6 Oct 2015

Blog Tour: Sinners by J. Richards

By J. Richards


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Not all who wander are lost...

Tabitha LeCaire searches the kink clubs in San Francisco for the Dom who can push her limits, yet still appreciate the finer points of manners and grace, which she’s worked so hard to master. When a friend introduces her to amysterious masked man, Tabitha thinks she may have finally found her match and
eagerly accepts his collar. But she may have made a mistake—as they say, marry in haste, repent in leisure.

Self-made businessman Nathan Battle loves his new little sub. But he can’t let her know that. Pushing her to forget her proper manners, he offers her a collar, hoping to keep her subservient to his needs. For now. Because Nathan
doesn’t do relationships.

Until family issues demand he return home, and he realizes he doesn’t want to go without his little slave. And when his mother falls in love with Tabitha, and his brother starts making eyes at her as well, things can only go from bad to worse. Until they hit rock bottom when he finds his brother and his little slave in bed...

Reader Note: contains BDSM, spanking, BBW heroine, wax play, dominance and
submission, and strong erotic romance elements


For most people, a phone call at five a.m. would be a cause for worry. Is someone hurt, in jail, or worse? As for me, I get excited every time my phone rings, no matter the hour. I roll
over to my side and grab my vibrating phone. I hold it up in the dark to see the name on the ID. Just seeing his name is enough to make my panties wet. I sit up quickly and place the phone to my ear.

“Yes, sir?” I rub at my sleepy eyes and slip from the comfort of my bed. He never calls unless he needs me.

“My office. Now.” That’s allhis dark voice utters before he ends the phone call. His office is downtown, so I have no time to waste. I jump in the shower; the water hasn’t even had a
chance to heat up before I run a razor over my legs. He likes every inch of me to be smooth. My hands slip in the soap foaming and bubbling over my skin. Chill bumps rise under my fingers as my mind begins to wonder what he has planned for me.

Knowing he will tear away whatever panties I put on, I forgo them and slip into my pencil skirt. I tuck in a button-up blouse that will offer him a glance at my lush cleavage as soon as I enter the room. The thin white fabric does nothing to hide my hardening nipples. I could blame the peaks on the cold shower, but we all know better than that. My nipples are begging for his touch, for his tongue to trace the edges of my areolas and for his teeth to sink into the hardened nubs until I
whimper for mercy. Mercy only he can give me, if he is so inclined. By the tone in his voice, I don’t imagine he is in a very giving mood.

Once in my car, I jab the accelerator, which feels awkward under my stiletto, and glance at my watch.
Five twenty a.m. He is either having a very late night or a stupid early morning. I steer the car toward his big office building and pray he understands I did my best to hurry.

I run my fingers through my still-damp hair and sigh. He won’t be happy that I didn’t blow-dry it. He hates when I tempt fate and wear my hair wet in the chilly morning air. Rolling down both the windows, I ruffle my fingers through my locks and hope the air current will help speed up the drying process.

I pull into the parking garage and smile to myself when hardly any cars are in the lot. I’ll have him
to myself. No secretary waiting outside his door, making me avoid screaming out my pleasure. I hate keeping it all bottled inside when he torments my body. No coworkers to smirk and chuckle as I exit his office, looking like a hot mess. I enjoy when it’s just us, but when those people are around, I feel only pride when I leave him. Their stares and judgmental giggles can’t take away the peace he offers me. My phone chimes.

“Where are you?” I can’t decipher his mood through text.

“The elevator, sir.” I press the button for the sixteenth floor. The ride up feels like a lifetime.

The doors open and I step out onto the marble that will lead me to him. At the end of the hall, his office doors are open. They are never left open, and this makes my belly tighten.

I stop at the plush carpet at the doorway and lower to my knees with grace, a talent one achieves only with much practice. The tightness of my skirt doesn’t allow me to part my knees like I am supposed to. I worry my lip between my teeth. Why did I choose this skirt? There isn’t anything I can do about it now. I slip my arms behind my back and tangle my fingers together.

His fingers fly over his keyboard. The sound echoes throughout the empty space. His office is large and masculine, like him. His bulky desk fills the center of the room, a brown leather couch sits to the right, and a wall of windows spans behind him. He is working in the dark. The city behind him is slowly waking up, and the skyline twinkles with the coming sun.

“Strip,” he says without looking at me. His laptop screen illuminates the hard planes of his face, his
expression offering me no indication of his mood. This mask of his drives me wild.

My Review

I am a fan of well written erotica - and BDSM is a sub-genre that I really enjoy when done right.

Sinners is a short read, straight to the point. The sex scenes were plentiful and a few, quite hot. I understand that this novel started out as a short story and perhaps, I think it might have been more effective as one as I think it would've packed a better punch that way.

I liked the present tense first person narrative, I'm a massive fan of present tense! Third person of first and think it's not played with enough in mainstream fiction which is a shame, things feel more immediate that way and it some cases I feel it can even make you connect with the character a lot better :)

My one big issue I think (highlight for spoilers) was the scene with the brother, Theo. It was all forgived way too easily, and this was actually an act that to me, serves as non-consent. It felt very much brushed over and Tabitha's own reaction to it felt so lukewarm I couldn't believe it. It left me feeling uncomfortable and wondering what planet these people were living in. For the serious scene that the story dealt with, I felt like it should have been countered with a more serious tone by the story itself.


Image and video hosting by TinyPicJ. Richards is a twenty six year old mother and wife. She was born
in a small town in New Hampshire, which she left at the age of eighteen to marry the love of her life. Leaving everything and everyone she had ever known to live down south with her new husband. They have now been married for almost eight years and are raising a wild child of a daughter. Her husband is in the
military and because of that, they have shared the joys and struggles of moving around the country.

J. Richards has always loved reading and writing, dreams of
becoming a published author seemed just that, only dreams. In 2015, with
encouragement from a friend, she submitted a short story to etopia press and
was beyond surprised when they wished to publish it. She now has four works
under contract and a very hot series in the making.

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21 May 2015

Reclaiming Love
By Shirleen Davies


Adam Monroe has seen his share of
setbacks. Now he’s back in Peregrine Bay, looking for a new life and second


life rebounded after the sudden betrayal of the one man she ever loved. As president of a successful real estate company, she’s built a new life and future, pushing the painful past behind her.

Adam’s reason for accepting the job as the town’s new Police Chief can be explained in one word—Julia. He wants her back and will do whatever is necessary to achieve his goal, even knowing his biggest hurdle is the woman he still loves.

As they begin to reconnect, a terrible scandal breaks loose
with Julia and Adam at the center. 
Will the threat to their lives and reputations destroy their fledgling romance? Can Adam identify and eliminate the danger to Julia before
he’s had a chance to reclaim her love?


Adam set down his dessert fork, pushed back the plate and turned toward Julia, his jaw working as he leaned forward, his thumb rubbing across her lower lip.

“You missed a bite,” he said as he held out his thumb, then brought it to his lips,
tasting the sweet tang of lemon.

She watched his movements, unaware her lips had parted, her tongue peeking out to moisten them.

He cupped her face in his hands, letting his gaze wander over her face to the
fullness of her mouth, then to her deep green eyes. “I want you in my future.
No other woman…just you.” He leaned forward, touching his lips with hers before
delivering a searing kiss that sent tremors through both of them. The beginning
of a devastating grin tipped the corners of his mouth up as he pulled back. “We
don’t need to talk more of it tonight. I just didn’t want you leaving here without knowing how I feel.”

He’d driven her home, kissing her lightly, asking if he could see her again soon.
All she could do was nod, causing a crooked smile to brighten his face.

She’d lain awake for hours rehashing Adam’s words the night before, words that curled around her heart, squeezing out the small amount of resistance still left.
There now remained no doubt in her mind he wanted her. In all the years she’d
known him, he’d never lied to her. She might not have liked what he said, but lying
held no place in his life.

Julia touched her lips with a finger, closing her eyes, remembering the sensations of his touch. No man had ever affected her the way he did and she doubted anyone
ever would.


Shirleen Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grewup in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees from San Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day she provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her real passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find redemption through love and acceptance. She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.

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7 Apr 2015

Blog Tour: Lover, Divine by A. Star

Lover, Divine (Mythos: Gods and Lovers #1)
By A. Star
Genre: Fantasy Romance

Book Blurb
For fans of the Oracle of Delphi series...and for those who aren't...

Born into one of the wealthiest families in Ireland, Siobhan Law has status, privilege, and a secret: The Greek gods of Olympus and their kingdom in the clouds are real, and her family acts as one of their agents on Earth.

When the beautiful immortal celeste Liam Argyros shows up claiming to have come to Earth to deal in the affairs of the divine, Siobhan finds herself unable to resist his charms. New to the game of passion and seduction, she quickly ends up in over her head, sinking deeper with every attempt Liam makes to win her over.

But Liam’s divine mission is far more complex than she ever imagined and nothing is truly as it seems. Because Liam has a secret of his own: He is Apollo, Olympian god of the Sun, and his mission will never be complete until he has claimed Siobhan’s heart forever.

WARNING: For readers 18+ only. Contains adult language and sexual situations.

My Review

This book appealed to me because I really enjoyed P.C. Cast's Goddess Summoning series. I adore Greek Mythology, I love romance, what was there not to get excited about?

The Gods have always been a tricky lot—and perhaps, in this, A. Star stayed more faithful than most. While Apollo made it clear that he loves Siobhan, there are no promises of fidelity, in fact, to the contrary. He's immortal, he's a God. A faithful God of the Greek pantheon does sound like a stretch I suppose.

Interesting take on it with the Influential Family acting as agents of the Gods on Earth. So much potential here!

Unfortunately for me, it didn't pan out. I've read my share of dub-cons—and there was quite a bit of that here—and I've come out liking them. But never one where the father was basically selling his own daughter to a God! Perhaps it just goes against my own beliefs, that even when up against the Gods, one would want to protect their own children instead. I felt seriously betrayed on Siobhan's behalf and don't understand how it could've been forgiven.

I had a lot of issues with Siobhan. She fell in love with a God? I can understand that and believe it. But I don't think it would've stripped her of her own pride and dignity. And there's also the fact that Apollo did nothing to actually contribute to making these feelings arise in her. Lust? Sure! But love? And then the long absences followed by his showing up and informing her that he was taking her children away? During the majority of the novel I felt like she was just treated like a glorified sex object.

Perhaps I'm too much of a romantic. I can accept a lot of things because Pantheon gods, faeries, vampires etc. they are not wholly good or wholly bad creatures, they're often morally ambiguous. I could've taken the promise of future infidelity, but I couldn't handle the taking of the children away from their mother. Or the mother's attitude in taking only a few moments to get over it and then proceed to spend her night with the God taking away said children. It just lead to me not really liking either character.

However, having said that, this is just one opinion and if you love Gods and don't mind imbalanced and rocky relationships, then perhaps give this one a go anyway :)

Author Bio

A. Star is a fan of dirty passion. She likes to read it, and she damn sure likes to write it. Her first adult romance/fantasy novella is called Invasion, an alien romance about sacrifice. Lover, Divine is the first release from the Mythos: Gods and Lovers series. Future releases under A. Star include, King, Desired (Mythos: Gods and Lovers #2), the Love & Steampunk series, the Purr, Inc. stories, and more.


Email Diantha Jones/A. Star at: theauthor (at) diantha-jones (dot) com

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24 Mar 2015

Blog Tour: After Death by Elle Jefferson

After Death
By Elle Jefferson
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Book Blurb

It'd been building for months, festering inside her, begging to come out, but she controlled it.

But standing over his body, watching blood pool beneath his chest and soak into the carpet, waiting for him to take his last breath, she knew.

Control could go to hell.

They all could go to hell and she'd send them there.

She was letting the monster out.

And with it, she would get her revenge.

Book Excerpt

“Mystery—” Emma’s words died there. She seemed to remember at the same time he did, the article. His aunt Laurel had shown them both a story from The Sun, a local paper, when they were still back in Oxford looking for Lendyn. The feature was about Devin being hounded by fans at the JFK. Accompanying the story was a picture of Lendyn and Devin. The article failed to identify Lendyn but assumed her to the role of mystery girlfriend.

As much as he wanted to believe in Lendyn’s visions, Callum did not believe Devin was in trouble. No, he believed they would find Devin safe and sound in some penthouse suite. That his disappearance was nothing more than a ploy to win sympathy from Lendyn. He believed this because it was easier than believing the other possibility. That Lendyn could see into the thoughts of vampires.

“People think Lendyn is behind Devin’s disappearance,” Emma shrieked, her attention turned to Callum, “it won’t be long before someone is able to identify her,” she looked back to Katherine, “who exactly is talking?”

Katherine adjusted the bracelet around her wrist, “Remember how Lendyn called Marley, Devin’s manager about a week ago? Well, she wasn’t the only one to call Marley. Jonathan, his assistant, called and then,” she released her bracelet and met Emma’s eye, “his mother. Who, after Marley confirmed that she had not seen or spoken to Devin in weeks, said she was calling the police.”

“Wait, Devin’s mother called his agent looking for him too?”

“Yes,” Katherine answered.

“But his dad was behind Lendyn’s abduction.”

Katherine nodded, “Paul most definitely was, but I don’t think his Devin or his mother was a part of the equation. If you had seen the damage those howlers did to him, they definitely were unconcerned with his life.”

Callum got up and started his pacing again. Zach and Lendyn needed to hurry up.

My Review

I didn't realise at first that this book was a continuation of an already existing series. There's no mention of it as a part of a series, nor does it allude to previous books in the book summary, so I began reading it as a standalone. It probably fits in as the third book in the At Death it Begins series, but I was happy to plunge in, I've often started series midway (usually always by mistake lol) and it tends to pan out quite well!

In the case of After Death, maybe it would have been better to read from book one, mainly because I would've understood the existing relationships and their dynamics. But I did start to see what the main relationships were, romantic and otherwise.

I'm not sure that reading previous books would've made a difference to my overall feeling on the book and its characters. Though fast moving, the story feels crowded. It's clear the author has a lot to tell but I got this disjointed feel from it.

I'm not sure either how I feel about Lendyn's relationship with Callum. There was a big emphasis on the two of them coming together physically, and although I love a good build-up of sexual tension, the constant near misses didn't contribute to a slow burn or even to their relationship.

Lendyn's voice in the novel threw me. She comes across much younger than her actual age and I was surprised when I learned how old she was, though some of her attitudes and actions could be attributed to the fact that she is in the middle of a transition.

I'd say, based on what I've read, that this particular book isn't for me, but I'd say try the first book if you like the sound of the summary. It is a bit of a crazy ride :)

Author Bio

Writing romances with a paranormal twist and always having an HEA.





17 Mar 2015


Ah, the joys.

Okay, ignore the sarcasm up there, because there really are some joys. Every time I find a new way to connect things, rework them so that the story flows better, more believably, that's a triumph and I feel this kind of happiness, tempered by wondering if it's going to happen again.

At the moment I've had to put the breaks on the writing of the new scenes themselves and take a good, long, hard look at the story and find out what's been bothering me so much. I wasn't really surprised to see that there were a lot of things that I'd need to change. In a way, the entire feel of the story has shifted. Although initially there were themes of horror, they were grounded firmly in the supernatural.

Now, I've toned it down, the supernatural is still present but the story has, probably what I'd refer to as more human horrors now. I'm hoping this will generate more emotion for the readers and it is very much still a story dealing with the supernatural, the unknown.

*Inspiration for Micaela's character
It's usual for me to start and rework a project, I do this several times but normally, around the first bout of editing, I start to see the project as a dead end one and start on the next thing that will end up the same way. With this one it's been different. Although it hasn't been perfect - very far from it - Micaela's story has felt as if it has been constantly evolving, and although it's been mostly a one step forward, two steps back process, that is still progress.

Still have a lot of re-writing ahead, but it looks I'll still be able to keep a decent amount of scenes from my first draft at the moment, even if these end up heavily edited (as they probably should!). The most important thing I think, is that at this stage, I still feel excited about this novel, even if it's taking so much longer than I thought. The fact that I still want to keep going, that I still want to get this down and as well as I can, means that maybe this is the first story that I've had that I really need to write. So, here's to seeing it through to the end. (Um, hopefully that end will be sooner rather than later, but we'll see lol.)

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12 Mar 2015

Blog Tour: Junior Inquisitor by Lincoln Farish (Plus excerpt and giveaway!!!)

Junior Inquisitor
By Lincoln Farish
Genre: Dark Urban Fiction / Horror

Book Blurb

Brother Sebastian is halfway up a mountain in Vermont, hell-bent on interrogating an old woman in ashack, when he gets the order to abandon his quest for personal vengeance. He has to find a missing Inquisitor, or, more likely, his remains. He’s reluctant, to say the least. Not only will he have to stop chasing the best potential lead he’s had in years, this job—his first solo mission—will mean setting foot in the grubby black hole of Providence, Rhode Island. And, somehow, it only gets worse…
If he’d known he would end up ass deep in witches, werewolves, and ogres, and that this mission would jeopardize not only his sanity but also his immortal soul, he never would’ve answered the damn phone.

Author Bio

Called an adventurer and quite possibly insane, Lincoln has traveled to many continents and countries on his own and at his country’s behest to determine from whence the darkness comes. Despite persistent rumors, Lincoln maintains that he had nothing to do with the tiger, was not involved in illicit wiener dog races, and has never used his knowledge of genetics to create a better life form.





I took another step into the shop, pushing against the waves of evil. On the next set of shelves, I saw a severed hand in a large clear jar. The hand of a slain witch contains the knowledge of the deceased. The possessor then has that knowledge, all her spells and tricks. It’s one of the reasons witches were burned years ago...

A flash of movement from the other side of the room caught my eye. Two handmade Raggedy Ann style dolls were each held fast to the counter by a small black iron chain. The dolls were sitting slumped, as though alive and waiting for release. High-pitched, girlish voices came from them, full of hate, malice, and insanity. A sign in front of them said they were Hogaana Dolls.

A summoned spirit—a soul called from Hell—can be captured and enslaved by a strong or skilled witch. Trapped between here and Hell, the spirit can act as an oracle and tutor—a guide for witches trying to learn and experience new levels of power and what I’d call madness but she would refer to as “clear thinking” or “a deeper understanding.” The drawback is that a spirit is still ethereal and can escape easily unless tightly contained and constantly fed power to keep it here. The bound spirit can be transferred into a vessel to contain it in a form, a body...
My hands were shaking, my stomach roiled, and my eyes stung from the candles and incense. I wanted to flee...

I needed to leave and report back. This was beyond my abilities.

When I looked up, a tall, thin woman was staring at me from behind the counter. Her gray hair grew in clumps between patches of gnarled burn scars. She was dressed in a tight jumpsuit, stained with blood. Rings covered her hands, and I saw the deep purple of porphyrite in one.

Her face had an odd twist to it, as though someone had taken a screw, driven it into her nose, and turned it. She was a Screwface—a witch who thrived on pain and torture. A witch I wasn’t capable of breaking, or even dealing with. And now it was too late for me to escape.

Only a very special type of Inquisitor—a man without empathy, one who would be called a sociopath in the regular world—could deal with them. Formed into teams called Hammers, they’re elite, but they die even faster than regular Inquisitors. Not only do they train longer and harder than my regular Brethren, they receive special instruction on how to deal with Screwfaces. And despite all this training and conditioning, they’re still sometimes reduced to a pitiful weeping mess after one of their Purges.

Her smile reeked of madness and pain.

One of the dolls moved and shrilled, “Make it bleed.”

She glanced at it then raised the hand with the porphyrite ring, which was glowing and snapping in a purple and black nimbus. She was unleashing some spell; only magic was that mind-bending color. “Goodbye, false monk.”


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10 Mar 2015

What I've been reading and exciting YA Fantasy released today!

Been a good couple of weeks in terms of reading. Still, I can't help wishing I had time for more than one or two books a day and my next holiday is still a little bit a way. Check out what I've been reading February - March!

Patricia's books

The Dressmaker's Duke
4 of 5 stars
I usually like my Regency Romances with a heap of laugh out loud humour and silliness. But that isn't to say that I don't enjoy the more serious Romances, ones that fit the rules of that society as they should, ones that show the darker ...


And this month have a few more lineups, and this is one on my defintie TBR list! Have been waiting for it ever since finishing Gates of Thread and Stone, it's out today! Expect to see a review of it soon :D

The Infinite by Lori M. Lee


The walls of Ninurta keep its citizens safe.

Kai always believed the only danger to the city came from within. Now, with a rebel force threatening the fragile government, the walls have become more of a prison than ever.

To make matters worse, as Avan explores his new identity as an Infinite, Kai struggles to remind him what it means to be human. And she fears her brother, Reev, is involved with the rebels. With the two people she cares about most on opposite sides of a brewing war, Kai will do whatever it takes to bring peace. But she’s lost her power to manipulate the threads of time, and she learns that a civil war might be the beginning of something far worse that will crumble not only Ninurta’s walls but also the entire city.

In this thrilling sequel to Gates of Thread and Stone, Kai must decide how much of her humanity she’s willing to lose to protect the only family she’s ever known.

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