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Don’t You Cry

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Don’t You Cry by Mary Kubica

(Expert from Goodreads) In downtown Chicago, a young woman named Esther Vaughan disappears from her apartment without a trace. A haunting letter addressed to My Dearest is found among her possessions, leaving her friend and roommate Quinn Collins to wonder where Esther is and whether or not she’s the person Quinn thought she knew.

Meanwhile, in a small Michigan harbor town an hour outside Chicago, a mysterious woman appears in the quiet coffee shop where eighteen-year-old Alex Gallo works as a dishwasher. He is immediately drawn to her charm and beauty, but what starts as an innocent crush quickly spirals into something far more dark and sinister than he ever expected.

As Quinn searches for answers about Esther, and Alex is drawn further under Pearl’s spell, master of suspense Mary Kubica takes readers on a taut and twisted thrill ride that builds to a stunning conclusion and shows that no matter how fast and far we run, the past always catches up with us in the end.

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My Review

4 stars

We start the story in Chicago and narrated by Quinn. She finds that her roommate has disappeared and starts going through her stuff to try and figure out where she has gone. The more of the stuff she goes through the more she learns that her roommate had lots of secrets and is nto the person Quinn thought she was.

We alternate between view points to Alex, a young man in a small town in Michigan. He is a dishwasher and he talks about things that he sees happening in his small town. There is a new girl in town, Pearl, that he has noticed and he talks a lot about her.

Don’t let the quick summary of the book ruin your thoughts about this book It’s hard to give too many details without giving away the story. I have to say that the two view-points of the book always seemed to switch right when you are getting into one and don’t want to change. Both are good stories that are very suspenseful and seem to not relate in anyway yet intersect at the end of the book in a quite surprising way.

I couldn’t seem to figure out where the stories were going and I admit that there were several times the switches in points of view were frustrating, but perfect where you just get into the one side of the story. I had no idea how these two related and I was completely blown away by the ending. I was kept on my toes throughout the entire story.

This is a great story that will keep you guessing through the while book. Nothing is as it seems on the surface. Be prepared to get sucked into the story and not get off the roller coaster until the final mind bending loop.

To purchase Don’t You Cry make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Mary Kubica’s website.

I received Don’t You Cry for free from Mira in exchange for an honest review.

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Author Robert Germaux is releasing his third novel, Hard Court, on April 11, 2016, and we have the Cover Reveal here!

ABOUT HARD COURT:

Miles Bradshaw, the dot-com billionaire owner of Pittsburgh’s first NBA franchise, hires private detective Jeremy Barnes to look into what appears to be a simple case of harassment of one of the team’s players.  But when Jeremy (JB to his friends) begins his investigation, the case proves to be anything but simple, eventually involving a local businessman with suspected criminal ties, a major FBI task force, a computer geek in California and a mob boss in Erie.

Along the way, JB, who can quote Shakespeare as quickly and easily as he can land a solid left jab, uses his wits and his ever-present sense of humor to wend his way through a cast of characters who range from the ridiculously inept to the ruthlessly lethal.

As Hard Court unfolds, there are numerous surprises and plot twists, culminating in a dramatic confrontation that neither JB nor the reader could have predicted.

ABOUT ROBERT GERMAUX

Both my parents were readers. I’m talking stacks-of-books-on-their-nightstands readers. So it’s no surprise that at an early age, I, too, became an avid reader. Everything from sports books (especially baseball) to Nancy Drew to the Hardy Boys to almost anything about distant and exotic places.

Although I’ve always enjoyed putting words on paper, the writer in me didn’t fully emerge until I retired after three decades of teaching high school English. I quickly wrote two books aimed at middle school readers, at which point my wife urged me to try a novel for adults. As is usually the case, Cynthia’s idea was a good one.

Over the next few years, I wrote several books about Pittsburgh private eye Jeremy Barnes. I took a brief hiatus from the detective genre to write Small Talk and The Backup Husband. Now I’m back and will be releasing my first Jeremy Barnes novel, Hard Court, on April 11.

In our spare time, Cynthia and I enjoy reading (of course), going to live theater productions, watching reruns of favorite TV shows such as “Sports Night” and “Gilmore Girls,” and traveling to some of those distant and exotic places I used to read about as a child. So far, we’ve been fortunate enough to walk in the sands of Waikiki, swim in the warm waters of the South Pacific and share a romantic dinner in Paris.

I love interacting with my readers and getting their input on my characters and stories. Please feel free to contact me via my website.

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Paranormal / Gothic Romance
Date Published: 11/9/2015
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When Tortured Souls Collide…
In an unforgiving society where the hint of madness is all the damning proof men need, Dominic Ambrosi struggles to live a peaceful life, away from prying eyes, and damning innuendo.  Gifted with uncanny abilities, yet also cursed with the taint of madness, Dominic must walk a fine line.  After the horror of his past, his fractured soul is safe only in solitude…until one day, his refuge is irrevocably breached by an ethereal beauty haunted by demons of her own.  He is torn between protecting himself and his brothers from exposure and persecution and following the desires of his heart…
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Italy (1800s)
He lay on the pit floor, limbs stiff from lack of movement. The crawl space no longer accommodated his length. With no light to guide him, he planned each movement to avoid scraping against the granite. First, he shuffled his legs, then rolled his shoulders to bring back the circulation. His skin pulled and itched like the devil. The gouges must be scabbing over, he thought.
He hadn’t tried to stand in a while, but he knew from the last time that he was almost tall enough to reach the pit’s lid. Just a little while longer and he’d try again. He was preserving energy and hoping to be healed enough to try jumping. She would come soon, he knew. For now, the darkness was reassuring. It calmed his mind. As long as he was alone in the dark, nothing hurt him.
He didn’t hear her approach. He never did. Light peeked through the pit’s lid, casting the iron bars in distorted shadows around him. He trembled and buried his eyes in the bend of his arm. Panicked, he struggled to shove his gangly, pubescent body into a crevice between two outcroppings. If he merged with the granite walls, maybe she wouldn’t be able to find him and do more damage.
“Come, come, now, little fiend.” Her voice cast a lure like the nectar of a carnivorous flower.
The boy squeezed his eyelids tight despite the arm shield. He knew who awaited him above. He squirmed further into the jagged stone. The taut scabs on his shoulders cracked open and bled. He did not bother to scream or beg. Nothing ever saved him from whatever agony she came to inflict. Instead he prayed, “Help me, God, please. Do not let her see me this time. Hide me.”
“Where are you, little fiend?”
He felt her mind rummage around for him like a blind man groping for his cane. Something new, he thought. Didn’t she know where he was? Couldn’t she see him? The pit was a scant six-foot cube and she waved the candelabra close enough so that hot wax splattered atop his forearms.
“Come here you little fiend!” Her voice turned shrill. “Give me back what’s mine!”
Her ham-fisted attempts to locate him left him halfway between fear and confusion. Why couldn’t she see him? Or touch him with her mind? By now, he should be frozen, mid-air with tangled clops of hair his only clothing. Fear ebbed into curiosity. He dared to lower his arm and peel his lids open. Even with his head still bowed, the candle-glow forced him to squint.
Here lay the true test, he knew. If his tormentor really couldn’t see him or sense him, she wouldn’t react to his gaze. He’d learned long ago to avert his eyes in her presence. He hadn’t glimpsed his tormentor up close in six years. The boy swallowed the upsurge of fear and snapped his head back before he lost his nerve.
He blinked several times to sharpen his vision. He recoiled, scraping the skin at the point of his hip. Another blink, then he relaxed. Hair. Her obsidian tresses dangled down between the iron grate, seeming to reach for him. Her face was contorted from its cloying perfection, but not in reaction…more from anger or maybe frustration he guessed. He continued to stare, shocked, not sure what to do. How long would her…blindness or whatever it was, last? She started to screech obscenities and jab around with her mind. The violent brush of her mind jerked him from his stillness. He used the jagged wall behind him to pull himself upright. Gaunt, with wobbly knees and a hobbled gait, he crept close enough to fan his hand in front of her eyes.
“Mama?” His voice sounded croaky from non-use.
No reaction.
Then, he caught sight of his arm, the arm that should have been fanning before him. There was only empty space. With a huff of amazement, he glanced around him. His body cast no shadow. It was as if he had faded from existence, become part of the void.
About the Author

 

D. Alyce Domain. Is a long-time lover of creative fiction.  She learned to read with Dr. Seuss, grew up reading Sweet Valley High, James Howe, and Lois Duncan, and graduated to category romance with Harlequin and Silhouette in her teen years.  Ms. Domain started out writing fan-fiction after her favorite fictional characters met with death and cancellation on network television.  Inspired by the entertaining, multi-layered storylines created by so many female romance, young adult and television writers, she began to experiment with her own characters.  Coupled with her own unique brand of genre-bending romantic fiction, Ms. Domain was able to create a whole new world within the pages of her books.
Ms. Domain was born and raised in Houston, Texas, the youngest daughter of Charles and Eunice Domain.  She has one older sister.  She earned a BS in Biochemistry and a MS in Biomedical Sciences.  She worked in Patient-Based Biological Research before switching careers and opening her own fashion boutique, The Aesthetic Domain.  In addition to fashion apparel and accessories, she sells her own original jewelry creations and runs the Boutique & Blog website, which is based in Houston, Texas.  Ms. Domain also has avid interests in inspirational music, art/entertainment, and history.
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Children’s Fantasy Adventure / Early Reader
Date Published: February 6, 2016

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Uncle Fazo is not your typical Uncle… in that he was the crazy scientist that invented lots of funny and random things for the fun of it. Zach, his nephew and Miranda loved to test them out. Since Zach’s Uncle ‘passed away’, Zach inherited all of his junk.
Join the brave best of friends, Zach and Miranda as they discover some insane inventions like the mute wand, ice cube ray gun, a talking robot and oh’ did I mention a teleporting device that takes them anywhere in the world in seconds, where they can discover secrets of old times, solve mysteries and outsmart goons of all sorts?
And then there is the evil overlord Tain who has a mission to destroy the very things Zach and Miranda try to save – ‘WORDS’. How do you save words, you ask? Find out as the Beginning Series, starts the tale of their adventures, but as the best friends quickly discover, maybe some things are better left alone”
In this children’s book and a bit of superhero comedy, find out as the Beginning Series, starts the tale of their adventures, but as the best friends quickly discover, maybe some things are better left alone. This beginning reader’s chapter book is filled with action and adventure.
The Prequel is currently FREE on Amazon

 

This is a prelude factoid book for the Plip Plap Plop Series. This Book introduces some of the characters in BOOK 1 (Fazo’s Junk). Miranda and Zach are best friends and do everything together.
Zach’s crazy inventor uncle left Zach some of his inventions in passing
As they go through his stuff they stumble upon a teleporting ball and unknowingly use it a few times
His uncle also had a robot who could help them on some of their adventures. Tain and his goons is the main enemy who opposes them on their adventures
In this introduction children’s book, Selena, Fred and Mr Lee the wordbot is introduced. These characters make a cameo appearance in Fazo’s junk. To get a sample teaser chapters for FREE of BOOK 1 of the series be sure to check out the contents pages of this factoid book or visit the website http://eyebeekay.com and sign up to get your free chapters and other sweet notifications right away.
The Plip Plap Plop Series is geared towards children ages 6-9. It is a Beginner Readers Book and also a chapter book for children. It has plenty of Action and Adventure to check out. The power and origin of words is one way the series have been described. Be sure to check out this children’s eBook series today. 
EXCERPT
“Where should we start?” Miranda asked, looking at the collection of weird objects.
“Let’s look for the notebook he mentioned then we can start from there.” Zach suggested. Miranda agreed and they began going through some boxes to find it. And find it they did.
After about 15 minutes, Zach yelled, “AHA!” and pulled out a red scientific notebook that said ‘FOR ZACH: INSTRUCTION MANUAL.’
Miranda dropped the things she was going through and hopped over to him as he opened to the first page. “Huh, an ice-cube shooter” he said, flipping to the next page. “A sticky rope swing.” Then he flipped to the next page. “Plip Plap Plop ball” and in fine print under the picture was the note ‘it all began with words’.
“HUH!?” Miranda squealed grabbing the notebook and reading the page. She looked at the drawing, then looked around the garage. “There!” she said pointing to the far back corner. There was an interesting clear ball that reminded Miranda of the plastic ball she had for her hamster to run around in. They both walked over to the ball.
“What does it…what do you think it is?” Miranda asked quietly. She reached out her hand slowly to touch the outside and as soon as she laid her fingers on the cool hard ball, Zach grabbed her shoulders from behind and shook her. Miranda jumped from the surprise then laughed as Zach said, “Gotcha!”
“Zach! That wasn’t funny!” she said although she was laughing. But at that same moment, the ball made a tiny ‘plip’ sound and began to beep.
“What the…?” Zach said as they both stepped backwards.
Miranda bravely leaned forward and covered the beeping light with her finger and the ball again seemed to come to life as they heard the sound “plip! plap! plop!”
Then all of a sudden the ball went from clear to pearly blue. Zach and Miranda felt their stomach rising, like you do when you are at the top of a high rollercoaster. Then after a moment, they were in a bakery. Miranda looked around and saw a funny sort of writing on the jars.
“All the jars have Swedish writing on them. I think that’s Swedish…” she said.
“Swedish? Could we be in Sweden?… How!? ” Zach said, alarmed.
“Or at least we are in a Swedish bakery store somewhere.” Miranda quickly noted.
They heard a noise coming from behind the  bricked wall. “I think someone must be baking something over there.” Miranda could smell cinnamon rolls on her breath.
The two crept silently to see a little, old, blonde woman leaning over the hearth. She was pulling out a roll that smelled of ginger and cinnamon.  They watched as she set it down to cool and stared at it.
A little girl appeared from the stairs on the other side of the kitchen. She was reciting a phrase that she may have just learned.
“See Nana’s bun! See Nana’s bun, the little girl recited over and over again. The blond lady smiled at the young girl and then seemed to freeze in a moment.
She jumped very quickly and started running around searching frantically for something.
“Where is my pen?” She yelled.
“I need to write this down, oh, angel you are a genius!” she said excitedly referring to the little girls’ rant. We shall call it ‘Seenanasbun’. Zach had seen enough. He motioned for Miranda to go back to the ball which was now clear again. Miranda approached and touched the ball, the ball came to life.
The two held onto the ball and plip plap plop, within a minute they were back in the garage again. Miranda and Zach couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had they really just teleported to another place and time?
“What just happened?” Miranda asked, still in shock, “is that ball a…you know?”
“I might be crazy, but I think we may have a teleporting ball,” Zach exclaimed. They both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, but was actually only a couple minutes when Miranda said, “Want to try it again?”
About the Author

 

IBK lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba. He was originally born and raised in Lagos, Nigeria. IBK enjoys traveling and adventure. He has a talent for storytelling and has only just started putting his words to paper. IBK works in children’s programs across the province of Manitoba. IBK’s debut series is the Plip Plap Plop series.
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Gifted Thief

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Gifted Thief (Highland Magic – 1) by Helen Harper

(Excerpt from Goodreads) Orphan. Runaway. Thief.

Since the moment I was ripped from my mother’s womb, I’ve been an outcast amongst my own kind. The Sidhe might possess magical Gifts, unbelievable wealth and unfathomable power but I don’t want a thing to do with them. I ran away from their lands in the Highlands of Scotland when I was eleven years old and I’ve never looked back. I don’t need a Clan. I’ve got my own family of highly skilled thieves who mean more to me than any Sidhe ever could.

Unfortunately for me, the playboy heir to the Moncrieffe Clan has something I desperately need. To get it back, I’m going to have to plunge myself back into that world, no matter what the consequences may be. I suppose it’s just as well I have sense of humour. I think I’m going to need it.

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5 stars

Integrity is an orphan Sidhe. Before she was born her father went mad and the other Clan leaders had to kill him and the rest of the clan. She was sent to the Bull’s court but at the age of eleven she runs away and joins some other clanless. To together they become a great thief team. But Integrity has gotten an invitation to return to the Moncrieffe Clan and plans on getting out of town. But when one of her friends owes a lot of money to a loan shark and two others find themselves in prison, she is going to have to return to the clan to free them.

I really liked Integrity. She had a hard up bringing but has found her own family. Sadly since she is the last of her clan she is still needed. But who can you trust when it seems everyone is out to kill her, consequences be damned. Then there is Byron, is a Sidhe lords son but he doesn’t seem to be like the rest. He actually seems to care about Integrity, but that can’t be when he is the one that blackmailed her into returning. But I have to say that my favorite character is Bob and his scimitar, too funny!!

I really liked Gifted Thief. There are great characters and a wonderful story. There is a lot of action and a great potential love interest. I am excited to see where this story goes in the next book.

To purchase Gifted Thief make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Hellen Harper’s website.

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I received Gifted Thief for free from Reading Addition Virtual Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.

Exceprt

Chapter One

You have to do bad shit to get ahead. Taylor had told me that a million times and for a long time I’d bought into it. After tonight, however, things were going to be different. A new leaf and a new me. That was what I was planning.

I’d been thinking about it for a long time but since I’d received the letter in elegant, handwritten script demanding my appearance at the Sidhe court, I felt I had no choice but to step up my plans to vamoose out of the city. I didn’t want anything to do with those bastards. Not unless it meant ripping them off. Frankly, I’d rather head down to the Lowlands – and the Veil – than venture near the Clanlands.

At least Taylor had promised that my final hurrah was going to be a straightforward job. ‘In and out,’ he’d said. ‘The place will be empty.’

‘You know I’m leaving after this one,’ I reminded him. Not that it was likely it would have slipped his mind but with Taylor sometimes certain points bore repeating.

‘Of course, of course! As if I could forget.’ His eyes took on a knowing look that I chose to ignore. ‘You’ll miss it though. You won’t get many thrills from tramping around the countryside.’

‘It’s not tramping around the countryside. It’s mountain rescue. I think saving lives will be thrilling enough.’

He grimaced at that. ‘You’ll be bored.’

I simply smiled back. We’d had this conversation often enough in recent weeks. My mind was made up and even he couldn’t change it.

‘I’ll always be here,’ he said. ‘If you do want to come back, that is.’

I hugged him impulsively. ‘I might not come back to work but I’ll always come back. You’re my family.’ I meant every word. We’d had a few rough times over the years but who hadn’t? Taylor had been there for me when no-one else was, even if his motives weren’t always pure. I worried about him more than he’d ever know.

He looked abashed at my heartfelt words and ran an awkward hand through his hair. It was no longer the carroty mop he had when I first met him all those years ago. Now it was more silver, far closer in colour to my own locks, which still drew curious looks and the odd question about my ancestry, even amongst the Clan-less underbelly. For the most part I shrugged them off.

It was a very long time since I moved in Sidhe circles. I crossed the road to avoid passing close by any of my kin, no matter how distantly related they were. And one of the reasons I was leaving Aberdeen was because they’d contacted me.

It wasn’t that I was afraid of what they might do if they got hold of me, although that was a part of it. I just wanted a quiet life. My childhood with the Sidhe was little more than a distant memory; in fact sometimes I felt as if it had happened to someone else.

I ignored the gossip mags and whispered rumours about what each Clan was up to. I lived in the underclass, far away from them. I didn’t care whether Aifric remained Steward and was therefore still in charge, or which man Tipsania Scrymgeour was currently stepping out with. I didn’t even care that her father, the Bull, appeared to be making more money than Bill Gates. The Sidhe could spend their days worrying about politics, jockeying for position and doing whatever they could to rise above other Clans. I only cared about me and mine. And none of mine were Sidhe. Or Clan.

I tested my kit, adjusting the harness at my back to ensure it was secure, and skirted round the back of the building. It might be the middle of the night during a bank holiday weekend but I still needed to be circumspect. It would be sod’s law if I got nabbed on the very last day I spent as a career criminal. Tapping my forehead three times with my index finger to signal to my waiting crew, I gave one last look around then sprang up.

My fingertips curled easily around the first ledge. Despite the typical Scottish chill, I was barefoot. It made it far easier to gain purchase on the smooth glass surface of the towering bank. I also admit that I rather enjoyed it when I glanced down and caught a flash of the sparkly nail varnish adorning my toenails. It felt appropriate for this job; we were, after all, going after some more sparkles ‒ albeit of the more expensive kind.

Clambering up with fluid, nimble ease, I made fast work of my ascent. Beads of sweat were only just appearing on my brow when I reached the assigned floor. Piece of cake. I tightened my grip with my left hand, using my right to reach behind and unclip the glass breaker that was hooked to my belt.

It was a nifty piece of kit, designed to help trapped motorists break out of their cars. While I’d never heard of anyone actually using one to save their own life, I found mine particularly useful. It was a gift from Taylor when I graduated from simple manipulation tactics and dull look-out posts to full-blown thief. The others might scoff at its hot pink colour but I’d had it for seven lucky years and it had never let me down. I might wear black to stay camouflaged against the night sky but that didn’t mean that everything I carried had to be boring monochrome too.

Leaning back as far as I could, I swung it into the centre of the pane of tinted glass, shattering it instantly. Thanks both to the glass breaker’s and the window’s design, all the shards of glass fell inwards just as I wanted.

Flashing a satisfied smile to my inner thief, I heaved myself inside with a leap, landing far enough in to avoid catching my skin on any of the dangerous broken pieces. I pivoted round and grinned, curtseying at the now-gaping hole. Then I checked my watch. Less than ninety seconds from pavement to entry. That was impressive, even for me.

Without wasting another minute, I unclipped my harness and tested the nearby wall. The plaster seemed sound enough so I pulled out my tiny drill, made a hole in the wall and carefully inserted the climbing wire. I gave it an experimental tug; it would hold. Less than thirty seconds later, I was lowering the rope out of the window and whistling down softly.

Three dark shadows broke away from different corners of the street. As the rope grew taut with the weight of the first climber, I surveyed my surroundings. Taylor had insisted that this floor would be the easiest one for entry. Looking around at the low-spec furniture, I was inclined to agree. The employees on this level were clearly not the wealthy bankers who occupied other areas of this building and were universally despised by the rest of the world. The guys who worked here looked like they filled their days with dull data entry whilst suffering zero-hour contracts.

I wrinkled my nose and made my way along the narrow aisle between the cubicles until I reached the office, which was separated by walls rather than flimsy partitions. Frankly, it was a wonder that more people didn’t turn to a life of crime. Working here would drive me insane.

Inside the manager’s office was a heavy walnut desk and swivel chair. It looked considerably more comfortable than the chairs out front. I sat down experimentally and swung myself around. Yup – it was pretty damn fine. I examined the collection of family photos of beaming children and heavily lipsticked trophy wife; I resisted the temptation to find a Sharpie and draw a moustache on them.

The frame was marked with the Macfie Clan colours. Typical. I bet Mr Manager here had aligned himself with them, whereas his minions in the larger room outside remained Clan-less. The Macfies were always into bloody banking. If they’d chosen a different path, we wouldn’t be targeting them so bloody often. I shrugged. Their fault.

I helped myself to several boiled sweets from a crystal jar, raised my legs up, crossing my feet on the desktop, and waited.

The crunch of glass signalled Speck’s arrival. He hated heights so he had to be forced to go up the ropes first. If the warlock was left until last, he’d never pluck up the courage to clip on his carabineer. We’d learned that the hard way a couple of years ago and lost out on a fat purse as a result. I had tried coaching him through his fear but nothing seemed to work ‒ other than a swift kick up his arse. With Lexie following on his tail, of course, that wasn’t a problem.

Speck appeared in the doorway, cursing. ‘We didn’t have to climb. I could have bypassed the front door in less time than it took to get up here.’

‘Relax.’ I gestured towards the sweets. ‘Have some sugar and calm down. You know this was the sensible option.’

He grumbled at me, reaching out for the jar with a trembling hand. I knew better than to comment. His terror would subside by the time Brochan, the last of our motley crew, joined us. To point out that Speck was shaking like a leaf served no purpose. He could be rather sensitive, even at the best of times.

While he crumpled up the sweet wrapper into a ball and tossed it carelessly onto the floor, I opened up a drawer and peered inside. Lying on top of several heavily perfumed envelopes was an ornate letter opener. I lifted it out. It was an expensive tool, especially in today’s digital age. Made entirely from silver and with a perfectly balanced blade, it seemed a travesty to leave it where it was. I regarded it seriously for a moment then slid into one of my many zippered pockets. It would make a nice souvenir.

When Lexie appeared, grinning broadly at Speck’s pale face, I got to my feet and scooped up the jar of sweets. It wouldn’t be long now. I went back out to the main room, depositing one sweet next to each keyboard.

‘One for you,’ I sang out, ‘and one for you, and one for you.’ I paused at one cubicle laden with Star Wars memorabilia and pursed my lips. ‘You deserve two.’

‘You’re such a geek,’ Brochan told me, appearing silently from behind with the coil of climbing rope.

I winked at him and rattled the now almost empty jar. ‘Want one?’

He patted his flat stomach. ‘Watching my weight.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Are we clear?’

‘As a mountain stream.’

I shot him a look, wondering whether that was a gibe at my upcoming change of career. His expression was innocent but I caught the faintest hint of merriment in the back of his eyes and stuck out my tongue.

‘If the wind changes…’

I waved a hand in the air. ‘Yeah, yeah. We’re not in Sidhe territory, remember.’

‘Well you’re the one who’d know.’

I tossed back my hair and ignored the rejoinder. ‘Come on. Let’s get going.’

Leaving behind the depressing office space, the four of us moved quietly out towards the bank of lifts. We required little in the way of communication by this point; we’d worked together long enough to have an almost telepathic understanding of what was required. Still, out of respect for this being our last mission together, Speck glanced at me and I gave him a nod of acknowledgment. He unscrewed the button panel in the wall, short-circuiting the system and disabling all the elevators in one fell swoop. He jerked his thumb at Brochan who immediately stepped forward and wrenched open the doors to reveal the cavernous drop.

‘First one to the bottom is a rotten egg,’ he smirked.

Speck sighed. ‘Can’t we just take the stairs?’

Lexie tutted, giving him a sharp shove. Speck stumbled through the gap, his curse echoing as it bounced off the walls.

‘We are trying to stay quiet,’ I reminded her with a frown.

She shrugged. ‘No-one’s here, Integrity. We’d be waiting forever for Speck to make a move if I’d not done that.’

I didn’t entirely disagree; I didn’t entirely approve either. ‘There’s no point in taking unnecessary risks.’

‘Your impending retirement is making you boring.’

I folded my arms and gave Lexie a stony glare. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to maintain it for long before a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. ‘Yeah, you’re right. I can still get to the bottom quicker than you though.’

The other woman grinned. ‘Go on then.’

I took a deep breath and jumped. Although the drop to the bottom should have been lethal, Taylor had cleverly modified all of our jumpsuits so it was a piece of cake. He was a regular Q. Each suit was fitted around the shoulders with a small canopy-style parachute. It was no good for heights of more than eighty metres, as sheer velocity would negate its gliding power. For something like this elevator shaft, though, it was perfect. Less than one floor down and I’d already released it, enjoying the air rushing past my cheeks as I descended with Lexie a heartbeat after me on the other side of the narrow drop. She might have beaten me if Speck hadn’t somehow gotten in her way and forced her into the wall instead of directly on top of the roof of the frozen lift.

‘Oops,’ he said, entirely unrepentant.

‘Idiot!’ Lexie hissed. ‘I’ve been trying to beat Integrity at this for months and you know this was my last chance to do it.’

‘Tell you what, Lexie,’ I said. ‘I promise I’ll meet up with you in a few weeks once I’m settled in Oban and we can have a jumping session then. As many times as you want.’

Brochan joined us, his large feet clanging loudly against the metallic lift. His merman body was better designed for water rather than land, even though he had a profound fear of the sea. Any footwear he ended up with looked like outsized clown shoes. It was a miracle he managed to stay as quiet as he did. ‘Waste of time,’ he dismissed.

‘Why?’ Lexie demanded. ‘You don’t think I’m good enough?’

‘She’s Sidhe. You’re not. You’re a cute pixie but you’re not like her.’

I stiffened. What did that mean? Fortunately I was prevented from asking by Speck’s obvious snigger. ‘She’s Sidhe. That’s funny.’ Brochan looked at him blankly. ‘Sidhe? She? You know. Sidhe is pronounced she and you said she is…’ His voice faltered at Brochan’s expression. ‘Never mind,’ he muttered.

Lexie sniffed. ‘Integrity is not Sidhe. Not like the rest of them are, anyway. She’s better than that.’

I gave her a grateful look even though we all knew the truth. ‘We need to get a move on,’ I said, changing the subject. ‘We’ve been here far too long as it is.’

Working together, we easily unscrewed the air vent panel opposite. I went first, wriggling my way through, followed by Speck, Lexie and Brochan respectively. It was unfortunate that Brochan was somewhat larger than the others and ended up getting stuck halfway. With considerably hilarity – muted though it was – we managed to pull him through. He landed with a rather painful sounding thump, rubbed the base of his spine and grimaced.

‘You really do need to watch your weight after all,’ I commented, dodging out of the way of his playful swipe. Then I winced melodramatically. ‘Ouch. If looks could kilo…’

‘Watch it,’ he growled back, jabbing his thumb ahead to focus me on our goal.

With only one barrier left, we all took a moment to admire the not-inconsiderable steel door in our path.

‘It must have cost a pretty penny,’ Lexie said, her eyes wide.

‘Hundred and twenty thousand,’ Speck answered. ‘Retail, anyway.’

‘Waste of time when you think about it.’

We shared a grin.

‘Are you sure the drill isn’t going to be too loud?’ Lexie asked, gnawing at her bottom lip.

‘Worry wart. We’ve tested it. No one’s going to hear a thing.’

‘And,’ I added, ‘even if they do, they’ll associate it with the building works next door. They’ll assume some poor sod has been pulled in over the holiday to speed up the construction.’

‘I could still cast a spell,’ Speck began. All of us shook our heads in vigorous denial. Speck pouted. ‘Just because the last one went slightly wrong…’

‘Slightly? I almost lost my eardrums!’

I patted him on the shoulder. ‘Really, Speck, there’s no need. This drill is the business.’ I pulled out several parts from my small backpack while the others did the same. We assembled the heavy-duty piece of machinery in next to no time then I hefted it and gave an experimental tug on the button. It was definitely audible but no louder than our normal speaking voices. I raised it in Speck’s direction. ‘Would you like to do the honours?’

He held up his palms. ‘This is your last gig, Integrity. You should do it.’

I glanced at Lexie and Brochan, both of whom nodded solemnly in agreement. For a brief moment, a hard knot rose up in my throat. Bugger. ‘I’m really going to miss you guys.’

Brochan turned his head away while Lexie blinked rapidly several times. Even Speck grabbed my hand and squeezed it. ‘It won’t be the same without you.’

I cleared my throat awkwardly and tried to pull myself together. This was neither the time nor the place to get all maudlin. At least they weren’t trying to change my mind. I’d miss my life as part of Taylor’s crew more than I could possibly admit, even to myself, but I knew I was making the right decision. ‘Let’s get a move on then,’ I whispered.

Brochan tapped the wall thoughtfully then measured out four points, marking each with a small piece of chalk. He stepped back, allowing me to take his place. We exchanged a quick smile before I pulled a mask over my mouth and nose and got started.

The diamond-tipped drill made fast work, piercing through to the other side at each point in less time than it would take to brew a cup of coffee. A cloud of fine dust filled the air, coating the gleaming vault door right next to us.

Lexie traced out a giant smiley face on it. When Brochan gave her a funny look, she shrugged. ‘It might make them happy when they walk in here first thing on Tuesday morning.’

‘Somehow I don’t think they’re going to be happy.’

‘They’ve got insurance. They’ll get over it.’

I straightened my shoulders, massaging my neck and eyeing my handiwork. ‘A bit wonky,’ I decided, ‘but it’ll do. Off you go, Lex.’

The blue-haired pixie grinned, using the edges of the gap to hoist herself up while Speck and Brochan helped steady her. ‘Are you staring at my arse, Speck?’ she called out.

He coughed, going slightly red. ‘Course not,’ he mumbled. ‘I respect you too much, Lexie.’

‘Oh,’ she said, sounding disappointed, ‘that’s a shame. I’ve been doing extra squats just for you.’

Speck went even redder. I pressed my lips firmly shut, trying not to laugh.

Even with Lexie’s petite form, it was a tight squeeze. It took almost as long for her to shimmy through as it did to complete the drilling. It was just as well that this particular model of vault had a failsafe button on the other side in case anyone got trapped inside. There was no way the rest of us would have made it through that gap.

When her feet finally vanished and she stood up, Lexie peered back at us from the other side. ‘Peekaboo!’

‘Open the damn door,’ Brochan growled.

‘What’s the rush?’

‘Well, let me see,’ he said sarcastically. ‘We’re breaking and entering into what is supposed to be one of the most secure vaults in the country to steal a gemstone that’s worth more than most people will make in their lifetime. If we get caught, we’ll end up in prison until we’re all grey and wrinkled. So, sure, take all the time you need.’

She jabbed a finger through the gap. ‘Pixies don’t go grey. And Integrity’s hair is already pure white. So it’s only you and Speck who have to worry about that side of things.’

‘Lexie…’

‘Okay, okay. Give me a moment. It’s pitch black in here, after all.’

Brochan started to mutter something under his breath.

‘Counting to ten?’ I asked, amused.

‘I could count to a thousand and she’d still annoy me.’

‘You love her really.’

There was a loud creak as the vault door began to open. Speck pushed forward, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get inside.

‘I can’t believe you’re leaving me on my own with these two,’ Brochan grumbled.

I smiled and gestured at the door. ‘Moany mermen before shady Sidhe.’

‘I’m not moany. Not any more than you’re shady, anyway.’

‘I’m a thief,’ I said simply. ‘I’m about as shady as you’re likely to get.’ I gave him a gentle nudge. ‘Come on. Weren’t you getting worried about the time?’

He blew air through his cheeks and followed the warlock in. I held back for a moment, savouring the last time I would ever do this. It had been a hell of a ride. Then I entered the dark vault too.

Speck had recovered enough from his stumble to click his fingers and create enough light for the four of us to see what we were doing. The vault was lined with box after narrow box. It reminded me of Doctor Who’s TARDIS. Even with its huge door, the size of the vault and the number of safety deposits boxes were surprising.

‘What number is it?’ Brochan asked.

‘A724,’ I answered. ‘Further down the back.’

‘Did I ever tell you that I’m slightly claustrophobic?’ Speck asked.

‘Only every time we do this,’ Lexie replied. ‘Is there anything you’re not scared of?’

He seemed to think about it for a moment. ‘Spiders,’ he said finally. ‘I quite like spiders.’

The pixie shuddered delicately. ‘Ugh.’

‘There it is,’ Brochan said, breaking into the conversation. He strode over, examining the box in question with a practised eye.

‘You know,’ Speck said, ‘there must be a lot of wealth hidden behind all of these. We don’t just have to take the jewel.’

‘Do you want to be the person who steals some poor grandmother’s family heirloom?’ I asked, watching Brochan carefully. ‘Or Joe Bloggs’ life savings?’

‘You have an interesting sense of morality. We are here to nick the Lia Saifir after all.’

‘The lordling who owns it is as rich as Croesus. He won’t miss it.’

Speck snorted but I ignored it. ‘Can you open it, Brochan?’

‘I reckon so.’

‘Do you need some tools?’

He drew back his fist and smashed it into the box. The door sprang open. He looked at me from over his shoulder. ‘Nah,’ he grinned. ‘I’m good.’

My eyes danced. There was nothing like sheer brute strength. I stood next to him and gazed down. This was always my favourite part, the heart-stopping moment before the big reveal when all our hard work and preparation would pay off. With a deep breath, I reached out and slid open the drawer.

I stared, my mouth dropping open. Crap-a-doodle-doo. Brochan cursed and spat.

‘What?’ Speck asked. ‘What is it?’

Lexie squeezed her way in and gazed down. ‘Shit. It’s gone?’ She shoved her hand into the box and felt around. ‘Maybe it’s rolled to the back?’

I shook my head. Frustration, disappointment and just the tiniest edge of relief mingled together in my stomach. ‘No. It’s empty.’ I sighed. ‘Taylor was so sure it would be here.’

‘A month!’ Speck shrieked. ‘It’s taken us a month of planning to get here and the stupid gem’s not there? Now what?’

There was only one answer to that. I slammed the box back into place. It clanged, the sound reverberating around the vault. ‘Now we go home. We’re done.’

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Perdition

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Perdition (Chronicles of Ara – 2) by Joel Eisenberg & Stephen Hillard

(Excerpt from Goodreads) Author Mary Shelley encounters the inspiration of the corrupt muse, Ara, and the birth of “Frankenstein” will forever challenge the worlds of art and invention. Two centuries later, the Apocalypse continues as man is betrayed by his greatest creation: his art. As X’s prophecy of the world’s return to dragon-scorched earth looms ever-closer, the demon Beleth, king of hell, senses a new opportunity.

Joel Eisenberger

Stephen Hillard

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My Review

5 stars

The muse Ara lost a dragon rider that she loved a long time ago. She wants to bring back the time of dragons hoping to be reunited with her lost love, dragonslayer Eron. But she cannot directly affect events, she can only inspire man. Ara has been having different artists through time put complex mathematical codes into their works of art. This time we see how Ara has affected Mary Shelley and the Frankenstein story and other artists.

This is an amazing story. There is so much going on and I love how Mary Shelley and other artists were included. I do feel bad for Ara but she is just a lost girl, for the most part, that doesn’t know how to go on. I don’t think she even realizes what could happen to everything else since she is so focused on trying to get back to Eron.

This book has a lot going for it. The characters are well written and the imagery is phenomenal. There is a great story but there is a lot to think about too. This is not going to be a quick read that keeps you busy for a couple hours. You will be spending lots of time with this book both reading it and thinking about all the things that are happening. I mean what would happen if all artists has mathematical codes in their work that is going to lead to the end of our world.

To purchase Perdition make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.

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If you like scifi/fantasy you need to check this book out. I admit that I have not read the first book Creation but I definitely will be getting a copy.

 

I received Perdition for free from Sage’s Blog Tours in exchange for an honest review.

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Sparked

Sparked (Metal Bones – 1) by Sheena Snow

(Excerpt from Goodreads) They weren’t supposed to have feelings.

Metal will Clash

In a not-too-distant future, robots composed of metal for bones, electric cords for veins, and synthetics for skin are now available. For purchase. Eighteen-year-old Vienna Avery’s home is going to change forever, now that her mom purchased a French Chef Robot to cook and reside in their house.

Secrets will Unfold

The government claimed robots were indifferent, unthinking pieces of metal and elastic—assistance for hire to humans. Vienna never believed much of what the government said. The pieces didn’t always fit. And now Vienna knows why, because she’s uncovered the government’s secret: that robots have emotions, sucking Vienna into the underground world of feeling, thinking, and sovereign robots.

Sparks will Fly

Alec Cypher is everything a robot is not supposed to be: deep, dark, and dangerously human. And for some reason, he wants to save Vienna from the government’s prying, vindictive eyes. Going forward, Vienna will have to learn to trust robots and battle the growing feelings she never thought possible . . . feelings for the green-eyed, soul-searching robot named Alec.

Sheena Snow

Sheena Snow, contrary to her name, lives in South Florida and has only seen snow once. But she would love for it to land on her eyelashes and sparkle in her hair. She loves painting, candle making, orchid shows, tattoo conventions, hockey games and library book sales! After college she landed a full time job but kept serving pizza on the weekends and writing stories about characters she wished really existed, characters who never gave up no matter the obstacles life threw at them. At the age of twenty-six, she sold her first book and bought her very first puppy, a wonderful Yorkie named Aladdin.

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My Review

3 stars

Robots have been created to help people and Vienna’s family just purchased a robot to be a chef. But Vienna is against robots. There has to be more to the government telling everyone how the robots are just here to help the humans. Vienna keeps digging to try and find the truth.

Then she meets Alec. He is there to protect her family but Vienna finds herself making a connection with him. But how can they have a connection when robots are supposed to not have emotions. Now it’s up to Alec to protect Vienna from the government.

I have to say that I didn’t really like Vienna. She was rather spoiled and selfish. But I was also frustrated with Alec since he kept from her how deep in trouble she really was. There is insta-love between Vienna and Alec and will have you questioning how anatomically correct Alec is. The problem I had was there is clearly a connection but it wasn’t really explained about the robot connection and how Vienna and Alec has this connection.

Sadly I admit that the ending seemed to go to heck. Vienna gets caught and tortured by the government. But then they release her with no explanation and the story gets scattered from there. I think that it could have been better written instead of her just blacking out.

Over all this is a good book. If you like young adult stories I would say give this one a try.

To purchase Sparked make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads.

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I received Sparked for free from Reading Addiction Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.

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Chapter One

I never locked eyes with a robot before.

Never.

Not once.

I guess I thought it would feel different. But it doesn’t. Nothing is different. It feels the same, the same as looking into a human’s eyes.

I wanted to pry my eyes away but now that I’ve started, I can’t stop staring. Even from this distance, I could tell the robot’s eyes were a honey brown.

They are so close to being one of us. But they can’t be. They can never be us. Or at least, that’s what the government says.

The robot’s indifferent gaze shifted from mine and it strode toward my neighbor’s Lincoln Town Car. The robot’s gait caught with every third step and the elbow twisted incongruently when it opened the car door—the only telltale signs it wasn’t human.

This robot had dark-brown hair, tan skin, and was dressed in a chauffeur’s suit.

My neighbor, Mr. Romero, waved at me as he exited the car, and I just stood there, mouth agape and knees locked.

Mr. Romero frowned but I couldn’t wave back. I couldn’t move. I was frozen to that spot on my porch with my keys dangling from my fingers and my purse sliding down my shoulder.

It was just as the news had said. Everything was. From the eyes, to the nose, the lips, to the hair, it all looked so real. I had never studied a robot that wasn’t on TV; I was always too busy avoiding them. But when they weren’t moving, when they weren’t doing anything, when they were just standing there, they looked exactly like people. Exactly.

Together, they disappeared inside the house, Mr. Romero with his stout frame and wiry black hair, and his robot chauffeur.

I now lived next door to a robot.

The keys felt cold in my hand, and I realized for the last several seconds, my focus had been consumed by the now empty driveway.

Leave it to me to do something like that.

I opened the door and leaned against it as it clicked shut behind me. Everything was changing. And everything would be different.

“Mom, I’m home.” I shrugged off the door and into the family room.

“Be right there, Vienna.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I called back, hoping mom would leave me alone.

“How was shopping? Find anything you liked?” Mom appeared and wiped her hands on her paint-covered overalls. Mom was a die-hard artist. She lived, breathed, and probably ate paint.

At a whole head taller than me, Mom still looked great. Forty-five and thriving was her motto. Mom and I had wispy blond hair, pale-green eyes, and a small nose. Unlike me, her hair was cut in a bob-like fashion, the front angled longer, reaching past her shoulders, where mine was always in a ponytail.

I shook off my jacket and looked up into Mom’s bright, beaming face.

“I only went shopping,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “No need to look that—”

“You’ll never guess what I bought.” Mom practically sang the last word, cutting me off.

Head throbbing, I sucked in a deep breath and dropped my purse on the couch. “I have absolutely no idea.” I wondered how mom would react if she knew Mr. Romero had bought a robot.

“They’ve had nothing but good reviews.” Mom nodded, following behind me as I headed toward my room. “And you and your father are going to love him.”

I rubbed my temples. “I’m sure we will.” How could we not get excited about Mom’s latest painting gadget? “What does this one let you do?”

Paint with two brushes at the same time?

Mom darted in front of me, and spread her arms to block me from going any further.

“What’s going on?” I looked from side-to-side.

“I named him Robotatouille.” Mom nodded as if that solved everything.

“I’m sorry?” I shook my head. What in the heck was Mom talking about? “You named what Robot . . .” My breath caught in my throat. My stomach flipped. “You . . . you did what?” I repeated.

Mom’s eyes lit up and suddenly, it was like all the energy in my body had been stolen from me, sucked out, leaving me dry and empty.

“N-N-N-o,” I breathed.

Mom wouldn’t

“Everyone’s getting one,” Mom said.

My legs shook.

“Did you know Mr. Romero just bought one yesterday?” Mom asked, face glowing while it felt like mine had lost all of its blood. “And you’re going to love him. Look.” Mom winked at me and stepped back to pull a sandy-blond brown-eyed twenty-something-year-old man from behind the kitchen wall.

I couldn’t breathe.

Air was trapped in my body, as I stood there, gaping, into this man-robot-thing’s eyes.

Brown eyes. Sandy-blond hair.

I jerked backward and stumbled into the coffee table.

The robot was right in front of me.

No.

Freaking.

Way.

 

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Wytchfire

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Wytchfire (The Dragonkin Trilogy – 1) by Michael Meyerhofer

(Excerpt from Goodreads) In a land haunted by the legacy of dead dragons, Rowen Locke has been many things: orphan, gravedigger, mercenary. All he ever wanted was to become a Knight of Crane and wield a kingsteel sword against the kind of grown horrors his childhood knows all too well.

But that dream crumbled—replaced by a new nightmare.
War is overrunning the realms, an unprecedented duel of desire and revenge, steel and sorcery. And for one disgraced man who would be a knight, in a world where no one is blameless, the time has come to decide which side he’s on.

Michael Meyerhofer

I’m the author of the Dragonkin Trilogy, a dark/epic fantasy series. The first book, WYTCHFIRE, also won the Whirling Prize and was a Readers Choice nomination by Big Al’s Books and Pals. The sequels, KNIGHTSWRATH and KINGSTEEL, are both available now, as well, with an additional series in the works.

I’ve also published a few poetry books. My latest is WHAT TO DO IF YOU’RE BURIED ALIVE. Previous poetry books are DAMNATIO MEMORIAE (lit. “damned memory”, winner of the Brick Road Poetry Book Contest), BLUE COLLAR EULOGIES (Steel Toe Books), and LEAVING IOWA (winner of the Liam Rector First Book Award). I was also happy to have my poem, “For My Brother,” featured in Goodreads’ June 2014 newsletter. For more information and at least one embarrassing childhood photo, please visit wytchfire.com (fantasy) or troublewithhammers.com (poetry).

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My Review

5 stars

The story starts with Fadarah, a half blood mage-warrior that has control of a creature called a Nightmare that is used to concur cities. We then meet Rowen Locke who has failed at his one goal to be a knight. Rowen is homeless and wanders doing jobs to get enough money for some food and maybe a bed. Then the story really gets going. You have a diverse group of different creatures that are siding up for a great war.

This is a great, action packed story. You start with a little world building then you are off on one battle or another. But I found the best part were the different characters. No one is completely good or bad. And even if they were bad you kind of understand why. I also loved the world. It was so easy to get caught up in the story and feel like you were right there with the different characters.

I admit that this book does have a little slow beginning and you will not learn the whole story within a couple chapters. But I love learning about what is going on as the character does. It made the book more realistic, even with all the different creatures and magic thrown in.

This book is for those that like epic fantasy stories. If you like Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings you really need to check this book out. I am definitely hooked and can’t wait to read the second book in this series.

To purchase Wytchfire make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Michael Meyerhofer’s website.

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Midnight Bites

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Midnight Bites: Stories of the Morganville Vampire by Rachel Caine

(Excerpt from Goodreads) WELCOME TO MORGANVILLE.
YOU’LL NEVER WANT TO LEAVE.
 
By day, Morganville, Texas, is just a typical college town. By night, the vampires emerge and take control….

In a town where it’s not safe to be out after dark, student Claire Danvers and her friends have had their fair share of thrills. But Morganville still has a few secrets left to tell.

Now, in this collection, you can venture down the town’s strange streets, revisit all the tales you’ve come to love, and experience six new stories featuring your favorite Morganville residents—both human and vampire…

Book

My Review

5 stars

I have had the Morganville Vampire series on my read list for a while now but am ashamed to say that I have not had the chance to read it yet. But when I was asked if I would review Midnight Bites I had to jump at the change. This is a collection of 22 stories that range throughout the different time frames of the series.

I loved all of the different characters and all of the different stories. I really liked how you learns enough about each one to draw you in and leave you wanting more. I also liked how the beginnings of each story had a little blurb on why Rachel wrote it or what she was thinking about. It really added to each story.

I admit that I am usually not a fan of short story collections. When I want to read a book I want to read the whole thing. But this is one collection that I am definitely keeping. Each story was a great teaser for someone that has not read the series yet. I am definitely going to be reading this series as soon as I can.

If you like the Morganville Vampire series I’m sure you will love Midnight Bites. As someone that has not read it yet, this is a great teaser that will make you go rushing out to get the rest of the series.

To purchase Midnight Bites make sure to check out Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Rachel Caine’s website.

I received Midnight Bites for free from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

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