It’s that time of year again!! The 2nd Annual
“27 Days To Be Thankful Giveaway”!
Last year this proved to be a very humbling, heartwarming and special Giveaway. We got a glimpse into each other’s lives by what we were each thankful for. I learned some were thankful for the giveaway, books, their families and jobs. I also learned some were thankful for their lives. They had survived Cancer, an abusive boyfriend and I personally was thankful my daughter was still alive after a horrible car crash on November 13th.
This Giveaway isn’t JUST about trying to win prizes. It’s about realizing the value of what you already have, no matter how big or small. THAT is why I hold this giveaway dear to my heart…and why I have a repeat of authors from last year, donating again. And why I have new ones wanting to be part of it!!
That being said…we have a lineup of AMAZING prizes to be won!! Not only from the main rafflecopter, but also from small ones being held in the event!
Thank you to the following Donators!! Without them, this giveaway wouldn’t be possible!!!♥
Joan Swan/Skye Jordan
Robin Malone(me) and Tamera McIntosh(my new co-blogger!)
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~Robin (Founder of Book Reads and Reviews)
PS….I’m thankful each day for every follower I have, every friendship I’ve made since I started this blog and those I had prior. My family, my friends, my pets, my job, my health and my happiness.
And Books! Seriously love those….and chocolate!!! lol
I’M JUST THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING I HAVE. ♥
WHAT’S HOT! is “Between The Waters” by Renea Mason!!
This is Book 2 in the Symphony of Light Series!
Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.
When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.
I was extremely blessed to get an interview with Renea and here it is! *FTC Disclaimer
Who is your favorite character to write for?
It’s a toss up between Overton and Cyril.
Cyril’s so conflicted, yet powerful. It’s a fun dynamic. Overton has maintained compassion for more than 600 years and embodies hope. I like the frame of mind I have to be in to write Overton.
If you could make one Character a real person, who would it be and why?
Linden – I don’t think the world could survive any of the guys.
Your characters are very unique. Especially Cyril. What exactly is he? A God? Vampire? What?
He’s a demigod of sorts with vampiric features. But unlike demigods, he is not the child of a god and a human but rather the creation of goddess infatuated with the act of procreation.
What books do you currently have out?
My current series is the Symphony of Light Series – Paranormal Erotic Romance.
My current series is the Symphony of Light Series – paranormal erotic romance. You can buy them on the following links:
- Prequel short story – Impostors’s Kiss (currently available free for Kindle Unlimited Members)
- Book 1 – Symphony of Light and Winter has been a finalist in multiple RWA writing contests and has won several awards.
- Book 2 – Between the Waters
Wow! Congratulations on the Awards! Do you have any other books set to be released soon?
Thank you! I have a new contemporary erotic romance trilogy coming soon. The Good Doctor Trilogy, Book 1 Curing Doctor Vincent will be release Jan 2015.
I can NOT wait to read Curing Doctor Vincent! What else would you like us to know about yourself and/or your books?
I absolutely love my fans. Everyday I meet more amazing women! They make it all worth it.
For any fans on Facebook, if you’d like to engage in some good old-fashioned debauchery with the best group of ladies ever, here is your invitation to The Mad Masons.
Thank you so much for having me again, Robin! I can’t thank you and Book Reads and Review enough for helping making the Symphony of Light Series the success it is!
Thank you Renea for taking the time to talk with me! It truly was an honor!!
If you read her book, please leave a review on Amazon, Goodreads and/or Barnes and Noble, I know she’d really appreciate your feedback!
How To Connect With Renea Mason:
- Official Website
- Official Twitter
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- Symphony of Light and Winter Facebook
- Amazon Author Page
- Goodreads Author Page
- Pinterest Page
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To Celebrate “Between The Waters” by Renea Mason being the WHAT’S HOT! Feature Book, I’d like to Giveaway (1) COMPLETE Ebook Set of the Symphony of Light Series from Amazon(Kindle Format)!! That is 3 books!!
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Love by George is the story of poet Hope and online dating mogul George. Both at risk of joining the terminally single, they stumble upon love the old-fashioned way – by chance – after being pulled for the same random drug and alcohol test. Struggling with the paltry income from her greeting card business, Hope accepts a position at Love by George, Chicago’s premier dating service. She makes an immediate impression on George, the company’s founder, a bachelor torn between the pursuit of wealth and feeling truly alive. On New Year’s Eve, it happens: midnight passion, long in the making, caught on camera. The consequences of a single kiss were never weighed, let alone the PR ramifications of one after another after another. Now what? One thing is certain: With the Paparazzi lurking, George’s next move will be no secret. Will their first intimacy be their last?
Aching, near breaking and long overdue,
in line, doin’ time for uber-cuppa’ joe;
Half-caf jones-in’, fruity fiber scones-in’,
bustin’ out plastic, freakin’ out, spastic;
In sighs, in butterflies, in bloodshot eyes,
we stand, we text, we wait… for what?
Another shot or two of get me thru –
no coffee, lunch or dinner date.
In a tangled corner of Facebook, a photo that a “friend” captioned “Hope is about to wet herself” roused a frightful throng of suitors. Seconds after going viral, a dozen Mr. Wrongs – mostly from the Chicago area – reacted. Who snapped that picture!?! wondered Hope, tripping on the words “wet herself” beneath her image. Like words were even necessary! The photo from last week’s informal high school gathering said it all: Hope clutching a tipping glass, splashing wine onto her chest, eyeballs bulging. Yay me! she now thought, frozen in her swivel chair, a finger hovering over the delete key. Curiosity prevented her from hitting it. She scrolled down, reading the list of business contacts, classmates and others that she hadn’t intended to inspire. Two names leaped off the monitor, Geoffrey and Cal – both textbook examples of what to expect when you lower the bar and date the leftovers.
Geoffrey responded with There’s a pill for that, Hopey. Take two and ring me in the morning.
“I’d rather swallow tapeworms,” said Hope aloud. “Ring” hatched thoughts of fingers, hands and regurgitations of the night she spent in his company.
Their date could not have started better. Geoffrey arrived in a leather-seated Lexus. He opened every door and flattered at every opening. “Sorry,” said Hope when they both spoke at the same time at the box office counter. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Oh, you’re quite the opposite of an interruption,” Geoffrey replied, eyeing Hope’s leopard-print scarf and tight jeans. He twinkled down on her 5-foot-nothing frame and added, “I assure you.” She needed someone like him, someone a foot taller, to pull off leopard print in the Windy City’s back alleys. Stiffness marked her movements. Nerves, he thought, the kind one expects on a first date – standing next to a relative stranger, shifting weight from one leg to another, seeking an anchor, smiling at everything, looking down or away when silences lingered, though not from disinterest. A tingle in the air between them suggested otherwise. He attempted to engage her further by critiquing movies he had recently seen.
The topic afforded Hope time to conduct a thorough assessment of his face, beginning with his chocolaty eyes. Kindness and intelligence filled them. And random flashes of wonder when the conversation took a pleasant turn, as though curiosity had sparked mental footnotes. His nose held no special charm. More Roman than Greek, its principle highlight was that it featured nostrils clear of anything requiring a Kleenex or a scissor. Beneath it, his bottom lip protruded. At first glance, she thought that it could stand to be ratcheted in a notch or two. But upon further review, she rather fancied it, imagining Geoffrey weaving his fingers between her brunette tresses and presenting her the lip. So juicy. So plump. There for the taking.
His black mane glistened with hair product as he dropped his head and thumbed through his wallet. He paid in cash, not plastic, thinning a beefy stack of bills. After purchasing two tickets, he led Hope to the concession stand. “Popcorn?”
“Only if you don’t mind butter.”
“I wouldn’t consume it any other way,” he said. “It’s good here. Cooked in real coconut oil. Actually, tonight the movie might be better than the popcorn. The critics gushed over this film. Of course they usually have their thumbs way up where they don’t belong.”
Hope laughed, wanting more. But the coming attractions ended as soon as they found seats, instilling a silence in him. A movie buff, thought Hope, imagining more small talk, perhaps over late-night coffee. “Regale me with some more of that opposite of an interruption talk” she might say if his brown eyes sparkled just a little more.
Twenty minutes later, he leaned and whispered, “Sooo … Busy tomorrow?” A wave of minty freshness brushed her ear.
She sighed while answering. “Tomorrow is out. Sorry. Deadline.” “Don’t tell me the planets are aligned against us.” “Not if they know what’s good for them.”
“Deadline, huh?” he said with a sideways glance. “Forgot to ask. What do you do?”
“I write …,”
His eyes returned to the screen.
“… mostly poetry,” she finished. Oh, I see. Now I’m the interruption. Had he uttered a compelling “oh?” or even an acknowledging grunt, she might have bared her Tennyson soul right then and there. Instead, bursts of light from the movie screen illuminated his insensitive cheek. Still, he has potential, she thought, willing her mind to remain open. Rembrandt could have done something with his profile, I suppose, even in this darkness. Start mixing oils and … what the …? His ear! In the light bursts, it appeared to elongate, and a bramble of hair emerged from deep inside. The visual instantly killed Rembrandt and Tennyson and inspired nothing but thoughts of birthing his hairy, elfin children. “Not much poetry in your world, I suppose,” she blurted, attempting to turn his head.
“You got that right,” said Geoffrey, unmoved.
“What kind of doctor? Forgot to ask.” He turned, looked Hope in the eyes and submerged his hand into the shared tub of popcorn. “Proctologist.”
The book opens with Hope remembering a couple of horrible dates with men she initially thought were measuring up to her ideal man, but then failed for one reason or the other. One guy was a total jerk when she ordered Alfredo, note to men, NEVER get in between a girl and her food! The other date gone wrong, includes a hilarious reaction to his job and popcorn!!
Robert Taylor had told me this book was “Vanilla”, so to keep that in mind while I read it. I think knowing I loved Erotica, he felt my review might be slightly swayed by this detail. This was months ago. I’d actually forgotten all about that conversation until the next day when I was reminiscing about the story. THAT alone tells you how great this book is! I didn’t even notice there wasn’t sex involved! It was a straight up, sweet and innocent love story.
There were so many elements of this story that were endearing. The characters were real, there was no embellishment used or needed to make this story wonderful. The characters had personalities that made you love them or hate them.
Hope was a strong lady and was someone I could relate to. I loved Ted. He was a typical crabby, yet tender hearted older man, April was the comical best friend and George was rich and sexy, but grounded and loveable. Paige was the character you loved to hate.
The incident with the white candle was hilarious!! I love candles so I could TOTALLY see myself doing that!!
“Love By George” is a book for anyone who loves a story with Romance. Robert Taylor proves you don’t have to have sex to make it a beautiful love story. He takes you through the emotional steps of finding that special someone. The looking, the failing, the finding and the falling.
To put it quite simply, “Love By George” by Robert Taylor reminds us love isn’t about finding the perfect person. It’s about finding the perfect person for YOU.
Considering this is Robert Taylor’s first book, he hit the ground running and there is only one way to go…up. He’s an extremely gifted author who is obviously a romantic at heart. It’s not often you see a man writing love stories and it’s even more rare for one to be this good at it. I look forward to reading many more books by this extremely talented author!!
A former newspaper columnist for the Sky-Hi Daily News in Granby, Colorado, Rob Taylor has written articles for The Bismarck Tribune and Inspired Woman Magazine and won statewide awards for articles published in Colorado Country Life Magazine.
A woman he cannot have, a man who is only a dream…
When guardian Marcus Dagotto, discovers the Gods have gifted him with a mate, he is pissed. He has no room for love and even less for a human who has no idea he exists.
Cassandra Jensen, has a shattered heart and has given up on men. Only one man can set her body on fire, but he is a fantasy that haunts her sleep.
Two worlds, one desire.
When the two collide, fate will rip them apart and test their resolve. Will darkness and evil prevail? Or, will love conquer all?
This is the first book I’ve read by Valerie Twombly and I must say, she has some amazing talent. The Guardian, Marcus, is sexy and Cassie is a sweetie.
The book opens with Marcus being forced to kill his mate, Eliza. She’d been turned evil by Drayos.
He also ended up having to kill another person he loved very much. I felt so bad for him!!
We come back to present day. Cassandra(Cassie) keeps having some amazing sex dreams about an unknown stranger.
It always started the same, with her lying in bed naked, sleeping. A man slipped in beside her and caressed her arm. He started at the shoulder and ended at her fingertips. His lips brushed a light kiss on hers then another until he suckled her lower lip. His tongue flicked out and demanded entrance, and she submitted, parted her lips, allowing their tongues to caress each other. The kiss deepened, became desperate until he pulled away and left her gasping for air.
He traced his tongue down her neck and stopped at her shoulder, giving a playful nip before he proceeded to her left breast. Warm lips wrapped around her pink bud, pulled until it hardened. She arched her back.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered. He never listened; instead, his tongue glided down her belly until he reached her pelvic bone.
Silver eyes flashed at her, and he smiled. “Cassie, my love, I will worship your body until you beg me to stop.” Stop? No, she’d never ask him to stop.
WHO THE HELL WOULD!!??? Umm hello!!?? Tongue…Pelvic Bone…Worship… yeah…enough said!
We eventually learn that dream man, is actually Marcus. OMG THE TONGUE COMES TO LIFE!!!
Ok, I’m going to stop thinking about his tongue for a bit and get down to the nitty gritty. If you’ve never read anything by Lara Adrian or Sherrilyn Kenyon, then you will absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE this book! If you have, you will be able to tell those two authors are Valerie Twombly’s favorites within the first couple chapters.
First off, let me explain. No there was absolutely no plagiarism what so ever. None, zilch, nada. Anyone who says so is a damn liar. If I wasn’t such an obsessed fan with those two author’s series, I probably wouldn’t have noticed some of the similarities. But I am and I did. It was very subtle, but I caught it. Is this in whole a bad thing? No. Those two authors are famous for a reason and when you love someone’s work, it can easily become an ingredient into your own recipe. It however was somewhat disappointing for a couple reasons.
One, I want something different then those ladies. It’s why I read other paranormal authors.
Two…and this is the ABSOLUTE MOST IMPORTANT!!! Valerie Twombly is so fucking(yes, I must say that to express the violent strength in this next statement.) SOOO fucking talented and I hated seeing her short change herself and that talent. HER story kept me glued, the hints of her favorites(and my favorites) did not. This was Valerie’s story to tell….not those other two authors…and I want Valerie’s yummy recipe, that only she knows the secret ingredients to, that only SHE can create.
That being said, her writing is amazing and I was able to see that come to life later in the book. I could literally see her confidence grow. I loved “Eternal Flame” and the story. Marcus and Cassie were hot and so were all the other Guardians. Valerie Twombly has one hell of a formula to create a great series. As long as she stays true to herself and trusts and believes in her natural gift.
Oh…and I have to say this one word…because lately I have been seeing a LOT of people saying they want to see more of this in paranormal books….
Valerie Twombly brings us DRAGONS!! Finally someone who is thinking outside the box…and dammit…she better stay out there!
Tears stung Marcus’s cheeks when he raised his sword. “I am so sorry, love. I have failed you. It should be I who dies this day.”
Eliza’s cocoa eyes looked at him but didn’t see him. Dead inside, her soul was lost. She would never again be the woman he loved.
He sucked in a breath and flexed his arms, the sword swung, slicing across her neck. The blade tore through sinew and bone and sent her head rolling across the stone floor. Reality nearly sent him to his knees, but there wasn’t time to mourn the death of his mate. The fighting outside echoed in his ears, the demons were strong and put up one hell of a fight.
Marcus advanced down the corridor of the abandoned castle. The scene played out the same in every direction. Blood bathed the floors, and his brethren’s heartsick screams echoed off the walls as they killed their mates.
A demon jumped out from behind a door. Its claws tearing the flesh on his arm. He wielded his sword and sent another head flying across the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a Draki dispatching another demon. The shifter, a friend who also searched for his mate. Not even the dragons were immune to Drayos and his fucking misery.
The dragon turned his head. “Be careful, my friend. My brethren will soon be setting this place on fire.” Caleb’s cerulean body shimmered as he shifted back to human form.
“Have you found your mate yet?” Marcus asked as he searched the adjoining room. Empty.
“Not yet, you?”
He stepped beside his friend. “I killed her.”
Caleb laid a hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry, my friend. Drayos will die this day for what he has done.”
Marcus nodded and moved forward in his search for the demon Drayos. He opened up the psychic path leading to his prince. Aidyn.
Marcus, did you find my sister?
He closed his eyes, so many hearts broken today. She is dead, I am sorry, my lord.
I will kill Drayos with my bare hands.
Aidyn had already lost his brother and father in this battle. His pain ripped through Marcus. No doubt the other guardians felt it. It was a blessing and a curse to be connected to each other.
He tried to pinpoint the prince’s position, but something blocked him. Aidyn, where are you? Do not engage Drayos. The prince would die as well if he tried to kill the Demon Overlord. Aidyn was far too young; his two hundred years were no match against a thousand-year-old demon.
He took our women, used them to carry his spawn. He has killed everyone I love.
Tired muscles carried Marcus up a flight of stairs. He stormed from room to room, kicking in locked doors only to find them empty. I know my lord, and he will pay, but it is not wise for you to confront him. He knew Aidyn wouldn’t listen. Perhaps the gods would help.
“Zarek!” Marcus summoned the god, nothing. No surprise. After all, the gods could have stepped in and saved the women, but they had all been left to fate. Fuck fate, he was sick to death of it.
The sound of clashing swords filtered in from the hallway. He flashed into the room, not caring what he stumbled across. His vision filled with Aidyn and Drayos, they were face to face.
Drayos had morphed into a full demon and stood at least three feet taller than Aidyn. Blood seeped from the wounds that covered the demons blackened skin.
Marcus tried to run toward them but found himself behind an invisible barrier. “What the fuck?”
He balled his hands and banged on the wall. “Aidyn!” The prince ignored him. He was stuck, helpless as he watched the events unfold in front of him. Thoughts of telling Daria, his queen, she had lost her entire family in this battle sat like arsenic in his stomach. He pressed his palms against his prison. Aidyn, my friend, I can’t bear another loss today.
The air behind him shifted, a cool breeze lifted his hair. He moved his gaze over his shoulder and found Zarek towering over him in a Scottish kilt rather than his beloved Egyptian shendyt. His raven hair held a beaded braid on one side. So this is why he ignores us? He is busy playing dress-up with the goddess Quadira.
“Get me out of here!” he demanded.
“You will not interfere, my son.”
Marcus growled; his fangs elongated; he wanted blood. Yes, he would take the blood of his god if it ended the pain and suffering of his brethren. “You would let the prince die?” He tried to lunge toward Zarek but found his feet pinned to the floor. You are our creator, we your warriors. Why would you do this to us?
Zarek gave him a leveled gaze. “What makes you think the prince will die this day?”
He looked back toward the fight. Aidyn had lost his sword; a small dagger was clutched in his hand. Both the demon and the vampire bore bloody wounds.
He turned back to Zarek. “The prince is too young to fight one as strong as Drayos.” Marcus dropped to his knees, he would beg the god if he had to.
“Send me in his place…please.” He was three hundred years older than Aidyn and could defeat the demon. “We have lost so much today.” Death haunted him like a fucking plague. He was a healer, but today, he healed no one. The anguished cries of his brethren still echoed in his ears. They had slain their mates then turned on each other to end their misery. Marcus would like to end his suffering as well, but he would continue on; his skills were needed.
Zarek laid a hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry, my son, for all the pain you will encounter this day. However, today must shape the future.” With those words, he vanished.
The future? Aidyn was their future, the line that tied them all together. They all hoped the prince would persuade the gods to find a cure for the curse Drayos had placed upon them.
The curse would devour them, creating an imbalance that would darken their souls. When Zarek created his vampires, he used light and dark, good and evil. The light fueled the guardian of humanity, the darkness the warrior. A perfect balance, but once Drayos’s curse took full effect, the light would fade, the darkness turning them into pure evil, destined to destroy everything in their path. Not even the humans they guarded would be safe.
He jumped to his feet but found the shield still erected around him. Aidyn’s body lie still on the floor, and Drayos stood over him, sword poised for the fatal blow.
He beat on the invisible wall. “Aidyn!” He sucked in a breath, his heart trapped in a vice that squeezed the life out of him. He could do nothing but watch his prince die. A tear slid down his cheek for the death of his mate, his brethren and now his prince, his best friend. I am no guardian. I am a failure. I have failed them all.
Drayos swung his sword. Everything moved in slow motion as Marcus waited for the blade to connect with Aidyn’s neck.
Lightning sizzled from the sky and sent debris flying in different directions. The room crumbled around them as the earth shook. Drayos’s head rolled across the floor. Marcus sensed the shield that encased him drop, and he rushed forward to where Aidyn stood.
“What the hell just happened? Are you alright?” Marcus asked.
“I am not exactly sure. I think I caused the lightning.”
“You?” He looked over the prince, his pants torn and his shirt missing. Dust from the debris covered his bleeding wounds. There was something different about the prince. He seemed stronger. Marcus noticed the dark marking on Aidyn’s chest and reached out to wipe away the gray dirt so he could get a better look. “Sweet deity!” He jumped back.
“What?” Aidyn looked at his chest. His jaw dropped. “I never felt it.”
Like many of the other guardians, Aidyn had been given his mark. An indication of his position and abilities. Marcus bore the Ankh, a pair of angel wings spread out over the top. The ancient symbol meant life or living. A healer, able to repair the sick or injured with his energy.
The naked skin over Aidyn’s left breast bore the mark chosen by the gods. The eye of Ra, the symbol of protection and power, sat atop a pyramid encased by a blazing sun. This could only mean…
His thoughts interrupted by the almost unrecognizable voice. Father?
Come to me, son.
Aidyn touched his shoulder. “I am fine, let us go help your father.”
Together they flashed to the position his father communicated. When Marcus arrived, his father was on his knees holding the bloody, headless body of his wife, Marcus’s mother. His sword lay beside him covered in blood. He knew what had happened. His mother’s belly heavy with child. Drayos’s demon spawn had been growing inside her, and like the other women, her soul had been darkened. There was no cure, Marcus had tried to heal Eliza, but it had proved fruitless. Like him, his father had taken the head of the woman he loved.
“Father.” He knelt next to the frail man and placed his arm around his shoulder, pulling him tight to his side. “I am so very sorry.” Tears welled in his eyes, he refused them escape. He would remain strong for the man beside him.
His father looked at him, his eyes rimmed red. “You will do the honorable thing.”
Marcus closed his eyes, again. He would have to mourn later. “Yes,” he whispered. How much more destruction could he take before he crumbled? Somewhere, he would find the strength needed to end his father’s misery and begin his own.
“Take care of your sister.” It was the last command his father would ever give him.
“I will. I love you.” He kissed the man on the cheek then stood, his sword flashed through the smoke-filled sky and sliced through his father’s neck.
Marcus dropped to his knees, the heartache so severe he nearly passed out. His lungs contracted as he screamed to the heavens. Another failure, so many broken hearts he was unable to heal. Why couldn’t he heal the broken hearts?
Strong arms circled him from behind and held him tight. “I have you, my friend,” Aidyn whispered.
Caleb is dark, hot, and commanding in human form. As a dragon, he’s a force to be reckoned with. When he witnesses the slave Lileta being beaten by his Overlord Odage, he nearly comes unglued. Without understanding why, he asks to take the slave as his own, but soon realizes his longing is more than an attraction to a beautiful woman. In a sick twist of fate, the gods have given him a demon as his mate—one he can never touch unless he wishes his own death. His only choice is to grant her freedom.
Lileta wanted to kill Caleb, but when she is freed by this tempting male, her anger turns to a desire that can only prove fatal. Even if she could claim him as her own, her dark past makes her unworthy of his love.
When their paths continue to intertwine, spiraling them to the brink of passion, can they resist the yearnings burning within them, or will they submit to their fatal desire?
This is the second book in the Guardians Series and I have to say, I was prepared to have similar critiques as I did a few months ago on the first book. In my “Eternal Flame” review, I had said, towards the conclusion of my review:
“Valerie Twombly has one hell of a formula to create a great series. As long as she stays true to herself and trusts and believes in her natural gift.”
I am happy to say, not only did Valerie Twombly stay true to herself and believe in her natural gift, but she also added some extra spices to her amazing formula. This book kept me riveted from the first word, to the last and had me whimpering at the end, wanting MORE!!!
I love how both Caleb and Lileta have the dark and the light within themselves. At first they seem like polar opposites and both are questioning why the Gods would mate them with each other, but as the story unfolds, you find out exactly why.
Caleb started out in a dark place and he came into the light, where Lileta starts out in the light and goes to the dark side. They end up being each other’s lights, when they are lost in the dark. I LOVE that! It’s the epitome of True Love.
Although I loved Caleb and Lileta as a couple, I have to confess….I couldn’t help but wish somehow, she could also be Lucan’s mate. I kept hoping as I turned the pages, that somehow the Gods would throw a threesome wrench in there or something. It was mentioned that Lileta’s darker side, AKA Furia, was like a separate being, so I was hoping that separate being would somehow be the other half to Lucan. I’m not giving up hope on that outcome yet, although the chances are slim.
I gather from the story line, that Seth’s book will be next, but I personally would much rather read Lucan’s story. Something about him touched me, more so then any of the other characters. It wasn’t his story, but yet he stood out so much. Maybe it’s my desire to be the light to his dark, but I will anxiously be awaiting his story and will be having high hopes he finds someone worthy of him if it’s not Furia.
There are so many twists and turns in this book. It kept me glued to my seat and enthralled with the story. It may seem silly, but I can’t help but say, I am so proud of Valerie Twombly. She has truly came into her own with this book and officially stepped into my list of favorite authors/favorite series. She has taken the paranormal to a whole new and unique level with the dragons and the guardians. She’s made her own imprint in the paranormal world and set a standard that others will attempt to achieve. I can NOT wait to see what else she has in store for her characters and for us readers!!
5 PERFECT STARS!!!
Odage stood under the full moon; the desert wind blew through his hair and grains of sand danced past his boots. Finally, he’d found the other half of the amulet of Tobor.
“I am extremely pleased, Odage. You have done well and will be rewarded. However, you know this journey has only begun,” a sinister voice echoed through the night air.
“Yes, My Lord. I’m aware of what is to come next.” Odage sneered. He knew the dark demon wanted the amulet. The harmless stone tucked in his curled fingers would somehow open Hell’s Gate when combined with the blood of a guardian’s mate. His master would then be set free to rain terror on the earth’s occupants.
“Good. Then you will start preparations. I am most anxious to leave this realm.”
“Of course, My Lord.” Odage shoved the amulet in his pocket and headed toward Caleb’s tent. He wondered how the slave Lileta fared with his second-in-command. He’d been surprised when Caleb had asked for the slave himself. Odage planned to kill her for her betrayal but decided Caleb deserved a gift so had agreed. He grinned, knowing the other Draki could be as brutal as he was. She might die yet.
When he reached the tent, he flung open the door and entered. Caleb sat at the table gnawing on a chicken bone. Odage’s gaze moved across the room where Lileta was handcuffed to the bed. Her tight pink T-shirt showed every curve, causing his desire to stir. She pinned him with a death glare. It really was a shame their species were incompatible. She was a beautiful female, with flowing raven hair, golden eyes, and hips that would fit nicely in his grip. Fortunately for her, the gods saw fit to make her species, the Kothar Demon, poisonous to a dragon.
Caleb rose. “My liege, how may I assist you?”
“Sit; finish your meal.”
Caleb took his seat. “May I offer you something? Wine?”
“Yes, a glass of wine is in order.” Odage waited while Caleb got up and procured another glass, filled it halfway with the red liquid then handed it to him. He raised it. “A toast.” Caleb extended his glass. “To finding the amulet.” Odage pulled the red stone from his pocket and placed it on the table.
“My liege, this is wonderful news. I know how long you’ve been searching for it.” He leaned in closer. “What happens next? Do you sell it to the highest bidder?”
Odage smirked. “Perhaps.” He would keep his master’s plans close to his chest, not even Caleb would be entrusted with the information. “But first, we must rid ourselves of the vampires. Prepare to burn down Vandeldor if you must.”
Caleb tipped his head. “Wouldn’t it be wise to find their queen’s murderer? I’d be honored to clear your name.”
Odage narrowed his gaze. “Fuck them. They dare accuse me, Queen Daria’s closest ally, of killing her? You know as well as I that they will never stop hunting me. Even if they were successful in catching me, they wouldn’t stop there. They will massacre our race.”
“Perhaps, but we are stronger than they are.”
“Yes, but I fear they have the gods on their side.”
Caleb furrowed his brows then nodded. “As you wish then. I will devise a plan to take them out.”
“Good, I knew I could count on you.” He raised his glass again. “To the death of our enemies.”
* * * *
Lileta had listened to the conversation between Caleb and Odage until she thought she would vomit. She despised them both and, if given a chance, would rid the world of their stench. When Odage had finally exited their domicile, her body relaxed slightly. She recalled Caleb’s earlier actions and was dumbfounded by them. Why had he rescued her from the sure death Odage would have meted out?
The Draki leader had tied her to a post and whipped her. It was her punishment for freeing the guardian Marcus, who he’d held prisoner. When she thought he would end her life, Caleb had stepped forward. It wasn’t until later she learned he had requested her for himself. So here she was, in his tent, cuffed to his bed.
She gazed at the Draki while he finished sucking the meat off a drumstick. If circumstances were different, she would find the man downright sexy. His tousled dark blond hair and eyes that went from brown to green, depending on his mood, lent a sense of mystery to the dragon. Even his scent made her skin tight. Leather with a tinge of spice tossed in for good measure. When the goddess Qadira created the dragons, she had really outdone herself.
There had been a time when the Draki were allies with the guardians. Something happened in the years that she’d been gone to change that. The animosity between the species sickened her. Bile sat at the back of her throat, but she forced it down. It didn’t matter how attractive this man was. They could never be. She was a Kothar Demon and he a dragon. Everything about her was poison to his species.
Her chin lifted. “What do you intend to do with me?”
He looked up from the chunk of meat still left on his plate. His gaze studied her and filled with lust. She was accustomed to the reaction. Men found her species irresistible. It was why she’d been taken as a teen so many years ago and sold into slavery. She despised all those who’d used her.
“Whatever I fucking wish.” He went back to his meal.
“You know Odage lies to you.”
His lip curled into a snarl, and he tossed the bone to the floor. “I could kill you for that comment.”
Her nostrils flared. “Do it. You don’t frighten me, I welcome death,” she lied.
She would give anything to see her family one last time and tell them all how much she loved them. She would die with honor, but if ever the chance presented itself, she would fight.
Her body was tired, the only thing that kept her going were the other women. The humans Odage used to birth his spawn. She’d already lost Veronica, the first slave brought to her to care for. The woman had died in childbirth. She needed to find a way to save the others and prayed to the gods every day that Baal and Marcus would come.
“I think I’d rather watch you suffer than take the easy way out.”
She curled her lip. “Odage killed Daria. He so much as admitted it and has no intention of selling that amulet. He bargains with the spawn of Hell, and only the gods know what they’re planning.”
Before she could exhale, he was in front of her, his fingers wrapped around her throat.
“Why did you save me, dragon?” she whispered, watching his eyes swirl. The green flecks came together and made the most beautiful emerald. He released his grip and grabbed a lock of her hair. Letting it slide through his fingers, he brought it to his nose. She held her breath and tried to steady her heartbeat.
Why does he affect me like this? I despise him.
She wanted to touch him in the most intimate way.
“I must protect you,” he whispered.
“What?” He must be deranged. Why in the hell would he want to protect me? There had to be an ulterior motive.
He let go of her hair, his eyes transformed back to brown, he reached for the handcuff and unlocked it. “We will be leaving here at dawn. Get some rest. Take the bed and don’t even think of trying to escape.” He stood and walked toward the exit. “I’ll sleep outside,” he announced before he disappeared out the door.
She rubbed her wrist, her brow creased in confusion. She had no intention of escaping, knowing as long as she wore the silver bands he’d find her. No, her only way out was to be rescued, or for Caleb to set her free. She laughed; he wasn’t likely to let her go. She pulled the covers back and crawled into bed, exhausted from trying to heal the wounds Odage had inflicted.
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As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.
Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.
Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.