Though I was born a bastard, I try to be a reverent one. -Gavin-
Gavin the oldest of the Wrath is in a spot of trouble well actually a lot of trouble. Being burnt by one redhead, enslaved by another and stuck in Obsidius, the underworld prison leaves him little time for him to contemplate things.
“Pack your bags, baby you’re on your way to Disneyland.” Definitely a female. “Who… are… you?” “Nola. I’m a Divine Matron to the succubi. You’ve been summoned for payment.”
Sabelle is struggling with life she has been dealt a real shite hand in life. Abused by her pimp Jeven. Slimy bastard. She has a shot at freedom get the chip with the names of everyone who is a succubus back from the lycan leader Lachlan. Oh, and grab his soul while she is at it. She needs a bodyguard. Enter Gavin, the heir of the underworld.
I felt sorry for Sabelle and her predicament. There is a big discrimination going on against succubus not all it’s cut out to be. Hard for those who want to live a normal life not to. She is a strong heroine, sassy and has a heart of gold especially when it comes to her kids. But she can also be somewhat of an idiot.
A fantastic addition to the story here although I didn’t like this one as much as the previous two. It just seemed to drag and it took me forever to read. A good 100 pages could have been easily knocked off here to my liking at least. Something is obviously wrong with me when I see all the 4/5 star ratings.
But for me personally there was just too much going on here. What with what was going on with Gavin and his soul being cursed by Jessica. Fighting for Sabelle’s freedom and everybody being out to get hold of Wade Jackson’s journal. A new brother thrown in the mix. A villain of epic proportions Vissual. Denya being kidnapped although that makes sense for Zayne you know?
Although I didn’t like everything I still highlighted a lot of quotes.
Again I still have questions: Will Daddy dearest show up? Now the plot with the Sang thickens what is happening. A warning of a war on the horizon. How will it continue?
The one thing that pissed me right off Ms. Lake. Comment if you want to know.
Dragon shifter romance just happens to be one of my favourites. I liked this but I’m sad to say I didn’t love it. I enjoy the world that the author has created. This book takes place in Russia with hot Russian dragons. And how scrumptious they are.
The brothers Grigori, Rurik and Mikhail are the last of the Barinovs.
Book one is Grigori’s book, multi-millionaire and one of the oldest dragons. He is somewhat sentimental when it comes to Barrow’s journal that documents what they are which is kept at the Russian State Library. But one day an American requests the book and learns all the dragon secrets in it although she doesn’t believe what she is reading.
Madelyn Haynes has travelled to Russia to find out more about dragons as she has always been fascinated by them. She has also felt as if she never belonged but once she meets Grigori that all changes and her own secrets and past come to light. Madelyn is truly magnificent. She is quiet with an inner strength.
There is instalust and love but as they are mates and paranormal romance it works. But the chemistry between them is somewhat flat for me. I’m sure others will see it differently. Different strokes and all that.
The Barinovs and the Drakors have been rivals for a very long time. The Romanovs have been wiped out. The treaty has been broken and now an all-out war is on the horizon.
The plot is very similar to other dragon books that I have read before that is why it only gets three stars and I felt it to be somewhat predictable. I also felt as if it is too slow paced.
Nevertheless it is still a cute, sexy and somewhat cheesy read. I will be reading Mikhail’s book as I am intrigued by him. The exiled loner.
This is a good read and a promising start to a new series.
I’m just not sure that this series is for me.
I always hope that I will find a vampire series that I will love. I’m still working on that one.
The story flows well and there are exciting elements to the stories. The world building takes a while as there are three different vampire clans and at times especially when they were fighting I got confused. But with vampires there always seems to be a prophecy involved so that kind gets old.
As to the characters. Tendra is a strong heroine and she goes with the flow of the situation she is in and that she is vital to the Clan yet she fell in my estimation. She did something really quite idiotic. A TSTL moment.
Athan is a fantastic Hero, overprotective and gets attached to Tendra. They develop something that wasn’t meant to be. And go against tradition. I didn’t see that twist coming but it did add to the plot of the story.
Review For The Beast and The Sibyl by AJ
The Beast and The Sibyl
A Prydain novel
By AJ Adams
The Beast and The Sibyl is part of the
Prydain series and it follows Beast, a very dark romance. However, this novel
can be read as a standalone, and unlike the first novel it’s a paranormal
“We caught a
Beast! A real live poxy Beast!”
Bastards. Calling us beasts while they cheat, steal, and lie. I got
the ribs, a whip laid about my shoulders, and all the time they were
Then I saw her.
She was standing there, staring right into my eyes. For a moment, I
was looking at a Valkyrie, one of Valhalla’s shield maidens. She had
colour of ice, and eyes as blue as the sky. Tall, willowy, and silent, she
looked unworldly. There was a wolf at her side, too.
expecting her to vanish, but it wasn’t a vision. She was real. The knowledge
hit me with a punch that sucked the breath out of me. She was one of us, a
Skraeling of Thule.
She leaned on
the wolf, controlling it with a touch of her hand. “Lady Freyja always
counsel before action.”
woman who invoked our goddess yet who was a traitor. I was filled with
hate, poisoned by the thought of one of our own people contaminated by foul
If the will were
a weapon, she would have fallen on the spot. Instead, the world blurred
I think I passed out for a few moments because when I opened my eyes, he was
there. The Patriarch. A cheat, a liar and all-round scum
He certainly hates us Skraeling. “Glorious
Ullr will bring us wise counsel. And tomorrow we will flog the Beast to
him of his sins, and then we will burn him alive!”
He’s a vicious Beast, violent and
knows she ought to walk away. After all, she has a dark and dangerous
preserve. When she can’t leave him to burn, her rescue tumbles them both
danger, adventure and romance.
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This series isn’t for me. This is a continuation of book 1 but can be read as a standalone. The setup of the book like book one will not be for everyone.
This is all fiction and there is a lot of crossovers from various different times but here it was just too much for me. By contradicting myself here now it is well written and the author keeps a good pace of the characters and their development. But I didn’t like the characters. I am in the minority here so take my review with a pinch of salt.
After a week I still don’t what to write for this book. Ms. Ivy writes fantastic romantic suspense but this didn’t work for me and I’ll tell you why.
I found the characters hard to deal with. I found that were flat and that they didn’t actually like one another. There were several POVs which I found weird. The Sherriff’s Mike, Rylann’s the Hero of the book, Jaci the heroine of the book and the killers POV. At times it was hard to keep track especially when it went over to the killers.
There was also too much family drama when it came to Jaci’s family. That could have been cut back on.
The suspense is good as I didn’t guess the culprit. It is well written and in that aspect I did enjoy the plot but that doesn’t help with my indifference to the characters.
I like the author so I will read more by her.
On the roof of a house outside Truelove, Maine, master carpenter Max Doyle looks down through a skylight and sees the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. She’s naked, she’s gorgeous, and everything about her is perfect, down to the ball-busting tattoo of a rose that wraps around her hip. But it isn’t just any woman making his knees buckle. It’s his best friend, Rosie Madden. And as he stands there, mesmerized and precariously close to toppling off the roof, he knows he’ll never, ever be able to look at her the same way again.
Rosie can’t help but notice that Max is suddenly acting very strange—lots of long stares, totally tongue-tied, and not at all like the slightly cocky hunk she’s proud to call her best friend. She can’t figure it out, until later that night when Max rescues her from the world’s worst date, challenges her to a game of pool, and shows her just exactly what she’s got him thinking about. Repeatedly.
But life is complicated. Rosie’s cat, Julia Caesar, wants to eat Max’s dog Cupcake for an afternoon snack. A dream job threatens to pull them apart. And another glance through the skylight changes everything, one more time. Yet try as they might, they can’t go back to being just friends, because falling in love with the one you’ve always adored?
It feels so good.
As I unlocked the door to my houseboat, I heard it. At first, it sounded like a duck paddling, but then I heard something else—a panting, or a gasping. For a second, it died down. It didn’t worry me, really, because the docks were full of weird noises, and boats were noisy as fuck. But I turned the deadbolt turned, the sound got louder and more frantic. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound good and it sure as hell didn’t sound like a duck. I let my work belt slide off my shoulder onto the deck, and looked down in the water, gripping the taffrail. There in the shadows, gasping, paddling, and panicking, I saw something small and wet and terrified.
Holy fuck. It was a dog. A tiny, drowning dog.
Fully clothed, boots on, I jumped into the water off the sternside. I plunged in deep, submerged in a world of shadowy barnacle-crusted dock pilings and chains holding anchors far below. Holding my breath and looking up toward the sunshine, through the bubbles that came down with me, I saw it. No bigger than a chicken, and kicking hard. I breaststroked toward the dog, aiming to come up right below it, but the salt water stung my eyes, and I closed them out of reflex. When I surfaced, it had gotten a few feet away. It was just a tiny thing, soaking wet, sucking in terrified breaths. It doggy-paddled in circles, slipping down into the water so that only its nose was above the surface. I did one strong breaststroke, but it was in full flight-or-fight mode, absolutely fucking petrified, and it paddled away from me, slipping out of my grasp. With one more big stroke, I had it, and I scooped it up into my arms to held her up out of the water, the way people do when the hold babies in the air. I saw it was a girl, her tummy soft and much less furry than the rest of her. Her big black eyes bugged out for an instant, and then…
She went limp in my hands. Lifeless, with her feet dangling down, her tongue hanging out. Her eyes were closed. On my palm, I couldn’t feel a heartbeat where I was sure there should have been one thrumming along.
I gave her a shake, but she dangled like a rag doll.
I held her out of the water, keeping her in a tight bicep curl over my shoulder. Carefully, I maneuvered under the jetty that led to my boat. I got a toehold on the old dock ladder, rusty and unsteady. Using one hand to climb up, and using both boots like climbing picks, I emerged from my boat’s shadow and out into the sunshine of the dock. I laid her down on her back, supporting her lifeless body. With every passing millisecond, my heart fucking broke more and more. I could not let this happen. I could not let her die. I pulled myself up all the way and knelt beside her. She was flat on her back, with no signs of life at all. Her arms were limp at the wrists, and her paws dripped onto the dry wood beneath her. Still, her tongue hung out. Still, her eyes were shut. Still, she wasn’t breathing.
Somewhere, buried deep in my memory, I remembered learning the basics of canine CPR. I felt like maybe it was in my lifeguard class when I was in high school, but I didn’t fucking know and it didn’t fucking matter. All I knew was I had to do something, and fast. So I did. I wrapped my fingers around her tiny muzzle and brought my lips to her leathery nose. I blew gently, and as I did I felt her chest swell up. I held my own breath and prayed for anything, any sign of life, but there was nothing. Lightly, with the tips of my fingers, I did compressions on her soaking wet fur. One. Two. Three. And then I did another breath. One. Two. Three.
“Come on, little lady,” I whispered, and rolled her onto her side. I gave her a few pats, firm but not too hard. She was absolutely tiny—from scruff to tail, hardly bigger than the span of my hand. I rolled her over onto her back again and gave her one more breath, all the while going through the paces of what the fuck to do if this didn’t work. I had no goddamned idea whatsoever where the vet was. Did we even have a vet? Would she survive that long? What the fuck was I going to do?
But as I started the next set of compressions, she coughed. She actually coughed, like a tiny person, a gasping choking hack, accompanied by a few mouthfuls of water spilling out onto the wood planks.
I froze with my hands just above her tiny body. Her strange, buggy eyes opened up and she started panting hard.
“Hey, hey!” I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her to my chest. I could tell by the way she was so limp against me that she was exhausted. Keeping her close to my body, to keep her warm and safe, I scratched the fur at the back of her neck, her tail started to wag. But she was also shivering hard, and I didn’t like that one bit.
A sweet, sexy, witty friends to lover’s story.
I really like Ms. Rendell’s writing style she sucks you in with her writing and the characters that she has created. And I will be reading her other books as well.
Max and Rosie have been friends for going on twenty years. Not once did they recognise that they could be anything more than friends.
That is until…
Max catches Rosie and sees her in a light he thought he never would. Things will never be the same. They cross the line. A sweet romance of getting to know your best friend differently.
Can you really be friend zoned for twenty years and then become a couple? I guess but it would be hard to shake off that mentality after so long unless those feelings were always there but had been ignored all this time. As you can tell I’m having problems here.
I love both the MC and they are really good together. They have all the makings of a perfect couple.
As I said I enjoy this book but I wanted more story. Different strokes I need some action not a lot but I always find it hard when it is solely about the couple. But this is just me. I love Julia Caesar and her SPAM addiction. A good alpha hero with a miniature dog called Cupcake.
Romantic comedies aren’t always my thing but I do like to give them a try. I was really enjoying it at the beginning and then the jokes and banter were just going on and on. So yeah I liked it and I didn’t BUT if you like romance comedies than this is the book for you.
There were disputes about my review as I’d only read up to a specific mark in the book so I’ve decided to finish it and would you look at that it still gets 3 Stars. But one day before my holiday I agreed to removing my the star rating. I think I would have given up my firstborn to go on holiday without anybody annoying me. So, I’m sticking to my word but I do not agree with the behaviour that I have encountered. Flag me because my review is HONEST and I actually wanted to give it 2 Stars but I am feeling benevolent so I gave it 3.
A solid reader base isn’t built on falsities IMO. But on honest opinions of what is written by the reviewer. Nuff said on to my review
I can clearly see why everyone else has loved the book and I am in the minority here and it does pain me to say that it isn’t my cuppa but in this case it is me and not the book. The beginning starts out strong and the author sucks you into the book and you need to know more and you need it as quick as possible but along the way I got lost. I felt as if the pace of the story was going somewhere but then it stopped but picked up some time later. But that ruined it for me.
I was enjoying the spooky aspect of everything but when the main characters meet they have sex on the same day. For some of you this won’t be an issue but it was for me. I am still convinced that I didn’t feel any connection between the couple and was under the impression they didn’t even like one another. The connection they felt to one another felt unrealistic after such a short time passing.
As to the plot of Alcott Manor? Brilliant, spooky and interesting until it got too spooky for me and creepy. I found everything to be promising but the heroine ruined a lot for me and her inner musings. At the time I read the book I was home but I picked it up during my holiday and it seemed to work better. It is a good Gothic Romance and the author has put a lot of effort into the book.
I, myself am a firm believer so it was still tricky for me at times. My hat off to the author to scarring the bejesus out of me.
Nevertheless I would still recommend this book even if it isn’t my type of book. It has strong elements that I liked but alas not enough to give it a higher rating.
Book received in exchange for an honest review.
– new me.
to pack up my life and take the only available job.
the boss from hell. A typical lumberjack, he’s bearded, arrogant and offensive.
He’s everything I despise in a man. I want nothing to do with him or his
flannel clad chest.But, he’s on a mission, intent to change my mind. How far is
he willing to go to prove there’s more depth to him than meets the eye?
steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust and a guaranteed HEA.You can expect double the debauchery in every novella they
When I left my hometown, I had no plans to return. New city – new me.
But when a family emergency brings me back home, I’m forced to pack up my life and take the only available job.
Wesley Steele is the owner of Good Wood Tree Removal Inc. and the boss from hell. A typical lumberjack, he’s bearded, arrogant and offensive. He’s everything I despise in a man. I want nothing to do with him or his flannel clad chest.
But, he’s on a mission, intent to change my mind. How far is he willing to go to prove there’s more depth to him than meets the eye?
I was under the impression that these two main characters didn’t actually know one another. At least this is what I got from the blurb.
Colour me surprised when reading the prologue, they know one another from high school and it was bloody awful to read. I personally do not look back fondly at my school time. So, I get Avery.
Once I overcame my dislike that I felt as if I had been lied to I settled in for the long haul at 28 % mark. Up until then it was very much touch and go.
I’m not the biggest fan of enemies to lovers. But here I did enjoy it. I wouldn’t make reading these kinds of books into a regular occurrence though.
Getting to the story overall it is an enjoyable read. I had a lot of fun reading about Anal Avery and Wes. Their aggravation towards one another is their kind of foreplay.
Avery had a chip on her shoulder from school all thanks to Wes. I mean who gives someone the worse name either because he likes her. Dude you have a funny way of showing her that you like her. Avery ends up working for Wes because he needs a secretary and they become friends. From then on it develops to more
Wes is a dirty, filthy man and a major douche. If you really look beneath the surface then he truly isn’t that bad. He is oblivious to Avery’s feelings and doing something stupid for the right reasons and it being the wrong way still makes it bloody stupid. Just sayin.
He did do some major groveling but I always seem to hold more of a grudge to the Heroes then the heroines in the book.
The author did a good job of making a very likeable book with a lot fun and banter.