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4 stars
Dark and thought-provoking
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Blurb:
A
hotter-than-sin reaper. A badass demon. Hell doesn’t get steamier than this.
Zekiel
owns the newest nightclub in the French Quarter. The decadent atmosphere draws
the corrupt, their blackened souls just what he likes to reap.
Jewel
is not amused. Not only has Zekiel cut in on her territory, Satan’s gotten
hardcore, upping her quota. All hell’s going to break loose if mortals don’t
start selling their souls to her.
The
race is on. Zekiel claims victory and wants Jewel as his prize for one evening.
Nothing forbidden. Nothing denied. In other words, the whole enchilada,
including voyeurism and BDSM.
After
the first promising look and lingering touch, they’re goners…even though
they’re supposed to be competitors.
This
book was previously published in a box set.
EXCERPT:
She stilled then stroked his arm. “I’m not leaving. You
can’t make me.”
“How right you are. You’re staying all night. That’s what
I won, an evening with you. My games. My rules. You forbid me nothing and don’t
hold anything back.”
Zekiel’s demand flooded Jewel with outrageous warmth. She
got lightheaded and weak.
He trailed kisses from her ear to her temple, his lips
velvety, his breath gliding across her skin.
Her lids slipped down. Bad move. She had to stop this
before he went too far. Screwing around with him when he’d been a possible
conquest was one thing. Losing herself to lust that wouldn’t go anywhere was
another matter entirely.
He turned her until they faced each other.
She sagged into him, her boobs crushed against his
massive chest, her slit snug to his rod and balls. Heaven. And a waste of
precious time when she should corrupt mortal souls. She parted her lips to
protest.
He slanted his mouth over hers and did far more than claim.
He possessed, spearing his tongue inside, entering her deeply.
Coherent thought vanished, the moment too delectable to
resist. She wreathed his shoulders and buried her hands in his glorious hair.
They staggered to the right and left, trying to get closer,
touching as much of each other as they could. He squeezed her breast and
thumbed her nipple. Delight thrummed through her. Giddy, she enjoyed the delightful
package between his legs.
Someone bumped into them.
Zekiel growled.
She suckled his tongue.
He groaned like an oversexed teen then dove in for more
passion. All man, he took what was his, cupping her ass, pulling her closer,
her belly tight to his. Not even a breath could get between his sex and hers.
The way it should be with lovers.
Internal alarms rang. Dismissing them, she pushed his
tongue from her mouth and filled him instead, sweeping his inner cheeks and
teeth.
An uncivilized noise poured from him, deeper than any
sound the music could make.
Reckless and wanting, she ground her hips into his,
needing to crawl inside his body and become a part of his core, making him her
new home, a shelter against every crappy thing in her life.
Right. He was a
reaper, her main competition.
Good luck getting over that hurdle. Once they fucked,
she’d be an afterthought to him, and a nuisance he wouldn’t let inside his damn
club.
Outrage and sorrow coursed through her. She tore her
mouth free and gasped. Perfume, perspiration, and booze scents filled the heavy
air. Beneath those fragrances were odors from too many vile souls.
Zekiel stood in the way of her getting even one.
His breathing was rough, hair wonderfully mussed. She’d
pulled his tee from his jeans and unzipped his fly. No way did she regret that.
He smiled lustily. “More.”
An eternity wouldn’t have satisfied her. Better not to dream.
She locked her knees and forced herself to stay put. “No.”
Surprise then confusion raced across his face. “Why not? What
happened between a few seconds ago and now?” He pointed at her. “Don’t you dare
say you didn’t enjoy our kiss. You’ll never convince me of that.”
The crowd hooted and whistled at the newest song. A
skinny young man spun in place, lost his balance, and rammed into Zekiel.
He waved his hand again. An invisible force pushed the
kid away. Not once did Zekiel’s attention stray from her.
Damn, he knew how to make a woman feel important. She should
lie about that and everything else but couldn’t. “Okay, so I did enjoy it—you—what
we did. Satisfied? If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.”
“Not here.” He cuffed her wrist and reeled her in.
“Aw, come on. I’m desperate. If I don’t make my quota
tonight, you have no idea the bad shit that can happen.”
He pressed her hand to his chest, nothing but hard slabs
of muscle. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.”
“Why? You want to gloat worse than you already are?”
“I thought I was being nice.” He eased her hair behind
her ear.
She slumped against him, hating herself for being weak
and wanting him so badly. Oddly enough, he did seem to be a good guy with a
wicked streak she honestly liked. “Let me do my thing and then we can talk.”
“That’s not the way competitions work. You haven’t given
me my prize yet.”
“You don’t remember my tongue halfway down your throat?”
He laughed. “I’ll never forget it. But it was far too
little.” With his arm around her waist, he led her to the left.
She held back. “We’re not staying here?”
“Too tame for what I have in mind.”
A pulse beat deep within her channel, already slick from
arousal, primed for his rigid cock. “Are you sure?”
“Yep. Too noisy, too.” He settled his hand on her tummy
and skimmed her waistband. “First, we go to a place where you tell me what
Satan has in store for you. Then we play.”
Pain and pleasure. Sounded like a plan. And a recipe for
disaster. “I shouldn’t. I can’t.”
“You will. Come on.”
About
Tina:
Tina’s an Amazon and international
bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with
heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic
Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’
Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of
the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion
competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the
Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at
a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: she’s an
admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has
been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When
Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine
airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’
book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.
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I’ve always been creative, but never
took up writing until I was recovering from surgery, was on a lot of meds, and
let my imagination loose. Once off the meds and healed, I edited the story, building
and rearranging, working through drafts until I was happy.
2. Describe your desk / writing space.
I sit in front of a walnut stained
secretary desk with a hutch holding an array of keepsakes. Albums, picture
frames, my Snoopy collection, souvenirs, and nostalgic knickknacks line the
shelves of the hutch.
My work space is a wonderland of
post-it notes in three different colors: pink, neon-yellow, and green. On the
right corner of my desk, shoved between the monitor and notary stamp, is a
yellow, mini-spiral notebook that contains book outlines, plots, and ideas.
Little sticker tabs separate the notebook into different sections. The tabs not
in use are floating on the surface of pamphlets and lists of login information
to accounts I hardly visit.
A leather bounded diary with nautical
embellishments, complete with anchor bookmark, holds random thoughts and
sketches. A mechanical pencil can be spotted, hiding between the yellow
notebook and leather diary. Its extra parts—erasers & extra graphite are
strewn about the entire desk.
Between the post-it notes there are
three hacky sacks. There’s also a rectangular leather box with a brass
kaleidoscope made to look like it was used on a whimsical pirate ship.
It’s a happy mess.
3. Do you have a writing routine or do you write when inspired?
I try to stick to a schedule, but
that normally doesn’t happen and I end up writing when inspired.
4. How do you come up with the title to your books?
When I write a book, I usually have a
broad idea of what I want to call it, but I usually decide when I’ve finished
the first draft. Almost like a parent meeting their new born. They might have
an idea of what they want to name the child while pregnant, but that can change
when they see the baby face to face and realize he isn’t a Jim, he’s a Stephen.
Kind of like that.
5. What was the hardest scene for you to write? Which scene was your favorite to write?
Intimate scenes. They are my weak
spot. I feel like I can never get them exactly right.
My favorite ones are when I’m describing
something for the first time. When I introduce the reader to a new environment,
object, or food, my goal is for the reader to feel the mist and sun on their
skin. I want them to see in minute details what the character is looking at and
taste the juice running down their cheeks as character bites into fruit.
6. What inspired your book/series?
My fantasy series, Dalya was inspired
by the song, Lord of the Dance. Somehow, it was stuck in my head and my
imagination took over. I pictured a king singing the song—a much more sinister
version—while destroying a village of people who disobeyed him. At first, the
story was going to be about him and how his reign ends, but I didn’t want to
tell it from his perspective. That’s where Megan comes in.
My
other series, DNA Demons N Angels was inspired by a recurring nightmare. It’s weird, I know. But I
kept having a dream that out of the blue I was pregnant and that it was a
demon. One day, I played around with the idea of what it would be like to be
the mother of something different. The story grew from there.
7. What are you working on next?
After that, I plan on writing the
second book in my paranormal romance series, DNA Demons N Angels. I’m playing
with the title, Raising Hell, How to Survive the Terrible Twos. Here is a link
to the first few chapters of the first book. DNA
Demons N Angels
8. What authors or books have influenced your writing?
There’s a few. I’d say Margaret
Atwood, J.R.R. Tolkien, John Conroe, Jim Butcher, Kevin Hearne, Karen Marie
Morning, Jennifer Estep, Laini Taylor, and Chuck Palahniuk are some of the
biggest influencers. However, I’d like to think I’ve absorbed a little bit from
every book I’ve read.
9. If you could live anywhere, in this world or fantasy, where would you live?
I’d love to live on a winery in
southern Italy. The architecture is breath-taking and I love the small villages
with cobblestone streets, knowing your local artisans by name and buying
locally from them. There’s something really romantic and peaceful about that
small village lifestyle that I hope to one day experience.
If I got to live in a fantasy world,
it would be made of chocolate and it wouldn’t be frowned upon if I ate
everything.
I’m a steak and potatoes kind of
lady, but the steak needs a decadent brandy cream sauce and buttery garlic
whipped potatoes.
11. Coffee or tea? Wine or beer?
A good cup of black tea with a little
bit of sugar and milk is my go to in the morning. If I drink coffee, its half
milk, and I don’t count the how much sugar.
I love sweet, fruity wines.
12. Describe yourself in three words.
Curious,
Spaz, Sensible
Katie
Zaber, author of the series Dalya and DNA, is a fantasy author whose
imagination knows no bounds. As a child, her parents read stories about
Atlantis and other fictional places that she dreamed of exploring, fueling her
love of history, adventure, and fantasy. She loves to spend what little free
time she has winemaking, baking, and reading. When she has a full day to
herself, you can find her at the beach or at a winery. Her favorite meals are
the ones her boyfriend cooks, and she loves spending quiet nights at home with
him, binge watching new fantasy shows or play video games.
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Cardea
climbed on top of him and brushed her naked body along his shaft in a slow,
sensual cat-like crawl. His muscles caressed her skin, and she wanted him more
than she’d ever wanted another.
“Ye
desire to ride the horse.” He chuckled, low and soft. “I thought as much.”
She
slid onto him, his length eliciting tremors throughout, the passion and
bloodlust building to great heights. The hard lines of his face softened, and
his eyes brightened to a joyful blue different from the tormented darkness
always present there. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, teasing her
nipples to peaks. A blissful shiver rushed from her nipples to her sex.
“I
enjoy the view from here.” He grinned at her.
She
glided up and down on his hard, sleek shaft, circling her hips to find the
point of pleasure. Pleasing shocks coursed through her pelvis, the orgasm
cresting. She used her inner muscles to squeeze his length, eliciting a groan
from him. It filled her with a sense of power to have such a hold on him if
only for a short time.
Aedan’s
breathing grew ragged with exertion as his orgasm closed in.
She
bent against his chest and found the bulging vein in his neck. Her breasts
pressed against his muscled chest in a pleasing crush, their hearts beating as
one. The blood pumped in his vein, loud and hypnotic, demanding she drink. She
licked his neck, savored the saltiness of his skin, and lost her hold on her
emotions. Overpowered by the bloodlust, Cardea’s eyeteeth lengthened with both
desire and hunger. Her lower body trembled, giving her the sensation of
teetering on the edge of an abyss.
“Cardea,”
he whispered in a ragged voice, grasped her hips, and pushed himself deeper
within her, his entire length pressing to her core.
Aedan’s
body quaked and rocked beneath her, his deep penetration inducing moans and
shudders from her. Groaning, he exploded his seed inside of her in a powerful
pent-up surge.
His
potent orgasm sent her over the edge. She sank her fangs into his neck and
drank his warm blood. Overcome with multiple orgasms, she plummeted into the
blissful abyss. His life force flowed into her, exhilarating and intimate,
linking them together. Just as she reached the bottom of the chasm, she
experienced the sensation of being lifted by dark wings, hovering above the
clouds in the land of the moon and stars.
Fire
engulfed her body, rendering her powerless as if the brilliant sun were about
to turn her into ash. His blood tasted sweeter than any she’d ever swallowed.
She forgot about everything else, and she could not stop drinking his blood.
“Cardea?”
He resisted, and then his struggles weakened.
A
sudden clear thought rang inside her head, and she pulled herself away. He lay
still, and panic quickened her pulse.
“Aedan?
Oh no. Wake up, Aedan!” She shook him hard until he let out a soft groan.
Cardea
woke as if from a daze. “What have I done?” she cried.
He’d
think she was an animal for feeding on him, and she could not endure the
disgusted look he would surely cast upon her.
Before
he could recover his senses, she waved her hand over his face. “You will not
remember. Sleep now,” she said, speaking in the sorcerers’ tongue, the language
of the Romans.
Using
her first and second finger, she touched the two holes in his neck and healed
them with her magic.
A
realization hit her. She’d done more than just touch him and he was still
human. Something else troubled her about their dark embrace. A strange feeling
had flowed into her mind when she had taken his blood from him.
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5 Stars
Mystery, magic, and mayhem
The author weaves a plot with the skill of a witch
weaving magic.
Edwina and Mary Blackwood are more than strange even
among fellow witches. Mary’s fascination with death and stealing memories sets
her apart and stirs fear in others. Edwina tries her best to protect her sister,
but giving into one’s darkest desires has grave consequences.
Ian is left for dead, but he awakens with his memories
gone. His life is entwined with the sister witches as he tries to solve a
string of London murders.
This Victorian London paranormal mystery thriller is filled
with surprises. The author’s well-crafted descriptions drew me into the story
and held me spellbound. I’m looking forward to the next book in this series.
She’ll destroy the mobsters who murdered her brother… unless
they kill her first.
District cop Lia Blosky
warned her twin brother not to get involved with the Valesky Crime Family. He
didn’t listen. Now, he’s dead, tortured horribly before mobsters murdered him.
Out for blood, she’ll do anything to see these monsters dead.
FBI Special Agent Adrian
Kalin is connected to the Valesky Family in a way he loathes and doesn’t want.
His stepfather rules the syndicate and is tired of Lia threatening to kill him
and others responsible for her brother’s death. To shut her up for good, he
orders Adrian to murder her. Who better than an FBI agent who has no connection
to her and knows how to hide evidence?
Adrian resists, but if
it comes down to saving Lia or his brothers and mother from Dimitri’s rage,
he’ll have to choose family.
In a deadly game between
each other and the mob, Lia and Adrian fight to survive… while also
surrendering to their undeniable attraction to each other.
This is book two in the
Valesky Crime Family series, can be enjoyed independently and has an HEA.
Publisher’s Note: This
contemporary dark mafia romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action,
adventure, adult themes, and possible triggers for some readers.
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LIA
My
rubber soles squeak on the polished floor.
Tap.
The
unexpected sound stops me.
I cock
my head.
Nothing.
The
walls must be settling.
I put in
my earbuds to listen to music then quickly take them out. If I fuck up while
I’m on duty here I’ll have no income.
The
store’s main entrance is past the shoes and cosmetics, the faintly lit mall
visible beyond it.
I
proceed.
Tap.
Again, I
stop, my skin crawling. That sound isn’t coming from the building nor is it a
coincidence.
I spin
around.
No one’s
behind me.
Holding
my breath, I wait for something to pounce at me from either side.
Nothing
does.
What
the fuck?
Shaken
and confused, I face front.
Adrian advances.
No, no, no!
“You
need to come with me,” he says.
To make
my murder easier on him? His jeans, tee, and biker boots show he’s dressed for
manual labor… like digging a grave.
Instinctively,
I reach for my gun, which isn’t there. This mall doesn’t want their security
guards involved in shootouts even if they’re cops. Standing down is their
preference. My only weapon is my phone.
I pull
it out and back away.
He
follows. “If you plan to call 911, that’s not a wise choice. Remember, the cops
in this area are on Dimitri’s side not yours.”
Just
like him. Together, they could easily subdue me. Once I’m cuffed or hogtied,
transporting me to another location for the final kill would take zero effort.
I shove
the phone back in my pocket but keep retreating.
He
matches my every step. “Lia, come with me, please. If you don’t want to
go into WITSEC, I can take you somewhere safe.”
Like a
fucking grave?
No
thanks.
He may
be bigger and have a gun but I know this place. He doesn’t.
Using
that to my advantage, I back toward the escalators. They’re turned off but
still lead away from him.
His gaze
jumps from me to them. “There’s no need to run. I can protect you.”
Liar.
Bastard.
I don’t
stop.
Neither
does he.
Junk
jewelry displays crowd the area a few feet from the escalators. No one bothers
to put that stuff away. Thieves wouldn’t bother with it.
At last,
I stop.
Adrian
does, too. “Please say you’re coming with me. I’m begging you.”
I’d
rather he was shrieking in agony from a bullet to his dick or gut, but keep
that venom from my voice. “We can talk. That’s it. I’m not promising anything.
Got it?”
“Sure.”
He gestures behind himself. “Let’s go outside to my car or yours. Whatever
you’re comfortable with.”
I won’t
relax until he’s dead. “I have to close up first. There’s a door upstairs I
need to lock.” I point to the upper floor.
He nods.
“I’ll go with you.”
“I’d
rather you didn’t.”
“Lia,
please.”
I feign
indecision then nod. “Fine.” Alert and impatient, I wait for him to step
closer.
When
he’s no more than a foot away but still coming, I push the junk jewelry display
in his path.
Unable
to stop, he trips over it.
I lift
the next display and bring it down hard on his back.
His
breath whooshes out. He falls face forward… directly in my path to the mall
entrance.
Before I
can get around him, he’s pushing to his knees.
Shit.
I race up the
escalator to leave from the exit I mentioned.
Tap,
tap, tap.
He’s
steps below me, murder in his eyes, his gun drawn. “You’re going to fucking
stop,” he says, “and you’re going to do it now.”
Tina’s
an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance
for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites
have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist
in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib
Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place
in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s
Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production
company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.
Website: http://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/?zx=95d61d0b25f33bf4
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