Friday, March 30, 2018

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review For Wicked in a Kilt (Hot Scots #2) by Anna Durand •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

Wicked in a Kilt 
(Hot Scots #2) 
By Anna Durand
By Jacobsville Books

An even feistier American. A wickedly hot Scot. Passion ignites.
 Calli Douglas has avoided romance for five years, bound by a
 promise she never

should’ve made to a man she doesn’t love. Now, he refuses to let 
her go. When she leaves her backwoods hideaway to attend her 
cousin’s wedding, Calli has no intention of meeting a man. But fate
 has other plans–in the form of one scorching-hot Scotsman.

Aidan “Don Juan” MacTaggart is the living embodiment of

carnal pleasure and seductive prowess, but he longs for love and 
commitment. The moment he sets eyes on Calli, the stunning 
American captivates him. Though she’s sworn off sex and 
romance, unraveling the mystery of why tantalizes Aidan almost as
 much as her sensual curves.

As their passion for each other inspires them to explore their 
naughtiest desires, a deeper bond takes root. But when secrets from 
both their pasts threaten their happiness, they must confront their 
fears or lose everything.

Holy moley what a book! I mean what could be hotter then a 
Scott in a Kilt. This book is so well-written and thought out.
It has a great flow. This book was not only humorous but also
 fun to read.

This is Calli and Aiden's story. I love how the meet and can
see why she thought he was something else. But man his 
reaction to the bachelorette party was priceless. And man 
was he a sweetie, checking up on her and talking to cousin to
 make sure was great. It was hard not to fall for the big burly 
guy. Oh and her puppies they were sweet. But I love how 
Gavin changes his tune when Jamie shows up. Bet a book is 
on that one. But they have problems. Callie is married and 
her soon to be ex does not want to let her go. And a surprise 
from his past may rip them apart. Hope they can figure it all 

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you 
enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book, 
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it 
when you do; they value your opinions too.

Scanning the club, I hunted for a man who looked like a stripper. Trouble was, every male in here could’ve qualified—the women too. My dress, the sexiest I’d ever worn, seemed downright dowdy next to the barely there attire of every other female in the place. I halted, raising onto tiptoes to get a better view of the opposite side of the club. All the men over there had partners, whom they were kissing or fondling amid the shadows, while the strobes swept over them in a dizzying blur of colors.
Swerving my gaze away, I started off again.
And slammed into a hard body.
With a yelp, I flung my hands up. They landed on a massive chest sheathed in a cobalt blue shirt. The sight of tanned skin revealed by two open buttons riveted my attention. Muscles flexed under my fingers as the stranger laid his warm palms over my hands.
“Well now,” the stranger drawled, his voice deep and husky, “I’ve been looking for a bonnie lass, but I didn’t expect to literally run into one.”
His accent. It was…Scottish? I stumbled backward, out of his grasp, and blinked rapidly. He wore a kilt fashioned from a blue and green tartan laced with orange lines. His shirt clung to his muscled torso and the short sleeves hugged his impressive biceps. Honey-brown leather boots, stylishly scuffed, covered his large feet.
I swung my gaze to his face and my heart stuttered. Eyes the color of sapphires watched me, glittering in the pulsing lights. His gaze traveled the length of me, his gaze narrowing and then widening as he took in my dress and everything it exposed. My strappy heels boosted my height by a few inches, but I still had to tilt my head back to meet the Scotsman’s eyes.
He brushed a lock of hair away from my face. “Your dress brings out the green of your eyes. But this lighting can’t do justice to your beautiful red hair.”
My voice had abandoned me at the sight of him and those muscle-bound legs revealed below the kilt. Too bad the kilt concealed his thighs, because I would’ve bet the entirety of my meager savings they were thick and strong too.
But who wore a kilt in a night club? He had to be the stripper. But why was the entertainment hitting on me? Maybe this was part of the show. I’d never met a stripper before, so I had no idea.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the view of his powerful legs, all sinew and sun-kissed, golden skin dusted with fine brown hairs a shade darker than the chestnut hair that curled around his ears. The wavy locks, longish but not too long, glistened in the strobing lights. My fingers twitched, anxious to dive into those locks and discover their silky softness. And God created man for woman to lick.
Oh. Dear. Lord. I was turning into a sex-crazed bridesmaid, just like the rest of them.

He angled his head to study my face. “You’re the one I’ve been looking for, I think.”

·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·  Anna Durand ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·

Anna Durand is an award-winning, bestselling author
 of sizzling romances, including the Hot Scots series. 
She loves writing about spunky heroines and hunky 
heroes, in settings as diverse as modern Chicago and
 the fairy realm. Making use of her master's in library 
science, she owns a cataloging services company that
 caters to indie authors and publishers. In her free time,
 you'll find her binge-listening to audiobooks, playing 
with puppies, or crafting jewelry.

Thursday, March 29, 2018

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review For Night of the Drakoryans: A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy by Ava Sinclair •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

Night of the Drakoryans: 
A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy 
(Drakoryan Brides #.05
by Ava Sinclair 

Three dragon lords. One reluctant maiden.
And only one long night to claim her.       

Syrene does not come to Altar Rock as a willing sacrifice. 
Angered by her village’s eagerness to give her to the dragons, she
 seeks to escape. But the dragon who comes for her isn’t having it; 
he takes her anyway, and carries her home to share as mate with his
 shifter brothers. 

Now the Lords of Jo’Lyn wonder if they haven’t made a mistake. 
Syrene is as defiant of them as she was of the village she believes
 rejected her. She swears she will not give herself to even one 
Drakoryan lord, let alone three.

But the three dominant dragon shifters will not be refused. With
 the survival of their bloodline hanging in the balance, they are
 determined to find creative ways to woo their wild mate before
 the sun rises once more over the empire.      

Wow what a wonderful story! This was truly a nice tail. 
 This book like the others is well-written and thought out
 and I cannot wait for the next story.

Now this is Syrene's story. In book one of this series you 
learn about Syrene. The stubborn female the others steer 
away from. This is how she met her lords Edrys, Xarsi and
 Nyron. She has lived a horrible life. Do to her stepmother, 
the vile woman is so cruel that Syrene looks as being chosen
 as the sacrifice as a release. I love the way the guys woo 
her and do not force her into this. And when Nyron learns 
what they did to her, he losses it and I love what he did to 
them. And the deepening, when she learns what he did was

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
 enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book, 
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it
 when you do; they value your opinions too.

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·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Ava Sinclair ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·

Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little
 something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to 
kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her
 books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women
 whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding 
books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time 
with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review, Giveaway & Book Tour For Esher (Guardians of Hades #3) by Felicity Heaton •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

Title: Esher
Author: Felicity Heaton
Series: Guardians of Hades, book 3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date:  March 24th 2018

Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Water, Esher was 
banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries
 ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world 
and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.

Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates 
to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them 
and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to 
protect his home from their dark influence. Tormented by his 
past, Esher burns with hatred towards mortals and bears a 
grudge against Hades for forcing him into their world, 
condemning him to a life of battling to keep a fragile hold on
 his darker side—a side that wants to kill every human in the
 name of revenge.

Until he finds himself stepping in to save a female—a 
beautiful mortal filled with light and laughter who draws him 
to her as fiercely as the pull of the moon, stirring conflict in 
his heart and rousing dangerous needs long forgotten.
Aiko knows from the moment she sets eyes on the black-
haired warrior that he is no ordinary man, just as she’s no 
ordinary woman. Blessed with a gift, she can see through his
 stormy façade to the powerful god beneath, and the pain 
and darkness that beats inside him—pain she grows 
determined to heal as she falls deeper under his spell and 
into his world.

When the daemon bent on turning Esher against his 
brothers makes her move, will Esher find the strength to 
overcome his past and fulfil his duty, or will the lure of 
revenge allow the darkness in his heart to seize control, 
transforming him into a god intent on destroying the world?

Holy freaking gods what a book! This is a truly amazing story
 it is so well-written. It has such a beautiful slow to it hit me
 seamlessly from one part to the next and it's just so damn 
hard to put down this is the third book in the series and
 I can't wait for the fourth.

This is Esher and Aiko. He lives in Tokyo and if you read the 
first two books you know that he has a problem with humans.
 For something that happened in his past it was absolutely 
horrific. He's barely even told his brothers what happened. 
But when he needs to feisty the young girl on the train and
 saves her. He can't seem to get her out of his mind. She's 
the perfect match for him she loves the water as much as he
 does. She even loves the rain until she finds out why it 
rained. I have to admit I'd love to scene in The Tea House 
and how it all affected the rain. When something truly 
horrible happens to her he will take on his father to get her 
back his beautiful little butterfly. Let's just hope he passes the
 test his father has set before him. Maybe mom might help.
 But to find out you're going to have to read the book. 
And believe me you're going to love it.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you 
enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book, 
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it 
when you do; they value your opinions too.

Aiko led him through the narrow streets, their steps loud on the wet road. It had stopped raining at some point, and she was thankful because she had left her umbrella on the train. She glanced at the man and found him looking at the clouds, his gaze distant and his head tipped back.
His black hair grazed his temple, and she drank her fill of him, still finding it hard to believe she was walking with him to her home. Her grandmother would be proud of her. That feeling beat in her heart. She had taught Aiko to give aid to those who needed it, especially if they were from another place.
This man certainly was.
His blue eyes took on a troubled edge, and he slid them towards her, angling his head slightly in her direction so he could see her. She smiled and looked away, not wanting to upset him. When his gaze left her again, she snuck another glance at him.
He was handsome, with fine black eyebrows and long inky lashes that framed his deep blue eyes, and a straight nose and softly curved lips that were a shade or two darker than his skin in the low light. Sculpted cheekbones were accented by long sideburns that reached the lobes of his ears, and the sharp angle of his jaw. There was a coldness to his face though, the lack of lines around his eyes and mouth telling her that he rarely smiled or laughed. Why?
When he frowned at her again, she looked away and kept her eyes off him this time, not wanting to upset him.
His gaze moved away from her, but then came back to rest on her, and she kept hers fixed ahead of her, pretending not to notice the way he studied her.
Because instinct warned he would react harshly if she made it clear she was aware of him staring.
As they turned a corner onto her street and passed a small park, she swore he wanted to move closer to her, but he tensed and distanced himself instead, and his eyes left her. She looked at him, keeping her head forwards so he wouldn’t notice. His eyes scanned over the low buildings that lined the street, most of the windows dark.
Aiko wanted to know his thoughts as he became absorbed in looking at everything but her, but held her tongue instead, not wanting to appear rude.
She hadn’t met many foreigners, and had certainly never met anyone like him.
When she crossed the road, he followed, and when she stopped in front of one of the square modern buildings, he halted with her. As she pulled her backpack off, he stepped backwards and looked up the height of the two-storey building.
“Smaller than I thought.”
She slid the key into the lock on the glass door and twisted it. “It’s only a clinic. We have a few beds, but mostly father treats local people and prescribes medicine.”
She pushed the door open and walked into the dark room, years of living in the cramped building allowing her to move through the pitch-black space without hitting anything. When she reached the door to the office, she reached inside and flicked on the light. She turned to tell the man to come in.
He stood right behind her, his eyes stormy again as he looked around, his shoulders tensed as he scanned the darkness, as if he was expecting trouble.
“Father normally leaves this light on, but I prefer to turn it off when my parents are away.” She set her backpack down on the chair by the desk, and pointed to the gurney. “Have a seat.”
The man eyed it with suspicion, but moved past her and arranged himself on the padded bench. Aiko didn’t fail to notice the way his lips twisted as he sat, or the way his left arm tightened on his ribs.
“Is it just your hand that’s hurt?” She edged closer to him.
His eyes darkened a full shade, but around his pupils they seemed to grow brighter, turning cerulean. Not the lights.
She changed course, heading towards the white cupboards instead of him, giving him a moment to forget her question. He was hurt, but he didn’t want her seeing it.
Because he didn’t trust her.
Maybe it had been a mistake to insist on helping him.
Aiko paused with her fingers on the metal handle of the top drawer. It didn’t feel like a mistake though. Helping him felt like the right thing to do. She had said she would take care of his hand, and that was what she would do. She owed him that much. She wouldn’t press him to let her see his other injury, or ask him how it happened, because now she felt sure it hadn’t happened on the train.
He had been injured before saving her.
Yet he had still stepped in to help her.
“My parents are away visiting family.” She opened the drawer as she rambled, filling the tense silence and giving him a clear sign that she wasn’t going to press him for answers. “I was going to go, but university is too busy right now.”
She found the bandages and opened a fresh roll, and grabbed the scissors and tape too. She placed them on the black seat beside him and found the cotton wool and saline solution, and a tray to place all the dirty items in when she was done with them.
When she pulled a pair of disposable gloves from the box and tugged them on, he frowned at her.
“You seem used to this.” He nodded towards the items next to him when she looked at him.
Aiko shrugged and removed her short black jacket, draping it over the back of the chair, and rolled up the sleeves of her dress. “I grew up in a clinic, and I’m studying medicine at university. Can you take your coat off for me?”
He released his ribs and tugged the right sleeve of his coat up his forearm, making it clear he wasn’t going to be removing the garment. Because he didn’t want her to see the wound he was trying to hide.
She pushed the need to see it and tend to it to the back of her mind and focused on the one he would let her see and treat.
When she took a step towards him, he tensed and she flicked her eyes up to meet his. His were brighter, a sunny summer sky that deep inside she knew was a bad sign and not a good one. She kept still, watching the war rage in his eyes as his irises grew darker around the edges. She had never seen eyes like his, but then she had never met a man like him.
When his eyes settled, and he released the breath he had been holding, she risked moving. He didn’t tense again as she approached him, keeping her eyes off him to give him time to calm himself.
His voice was gravelly when he spoke. “Is university the reason you were out so late?”
He was trying to fill the silence now, to take his mind off what she was doing, and she went along with it, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible. She soaked some of the cotton wool in the saline solution on one side of the tray, and then slowly turned towards him.
As she reached for the makeshift bandage he had wrapped around the wound, she answered him so he would have something to focus on other than what her hands were doing. “I had work tonight, and afterwards I met my friends in Shibuya. I meant to be home earlier than this, but it’s so easy to lose track of time.”
She drew the white handkerchief away from his arm and her eyebrows briefly knit as she looked down and spotted a tattoo peeking out of the blood on his wrist, just above a thin black bracelet that sat flush against his skin.
He noticed where she was looking and tensed, and she swore he was waiting for her to mention it as she turned and placed the soiled cloth on the tray.
It had surprised her, but she wasn’t one to hold with the traditional view of tattoos. She doubted he was yakuza.
Aiko focused on her work, carefully wiping the blood on his arm and hand away with the saline solution until she could see the wound—a three-inch-long gash that ran at a diagonal across his forearm a few inches above his wrist.
And his tattoo.
A beautiful dark blue trident on the inside of his wrist.
“You shouldn’t be out so late at night,” he muttered as she dabbed the gash with the solution, making sure it was completely cleaned.
Clearly, he shouldn’t be out so late at night either. It meant bad things for both of them, but at least she hadn’t ended up with what looked like a knife wound. He must have been in a fight. Under the bright light of the inspection lamp, she had spotted more cuts on his neck, and a few on his face. Plus there was the one he didn’t want her to know about.
How deep was that wound?
She risked a glance at his right side as she turned to toss the used cotton wool on the tray and reached for the bandages. His black coat was wet from the rain, making it impossible for her to judge how much blood he had lost. She frowned as she spotted a single tear in it, barely an inch long.
A stab wound.
He needed treatment, and she wanted to give it to him, but she kept her tongue in check and didn’t mention it.
The wound on his arm must have been from the same fight, and it was already sealed and healing. The one he was hiding might be healing just as rapidly. Which only made the feeling she had grow stronger. He hadn’t come with her for treatment. He had come with her to ensure she reached her home safely.
“This looks good.” She carefully wrapped the bandages around his arm. “It should heal nicely. Hold this.”
He placed his fingers on the end of the bandage where hers had been. She picked up the scissors and cut the ribbon of cream material, and then grabbed the tape and snipped off two long pieces.
She placed one just below his fingers, brushing them.
He snatched his hand away as if she had burned him.
Aiko pretended not to notice that too, or his sharp intake of breath and the way his eyes drilled into her, and that feeling rose again, warning her to move away from him. She refused and placed the second piece of tape, and smoothed them both down carefully.
Her fingers slowed as she looked at his arm.
Silvery scars spiralled around his forearm, from halfway down to his wrist.
She reached out to touch one.
He shoved the sleeve of his coat down, stealing them from view, and she jumped, her entire body tensing as she quickly drew her hand to her chest.
Words warred on her lips and in her heart, an apology battling a desire to question him, to know what sort of life he led to have such deep scars, to end up wounded and act as if it was nothing.
“Thanks,” he muttered, the word hollow and devoid of the emotion that normally accompanied it.
“Would you like some tea?”
He was off the gurney before she could even finish that question, his long black coat swirling around his legs as he strode from the office.
“I should go.” He was in the doorway of the clinic by the time she left the office, his figure nothing more than a silhouette in the light coming in from the street. He looked back at her. “But thank you.”
He was gone.
Aiko stared at the doorway for a heartbeat and then hurried forwards, but there was no sign of him in the street. It was as if he had simply disappeared.
It wouldn’t surprise her if he had.
His words rang in her head, his deep voice a soothing sound as she replayed them, focusing on the last three.
A thank you that had been genuine.
He had reluctantly thanked her for tending to his wound, but then she had offered him tea and he had thanked her from the heart?
Or was that thank you for something else?
She closed her eyes and relived that moment, and the way he had looked at her.
The way his blue eyes had glowed in the slim light.
It struck her that he hadn’t been thanking her for the offer of tea.
He had been thanking her for not breaking his trust.
For not hurting him.
Aiko tipped her head back and watched the patchy clouds racing across the inky sky, revealing hints of stars between them.
Strange man.

If she could call him a man.

Books in the Guardians of Hades 
paranormal romance series:

Book 4: Marek – Coming in 2018

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·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Felicity Heaton·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·



Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today
  international best-selling author writing passionate 
paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates 
detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense 
emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that 
vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and 
wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If 
you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, 
J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine
 Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, her 
best-selling Her Angel romance series is for you. If you like
 strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires 
Realm romance series or any of her stand alone vampire 
romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that 
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try her Vampire Erotic 
Theatre romance series. Or if you like hot-blooded alpha 
heroes who will let nothing stand in the way of them claiming 
their destined woman then try her Eternal Mates series. 
It’s packed with sexy heroes in a world populated by elves, 
vampires, fae, demons, shifters, and more. If sexy Greek 
gods with incredible powers battling to save our world and 
their home in the Underworld are more your thing, then be
 sure to step into the world of Guardians of Hades.