who's work is contained therein, can bilk the royalty system at the expense of readers and legitimate authors. Done preaching. Just wanted you to know how I roll. My books stand on their own. You may like them, you may not, but know that they are my own work--not purchased from a ghost, not re-cycled from other authors, not stolen or plagiarized. For better or worse, they are mine in every respect for you to love or to hate. Because that's your right, and I respect the rights of readers. Feel free to visit my website and peruse! http://www.andreasmithauthor.com/ FOLLOW ME ON BOOK BUB: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/andrea-smith FOLLOW ME ON FB: https://www.facebook.com/AndreaSmithAuthor/ Eva LaNoir Eva LeNoir lives in France with her husband, two sons and the entire food chain in pets: From fish to gerbils to cats and a dog. With a full time job that pays the bills, she reserves all of her free time to doing what she loves most: Writing. Eva likes teasing her husband that she should have married a billionaire so she could stay home and write all day. But then he makes her laugh at his silly antics and all dreams of lavish lifestyles evaporate from her mind. A softie at heart, Eva can be seen crying whenever anything emotional is on TV or the radio. Yes, even commercials. So, if ever you meet her, make sure to bring a box of tissues and a good episode of Grey's Anatomy to witness the epic tear fest. There are three things she believes unconditionally: Love really does conquer all, Humans are still inherently good and Wine and Cheese will solve all the problems of the world. ExcerptIf you would like to read an excerpt, click on the button below. It takes you to Andrea's website where there are more buy links and teasers along with a passage in the book. Buy LinksMoon Blood: The First Blood Son, Book 2 by Carol McKibbenBlurbTwo vampires battle against the werewolf nation... Hybrid-wolf “Moon” and her human vampire master, Kane, fight for their lives against a stalking shifter network out to destroy them. Each battle may be their last as vampires and werewolves edge ever closer to war. While Kane and Moon work to unravel the looming threat, more and more questions surface. But one thing is for sure; the real motives behind the werewolves’ plot against them include destroying the vampire race. Only an act of bravery and trust will stop the werewolf species from destroying what Kane and Moon love the most. Vampire teeth flash and wolf claws clash as supernatural beings fight for life, love, and family. Book TrailerInside ScoopCarol is working on book three now and is almost finished. I hear of talks to combine books three and four because they are that closely related. But knowing the author... once the series really gets going cliff hangers are the norm. There will be five books in this series then we might see another character take over in a new series. But we can be sure it all will be written by the perspective of a dog. My ReviewMarked for death. Levity and humor go hand in hand in MB2 (Moon Blood 2). It's the kind of story that gets under your skin and has you believing dogs can talk, vampires can have souls (but not in a sparkly kind of way) and unconditional love is alive and well in the world. A new character, Zandra, is introduced. She's bold, brave and little bit arrogant─a perfect match for Kane. I can see them having many more adventures in more books of the series. Moon, our canine narrator, has cat like responses towards the pairing such as "hacking up a fur ball". But I think Moon will get her just desserts when it comes time for her to find a mate. Gory is prevalent for those who like that kind of story. But something interesting happenes during the battles in this installment as opposed to the Snow Blood series. ***SPOILER ALERT***If you haven't read the SNOW BLOOD series and want to, this section may be a little bit of a spoiler. Skip down to the I WOULD RECOMMEND THIS TO FANS OF section and continue. Or read the SNOW BLOOD series which I highly recommend. Go on... scroll down to the next section. Still here? Great. Carrying on... For instance, in MB2 the fighting is very different from the SB (Snow Blood) series. Since Kane took over the coven the abilities of all the vampires lean towards Kane's abilities. I noticed more shape-shifting in this one. More dragons. More bats. Just as much blood and slightly different tactics because Kane is much different from Brogio. Kane is the thinker. Okay maybe not that kind of thinker but definitely this kind of thinker... James, Kane's valet, would make the most bad-ass vampire. He's in there in the fight with Moon and Kane for most of the fighting and yes, he's human. In the end, Moon Blood 2 leaves us with no cliff hangers but has room for more stories. I can't wait! I Would Recommend This to Fans of:Vampire Series Shifter Series Unique Reads Dog Lovers Blood, Guts & Glory Author BioCarol's love of animals, especially dogs and horses, is obvious in everything she writes. When Carol isn’t feeding her horde of canine rescues, she’s out riding her beloved Friesian on the plains of Texas. Her love of animals leads her to write through a dog's eyes. Carol’s message is clear. "If a dog can love us unconditionally, why can't we do the same with each other?" And, her paranormal stories are often filled with characters that might be the most difficult to love. Carol's writing career began at 14 years of age when she started telling her stories to Labrador Retrievers, Basset Hounds, and any stray that happened by. It wasn't long before people stopped to have a listen as well. Now, Carol writes for people and speaks to large audiences, dogs included. Contact Carol on her website at www.carolmckibben.com or join her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/CarolMckibbenAuthor ExcerptWhile we sat watching the crowd at the bar, I noticed a female gazing seductively at my sire from a table across the patio. My hackles rose. Kane took his glass of wine from the waitress and savored its aroma, twirling it in his hand. I see her. Kane’s voice slid through my mind. Two things struck me about the woman. She resembled Selene with black hair and golden-brown eyes. Her voluptuous body exuded sex. Her sensual mouth curved into a smile when her eyes met Kane’s. Her large-necked sweater slid off one olive-skinned shoulder. A short black leather mini skirt and knee-high black suede boots completed her sultry appearance. Kane, impeccably attired in a dark-blue Boglioli jacket, blue turtleneck, and Brunello Cucinelli jeans, dusted off his Bruno Magli boots. He picked up his expensive glass of wine and sauntered over to the woman’s table. I padded over and around to the gate behind her table and growled at her. Sniffing the air, I took in her aroma. She smelled of forest. Kane sat opposite her, and she glanced over her shoulder at me. “Your companion does not trust my motives.” She turned and eyed my master. “What are your motives?” He leaned his handsome face toward hers and gave her a smoldering, unmistakable look. “Nothing nefarious. You are just the most attractive person here tonight. Can’t a girl dream?” She sipped her wine. “You can do more than dream.” Kane reached across the table and took her hand. “I am Kane de Medici. What is your name?” “I know who you are, Kane. Everyone knows the most eligible bachelor in Tuscany.” “Well, now that we both know my name, perhaps you have one as well?” He smiled, and his dark-brown eyes squinted at the corners slightly. “Zandra Moretti.” “Have you lived here for very long, Zandra, or just passing through?” Kane let go of her hand. “All my life. Tuscan born.” “How have we never met?” Kane sipped his wine, noticed her glass was empty, and called to the waitress. “Another glass of what I’m having, please.” “You are gone often. A world traveler, no?” The waitress brought another glass and set it down in front of Zandra. She took it and sipped it. “This is one of yours, no?” “You appear to know more about me than I do about you. Why don’t we rectify that?” I could hold my silence no longer. Be careful. She isn’t human. Yes, I know that she isn’t what she pretends to be. If she was sent to trap me in some way, I need to let it play out. Zandra sniffed the wine, tasted it, and then drained the glass. “Good wine should be savored, not gulped.” Kane frowned at her. She reached into her black purse, pulled out a small card, and slid it across the table at him. “I’m late for an appointment. Call me.” She rose from her chair slowly, letting Kane’s eyes feast on every curve. “I’m sure you’ll like me once you get to know me.” She strode away, and Kane’s eyes never left her as she disappeared. My sharp bark jarred him back to reality. She’s a shifter, but different than the others. I stood and paced around. Kane finished his wine and responded. It will be fun discovering just exactly what she is. Buy LinksBlurbCan you have love and power at the same time? Politician and billionaire Jonathan Brond has mastered his work, his reputation and the art of sexual domination. But a chance encounter with college student Christiana Snow promises something he didn’t think was possible─meeting someone honest. When the charismatic man proposes a summer of sensual, sexual submission, Christiana leaps into his world—the antidote to her bland life. But Washington, D.C. is an unforgiving place. Soon gossip and scandal threaten their relationship. In a town of players, introducing a new game is the only way out. Who knew love would be the winning plan. Inside ScoopInstead of a book reading I thought... wait─that would be like an audio book snippet and realized I haven't been reviewing the audio books I've listened to. So here's my audio book review! Don't quote me on this, but I believe the ELITE DOMS OF WASHINGTON will have at least five books in the series. Elizabeth has confirmed the fifth book. That's all I can say. As I said... don't quote me. Author BioElizabeth SaFleur is an erotic romance author and dying-to-retire public relations practitioner who writes, tweets and posts under a pseudonym since her business clients might be (would be) shocked at her second career choice. She wrote the Elite Doms of Washington, a contemporary erotic romance series, somewhat inspired by her thirty-year career serving D.C. clients, though her work life didn’t include the smexines or BDSM she features. Today Elizabeth shares twenty-eight, wildlife-filled acres in Central Virginia with her husband and dog, and is sometimes separated from her laptop to indulge in dance classes and local wineries. Elizabeth is a member of the Romance Writers Association and avid reader of all fiction genres. www.ElizabethSaFleur.com My ReviewThis debut novel is something spectacularThe audiobook is equally magnificent. Anastasia Watley creates Elizabeth SaFleur's world with a seductive voice and resonating tone. Listening to LOVELY made me think... this is what Fifty Shades should have been. The Washington theme is prevalent through the book, but it's not about politics. The Romantic Suspense kept me in the car even after I parked in my garage for a good half-hour. BDSM themes entered every sex scene and the explicitness of each touch was felt from my ears down to my toes. Our nineteen-year-old heroine was no virgin and our hero was romantic, intoxicatingly charming and powerful in all the right ways. The story wasn't just fluff. Drama encased every listening minute. Our couple had strife, betrayal, social pressure and high stakes that could drop on them at every turn. All the while it was a story of Christiana & Jonathan against the world. The kind of story you think of when looking for a soul mate. Even if you don't like explict sex, or you can't stand politics right now, it doesn't matter. The story is ultimately about a couple fighting for the right to love each other even though they come from two different worlds. Get swept away in this audiobook, I promise you'll love it! I Recommend This Story to Fans of:Romantic Suspense Couples from Opposite Social Status BDSM themes Explicit Sex Powerful Alpha Rich Dom Innocent Submissive Sexual Exploration Excerpt© Elizabeth SaFleur 2014 Lovely Excerpt(Warning: light spanking/sexual content) The Jefferson Suite had a reputation. Everyone said so. Christiana Snow watched Henrick, the sous-chef, slip a red rose into the silver bud vase on the room service tray she’d been tasked to deliver. “There are some naughty stories about the guests that stay in that suite.” He winked. “Let me take you to dinner, and I’ll tell you all about it." She turned her back on Henrick’s smirk—and his eyes that never seemed to travel farther north than her neck. Since the day Christiana started working at The Oak she’d fought the desire to bend her knees to force his gaze to her face. It would only give him the wrong idea. Instead she threw back two ibuprofens with her milk and then set the glass into a nearby bin of dirty dishes. Gossip made her head hurt. She felt Henrick’s eyes travel her body as she pushed the room service cart into the elevator. "For a reporter's daughter, you aren't very curious,” he called after her. Curiosity wasn’t the issue. The Oak, which stood mere blocks from the White House, attracted politicians and paparazzi—and dozens of men, sporting earbuds attached to wires disappearing into their dark suits, sent to watch them both. It took real concentration to ignore the stories that the hotel’s staff collected like trophies. At least the tips were good at the boutique hotel and restaurant, and the mundane work gave her time to think—or think forward, as her father always said. And that’s what she was going to do—think forward and move forward. She didn’t have time to get wrapped up in other people’s lives and certainly not the pseudo reality of the D.C. politicos. The elevator creaked to a stop. Water sloshed in the silver pitcher as Christiana leaned over the cart to push the slatted metal door aside. A dusty, oil-paint smell greeted her as she started down the hallway, lined with canvases of hunting scenes set in over-sized, gilded frames higher than she was tall and wider than her arms could stretch. Christiana took in a lungful of the stagnant air as she reached the Jefferson Suite’s double doors at the end of the corridor. She knocked and listened for the sound of footsteps. No one came. Her leg danced with impatience. Mrs. DeCord’s order was Christiana’s last task of the day, and she wanted to finish it as fast as possible to rush off to meet Avery, her best friend. Christiana had agreed to be her “date” at some society fundraiser that afternoon. Christiana studied the rich mahogany crown molding, lining the long hallway. Gold brocade wallpaper led her eyes to images of smiling women, draped in gossamer swaths of pastel blue and green fabric. They stared down from their ceiling mural home, their eyes cold and full of secrets. Christiana knocked on the door once more. After no response, she pulled her master key card from her apron pocket and slipped it to the lock slot. The door cracked open but stopped against something on the other side. Through the gap in the door, she saw a man’s shoe lying on its side. She called into the room, “Hello? Room service. Ma’am?” No one answered though muffled voices resonated deeper within. Well, she couldn’t wait. She pushed harder on the door, and the shoe slid aside. The cart’s wheels whispered over the marble entryway floor. She announced herself one more time. No reply. She picked up the man’s dress shoe, an expensive leather smell wafting to her nose. She set it down beside a tufted chair in the hall. A male voice echoed from the bathroom off the suite’s master bedroom. “No, Yvette.” “Please take me. I won’t say a thing.” Mrs. DeCord’s voice reverberated off the tile. “You know our agreement.” Mrs. DeCord whined, “I don’t understand why I wasn’t invited. I’ll show up anyway.” “You won’t do any such thing, Yvette.” He spoke her name like a caress. “Take off your panties.” Christiana’s insides seized at the man’s abrupt change in tone. Maybe she had heard wrong. After a long silence, she urged the cart forward, but the wheels bogged down on the plush carpet in the living area. The voice spoke. “Bend over, put your hands on the counter. Good. Look in the mirror. Eyes on me, Yvette.” Smack! A sharp slap pierced the air, and Christiana jerked backward as if stung. Mrs. DeCord moaned. Was she hurt? Christiana couldn’t break her gaze, eyes glued on the bedroom doors. They weren’t closed completely. They were slightly ajar, a sliver of the interior showing through a small crack. “Open your legs.” The man’s voice, sandpaper and velvet, rooted Christiana in place even though her heart fluttered wildly. “Very nice, baby.” Christiana took a deep breath to steady herself, inhaling musk mixed with the fragrance of lilacs. Something else hung heavy in the air. Mrs. DeCord’s whimpers grew louder. Should she call, so they knew she wasn’t trying to hide her presence? If they saw her, would they realize she had overheard? Should she leave? If she abandoned the lunch, they’d know she’d heard and run away, probably to gossip. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Christiana licked her lips at the man’s chocolate-caramel tone. She tried to place the voice—maybe he was a radio announcer. No, he sounded too sexy and way too dangerous. Slap! Slap! Christiana’s leg bumped into the cart and silverware clanked. Water splashed on the linen, and she stilled, but no new sound came from the bedroom. She couldn’t abandon the lunch in the middle of the living room. She’d just have to be quick. Christiana maneuvered the cart to the small bay window overlooking Pennsylvania Avenue. She set up the silver and lifted the dome on Mrs. DeCord’s salad. “Touch yourself,” the deep, rich voice said. Christiana’s heart punched at her ribs, and she lifted one hand to her breast to still it. Her eyes darted to the doors. She gulped and tried to shake off the sound of the man’s sexy intonation. Christiana tiptoed over to the French doors of the master bedroom and risked a peek into the room. The bed’s comforter wilted over one side of the bed, and sheets bunched in a tight wad at the foot, bulging through the brass rails of the footboard. Pillows lay scattered on the floor. Braided black ropes hung limply from the frame of the headboard. She envisioned a restrained body, spread-eagle and helpless on the bed. Oh, god. A chill broke out across her body. Instinct told her to click the doors shut. She winced at the snick of the door jam. Did they hear her? More whispers escaped from behind the closed doors. She couldn’t make out the words, but the sensual rhythm of his voice rose and fell in a soothing, hypnotic cadence. Christiana’s ears strained for the man’s instructions, for what he wanted Mrs. DeCord to do next. Footsteps brushed across the carpet in the bedroom. The man spoke in rumbling purrs, approaching the bed. She bit her bottom lip when a thought arose about that strange, human scent. Sex. A pang hit between her thighs as an image slipped into place of the faceless man—with that voice—putting his mouth on Mrs. DeCord’s neck. A long wail and an ecstatic groan drifted from inside the bedroom. Christiana stepped back. She needed to leave--now. If caught eavesdropping, even accidentally, she’d be dismissed. She clutched the silver dome to her chest like a shield and slunk to the marble foyer. The man’s smoky voice oozed into the main room as the suite’s front door clacked behind her, a barrier to . . . what? She jogged down the long hallway to the elevator, punched the call button, and tried to steady her breathing as the elevator creaked upward. The man’s voice still reverberated in her chest. Relief coursed through her body, glad she hadn’t run into either of them inside, especially him. One look and he would have guessed she’d heard, had sucked in the air, heavy with sex, and understood. Her imagination settled on Mrs. DeCord pressed into the mattress under a dark, mysterious man. His lips floated over her breast. Christiana shook her head in a vain attempt to stop the image from evolving into the man slipping his hands between the woman’s legs. Christiana hit the button twice more. Come on. She gave up on the antiquated elevator and headed to the stairs. More questions surfaced with each step downward. Did Henrik’s wink mean he knew? Who was Mrs. DeCord hooking up with in the Jefferson Suite? The mystery man had done something carnal to her, something she’d wanted done, though Christiana couldn’t imagine what. Something with ropes and slaps and Lord knows what else. Maybe she should’ve listened when the other waitresses, huddled in the employee break room, tittered about who slipped through the hotel lobby trying not to be noticed. Then again, maybe not. She began to understand why her manager, Brian, had directed staff to drop off the orders and avoid looking around. He had warned, “In the political climate of Washington, D.C., some things are best not to see.” Christiana dislodged her overactive daydreaming and ran to the staff room to gather her things before clocking out. She jumped when her phone rang. “Hey, get here already! I’m guarding your dress in the main ladies room. You know where,” Avery said. “I never wore it, and you seem to like blue.” Avery’s closet enjoyed a regular turnover, as the budding socialite wouldn’t be caught dead photographed in anything twice. Christiana was the grateful recipient of Avery’s generosity. Her hand-me-downs were really more like hand-me-ups for Christiana. She grabbed her purse from her locker. “I’m leaving right now. How come this event is so early?” “Mom said it’d be like happy hour. It’s really so they can all start drinking earlier. Serve anyone interesting today?” “No one special.” She glanced in the small mirror inside the door and smoothed down a few wispy bangs to cover up the two-inch scar on her forehead, now pink from exertion. “Oh, come on. It’s an election year. Everyone wants to be seen.” Christiana laughed. “You sound like my dad.” The silence on the other end signaled Avery wasn’t pleased with the comparison. Another faux pas—something Avery said Christiana was very good at making, like wearing the same dress to a charity event more than once. “Um, do you know Mrs. DeCord?” Christiana asked. “Sure. Former Miss Dallas, married to a high-powered lawyer. Well, at least for now. Women like that go through men like wardrobe changes. Why? What’d she do? Spill it.” “Oh, nothing. She comes in from time to time.” Damn, she shouldn’t have asked. Avery’s natural investigative nature came alive when a fellow socialite’s name arose. “Who was she with today? Not her husband?” Avery’s voice lit up with excitement. “I don’t know what her husband looks like. It was probably him.” Avery snorted. “Yeah, right. No one goes to The Oak with who they’re supposed to be with.” “I’ll take your word for it. Look, I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” Christiana stuffed her phone into her purse and sprinted to the garage. Cars choked Constitution Avenue even on a Saturday. Tourist season had begun in Washington. Families clad in matching t-shirts and people carrying maps and cameras would soon replace D.C.’s full-time residents, who would escape the city for Rehoboth Beach on most muggy summer weekends. She shifted in her seat and adjusted the air conditioning vents to blow directly over her clammy chest. Christiana glanced to the National Mall alongside Constitution Avenue. Stopping at a red light every thirty-five feet never used to bother her. It gave her time to take in the sights. But lately the Washington Monument’s constant pointing to the sky created an unsettling feeling. It only reminded her nothing really changes in D.C. Christiana pulled up to the entrance of the Rosemont Country Club only ten minutes late. Sunlight bounced off the brass plaque on the white brick pillars, the only announcement to the outside world that the elite of Washington gathered at the other end of the dogwood-lined driveway. Members of Congress discussed budget negotiations while golfing and bored wives complained about Neiman Marcus inventory while sunning themselves on the terrace. Avery’s family had held membership here since the club opened in the 1920s. Her great-grandfather was one of the founding members. The Churchill women had spent countless hours flipping from their backs to their fronts by the swimming pool and attending mixers and events in the cool evenings. Avery reveled in the ambience. Butterflies usually took over Christiana’s stomach at the thought of crossing the threshold of the country club though she attempted to raise a little gratitude for Avery’s generosity in letting her tag along. Or drag me along. Christiana handed her keys to the valet, whose traditional red coat was replaced by a ridiculous number in black and pink. Oh, right, today’s event was a fundraiser for breast cancer research. Great, she’d be in blue while everyone else draped themselves in various shades of fuchsia and rose. She hoped no one would notice. She knew everyone would. Even when helping a great cause, Washington feasted on mistakes, and failure to heed dress codes was a major gaffe. It took a lot of time and money—none of which she had—to conform to all the rules of Avery’s world. She shook her head and tried to focus on not tripping up the stairs in her high-heeled sandals. But memories of work today and what she’d overheard at the Jefferson Suite kept replaying in her mind. Stop it. Chris. Think forward. She slipped through the massive oak door. Buy LinksYOU'RE WELCOME! ☺
BlurbKane de Medici, the first blood son of Brogio, the original vampire, saves Moon, a hybrid wolf pup from certain death. The kindred two are soon immersed in a world of corporate espionage, murder and intrigue and forced to fight for their lives. Escaping capture and torture when human predators discover their vampire nature, they exact deadly revenge. While Moon Blood Is loyal to Kane, her sire, she is a strong-willed female with a mind of her own. Readers will enjoy the unique perspective of this tale told through her mind’s eye. Book TrailerInside ScoopThis is the first book of The First Blood Son series with another four to come. It follows in the footsteps of Snow Blood, another series of five books in the same vein. I expect Carol McKibben to write more series through the eyes of a dog (or wolf) with her other vampire characters set in the same world (as this one is). Since Brogio had such a faithful, magnificent canine companion in Snow Blood, I'm sure his other vampire generals will experiment with varying success on companion animals. Author BioCarol's love of animals, especially dogs and horses, is obvious in everything she writes. When Carol isn’t feeding her horde of canine rescues, she’s out riding her beloved Friesian on the plains of Texas. Her love of animals leads her to write through a dog's eyes. Carol’s message is clear. "If a dog can love us unconditionally, why can't we do the same with each other?" And, her paranormal stories are often filled with characters that might be the most difficult to love. Carol's writing career began at 14 years of age when she started telling her stories to Labrador Retrievers, Basset Hounds, and any stray that happened by. It wasn't long before people stopped to have a listen as well. Now, Carol writes for people and speaks to large audiences, dogs included. Contact Carol at http://www.carolmckibben.com or join her at https://www.facebook.com/CarolMckibbenAuthor My ReviewI started with the SNOW BLOOD series so MOON BLOOD was self-explanatory for me. It's a bit of a spoiler actually to read the blurb of MOON BLOOD if you know anything about SNOW BLOOD, but, I'll leave you to notice it... In the spirit of SNOW BLOOD --- THE FIRST BLOOD SON SERIES is told through the eyes of a hybrid-wolf named Moon. She is feisty, curious, highly intelligent and finds Kane intriguing. But danger follows Kane around like an obsessed ex that won't go away. Of course, Moon is drawn into harm in relation to Kane but he saves her. In doing so, he turns her into a vampire, just like her father --- Snow. Together, Kane and Moon make a good team. In the hybrid-wolf, Kane finds a mettle-some, curious child and dispenses the discipline his blood father bestowed to him. If Brogio could see him now... In her vampire master, Moon finds a life meant for her. She was different from her litter mates from the start and being a vampire is more a natural development than it was for Snow. I know the author wanted to take Moon Blood in a different direction than her past series and I think she's done that. Moon is a totally different voice, and a totally different vampire dog. Here are some themes you might be interested to know if this story is for you: Gore and blood will be spilled in this book. There is sex implied but not graphic. No, for the love of Friday's, the dog isn't the one having sex. You're just gross for thinking it. The storytelling is unique. It has a happy ending. It's the first of a new series and a stand-alone however reading the Snow Blood series first will make this story more enjoyable. I Recommend This Story to Fans of:Vampire Series Shifter Series Unique Reads Dog Lovers Blood, Guts & Glory ExcerptThis is an excerpt of Moon Blood: The First Blood Son (Book 1) © 2018 Carol McKibben Episode One – Birth Following Kane de Medici demands stealth. I weave among the midsized shrubs, white cedar hemlock, spruce, and maple trees indigenous to Nova Scotia. Sure-footed steps avoid the rustling of leaves and the crunching of sticks. Sniffing the mild July night air, I catch his spicy scent. I am not naïve. I know his vampire skills sense my presence. I first opened my eyes to his strong face and that scent two years ago. I love my wolf hybrid brothers and sister, my husky sire, Snow Blood, and my wolf mother, Nova, and our pack. We all live with Brogio and Selene and their family, but I imprinted on Kane, my vampire uncle, when I was born. We have a special bond. When he visits every few months, I stop at nothing to be near him. His nightly hunt for animal prey to quench his bloodlust takes him to the woods surrounding Brogio’s Wolfville wine estate. I track him on these adventures. Maybe I can protect him if he needs me. Brogio warned Kane of a rabid bear on the loose that the locals have tried to kill. “Be cautious of people in the woods this night,” he admonished Kane who laughed it off. “It is the humans who should be careful.” Kane is arrogant, intelligent, and handsome. His wit and charm fascinate me, but I fear for him and will be on the lookout for this bear. I chase after him as he takes down a mountain lion with his lightning speed some distance ahead. I pause to test the surrounding air for danger. Sensing no other predators or immediate prey, I step forward. Pain slices through my right front leg and takes me to one knee. It shoots up like fire through every fiber of my leg, spilling over into my shoulder. I cry out, howling and struggling with the steel-jawed trap, only sawing my cut leg further into the bone. This man-made torture trap is meant for a bear and has bitten into me just above my right knee. Blood gushes and covers the mossy ground. I try to twist and fall over. The agony intensifies. I fight to free myself from this monster, but it only tears into me tighter. The movement spurts more blood, and I feel the bones in my leg and shoulder breaking. Terror runs up my spine and into my brain. My strength wanes, but I cannot stop my howls of agony. Kane reaches me only seconds after I am caught. Strong hands reach to comfort me. I feel the pressure of the sharp steel teeth in my leg release. He bends to try his healing lick, one of his vampire gifts, on my damaged leg. “Hold still, Moonlight, I need to stop the bleeding.” He licks for several moments, and this brings minor relief to my throbbing leg. I moan and whine. I can’t stop shaking. A pool of blood spills around me. I have never been hurt in my whole life, and fear of the unknown consumes me. I want to run. Kane’s strong hands still me. “You’ve lost too much blood, girl. I’ve got to get you home.” He scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing, holds my leg up, and sprints with me in vampire time to the front door of our home. His speed covers his naked body with my blood. As he kicks the door open, my vision blurs, but I can make out Brogio and Selene, holding their small son, Adam, jumping to their feet. “What happened?” Brogio’s deep voice queries. Selene sets the small boy in his playpen, rushes to us, leans her beautiful face into mine, and places her hand on my head. “A bear trap.” Kane sprints into the den and lays me down on my plush bed. Snow Blood, Nova, and my pack surround me. Selene pushes through with towels to stem the blood flow. My mother tries to lick my face. My sire hovers nearby. My brothers and sisters yap with agitation. “Can you heal her?” Brogio kneels next to my head. “Brogio, her leg is almost severed.” Selene points to my mangled leg as she tries to stop the bleeding. “No, I tried.” Kane shakes his head. “She has lost too much blood. Her struggle to break free made it worse. The leg is irreparable.” Selene applies pressure to the now-numb wound. “There’s so much blood.” Selene throws one towel aside and applies another. I feel the world fading away. Only their voices hold me to them. “It’s my fault. She followed me into the woods. I should have made her stay home,” he choked out his anguish. “I can save her if I turn her as soon as she dies.” Kane’s voice seems far away now. “Do I have your permission?” I don’t wait for their agreement. My tongue finds his hand on my head, and I move to lick it. Kane has always linked to me telepathically, as he has all of my pack. I think hard. Yes, make me like you. Let me be with you always. His hand tightens slightly on my head in response. As my life drains away from me, I hear Brogio and Selene say “yes” in unison. Buy Link:
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He knows he’ll never forget.
She wishes she could remember.
After Paige Morgan crashes her car on a mountain road, she doesn’t remember anything about her life—certainly not the dark-haired pilot who rescues her and claims he was hired to protect her. All she knows is that Luc Travers’ rugged good looks tie her tongue in knots and ramp her pulse into overdrive. Lost in more ways than one, Paige accepts Luc’s help and the sanctuary of his mountain cabin where thoughts of submitting to her rescuer’s sexy dominance fuels her darkest fantasies. Yet as threats from her past become real, Luc may hold the key to her life… and her heart.
When private investigator and experienced dominant, Luc Travers, is hired to protect a lovely auburn-haired submissive, he knows the job will get personal. Paige Morgan had him locked and loaded from day one, and he’s determined to keep her, whatever it takes…but claiming his girl won’t be easy. There’s the little problem of amnesia and threats to her life. He must resist the attraction while keeping her close, clashing professional ethics against private desires, and testing his control like nothing else.
With danger closing in, and everything he loves at stake, no force on earth will stop Luc from protecting what’s his.
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There will be one more of the Hot Alpha Billionaire books, but nothing is slated for afterward. Book 4 could be the last one!
My Review
SOFT WEAR is a stand alone.
You do not have to read the other books.
When I saw Paige Morgan in STONE WEAR I knew we'd be seeing her again. In SOFT WEAR she's kind, reserved, soft but strong with just enough self-reliance to frustrate Luc. He wants to take care of her and in the end, he does--in so many ways!
SOFT WEAR is another wonderful story in the world created by Marilyn Lakewood about Doms that make a clothing line for those in the D/s life style. Instead of a club, Dominant and submissives hook up by wearing special clothing. There are no spoilers here, only a high recommendation!
I recommend this to READERS of:
Dominant/submissive
Possessive Alpha Males
Amnesia Romance
Billionaire Romance
Contemporary Romance who like mild kink
EXCERPT
So far, the tip of his erection had stayed wedged under his belt, but it seemed eager to communicate as if to say, “Excuse me, little sub, if you’re going to sit so close, you need to wrap your hands or lips around me and…”
Luc frowned at the book and paused reading. The words made no sense to his distracted, bloodless brain. He drew a calming breath and tamped down his frustration.
“What happens next?” Paige pointed to the open page. “The hero is creeping down the dark corridor… and what happens?”
Luc had a damn good idea of what could happen next, but it had nothing to do with the story. “He steals the secret documents and escapes the enemy’s stronghold.”
“Did you just tell me the end?” She squinted up at him, her face mere inches from his chin.
“Possibly.” When he tipped his head down, he focused on her eyes, not her lips, but arousal still roughened his voice. “I haven’t finished this book yet.”
She raised a russet brow at him. “It doesn’t sound like you want to finish either. You’re growling.”
“Not at you.”
“The book? I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“It has redeeming qualities.” It covered his lap, for one. He couldn’t judge the story. Right now, all he could think about was getting this woman under him and his cock inside her. “Paige…it’s time to call it a night.”
“I guess so.” She sat up and glanced at the clock. “Wow, it is getting late.”
Luc stood and held out his hand. “I’ll walk you up.”
“Thanks.” She gripped his hand, and he gently tugged her to her feet. “That was nice listening to you. You have a really great voice.”
“I used to read to Jen while Mom fixed dinner.” He led Paige up the stairs.
“Was your mom a good cook?”
“No, terrible—but she tried hard and was so loving, we ate whatever she made with a smile.” Luc stopped at her bedroom door and focused on Paige’s eyes. Do not look at her mouth. Do not kiss her. Do. Not.
“Aww, how sweet.” Her beautiful lips parted in a soft smile, and she sighed. “I wish…”
Oh, hell. That mouth… so kissable… so fuckable. He forced his gaze up and caught her glancing at his mouth. Yeah, he was screwed, and not in a good way. “What do you wish?”
She met his eyes, a blush tinting her cheeks. “Honestly?”
“Never lie to me.” He knew she’d done exactly that the first day when she’d tried to convince him she remembered who she was. Although he understood her instinctive need to cover a vulnerability and protect herself, now she knew him better, and he’d only accept the truth.
“Okay.” Her throat moved when she swallowed. “The first wish was that I had a family like yours, a place filled with love and laughter. Then I looked at your mouth and wished you would kiss me.” She looked down. “I know it’s wrong, but I had this need for you to just take me in your arms.”
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An AMAZING 5 of 5 stars
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Contemporary Romance
BDSM Romance
Those who want to know what an Alpha Submissive Male looks like
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THE WHITE HOUSE GETS A SPANKING rocked my world.
Stella is not uber alpha, but she's strong! I loved walking a mile in Stella's high heeled, thigh-high leather boots. She wowed us as a responsible, controlled, real dominant. The kind whose only interested in unleashing the inner power of her submissive.
Who doesn't love a "I know you better than yourself" dominant? BUT, there was human vulnerability in Stella and Laird's complete, real, and moving story.
Stella was the kind of Alpha that has real power. Laird was a heart melting submissive. The story was unique and I mean that it was fresh. I couldn't help but love this story inside and out. I bow down to Elizabeth SaFleur and begged her to write more.
If that doesn't tell you how much I loved this story and recommend it, then I'm not sure I can convince you no matter what I say.
Blurb
Laird Harkness hadn’t expected his perfect Domme would show up in his office—the most famous house in the world and a place where his secret desires could end his career. Stella calms his fears, but can she sate his craving to submit, serve and belong to someone?
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While Elizabeth says it's either the greatest move of my writing career or the worst I don't have a problem with the Washington theme. I, for one, am grateful for the FREEDOM OF SPEECH as Elizabeth SaFleur so aptly puts to good use!
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Warning: sexual content
“You can call me anything you want.”
“Samson then. What are you looking for?”
He blinked up at her. “Dominance.” He phrased it like a question as if she was either an idiot to ask such a thing or he wasn’t sure what that meant. She chose the latter.
“And what does this dominance look like? When you are in complete surrender in your mind, the thoughts you have late at night when you’re alone in bed playing with yourself . . .” she stilled his fingers once more. “Yes, Samson, when you are touching yourself, what is she doing?”
She didn’t need to ask him if he’d thought of her as he jacked off. She knew he did. He wouldn’t have come looking for her otherwise. And, his little gifts throughout the week were finally the right messages she’d sought.
“I haven’t. Touched myself.”
She cocked her head. “You’re telling the truth?”
“I always tell the truth.” His gaze shot to her.
“You forget I’ve been to your briefings.”
“I have never lied to the press.”
“Oh, the Assistant Press Secretary is ill? Or in bed with a certain someone?”
His nostrils flared. “Okay, I touched myself. But I didn’t—”
“You didn’t relieve yourself? Why not? Did Hannah forbid it until she got back?” If she had, that would have been another useful bit of information Hannah should have shared.
His expression sank a little. “No, she didn’t forbid it.”
“But you wished to prove something to her anyway.”
“No.” He lifted his gaze to her, his eyes beseeching yet clear. “To you.”
Mixed emotion cascaded down her spine: pride, bewilderment, happiness and a little distrust. He still could be playing her. So many did in this town. But Hannah wouldn’t be with a player, despite the fact his job was in the biggest playpen. And, he had shown candor tonight. She’d give him the benefit of the doubt, but she wanted to know more.
“Why?”
He blinked. “You’re different.”
“How?”
He tossed her a small smile. “I didn’t take you for someone who required flattery.”
“Don’t you dare.” She smiled back at him. “Tell me what you’re looking for. Details, Samson.”
His head swiveled immediately upon her words to see who might be around. Three men were walking by them. He angled himself so he leaned into her more.
“You’re among friends, Samson.”
“I want someone to belong to.”
Now they were getting somewhere.
“Belong,” she repeated, not because she didn’t understand, but because she did. The transience of their worlds—media, politics, Washington itself—wasn’t for someone who required constant reassurance. Comfort wasn’t on the menu. But if one’s nature was in direct contrast with who one had to be on the outside, well, having a place to be yourself could be very comforting indeed. Who didn’t long to be themselves, devoid of pretense, pseudonyms, false identities and the niceties everyone must adopt in D.C.?
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you. But, first, tell me more about this belonging.”
His eyes didn’t get that dreamy cast like so many other submissives when they paint their ideal fairytale. His eyes grew fierce.
“You would tell me what to do, of course. We are equals but you understand my need to serve you. You’d love . . . having me. It would be a shared experience.”
His unwavering clarity made her sit back against the couch cushions.
“I know watching is not the same as doing,” he said. “But what I’ve seen, well, I can tell the difference between people who are playing and people who are together and playing.”
The man used words for a living, so she shouldn’t be so surprised at his articulation. But the fact he expressed himself exactly as she would have? His answer rendered her nearly speechless.
It didn’t matter if Hannah had told her to watch over him. She wouldn’t turn her back on this man for anything. He wasn’t just rare. He was perhaps once in a lifetime.
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Book Review ♦ Grinding My Gears: 1:30 a.m. (An Off-The-Rails Ice Era Chronicle) By C.M.Moore
9/21/2017
10 stars out of 5
I would recommend this story to:
Dystopian readers
Sci-fi readers
Romance Suspense readers
Apocalyptic Romance readers
Romance readers who just love a good take on Romeo and Juliet
Readers hot for sexy nerds
Blurb
As he faces his slowly worsening heart condition, he meets an unlikely savior in the form of Luna, a member of a rival organization known as The Originals.
Luna is part of a group that is out to see the destruction of everything that Gears has built. Even though she is connected to a world Gears can never be a part of, she risks her life to meet him and save him from death.
The two of them set off on a road trip that neither of them can evade, and have no idea if their journey will lead to a happily-ever-after or catastrophe.
Luna’s illogical ways has Gears questioning everything he thinks he knows about life and love. But she is his only hope for survival before the final beat of his heart.
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He is a secondary character in 1:05 a.m. and this novella is his story. I couldn't have asked for a better spin-off. It's phenomenal. C.M.Moore did not just toss this character away after his first book. I loved Gears in 1:05 a.m. Gears enriched the book and with this novella, Gears is more real, with his own life and ... wow, just wow. This story for me was what a love story should be about. Amazingly brave. I'm sold on this series and can't wait for more.
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So here's where you need to pay attention.
His novels are all m/f romances, BUT the novellas and short stories are going to more "free" about love.
So, if m/m or m/f/m or f/f is not your style, stick to the "05's" as in 1:05 a.m., 2:05 a.m., 3:05 a.m, 4:05 a.m. etc. But, the middle ones like 1:30 a.m. (Grinding My Gears) and 2:15 a.m or 2:45 a.m. better know as the "off-the-rails" sub-series are going to be unconventional love. Guys on guys, guys on guys and girls, stuff like that. You won't miss much if you choose to skip them except for the amazing story telling. But that's okay. If you really just can't stomach the love scenes and are too squiggly about love is love, he's got ya covered. Just stick to the "05's".
With that said, I'd feel sorry for you if you were not to read the "off-the-rails" part of the series. Grinding My Gears enriched the world and characters for me, gave me insight into the mechanics and made me realize, this series isn't just based off the two families of the first book but really it's about Gears and his legacy. I couldn't be happier. Because I have a soft spot for sexy nerds who go head long for a not so damsel in distress.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
“Doctor Gears… I hate to tell you this, but…” The doctor hesitated. Gears recognized that hesitation. That was the same pause he used when giving bad news.
“Just call me Gears,” he said to fill the silence of the other doctor’s exam room. He wished he was anywhere but here.
“It’s getting worse. What you’ve been doing hasn’t resulted in the improvements you’d hoped for.” Doctor Dana picked up a neat stack of medical documents off his desk. Gears’ name and information were printed in bold lettering on the top of the first page.
Gears didn’t respond. Instead, he decided to get dressed. After pulling his sweater over his head, he picked up his thick coat while he shoved all his emotions down. He’d never really gotten the knack of dealing with turbulent feelings. He preferred logic, levelheadedness, and practicality. He ruthlessly sucked down the fear and panic. All he needed to do was… nothing came to him. He didn’t know what to say or do. He was dying. Dana hadn’t said that, but that was what he meant.
“I’m planning on going to H.S.P.C. Headquarters in Dallas.” Gears tugged on his long, tan down coat as he slid off the sterile metal table. “This information won’t change that.”
“I think that’s a good decision. I’ll be there to help you.”
“I don’t need anyone. I’m a doctor.” He snapped at the other man just as he snapped his coat closed.
Dana looked momentarily taken aback, then he nodded. Gears thought briefly about apologizing. He was frustrated at life right now, not at the new doctor. This was it. There was nothing more they could do. He couldn’t accept that. He refused. There had to be an answer somewhere. Picking up his black backpack from the floor, he swung the bag onto his back. He would figure out this puzzle by himself. He could do it. In the past, he’d always solved problems like this on his own.
“I’m sorry. I think I’ll go.” Gears took two steps toward the exit.
“Before you go, I want to say something. I plan to stay for the birth of Karma’s baby. That was the agreement I made with Keith. I think with the two of us, and the midwife, it should go smoothly.” Dana glanced down at the papers in his hands then held them out for Gears to take. “But I think that before I leave the base, you should tell Karma and Mac.” He paused again. “Specifically, Mac.”
Gears snatched the papers out of the other man’s hand. He stuffed them into his bag. He wasn’t going to tell his friend. He wasn’t going to tell anyone. Even though lying went against his private code of honor, Gears had chosen to keep this a secret from both Karma and Mac. He’d told them that he was just going to Headquarters to work on information the C.T.O.N.A. had released about Snow Flu. It wasn’t an outright lie, but that didn’t give him peace. True, he was going to do as much as he could for the growing population who were sick, but he was really going to get access to better medical care. Telling all this to Mac would only bring around pity and coddling. Gears wasn’t going to leave as a dying man, and he wasn’t going to heap his problems on his best friend, particularly not when he had a new baby due any day. He was alright on his own. He was, after all, a brilliant scientist.
Returning to the door, Gears rested his hand on the knob.
“Keith asked you to come here because he was concerned about Karma giving birth with only a male doctor, and he misunderstood your name. If you hadn’t shown up, no one would know about me. I plan to keep this between us. I expect you to honor doctor-patient confidentiality.” Gears didn’t turn around but stubbornly stared forward. He was acting as wooden as the door, but he didn’t care.
“Is that the polite way of telling me to butt out?”
Gears glanced over his shoulder. “I didn’t think I was being polite.”
“I respect your wishes even if I don’t agree with them. I want you to know that I plan to travel with you to Dallas when you’re ready to relocate. We may not get along very well, Doctor, but you’re my patient whether you like it or not.”
Gears’ shoulders slumped. This conversation was exhausting. He didn’t want to have a doctor taking care of him. He hated lying to his best friend. And most of all, he didn’t want to be dying because his heart was pumping incorrectly.
Taking one last look over his shoulder, he nodded to Dana. “Good afternoon, Doctor.”
“Good afternoon.”
The words were barely out of Doctor Dana’s mouth when there was a loud rap that grabbed their attention.
“Doctor? Oye?” The words were followed by more banging. Gears threw open the door. Essie was standing on the other side. The tall Hispanic water base guard had his black curly hair sticking up everywhere. Sweat dotted the young man’s brow. He looked like he’d just run through the base.
“Gears!” Essie exclaimed. “Karma’s having her baby. Boss sent me to get you.”
“She’s two days early,” Dana commented as he picked up a large green medical case off his desk.
“She’s in her room with Mac.” Essie was breathing hard. Another indication that he might’ve run through the base. Either that or a signifier that he should quit smoking. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“We’re coming right now.” Gears pushed everything Doctor Dana had just told him about his heart out of his mind. Mac’s baby was more important. The child would be his only focus right now. Whenever anything was too scary to deal with, he took solace in his work. He was absolutely going to do that now.
“You go ahead of us, Essie.” Dana waited for Gears in the water base hall. “Tell Mac to check her contractions just like Doctor Gears taught him. Make her comfortable.”
“Did you tell the midwife?” Gears asked as Dana closed the door behind them. They started down the hall.
“Keith wanted a woman there.”
“I’ll do that next.” Essie was off like a shot. Gears glanced to the other doctor when he put his hand out to stop Gears from chasing after the twenty-year-old.
“You’re not running anywhere,” Dana frowned. “You’ll walk. Slowly.”
So much for being able to ignore his failing heart.
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