Thursday, May 30, 2019

#ReleaseDay - "Finding Faith" by Beverly Ovalle

Finding Faith by Beverly Ovalle
A Dragon's Fated Heart Book 2
On Sale Now for 99 cents until May 31st


The apocalypse had been and gone.
Those left banded together for survival, creating safety from the chaos.
They succeeded.
Faith wanted more, she wanted to live, to love, fly free. More than survival, Faith craved adventure. Leaving home, seeking a new life, all that ceased when she witnessed her sister being abducted-by dragons, creatures shrouded in myth. Determined to rescue her, Faith begins an adventure she never wants to end.
Dragon shifter Crag follows his heart, hunting for his fated mate. Once he finds her, Crag is determined to keep her safe, from all threats. Admitting he is a dragon shifter and involved in her sister’s kidnapping may be the end of them.
Until the interference of a race of dragons desperate for survival grasps their only chance, stealing Faith and drawing Crag along to save her.

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Crag leaned over, snagging a little piece of pink cloth from the floor. Clenching his fist, he lifted it to his nose, the scent assaulting his nostrils. Inhaling, the spiciness pervaded his lungs, curling inside of him, clenching his gut. Snapping his eyes open, Crag breathed in the scent in again, savoring it. His dick twitched. Lowering his hand, he gazed at the delicate panties. The scent assuring him they belonged to his mate. Lifting them again to his nose, he took another deep sniff, enjoying the spicy bouquet and imprinting the scent of his mate forever onto his soul. 

He turned at the gasp behind him. Hope, his brother’s mate looked at him in disgust.

“Is that necessary?”

His lips twitched. “Her scent is strongest in what she wore closest to her body.” He raised his brow, daring her to argue with him.

“Hmpf.” Hope shook her head and gestured for him to leave the room. “Just find my sister.”

Crag shoved the pink panties in his pocket. He didn’t need them, but he wanted them. Pleased with having something of his mate’s, he quirked a grin at Hope. Patting Hope on the head he turned and left. The growl from her was just a bit of icing on the cake. Crag shook his head passing Hope’s grandmother. The twitch of his lips the only sign of his amusement.

Author Bio

Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

Beverly has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today. 

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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

"Calla's Summer Fantasy" - Amber Daulton #MFRWhooks

Erotic romance is best in the summer. You're already hot, so why not go scorching with Calla's Summer Fantasy? In this short novella, Calla is about to have the time of her life...

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Calla Lansky needed help at playing the field.

She scheduled two dates for the same night at her favorite seafood restaurant, and she owed her shocked boyfriends an explanation. To her surprise, Nathan Risley and Sam Tomlin handled the awkward situation like pros and happily agreed to her ultimate fantasy: a ménage à trois.

After the hottest night of her life, Calla faced the ultimate decision.

Should she commit to the one man who secretly loved her all along, or keep her options open and indulge in her summer fantasy again and again?


Calla laughed, almost strangling on a bite of grilled salmon as a dirty thought crossed her mind. She forced the food down her throat and chased it with her drink.

“You okay? What’s so funny?” Nathan forked a popcorn shrimp into his mouth. “You only giggle like that when your mind is in the gutter.”

“She crinkles her nose too.” Sam chuckled as Calla covered her twitching nose with her palm. “C’mon, babe. There’s no need to act shy after everything that already happened.” He tugged on her forearm until she dropped her hand.

“Okay, just hear me out.” Calla tapped her feet, drumming her hands on her knees to gather her courage. Then she leaned forward and braced her elbows on the tabletop. The neckline of her dress dipped, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. “I have a silly little fantasy. I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with two hot men who would tease and play with me for hours. Are you interested?” Hope filled her chest, but then Nathan’s mouth dropped open and Sam’s eyes bugged out as though she stood up and stripped naked in the restaurant. She swished her hand in the air. “It’s crazy, I know, and you aren’t into it. I understand. Never mind.”

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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

#BookReview – “Night Falls Darkly” by Kim Lenox


Ever since an accident took away her memory, Miss Elena Whitney can't recall the secrets of her own past. All she knows is that with her mysterious benefactor Archer, Lord Black, returning to London at the behest of Queen Victoria, she should seize the chance to get some answers.

A member of the immortal Shadow Guard, Archer has been summoned to London to eliminate the soul of an evil demon-Jack the Ripper. Archer feels not only bound to protect the women of the night, but also his beautiful young ward, Elena, whom he spared from death two years before. But with a wave of panic spreading across London, Archer fears that Elena is his weakness-a distraction he can't afford, especially since she's likely to become the Ripper's next target.


In book 1 in the Shadow Guard series, Elena has severe, permanent amnesia (she lost all her memories from birth to the “accident,” which happened a year earlier), but her guardian, Lord Black, provides everything she needs financially. Even though she lives in his manor, she’s never met him since he’s been aboard. When he returns, she hopes he’ll help her uncover her lost memories.
Archer, Lord Black, is an ancient immortal and the oldest of the Shadow Guard. For his age, the book states he’s been around since the beginning of time. He saved Elena’s life the year prior and purposely gave her amnesia to protect his immortal secret. When they meet again, he’s torn three ways: he needs to concentrate on finding Jack the Ripper (a Transcending soul who’s part of a larger conspiracy); he wants to spend time with Elena because she’s intriguing; and he wants to avoid Elena because his immortality forbids him from falling in love with a mortal.
Archer and Elena barely talked or spent any time together, so I didn’t feel much romance between them. There’s only one sex scene and it was breezed over.
I couldn’t relate to the H/h. Archer destroyed Elena’s chances for medical school because he wanted her to marry and have kids like a “respectable” woman should. Also, what kind of hero gives the heroine amnesia?
Elena is infatuated with Archer and forgives him very easily for stealing her memories. She also spurns the love of a much better, more decent suitor. Her actions didn’t seem logical.
The Shadow Guard is a special warrior branch of the Amaranthines race, and their job is to kill corrupt human souls that are in the process of Transcending. Their special power is that they can literally turn into a shadow to better stalk their targets and use immortal blades to kill with. (This information is revealed in bits and pieces. Most of it didn’t make sense to me.)
The beginning captured my interest, but then the pacing slowed. The book could use a light edit to add in missing periods and fix stray POV shifts. Even though this story just wasn’t for me, opinions are subjective. I have two other books in the series and I’m interested in reading those.
2 Stars

Disclaimer – I bought this book for my own enjoyment. I am not paid or compensated in any way, shape, or form for this honest review. I will not change or alter this review for any reason unless at my discretion.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

#BookReview – “First Ink” by Laura Wright


Women in his bed, celebs and rockers in his chair and a killer bank account at his disposal, life is pretty freaking swell. Then she walks back into it again. With her mismatched eyes, perfect pink mouth and a laugh that still haunts him, she gave him nothing but marvelous misery. Now she wants his hands on her again. Not for pleasure, but for pain. For Ink. A bleeding heart to match the one she left him with five years ago. 

She can’t forget him. No matter how hard she’s tried. The pain she caused him in the past eats at her daily, and she can’t move on with her life. But she has a plan, a hope for redemption – a way for him to take his revenge out on her flesh. But it’ll only work if he lets her inside his exclusive world, under his famous artist’s needle and into his bed—and heart-once again.


In book one in the Wicked Ink Chronicles, Addison and her best friend Lisa head to Las Vegas for a tattoo convention in order to see Rush Merrick, a famed tattoo artist and Addison’s ex-boyfriend.
For the past five years, Rush has been nursing a broken heart and refusing all contact with Addison, but then he finally has to deal with the past when she shows up at his exhibit. Though he hates her, he still loves her
I love stories featuring tatted men, especially sexy-as-hell tattoo artists! Rush was deliciously wicked and foul-mouthed. Both Addison and Rush were pretty foolish when they were seventeen—she for taking their relationship for granted, and he for not giving her a chance to explain—but desperation and heartbreak makes people do crazy things.
Most of the story focused on the H/h’s emotions and internal conflict, and less with the world around them. I really wish there would’ve been more information about Addison’s family and why she was in foster care. I would also like to know how Rush became a well-sought-after artist.
The story has a HFN ending, but their story is continued in a second book. I’m really interested to know what happened with Lisa and Vincent (Rush’s tattoo artist friend and coworker).
I enjoyed Ms. Wright’s writing style, and though I normally don’t read 1st person narrative, I found this story easy to follow.
4 Stars

Disclaimer – I downloaded this book from Amazon and volunteered to review it. I am not compensated in any way, shape, or form for this honest review. I will not change or alter this review for any reason unless at my discretion.

Friday, May 24, 2019

#FreebieAlert - "Bedazzled" by Madison Michael

The Beguiling Bachelors, Book 1
By Madison Michael
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About Bedazzled:

She's fiercely independent. He's thwarted by tradition - Can a brush of her hand be their brush with fate? 

A woman with everything to gain. 
Keeli Larsen craves success on her own terms. She has no support and less money, but she has talent and big dreams. Determined not to return to the family farm, this is Keeli's last chance to make it. It's also her final opportunity to connect with the out-of-her-league, gorgeous man in the penthouse office - her very own Prince Charming. Although they have never spoken, a crowded elevator, a chance encounter, and a misplaced hand are about to change everything. 
A man with everything to lose. 
Billionaire and sexy hunk, Wyatt Lyons Howe IV is on track to inherit a family empire he doesn't want. With dreams of his own, Wyatt is suffocating under generations of family expectations and traditions until a brief moment and a brush of a hand set Wyatt on a crash course with love. Can Wyatt turn his back on his heritage to pursue his goals following the lead of this fiery redhead. Can he forfeit his wealth for freedom? Fearing Keeli is a down-on-her-luck artist looking for a bankroll, Wyatt doubts her motives. He's been burned in the past but can't resist the temptation. He is bedazzled. 
A challenge accepted. 
Wyatt is seduced by Keeli’s spirit and the sizzling chemistry between them. Used to getting what he wants, Wyatt determines to make Keeli his own. But first he must outsmart a scheming fiancé, oppose his family and friends, overcome his doubts, and walk away from his wealth and power. And, of course, he must win her heart. 

If you love sassy women and strong sexy men overcoming all odds on their road to romance, buy this steamy page turner, and meet the first of the Beguiling Bachelors.

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The chatter in the elevator lightened her mood immediately, reminding Keeli of all the people who had started with only a few dollars and a dream. In many cases, they had made it without knowing the language or customs of their adopted country. By comparison, she had many advantages and instantly felt better about her choice, more confident about moving forward on her own. Mr. Weinberg let her take many of her pieces with her when she left his employ. There had been no severance check, of course, but the ready inventory was a gift. Keeli let the renewed confidence surge through her body, standing straight and looking ahead. Watching her step, careful not to bump anyone with her parcel, Keeli stepped into the divide and moved toward the back.

That was the moment she saw HIM. He was the best thing – by far – about working in this building. She was standing face to face with the virile, gorgeous, sexy man she saw in the elevator regularly. Well, almost face-to-face since he was at least 4 or 5 inches taller than her statuesque 5’10”.

He was what she would miss most about this job – these random opportunities to ride the elevator and watch him, getting to stand close, allowing her imagination to run wild with fantasies – all starring him, of course.

Most of the time, he hid mysteriously behind a pair of Wayfarers, but the rain today afforded Keeli a chance to admire the intelligence and concentration in his azure eyes. He stood with his shoulders back, head towering over everyone’s Looking up, Keeli locked eyes with his, his mouth lifting in a half smile. Keeli shyly dropped her head as a blush rose to her cheeks and her heart sped up. She knew the smile was just politeness. She wanted so much more. She wanted him to notice her the way she noticed him, feel about her as she did about him.

If only he had the same visceral reaction that Keeli had to him, perhaps he would have spoken to her by now. She could not overcome her shyness to initiate a conversation, but if he longed for her as she did him…obviously, he was not interested. Now she would never see him again. Her disappointment was way out of proportion; he was a stranger. But he had this pull on her. Instead of thinking of him as a stranger, she thought of him as hers.

Hers. What a laugh. Wake up Keeli!

Everyone noticed him - man and woman alike. She saw it on elevator rides and when he traversed the lobby. Yes, he was particularly tall, a few inches over six feet. However, it was more than his height that drew the eye. He was compelling, confident, and assured. He was beyond handsome with his chiseled features, thick wavy hair and well-muscled body clad in custom suits. Keeli was drawn to him like a bee to honey. She had seen other women catch his eye, seen them smile and flirt easily. She was overwhelmingly shy when near him, preventing her from ever making him ‘hers’.

They crossed paths at the coffee kiosk or in the elevator at least once a week. She knew she was projecting her own desires, but sometimes it seemed to her that he was seeking her out. Even so, Keeli never exchanged more than a polite “hello” and he was always polite, but aloof. Although she longed for some reason to speak more than pleasantries, she was unable to move past that invisible barrier she felt between them.

Why, oh why is facing forward considered appropriate elevator etiquette? I just want to stare at him one last time. Today needs to be the day to think of something to say, some witty conversation opener. You are running out of time.

Her brain searched now for a reason to speak, knowing it was her last chance. Instead, she reluctantly turned to face the doors. He was standing so close, lazily leaning his shoulders against the back wall. She felt the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck, goosebumps traveling up her arms in response to the moist heat. She was rocked by her immediate, erotic reaction.

Reigning in her body’s response, Keeli reminded herself that the warm breath was a result of proximity, not desire. She was a non-entity to him and had been for the16 months she had worked there. His polished appearance, custom suits and elegant leather briefcase contrasted with her wild red hair, shabby jacket, scuffed boots and faded Old Navy dress. He epitomized class and privilege; she embodied shabby chic. Maybe not even chic - just shabby. She could never bridge the gulf.

About the Author:

Madison Michael is an indie publisher, blogger and the author of the Beguiling Bachelor Series as well as the novella Desire & Dessert, from her sizzling B&B Billionaire Bachelor series. 
A Chicago native and hopeless romantic, Maddy was raised on Chicago culture, fairy tales, great literature and swashbuckling movies. Maddy employs that history, writing steamy contemporary romance novels set against the sumptuous backdrop of Chicago’s elite society.
After receiving a BA in Journalism from the University of Illinois and an MBA from Loyola University of Chicago, Madison abandoned her writing to find her way in the corporate business world. Daughter of a librarian, it was inevitable that she would return to the world of books. 
Maddy writes from high above Chicago where she can stare at its gorgeous skyline or the shores of Lake Michigan surrounded by feline assistants. When she is not writing, Maddy can be found lost in a book, fighting for the rights of the mentally ill or dining on Chicago’s famous cuisine. Hot dogs and pizza, anyone? 

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Thursday, May 23, 2019

#BookReview – “Returning for Valentine's” by Victoria Pinder


Nathan loves Beth, though he's never believed she loved him. He left to get over her, and on Valentine's Day he decided to risk everything, including his heart, and tell her.

Beth lost her heart to Nathan Sommers years ago. After a night at a friend's wedding, he took off. She tried to move on, with a guy who she could't love, but that didn't work out. Now that it's Valentine's Day, she's determined to go out and find her true love. Speed dating is better than no dating. 

Why would Nathan show up now? Can she believe in love and happy ever after? And what will his mother do next to her if she lets him in?


Beth is in love with Nathan, her childhood best friend, but they haven’t spoken since their one night stand a year earlier. When she attends a speed dating service on Valentine’s Day, she’s shocked to find Nathan there as one of her many eight-minute dates.
Beth thought about Nathan constantly and repeatedly reminded herself that he didn’t love her, never wanted her, and had used her for years when they were growing up, but she still loved him. It became repetitive. Since the story is told only in Beth’s POV, I felt as though I didn’t get to know Nathan or what he wanted.
There were a few typos, and I found some of the scenes hard to visualize. Overall, I liked the plot, but I couldn’t connect with the H/h.
3 stars

Disclaimer – I volunteered to read and review this book. I received an ebook copy through the author’s newsletter. I am not paid or compensated in any way, shape, or form for this review. I will not change or alter this review for any reason unless at my discretion.

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

#BookReview – “Daddy Daughter Weekend #1” by Lisa London


When Brandi's mom married Rob, it meant moving from a run down one-bedroom apartment literally on the other side of the tracks to an over the top penthouse in Beverly Hills. However, transferring from public school to a private all-girls high school proves to be a challenge when it comes to dating and making new friends. Brandi ends up spending all her nights and weekends at home. Alone. Luckily, her devastatingly handsome stepdad is there to keep her company.

Rob is lonely. Like super lonely. His wife enjoys screwing the help more than she does him and when she's not doing that, she's out shopping. Brandi, on the other hand, is everything her mother is not. Brandi is innocent, loyal and always around and supportive. And damn if she isn't the hottest piece he's ever seen.

What happens when Brandi finally turns 18 and they're alone in the house together for the first time?


In part one of the Daddy Daughter Weekend serial, eighteen-year-old Brandi has a huge crush on her rich stepdad Rob. Her mom is cheating on Rob, but he’s still loyal to her. When Brandi finally lets her feelings known and sets out to seduce him, Rob’s kinky side comes out to play.
I normally don’t read serials, but since I found part one as an ARC (from Instafreebie), I decided to try it because I haven’t read many daddy/daughter fantasies.
The story could use a light edit, but the typos didn’t bother me much because the story is so short. There’s no cliffhanger, but there are unanswered questions that should be answered in later installments. I really liked the story and would like to read more.
4 Stars

Disclaimer – I downloaded this book from Instafreebie and volunteered to review it. I am not compensated in any way, shape, or form for this honest review. I will not change or alter this review for any reason unless at my discretion.

Monday, May 20, 2019

#BookReview – “Canyons of Night” by Jayne Castle


Charlotte Enright, owner of a small antiques shop called Looking Glass Antiques on Rainshadow Island, and Slade Attridge, the community's new chief of police, both have something in common: they possess strong paranormal talents.

They met several years ago when they were in their teens spending the summer on the island. Slade saved Charlotte from a gang of drunken toughs, but then at the end of the summer Slade and Charlotte went their separate ways and started their adult lives.

Now, fifteen years later, they have both been drawn back to Rainshadow Island. They will discover the adult passion they have for each other and start to explore some of the mysteries of the forbidden section of the island known only as the Preserve.


In book three of the Looking Glass Trilogy (an Arcane Society spin-off), Charlotte Enright returns to the sleepy island of Rainshadow to take over her eccentric aunt’s antiques shop.
Injured in the line of duty, police chief and hunter talent Slade Attridge is surprised to find Charlotte back on the island. Friendship and romance blooms fast between them, but he never intended for anything permanent. After all, he’s about to go psi-blind (losing his talent) and believes she won’t want him after she learns the truth. Charlotte, however, has an unusual psychic ability of her own. She reads rainbows in auras and knows more about Slade’s problem than he does. When a man is murdered in her shop and a few smugglers attack two kids, they have to team up to survive but learning to trust is the greatest battle between them.
Charlotte and Slade are stubborn characters, and Slade has his fair share of past trauma. I liked Charlotte for the most part, but I wish she would’ve been a stronger woman and not put up with Slade’s coldness. I couldn’t really relate to Slade. I understand his pain, resentment, and anger, but he should’ve treated Charlotte with more respect since she only wanted to help him.
The Quicksilver Mirror and a revamped Bridewell Curiosity is now in the futuristic world of Harmony, but both played minor roles in this book. I found that disappointing.
The Arcane series is now fully combined with the Harmony series (there aren’t any more Arcane books that’s set on Earth, as far as I know). The Rainshadow books, yet another spin-off, will focus on the members of the Arcane Society and on the Guilds, and only in the futuristic time period.
3 Stars

Disclaimer – I bought this book for my own enjoyment. I am not paid or compensated in any way, shape, or form for this honest review. I will not change or alter this review for any reason unless at my discretion.

Friday, May 17, 2019

New Excerpt Reveal - "Arresting Mason" by Amber Daulton


Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.
Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.
When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

-- Nominated for the Paranormal Romance Guild 2018 Annual Readers’ Choice Awards

-- Finalist in the Critters Annual Readers' Poll 2018

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After they crossed the threshold into her loft and she reset the alarm, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bathroom. Mia’s laughter died as he slammed the bathroom door closed and pushed her against it. He jerked off her blouse and dipped his face in the swell of her breasts.
Too long. Too fucking long.
He unbuttoned her slacks, his fingers a little stiff, but he managed to push them off her hips. The fabric pooled around her ankles.
“Mason, wait. Get in the shower.” She fisted her hands in his T-shirt. Her chest heaved as she breathed. “I want to bathe you.”
He dropped his backpack and stripped off his clothes as she finished undressing. Steam wafted from the shower and fogged the glass doors as she stepped under the spray. Water darkened her hair, the lengthy locks clinging to her skin, and her nipples hardened as water sluiced over her curvy, tanned body.
Mason joined her in the tub, closed the door behind him, and hot water pelted his back in a rough caress. Tension eased from his shoulders, and he glanced at Mia as she gently rubbed a sudsy body puff over his pecs. Several bruises still marred his chest and stomach, and she looked ready to cry.
“The bruises look worse than they feel.” He clasped her cheek. “I’m a fast healer, and I’ve been through worse than what you witnessed on Saturday. When I say I’m fine, I mean it.”
She kissed the hollow of his throat and rubbed slightly harder. Tempted to jerk her against him and prove he could handle it rough, he gripped his hands in his hair to let her go at her own pace. Her soft, reverent touch eased his aches, burned through his hard shell, and pierced his dirty soul.
He’d done so many bad things in his life, and he didn’t know why she accepted him.
Because you haven’t told her everything, you asshole.

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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

#BookSpotlight - "Vyolet's Stryfe" by CeeRee Fields

Blurb ~

She's a thief bent on vengeance. He's a fighter determined to steal his thief's heart.

Vyolet is a thief and mistress of many disguises. Every city knows her by a different name. It comes in handy when she's running from her psychotic cousin. A cousin she has always stayed one step ahead until her boss forces Vyolet to turn the tables and hunt her archnemesis. Captured and left to die in a Scavenger Installation, she's hellbent on escaping before her cousin returns to kill her.

Stryfe is a fighter born and raised in the deepest pits the Scavenger Installations had to offer until he escaped. Years later, he now helps rescue others from his fate within the Installations. However, this last mission goes horribly wrong when the installation he infiltrates explodes.

Crammed into a box with a thief as they both await death, Stryfe is intrigued by her fearlessness. Hearing that the thief expects to die on her own mission, he refuses to let that happen. However, in helping her, he didn't expect his heart to be stolen during the mission.

Joining forces, Vyolet and Stryfe bring both beauty and brawn to bear on the most dangerous enemy either has faced. Will they be enough to take her nemesis down? Or will she be forced to sacrifice the man she loves to save the cities of the MFZ?

Excerpt ~

            Stryfe's body broke out in a cold sweat as he dropped the sword and yanked open the door to his greatest nightmare.  He hated enclosed spaces and these small metal boxes used for punishment felt no bigger than dog cages.  A box he'd sworn long ago never to willingly climb into again.  But then again most the promises he made to himself lately had been broken, so what was one more.  The thick metal door clanged shut with a loud snick behind him.  The sweltering heat all but stole the air from his chest and didn't help with his slippery control.
            The agony and anger were unlike anything Stryfe had ever dealt with.  Normally the two feelings sung like a symphony, luring him.  Taunting him.  Until he crashed into the very pit of hell itself.  Sometimes they were muted, twining throughout him like two lovers satisfied.  But never, in the thirty years of his life, had they been at odds.  The cacophony had him distracted and on edge.
            Jerking, his body tensed.  Someone was in the prison with him.  His blood-red energy twisted within him, restrained by his sheer force of will.  Though it waited, like a tightly coiled snake, to escape.  It wanted out to wreak havoc on anyone and anything that was near.  Whether they were a threat or not. 
            Stryfe didn't care if his energy rushed from him, but his brothers did.  And for them, he would do anything.  Including reining in his volatile nature.  Which probably explained the battle raging within him.  He'd never forcibly contained his energy himself.  His brothers had always been there to help him.  On his own, he wasn't sure how long he could keep it imprisoned.  Or how long he'd have remained sane while doing it.
            Stryfe placed his hand on the door and prepared to run to another box.  But dammit his internal countdown had stopped and he knew it was too late.  Then he felt her.  Her body briefly pressed into his as she shifted and his battle readiness relaxed a bit.  Determined to pretend the woman wasn't there he leaned his back against the door.
            “Oomph.”  Stryfe's breath left him as her sharp elbow jabbed him in the stomach.  Placing his good hand over it so she couldn't hit him again, he was at a loss.  What was he supposed to say?  He was not a people person, hell he wasn't even much of a person's person.  Wishing the comm-weave was still active so he could ask Tyr, Stryfe tried not to throw up at the throbbing pain in his arm and focused on the quiet rasp of the woman's breathing.
            But no matter how hard he struggled to distract himself, nerves began to get the better of him.  Memories of being trapped for days and sometimes weeks in the darkness swum within his mind.  His body broke out into shivers.  He wasn't sure if it was from blood loss, from the poison one of the men he had fought injected into him or from terror.
            He took a ragged breath and it was then a soothing scent surrounded him.  Stilling his body, he stiffened as the smell hit him again.  Like a fist to his face, he flattened himself against the door.  As he tentatively sniffed the stale air inside their prison.  It wasn't the stench of fear, nor the clamminess of sweat dripping from his skin.  It was subtler. Jasmine.  Inhaling deeply a soothing calmness permeated him.  Releasing the tension in his body and relaxing the knot of energy inside him.
            It was a novelty he'd never met anyone who wasn't afraid of him.  Even his brothers were wary of his abilities.  Then it dawned on him that she couldn't see him, and he sighed.  His curiosity was peaked and his mind turned towards the puzzle the woman presented.  Which helped him dispel the last of the horrors from his head.  He tried to pierce the absolute blackness, but even with his enhanced sight he had no luck. 
            All he could determine was he was sharing the space with a female.  One that reached the middle of his chest if he was standing up straight and not crammed into the equivalent of a klasfish can.  Lush curves pressed into the planes of his body and annoyance seemed to be the overlaying smell if he had to choose one of the emotions she was transmitting. 
            Then the woman huffed as if she were frustrated.  Stryfe smiled.  It felt strange.  He rarely felt amusement or many of the positive emotions.  He'd been conditioned to block all emotions but rage by his trainers.
            Scavengers weren't supposed to have feelings, especially Jingoists.  His sect were to be robots.  Reaction in battle situations were acceptable, but otherwise nothing else was allowed to interfere with his objectives.  But then again, Stryfe had never been a model Jingoist, at least in that respect, because he did feel sometimes.  He felt protective of his adopted brothers, which now encompassed Ketewah, their new village.  He cared what happened to his adopted mother and sisters. 
            And he now felt curiosity and something else.  Something undefined.  She pulled from him emotions he'd never had before, or if he had them they were long buried in a past so riddled with pain he didn't want to remember them.  His gut told him if he stayed with this woman, then she would pull them all from him and that had him back on the knife's edge of panic.  For him panic was not a good thing.  Panic usually followed with a body count.

Author Bio ~

CeeRee Fields currently lives in Groningen, the Netherlands with her husband and cat. Since she was born in Alabama and moved to the Netherlands, Dutch is not her first language which gets her into mischief in various stores around town when she tries to speak it.

She loves writing, building worlds that her characters can explore and break if they feel the need. Action, adventure and love are her favorite things. And when stuff gets blown up who says the guy is the only one who gets to do it?

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