Archive | September 15, 2013

Review ~ Entangled Interaction ( Human Interaction #3) by Cheyenne Meadows

entangled interactionEntangled Interaction (Human Interaction #3)
by Cheyenne Meadows
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Available at Silver Publishing

Blurb:
Shy’s stalled relationship with Meat seems defunct, her teleportation abilities are lacking, a shaman makes an unsettling declaration, and she visits the clothing-optional Yeti resort. With her life in turmoil, it appears to be life as usual.

Shy’s stalled relationship with Meat, her alpha liger shape-shifter boyfriend, seems defunct, her teleportation abilities appear more miss than hit, and her twin boys are clamoring for a father. If her life wasn’t complicated enough, her boss throws in his bid as a potential date, she’s kidnapped by a snow monster while visiting the clothing-optional Yeti resort, and finds herself leading a rescue mission to save her former boyfriend’s sister from an overly determined shape-shifter.

To top matters off, a shaman drops a bombshell on her world by informing her of a new magical talent she didn’t realize she had. She grapples with the life-altering decision until disaster strikes.

Will love win out over the vast species differences between Shy and Meat? Can she make the right decision and save not only their relationship, but his life as well?

CONTENT ADVISORY: As part of a serial/long arc work, this book depends upon reading earlier works in the serial before this installment.
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A review by Cara:

Happy Dance!!! Shyanne and Meat are back again! I was so excited to get my hands on this book! I love Shyanne, her train of thoughts amuse me to no end- and remind me of my own completely random thoughts. Since Meat & Shy left things badly in book 2, I was looking forward to their reconciliation.

So did this book deliver? YES!!!! Random non sequitors in Shy’s mind? Check. Cannibal? Check. Monks who may or may not pull busses with their *ahem* male parts? Check. The Abominable Snowman? Che…wait, er what? Yep, this book had everything it needed to be a classic Shy story.

I won’t reveal anything, but Shy and Meat have things to work on before finding their HAE, and you’ll be rooting the entire book for a reconciliation. Sadly, much less stripper dancing in this book. Oh well. Regardless, if you love Shy and her oddball friends, you have to check out this book. Right now. Go ahead, order it…I’ll wait.

Definitely another winner, and I can’t wait to read more by this author!

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Need more convincing? Check out this excerpt:

I stood up, arching my back to stretch out stiff muscles. Weeding the garden and flower beds might not be considered exercise, but obviously no one mentioned that to my protesting body. The unusually warm early spring day cajoled even the most homebound person out into the bright warm sunshine.

“What’s that on your legs?” Bas asked from the nearby front porch. He’d slept in that morning after coming in quite late from another assignment. Yet his short black hair fell perfectly into place, and his snug fitting T-shirt and jeans outlined his impressive body without a single wrinkle or speck of lint.

Bas carried black panther genetics and worked for the same company as I did. The Peace Protection Division. While I held a gopher position, otherwise known as an executive assistant, Bas worked in the special ops area of the Enforcers. We’d run into one another a few times and clicked as friends. After a particularly violent skirmish, he showed up wounded at my house. I cared for him and fed him. Like a true stray cat, he stayed. Bas adopted me. Or, more accurately, we adopted each other. Though late to the role, he embraced big brotherhood with enthusiasm and dedication, playing the part of protector, advisor, and instigator to the max.

Looking down, I stared at the said extremities, searching frantically for anything crawly and icky. My faded pink cloth shorts covered everything from mid-thigh up. Bare skin existed from that point to my matching pink socks and shoes.

Not finding anything, I turned my attention back to him. “Huh? I don’t see anything.” Bending over, I did another quick appraisal, just in case.

He shook his head and pointed. “Is that hair?”

I scrunched my face into a frown and glanced back at him. “Yeah, so? You have hair on your legs too. It’s natural. It’s a mammal thing, you know.”

A couple of long strides later, he navigated the front porch steps to stand at the edge of the flowerbed I currently stood in.

His brow arched, his arms crossed over his chest before he asked, “Defense mechanism against men?”

I blinked. “What? No. I’m not trying to scare men away by having hairy legs. Jeez.”

“Then why haven’t you shaved?”

I shrugged. Who knew a couple of weeks without using a razor would stir up such issues. “I’ve been busy. Besides, it’s not like anyone is going to see them.” His mouth opened, but I talked over him. “Don’t worry. Before I dare wear shorts in public, I’ll shave. I’m not entirely a slob.”

“When will that be?”

“I don’t know. When we run out of food or cleaning items, I guess.”

“No. That’s not what I meant.” He shifted his weight, those dark eyes piercing into mine. “I meant, when are you going to get back to trying to curry men’s attention and actually date one?”

I had managed to deflect this conversation for the past couple of weeks. Now, the obstinate brother had me trapped and appeared determined to grill me about hairy legs and lack of a man in my life. Just what I wanted to deal with… not.

I bent back over, wrapping my fingers around a henbit weed, and began to tug it out of the ground. Maybe if I ignored the overgrown housecat…

“Shyanne.” The name rumbled in warning from his chest, sending the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.

“Overbearing mule,” I muttered under my breath.

“I heard that.”

“I meant for you to.” With a sigh, I stood up again, deciding avoiding this conversation fell into the impossible category. “Look. I’m not sure what I want or where I stand with Meat.”

“Call him.”

“I tried.” Goodness knows I’d tried. Initially, I stared at the phone, then would punch in part of his number before hanging up. After forty-eight hours, I gathered enough courage up to dial his cell number; each time it rolled over to phone voice mail. I left three messages over a two day period of time. That was just over seven days ago, and I still hadn’t heard from him.

Bas uncrossed his arms, his gaze flicked across the front yard before settling back on me. “It’s time you move on. I believe the saying goes ‘there are other fish in the sea.'” He spoke quietly and gently, yet the message came across like a bulldozer.

“Yeah, well. Easier said than done.” I turned to gingerly step over emerging tulips and day lilies to the next section of weeds. I went about my task, hoping my silence would drive my meddlesome brother away. Unfortunately, luck had abandoned me long ago.

With the fragile peace between humans, vampires, and shifters on a slippery fence, the leaders of all groups came together years ago and created the Peace Protection Division. Enforcers were hired from all varieties of genetic carrying people in order to crack down on inter-species violence. Wills, my husband, also an Enforcer with the PPD, died in the line of duty. For four long years, the company listed him as MIA, leaving me hanging without closure. Until one night, the local vampire king told me the truth. My husband was gone. Forever. I, Shyanne McDaniel, became a widow at the ripe old age of twenty-five.

After Wills’ MIA status, I was devastated, being left with newborn twin sons. With great support and encouragement, I managed to pull my life back together and make steps forward, including enrolling in college classes. A research paper for psychology class on human interaction sent me stumbling into a strip club. There, I met Meat, a liger alpha shifter and the new man in my life. Ten days ago, I blurted out some information I had overheard in a private conversation, which put me on a vampire’s menu, a female shifter’s death list, and sent my boyfriend, the second man I ever loved, packing.

“You might want to shave those legs. There’s a box with a new dress on your bed. Be ready by six.” He spun and began to walk back toward the house.

I sputtered in shock. “What? Wait. What did you say?”

He paused long enough to turn around and flash a wicked grin, full of fang and mischief. “Don’t be late. We’re going out on the town, and you don’t want people to think you’re a rag mop, right?”

Before I could protest, he disappeared.

“Dang meddling brother.” I mumbled to myself as I checked my watch. Wonderful. He gave me a whole two hours warning.

I stepped clumsily from the flowerbed and headed toward the front porch, consoling myself with thoughts of Bas, catnip, and pushing him into koi ponds.

Book Blast ~ Twisted by N.L. Greene

Twisted

By: N.L. Greene

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: September 13th, 2013 


Growing up isn’t always easy.  But for most teenage girls, they can rely on their best friend to help them get through the process.  A BFF is something that is truly treasured and completely irreplaceable.  You share all of your secrets, and are loyal and honest with each other, even when you’re acting just a little bit crazy.  You have each other’s backs no matter what and you form a bond that is virtually unbreakable. 


At least that’s what normal teenage girls experience. 


Nat and Mel have been bestie’s since childhood and Nat has followed her blindly ever since.  But as Nat’s friendship with Mel begins to lead her down the wrong path, she starts to question the sincerity of their relationship.  Nat starts to see Mel’s manipulative, deceitful ways become more focused on her.  Will Natalie hold on tight to the friendship she’s had her entire life, no matter what it cost her?  Or will she let her heart lead her to a relationship that’s not so twisted.

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Spotlight ~ Silent Surrender ~ Alexa Bourne

silent surrenderSilent Surrender
by Alexa Bourne

Meggie MacDougall often dreams of Quinn O’Connell, the sexy Irish football coach who swept her off her feet in Dublin. But what happened in Dublin must stay there. She has responsibilities at home, and she refuses to fuel the gossip fires in Glenhalish.

Quinn has never forgotten Meggie and the explosive weekend they shared. Overwhelmed by memories of her passion, beauty, and zest for life, he jeopardizes his cushy career to find her and test the connection between them.

When Quinn arrives in her Highland village, Meggie is determined to ignore him. However, she isn’t prepared for the claim he lays on her heart with his sexy charm and his tender soul.

Will pride and fear keep Meggie from embracing possibilities, or will Quinn’s gentle persistence break down her defenses and lead her to a silent surrender?

Silent Surrender
Tease – Entice
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What Readers are saying:

“Bourne makes her characters and setting appeal on a mass scale!” –L.D. Smith

“SILENT SURRENDER is spicy, sexy and, at 60 pages, short enough to finish in one panty-melting read.” – Sandy

About the Author:
Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romantic suspense writer by nights, weekends and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers, such as “Killer Openings” and “Candid Confessions of a Newbie Author”, throughout the year. She is thrilled to be writing for Decadent Publishing and to have the chance to share her love of the UK with readers everywhere.

When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV and thinking about exercising. She loves to hear from readers.

Contact Details:

Website: http://www.alexabourne.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlexaBourne
Twitter: https://twitter.com/alexabourne

Enjoy the following excerpt for Silent Surrender:

Quinn came toward her, the ball juggling between his feet. “Get him, Miss Meggie!” someone called from across the pitch.
Her heart rate, already soaring, tripped at the sight of her man. Her nerves tightened, her muscles clenched. She rocked on the heels of her feet. She’d steal the ball for her team.
He closed the distance between them. Meggie pushed against his rock-hard abs and tangled with his feet. He tugged on her ponytail, slid his foot between hers, and sent the ball to his teammates.
Meggie yelped, her arms flailing to her sides. Her feet remained tangled with Quinn’s, and she lost her balance.
Quinn’s arms circled her waist and twisted her so his body took the brunt of the impact with the dirt-packed earth. She rolled to the side, still cradled in the crook of his arm and with the pressure of his delicious body over every inch of hers. “Are you all right?” He propped himself up and brushed her hair away from her face.
“Aye. Thank you for taking the fall for us.”
“You’re down here with me, aren’t you?”
“Aye, but you protected me. Thank you, my Irish knight.”
“My pleasure, my lady.”
Aye, she was his lady and she decided she rather liked it.
He leaned down and claimed her mouth.
“Is she hurt?” one of the lads yelled. The ground trembled beneath their feet.
“Aye, ye daft fool. He’s giving her mouth-to-mouth,” yelled another.
Together they both giggled and ended the kiss. “You should probably let me up before they call for an ambulance.”
“Right.” He jumped to his feet. “No worry, boys. She’s fine.” She missed the feel of him against her body. As she propped herself on her forearms, he reached down and pulled her to her feet.