April 26, 2013 | 2 Comments
Five minutes into Miss Eugenia Talbot’s presentation at court, notorious rogue Mr. William Grant made her laugh, ruining her debut. To hush up the scandal, Eugenia’s aunt hires a matchmaker to quickly find a suitor— anyone except the infamous William Grant—to help restore Eugenia’s reputation. But amiable Eugenia shows a disturbing tendency to follow her heart, and is again caught in the company of notorious Grant. When a traitor creeps closer, threatening to ruin more than just Eugenia’s reputation, her kindheartedness may be her ultimate undoing…
Book Savvy Babe’s Review:
From the beginning to the end of this book, I had a smile on my face. A Wedding In Springtime is a delightful, fun, sweet, all-around fabulous read. The story begins with Lady Eugenia’s debut to the Queen of England, and what a fantastic, memorable debut it was. I was laughing out loud and fell in love with Genie right then because the girl held herself together much better than I would have in that situation. After the embarrassing debut, Eugenie needs to find a husband quickly if she is to salvage her reputation. Genie’s aunt, cousin, a dowager duchess, and a new friend work together to find Genie a match. However, while the ladies are husband-hunting, their men are caught up in intrigue involving French spies, gambling debts, and trying to avoid the marriage traps.
I love the characters in A Wedding In Springtime, they are colorful, quick-witted, and amusing. Genie Talbot and Penelope Rose are unconventional ladies, they speak their minds and they prove to be much smarter than society would give them credit for. Mr. Grant is quite an entertaining character, he loves his fine, colorful clothes and living a life free from the marriage noose. However, he is attracted to Genie in a way he had never been attracted to a woman before. Genie challenges Grant to want more from life, to be more and care about more. They make a wonderful pair, both of them are light-hearted, caring, and they love to laugh.
There are multiple perspectives and viewpoints throughout A Wedding In Springtime. I got to know many of the characters, understand them, and they really pulled me deeper into the story. I did not want to put this book down once I started reading it. The first chapter had me hooked, and the continuing story held my attention, made me laugh, and intrigued me with the various plot threads of matchmaking, treachery, and romance. Amanda Forester did an excellent job with this book, the plot is complex, there are many different threads and side stories, but they all come together for an exciting conclusion that left me very happy and very eager for more.
I definitely recommend A Wedding in Springtime to historical romance readers. This book is a delightful read that you do not want to miss. I am so excited that there are more books in this series to come, I can not wait to see what comes next for the characters.
Add this one to your wish-lists and get your pre-orders in! Happy Reading!
April 25, 2013 | No Comments
As dragon shifters, Remy and Philippe had spent their lives searching for their perfect mate, and in Lilly Montague, they found her. But enemies from their past are threatening their happiness. Dragon law dictates that they must meet the issued challenge and face their enemies in battle. But when Lilly sees them in Dragon form, will she be able to accept them?
Book Savvy Babe’s Review:
I was drawn to this book by the dragon shifters. I love dragon shifters and am always curious to see how they are portrayed. Add in some steamy scenes and I’m game. Dragon’s Lair: The Summoning is the a short read (only about 50 pages), and the second book in the series. I had not read the first installment of the series, so when I began reading The Summoning, I was a bit lost and taken aback. The opening pages jump right into steamy scenes, and I was not quite ready for that. As I continued reading, I picked up on the relationship dynamics between Lilly, Remy, and Philippe. The three are a in a menage, committed relationship. Lilly is the human mate to both Remy and Philippe, who are dragon shifters. Remy and Philippe’s past catches up with the when old enemies kidnap Lilly.
The Summoning is a novella, so the story lines are not super developed. I only briefly got to know the characters, but I liked them and their unique relationship. The dragon shifter magic supernatural elements were interesting and made me more curious about them. Even though it took me awhile to understand the romance and relationship between the three main characters, the sex scenes were pretty hot, and explicit. (To be clear; this is an erotic story is about a menage featuring 2 men and 1 woman.) There was more to this story than sex, there is a kidnapping, fighting, and dragon magic.
I would have likely enjoyed this book more if I had read the first book and understood the characters better from the beginning. Nevertheless, Dragon’s Lair: The Summoning was an enjoyable, steamy, quick read, and I still love dragon shifters. I would recommend reading the books in order though.
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April 24, 2013 | No Comments
Publish date: April 1, 2013
Reviewed by Keri, The Book Pirate
Blurb from Goodreads:
There’s more than one way to be powerful . . .
It is during a routine school project that Abby Silva–sixteen and nearly friendless–makes a startling discovery: She is descended from women who were accused of witchcraft back in 1600s Salem. And when Abby visits nearby Salem, strange, inexplicable events start to unfold. Objects move when she wills them to. Candles burst into sudden flame. And an ancient spellbook somehow winds up in her possession.
Trying to harness her newfound power, Abby concocts a love potion to win over her longtime crush–and exact revenge upon his cruel, bullying girlfriend. But old magic is not to be trifled with. Soon, Abby is thrust headlong into a world of hexes, secrets, and danger. And then there’s Rem Anders, the beautiful, mysterious Salem boy who seems to know more about Abby than he first lets on.
A reckoning is coming, and Abby will have to make sense of her history–and her heart–before she can face the powerful truth.
The Book Pirate’s Review:
High school is tough for anyone, especially the hidden nobody with a tall lanky physique and frizzy wild hair. Add to that budding, unharnessed magical abilities and ancestors pushing those talents to the surface and you have a possible train wreck waiting to happen. Welcome to Abigail Silva’s life.
Mystery, magic, and the gorgeous guy next door? Sign me up! My heart raced every moment Rem was on a page. For once I wished to be the pining nobody just so I could lay eyes on what May Gold had in mind for this character.
As for the quality of writing, Maya has done a superb job keeping a quick pace, yet explaining everything a reader needs to keep up. The suspense was perfect, bringing you into the witchy world of Salem with all of the normal fears and excitement.
I would consider this a great weekend read for the young adult, and a fun novel for a middle schooler. There is nothing inappropriate, yet the slight romance is still hanging in the balance of the pages. Great lessons can be taken from the struggles Abby faces.
I actually hope for a sequel from Ms. Gold or a similar read in the future!
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April 23, 2013 | 4 Comments
It hasn’t been the best week for Jessica McClain.
Her mate has been kidnapped by a Goddess hell-bent on revenge — but Jessica is playing for keeps.
Because she’s the only female werewolf in town…it comes with its own set of rules…and powers.
Aided by two vamps, two loyal Pack members, and one very reluctant human, Jessica must rescue her man while coming to terms with what being a wolf really means.
All in a day’s work for a girl.
The second novel in the Jessica McClain series is a full on action adventure featuring one angry Goddess and plenty of monsters, demons, and a few newly risen beasties…
Book Savvy Babe’s Review:
Werewolves, vampires, witches, goddesses, and more collide in Hot Blooded, the adventurous and exciting sequel to Full Blooded by Amanda Carlson. The paranormal world includes all sorts of supernatural creatures but is centered around Jessica McClain, the one and only female werewolf. Hot Blooded picks up where Full Blooded ended, and the book is filled with action from start to finish. Jessica is on a mission to rescue her mate from the clutches of a jealous goddess. The quest is full of traps and life-threatening dangers. Jessica’s new powers are tested and pushed, but she is determined to get her mate back, or die trying.
Hot Blooded is truly an action-packed book. There are dangers and enemies at every turn and Jessica learns more about her powers and abilities with each new challenge. Her twin brother Tyler and her pack-mate Danny are helping her on the challenge, as are two vampire trackers and a human who doesn’t know when to let well enough alone. I loved all the action and the challenges, but I felt that with each challenge, all the characters would sit around and chat about the magic, dangers, possibilities, and consequences a lot. They spent quite a bit of time chatting, and at times the chatter felt repetitive and I wanted the characters to quite squabbling over everything and get to the rescuing. Also, since the mission was to rescue Rourke, he wasn’t in this book as much as the first book, and I missed him. Hot Blooded was more about Jessica learning more about her abilities and less about her developing relationship with Roarke.
Even though I missed some quality Rourke time, I really enjoyed this book. I love the concept of Jessica being the only female werewolf and having immense, unknown powers. She is obviously has a powerful destiny and I love how her story is unfolding. From the minute she turned wolf in book 1, Jessica has been caught up in non-stop action. The paranormal world that Amanda Carlson has created is complex and filled with all sorts of imaginative, unique paranormal beings, as well as the standard vampires, werewolves, and witches. The more Jessica becomes involved in the paranormal world, the more intriguing the story becomes.
Urban fantasy and paranormal fans, I definitely recommend this series. This series is best when the books are read in order. If you pick up book 2 without reading book 1, the story bight be unclear or confusing in places. Hot Blooded is an excellent installment in the Jessica McClain series and I already can’t wait to read the next book in the series.
April 22, 2013 | 2 Comments
Heart of Darkness, a stand alone vampire romance novel by Felicity Heaton, is on offer for just $0.99 / £0.99 / EUR 0,99 until April 28th. That’s a saving of $3 on the normal cover price of this paranormal romance ebook. This bargain deal is available at all Amazon Kindle, Kobo and Apple iBooks Stores.
Heart of Darkness was an Epic Ebook Awards 2013 finalist in the Paranormal Romance category.
Read on for the blurb and links to where you can grab this discounted novel.
A vampire prince on a four hundred year old mission to avenge his murdered sister…
Aleksandr Nemov won’t stop until the last of the vampire hunter’s progeny is wiped from the Earth. Each kill has stolen a piece of his humanity, pushing him towards the black abyss all vampires hold within their hearts. Now he is teetering on the edge, close to devolving into a beast, and time is running out as he tracks the last hunter to Prague. There he finds a beautiful woman who could be his one chance for salvation, but is it already too late for him?
A vampire guard who will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves…
Elise is dedicated to her duty. It’s the only thing she has left. All that changes when she meets Aleksandr in Prague and her master grants him permission to stay at her bloodline’s mansion. She knows all about Aleksandr but none of it prepares her for how she feels when the legendary prince’s hunt becomes one for her heart. Elise battles him with all of her strength but can she stop herself from falling for the handsome hunter? When he reveals the depth of the corruption in his soul, will she have the strength to face the pain in her past and do whatever it takes to save him?
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It had been an easy kill.
Aleksandr Nemov stood over the body of the vampire hunter, their blood splattered across his black shirt and saturating the leather and metal vambraces that protected his forearms. It coated his fingers and the curved dagger they gripped, and the sweet scent of it heavily tainted the crisp night air. Strong moonlight caressed his back, throwing his shadow out long in front of him, across the hunter’s corpse.
She hadn’t been strong enough to fight his kind. Too young and inexperienced to best him. It had been foolish of her to try.
Aleksandr raised his hand and swallowed at the sight of the blood glistening on his fingers. It tempted him to taste it.
He dragged his eyes away and settled them back on the female laying on the grass of the small public space, her blood warming the frozen earth. He hadn’t fought a woman in a long time and hadn’t expected to find a hunter so soon after arriving in Prague.
The fountain nearby bubbled regardless of the frigid temperature, defiant of the frost that caused the grass around it to glitter.
Aleksandr glanced at his bloodied hands again and then closed his eyes against the temptation. He took no thrill in the hunt. Yet he found no calm in its aftermath. There was only the threat of unending darkness that beat within his chest and encroached upon his soul. It bled into his eyes. He could feel the jagged points of black that speared the red. He had too much blood on his hands but he couldn’t give up now, not when he was so close to attaining his vengeance.
With great effort, Aleksandr sheathed his dagger against his left hip and wiped the blood away.
The smell of it still permeated the air, taunting and filling him with the dark urge to feast on the hunter’s remains. He refused to obey the voice within that commanded him. His kind had fought hard against it and no Nemov had turned to the darkness. They were stronger than that, and he would die before it happened to him.
“You… what are you doing here?” A light female voice shattered the darkness within him.
Aleksandr glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She stood with the fountain at her back, the cascade of water providing wings that completed the vision of beauty. Moonlight bathed her skin, turning her round eyes dark and her hair as black as the uniform she wore.
The red bled from his eyes, returning his irises to grey, and he straightened to his full height, desiring to look his best even when he looked his worst.
She brought her right hand up to reveal the blade clutched tightly in her fingers, held backwards with the blunt edge tucked against her forearm, ready to slash at him if he made a wrong move.
“I won’t ask you twice.” Her strength surprised him.
Such a beautiful creature.
Before Aleksandr could find his voice, she was gone. He turned, blocked her attack with the metal covering his left vambrace around his forearm, and attempted to disarm her. She dodged his counter-attack with ease and came around behind him. He spun and blocked her again, and this time managed to get a hand on her before she leapt backwards, out of his reach, and bared her fangs.
His heart beat harder.
She attacked again, her cry piercing the silent wintry night, and brought her blade down hard. It was difficult to block it. She was strong and skilled for a female. He strafed left and right to avoid her knife, trying to find an opening that he didn’t really want to take. She was fascinating. Beautiful and deadly. Everything a vampire should be, yet there was something more to her. She turned and brought her leg around in a swift kick. The heel of her black knee-high boot smashed into the side of his head, sending him down.
Aleksandr rolled onto his feet and blocked her again. Why couldn’t he bring himself to fight her? He could barely bring himself to defend.
Her red eyes narrowed on him and she growled, exposing her extended canines again. His cheek throbbed where she’d caught him. He would bear a bruise there before the hour had passed. She lunged at him and he barely avoided her blade. If he survived the fight that was. He ducked when she swung at him and swept his leg around to take hers out. She jumped it and rewarded his effort with another hard kick to the head, sending his brain spinning out of control. The darkness threatened to return, goading him into attacking. He didn’t want to. He would not attack another vampire, especially not a female.
Definitely not her.
She huffed as though disappointed. Was it because he wasn’t fighting or wasn’t falling? Aleksandr kept his arms in front of him, blocking her swift attacks with his vambraces, and staring at her face the whole time. Fascination wasn’t the right word for what she did to him.
The warmth he felt, the intense attraction, the abject desire to look into her eyes forever, even when they only promised him a slow death. It was more than fascination.
He wanted her.
“I do not wish to fight you.” Aleksandr leapt backwards, away from her, and raised his hands.
Her grip on her blade tightened and she attacked.
He left himself open to see what she would do. Her clothing was formal—a black military-style jacket that only reached her waist and tight black trousers coupled with polished riding boots. She looked like a guard. If she were, she surely wouldn’t kill him.
If she weren’t, he was making a terrible mistake.
The moment she neared him, she sheathed the blade, threw herself forwards so her hands pressed into the dirt, twisted and launched herself at him feet first. Had he wanted to defend himself, it would have been impossible. The speed at which she locked her knees around his neck, sending him falling backwards with her momentum, and slammed him into the icy earth knocked the breath from him.
Aleksandr stared at her where she perched on his chest, straddling it with his arms trapped in the crook of her knees and her blade against his throat.
He laid beneath her, sprawled out, his back aching and freezing.
Utterly in love.
She leaned forwards. A single strand of her dark hair had fallen out of the tight bun at the back of her head and grazed her cheek. Her soft breath against his face carried the enticing scent of her blood. Her eyes went from darkness to a lighter colour that the moon stole from him. Beautiful.
Aleksandr swallowed, causing the knife to grate his Adam’s apple through his thick beard. He wished that he had cleaned up now before coming to Prague. She wasn’t exactly catching him at his best.
“You will answer for entering my bloodline’s territory.” She pressed the blade harder against his throat. “I’m taking you in.”
“No need to be rough.” Aleksandr smiled slowly. “Unless you like it that way, of course.”
She was off him in an instant, her weapon still held at the ready.
Clearly, she wasn’t into the rough stuff like so many of his kind. With the thrill of hunting denied them, they had to find excitement elsewhere. Dancing with death through sharing blood was the most intoxicating thing a vampire could do without risking their humanity and many of them did it often. He had never been into that sort of thing.
Aleksandr sat up, grazed his fingers over the silvery scars on his wrist, a reminder of why he was tracking and killing vampire hunters, risking his humanity, and then got to his feet.
The female backed off a step, but remained close enough that she could easily attack him if he tried to leave. He didn’t want to, but if he did, she wouldn’t be able to stop him. A woman was no match for him.
First a female hunter and then a female guard. Prague was a modern progressive city, or the world was changing faster than he realised. He had noticed it for a few years now and had been struggling to adjust ever since. He hadn’t expected the change to happen within vampire society too. The males had always been the ones to take care of the females. His gaze settled on her. Now there were females capable of taking care of themselves. It was both disturbing and intriguing.
Aleksandr went to move but she was in front of him before he could take a step.
“Can I at least gather my belongings?” He motioned towards the coat and bag that waited near the fountain.
She looked at them and her gaze tracked back and settled on the corpse. Her pupils narrowed and then she frowned. Had she only just noticed that he had killed someone? She sniffed and then looked at him, her pale eyes falling to his shirt and then his hands, carefully taking all of him in. He liked the assessing edge to her gaze, and the way it lingered on his body a moment before coming up to meet his. She stared into his eyes, long enough that he felt as though she was renewing the spell she had cast on him, and then nodded.
“I desire an audience with your master.” Aleksandr crossed her path and picked up his long heavy black coat. Her gaze remained on him, intent and focused.
He put his coat on, picked up his black bag and slung it over his shoulder. When he turned to face her, she was looking at the dead hunter again. The way she stared at it, studying it closely, made it clear that she hadn’t seen a fresh kill in a long time.
Or she hadn’t seen anything quite like the butchery that had happened tonight.
Aleksandr clenched his fists and reined in the dark hunger that the memory evoked. He was in control now, not his instincts. The hunt would continue until he had avenged her and had rid the world of her murderer’s progeny.
He would not surrender until then.
For four centuries, he had tracked and killed them, his anger still fresh in his heart, the pain of losing her still raw. He would not surrender until he had killed the last of the hunter’s line and protected his people.
The woman stepped forwards and his attention was back with her. The second his gaze locked with hers, the darkness inside him receded, washed away by the light in her eyes and her beauty. He had thought of nothing but the hunt for four hundred years, had closed himself off to society and focused on his duty, but the woman before him stole his attention away from it so easily. It drifted to the back of his mind with the darkness, unknown to him in this moment while her eyes held his. She wasn’t afraid of him. She had fought him without fear, and with strength and skill that he had never expected to find in a female. She enthralled him.
Looking into her eyes, Aleksandr realised something dreadful. He was too close to the edge. The feelings she evoked in him were ones he had long forgotten existed. It was strange to feel warmed inside by happiness to have met her, desire to make her belong to him, and hunger for the feel of her bare body against his. He had not felt such positive emotions in decades.
He was losing himself.
“Follow me,” the woman said and he did, using her as a distraction from his dark thoughts.
She was young. He placed her at barely over two hundred years old, her appearance somewhat of a human in their mid-twenties. She was at least six inches shorter than him, and slender. Her strength had surprised him because of those facts alone. Young females were often weak and needed protection. She had strong blood in her veins.
Aleksandr ran a hand over his matted long dark hair and then rubbed the several months’ worth of beard on his face. What did he look like? He felt like a mess now, both inside and out. She had definitely caught him at his worst. If he had looked as he had back in his days at court, he was sure she would be looking at him differently.
He was sure that she would recognise him for who he was.
She walked swiftly ahead of him, not once looking back to check if he was still there. She had mastered her senses then. He could feel them fixed on him. How strong were they? He had honed his to perfection through years of training and hunting, but he hadn’t sensed her approach. He had been too lost in the darkness.
His gaze slid down to her small backside and the way it moved as she walked mesmerised him.
He hadn’t really wanted to meet her master, but saying that he did seemed like the easiest way of remaining near to her.
Aleksandr lost track of how long they had been walking. He looked up when he sensed the presence of more vampires. Black wrought iron gates punctuated an endless grey stone wall ahead. Beyond them stood the extensive bleak façade of a mansion. Light emanated from many of the rectangular windows marking the three storeys, at least on the left side. On the right, they were mostly dark hollows. Two male guards at the gate saluted the woman and then eyed him with suspicion as he passed through.
Who was his escort? She was strong, spirited, and these men ranked lower. If she weren’t dressed as a guard, Aleksandr would have placed her as a lady of the bloodline. A female guard. He still couldn’t quite comprehend it.
He followed her up the gravel drive to the house, walking on the left side of the wide expanse of frosty grass that stretched into the distance in both directions. It was a habit of his to mask his footfalls. It had saved his life more than once. The long grey stone front of the mansion was imposing and cold even in the moonlight. The size of it told Aleksandr that this bloodline held the power in the city, or they were the only one resident.
They crossed the large parking area in front of the house, passing a fleet of identical black Mercedes-Benz limousines. This bloodline was definitely doing well for itself. Judging by the fact that the woman had been in the city whilst wearing her uniform, it had to be masquerading as a military school of some sort. Many bloodlines bought privacy from the local government by donating large sums of money and setting up such a front. The humans never questioned them. It had been the easiest way to keep their species secret for many centuries. At least some things hadn’t changed since he had left society.
The moment she entered the house, Aleksandr’s attention was back with her. She hurriedly smoothed her warm chestnut hair back into the tight knot, fixing her appearance. In his opinion, she didn’t need to fix it at all. The slight wanton edge her messy hair gave her was alluring to say the least. His gaze drifted to her throat and he frowned when he spotted her bloodline’s mark on the back of her neck. It was an elaborate black ink crest with a stag incorporated into the design.
They passed another pair of male guards and Aleksandr glanced at the back of their necks. The mark was visible above the collar of their short black jackets. A strong bloodline.
He had forgotten who ruled Prague. Perhaps they would be able to help him after all and his coming to their master would prove beneficial in more than one way.
His grey eyes slid back to the woman. She looked over her shoulder at him, her aquamarine eyes briefly fixing on his before she turned away again.
Aleksandr quickened his pace and fell into step beside her. She glanced at him again and then looked forwards. His gaze remained on her as they walked along the elegant gallery at the front of the house, heading towards the lit area he had seen on the left of the building. She had soft features—youthful and graceful. Her oval face, pale skin, and rosy lips set his heart racing again, quick enough that it almost matched a human heart rate. A flicker of a frown wrinkled her brow and her eyes darted to him and then away. He steadied his heart, aware that she could hear the effect she had on him. Her heart was beating at a restful pace, a soothing patter in his mind.
She moved ahead, entering a large red drawing room. The vampires relaxing in it were powerful but none of them were stronger than he was. He carried on without glancing in any of their directions, following his temptress. She turned right in the room, heading towards a guarded set of dark wooden doors. When she reached them, she faced him, her expression stern.
“Wait here,” she said and the guards stationed on either side of the doors opened them for her.
Aleksandr lowered his black holdall from his shoulder. The two dark-haired male guards eyed him. He smiled but it didn’t relieve the tension. It only made it worse. The one on his left cast a glance over him and Aleksandr was thankful that his long coat hid his dagger from view. The female’s voice drifted through the open doors to him and he looked at her. She stood in the middle of a dark green room, the back of a gilt-framed green velvet couch in front of her. A male spoke to her in Czech, his voice a lazy drawl.
Tired of waiting, Aleksandr walked into the room, his knee-high boots heavy on the polished wooden floor. The woman’s blade was at his throat again in the space of a breath. Aleksandr halted and looked at the man her body had shielded from view.
He was young to be leading a bloodline, only in his late twenties in terms of appearance, meaning he was little more than four hundred. He would have been born around the time that Aleksandr had begun his hunt.
The man leaned back into the green couch opposite the one near to Aleksandr and the woman and crossed his long black-clad legs. He smiled without any trace of charm or meaning and preened his short sandy hair back.
“This man desires an audience with you, Master,” the woman said and Aleksandr glanced down into her clear blue eyes. She looked away, towards the leader of her bloodline.
“Then allow him to introduce himself so I may know with whom I speak,” the master said in English.
Aleksandr was familiar with both English and Czech. He had understood everything the master had said to the woman. He wasn’t interested in guests and wanted him gone. His opinion would change once he knew who Aleksandr was. It always did.
Aleksandr’s gaze met the guard’s again, holding it for long minutes. Whenever he set eyes on her, he was struck by her beauty as though it was the first time he had witnessed it. He willingly accepted her blade against his throat because it meant she was near him. Soon she would be this close to him without a weapon. He was sure of it. He would ask for sanctuary and the master would grant it. It would give him time to clean up his appearance and then he would start a new hunt. One for this woman.
His gaze slid across to the master and locked with his hazel one, silently showing the younger vampire that he wasn’t the most powerful in the room by a long shot.
“I am Aleksandr Nemov,” he said in a calm measured tone.
The female’s shock rippled through the knife at his throat, which was gone an instant later. She stepped back.
“You will not mind me requesting proof of that claim,” the master said.
Aleksandr smiled behind his beard. It was to be expected. He had been absent from society so long that many probably thought him dead.
With a flourish, he unsheathed and presented his bloodstained dagger. The curved silver blade caught the warm light of the fireplace to the left of the couches. That same light made the gold handle shine brightly. Only a Nemov carried such a weapon, and it had been given to him at birth, inscribed with his name so those who died by it knew who had taken their life. When the man nodded, he sheathed the blade and took hold of his black shirt above his right hip. He pulled it free of his trousers and revealed the mark he bore there on his pale skin.
The mark of royalty.
The woman’s eyes widened, fixed on the crescent moon on the shield of his bloodline.
Aleksandr lowered his shirt and she slowly raised her eyes to his. She blinked, fumbled with her own knife, and then looked away. The shy sparkle in her blue eyes added to her beauty and his desire for her, momentarily stealing his attention away from the other occupant in the room.
“You will stay a while with my bloodline. It would do us great honour.” The master stood and crossed the room to Aleksandr.
The woman stepped to one side, her eyes still downcast.
The master grinned and held his hand out. “I am Ladislav Černý, and I welcome you to my home. I hope you will be able to enjoy our hospitality for a long time.”
Aleksandr shook his hand. Ladislav was young but wise enough to see a way to gain more power when it was standing in front of him. Being favourable to a royal would grant him more leeway with the law and more privileges in court. It was a shame then that Aleksandr had long since surrendered such authority. No matter how many times he reminded society that he was no longer royalty, it still insisted on treating him that way. In this sort of situation, he usually reminded them that he had given up his title, but this time he couldn’t bring himself to mention it. He wanted to remain here and pursue the woman, and for that reason alone, he would tolerate Ladislav’s mistake.
“We will hold a ball tonight to celebrate,” Ladislav said, his English thickly accented.
This man was no fool. He would serve Aleksandr well. His gaze slid back to the woman. Her eyes were on him again but darted away when his met them. How well would she serve him?
“Then I will need to freshen up.” Aleksandr removed his hand from Ladislav’s grip.
“Any room in the guest wing you desire, and I will arrange whatever you need.” Ladislav motioned to the woman. Her expression blackened for a moment, as though escorting a guest was beneath her, and then she saluted.
Aleksandr picked up his bag and smiled at the woman. She answered it with a frown and then walked out of the room. His smile widened and his gaze raked over her.
She was going to be an interesting hunt.
But he would be the victor.
Thanks for stopping by everyone! Book deals are my favorite, so I hope you enjoy Heart of Darkness!
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April 22, 2013 | 4 Comments
Allison Sekemoto has vowed to rescue her creator, Kanin, who is being held hostage and tortured by the psychotic vampire Sarren. The call of blood leads her back to the beginning—New Covington and the Fringe, and a vampire prince who wants her dead yet may become her wary ally.
Even as Allie faces shocking revelations and heartbreak like she’s never known, a new strain of the Red Lung virus that decimated humanity is rising to threaten human and vampire alike.
Book Savvy Babe’s Review:
Wow. This sequel to the Immortal Rules is an excellent read. When the story begins, Allie is on her own. She left her new friends safely tucked away in Eden and went in search of her sire, who was being tortured by a crazy, evil vampire. Along the way, Allie meets up with Jackal, her blood brother and previous enemy. The pair come to a tense truce to find their sire. The search leads them to hidden laboratories, clues about the Red Lung virus and a possible cure, and a new destination, New Covington. Allie has to return to the city she was born in, face her past, save her sire, and try to stay alive.
The world in The Eternity Cure is a paranormal dystopian world full of monsters and desperation. The setting drives the story, which has excellent plot development. There is so much to this story, so many twists and turns. Allie was a fairly simple girl before she died and became a vampire, she was a survivor. This survivor has turned into a fierce and loyal key player in a deadly world. Allie is still young, she died at 17 and her young age shows through at times. She is still a young woman, she has confusing feelings about a boy and her “family” pushes her buttons. She may be vampire, but I understand her motivations and fears, and I really like her character.
I am very happy that Zeke was a prominent character again in this book. Zeke is stubborn in his own way, he hangs on tightly to his own anger and emotions, but he is like Allie in that he is fiercely loyal. Through all the hard, difficult, and gruesome moments, Zeke pulls through and is a huge support to Allie. I even grew to like Jackal. There seems to be a lot more to Jackal than what he shows on the surface and I am immensely curious to see how his character grows and changes through the series.
I loved the fast-paced nature of The Eternity Cure. I have said that the plot development is excellent, and that plot keeps the story moving. I was turning pages as fast as I possibly could to see what would happen next and try to guess what the outcome would be. There are both successes and failures throughout the book. There are thrilling moments, and gut-wrenching, devastating moments as well. The Eternity Cure is tells a full story, but Julie Kagawa did her job and left me wanting more. I have to know what happens next, there are huge questions left unanswered. I am very much looking forward to reading the third installment of this series.
Paranormal and Dystopian fans would really enjoy this series. The first two books have exceeded my expectations and I am fully impressed. I have become very attached to the characters and absorbed in the world. This series is technically YA, but the content is violent and very mature. I absolutely recommend reading this series, but I do recommend reading the books in order.
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