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Spotlight: Thirty-Four and a Half Predicaments by Denise Grover Swank

 


Book seven in the New York Times and USA Today
bestselling
Rose Gardner Mystery series.
Rose Gardner hates seeing her normally flamboyant best
friend Neely Kate struggle with depression. So when Rose stumbles onto a piece
of evidence indicating her birth mother might have been involved in a crime,
she does the one thing guaranteed to cheer Neely Kate. She convinces her friend
to help her solve a mystery. Though their penchant for investigating has gotten
them into plenty of pickles in the past, what can go wrong if they’re looking
into a case that went cold a quarter of a century ago? But the deeper they dig,
the more dirt they unearth.
While she’s busy unraveling the past, Rose must also
reprise her role as the Lady in Black as part of her ongoing agreement with the
king of the Fenton County underworld. In so doing, she discovers a mysterious
enemy is intent on attacking her friends, and her assistant DA boyfriend might
be next on the list.

 

As both situations reach a boiling point, Rose must
face the possibility that certain secrets were meant to remain buried and not
even her special talent can get her out of every predicament.

 

“I thought you’d been banned from the Piggly Wiggly.”
I turned around to see my former neighbor standing in line behind
me. The octogenarian looked the same as ever—cranky—only there were some
new faint blue streaks in her white hair.
I lifted my chin. “I guess that’s just proof you can’t believe
everything you hear.” I pulled a bag of pasta out of the cart. “I like what
you’ve done with your hair.”
She patted the top of my head. “What happened to my hair is none
of your business.”
Fair enough. I turned my back to her.
“Are you still living in sin with the assistant DA?”
“I could argue that the answer to that question is none of your
business, but I have nothin’ to hide. So if you’re asking if Mason and I are
still living together, the answer is yes.” I set a container of strawberries on
the conveyor belt. “What have you been up to, Miss Mildred? Have you stalked
any other neighbors lately?”
“The neighborhood has been remarkably quiet since you left. Murder
and mayhem are at an all-time low.”
“You can’t blame Miss Dorothy’s death on me. That was Jonah
Pruitt’s mother.”
“And then there was the bank robbery.”
“I was an innocent bystander. Besides, you weren’t even there.”
She pointed her finger at me. “I heard about your job at that
stripper club. God rest your poor momma’s soul.”
“I never stripped! I never even took my clothes off!” I protested
louder than I’d intended. She didn’t need to know Neely Kate had taken a
disastrous turn on the stripper pole.
A mother with two small children was rounding a corner just then,
about to head down another aisle. Her mouth dropped open and she gave me the
stink eye as she shoved her poor preschool-aged boy on the other side of her,
away from me, as though my presence might somehow infect him. Only she pushed
him a little too hard and he crashed into a cereal box display on the endcap.
An avalanche of boxes came crashing down on him and his mother.
“Look what you did!” Miss Mildred shouted, louder than any
loudspeaker could hope to be. Every person in the front of the store turned
their attention to her.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” I shouted. “I wasn’t anywhere near that
display!”
The store manager walked toward the cash register as Bennie—who
was sacking my groceries—stared, taking everything in.
Miss Mildred narrowed her eyes and pointed her finger at me. “You
are a menace to society. I’m gonna start a petition to have you kicked out of
town.”
“You can do that?” If so, maybe I could somehow get Hilary kicked
out on her rear. But my excitement over possibly evicting her was short-lived.
I quickly remembered Joe saying if he had the authority to force her out of
town, he would have done it by now. “Well, I guess that’ll give you some
excitement to take your mind off how boring the neighborhood’s become without
me.”
That wasn’t the reaction she’d wanted, but she clamped her mouth
shut.
The mother of the boy was trying to dig him out from under a pile
of boxes while her little girl started sobbing. “I lost my brother!”
The store manager had rushed over to help, but he kept throwing
glances my way that clearly said he was trying his best to figure out how to
blame me for the latest mishap.
Thankfully, the cashier said, “That will be one hundred and
thirty-six dollars and fifty-nine cents.” Her tone let me know she was just as
eager to be done with me as her boss was.
Bennie was bagging the last of my items. “Look, Miss Rose. I was
careful with your eggs.”
“You did a great job, Bennie,” I said as I dug through the cash in
my wallet. The girl was crying louder and her brother had joined in the chorus,
although not because he was hurt—he was upset his mother had dug him out of his
new fort. The afternoon had gone from bad to worse and I just wanted to go
home. When I realized I didn’t have enough cash, I handed the cashier Mason’s
credit card.
She glanced at it and turned it over. “This isn’t your card.”
I rested my hands on the small shelf near the conveyer belt,
wondering why I hadn’t just slid the card through the card reader. “It’s okay.
It’s my boyfriend’s.”
“But it’s not yours.”
“Well, no. But he gave it to me to use.”
She looked over her register toward the fracas behind me. “Ed.”
But Ed was too busy tripping over boxes and dealing with the irate
mother to hear her.
“Ed!” she shouted, and when she got his attention, she continued.
“We got a case of identity theft at register four.”
“What?” I gasped.
The mother looked up at me like I was one of the horsemen of the
apocalypse.
Bennie’s eyes widened like saucers. “You’re a thief, Miss Rose?”
“What? No!” I turned to the cashier. “I didn’t steal his identity.
If you’ll just call Mason, he’ll tell you it’s okay.”
Miss Mildred gave me a smug grin. “I knew you were wicked since
you were little. It was only a matter of time before you were put away in
prison.”
“I didn’t steal Mason’s identity!”
The cashier’s frown deepened and it was a wonder she hadn’t set
permanent lines in her face. “You can tell it to the Henryetta Police.”
Crappy doodles.

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Denise Grover Swank was born in
Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area
until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities,
four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back
to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which
she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include
witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with
her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents
include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of
caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of
smell allows her to
perform many unspeakable tasks.
 She has six children and hasn’t lost her
sanity.
Or so she leads you to believe.
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Email: DeniseGroverSwank@gmail.com
 
 

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Book Review: Devious Minds by K.F. Germaine

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Title: Devious Minds
Author: K.F. Germaine
Release Date: April 23
Book Tour: April 27 – May 8
Genre: New Adult Comedy
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A New Adult Comedy

When Sydney Porter transfers to Northern University, she’s ready to put her past behind her. Landing a job on campus as an irreverent radio personality, she uses the anonymity to air all the campus dirty laundry—earning the infamous Sunday Lane more than a few enemies. But her true passion is spinning records, even if Drunk Earl is her biggest fan.

Sydney’s junior year kicks off with the promise to be amazing. Or at least it does until Gray Peters, hotshot quarterback, unexpectedly reenters the scene. His presence threatens to destroy everything she has going, as well as resurrecting a night Sydney never wants to remember or repeat. She’d run away like a coward, but this time she’s determined to stay and fight.

A twisted battle of wit and trickery ensues, with one common goal—vengeance. Sydney and Gray set out to make each other miserable. But misery loves company, and soon, walls are destroyed and truths are revealed that could change their future forever.

*** Due to mature sexual situations and language, this author recommends an 18+ reader ***

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I added another track, exploding the speaker with a fast beat, and danced around until I felt a pair of hands run up the sides of my thighs, slow and easy.

“What are you doing?” I yelled up at Peters. He was standing directly behind me and the top of my head landed just below his chin. His answer was to pull my backside into his hips.

“I’m dancing, Sinister.” He groaned into the back of my neck. “This is what you wanted, right? No inhibitions. I’m your bitch tonight, right? We can start flinging knives in the morning.”

I let out a cracked laugh, not quite understanding this one-eighty in his personality. “You don’t bring a knife to a gun fight, Peters, but if you’re referencing your dick, I’d be shocked to receive a paper cut.”

He pressed even farther into me as I continued to mix.

Looking back on this now, I should have just elbowed him in the stomach and tripped him off the edge of the balcony, but I was drunk. Elated by the dancing crowd. Everything about this place screamed sex—the people, the lighting, the sweat dripping off bodies, and his husky breathing against my ear breaking down my protective dome. I tried to muster the strength to stop him, but with my mind half altered, my body took over completely.

As if he knew I was struggling, he gently lifted the back of my damp hair and planted his lips on my neck. His tongue swept across my skin, and he softly moaned over my fret board. I released a sharp breath into the microphone, and he laughed against the back of my ear.

“What… are… you—”

Before I could finish my pathetic plea to end this, his hands slid over my front, gliding down my stomach and stopping just before the waistband of my underwear.

“Peters,” I rasped.

His hand rolled over my shirt, and he pulled it deep between my legs. I let out a breathy groan into the microphone and tipped back my head until it rested against his shoulder. Peters dragged his tongue up the inside of my neck like I was a Popsicle—his favorite flavor—long and flat. He pulled my sweat into his mouth.

When the music rose to a sharp crescendo, so did my panting, right into the mic. It was hard to believe this six-foot-two behemoth could deliver such a delicate touch, but I didn’t have to turn around to know it was him. My body had a memory of its own.

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Favorite Quotes:

“His awkwardness only tripled when a female was within a ten-foot radius.  He didn’t even have to see her.  It was like his body sensed estrogen and folded in on itself.”

“Her long, dark hair fell in loose curls down her shoulders, and her iridescent-blue eyes made my brown ones feel like pebbles of dung slapped into sockets.  If there were ever a girl to make you feel like crap just by breathing the same air, it was this one.”

“It was like seeing Bigfoot cross your path.  Strange and eerie, and you spend the entirety of your life searching for it again because you can’t believe your eyes.”

“Allison Meyers, you faked explosive diarrhea for me?  That’s the most disturbing and sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Her ruby hair was pulled so tightly in a bun her olive skin stretched against her skull.  It looked as if she’d run head on into a strip of saran wrap.  And that permanent snarl on her thin lips, well, it would rival a rabid bulldog’s.”

My Review:

I smirked, snorted, and laughed aloud while reading this smart and snarky little missive, what fun!   Both protagonists are intelligent, witty, clever, insightful, misunderstood, stubborn, and outright mean – and they are perfect for each other.  Their wicked smart mouths and conniving personalities are lethal weapons they use against each other while locked into a vengeful feud – due to a misunderstanding following a previous romantic encounter.  A misfit music geek and a smart jock who likes art, what an interesting and dynamic pair.  But I just have to profess my love for an author that has a star football player “squealing,” in front of his girlfriend, then screaming and running in terror from a spider web.  K.F. Germaine’s writing was crisp, whip smart, and stellar.  I was hooked during the first few pages, and knew it was going to be a fun house ride before I had finished the first chapter.  The story was entertaining and unpredictable.  I adored her entire lineup of varied and quirky characters, and even the ones that I wasn’t expecting to like – were still intriguing to me.  I will forever smile when I see a can of refried beans.

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KF Germaine is a Pacific Northwest native and part-time author. Besides reading too late into the night (4 AM is still considered night, right?), KF has several life pleasures which she won’t list because, well, it begins to read like an Oscar-winner acceptance speech and no one wants to hear about her hairdresser. Instead, KF believes one’s secret enjoyments are more telling. So to name a few: Circus Peanuts candy, watching country music videos on mute, and awkward/borderline-inappropriate conversations with grocery clerks.

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Spotlight: Anissa’s Redemption by Zack Love

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Title: Anissa’s Redemption

Author: Zack Love

Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Romance

Cover Design: Ashley Byland

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Anissa Toma fled war-torn Syria after narrowly escaping the massacre of her Christian family by Islamists. Fortunate enough to rebuild her shattered life in New York City, the young refugee gained admission to an elite college, where she excelled. Her beauty, brains, and purity soon captured the interest of two powerful men: Michael, an activist working to establish Antioch, the first Mideast Christian state, and Julien, her professor and one of the city’s wealthiest bachelors.

As Anissa’s saga continues, the refugee-turned-rising-star must navigate between Michael and Julien, while trying to help her surviving relatives and other vulnerable Christians in Syria. As she gets closer to both men in a complex and evolving love triangle, can she unlock Julien’s traumatic childhood to open up his heart? Or will Julien find greater solace from his nightmares and other demons in the sessions with his intriguing therapist? What will Michael do for Antioch and for Anissa, and what will Julien’s role be? How far will each person go to help Anissa’s remaining family and other persecuted Christians at risk in Syria? Find out in this stunning sequel to “The Syrian Virgin”.

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And I’m also torn about Julien. I think I’m falling in love with him,
even though I really don’t know anything about him, except that he’s
incredibly smart and successful and has horrible nightmares. But I
know nothing about his family, his childhood, his past loves, or
anything else for that matter. And every time I’ve tried to ask about
even the most basic details of his childhood, he manages to change the
subject or turn the focus to me. All he has ever told me is that he
grew up in Mexico, and was extremely close with his mother, who died
of cancer shortly after he graduated from high school. That’s
literally all I know about a man who is becoming an obsession – a man
I want to love even more than I realized I could love.

My relationship with him is so important – not only because he seems
like a potential soul mate (if I could just get him to open up more),
but also because of what he has done, and can continue to do, to help
my family and community. Last night I tried to bring us even closer by
offering him a priceless token of my love and gratitude, but he
refused to accept it from me, which left me feeling strangely rejected
and unsure about him again. I’ve been wondering whether he wouldn’t
take my necklace because he’s afraid he won’t stay with me over the
long term.

I just wish that I didn’t feel so much weaker and more vulnerable than
Julien. Will there always be a giant power disparity between us
because I need his help so much? And I know nothing about him… Am I
really falling for a man who is almost a complete stranger?

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Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he studied mostly literature, psychology, philosophy, and film. After college, he moved to New York City and took a corporate consulting job that had absolutely nothing to do with his studies. The attacks of September 11, 2001 inspired him to write a novelette titled “The Doorman” and heightened his interest in the Middle East. A decade later, that interest extended to the Syrian Civil War, which provided the backdrop for his latest work. In late 2013, Zack began releasing his unpublished works of fiction and became a full-time author. He has published comedy, psychological and philosophical fiction, and romance. Zack enjoys confining himself to one genre about as much as he likes trying to sum up his existence in one paragraph.

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Spotlight: Discovering April by Sheena Hutchinson

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Title: Discovering April

Author: Sheena Hutchinson

Release Date: April 27th

Publisher: SL Hutchinson Publishing

Genre: New Adult Romance

Cover Art: www.CoverMeDarling.com

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April Landau thinks she has everything she’s ever wanted. Her high school sweetheart, a house she can’t afford, her bipolar tabby cat, and she’s all set to begin her Junior year of college. Just when she least expects it, her life gets thrown for a loop. When things between her and her long time boyfriend unravel, she becomes stuck in a downward spiral of emotion. Finally, opening her eyes to the fact that she may have given up more than she ever could have imagined in this relationship. She finds herself struggling to keep her head above water.

Enter April’s next door neighbor— Jared Hoffman. He’s her complete opposite. A high school drop out who was forced to take over his parent’s business after their untimely death. It’s no surprise this tragedy affected him greatly, causing him to recede almost completely from society.

But he has one secret. A secret he’s been carrying around for years.

What happens when their worlds collide? Can an old friendship be the one thing that brings these two back to life?

A new adult love story filled with drama, sex, death and the complications of all of the above.

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My head is still pounding when my eyes flutter open the next day. My brain is throbbing inside my skull and I punch the pillow underneath me, scaring Jinx out of his slumber. He meows in protest before hopping off the bed. Looking around, I’m in my bed. How did I get here? I groan in pain as I prop my pillows up and lean my head back against them. It’s then that I feel the eyes on me. Tilting my head straight again, I glance out my window. My eyes lock with those big brown eyes of Jared’s across the way. He looks down to his phone and back up again. My phone chimes with an incoming text.

“UGHHH!” I moan, blindly reaching for it. It slips a few times before I grasp it between my fingers and look down to read.

How are you feeling?

Closing one eye, I text back, Like someone ran over me with a truck, then backed up and ran me over again.

Lowering my phone, I watch as he smiles from my text and disappears from view. I’m trying to piece last night back together; it’s like a fragmented mirror that has shattered all over the corners of my mind. I remember laughing with Ro about her sexual conquests and then I remember red and blue lights and… Jared. Starting to feel hot, I throw the covers off of me and lay like a starfish, trying to get my mind to focus. Glancing down, I notice I’m wearing my pajamas. Before I can process any further, the door to my room creaks open. Jared walks in with a cup of water and a closed fist.

“How did you get in?!” I yelp, trying to sit up in bed, and pulling the covers back over my braless tank top.

“I left the back door open when I left last night,” he informs me as he opens his fist to show me he brought a hand full of Advil.

“You brought me home last night?” I rub my head before reaching for the pills and water.

“Yup, after you called me to pick you up from the police station.”

“I WAS WHERE?!” I scream as water comes spraying out of my mouth.

“Police station. Apparently, you popped a guy in the face.” He smirks.

I squint my eyes, vaguely remembering the heavyset guy that tried grabbing my ass in front of the bar.

“Whoa!” I have to lean my head back against my pillows when the information begins to become too much for me. “If you took me home, how did I get into pajamas?!

The smile that crosses Jared’s face is a mixture of a blush and a sly smirk that makes my insides twist with anticipation and excitement. “Jared…”

“That… you did on your own. I had nothing to do with that!” He holds his hands up in surrender.

“What? I just stripped in front of you!”

“Well, once you got your shirt off, there was really no stopping you…” he teases and my eyes widen in embarrassment.

“Oh my God!” I slump down, pulling the covers back up to my face. “Did we… ya know…” I mutter, completely mortified now.

“Uh, that would be a no.”

“Oh, thank God!” I sigh.

“Thanks a lot!” He comes to his feet now, turning to look out the window.

“Not like that, it’s just … I don’t like to do things I’m not conscious for.”

“Yea, completely plastered girls that get arrested and throw up in bushes are really sexy!” His voice drips with sarcasm.

“I threw up?!This just gets better and better.

“Twice.”

“Twice?” I’m mortified, staring at his amused face.

“Well, after the first time I thought maybe you needed something to eat.”

“Oh no…”

“Yeah… I’ve never seen someone eat a Big Mac that fast before…” He stares at the wall as if remembering my weak moment.

“Oh my God!” I groan, throwing the covers over my entire body. I curl up in a fetal position, planning to never come out again. The room grows silent. It’s starting to get hard to breathe under the sheets when I feel the mattress by my feet cave slightly.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. We all have our moments.” He pats my feet through the sheets.

“Just when I think I’ve reached rock bottom, things just seem to drops out from under me and I’m at an all new low!” I roll over, trying to pull the covers with me, but Jared’s weight prevents it. My head comes peeking out as I roll over, facing away from him.

“April, I think I just determined your major.”

“What?” I curiously twist to look at him again.

“Drama. You’re such an actress. Now, put your big girl panties on and get up!”

I stare at him for a second; did he just say what I think he said? He waits about two seconds before getting up and opening a drawer to my dresser. “Are they in here? Nope!” He closes it and opens another.

“STOP!” I scream, stumbling out of bed, horrified.

“How ‘bout this one?”

“Okay! Okay! I’m up!” I slam the drawer closed just in time to save myself further embarrassment when Jared eyes my plain old undergarments. I sigh when the pounding in my head launches my stomach into action and I collapse onto the corner of the bed.

“You okay?”

“I refuse to puke again!” I respond, taking another deep breath. “Jared…”

“Yea…”

“I could use some donuts.”

“Okay.” He pauses for a few seconds, looking down at his feet before adding, “I’ll be outside then.”

And he leaves me alone in my room.

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“Why, Jared Hoffman, do you not want this?” I tease, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He smiles, his hands bracing themselves on the bed at either side of my head. “I didn’t say that… it’s just I don’t want to rush anything.”

Jared’s shirt falls open when I finally reach the last button. His perfect abs are shadowed and defined by the moonlight. My eyes start up his chest. “Rush?” I whisper softly as my hands graze their way up his biceps that frame my face. “Jare… this has been seven long years in the making. I think we’ve waited long enough.”

He pauses for a second. I hear his breath hitch in his throat as his dark eyes study my face. For some reason, I’m surprised when I feel Jared’s lips on mine. The passion between us is renewed at my admission. It’s my turn to moan against his lips. My legs automatically slide up and down his, causing my dress to hike up slightly before my legs wrap themselves around his waist. His hands make their way up my side slowly as if ingraining into memory the curve of my body. My hands have automatically found their way to his belt. I slip my fingers through it and release the hook, swinging it open. Before I know it, I’m unbuttoning his jeans. That’s when I feel his hands squeeze me tight. His lips leave mine for the first time since I spoke, and I feel them slowly trace their way down my neck. My fists clench against the skin on his waist.

“Oh, Jared,” I groan.

His body freezes above me for a fraction of a second. His head lifts out of the crook of my neck to meet my eyes again.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you call my name like that?” he whispers.

My hands find their way to his face and mingle with his hair. “There’s more where that came from.” I shoot him a sexy smirk before pulling his lips back to mine.

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Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can’t seem to hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny has lead her back to her true passion for writing.

She constantly strives to be a positive role model and writes stories that empower and inspire. Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after.

While God is currently still writing her love story, she continues to put all her effort into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.

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4 Paws For Piper Charity Book Auction

4 Paws For Piper Charity Book Auction

Now’s Your Chance:
The 4 Paws for Piper Book Auction is underway. The Heath family have already reached the goal for Piper to recieve her sidekick, but they’ve expanded their efforts to help other children with service dog needs. Service dogs are expensive, an expense often not covered under health insurance, and when you add the expense on top of the other cost of dealing with an ongoing condition, a service dog can quickly be out of reach. Stop by and check out the book catalog, and maybe YOU can help a child in need and their family. 
Here’s a list of the authors who donated books…
Abbi Glines Helena Hunting Michelle A. Valentine
Adrienne Frances Jaime Whitley Michelle Kemper Brownlow
Alexis Moore J.A. Redmerski Michelle Pace
Allie Everhart Jay Crownover MJ Carnal
Aly Martinez JC Emery Molly McAdams
Amanda Mariel Jenn Cooksey Nancy Haviland
Amy Harmon Jennifer Armentrout Nashoda Rose
Andrea Randall and Charles Miles Jennifer Benson Natasha Boyd
Andrea Smith Jennifer Probst Naughty And Nice Book Blog
Angela Lockett Jennifer Sivec NB Baker
Angelisa Stone Jenn Sterling Nikki Groom
Anna Crosswell Jessica Park Penelope Douglas
Anna Zaires Jillian Dodd Penelope Ward
April Isabelle Ordonez Joanne Christenson Penny Reid
Arie Lane Jodi Ellen Malpas pepper winters
Ash-Morning Books and Coffee Jodi Picoult Rachel Van Dyken
Aurora Rose reynolds Julie Hockley Rae Matthews
Belle Aurora Julie Jaret Raine Miller
Berkley/NAL Kallypso Masters Ranae Rose
Beth Ehemann Katherine Urbahn Randi Cooley Wilson
Beth Flynn Kathleen Brooks Raw Books
Beverly Tubb Katie Ashley Rebecca Donovan
Bria Starr Katy Evans Rebecca Rohman
Calia Read K.A. Young Rebecca Shea
Cambria Hebert KC Lynn Renee Carlino
Carian Cole Kelly Elliott R.K. Lilley
Cassia Leo Kendall Grey R.L. Merrill
Cassie Shine Ker Dukey Ryan Michele
C.C. Wood Kerry Dill-Genova SamanthaTodd
Cecilia London Kimberly Blalock Samantha Towle
chantal fernando Kimberly Knight Sarah Dosher
Charlaine Harris Kim Holden Sarah Piechuta
Chelle Bliss Kirsty Moseley Sarah Robinson
Christina Lauren K. J. Farnham Scarlet Wolfe
Christy Baldwin Kristann Monaghan S.C. Stephens
Ciara M. Martinez Kristen Ashley SD Hendrickson
CJ Roberts Kristen Proby Shelly Crane
Cleo Scornavacca Kristie Verdurmen S. L. Scott
CM Foss Kristina Rienzi S.Moose
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Corinne Michaels Kylie Scott Stacey Mosteller
Daisy Prescott Laurelin Paige Stacy Darnell
David Salkin Lauren Stewart Stephanie Dillander (Books you can’t put down)
Debra Anastasia L.B. Dunbar Steph Campbell
Desiree Holt Lesley Jones Steph Campbell & Liz Reinhardt
Destinee Hardwick Libby Austin Sylvia Day
Dina Silver Liezel’s Book BLog Tali Alexander
D. Kelly Lily Paradis Tambra Nicole Kendall
D. M. EARL Lisa Edwards Tara Sivec
Elisabeth Grace Lisa Halcomb Tarryn Fisher
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Ella Fox Liz Reinhardt Theresa Sederholt
Elle Boon Lizzy Ford T.H. Hernandez
Elle Kennedy LL Collins Tiffany King
Felicia Tatum Lori Otto Tijan
Fern Curry Love Between the Sheets Tina Gephart
Francine Richetti Madeline Sheehan Tina Reber
Gail McHugh Madison Sevier Tina Susedik
Gia Riley Mahalia Levey T.K. Leigh
Gina L. Maxwell Mandi Becks TM Frazier
Ginger Ring Margie Hager Tracey Garvis Graves
Gretchen de la O Meghan Quinn Vi Keeland
Hailey Edwards Melanie Dawn Wren Handman
Heather Dahlgren Melissa Brown Zoey Derrick
Heidi McLaughlin Mia Asher


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Jani Kay

Series Book Review: Scorpio Stingers MC by Jani Kay

 Scorpio Stinger MC Reading Order
Ryder – Prequel Book
#0.5 
http://amzn.to/16FqI8o
Two Worlds Colliding Book #1 http://amzn.to/18YEzbA
Unchain My Heart Book #2 http://amzn.to/1CGDC3M
A Biker Christmas Novella Book #2.5 http://amzn.to/1zK5kZP
Gods & Monsters Book #3 http://amzn.to/1FIqz3J
Tormented Book #4 Add To Goodreads
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My Rating:

4 hearts

 

Favorite Quotes:

Ryder:

“Apparently the kind of men I liked, were as easy to find as unicorns.”

“I was aware that a perfect man was non-existent.  So I wasn’t waiting for a perfect man.  I was just waiting for the man who was perfect for me.”

“For a small girl, I had the power of Thor in me when I was mad.”

Worlds Colliding:

“The feral groan that rumbled from his chest made my heart sing.  I liked that I could affect him this much.”

“Trouble is Cobra’s middle name.  Follows him like a stench.”

“I let him hold me, let him stroke my back, soothing me while he hummed.  This was a side of the touch, badass biker I doubted anyone had ever seen.  Was he even aware he was doing it.”

“I never knew I could feel like this about another person.  I can’t name what I feel, because I’ve never felt it before.”

Unchain My Heart:

“My heart was beating so hard against my ribcage, I was afraid a few bones would be broken…”

“And the closer I came to death, the more I appreciated life.”

“That’s how you make me feel Eva.  Breathless.  Out of control.  As if I’m going to die.  But at the same time, excited beyond imagination.”

“See, I have a strong belief that things happen for a reason.  I’m just glad you happened to me.”

Biker Christmas:

“Even the bad times with Jade were good, but the good times were what I breathed for.”

“Holy Mother of all good things.  This man… I loved him so completely.  Every corner of my heart belonged to him.”

“You are my home, Princess.  The place I always want to be – the center of my universe.”

Gods and Monsters:

“Razor was good at providing comic relief when situations were tense, even though he usually didn’t intent to be funny.”

“Like two pieces of a broken puzzle, we fit together perfectly, healing one another in a profound way.”

“I’m a cranky crab, you know I always draw into my shell when I’m hurting.”

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My Review:

I have been living in Jani Kay’s world of the Scorpio Stinger MC, and their babes, for several days now.  5 books and 940 pages later – and I was sad to finish – but am eagerly looking forward to her next book in the series.  Ms. Kay’s writing is so descriptive, steamy, and absorbing, that I found it was all too easy to lose myself in her words, even though I am totally unfamiliar with anything leather or Harley related.  I have become so familiar with her rough and tough alpha-male characters that I swear I can hear the growls and rumbles in their voices, and feel the vibrations of their… engines.  Her characters are passionate, hot-tempered, clever, funny, perpetually horny, well-endowed, and multi-talented Romeos that love and protect their women, and each other, with every fiber of their beings.  Hmm, where can I order up one of those?

  

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Meet Jani Kay

Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book – always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else’s eyes.

Besides reading, her favorite ‘thing’ is traveling – she has traveled
the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby – Scrapbooking – keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.
Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness – arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).
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EMAIL: janikaybooks@gmail.com

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Spotlight, Giveaway: Protecting Shaylee by Elle Christensen

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Book: Protecting Shaylee (#1 Fae Guard Series)
Author: Elle Christensen

Genre: Paranormal Contemporary Romance



Synopsis

As a child, I believed in the fairy tales my father told me.
Until he was gone and with him, that belief.
As a girl, I believed in the friendship and protection of Aden.
He made me begin to believe again.
As a woman, I believed in the possibility of love and passion between myself and Aden.
Until he was gone and with him, my belief in magic and happy endings.
When she was a child, I was tasked with her protection.
As a girl, I became her friend.
As a woman, I could no longer see the child I knew and was forced to fight a growing attraction.
Unable to lie and unable to tell the truth, I left.
Now I’ve returned to give the knowledge I couldn’t before, that she is half Fae.
The darkness is stalking her and I am desperate to teach her what she needs to know to protect herself.
And determined to make her mine.





I’m a lover of all things books, I’ve been an obsessive reader since I learned how to spell! I’ve been writing novels and short stories since I was twelve, but they say to write the genre you love the most, so as an adult, I fell easily into writing romance. My husband is my biggest supporter and he’s a great sport when it comes to fighting the people in my imagination for my attention. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them!





 

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