Live by the Code.
Die by the Code.
Official Synopsis: “In the magical world of the Order, Warriors fight for justice, freedom, and peace. Becoming a Warrior is an honor given to few, and twelve-year-olds Zackery Solts and Kate Black will do anything to have a place among the elite. Zack and Kate must compete against eighteen others and pass three deadly tests of courage and skill. Above all, they must be strong because while the dangers of the tests are unknown, one thing is clear: not everyone will survive.”
David James writes books about stars and kisses and curses. He is the author of the YA novel, LIGHT OF THE MOON, the first book in the Legend of the Dreamer series, as well as the companion novellas, THE WITCH’S CURSE and THE WARRIOR’S CODE. The sequel, SHADOW OF THE SUN, will be released in late 2013. Living in Michigan, he is addicted to coffee, gummy things, and sarcastic comments. He enjoys bad movies, goofy moments, and shivery nights. Be sure to visit David’s blog and facebook to learn more about his various addictions and novels.
If Mario Puzo and Jane Austen crossed the time-space continuum and mated, FIRST, I LOVE YOU would be their literary baby.
Imagine being a detective with a mobster for a father, or a mobster with a straight arrow, good cop for a son. This is a relationship that is tricky on its best day. Add in some well-meaning meddling from a mob princess sister, an arrogant DEA agent, and gangsters running a human trafficking ring and you have a recipe for a book that refuses to follow the rules. Told from the perspective and point of view of each the six main characters this is the first novel in a trilogy about love, loyalty, revenge and redemption.
Omaha Detective Tommy Gates has kept his gangster father at arm’s length his whole life. Mickey Downey has spent the better part of the last two decades trying to find ways to get back the son he lost through Witness Protection. Now Tommy has taken an opportunity to work on a Federal Human Trafficking Joint Task Force in Chicago where his father lives. Tommy’s sister Kiki and his mother Mary see this as an opportunity to build a relationship between the two. Tommy’s new DEA partner James Hoffman sees it as an opportunity to gain leverage over Mickey Downey. Tommy’s other partner, FBI Agent Ginny Sommers wants to keep Tommy’s family as far from the case as possible. When Kiki and James join forces, sparks fly and it sets fire to a maelstrom of unexpected consequences for everyone involved.
One part Godfather, two parts Emma and a dash of Casablanca mixed together, FIRST, I LOVE YOU isn’t a detective novel, a gangster novel, a mystery, a romance or a family saga. It’s a little of all of the above.
FIRST, I LOVE YOU is available in print and digital format at all major eBook retailers.
“You don’t have much respect for me do you?” Kiki asked.
“On the contrary, if I ever need to know which shoes to wear to match my tie, you’d be the first person I call. If I had your number,” James said, trying to temper the sarcasm with a charming smile.
“I’m sure you already have it, along with all the other boring background check facts you recited earlier,” she rejoined, still making no move to retreat.
James admired her nerve. Maybe this princess had a bit of her father’s steel in her after all.
“That would defeat the purpose of you giving it to me,” he said.
“What purpose would that be? And you still haven’t answered my question,” she retorted.
“How about you answer one of mine first?” James asked then chuckled as she raised an eyebrow in a pretty good impression of her father. “Why would you invite your father’s old mistress to your party when she is not related to you, was no doubt the source of great pain and embarrassment for your own mother, and her presence, youhad to know, would be unwelcome with at least a few of your guests?”
“I already explained my reasons to my brother. And his opinion is the only one I care about; certainly not a rude, presumptuous, party crashing boar like yourself. You don’t know a damn thing about me,” she answered, dark eyes glittering with anger.
“What I know is there’s a lot of big important grown up things going on and the last thing Tommy needs is his spoiled little sister playing games with his family, and distracting him from this case,” he said with perhaps a bit more heat than he meant but the smell of her hair and the glittering of her lip-gloss with the hall lights was distracting him and he was trying to keep his mind on the task at hand.
“How dare you? You’re the outsider here! It’s you who should butt the hell out of my family’s private issues! And you’ve the nerve to say we can be of use to each other? Why the fuck should I help you with anything?” Kiki ground out.
“Tisk, tisk, such language, little girl,” James said with a smirk. By God, she was beautiful, he couldn’t help but think. “How about we go back to your place and discuss this like rational adults,” he finished in a playful yet suggestive tone.
She let out a huff, clearly nonplussed by his forwardness. Then something flashed in her eyes, a sort of calculating, cynical and predatory look that had him feeling momentarily nonplussed himself.
“Alright. Let me say good bye to my guests. You obviously already know where I live. I’ll meet you there in a half hour,” Kiki said, cool and collected once more.
It was more like an hour when she arrived at her door, but who was counting? They said nothing to each other as she let him inside. James looked around her one bedroom apartment and thought it was nothing like he’d expected. He’d expected lots of pink or maybe something trendy with splashy colors. It was all cool metals, finished wood, and retro 50’s style furniture. Frank Lloyd Wright stills peppered the room and books lined the entirety of one wall. Her windows were left uncovered and the city lights cast interesting reflections in the room. She threw her shawl and little clutch purse on the butterfly chair by the bookshelves. Then she walked up to him and grabbed his holster. He stopped her hand.
“What are you doing?” James asked, his discomfort at having underestimated her twice in one evening making him irrationally angry.
“You should make yourself more comfortable,” Kiki said seductively.
“I thought we came here to talk?” he prevaricated, as he took his jacket, gun and badge off.
He could tell she was playing some sort of game and it spiked his irritation up a notch. His mood was all over the place, actually. There was frustration at the blocked opportunities by his partners and Downey to further the case tonight, mixed with his desire for her, the self-disgust that that brought, the irritation with her childish interference, the discomfort of knowing she was right that it wasn’t his business what went on between her and her family.
But now she had decided to take his sexual sparring and call his bluff. Except he wasn’t bluffing. Did she think he would be scared off from her family this way? Maybe that would work with her usual limp wristed boy toys or the gumbahs who were probably too afraid of her Daddy to actually make a move, but not with him.
James hooked an arm behind her back and yanked her towards him. She gasped and put her free hand on his chest, but she didn’t push him away. She kept looking at him, eyes still full of challenge and no fear. It was like something snapped in his brain and all he wanted was to wipe that look from her eyes, to make her realize lives weren’t to be played with, manipulated. To give her a taste of her own medicine.
He gripped the back of her neck with his other hand and crushed his mouth to hers. She met his kisses with equal fervor, pressing up against him. He let go of her waist and neck and began a rough exploration of her body, not bothering to be gentle. She sunk her hands into his hair and gripped painfully. Whether to give as good as she got or from passion he didn’t know. All he knew was his body was on fire for her and all he could think about was sinking into her.
Genevieve Dewey is the author of The Downey Trilogy (First, I Love You & Second of All) and the short stories Bird Day Battalion & V-Day Aversion. She is a wife, mother, sister, friend and Anthropologist. She was raised mostly in Nebraska, partly in Arizona. She has a Master’s in Anthropology and worked as an Applied Anthropologist for years (even ran her own research company for a while) before deciding to be a stay at home mom. She loves passionate (rational) debates, reading, and libraries… oh, and Chicago and high-heels and chocolate and target practice and gangster flicks and anything with the FBI in it and run-on sentences. She lives in Nebraska with her three brilliantly diabolical children and one incredibly funny husband.
You can find Gen online at:
Title: The Trouble With Goodbye
Author: Sarra Cannon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Cover Designer: Okay Creations
Reveal organized by: AToMR Tours
Expected release: May 2013
One night can change everything…
Two years ago, Leigh Anne Davis shocked everyone in tiny Fairhope, Georgia when she broke up with her wealthy boyfriend to attend an Ivy League university a thousand miles away. At school, she finds a happiness and independence she’s never known.
Until one terrifying night takes it all away from her.
With no place else to go, Leigh Anne heads home to reclaim her old life. A life she worked so hard to escape. On the outside, she seems like the same girl everyone has always known. But deep inside, she’s hiding a terrible secret.
That’s when she meets Knox Warner, a troubled newcomer to Fairhope. His eyes have the same haunted look she sees every day in the mirror, and when she’s near him, the rest of the world fades away. But being with Knox would mean disappointing everyone all over again. If she wants to save what’s left of her old life, she has no choice but to say goodbye to him forever.
Only, the trouble with goodbye is that sometimes it’s about courage and sometimes it’s about fear. And sometimes you’re too broken to know the difference until it’s too late.
Sarra Cannon grew up in a small town in Georgia where she learned that being popular always comes at a price. She is the author of the young adult paranormal Peachville High Demons series, which she first began self-publishing in October of 2010. Since the series began, Sarra has sold over 120,000 copies and recently signed a contract with Sea Lion Books to create a graphic novel adaptation of Beautiful Demons, the first book in the series.
Sarra lives in North Carolina with her amazing husband, her new baby boy, and her teeny tiny Pomeranian, Snickerdoodle.
Cover Design: Robin Ludwig Design
Summary:A gritty, coming-of-age drama about a young woman’s self-destructive quest to find purpose, self-worth, and love in a broken world.
My name is Elise Duchamp. I’m 23 years old and I’m known as the town whore.
No, not the kind who exchanges sexual favors for money. The other kind. The kind who gives it all away for free, whenever and however she likes. I am that girl. The one everyone whispers about and the one none of the girls seem to like, because all of their boyfriends either want to sleep with me or already have. Promiscuity is my thing—the kind that slowly, violently turns my insides black, but gives me something I need.
All things considered, I’m not completely reckless. I’m safe, and contrary to popular opinion, I haven’t chucked my entire moral code out the window. Just most of it. I live in a world of careless choices, and with those choices come careless people. I cannot judge them, because I am one of them. I too bow down to the altar of the self-serving. I am not a good friend. I am not and never could be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m convinced any goodness in me shriveled up and died long ago.
But I am a replacement. That is something I know how to be, and this is a story of the lengths I’d go to in order to keep it that way.
TITLE: Iniquitous Solace
AUTHOR: Penelope Jones and Max Stories
RATING: 5/5 Stars
PUBLISHER: Cherish Desire
‘Iniquitous Solace’ is the tale of two lovelorn strangers. Chance has placed them in each other’s path, and their encounter is captured through powerful erotic poetry. Through the eyes of our poets, we follow them on an emotional journey through life. As we delve deep into their souls, we share their joys and heartbreaks, their passions and lusts. The poetry is written in the raunchy style you’ve come to love from these writers, and now all they ask is you take the plunge, and indulge in ‘Iniquitous Solace’ – their ‘Rhythmic Words of Lust and Love.’
Poetry is the soul of the authors laid bare for all to see. Poems are held up as a mirror to our own experiences, of happiness, joy, heart break, anger, and even sensuality. Do we, as a reader, find ourselves lacking and find our lives are hollow is comparison when we read a poem? Or does the poem reflect what we have lived and experienced ourselves? I prefer for the poet to reflect; touching on the human experience, rather than ply me pretty words that sound good together. A good poem should rip my soul to shreds so that their words can delve deep into the recess of my sinew. The book Iniquitous Solace by Penelope Jones and Max Stories hits the mark in my requirement for a good poetry
I’ll be frank and right up front… poetry to me is art and is subjective and therefore hard to review. I could sit in judgement and critique the turn of every phrase; but poetry is a subjective art form. As I said poetry is art, and I appreciate the art that Penelope and Max wrote in prose and rhythms. I found that they explore the human condition of sexuality through their writing, but not all the poems are sexual by nature. Both poets explore the process of being a living breathing human in their poems, which connected me as a reader to their writing. The perspective of both male and female; and the back and forth dialog made this a stellar read. Yes, sexual situations are explored, BUT…*pssst*…poets have been using flowers and fruit or bees and honey to talk about S-E-X, for hundreds of years; Penelope and Max are just more upfront about it; erotic and some BDSM imagery is used; be warned. I whole heartedly recommend this collection to our readers. Enjoy.
The Iniquitous Bad Penny, is a saucy little minx who will drive you insane with her naughtiness and cheek! A writer of super sexy poetry and erotic romance – prepare to love both the woman and her works. Whether you seek a ‘happy-ever-after,’ or a ‘randy-romp for a night,’ Penelope’s the girl for you. She’s the sauce behind ‘Naughtyville’ and ‘Little Miss Notoriety,’ so come check out her blog for other writing projects, and what’s next for her and Max at Bad Penny’s Always to Blame! It’s a visit you’ll never forget!
Max is the go to guy for those crazy sex questions that only come up during a night of drinking – because he “just knows that stuff.” When not receiving text messages with queries about British boys wearing unicorn suits and SMS messages with wine bottle adventure photos, Max wanders North America and Western Europe music festivals and clubs so he can dance his own way. His sexy companions try to keep him in line, and his work tries to keep him too busy to get into trouble – but there’s not stopping him once he has a crazy notion. That’s definitely the easiest explanation for how he got involved with Bad Penny, and how that has led to erotica and poetry collaborations, and the endless prominence of equine dildo photos on Twitter.
Description: A dominatrix is murdered; her body displayed in a show of dominance. An actress is found dead beneath the Hollywood sign. There’s a murderer roaming the streets of Los Angeles and he’s having far too much fun to stop.
Stephanie Carovella is a woman of fire and ice. She left her career, her friends and her home town of LA but she couldn’t outrun the demons of her past. When she is lured back by the death of her best friend she enters a world where no one’s safe.
Can Stephanie find her friend’s killer or will she discover that she has nowhere to run?
Ms. D’Angelo certainly grabbed my attention from the first few sentences:
Angeline closed her eyes, her breathing shaky. With tears sliding down her cheeks, she slowly counted to ten. She clutched the kitchen knife in her hands, the handle slippery with her own blood.
Let’s face it, readers often skip over prologues. We want the story, the meat and potatoes, what we paid for. However, the opening lines of Nowhere to Run, prove to be more than just additional backstory that the writer did not know how to incorporate into the main story. I was instantly immersed into a world of fear and panic. I was Angeline in the closet, waiting for her murderer to arrive.
The story kept a quick pace throughout, switching from the thoughts from the main characters, Stephanie Carovella and her friends, to the deviant, dark thoughts of the killer. The ability to know what the killer is thinking without finding out who it is until the very end increased the suspense. I was able to know that he was intently watching the characters and plotting his next move, however, I couldn’t figure out who he was. There were secret wishes that he’d walk in from of a mirror and describe himself, but that never happened. I may have taken more notes to figure out the identity of the murderer in this novel than I have with any other book I’ve read. I was on a mission to find out who it was and I’m certain you will too.
Nowhere to Run is a mix Law and Order, CSI (name that city), and Cold Case with a dash of prime time soap opera. There is always room for juicy stuff, right? The title character, Stephanie, is described by other characters in the novel as a man eater. This was well established for the reader with the fact that pretty much every male character in the book at one time or another wanted her, had her, or had to concentrate on not finding her attractive. I wish I could find that same attraction for her. While I found her clever, there was a great period while reading that I wondered when she was going to try to find the person who was responsible for the deaths of her loved ones. Stephanie was either busy getting it on with one of the male characters or we’d be made aware of a time when the getting on was being done. I did ask myself whether or not I was being fair to Stephanie. It seems that in real life, as in books, if a male character can have sex with multiple people, he’s a casanova, but when women do it, they are whores. My biggest concern was with whom and when Stephanie was swapping bodily fluids with other characters. I shook my head at her and them on more than one occasion. Read More…
Review Rating 3/5
The product of a strict religious upbringing that frowned on entertainment, Leah hides her yearning to become a pianist and instead works as an event planner and leads a relatively normal life.
Her life is forever changed when she becomes involved with Jason, a glamorous former basketball star who founded a company called Bright Horizons to help underprivileged students succeed. Yet, does he really love her? Her battered heart is willing to believe so until he was reported murdered. From then on, her life went into a tailspin of fear that shook her to her core. What ensues, a tangled web of lies and deceit, threatens to strangle her very breath, if not her life.
Who killed Jason, and why? A former lover? A colleague? A deranged fan with a sick attachment to the ex-basketball hero? Whoever it was, Leah is determined to find out—even it if means she comes face to face with Jason’s killer.
People aren’t always what they seem, she had been warned.
As the body count rises Leah finds comfort in the arms of a married man name Calvin. However, the maze of clues and dead ends she encounters keep Leah on the edge of her sanity—until all the answers are uncovered in a blistering fast unraveling that leaves her stunned.
A grizzly surprise ending gives way to a ray of hope: Eighty-Eight Keys.
I found Eighty-Eight Keys by Catherine Lavender to be a book with many surprises. As a debut novel, it was quite interesting and it was a pleasure to read. However, I personally felt there were too many characters in the book, and at times I found it overwhelming. Having two or three main characters in a book are more than enough to engage the reader; it also helps to establish a connection with said reader. I wanted to know more about Leah’s life, about her trials, and what she went through, as well as what it took for her to break free of the the religious beliefs that music was not to be shared. Maybe more background and emotional drama and angst between her and her mother, for example, would have given me more insight as to what Leah had to endure in the past as well as in the present. Secondary characters are great, but I wanted Ms. Lavender to focus more on the main characters. By doing so it makes for great plot development and the reader is invested in the characters.
I did like the transition from past to present, giving the reader a glimpse into Leah and Jason’s relationship before he died. However, the relationship they shared failed to keep me interested. His character was flawed, which I don’t mind, as I believe flawed characters are a plus in a novel. The reader follows them as they mature and change, and they become a better person, if that character is a protagonist. However, Jason, a main character in the book, is murdered, thereby never getting the chance to redeem himself. (It did seem to me as if Jason wanted to be a better partner to Leah while he was alive.) There is a part in the book, which I can’t mention due to spoilers, where Jason takes steps towards redemption, but again he can’t because he’s no longer alive. Maybe to some the possibility of what could have been is enough. However, my belief is that change and redemption are a process that readers want to read, and they want to be there when it finally happens.
The character I found to be the most interesting was Marla. Marla is the wife of Calvin, the man who Leah goes to for comfort. There is a definite attraction between them. I had the most empathy and sympathy for this character, and I rejoiced in her journey throughout this story. She displayed her vulnerability, and later on, the inner strength she needed to move forward.
The murder and the who-done-it were interesting; but if I were more invested in the characters, I think it would have been even better. All in all ,the book was engaging, and the writer is quite talented with her writing skills, and I look forward to seeing the growth in her future works.