Hot guys :)

Let's talk about some HOT HOT HOT book guys. There's the guys from the Lord of the Underworld series, Black Dagger Brother Hood, Luxen series, Jace Wayland, Mangus Bane and soooooo many more. The authors who write about these males know what we readers are looking for. Abs, eyes, smiles, muscles and heart. They always start at the same. Brooding, alone, egotistical, only care about themselves or their mission. Take Paris, keeper of promiscuity from the series Lords of the Underworld. He is a man whore. He can only sleep with a person one time and that is it! But by the end of his book, he has found his true love and is able to feed his demon with sex with her. And THAT is what we love to read. How the man goes from macho to a puddle of goop for his true love. But getting her is never easy.

Now let's talk about the bad bad boys. The hot villains in stories. We love them all just as much as we love the good guys.Sometimes you want them more than the good guy! Most bad guys want the same thing, the good guy's girl. It makes them happy to thwart the good guys game. And the muscles. *sigh*


Either way, good or bad, we love us some book boyfriends as we call them. I know I have several :) In fact one was written just for me! So comment and tell me who YOUR book boyfriend is.

Aquila From The Darkness by T.L.Searle

This story was interesting. I was not expecting some things. Such as what Aquila is. Right away I could also tell there would be a love triangle. Which I did not like, but it does work well with this story. Does she chose the one from her past, or someone from her future? Aquila slowly learns what she is, but it seems as though she is torn about WHO she is. She wants to belong, but at every turn there is something that shows her she cannot. The relationships with her family is also odd. Who should she trust? The ending was predictable. But it sets things up for the next book. Which I cannot wait to read.

TITLE – Aquila; From The Darkness #1 SERIES – Aquila AUTHOR – T. L. Searle GENRE – Urban Fantasy PUBLICATION DATE – 2013 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - #110,500 PUBLISHER – T. L. Searle COVER ARTIST – S. A. Hunt

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Seventeen year old Aqua Vickers lives a secluded life in the English countryside. She keeps herself that way, hiding in plain sight, out of fear. She has no idea where she came from or what she is, she just knows she isn't human. Her mother is convinced she's an angel, but does having wings make you an angel? Sharp, angular and intimidating black wings?

The only other person Aqua has let into her life is Aaron, her best friend. They've grown up together, shared every milestone and Aqua's feelings for him have developed into something more. In a moment of impulse, Aqua reveals her true nature. Aaron freaks, hurting Aqua so badly that she flees into the night.

Lucas has been watching and waiting. As an Angeli Tail it is his job to be a spy; and he's been ordered to watch Aqua. Lost and vulnerable above the clouds, Aqua is reaching exhaustion. When Lucas offers her the answers she seeks, she follows him impulsively.

In a city, carved into the rock of a mountain, Aqua discovers she's not as alone as she thought; and her life has been rooted on a bed of lies and deception. In her absence, her home is attacked and her mother taken. With this new enemy intent on her capture and new family who aren't all welcoming, Aqua must integrate and train with the Angeli Guard if she has any hope of rescuing her mother from the hands of the Dragone.

The Angeli Guard Master is unforgiving and ruthless, allowing Aqua little rest from his relentless and painful training exercises. Aqua can barely stand to look at him, but can't seem to exterminate the butterflies she feels when he's around.

War is coming but Aqua's battles may need to be fought closer to home.

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I run for the car. The mass of people is dense and I keep bumping into dancers, drunkards and idiots – slowing my escape. A pair of hands grab my waist, and I think it’s Aaron. “Where’d you think you’re going?” a slimy voice slurs. It’s not Aaron. It’s the perverted creep from earlier with the taking what I’m offering comment. I spin to face him. “Let go of me,” I seethe. He sneers. “Oh come on gorgeous. I just want to see what you’re hiding under there.” Without warning his grubby hands land slap bang on my cleavage. Jerk! I react instinctively, without thinking I pull my arm back and let my fist fly. It lands with a crunch on the moron’s jaw. There’s a sickening crack but that’s not the worst part. He takes off. His feet literally leave the floor as he shoots backwards and lands on his butt ten feet away. The kids around us fall silent and stare. The guy’s sprawled out, he’s not moving but I know he’s not dead because he’s making a kind of gurgling noise. Someone rolls him onto his side but no one else tries to help him. They’re all too busy gawking at me; standing with my feet apart and my hands in fists by my side, my shoulders rising with my heavy breathing. Aaron comes rushing out of the mass then and takes in the scene. I hate to do it to him twice in one night but I turn and run again. This time he follows. “Aqua! Wait. Stop, please!” I hear his voice but keep running. Tears are falling now. I’m actually crying. How humiliating. I have to control my pace. I can run inhumanly fast, it would draw even more attention. I misjudge it, maybe deliberately, and Aaron catches me by the wrist before I get to my car. I glance behind. We’ve run a long way. There’s no one else here; the party’s in the distance, illuminated by the glowing bonfire. I stop, still facing away from him. He keeps hold of my wrist. “What happened?” he asks, concern evident in his voice. I swipe at the tears marring my cheek. “He groped me. I punched him.” I’m still sobbing but trying my hardest to hide it. “Maybe I hit him a bit hard.” “A bit hard? He looked comatose!” He almost sounds proud. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” “I’m fine, not hurt.” I turn then. He takes me in, in all my tear-streaked glory. I bet I look hideous. “Aqua... why did you run?” He asks it softly, watching me with veiled eyes. I know we’re not talking about the punch now. I don’t want this conversation though. “Did you see the guy? I could get eight to ten.” I mean it to sound light-hearted but it comes out sombre. He flashes his dimple. “No. Before, after I kissed you. Why did you run?”

I am a mother of two from Somerset, England as well as a full-time student at the University of the West of England, Bristol. I write for enjoyment and I love to read novels of various genres but my passion is fantasy. I enjoy letting my imagination free as my stories develop. My childhood was rural, full of mud and tractors, of climbing trees and going on explorations of the countryside. My local area formed part of the inspiration for my first novel Aquila; from the darkness. I am currently working on the upcoming sequel Aquila; into the light.

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Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

So I started to read this series when the second book came out. Excitingly waiting for the new book to come out. Then a movie came out! I loved the way the series was going. The first 4 books kept me on the edge of my seat. Who was going to live, who was going to die. Are they related? Are they not? Who fell in love with who. You never knew. But sadly I was disappointed with the final book. They hyped it up so much, only for it to fall short. The ending was anticlimactic. But it does set everything up for the next series, which comes out this fall. I do suggest this book for young adults.

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Changeling by KR Wilburn

 

Title – Changeling 

Series – The Siofra Chronicles 

Author – K.R. Wilburn 

Genre – YA Urban Fantasy 

Publication Date – 5/2/14 

Length (Pages/# Words) – 239/ 80k words 

Publisher – Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

Cover Artist – Stephanie White of Steph’s Cover Designs

 

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All college Freshman Cassie Marshall has ever wanted was to be brave enough to find her own place in the world without her friends or family choosing for her. When she wakes up on her nineteenth birthday in a parallel world she feels she may have finally glimpsed her true purpose. She learns that she is a Changeling with the ability to pass through the Dreaming and into the Otherworld. Now she has one year to decide whether to forsake her destiny and remain a mortal, or to sever her ties to become an immortal Fae, standing guard over the dreams of sleeping humans.

When other changelings go missing, whispers of a dark and shadowy threat begin to spread through the Fae courts. There is an Erlking, an elf twisted by thousands of years trapped in the mortal world, hunting down the changelings where the Fae can’t protect them and draining the magic from their souls. Cassie is thrown into a race against time to decide what she wants most before it finds her and devours her soul and takes away her choices for good.

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"Cassandra," the strange man called, his voice deep and melodic at the same time. My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name on his lips. "I am so glad you’re finally here." He walked toward me, all grace and easiness, and I had to remind myself to breathe, chiding myself for being nervous about a strange man in a dream.

"Do I know you?" I asked as he stopped in front of me and smiled down at me familiarly. I frowned at him. He was taller than I was, my head not quite reaching his chin, and I had to look up at him, resisting the urge to stretch onto my toes to get a better look at his eyes.

"Not yet," he admitted, "but I have been waiting for you nonetheless. My name is Aleksander. I am your Caomhnóir."

"My what? What’s a kweevrore?" I stumbled over the unfamiliar word, trying to mimic the way it had rolled off his tongue.

"Your Caomhnóir. Like a guardian or protector," he said, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth from the way I’d tested out the unfamiliar word.

"And what is it exactly you think you are guarding me from?” I asked, my eyes glancing suspiciously over the trees as the branches rustled with a breeze.

"I am not your guard, Cassandra.”  He smirked at me as if the thought of guarding me was somehow amusing. "I am your guardian, your mentor. I am here to guide you during your time here in Otherworld." He spread his arms wide and gestured to the lush landscape surrounding us.

I scowled. "Please don't call me Cassandra. Only my grandfather calls me Cassandra. "

"What would you like to be called then?"

"Call me Cassie," I said. "What is Otherworld?"

"All right then, Cassie. It’s hard to describe in mortal terms, but I will try," he said with a grin, reaching out and taking my hand in his.

I inhaled sharply when his hand touched mine. My palm tingled strangely, and a strange heat passed briefly between us. I wondered if he had felt it as well. He caught my gaze, his startled green eyes mirroring my own before he looked down at our hands, studying them.

I was sure he had felt that sizzle too.  I was starting to get curious. I couldn't recall ever actually feeling in my dreams before. Unless you counted my nightmares.  Somehow I always felt those as if they were real. Was this a nightmare?

When I thought about it, I realized that I shouldn't be able to taste the salt in the air or smell the woodsy aroma of the trees around us. I frowned with confusion. This dream was far too real for my taste, and it was starting to make my head hurt.

"The Otherworld is the land of the Fae," Aleksander explained patiently. He tucked my arm under his, turning and leading me down the beach. The waves swept gently up the beach and over my feet, deliciously warm and again bothering me because I knew that I shouldn't be able to feel the warmth.</ h2>

"The Fae? You mean like faeries?” I asked finally, trying not to think too much about how disturbingly real it all was even as I relished the feeling of the warm water and the sand.  It had been so long since I had seen the ocean, and strange as this all was, I wasn’t in that dark clearing sniveling and waiting to be killed.

"The Fae are...well, for lack of a better term, yes, Faeries. We are what is left of the guardians of the realms of dreams."

He must have seen the look of confusion on my face because he patted my hand reassuringly, drawing me closer to his side as he led me across the glittering sand. My breath caught in my throat. Under any other circumstance, strolling down a beautiful beach hand in hand with a gorgeous man would be happy dream. Instead, I was overwhelmed and felt panic starting to build within me. My heart beat rapidly and my breath sped up as if adrenaline were beginning to flow.

"This place is our home. It lies outside of the mortal realm, on a different plane of existence, but one that runs parallel to it. I know that probably doesn't make any sense to you yet, but it will with time.”</ h2>

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that I'm in some kind of alternate dimension here?” I asked, frustrated and confused.  “Oh man, I've got to lay off the Supernatural reruns before bed."

A different realm of existence? Those cheap grocery store cakes were off the shopping list permanently. All those preservatives had probably fried my brain. Becca was right. It was time to go organic. Science fiction and junk food obviously had dire consequences when combined.

"You are a Síofra,” he said, ignoring my outburst.

“Sheefra?” I repeated, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.  What weird language was he speaking?

He stopped and turned to face me so quickly that I walked into him. I could feel his breath on my cheeks as he looked down at me, bringing his hands to my upper arms and holding them gently as if bracing me for something important.

"You, Cassandra Matthews, are a changeling."

 

I LOVE LOVE LOVE Changeling! Not only because of how the story is written, but because I have a HUGE crush on the author. She just so happens to be a really good friend of mine. But more on that later. So Changeling is a Fae story. And often it is hard to get the right combination of human and Fae into a story. But this one has it. I love how the characters are slowly developed. You get to know them. Cassie and Dom happen to be my favorites. Cassie because she is so shy and in a shell when the book starts, but by the end you see her start to become a butterfly! And Dom because he has tattoos. That is the only reason. I do know that this is the first of three, but if the ending was just a tad different, it could stand on it's own with two other books.

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KR Wilburn was born in Northern California and has traveled the world with her family but currently calls Fairbanks Alaska home. A veteran of the United States Army, she began writing as stress relief and found she truly enjoyed it. As the mother of six children and the wife of her childhood best friend Ben she enjoys being able to hide away in the other worlds she creates. When she isn't writing, she is busy reading everything she can get her hands on and counting down the moments until she can find inspiration capturing the perfect Aurora through the lens of her Camera

 

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Yay! Today is all about Changeling! By KR Wilburn. So later today I shall post several blog entries about the book. I just have to fix a few things on my blog before I do them. So by the end of the day I hope to have them up and going!

Roman (Saints and Sinners) by Kenneth Streath

 So welcome to my first ARC book review! Today it is about Roman (Saints and Sinners) By Kenneth Streath.

At first it took me a bit to get into the book. When that happens I read chapter by chapter. Once I got into the story it went so fast! I loved it! There are parts that you read and you wonder what the real meaning is behind the sentence. The relationship development between TJ and the other characters is great. I cannot wait to see if anymore books come out! And do not forget to read below an excerpt of the story.


BOOK INFOTitle – Roman Series – Saints and Sinners
Author – Kennedy Streath
Genre – Dark urban fantasy
Publication Date – 12/11/12
Length (Pages/# Words) - 89935
Publisher – PubRightCover
Artist – Poppe


BOOK BLURB/SYNOPSIS – Benedict Nowak bailed on his marriage, taking his son with him but leaving behind his five year old daughter. He had his reasons. He had no idea they’d come back to haunt him.TJ had come to terms with the mother she despised, making those small concessions that made life bearable. But her mother’s death changed everything.Her brother, Anton, was the parent missing in TJ’s life, until he found a calling in violence, and left his sister at the mercy of shrinks and a mother with ice in her veins.Roman Rincon was the juvie rescued by Father Marcus and placed in the care of Benedict Nowak. With his records sealed, no one knew what happened that fateful night when Roman was only fourteen. All Father Marcus knew was the boy had confessed to a crime not even the cops would talk about.In the small coal mining town of Montville, two teens whose lives have been shattered beyond repair must find a way to cope … with school, with each other, with growing up marked as broken in a town dying under the weight of secrets and lies.Warned off having anything to do with Roman, TJ is all too willing to agree, except for one little thing. The young man lives in the apartment above her father’s car repair business so avoiding him might be a problem.As for Roman, he will take his secret to the grave, no matter what the cost.

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Forced into making decisions no young girl should ever make, TJ must deal with her

conflicted feelings for a mother who cared only for her career and a father who turned his back

on his responsibilities. When TJ’s mother dies, the teen must go live with a father who is a

stranger, in a town dying under the weight of poverty and ethnic divisions.

TJ’s father, Benedict Nowak, has given Roman Rincon sanctuary. Fresh out of three years in

juvie, the only friend Roman has is Father Marcus. The priest convinced the court to remand the

troubled teen to Benedict’s supervision. Roman has to keep his head down and his nose clean.

This excerpt is the scene when TJ finally gets to meet the elusive teen.

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“Come on in, Roman. I want you to meet...” Ben waved in her direction, “…my daughter,

TJ.”

The teen stared, eyes a flat obsidian, framed by impossibly long lashes, the thick brownish

black brows creased into a single, disapproving line. Deepset, those eyes were all she could focus

on, commanding her undivided attention.

Ben rattled on, “TJ stands for Theresa Jane…”

Throat dry, TJ mouthed a ‘hi’ but it died before her lips could form the word. To her surprise

her father wasn’t filling in the blanks like she might have expected, spilling all her particulars.

No … her mother just passed. I’m all she has. Well, Tony also. But Tony’s gone, back to his

unit. She’ll be going to the high school. We’ll see the prin—

Instead he’d turned back to his task, shoulders rigid with tension. TJ wondered why.

But then she looked closer at the man hiding behind a boy’s lean and lanky frame, at the

sharp planes of his high cheekbones, the cruel set to lips just on the edge of full, a hint of a

dimple offset by the tilt of his head that spoke to defiance and self-sufficiency.

The hoodie masked all but his face. Short sideburns shadowed by the fleece suggested raven

dark hair. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he wore it long, perhaps in a tail. He wasn’t as tall as her

father or Tony, maybe five eleven, but she’d thought him bigger the way he commanded a room,

like he’d emptied it of air and filled it with his presence, something physical … and something

not. That something seemed to hover in the air currents, leaving her feeling like cannon fodder in

a bad horror movie.

She felt the catch in her lungs, the sensation of menace, but refused to look away. She knew

all about turf wars from her mother: the legal kind with briefs and a quick wit, the other with

self-actualization on each side of a tennis court, the advantage always Eleanore. Mostly she knew

about negotiating. About trade-offs. Being bought. Staying out of the way. Rigging the balance

sheet so losses looked less like failure and more like incremental skirmishes.

Eleanore cooked the legal ledgers to get what she wanted. TJ leaned toward a slightly

different interpretation but both had understood a zero sum game.

Roman had that very special knowledge also. But one thing about him was different: he

needed no one, he feared nothing. Of that she was one hundred percent sure.

When he turned away and left without a word, she and Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

The Selection, The Elite and The One by Kiera Cass

This series follows America Singer as she competes against 34 other girls to become the next princess and marry the prince of Illea.

 The world was we know it has changed. In Illea there are now caste systems. BUT there is a way to become the highest caste in the land. That is The Selection. Where 35 young girls from each region and from all castes. American Singer is a level five. Her and her family are artists and musicians. Money is always short and her parents dream of a better life for her. But all that changes when the letter comes in the mail. A 1 in a million chance to be selected to marry the prince. At first America does not want to do, but her mother bribes her. Once she is selected her life changes and nothing is ever the same again.


I found this story through a friend of mine. She spent all night reading it. I read it in 3 hours. While you can guess sometimes what is going to happen, you cannot guess how it will happen. And that is what makes this a great story. America does her hardest to not let her new fame change who she is. And that is a great theme for young girls to read about. This isn't your classic love story!

Three Days of Rain by Christine Hughes

Three days of Rain is the story of Jake. He was very unlucky in love. The love of his life Madison had left him two years ago and he still was not over her. By chance while driving to work he changes the tire of a young woman named Lily. Little did he know how much she would change his life. Does Jake and Lily have a happy ever after? Or is Jake unable to move on from Madison?




First off, I cried, a lot. Jake has had it rough. And Christine knows just the flashbacks to show us how. It is not hard to feel for him. Nor is it hard to fall for Lily. She has that innocence around her. You just want to plan her perfect white wedding. The way Madison was written, makes it hard to feel sorry for her. But is that they way the author wanted it? You will just have to read and find out!