Monday, October 29, 2012

The Monster of Fame - Aimee Duffy Spotlight

The Monster of Fame

Aimee Duffy


Can the voice of an angel heal a tortured soul?

Annabelle MacIntosh enters a reality singing contest to save her family from their mounting debt. Miles Oliver, celebrity judge and the owner of the biggest record company in the UK, doesn't think she has what it takes. She sings like an angel, but when she performs all he can focus on is the terror in her eyes. It's a look he knows only too well. After the pressure of fame destroyed his wife, Miles swore he'd never let the same thing happen to anyone else. Driven by the guilt he's carried for years, Miles tries everything in his power to make sure Annabelle doesn't succeed, because he doesn't believe she'll survive it.

Annabelle needs that prize money, and she's determined to win it. As she fights to make it through each round of the contest, an attraction begins to develop between the two adversaries. The longer Annabelle remains in the competition, the deeper her attraction grows to the man who's trying to prevent her from reaching her goal. Can she convince Miles she's strong enough to fight the fame monster and win?

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About the Author:

A lifelong bookworm with an addiction to happily ever afters, Aimée Duffy has read romance for as long as she can remember. After spending years dreaming up her own handsome heroes and feisty heroines, she finally decided to put pen to paper and write.

She lives in Central Scotland, surrounded by family and friends. By day she works in a private firm of lawyers, and by night she considers herself extremely lucky to be writing the books she loves to read and to have the opportunity to share her characters' happy ever afters with readers. In her free time she enjoys hillwalking and handbag shopping.

Aimée loves any excuse for a natter. You can find her at:

Dirty by Megan Hart book Review

This is what happened... I met him at the candy store.

He turned and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you--this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.

Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.

The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't apologize for who I am or what I've done in--or out--of bed.

I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven't wanted anything else.

Until Dan. Until now.

Book Review

** spoiler alert **

                    Elle is the no strings kind of girl. No attachments just one night stands and nights of pleasure she can walk away from. It’s been three years since Elle has taken anyone home, or slept with any one, until she meets Dan Stewart at an up market Candy Store. Dan not only gives Elle a sweet treat to remind her of him but has her thinking about him after their chance encounter.

Upon meeting Dan – Elle is taken aback, instead of him wanting to just to whisk her away – with a wham bam thank you mam quickie, he leaves her at her doorstep with thoughts running ramped through her head for over a week.

Elle has laid down the rules with Dan – telling him she doesn’t date. So Dan makes his appointments instead, tell him from word go that things will not and won’t get serious. However along the way everything changes.

Elle is a tortured soul – blaming herself for the past, being ridiculed by her mother, and living a life of grief and guilt. She figures to be alone she won’t hurt anyone or be hurt. The only person she trusts unconditionally is her brother who understands her more than anyone in life.

On the outside Elle seems to have it all - a successful job, with a great company, a wonderful relationship with her brother, and a house she loves and is rebuilding and decorating, and even a few wonderful friends as well. But … on the inside she is torn, tortured and damaged. With her dark past haunting her life is lonely.

Dan Stewart is daring, handsome, and most definably a charmer. He takes Elle to places she has never been, sex in public, threesomes, and shows her sexual chemistry that knocks her panties off. ** The sex may be smouldering , hot and volcanic * but there is more to this story than just SEX.

Dan is caring towards Elle, is there for her when she needs him, and when she doesn’t he also respects her choices. Yet Elle – likes that Dan takes control, she doesn’t have to think just do. No counting – no thinking just DOING! Dan is in tune to Elle – however Elle doesn’t want the commitment or relationship. Her past is holding back her future.

Dirty was certainly an interesting read, filled with a sad and dark story yet also filled with a little hope for recovery and forgiveness.

The story was well paced, all dialogue well put forth and also the story giving the reader a dark insight into Elle’s past. Hart also give us sexy, smoking love scenes that to be at times a little hard to fathom. I felt sorry for Dan at times with Elle’s quiet destructive moments. But In time, Dan brings out moments in Elle, and shows her what love can be like. Even if it may be not what she wants? Hart gives us Elle’s feeling down pact, we know what she thinks, what she wants even despite her thinking the absolute opposite. Dan is Elle’s cure. But can she past everything else to give in?

All the secondary characters are well scripted, all being an important role within the story. They were all well developed, with flaws of their own, many true to life. All aspects within the story all can be related to in life, how a past can affect your future. But also how friendships can be so much more.

Megan hart has written an emotionally charged story filled with realistic characters. All emotions well scripted giving the reader insight into not just the characters but also the storyline within. A story that will have you thinking way past the last page.

I was engaged within the story from the first pages, and read this in almost one sitting. It is filled with moments, where you will be teary eyed, moments where you will be anxious and taken aback. Dark moments where you will have goosebumps, and other moments where you will want to give her Mother a few words or two.

*Dirty* is an erotic story but its filled with self discovery, forgiveness and meaning in life. How sex can be more than just that. Megan has done a wonderful job reflecting upon life, how realistic it can be and the struggles that people cope with. This story may come across to dark for some. But as a reader, we all know that this happens in real life. It’s filled with depth and definition and an ending I’m sure every reader will be somewhat happy with. I d like to have seen more of how there lives turned out but Im hoping in other books to come we may see a glimpse of this ?

Thank you to Harlequin Australia for supplying this book for review for my honest opinion.


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Shamrocked by Joanne Kenrick Book review

Irish Kisses book two
JoAnne Kenrick

Devlin Kinney is focused on his Irish Rock band, Shamrocked. Between that and tending bar at Bell's Irish Pub, he's rushed off his feet. Still, he's envious of Shaun who found his perfect woman through Madame Eve's exclusive agency, 1Night Stand.
Pushed for time, he follows his friend's lead and hopes to be matched with a woman ballsy enough to share in his fetish for things that go buzzzz.
At the event of the year for soap stars, Elizabeth Grant meets Devlin and mistakes him for her soon-to-be co-star on The East End. Before she has a chance to confess she's not his 1Night Stand as he seems to think, the silver-tongued smooth dancer proves irresistible. He seems perfect...for one night of pleasure. She's ready to play the role of her life!
Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?

 Rating 4/5 

 My review

Shamrocked is a great addition to Joanne Kenrick's Irish Kiss series. In this story we meet Sexy bar tender Devlin... Having a thing for him in book one I was more than excited to read his story :) ** waggles eyebrows **

His mate Shaun decides it’s time for Devlin to enlist in the help of Madame E. A night filled with pleasure, toys and a hot woman to warm his sheets and loins. Here he meets Liz.

Liz slinks her way into a wedding and is ushered Devlin's way in search of a lead role in an upcoming series. The chemistry is instant - and a night of hot passion, toys, and smoking hot sex Devlin thinks that maybe he is ready for that happily ever after. Liz finds something amongst Devlin's gear that portrays him as the man she didn’t think he was and decides one night is enough.

....... You have to read it to find out what happens ...... lol

Joanne Kenrick has no qualms giving the reader vivid descriptions into the pages within this erotic story. It’s short, hot but tantalizing and luscious... Devlin is certainly a jack of many trades,his tool box and his vast imagination - I’m sure he would run any girls imagination wild and have their panties bunching in no time... I loved his character -his accent ((swoon)) and well.... Jo certainly put forth his character well.. HAWT!

Slight elements of BDSM - kinky moments and some smoking hot lovin... Joanne has scripted a sexy read, ideal for a before bed time read or a quickie romance fix for any reader who likes it hot.

A smooth flowing storyline with no lags or stops, Shamrocked may just not only knock your socks off, but have you green with envy ... Who wouldnt want a man Like Devlin to warm their beds at night ?? ((Waggles eyebrows)).

About the Author:

Born n bred Brit, JoAnne Kenrick grew up in a wee sea-side town in North Wales and has enjoyed a variety of vocations such as holistic healer, window dresser, and ghost tour guide. Having lived in Wales, England, and Scotland with her dear family, she finally escaped the dull British summers to reside in sunny Australia. After two years, they moved to the States where she endured three harsh winters in Minnesota. She now lives in North Carolina with her husband, two kids and two puddy cats. When they aren't demanding her attention, or jumping on her head, she strums away on the keys of her little laptop, creating worlds and adventures she could only ever dream of. Come across the pond and faraway....with JoAnne Kenrick! Find out more about JoAnne by visiting her website  and get exclusive sneak peeks at her new and upcoming releases by signing up to her quarterly newsletter here

Surrounded by bridesmaids—the hottest guy in the place. His thick Irish brogue carried over the chattering wedding crowd and bad party songs.
Swallowing any signs of stage fright, she checked her fake hair in a mirrored wall, plumped her boobs, and plastered on a smile before making a beeline for her drop-dead gorgeous, future co-star.
She waded through the rough sea of pink-chiffoned up women, snapped out her arm, and took his hand like one of those shaking weight things. Thought she’d blown it until his mouth tilted up into a tempting smile. Dimples. Oh, my. He would be popular with the ladies. Might even help get her noticed by movie producers. Dating this hottie would get her on every front page known to the British public.
“Liz.” She fought to keep focused on his face rather than his thick muscles and rhythmic movements. She couldn’t recall ever seeing a man who could make dancing to All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie so goddamned sexy. His jig was infectious—her arm swayed in beat with his, their hands still clasped together.
“As in Elizabeth?”
“Uh-huh.” The swarm of bridesmaids knitted their brows and pursed their lips. One even stamped her foot. Liz couldn’t help but turning on a sweet smile. “Buh-bye, ladies.”

Monday, October 22, 2012

Cafe Mazon by Crystal Hubbard Spotlight

Café Mazon
Crystal Hubbard

The tables are turned on a serial rapist and his dimwitted accomplice when they attack a woman unlike any of their previous victims.

About the Author:
Crystal Hubbard is a full-time writer living in the Midwest. She is the proud mother of four and spends her free time volunteering to support causes related to Veterans rights, the American Red Cross, the American Cancer Society and writing workshops in elementary and high schools. She is also a certified cake decorator and accomplished baker. Her interests include martial arts, reading, sewing, boxing, hiking, yoga and shopping for oddities at yard sales.

He'd first seen her the last time he was here, after he'd been interrupted by strange voices and footsteps.  He hated being interrupted, especially since he'd been having such a good time, but in the end it all worked out.  If he hadn't taken the time to pound Terry for getting distracted with that damn magic book, he wouldn't have seen his latest flame.  She'd rounded the corner and headed straight for the café.
Dee and Terry had eaten there a few times.  Dee didn't much care for the aloof manner of the staff or the snooty misspelled French name, but the food was good and you got a lot of it.
Terry had complained the whole time, but Dee had sat in the car all the rest of the night, waiting for his new target to leave the diner.  She didn't come out until after the lunch rush.
Dee followed her to the subway, then took Terry to McDonald's for a few Happy Meals.  Later that night, they went back to see if she'd return to the diner.
She did.
Every night, same time, same corner, same routine until Dee couldn't stand it anymore.
Now, he finally had her.  He pulled out his hunting knife, thrilled with the clean grab.
He used the tip of his knife to trace the center seam of the back of her pants.  The halves fell away, revealing two rounds of golden flesh. If her ass wasn’t God’s finest work, it had to be in the top ten.
“No panties, huh?” Dee smirked.  “You dressed for our date, I’ll give you points for that.”
She glanced over her shoulder as the blade lightly moved along her spine.  "Are you about finished?" she asked with a slight yawn.
Her voice was a low, silky, disinterested growl.  To Dee, it was as sexy as it was annoying.
"Baby," Dee sneered, slicing through the backstrap of her bra, "I haven't even got good and started."
She turned around, slowly lowering her arms.  "Three women have been assaulted and killed around here.  Your work?"…

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Power of The Moon by Tina Carreiro Book Tour & review

Welcome to Page Flipperz for the Tour of Power of the Moon by Tina Carreiro.  Hosted by Forbidden Reviews.

Haunted by visions of death, and a past that holds her prisoner, Mia Starr never imagined her life could become even more complex. Untapped psychic powers spark to life, and her chosen solitary existence fills with creatures that shatter her safe reality. Now the very thing she fears the most is the one thing that will complete her in every way possible.

Detective Cole Barnett has mastered the vampire within. It has earned him respect and a position with Sector 13, the hardest job a vampire can hold. When a beautiful mortal is thrown into his investigation, with powers able to subjugate vampires, she tests his restraint.

Cole and Mia's passion ignites, but Mia's fear holds her back and she struggles to forget his touch and possessive kiss. What she doesn't realize is the more she runs from him, the more excited he becomes, and the hunt is something he cannot resist.

The blurb alone doesn’t do this book justice: believe me!! It contains a lot more goodies that I’m sure will have you frantically flipping the pages and just waiting for those internal fires within to ignite. lol.. A compelling storyline, with depth and creativity that any parnaormal junkie will enjoy .

Power of the moon is filled with lots of kick arse action, suspense, erotic encounters ** waggles eyebrows*, passion, sexy hot vampire, unique storyline and a concept well and truly of its own. Passion that will make your spine tingle and your toes curl and your blood race but to boot a compelling storyline that will have you hooked within the pages. I read this in one sitting!

It reminded me of a roller coaster ride, initially at first a tad slow to take off, but this giving us the momentum for the book and story to start, after that every page and chapter was a turner, every turn something new became about ! Until the end has you grasping at your reader or book frantically flipping just to get to the end to find out.......................

Tina created an array of great characters, both secondary and main, sucking us into a vat - and moments with Mia and Cole that I’m sure you won’t be able to surface from. Mia putting a wall up and adjusting to the new be comings about, and Cole never giving up!! I loved his persistence and cheeky ways!! Honestly in the end I was going to push Mia aside and just get it over with ** grins **.

Cole is one of those characters Im sure you will be left swooning after. Torn and damaged but with a love and heart that needs to be healed. ** sigh ** Tina created her characters well, defined them and described them well, giving them spunk and character traits of there own.

The electricity between Mia and Cole was toe curling and made your hairs stand on end...! SIZZLIN !!! geesh ! Im not sure if it was me if Id be able to stay so darn patient !! lol.

A compelling storyline, with equal amounts of action, suspense, intrigue, passion and of course ** the loving **... I think my heart was racing with Mia in that Gravesite lol... Ok, it’s got erotic moments!! Believe me... your reader will be wafting with steam!! ((I like my reads a little steamy at times and Tina has definably boiled the kettle with this one))

I won’t go into the storyline, as there are a fair few reviews that have given insight to what the story is about. If you after something to send your pulse racing, that will keep you baited till the end then Power of the Moon is for you! A paranormal romance that will not only knock your socks off but have you drawn into a world you may not be able to escape from.

I eagerly await book 2 !!!

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Monday, October 15, 2012

Tory Michaels Spotlight and Giveaway

Tory Michaels

The Dream-Walker War Tour


Blood Rage

The Dream-Walker War, Book 1

Evernight Publishing

Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy



For eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived in relative peace together. The peace is threatened when three bodies turn up less than a mile from the Bureau of Non-Human Affairs in Tampa, all bearing the signature of vampires who once terrorized Europe.


The Bureau’s chief liaison to the vampires, Dara MacKechnie, learns that the Tampa victims are not alone when her ex-lover, and head of the vampire’s Great Council, Anthony Caldwell comes calling.


The pair discovers the lie that separated them two centuries ago only banked their passion, not extinguished it. Dara must decide whether she can trust Anthony with her heart a second time as they try to head off the war that threatens all they hold dear.



Instinct helped her draw back before she took more than she should. Dara sucked in air, trying to wipe away the addictive taste of him even while she absorbed the new details about his true nature.
    “Good lord,” she said against his throat. “Wow doesn’t seem quite adequate.” The exchange was bliss itself, but ultimately left her unfulfilled. Her body throbbed with it, and she felt the same need in him, rock-hard desire pressing up against her core through their clothes. Dara shifted, trying to alleviate the pressure trapped between her thighs.
    Anthony’s arm around her waist tightened, holding her still. He groaned, teeth grinding together. “I suggest, my pet, you stop moving if you wish me to remain a gentleman. There’s a reason exchanges take place during sex.” 
    Her mouth fell open. Chris had mentioned something of that nature on more than one occasion.In for a penny, in for a pound, Dara reasoned. It would be better than walking away right then, knowing they wanted the same thing. Maybe a second night would quench the lust, and she could let go of the need, the hunger for him he created just by breathing.
    She shifted, straddling his lap to settle more firmly against the erection that bulged in his jeans and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt reckless right then. A second night wouldn’t hurt anyone or anything. Dara found the notion liberating. “Do you really want me to stay still, Tony?” 
    His dark eyes glittered with familiar intensity as he clutched her hips. His mouth curled up at one corner. “Don’t call me that.”
    “What?” She leaned forward and nuzzled the side of his neck, just above the tiny marks from where she had bitten him, and reached for the button on his jeans. “I don’t know. I rather like it. Sarah might be onto something with that. Tony Caldwell, man about town. Maybe I can convince you to like it.”
    Anthony groaned as she slid the zipper down, shifting back on the couch. “Unlikely, but you can always try to convince me. What do you propose to do?”
    Dara trailed her fingers just inside the waistband of his pants, toying with the firm flesh there. “I have an idea or two. It might be easier if you took your pants off though.”
    “Are you going to reciprocate?” He set her own her feet before standing, towering over her.
    She grinned up at him, easing the pants over his narrow hips until she could cup the rampant erection he sported. “Wasn’t planning on it quite yet.”
    He shucked the pants off the rest of the way, kicking them to one side. A heartbeat later, his shirt joined the heap on the floor. Dara leaned back to admire the gorgeous sight he made, standing there totally nude. Oh, to have her camera, take a picture to remember this night for the rest of her existence, long after they moved on. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs leading down to his waist, with only a faint sprinkling of body hair.
    She slowly circled him, trailing her fingertips over his middle, watching with delight as goosebumps rose in their wake.
    Anthony held up his hands, watching her as she paused in front of him, clearly debating her course of action. It was a bit of a role reversal, as he was well-used to having her naked while heremained clothed. But he was inclined to give her her head and see where she led. “Now what?”
    “Sit.” In that effort, she rested her hands, silky smooth and warm, on his chest to urge him down.
    Yes, he liked this more decisive, assertive woman. He cherished the memory of her innocence and enthusiasm, but he found it quite alluring, a woman who knew what she wanted. And clearly she wanted something beyond the obvious. He settled back on the couch, arms spread along the back. If he didn’t, he’d reach for her and end this now. Control, Anthony, control.
    His breath caught in his throat when she dropped to her knees between his legs and took him in her hands, stroked along his length. His world narrowed to just the two of them, everything not her fading rapidly as he thought only of the soft hands caressing him, something he’d long feared might never happen again. Anthony groaned. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”
    A tiny, teasing smile crossed her face. “La petite mort, yes. That’s certainly the idea,” she said, cupping his balls. Warm breath tickled the length of him as she spoke.
    His hands clenched into fists. He wouldn’t be able to take much of this, or he’d thoroughly disgrace himself by coming too soon. When she took him in her mouth, his eyes crossed. Gods, yes. If Odin himself popped in and offered to take him off to Valhalla, he would turn the god down in a heartbeat, just to stay like this. It’d been so long.
    Dara allowed herself a satisfied mental smile at his raspy growl and swirled her tongue around his cock, continuing to caress him. He’d never let her get away with calling him Tony, but it’d been an excellent segue to this.
    Her eyes closed as his fingers speared into her hair, massaging her scalp even as he slowed her pace.
    “Such a talented mouth, pet,” he said, tugging strands free from the braid trailing down her back. “I’ve miss this so damned much.”
    The words echoed round and round her head, and she hummed with satisfaction, drawing another long, tortured groan from him. And then voices from the past exploded from her subconscious, rough hands pulling at her. Such a good little pet. Dara choked.
    “No!” She fell back, scrabbling away on the floor. Voices pressed in on her, upper-crust British accents, laughter, and pain. The newly recovered memories dug their claws in, and she buried her face in her knees, trying to force them back.


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Blood-Mage Rising

The Dream-Walker War, Book 2

Evernight Publishing

Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance



In the eighty years since the Great Awakening, humans and non-humans have lived side by side, relatively at peace.  In an attack that leaves his wife dead, Jordan MacNaught is caught up in the start of a war meant to turn the other races against the vampires. He knows beyond a doubt the vampires of yesteryear are not involved in the attacks. They're all dead, except for him.

     Jordan asks for Chris Javert's help in hunting those who murdered his wife. She's no stranger to hunting vampires. After all, she nearly destroyed Jordan when she ended the reign of his Aristocrats in Europe two hundred years ago.


Despite the disturbing turn to her daydream, the shower centered her. It certainly ended her bout of the hornies. When she exited the frosted glass enclosure into the steam and gardenia-scented room, Chris could face the world, and Jordan, again. Cool marble tile provided a sharp contrast against the balmy miasma blanketing her. She needed to get dressed and back to work.

“It’s about time you got out,” Jordan said as he materialized, seated on the edge of the counter between the sink bowls. His legs dangled over the edge.

“Son of a—” Chris yelped and leaped for her towel.

He blinked slowly, warning, and she just caught herself before the last word slipped out. The last time she called him a son of a bitch, he buried her alive for disparaging his mother. For some reason, he objected to the pejorative, even though rumor had it he’d killed his mother at some point. She clutched at her towel like a shield.

“What are you doing in here?”

“To quote a certain someone, I should think that it’s fairly obvious. I wanted to talk to you.” He flashed a smile, fangs just barely showing, and leaned his weight back on his palms. “You know, Chrissy, if you’d just given me a bit longer, you wouldn’t have had to resort to alternative methods.”

She might be claustrophobic, but right then she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Dear God. Her reflection turned a nice, brilliant, beet red, and she looked around for her bathrobe, finally finding it slung over the door that separated the toilet from the main portion of the room. “Mother of Lorminstra, you perverted jackanapes!”

Jordan blinked again, the picture of innocence. “I am the perverted one? Which one of us just masturbated in the shower?”

This absolutely can’t be happening. Please let this be a continuation of the weird-ass dream. Chris snatched her robe down and yanked it on, surreptitiously pinching her side in the process. Pain flared and dissipated. Unfortunately, the bathroom invasion continued unabated.Damn, no dream. She belted the flimsy scrap of silk, not feeling much more secure than with the towel. “You could have waited five minutes.”

“I did. Then, when you still didn’t emerge, I thought I’d wait in here.”

Since the universe didn’t see fit to rescue her by sending a great bolt of lightning or a tsunami to kill her, she needed to brazen the situation out. And had her shower really taken that long? Good lord.

“What was so important you couldn’t wait? And while there’d better not be a next time, next time let me know you’re there. I could have finished...ah, I could have gotten, ah, ….”

There really wasn’t a good way to end that statement, and she floundered. He didn’t seem inclined to rescue her either, judging by his grin. Asshole. The recently departed headache began to squeeze her temples again.

“I wouldn’t have enjoyed it half as much if I had interrupted, unless I joined in.”

“Well, why didn’t you?” In her brief glimpse before she bent at the waist and flipped her hair over her head to begin toweling it dry, she got good visual confirmation that he definitely enjoyed the view. Must have been in mist form to see much, given the frosted glass that surrounded the shower.

“And get my clothes wet? Don’t be absurd.”

“A normal person would join me.” She wrung her hair out with more force than strictly necessary. “Now, explain what was so important you felt the need to become a Peeping Jordan, and then get out!”

“I think you need to have another go in the shower, if you’re still this waspish.”

Anthony would thank her if she killed him.

“I’ll make this brief. You’re fond of gambling, aren’t you?”

“What of it?” She continued to rub viciously with the towel, not sure she followed him yet. “I’m fond of lots of things.”

“Earlier, you propositioned me.”

Chris choked. “I did no such thing!”

“Then what would you call it?”

“Losing my mind.”

Jordan chuckled. From her upside down position, she saw his legs stop swinging as he leaned forward. “I propose a bet. Just to make our time a little more interesting, although I doubt it will beat what I just saw.”

She purposely ignored the latter half of his statement. Finished with her scalp she moved on to the longer portion of her hair.

“If you win, I will walk the straight and narrow for, hmmm. Two decades should be impetus enough, even for you. While not admitting to having done anything that might get me in trouble under your country’s Rights and Responsibilities Act, I promise not to indulge in any of my more exotic entertainments for that period. No murder, no torture, nothing of that nature.” Her eyes widened, and she stood, towel held loosely in her right hand. “I thought that might garner your exclusive attention.”

Mouth dry, she swallowed hard. For that offer, he wanted something big in return. “And if I lose?”

“I get your blood. More specifically, we forge a blood-bond.”

No chance in hell.

Though she wanted to say the words, she didn’t. If she rejected him out of hand without a good reason, he might wonder. Vampires commonly shared blood. It wasn’t safe for her to do, since most people would feel obligated to turn her over to the Circle for execution if they figured out what she was.

She couldn’t dismiss the possibility he’d offered the bet to see how desperate she was to avoid sharing blood. In that case, she should say yes and win, no matter the cost.

“Quite the stakes. What’s the bet?”


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Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.


She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.


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