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You must remember the discussion, a couple of weeks back… or maybe more than that, I forget. We were talking about decent, well-written books, and how rare it was to find quality erotica that not only didn’t make you cringe, but it actually made you want to read more.
Well, I’ve found that author, and now I am addicted!
The first thing that caught my attention was this novella, The Food Critic. R.E. gifted it to me, and what a lovely gift it turned out to be! It warmed my heart and made me smile. Written in an easy style, it is fun and oh-so-tasty! The plot idea is simple – food critic falls in love with restaurant owner – but the characters are what really brings the story to life. There is depth and emotion, a back story and even the right sort of pecans… I read it all in one go, and I wish there was a second and third book in the series.
Hint, hint, R.E.
I jumped at the chance to dive into her Divine Trilogy. So far, I read the first and bought the second and third. I hate that there are only three books in this series.
Again, what happened was that I was hooked – pulled right in and drowned in emotion. Whether Catherine and Master, or Erin and Jayden, the characters behaved like normal people, people with history, own thoughts and passions. Yes, there is sex, and yes, there is that sub-dom relationship which is uncomfortable to some readers, but believe me when I say it is tastefully done, easy to understand and follow, and a pleasure to read. This book is not about the sex, it is about two people who overcome their limitations because they found each other, and together they found love.
And that is what sets R.E. Hargrave’s writing apart. Her erotica is about the people, about love and emotion, and ultimately, about life.
I need an Ethan. NOW!
If you’re looking for a high-end erotic short read, something with substance, a decent plot, and technically perfect, you will enjoy this. I’ve read several books by the same author, and I’ve found in every case her writing style to be fresh and clean; no frills, no flowers – just right. One Night in Edinburgh is just that, only with an additional layer of heat. You may need a fan. Or an Ethan equivalent. I don’t own a fan.
The protagonists are not away from each other for long, and that is a good thing in my opinion. There is good chemistry between them, and while they fall for each other incredibly fast, the situations and reactions seem real. I liked the fact that they acted like the adults they were.
Did I enjoy the read? Yes, very much so. I’m wondering whether there will be a night (or several) in London next. I wouldn’t mind it in the slightest.
What a wonderful breath of fresh air from the author of the Super Spies! I’ve read other books of Lisa Orchard’s, so I feel confident in saying this is by far the best piece of writing I’ve read from her. The quality and strength of this new voice is such a great leap forward, I forgot all about the author and concentrated solely on the story. This is talent. This is an author who has fallen into the right groove.
Gideon Lee is a mystery, just like other stories by this author, and in this this first book of the series we don’t figure out the puzzle, not entirely. Lark, the protagonist, is a character with whom I could identify easily, someone who felt every knock of her hard life, someone whose existence could be real. She has been beautifully portrayed. Lark’s struggle to understand the world around her, her anger at the realities of life, and general treatment of teenage angst are done with a light hand, intuitive appreciation, and high mastery of the writing craft. To me, Lisa Orchard has arrived.
Just like other commenters, I did find the ending of this instalment a little abrupt, but I don’t mind it, somehow. I do feel the hope that’s filling Lark’s heart fill mine too. I can wait – just about – for the next one in the series.
So difficult to find, these days, a no-nonsense book for teens, about teens, written in their language, and one that doesn’t sugar-coat the more offensive aspects of life. There’s no profanity in these pages, and yet the message is clear-cut and positive. I wholeheartedly recommend this book for teens and those who love them. Unquestionably, a five-star performance.
(mark it in your calendars)
“Trust me, he says. You’ll be safe with me, he says.”
Amelie Watts is sick and tired of being treated like a child. She might be willowy and delicate, but she has strength of the kind that doesn’t show on the outside. Plus, she learned all she needed to know so she could cope on her own. Now, if only her big brother would finally release her inheritance! She would fly to the Bahamas and kiss the backwater she grew up in goodbye.
Jason Watts is fed up with picking up the pieces of his little sister’s life. If only she would grow up already and learn to live life without stabilizers! Her latest idea is insane, and bound to be her most enormous failure to date. But how to make her understand?
Enter Rob Tyson, incorrigible bachelor and Jason’s best friend. For a laugh, they make a bet. Two people, a hastily acquired boat, and a tropical paradise. What could possibly go wrong?
And because I love you very very much, here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite. Jason took Rob along to rescue Amelie from a dubious tattoo parlor, and they were almost too late.
Rob watched as Amelie launched herself at her brother, oblivious of her nakedness or any danger to which she may be exposing herself. He took two strides toward them, then stopped, hesitating. What now? Should he simply grab her and pull her away? She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. How would she react to his hands on her body? More to the point, how would Jason react to his best friend brazenly manhandling his sister?
Amelie took that decision out of his hands when she collapsed to the floor. Her knees buckled and she slid slowly down, deflated, like a punctured balloon.
He rushed to help Jason then, sliding an arm behind her back and pulling her face around with his free hand to look at her eyes.
It only took a glance at her pupils to work it out.
Jason nodded in agreement. “Still think I’m overreacting?”
Rob didn’t bother answering. “She’s not completely out yet. We need to get it out of her system quick.”
“We need salt and warm water.”
“Not enough time. Can you think of something else?”
“Just trigger her gag reflex.”
Rob frowned. “I’ll hold her up.” He shifted his grip so Amelie was in a better position, making sure he didn’t touch her in any inappropriate places. Still, he was all man, and the ugly duckling he used to know had transformed into a swan over the last ten years. There was no escaping the heat coursing through his body when he propped her naked, plump behind against his leg and bent her over his arm, holding her mass of chestnut hair back with his other hand.
When she was done, Jason grabbed some paper off the roll used to cover the tattooist’s cot and wrapped it as best he could around his sister. She fought and mumbled incoherent slurred words at the discomfort, but soon passed out. Rob hoisted her up in his arms and followed Jason back out to the car.
He sat in the back with Amelie on his lap, his eyes skimming over her body, as Jason drove back almost as fast as before. The paper roll couldn’t disguise the curvature of her hip, the curl of her calf, her slender ankles… Lips pressed together, Rob stared at her child-like face, wondering what he would do if she’d been his sister, instead of Jason’s. What was she thinking of? Why would she be so careless about her own safety? Did she enjoy getting in trouble? Did she expect, perhaps, that her brother would swoop in and rescue her every time?
No matter how pretty she was, or how delectable her body had become – and he was definitely not staring at the shape her nipple rings etched into the paper covering – if she’d been his sister he would have bent her across his knees and tanned that pert behind until it glowed. This princess syndrome she seemed to indulge in had to be stopped before it got out of control. One day her prince charming would fail to appear, and then what? Knocking sense into her by whatever means necessary, now, would be the best course of action, for her own good.
Rob carried Amelie into the house and laid her carefully in her bed, then stood back as Jason ripped the paper from around her and pulled a sheet over her naked body. Again, he didn’t look at her nipples, so he couldn’t explain how he’d noticed the ring on the left had flipped up and over the top, begging to be straightened, and he most certainly hadn’t caught a glimpse of the ice blue stone of her clit dangle, the exact same color as her eyes.
He turned and walked out the door before he failed to notice more things about Amelie that made his blood heat up and race around his body. She was no more than a spoilt brat who needed firm handling if she was going to make it past her twenty-second birthday alive.
This is book two of four standalones in this collection. Genre: romantic suspense. Not Juliet (novella length of 40,000 words approximately) is out now and retailing at 99 cents. Trial Run (full novel at over 60,000 words) is set at $1.99. It also contains bonus material not available anywhere else. Those hawt and juicy cut scenes will stay exclusive to the Trial Run e-book and paperback. Next on the list and this year’s NaNoWriMo project is book three, Safe Haven, which should be ready for release before Christmas. Wish me luck.
You Can’t Kill The Moon
Celeste is tired. She just wants to be left alone.
For centuries, the half-blooded elf has hidden herself away from the world and lived in isolation. Things have been peaceful, quiet. But some have a greater calling, a destiny. When the humans unwittingly set about a plan to release the source of all evil back into the world, Celeste is called upon by an old ally to stop them, and to keep all of Altierra safe.
Now she must face her past as she and her allies travel across the continent to save a world she has been apart from for eons. Will even her angelic birthright and druidic powers be enough to stop the rise of the last god?
She never asked to be a hero.
Destiny can be funny that way.
Arcus glared down at her. “Too easy.” Then he turned and started back for the bar. Before he could reach it, however, the door flew open and in walked three of the strongest looking men Arcus had ever seen. They shoved roughly past Arcus and marched straight for the table with the two girls and Joseph. Arcus stepped out of the way and waited.
“Hey, you!” The man in front had brown hair and a full beard, and a ship tattoo on his upper arm. He pointed angrily at Joseph. “Yeah, I know it’s you. Joshua or Joseph or something like that. I know what you did – Sam told me! Now you’re gonna die!”
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Arcus had snuck up behind them and was standing with his hands behind his back. “What seems to be the trouble here?”
“This doesn’t concern you, boy,” one of the other two men snarled.
“Oh, but it does,” answered Arcus. “You see, this man may be an idiot, but he’s my friend, and I’m not going to stand idly by while you kill him. If anyone will kill him one of these days, it will be me.”
“No problem, idiot. Now, what did you do this time? Shall I guess that Sam is a girl?”
“Umm…that would probably be a safe bet. Though, honestly, I don’t remember anyone named Sam,” said Joseph.
“Why does that not surprise me?” quipped Arcus.
“What do you mean, you don’t know who Sam is?” shouted the leader. “Sam is my girl, and you… you…”
“Rocked her world?” Joseph grinned mischievously, and winked at the blonde and redhead, who had already backed away to another table, and were observing the proceedings with curiosity.
“Was that really necessary, Joseph?” Arcus questioned, as the leader roared in fury.
The leader lunged for Joseph, who ducked under the man’s arms, laughing. Arcus whipped his hands out from behind his back, and fire blazed up and down his forearms. He reached for the other two goons and slammed their heads together, scorching their hair. They bellowed in pain. The two girls and most of the other patrons all got up and rushed to the opposite side of the room, to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. The bartender cursed and demanded they break it up. The bystanders shouted taunts and cheers at the group, though to Arcus, the sounds all merged and then vanished altogether as he focused his magic. The man on the left pulled out a dagger, while the one on the right swung at Arcus. He absorbed the hit with his burning hands, which then flickered out. Then, he glared at the one with the knife. “Stop moving,” Arcus hissed in a hypnotic voice, and the spell immediately took effect as the man froze in place, still holding his knife awkwardly. He then turned to the other goon.
Joseph ducked another swing, and then another. He dodged a vicious kick by hopping toward the table. The leader was clearly becoming more and more enraged. Finally, he found purchase and punched Joseph square in the nose, which shattered. Blood sprayed everywhere. Joseph lost his rhythm, and fell hard onto the table. He raised his arms to block the assault, curling in on himself. The man hit him hard in the ribs with his elbow. Joseph held up a shaky hand to cast a small, glowing bolt of energy at his attacker, which struck him in the face, just under his left eye. The man grunted in pain, but didn’t pause in his assault.
Arcus shoved both of his hands flat against his remaining attacker’s chest. Lightning flashed from his palms and the man fell onto a chair without a sound. The chair crumbled to pieces under the onslaught as the smell of ozone filled the bar. Arcus turned to the leader. “Are you sure you don’t want to rethink this plan while you still have a chance? Take a look at your men; you are clearly outmatched.”
Copyright © 2014 by D.S. Schmeckpeper
An epic fantasy novel of fantastic ingenuity.
Enchanting. That’s the word I would use to quickly describe this book. But I want to tell you more. I don’t read fantasy, usually, and I don’t watch movies. This story, however, felt so real, and so…possible, that I couldn’t put it down.
The characters draw you in on page one, and they don’t put you down until you’ve been through the wringer alongside them. You laugh, you cry, you fight monsters and your own terrors as you progress through the book.
A simple plot develops into a multitude of facets, and I found that, reading between the lines, this fantastic turn of events mirrors our current reality, in many ways.
The dialogues are beautiful and full of humor, the descriptions just right for giving you the feel of the place or creature, and the action is non-stop. There is so much life, so much authenticity in this novel, it is a pleasure to read.
If you’re a fan of fantasy worlds full of fantastic creatures – such as trolls, goblins, elves and dragons, this is the book for you. Beautiful smooth writing, delivered with confidence, and a cracking good story suitable for all ages. There’s nothing I could find to fault this book. Five shiny, well-deserved stars.
D.S. Schmeckpeper (a.k.a. Dottie and Steve Schmeckpeper) live in Florida, USA. They are a husband and wife team who work together to create the Land of Destiny series. Both have loved the Fantasy genre for many years and have wasted way too much time playing fantasy-based games. Dottie was a vocal performance major in college, before she decided a liberal arts major was not for her. Ironic, huh? They have two wonderful twin boys, who are three at the time of this publication. They are the light of their parents’ lives. Steve does the artwork and comes up with many of the story concepts. Dottie brings the ideas to life. When not working, writing or drawing, the pair love to take their children to Florida’s many amusement parks, and can often be found there.
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