What I Am Reading ~ Chris Quinton: Dark Waters
March 31, 2008
Bernadette Gardner: Skin
March 27, 2008
Skin by Bernadette Gardner
From: Ellora’s Cave
From my review at The Good, The Bad and The Unread
First off, I would like to say GOOD JOB! to Les Byerley for the most excellent cover of this eBook. Les is more! (so to speak) It has been a long time since I could say that to an Ellora’s Cave cover artist.
Now, for the rest of the story… Read more
Tags: Bernadette Gardner, Ellora's Cave, Fantasy Romance, Grade D, StraightWhat I Am Reading ~ Bettie Sharpe: Like A Thief In The Night
January 18, 2008
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Lila Dubois: Savage
November 14, 2007
Savage by Lila Dubois
From: Liquid Silver
I reviewed this sucker over at The Good, The Bad, The Unread.
I just want to thank Sybil for inviting my cranky ass to post over there.
Teddypig’s guest review of Savage by Lila Dubois
Paranormal Fantasy ebook published 7 Nov 07 by Liquid Silver Books
Blurb:
Anleeh spent five long years working to forget from where he’d come. No one would imagine that the calm and debonair Lord Justice was once a barbarian warrior who bathed in the blood of his enemies. Terrified of ever losing the control he fought so hard to gain, Anleeh vows never to return to his homeland of Den.
Sheltered all her life in the Temple, Siara longs for adventure. Saddled with grave responsibility due to her studious and steady nature, Siara wants to leave it all behind for a life of great adventure and purpose. When the newly crowned king and queen recruit her as an ambassador to the far off land of Den, she leaps at the opportunity. Her companion, Lord Anleeh, is not so eager.
If they are to succeed Anleeh must not only strip Siara of the trappings of civility, but demand her submission. Anything less than her complete obedience and loyalty will make them vulnerable to attack in a world where fighting and sex are considered close kin. Siara surprises him with not only her strength, but her passion and spirit. They discover exquisite pleasure and unexpected understanding in each other’s arms. Yet, Anleeh hides the truth of what he was from Siara, even as he feels his beast crawling beneath his skin.
Contains: D/s, Spanking, public sex
Read an excerpt. Â
I have to admit to buying this book in part because of Forbidden’s spectacular cover art created by April Martinez and not just the number of favorable reviews I have read of this series. This book had all sorts of stylistic references to some of my favorite fantasy writers. The Travelogue Fantasy Romance found in the first 75 pages is straight out of classic Andre Norton ~ Year of The Unicorn from her Witch World series . It’s here that he-man Anleeh starts “training” Siara to submit to him adding a whole BDSM dynamic into the budding relationship without the typical leather and chains. After the couples arrival in Den the story changed, though, and started to remind me somewhat of John Norman’s Gor series with the whole male dominated warrior culture, worshiping the primitive animal nature of man, and the manly man subjugation of woman.
Lila Dubois’ writing is top notch and I was quickly drawn into the story and its characters. My reference to Andre Norton should tell you how much I enjoyed it since this style of writing is what initially got me into reading Romance in the first place. All those early Sci-fi/Fantasy writers tossing Romance elements in liberally with their sword battles and strange new worlds. So this was a very fun read for me. Lila got me involved not so much with the Romance part though, since Siara readily admits right from the start to having already fallen for the big hunk-a-burning-love that is Anleeh and Anleeh eventually admits to himself on the journey to being ever so much more so attracted to Siara. The Romance, let’s face it, is a given the minute the sex starts happening so the main conflicts arise from their arriving in Den.
So in Den with the men, Anleeh, the great warrior, returns all civilized and sissified to this Gor-lite culture that worships only the manliest beastly man. We discover, when Siara talks with his mommy, that Anleeh really ran off to The Land Between the Sea to get away from his daddy and uncle who were all into him becoming this great warrior beast-like killer who ravages their enemies on the battle field. Sorta like how Anleeh starts sexually ravaging Siara in front of the whole Hall of warriors and family. But Siara, she likes it!
Siara on the other hand was raised in prim and proper The Land Between the Sea. So even though Anleeh helps her discover her inner sexy vixen chick she still is not all that keen on the Den idea of justice by female subjugation. Especially when she watches a woman named Allana being beaten with a cat o’ nine tails for having been caught by her husband having an affair. The guy she has the affair with, well he gets nothing, it turns out it is all about the woman’s fault for being sexually impure or something like that. How dare they!
There I was reading a dark dark fantasy with all these angst ridden conflicts which were pretty dang cool seeing as how the hero and heroine’s internal struggles with this society matched up with the whole diplomatic mission they were on. A real “mirrors within mirrors” type of deal with Anleeh seeking to come to terms with his inner psychotic beast of war and Siara coming to terms with some really fucked up male chauvinist pigs in fur pants. Then I started looking at how many pages we had left after the whole travelogue and damn, not many, so I was wondering to myself how Lila was going to resolve all these issues she kept bringing up. They were some pretty nasty issues mind you.
One day after the treaty gets signed just as our now sex crazed couple is getting ready to pack up and head back to The Land Between the Sea there is a call to arms and Anleeh rushes off to fight the bad guys for dear old dad and uncle. He returns a fully raging psychotic beast of war that he feared he would become. But Anleeh, he likes it!
Siara then uses THE POWER OF LURVE to show him what exactly he had been missing about himself all these years. That’s right all his problems were magically solved when he changes into a real beast, so she touches him and BAM he’s a panther…. Hold on! Um, what does this fix if he was upset over being a human just “acting” like a psycho killer beast? So what the hell difference does it make if he can actually turn into a wolf or a panther or a dragon or whatthefuckever? That just means he has real claws. I don’t get this ending! How does simply turning into an actual beast resolve his internal conflicts with acting like a beast in battle with daddy and uncle cheering him on? Am I being dense here? Is it just me?
Oh, and THE POWER OF LURVE also seems to resolve Siara’s conflict as well, so beating a poor woman for adultery is fine because she LURVES Anleeh and she would never ever ever do anything like that. So it does not really matter. *heh*
See how I came up with this Gor thing? I liked this story and all that but it really started to bother me in the end like some sort of immature male sexual fantasy right out of the Conan Coloring Book for Preteen Boys (published by Teddiuspigus Press). I still cannot figure out how turning into a were-dragon and flying off into the sunset fixes all their damn problems.
Grade: C
Tags: Fantasy Romance, Grade C, Lila Dubois, Liquid Silver, StraightWhat I Am Reading ~ Lila Dubois: Savage
November 7, 2007
Savage by Lila Dubois
From: Liquid Silver
The warriors of Den are unparalleled in their ferocity in battle and relentless pride, but their warrior-heart, nephew of the King, fiercest of all, was lost to Den when he disappeared into the ranks of the Temple army.
Anleeh spent five long years working to forget from where he’d come. No one would imagine that the calm and debonair Lord Justice was once a barbarian warrior who bathed in the blood of his enemies. Terrified of ever losing the control he fought so hard to gain, Anleeh vows never to return to his homeland of Den.
Sheltered all her life in the Temple, Siara longs for adventure. Saddled with grave responsibility due to her studious and steady nature, Siara wants to leave it all behind for a life of great adventure and purpose. When the newly crowned king and queen recruit her as an ambassador to the far off land of Den, she leaps at the opportunity. Her companion, Lord Anleeh, is not so eager.
If they are to succeed Anleeh must not only strip Siara of the trappings of civility, but demand her submission. Anything less than her complete obedience and loyalty will make them vulnerable to attack in a world where fighting and sex are considered close kin. Siara surprises him with not only her strength, but her passion and spirit. They discover exquisite pleasure and unexpected understanding in each other’s arms. Yet, Anleeh hides the truth of what he was from Siara, even as he feels his beast crawling beneath his skin.
But Siara has a secret of her own.
When Anleeh loses all control, succumbing to the unrestrained battle madness of his people, Siara must chose between saving herself and risking it all to save the man she loves.
I have been hearing good things about this series and let’s all admit that Lila is getting some of April Martinez’s best fucking cover art EVER! It was this second book’s story line that caught my eye though so now I am going to go and get both and read the second book first and work back.
These covers get a big old A+ straight up!
Tags: Fantasy Romance, Lila Dubois, Liquid Silver, StraightThe Land Between the Seas, a world in peril, is the responsibility of one woman. Cryessa, High Priestess of the land by birth and training, is strong and commanding, but locked in a life and death struggle to protect her people from the King, who bears a centuries old hate for the Temple.
Bound to her in slavery, prisoners of war and captives of fate, five men serve as her aides, her lovers, her slaves. One, however, is bound to her with something stronger, deeper, and utterly forbidden. Tamlohn, kidnapped and given to her in chains, chafes at his bindings, but continues to submit, in every way, because of his love and hers.
The political climate in the kingdom is steadily worsening. King Throlock, like his predecessors before him, rules the land only for his own pleasure. He has been continually thwarted by the efforts of the Priestess, while his multiple plots to overthrow or control the Temple have failed. Each failure has only made the King more petulant, vindictive, and determined to hurt those who hinder him, particularly the beloved and dedicated High Priestess.
Cryessa takes on the King and a centuries-old curse to protect her people, the temple, and the traditions she is entrusted to keep, no matter the cost to herself and her slaves. But, in a land steeped in ritual and magic, bound by rules that are indissoluble, can she protect herself from love —the highest form of treason?
What I Am Reading ~ Jill Knowles: A Pirate’s Primer
October 15, 2007
A Pirate’s Primer by Jill Knowles
From: Loose-Id
Despised by his family for his lame legs, Adam Chandler has given up on happiness. When a chance encounter with a legendary pirate lands him aboard the Grey Lady, a ghost ship in the service of the sea goddess, he doesn’t expect much. But the ship’s captain, the handsome Jaden Fox, makes Adam a most intriguing offer: teach the pirates to read and write, and Jaden will teach Adam the ways of pleasure.
Adam is an eager student, finding Jaden’s powerful caresses and playful passion give him reason to cherish his new life. Desire soon gives way to love, and Adam finally dares to believe he can be happy.
Then the first crewman disappears and it’s a race against time to find the killer and save the rest of the crew. Is it another mythical creature, or will shadows from Adam’s past separate the two lovers forever?
Avast Ye Matey! Thar be pirate’s booty AAAAARGH! Yo ho ho.
Sounds like a gay pirate version of The King and I…
Getting to know you
Getting to know all about you
Getting to suck you
Getting to hope you fuck me…
*and a bottle of rum
Liquid Silver Anthology: Boundless
September 17, 2007
Boundless by Annie Dean ~ Bonnie Dee ~ Dionne Galace
From: Liquid Silver
Nothing about the old neighborhood had changed. Same rusty cars, same broken chain link fences, same tired houses with peeling paint or weathered siding. Teresa didn’t know why it mattered, but she hated for him to see where she came from. She tried to cover it with small talk. “When the mill closed, it hit people pretty hard. The area just hasn’t been the same since.”
A lot of things would never be the same. He didn’t offer his hand or words of comfort. If she wanted tenderness, she’d need to ask. Unless she presented him with overt cues, reading such things wouldn’t come easily to Dev. When would he have practiced? As they walked, she counted broken streetlamps. Dogs rummaged in nearby alleys. Beneath the heavy web of ugly electrical wires, quiet despair ruled these streets. The house looked exactly as she remembered it too: a dilapidated ranch with a detached garage done in bile-green siding. Two overgrown hedges nearly obscured the driveway and the half fence her dad had erected to keep out the neighbor’s dogs stood at a drunken angle in the front yard.
He seemed to read her expression. “Some flowers can thrive anywhere, Tess.”
Ben still kept the spare key beneath the mat on the front stoop, so she let them in. “He’s probably still at Graterford.”
Stepping over the threshold sent a cold chill through her. When she left here at eighteen, she’d hoped never to return. At twenty-four, the house seemed smaller than she recalled, tiny rooms, dingy walls and low ceilings. She flicked on the overhead light, noted the dirt caked inside the cheap plastic fixture. Her dad’s tweed recliner still sat before the TV. The stain where she’d spilled her grape Kool-Aid too. The place smelled faintly musty, a touch of mildew in the walls. From the living room she could either turn left down the hall toward the bedrooms or pass straight into the kitchen. Black and white linoleum. Teresa drew up short, her whole body taut. Seeing that floor hit much harder than remembering it. For a moment she thought she might be sick.
Dev spoke her nightmare aloud. “She died there.” Not a question. “You found her.”
“Yeah.” It took all her self-control to get the word out.
“Your father murdered her.” His voice sounded cool and remote. Except for the intense glitter of his eyes, she might even believe he felt nothing.
“Shut up.”
“He promised to love and cherish her. Instead he beat her to death with his fists.”
“Shut up!”
In two strides he crossed the living room and stood with her in the doorway to the kitchen. Side by side, but not touching. “That’s why I don’t affect you,” he said, as if in realization. “You’re almost completely armored by fear. He’s why you ran all the way to British Columbia, why you worked so hard to find somewhere you’d be safe.”
“You don’t know anything about it.” The words felt wrenched from her. She wanted to hurt him as he was hurting her, digging deep into the ragged edges of a wound she’d believed to be healed. “He caught her with another man, Dev. She came home with his sweat on her skin, his…”
“So she deserved to die? Did your God bestow the right of judgment on your father, Tess? And because your mother was a whore, you must be a Madonna? Because you were so afraid you’d turn out like her, afraid your father would find a reason to come for you next?”
Seven Days ~ Annie Dean
I am not a huge fan of reviewing an anthology due to the fact half the time you are simply telling people over and over again that they should have written a novel and they should have had better pacing. How boring is that? “Trick or Treat!”
I promise, I will try and ignore pacing problems and simply look at the stories written.
So, I was reading this paranormal about this girl Teresa about to take her vows to become a nun when she gets a visit from this sexy, demon, dragon, dude named Dev and then near the end of all that… BOOM! I was suddenly in the middle of this hard biting contemporary story that was like ten times more awesome.
How did that happen? All this dark stuff just rained down from the heavens. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it, but it was an abrupt and sudden change of pace. So let’s just say the paranormal elements were OK but somewhat used with a tad whiff of wish fulfillment especially when they up and fly to Paris.
It was the neat unexpected back story about Teresa that caught my attention and made me want a whole different story. One that was dark and contemporary and damn good. So I will be checking out Annie’s future stories for that to happen.
Annie Dean if you ever get the chance pick up J. G. Hayes ~ This Thing Called Courage because he has a writing voice very similar to yours when writing about the same type of people. His stories are about working class gay guys but the backgrounds and areas they live in are similar. I guess I would describe it as cold, dark, urban blight, with a dollop of humanity and very realistic people surviving despite their surroundings.
You would probably be most excellent at a similar style with admittedly more romance and less tragic endings involved. Hey, let’s all agree that we have tons of writers doing paranormal romance because fantasy is just easier but very few writers can pull off this type of convincing realism in a contemporary story. I say, Go for the gusto girl!
She gazed across the pumpkin patch toward the dry stalks of field corn, rattling and whispering their secrets to one another. There were many pumpkins left among the twisting vines and she wished she’d taken more to market. The number of direct-sell customers visiting the farm was down this year and pumpkins were practically unmarketable after Halloween was past.
Her gaze shifted to her scarecrow. “Well, another summer over. We may have actually made enough from the corn and soybeans and the stupid pumpkins to pay the taxes and heat the house this winter. Maybe even buy groceries, woo-hoo!”
Sam frowned down at her.
“Yes, I know, you were hoping for a Cancun holiday. Me too. Sometimes I’d like to sell this place, move to the city and never see anything except asphalt and tall buildings again.”
Again she looked across the fields at the stand of woods that marked her property line. Gold, orange and an occasional scarlet maple flamed in contrast to trees with dark green leaves that hadn’t yet changed. One of the neighbors was burning leaves and a smudge of smoke blossomed against the sky. Marie could smell it from a quarter mile away, sharp and tangy. It smelled like fall and made her crave a cup of cider and a doughnut. No, she wouldn’t really give up her land, but lately a need for change took hold of her and shook her like a north wind rattling the eaves on a blustery day.
The need for something new was so strong inside her today that it almost felt as if she was poised on the cusp of a great void, about to take a plunge. It was an odd feeling, and silly, because nothing was going to happen. Nothing ever did. Tomorrow she’d wake up to the same life as today.
“I should put in sunflowers next year. They’re a big seller.” She pointed out to Sam, picturing a sea of yellow faces turned to the sun, moving in unison to track the passing of yet another day. The image depressed the hell out of her.
“Next year. Will anything be different? Or will I still be sitting here talking to you?” She glared at the scarecrow. He gazed impassively back at her.
“Stupid, useless thing. You can’t even keep the crows out of the corn. What good are you?” She rested her chin on her hand, elbows on knees and stared glumly ahead. She had to get out more. Holding conversations with inanimate dummies was a little too Anthony Perkins in Psycho. At only thirty-two Marie already felt old and worn out, too exhausted to face the dating game. She’d tried all the unattached, local men she knew and no one was the one. Lately, she rarely went out with anyone except her female friends. Meeting a guy at a club in the city was even worse. You set yourself up for a one-night stand, not a relationship, and at this stage in her life Marie was more than ready for the real deal, someone who wanted to share a life and not just a night with her. She examined the straw-padded body and stern face of the scarecrow.
“If you were a real man, you’d know that I just insulted you. You wouldn’t stand for being called useless and you’d come down from there and show me just how useful you could be.”
If you were a real man.
The Straw Man – Bonnie Dee
Marie is a gentle soul living in the rural hinterlands, which is close to the winterlands but with less available men that come complete with all their body parts. Anyway, it is Halloween and that don’t mean a thing when she ain’t got that swing. Doo-wop Doo-wop.
So singing Disney tunes “When you wish upon some straw. Makes no difference how horny you are…”
Anyway, Sam “I’m Just A Love Machine” Strawman shows up to pound at her back door that night and boy does he scare some crows away. Sam brings new meaning to the term “straight on till morning” and Marie is heart broken when his cock is blocked by the rising sun. I am so there with her as she lays in that muddy corn field praying to the corn dog heavens to bring back her sometin sometin.
Hey, anybody who has ever been stranded in outer Mongolia or Baker, Oregon has been there, especially since the local male population is covered head to toe in bear grease and shuns the use of Right Guard. Even gay men are not that desperate. Well they are , but even they have standards. You are stuck with mail order and lets just admit that Amazon and Walmart do not carry “ALL YOUR NEEDS”.
Bonnie Dee rocks in making sure this feels like the whole story and nothing but the story, so help her God. Great pacing (oops) and a sweet candy corn ending for all.
The woman looked up at him with interest and Jack felt as though he had been punched in the gut. She had the look of an old-school Hollywood bombshell mixed with a Japanese anime character. She was a sex kitten, an innocent schoolgirl, and two fingers of straight-up, single-match scotch rolled into one. Jack felt like dragging her into a dark alley for a quick fuck, then asking her out to a nice steak dinner afterward. He couldn’t recall ever feeling quite like this in his entire life.
Her heavily lashed, almond-shaped eyes were shockingly violet and something told Jack they weren’t contact lenses. Damn, a man could fall into those eyes and never want to crawl back out. He cleared his throat and stuck out his hand. “Jack Ridley, KTCI News. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
She ignored his hand and pursed her lips, raking her eyes from his scruffy boots to the top of his head. No doubt she was wondering if she should talk to him or mace him in the face and run away screaming. Her violet gaze settled for a moment on the scar on his forehead before moving on to meet his eyes. “Why aren’t you all suited up and wearing a tie like those other guys?” She tilted her head toward the other reporters talking to the crowd.
There was sexual appreciation in her eyes and Jack’s jeans became uncomfortably tight. He had to resist the urge to reach down and adjust himself. “I do the pre-interviews. I make sure that what you have to say deserves to be on the eleven o’clock news before I have you talk to our correspondent.”
She sucked her lower lip between her small, white teeth as she looked at him as though trying to decide if he was legit or not. “Hmm…”
Jack swallowed hard as the tip of her tongue peeked out to touch the corner of her full mouth. She was wearing a light pink lipstick and a generous amount of lip-gloss.
“Can you tell me what happened…” His gaze dropped to her nametag. “Kitty?”
“Like I told your crew, Jack…” She nodded at something behind him and took a step toward him to place her small, pale hand on the sleeve of his brown bomber jacket. “I was only a few feet away when it happened. One minute I had a pounding headache and wishing I could go home already and the next, I was flying across the bar. When I came to, the boat was there. There was, like … a flash of light before it happened.”
“Yeah, I heard. Like Star Trek.” He didn’t have to look behind him to know his crew was at his back. Tiff made a joke he couldn’t hear and Kenny snickered in response. He ignored the both of them. “If this boat just popped up right there in the middle of the bar, what happened to the people sitting there? They weren’t injured?”
“No.” She reached up to snag a lock of hair that had slipped out of her bun and tucked it behind her ear. “They were … um … just kind of pushed to the side. Some people were flung out of the way like me, but all I got was a scratch.” She pointed to the white bandage taped to her elbow. “Some people think it’s…” She hesitated and stopped.
“What?” Jack prodded patiently.
She bit her lip again and touched her neck with long, graceful fingers. Her nails were painted black. “It’s silly, but some people think it’s aliens returning a ship they took out of the Bermuda Triangle.” She took another step closer and leaned her head toward him as though to sniff him. “Could you spare a smoke? I quit an eternity ago, but after the night I’ve had, I think I deserve one.”
Jack reached for his pack and pulled out a stick. He meant to hand it to her, but she tilted her head toward him and parted her lips. He groaned inwardly. Was she playing with him? She had to know what she was doing to him. A bead of sweat trickled from his temple down the side of his face, but somehow he managed to bring the cigarette to her mouth. Her lips formed a smile around the filter, her violet eyes sparkling. He took out his lighter to light it for her, but before he could get it to work, the tip of the cigarette flared to life. Her eyes widened in shock. With a shaking hand, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and stared at it in wonder. “That’s some trick. How did you do it?”
Waking Kitty – Dionne Galace
Dear Dionne Galace,
I loved it. Kitty, the waitress with the pink hair and body by Mattel meets Jack, our pill popping, hard headed hero, and then things get really weird. Yeah, I saw Philip K. Dick meets Bubblegum Crisis a mile away and then some. Quite frankly we need more, more of this fine craziness damn it. I wanted Megatokyo and Boomers and the brother constantly looking up her dress even. OK, I did not get them, but demons or dragons or whatever were cool.
Listen Shomi ain’t out on eBook yet. So it is time to take the first punch. You realize if P.K. Dick actually had done a romance it would have been all Twin Peaks and would have given the reader no idea if the people having the sex were the people that were introduced at the beginning or the people that got the HEA. Because he would have had to point out the fragile nature of our concept of reality and our tenuous hold on it at best. So thank you for the restraint.
If I was gonna bitch, there was just a ton of things going on and I think it was the short story format that drew away from the meat of the “I am Tarzan, you are Jane” parts disrupting our chance to see them getting to know each other better in order to sell the HEA. I had fun watching you make your moves and build the tension though and figuring out where you were going was a hopeless task.
I can’t wait to see you fly with a whole book of your own. You are full of awesome.
Now for the grade, despite my noted anthology allergy… Well Grade B is for Boundless and a joy to read.
Tags: Annie Dean, Bonnie Dee, Dionne Galace, Fantasy Romance, Grade B, StraightWhat I Am Reading ~ Dionne Galace: Boundless
September 4, 2007
Boundless by Annie Dean ~ Bonnie Dee ~ Dionne Galace
From: Liquid Silver
Tags: Annie Dean, Bonnie Dee, Dionne Galace, Fantasy Romance, Liquid Silver, StraightSeven Days – Annie Dean
Teresa intends to devote her life to the church, immaculate and untouched. Into her quiet life comes a beautiful devil sent to test her purity and her determination. She is silent prayers at midnight; he is the flash of gold in a gambler’s palm. She has known nothing but service and self-sacrifice. He has known nothing but centuries of carnal sin.
Neither know anything about love.
If she denies him, she condemns him to eternity in Hell. If she yields, she forfeits her soul. Who will emerge victorious? To find out, join Dev and Teresa for seven days of temptation.
The Straw Man – Bonnie Dee
A lonely woman imagines the perfect man and accidentally conjures him into being on All Hallows Eve. For a single night she has the lover of her dreams, but a night isn’t nearly enough. Can she find a way to turn her fantasy man back to flesh and blood?
Waking Kitty – Dionne Galace
Jack Ridley is an old-fashioned reporter. He doesn’t believe in anything unless there’s a ton of evidence to back it up and even then, he may still have a question or two hundred for it. Until he meets Kitty Jones and falls like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, Jack can’t seem to care that the ducks in a nearby park are turning pink or giant statues of naked men are appearing out of nowhere in the middle of downtown Chicago traffic.
Pink-haired Kitty Jones is beautiful, flirtatious, and seemingly happy-go-lucky. Under the cheerful, self-assured façade, however, she is slowly falling apart. Not only does she suffer from blackouts and wakes up unable to recall where she is or how she got there, she seems to be seeing dragons … everywhere. The only person she can turn to now is Jack Ridley, a tough-as-nails reporter who seems to have a few secrets of his own.
What I Am Reading ~ L.M. Prieto & Jayson Taylor: Shadow Hunt
May 29, 2007
L.M. Prieto & Jason Taylor: Shadow Hunt
From: Loose-Id
Bastard son of the king and member of the magic-wielders Council, Peregrine the witch has a lot of power. He also has powerful rivals. When one summons a demon to kill him and destroy his line, he must find a way to stop him and gain the throne.
Bound to serve a powerful witch, the demon Winter wants to complete his mission, kill the one who bound him, and return home. The longer he hunts Peregrine, though, the more he comes to appreciate him.
Now Winter doesn’t want to kill Peregrine, and Peregrine finds himself drawn to the dangerous, seductive demon. With a mortal’s compassion, and a demon’s cunning, Peregrine entraps Winter more securely than his rival ever could.
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What I Am Reading ~ Kira Stone: Heart Of A Lion
April 16, 2007
Kira Stone: Heart Of A Lion
From: Samhain
