Tuesday, July 31, 2018

*✿༻..•.¸¸•´¯`• Review For Betrayed by Destiny (Warlon Chronicles Book 1) By Joanna Mazurkiewicz •´¯`•.¸¸.༺✿*

Betrayed by Destiny 
(Warlon Chronicles Book 1) 
By Joanna Mazurkiewicz 


In the quest for a child, she’ll face her greatest fear! 
Warlon –the Kingdom of magic ruled by King Thomas where 
shifters, human and mages live peacefully together. Unfortunately 
for Daria, her allotted place was decided by her father’s 
reputation. Salvador ran away with the King’s wife. 

As the daughter of the wife-thief, she’s been made to suffer for her

 father’s transgressions, pushed to the edges of proper society. 

When a vampire kidnaps a human child, Daria volunteers to go in
 search. The promise of learning magic is enough to entice her. It is
 her one chance to go from being a scullery maid to becoming 
someone else–maybe even prince’s true love. Along with the 
drunken elf, a prince and her panther Bruce, Daria sets off on the
 adventure that could change her life forever.

Oh my gods what a book! This book is extremely well-
written and thought out. This is the first book in a new 
series by Joanna and I am so ready for book two.

This is Daria's story. This young woman has not been
 treated well at all. The sins of the father my butt. 
Clarrisa is a total donkey’s patoot. And mean as can be
 to her. All because of something her father did? I do 
not buy it. I was so happy to see karma bite the witch in
 her fanny finally. But I wish Cristoff would not have lost 
his memory in the other place. But hopefully he will get 
it back and wait till you meet Xynita you are going to 
love the crazy elf. But I have to say I loved Bruce even 
when he was snarky. I so want book two now to see 
what happens next now that he is back home.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off. 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.

·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Joanna Mazurkiewicz ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·

Joanna Mazurkiewicz was born in Poland. She moved to
 United Kingdom when she was only nineteen and just 
finished high school. She had aspired to be a writer upon 
completion of the Harry Potter series but also enjoyed 
reading books like 'Gone with the Wind', 'Animal Farm' and
 'The doll'. She graduated from Swansea University with 
a bachelor degree in American Studies. While studying in the
 UK she made a decision to start writing fiction in English.

The "Whispers of the Sprite" is her first debut novel and she
 is currently working on the second book in the series. 
Joanna lives in Cowbridge, a small town in South Wales 
near Cardiff with her boyfriend Bruce. She enjoys cycling 
around Welsh countryside some of which has become the 
settings in her first series.

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Monday, July 30, 2018

*✿༻..•.¸¸•´¯`• Review, Giveaway & Book Tour For Claimed by her Cougar by Felicity Heaton •´¯`•.¸¸.༺✿*

New York Times best-selling paranormal romance author 
Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new 
shifter romance release, Claimed by her Cougar, the first 
book in her brand new Cougar Creek Mates Series. Set in
 her popular Eternal Mates world, Cougar Creek Mates takes
 you into the deep Canadian wilderness to a secret place 
that’s home to a cougar shifter pride led by four sexy 
brothers, each guaranteed to steal your heart and set it 
racing! With all four books in the series releasing just weeks 
apart, this is going to be one hot summer.

Check out the book and be sure to enter the awesome grand
 giveaway happening at her website!

Purchase Links

About the Book

Having lost his parents and mate in a brutal attack on his 
cougar shifter pride by a hunter organisation, Rath burns with
 a need to keep humans off his land and out of his life. He’ll 
do whatever it takes to protect his pride from them, but when
 a lone female wanders into his territory, it isn’t a burning 
need to drive her away he’s feeling and it isn’t his pride that 
needs protecting—it’s his heart.

Down on her luck, Ivy follows a lead to a spot where she 
hopes to photograph black bears, but what she discovers 
there is a mountain of a man who lacks manners and seems
 determined to drive her off his property—a man who stirs 
unbidden fire in her veins and a strange sense of home.

With a pride gathering on the verge of happening at Cougar
 Creek and the air charged with a mating heat, the last thing
 Rath needs is a human on his land, especially one as 
beautiful and alluring as Ivy, one who rouses a fierce need to
 fight for her, but he can’t convince himself to let her go… and
 that proves dangerous for them both.

Oh my gods what a book! This book is extremely well-
written and thought out. This is the first book in a new 
series by Felicity and I am so ready for book two.

This is Ivy and Rath's story. Wrath is in charge of taking
 care of the new place for the Cougars to meet. After 
years ago when his clan was nearly wiped out by 
Archangel he is leery of any human near his property.
 When Ivy wanders onto the property looking for Bears 
he is so mean to her. He still doesn't trust any humans. 
And Ivy is as human as they come and sweet as can be
 and soon enough he finds himself wanting to keep her. 
But he allows her to take her pictures as long as she 
doesn't show any of the cabins. But unfortunately when
 she accidentally catches a glimpse of the cap and it 
brings danger to them. Or so they thought. Now he has
 to figure out how to save her while she's trying to save
 him and explain to her everything she just saw. He has
 to send her away but he doesn't want to let's hope he 
makes the right decision in the end. I am so ready for the
 next book I'm dying to read Storm's story.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off. 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.


He emerged from the cabin to her right and set a chipped white mug down on the table beside her. The coffee was black, and Ivy preferred hers white, but she was damned if she was going to mention it. Steam rose off it, luring her in with the promise of warmth, and she grabbed it and lifted it to her lips, and breathed in the aroma.
A contented sigh swept through her.
While he lacked milk and manners, he had good taste in coffee, clearly made it using grounds and not instant granules.
She would have thanked him if he hadn’t chosen that moment to speak.
“So, you have your coffee, where’s my proof?” He remained standing, a glowering tower of muscle and menace, his eyes dark and stormy again as he fixed her with a hard look and nursed his own cup of coffee.
Clearly the caffeine hadn’t improved his manners.
She reluctantly set her mug down, rifled through her backpack and found her stash of memory cards. She inserted one in her camera, found it was blank, and tried another, growing increasingly aware of the man where he stood over her, waiting.
“I have proof,” she muttered, sure he was convinced otherwise by now.
Her heart did a flip in her chest when the camera revealed pictures on the card she had inserted, and she quickly flicked through them, her hands shaking as she hunted for the ones she had taken last fall. There were a lot of eagles, and some deer, and other animals, but no bears. Damn it. She wiped the back of her hand across her brow, clearing the sweat gathering on it as she stewed under his fierce scrutiny, and kept skimming through the photographs.
Relief crashed over her when she found the shots, and she looked up the height of him, into eyes that were definitely more gold than grey now. “No stealing my camera.”
He arched an eyebrow at that, and how fiercely she clutched it to her, and even sighed as she placed the strap back around her neck so he couldn’t easily grab it off her.
Of course, she hadn’t considered something important when she had chosen to protect her camera by placing the strap around her neck.
The fact he would have to get close to her to see the pictures on the screen.
When he hunkered down beside her, his big body crowding her and making her feel small despite her generous curves, and his masculine earthy scent and heat flowing over her, she swallowed hard and did her damnedest to ignore the way it lit her up inside, warmed her better than any fire could have.
He prodded the screen. “That’s a grizzly.”
The huge brown bear was unmistakable with its long nose and hump on its back above its front legs.
“I took it around a hundred miles from here last fall. It’s part of a series I’m shooting about Canadian bears.” She wiped the smudge from his finger from the screen, trying not to huff as she did it, using it as something to focus on other than how near he was to her and the way her blood was turning to molten fire in her veins, burning hotter the longer he remained hunkered down beside her.
She flicked to the next picture, and then the next, until he had seen all of them and she was sure he would move away again.
She lifted her eyes at the same time as he did and stilled as they locked, that heat rolling through her rapidly reaching boiling point.
Hell, he was closer than she had realised, so close she could pick out flecks of gold and blue against the stony grey in his irises and that the dark stubble coating his square jaw concealed a slight dip in the centre of his chin.
He stared at her, his pupils slowly dilating, a hint of blue-green emerging around them as they devoured the grey. The tension in the air thickened, the heat like an inferno now as she lost herself in his eyes, couldn’t shake herself out of whatever trance he had placed her in.
Or maybe it was a trance that had come over them both, because he shook his head and a flicker of a frown caused his eyebrows to dip, and then he eased back on his haunches.
He cleared his throat and the banked heat in his eyes was devoured by a glacial abyss. “That proves nothing. Hunters often take pictures during recon missions to new areas, so their friends can see proof there are bears.”
Good grief, he had to be the least trusting person she had ever met. It was infuriating.
“Well, it’s all I have. My laptop is back in my Jeep and even then I could only show you more pictures and some official documents, and I’m guessing you want to see something like my website or awards or maybe my damned passport and a certificate that states in big letters that I’m not a hunter!”
Her outburst didn’t even make him flinch.
He just regarded her coolly for a few seconds before pushing onto his feet, setting his mug down beside hers, and striding back into his cabin.
What the hell was he up to now?
She snagged her coffee and sipped it, trying to get her nerves back under control as her heart jittered around in her chest. He was being unreasonable. She had given him all the proof she could. When he came back, she was just going to ask him whether or not he was going to let her stay on his land to photograph the bears.
She set her mug back down and focused on switching the memory cards in her camera again, and looked at the pictures she had taken.
Including a shot of him.
Hell, he fitted right into his wild surroundings, as rugged as the mountains and alluring as the big cats that roamed them.
The man emerged from the cabin again, and she switched off her camera and opened her mouth and then snapped it shut again, her eyebrows drawing down as she spotted the silver laptop he carried. He leaned against the railing that ran around the deck, his back to the valley, opened the computer and looked down at the screen as it lit up, holding the laptop in his left hand, resting against his thighs.
The light from it made his eyes look blue again, and she found herself staring up at them, wondering how they changed depending on the light or the angle she was at to him. She had never noticed anyone else’s eyes do that. Maybe it was the flecks of colours in them catching the light, creating the illusion they had changed colour.
Her eyebrows rose.
Did her eyes change like his?
Hers were hazel, flecked with gold. Maybe they appeared more gold at times to people.
His gaze shifted to her, he twisted the laptop towards her and jerked his chin. “Show me this website of yours.”
She took the laptop, shifted her camera to one side so it didn’t get in the way, and settled it on her lap. In the corner of the screen, the computer showed a strong internet connection. Not surprising, although it probably would have shocked most people. She hadn’t missed the row of solar panels he had peeking out from beneath the trees to her right. If he was generating his own electricity, it stood to reason he had a few modern conveniences like satellite internet.
She typed in the address of her website and handed the computer back to him, her gaze drifting to the river as he took it from her. She wanted to be there, with her camera poised, waiting for a bear to show up. The sun was creeping higher now, and the mist was growing thinner. It would be gone before long, and so would the opportunity to get the picture she had envisaged.
“Ivy Wentworth,” he drawled, voice so smooth and deep that warmth curled through her in response, and she had to shake her head to push out that image of him stalking towards her through the mist, his eyes locked on her, intense and focused.
“That’s me.” She swallowed to wet her dry throat, reminded herself that she wasn’t looking for a man, had been burned one time too many, and lifted her eyes from the river to him.
He glanced at her, and then frowned back at the screen, tapping the tracking pad. He was silent for so long that she had half a mind to ask whether she could at least go back to the river and look for bears while he pored over her life’s work.
He finally huffed, snapped the laptop closed and regarded her with a cool gaze that gave nothing away.
“Satisfied now?” She tipped her chin up and held his gaze, refusing to let him fluster her as he stared at her in silence.
He hiked his wide shoulders. “You seem legit… and not a hunter.”
The dark way he said that left her feeling it was a good thing for her, that he was being positively polite compared with how he would have been treating her if she had turned out to be a hunter.
“So am I still being kicked off your land?” Land she wasn’t sure he owned or had any right to kick her off of anyway.
He placed the laptop down on the other chair, resumed his position against the railing, resting his backside against it, and held his right hand out to her.
“I want to see the pictures you took today.”
Ivy held back her sigh, switched her camera on again, and angled it towards him. He stooped beside her, that heat curling around her again, making it difficult to focus on the fact he had been nothing but a bastard to her. She’d had her fair share of bastards and was done with them. Yasmin was right about the fact they didn’t deserve her.
She flicked through the pictures, frowned at him when he tried to touch the screen again and moved it away from him, fielding a black look from him that lasted only a second before he looked back down at the screen.
And his entire face darkened.
“Delete that.” His voice was a low growl in her ear.
She looked down at the photograph. One of him. Clearly he didn’t like being photographed. She shifted her thumb to the delete button and paused with it hovering over it, her eyes on the screen and the image of him emerging from the mist. Damn, he had looked magnificent.
It was a shame he had turned out to be as growly as the grizzlies in these parts.
He pressed her thumb down on the button, and she scowled at him for taking the decision out of her hands. When he saw there were other pictures of him, he seized the camera and tugged it towards him, and glared at it as he deleted them.
Every single one of them.
Erasing himself from history?
Maybe the solitude had gone to his head and he had gone a little crazy.
A chill swept down her spine.
Or maybe there was a reason he was hiding out here in the wilderness and got jumpy when a stranger strolled onto his perceived property.
She slowly, cautiously took the camera from him, and he rose back onto his feet to tower over her, a six-six wall that looked just as formidable now as he had when he had been dragging her along the riverbank.
Her heart pounded as their eyes met, heat blooming unbidden in her blood as his narrowed on hers and darkened with something she couldn’t call anger this time.
She wanted to look away, but held his gaze, breathed through the strange surge of sensation that went through her and focused on the reason she was here, using it to shut down the unruly part of herself that kept responding to him in a highly inappropriate, and unsettling, way.
“So are there bears here?” Her voice sounded small, fragile, weak in her ears.
He nodded and averted his eyes, fixing them on the river to his right. She had the damnedest feeling he was avoiding her.
Maybe he had been burned too.
Maybe that was the reason he was out here, alone in the middle of nowhere.
“Can I wait and see if I can get a picture of them? Just a few shots. That’s all I need.”
His stony eyes landed on her again. “No. I want you gone now.”
Damn him. She wasn’t going to go down without a fight, not now she knew there were bears here.
“Fine, I’ll go further up the valley.”
He met those words with a black look and bit out, “No, you won’t. It’s dangerous beyond this point.”
“Do you own that land too?” She felt sure she was getting somewhere now, used the tiny sliver of compassion and concern he had revealed to her to her advantage. When he shook his head, she shrugged. “So you have no way of stopping me going up that way. I’ll be off your land.”
He folded his thick arms across his broad chest and glared down at her, his jaw muscles popping beneath his dark scruff. He had done enough intimidating her for one day. She was done with it.
“I either go up the valley or photograph the bears here. Your choice.” She bit back her smile when his expression darkened further and he looked as if he was chewing on a wasp.
“I can’t let you go up the valley.” His grey eyes looked more gold again as he stared into hers, his pupils dilating to darken them. “You can stay here for the morning, but I want you gone in the afternoon.”
She smiled up at him. Score another one for her.
He looked away from her, frowning at the river, and when his eyes slid back to her, they were definitely more gold than grey, sent a shiver through her as they met hers and had that banked heat threatening to burst into wildfire as he spoke, his deep voice rolling over her, through her, lighting her up in a dangerous way.
“But I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Books in the Series

(coming 18th August 2018)

(coming 8th September 2018)

(coming 29th September 2018)

About Felicity

Felicity Heaton

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, the best-
selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, 
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm 
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 the best-selling Vampire Erotic
 Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled 
with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to
 demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look 
at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in 
touch, you can find her at the following places:


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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸.ஐ Review, Giveaway & Book Tour For CLAIMED BY THE KING by Lorelei Moone Shifters of Black Isle, #1 ஐ..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸.


by Lorelei Moone
Shifters of Black Isle, #1
Publication Date: July 20, 2018

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance,
Shifters, BBW, Novella, Standalone



Abandoned by her people, a young woman was being 
sent to her doom.

Kelly was going to be a prisoner; a slave. At least that’s what
 she thought as she waited for the mysterious giants that 
lived on the Black Isles to claim her. A human sacrifice, once 
every eight years. That’s what it took to keep mankind safe 
from these savages.

The human would ensure the survival of his bloodline. 
Whether he liked it or not.

Broc’s reign as King of the Black Isles had lasted seven 
years already. That was a long time to go without a queen 
and therefore, an heir. He knew what he had to do; to claim
 the human offering and make her his own.

When they met, it changed everything. A glimmer of hope, 
even of love, in unexpected places. But life on the Black Isles
 was far from simple. And there were powerful secrets, yet to
 be uncovered, that could change everything yet again.

Claimed by the King is the first in Lorelei Moone’s brand new
 fantasy romance series, Shifters of Black Isle. Shifters, 
magic and relatable characters; set in a mysterious, distant 
land, where anything seems possible, and yet all its 
inhabitants hold dear could be destroyed in an instant.

Holly cow what a phenomenal story. It is so completely 
well written and thought through. I would love to read 
more about them. Thank goodness it shows a book two
 to follow at the end.

This is Broc and Kelly's story. The story starts with 
Kelly's people sending her to her supposed Doom with 
the Giants. But things are far from what they seem when
 she arrives on the island. Brock is determined to take 
her as his bride but not the way to tradition would 
normally do. He wants to woo her and have her come 
willingly. But as they grow closer it only seems that his 
top Soldier Teaq and Reha seem to be conspiring 
against them. Then there's a small problem of the 
prophecy. And it seems that there are surprises left for 
them all leading up to Reha throwing Kelly into the 
dungeon for unknown reasons too Broc and Kelly. 
Seems she is more special than she thinks. Now they 
just have to find a way to release her and convince 
everyone she is not the threat they believe her to be.

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.


Lorelei Moone is an author of paranormal / fantasy romance
 based in London. A lover of all things sweet, and 
caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters
 and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can
 be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.