Boone Brux: To Catch Her Death (Grim Reality #1)

BBI love, love, love, love, love this book!! As a reader I am head over heels TEE-OAT-ALLY a Paranormal Romance FREAK!   When I’m not binging on J.R. Ward’s the Brothers or Angels, or totally engrossed in a Dark Hunter treat I’m always looking for something fresh.  And this Grim Reality series from Boone Brux is just what I crave.

This grim reaper story starts totally sad with the recent widow/mom/homemaker, Lisa Carron.   All she wanted was a sugar fix from a yummy super delicious fountain drink at a local convenience store in ALASKA (brrrrr).  But no, her world gets flipped upside down when she witnesses a murder, then some freaky ghostness and a super hot grim reaper with a even hotter tush.  Then things get even weirder. You can really relate to Lisa, she’s not perfect, and life’s dealt her some harsh doses lately.

There were moments throughout the story that I awwwed, laughed and awwwwed again.  I don’t like to give away too much stuff but if you enjoy comedy, cuteness, and a dash of snark this won’t disappoint!

I was lucky to get a signed book from this super cool author while I was at Coastal Magic Con in Daytona Beach, Florida this past February.  To Catch Her Death was super easy/quick to read, the pages just flew by.  I can’t wait to read the next one, Styx & Stoned (Grim Reality #2) .

I have to add I love this cover too, the little touches of Grim here and there are perfect.

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Review: Corruption of the Soul by J. L. Vallance, A Guild Series Novella

Young beautiful couple is lying on the bad face to face. Top view, close up

“Love conquers all–but sometimes, it destroys everything you are.”

It’s a story that’s been told since the dawn of time.
Boy meets girl.
They fall madly in love, for happiness is written in the stars.
Their one true fate is to have happily ever after at their fingertips.
But what if it’s not?
What if every chance encounter is really a carefully orchestrated meeting
pushing you toward a greater purpose? A purpose that you’ve spent your entire existence fighting against?
Boy meets girl.
They fall madly in love.
But they’ll never come close to happily ever after,
for pain and devastation is what is truly written as their destiny.
All he wants is to feel power and all she wants is to feel complete.
Together, Aedan and Evangeline create a love big enough to bring about the destruction of Humanity, as well as themselves.

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11/14 Dead Dreams by Emma Right

Dead Dreams
By Emma Right
 
Blurb: 
Eighteen-year-old Brie O’Mara has so much going for her: a loving family in the sidelines, an heiress for a roommate, and dreams that might just come true. Big dreams–of going to acting school, finishing college and making a name for herself. She is about to be the envy of everyone she knew. What more could she hope for? Except her dreams are about to lead her down the road to nightmares. Nightmares that could turn into a deadly reality.
Dead Dreams, Book 1, a young adult psychological thriller and contemporary mystery.

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Prologue & Chapter 1

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Prologue

They say each dead body, a human corpse, has a scent all of its own, a sweet-sour smell. A cadaver dog picks up the odor as clearly as a mother recognizes a photo of her child. Of course, I wouldn’t know, for I am no dog. I might as well have been, the way I’d stooped to yield to my basic instincts. My mind wandered to her, what her unique smell would be when, and if, they ever were to find her.

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After what happened, I decided to write out the events that led to that day and details in case I’d missed something, or might need it for defense, or in case they found me dead. My relatives might need to piece together the things that had spiraled out of control, if they wanted to put me to rest, to forget me altogether. That would be

least painful for them. I nodded to myself as I sat in the car. I thought of my most favorite girl in the world: Lilly. At least Lilly’d have my dog, Holly, to remember me by.

My friends used to call me Brie, short for Brianna. But, I could hardly count anyone a friend any more. I’d have to resort to back-watching if I wanted to survive.

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Chapter One

It started on a warm April afternoon. Gusts of wind blew against the oak tree right outside my kitchen balcony, in my tiny apartment in Atherton, California. Sometimes the branches that touched the side of the building made scraping noises. The yellow huckleberry flowers twining their way across my apartment balcony infused the air with sweetness.

My mother had insisted, as was her tendency on most things, I take the pot of wild huckleberry, her housewarming gift, to my new two-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t really new, just new to me, as was the entire experience of living separately, away from my family, and the prospect of having a roommate, someone who could be a best friend, something I’d dreamed of since I finished high school and debuted into adulthood.

“Wait for me by the curb,” my mother said, her voice blaring from the phone even though I didn’t set her on speaker. “You need to eat better.” Her usual punctuation at the end of her orders.

So, I skipped down three flights of steps and headed toward the side of the apartment building to await my mother’s gift of the evening, salad in an á la chicken style, her insistent recipe to cure me of bad eating habits. At least it wasn’t chicken soup double-boiled till the bones melted, I consoled myself.

I hadn’t waited long when a vehicle careened round the corner. I heard it first, that high-pitched screech of brakes wearing thin when the driver rammed his foot against it. From the corner of my eye, even before I turned to face it, I saw the blue truck. It rounded the bend where Emerson Street met Ravenswood, tottered before it righted itself and headed straight at me.

I took three steps back, fell and scrambled to get back up as the vehicle like a giant bullet struck the sidewalk I had only seconds ago stood on. The driver must have lost control, but when he hit the sidewalk it slowed the vehicle enough so he could bridle his speed and manage the truck as he continued to careen down the street.

My mother arrived a half minute later but she had seen it all. Like superwoman, she leaped out of her twenty-year-old Mercedes and rushed toward me, all breathless and blonde hair disheveled.

“Are you all right?” She reached out to help me up.

“Yes, yes,” I said, brushing the dirt off my yoga pants.

“Crazy driver. Brie, I just don’t know about this business of you staying alone here like this.” She walked

back to her white Mercedes, leaned in the open window, and brought out a casserole dish piled high with something green. Make that several shades of green.

I followed her, admittedly winded.“Seriously, Mom. It’s just one of those things. Mad drivers could happen anywhere I live.”

She gave me no end of grief as to what a bad idea it was for me to live alone like this even though she knew I was going to get a roommate.

“Mom, stop worrying,” I said.

“You’re asking me to stop being your mother, I hope you realize this.”

“I’ll find someone dependable by the end of the week, I promise.” No way I was going back to live at home. Not that I came from a bad home environment. But I had my reasons.

I had advertised on Craig’s List, despite my mother’s protests that only scum would answer “those kinds of ads.”

Perhaps there was some truth to Mother’s biases, but I wouldn’t exactly call Sarah McIntyre scum. If she was, what would that make me?

Sarah’s father had inherited the family “coal” money. Their ancestors had emigrated from Scotland (where else, with a name like McIntyre, right?) in the early 1800s and bought an entire mountain (I kid you not) in West Virginia. It was a one-hit wonder in that the mountain hid a coal fortune under it, and hence the McIntyre Coal Rights Company was born. This was the

McIntyre claim to wealth, and also a source of remorse and guilt for Sarah, for supposedly dozens of miners working for them had lost their lives due to the business, most to lung cancer or black lung, as it was commonly called. Hazards of the occupation.

And then there were cave-ins, which presented another set of drama altogether, Sarah said.

I sat across from her, the coffee table between us, in the small living room during our first meeting. “So, that’s why you’re not on talking terms with your family? Because of abuses of the coal company? ” I asked.

We sipped hot cocoa and sat cross-legged in the crammed living room, which also doubled as the dining space. I’d never interviewed anyone before, although I’d read tips on the Internet.

“I just don’t want to be reminded anymore,” she said, twirling her dark ringlets round and round on her pointer finger.

“But, it’s not entirely your dad’s fault those people died of lung problems.”

“I guess, but I just want to get away, you understand? Anyway, I’m almost twenty-one now. That’s three years too late for moving out and establishing my own space.” She took tiny sips of the cocoa, both hands cupping the mug as if she were cold.

I walked to the thermostat and upped the temperature. A slight draft still stole in from a gap in the balcony sliding door I always kept open a crack to let the air circulate.

“So, your family’s okay with you living here? In California? In this apartment that’s probably smaller than your bathroom? With a stranger?”

“First off, it’s none of their business. Secondly, you and I won’t stay strangers.” Sarah flashed me a grin. “Besides, I’m tired of big houses with too many rooms to get lost in. And, have you lived in West Virginia?”

I shook my head. The farthest I’d been was Nevada when we went for our family annual ski vacation. “I heard it’s pretty.”

“If you like hot, humid summers and bitter cold winters. So, do I pass? As a roommate?”

She looked about at the ceiling. I wondered if she noticed the dark web in the corner and the lack of cornices and crown moldings. I was sure I smelled mold in the living room, too. But I wasn’t in a position to choose. Sarah was.

“As long as you’re not a psychopath and can pay rent.” I returned her smile.

“I don’t know about the psychopath part.” She shrugged and displayed her white, evenly-spaced teeth. “But here’s my bank account.” She tossed me a navy blue booklet with gilded edges and with golden words “Bank of America” on the cover.

I fumbled as I caught it and was unsure what to do. “Should I peek?”

“Go on.” She gestured, flicking her fingers at me as if I were a stray cat afraid to take a morsel of her offering.

“No secrets. I can well afford to pay rent. And, I’m a stable individual.”

I flipped the first few pages and saw the numerous transactions in lumps my parents, who were by no means poor, would have gasped at. The last page registered the numbers: under deposits, $38,000. My eyes scanned the row of numbers and realized that the sum $38,000 came up every sixth of the month.

My mouth must have been open for she said, “You can stop gawking. It’s only my trust fund. It comes to me regardless of where I am, or where I stay. So, do I make the cut?”

I handed the bank book back. We discussed the house rules: no smoking; no drugs, and that included pot; no boyfriend sleepovers or wild parties, which was a clause in my landlord’s lease; and Sarah was to hand me her share of the rent, a mere $800 a month, on the twenty-eighth of every month, since I was the main renter and she the sub-letter.

She didn’t want anything down on paper—no checks, no contracts, and no way of tracing things back to her, she’d stressed a few times.

She fished in her Louis Vuitton and handed me a brown paper bag, the kind kids carry their school lunches in. I peeked inside and took out a stash of what looked like a wad of papers bundled together with a rubber band. Her three-month share of the deposit, a total of twenty-four crisp hundred-dollar bills. They had that distinct new-bank-notes-smell that spoke of luxury.

I gulped down my hot chocolate. “Why all the secrecy? I hope your parents will at least know your address.” I said as I wrapped up the interview. I could understand not wanting parents breathing down her neck, but as long as they didn’t insist on posting a guard at the door, what was the harm of them knowing where she lived?

Sarah glanced about the room as if afraid the neighbors might have their ears pinned to the walls, listening.

She leaned forward and, her face expressionless, said softly, “My parents are dead.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Emma Right is a happy wife and home school mother of five living in the Pacific West Coast of the USA. Besides running a busy home, and looking after their five pets, which includes two cats, two bunnies and a long-haired dachshund, she also writes stories for her children. When she doesn’t have her nose in a book, she is telling  her kids to get theirs in one.

Right worked as a copywriter for two major advertising agencies and won several awards, including the prestigious Clio Award for her ads, before she settled down to have children.

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My Review:

Dead Dreams has the intriguing combination of mystery, suspense, and thriller all rolled into one.  I couldn’t help but feel horrible for young Brie, she’s been tossed into a world of murder, espionage and thievery.  I loved how the epilogue unraveled her story, how could you not read it after that introduction?   Brie is independent and hard working, trying to pull money together to go to acting school. We are given plenty of back ground on Brie and I love what a strong character she is.   After the series of events that unfolds when her new roommate moves in I could see how one would be pushed into complete paranoia and possibly a mental break down.  Poor Brie’s world is turned upside down and inside out.  Sarah, the roommate, is another story. She is rich, spoiled, and secretive. The ending is left with a huge cliffhanger.  There was no hanky panky going on in this book – it’s all suspense.  I can’t wait for the sequel!!

11/1 Review: Love Lessons by Heidi Cullinan






Love Lessons
By Heidi Cullinan



Blurb: 

Love doesn’t come with a syllabus.

Kelly Davidson has waited what seems like forever to graduate high school and get out of his small-minded, small town. But when he arrives at Hope University, he quickly realizes finding his Prince Charming isn’t so easy. Everyone here is already out. In fact, Kelly could be the only virgin on campus.

Worst of all, he’s landed the charming, handsome, gay campus Casanova as a roommate, whose bed might as well be equipped with a revolving door.

Walter Lucas doesn’t believe in storybook love. Everyone is better off having as much fun as possible with as many people as possible…except his shy, sad little sack of a roommate is seriously screwing up his world view.

As Walter sets out to lure Kelly out of his shell, staying just friends is harder than he anticipated. He discovers love is a crash course in determination. To make the grade, he’ll have to finally show up for class…and overcome his own private fear that love was never meant to last.

Warning: This story contains lingering glances, milder than usual sexual content for this author, and a steamy dance-floor kiss. Story has no dairy or egg content, but may contain almonds.

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Book Review: The Harvesters by Ashley Hill

The Harvesters (Harvesting Series #1) By Ashley Hill

Publication Date: November 28th 2012

Genre: Young Adult/ New Adult Horror


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When she finds her boyfriend shackled to a white metal table Ashley feared for the worse.

On a small trip of dropping off a package for Jason’s father, the young couple never thought they would be running for their lives. Running away from supposedly friends whom in turned to be a family of harvesters.

Human harvesters and they are looking for something specific. And Ashley just might be the perfect match for that something.

EXCERPTS: 

Excerpt #1
“Jason…” I whisper down into the cold, dark basement.
Listening but I hear nothing in response. Turning, I then look up to the basement door making sure no one comes up from behind.
Taking the last few wooden steps down, I call out his name again, “Jason?”
This time I caught someone murmuring my name.

Excerpt #2
Moving onto the metal shackles around his wrists I ask him, “Anything hurt? How’d they get you? Where are they? How many? I lost count,” in one big mumble. I am trying not to fumble over my words when the shackles start to tear at my fingertips, causing them to bleed.

Excerpt #3
Looking over my shoulder, the swift of my movement causes the scarred man behind us to throw his axe towards my face.
Quickly ducking, I fall to the ground while taking grip on the table. I hear the axe get stuck into the wall on the other side and I slyly crane my neck to see what he was going to do next.

Excerpt #4

He laughs out. He waters his lips and continues “I love it when they try to escape. It really,” he gestures with his hands, “gets the blood…..pumping. Which works well. It’s keeping the organs fresh.”

Excerpt #5
Arm laying across the back of the seat, I look out the back window and spot the father standing there with a shotgun pointing right at us. He pulls the trigger before I can even process what is going on.
I push Jason back against the door, aiming my hand for the release to open it so we can fall completely away from the spread of the pellets.

Excerpt #6

I look to the stairs then back to him. Then move my legs to go up the steps. From the corner of my eye I see the living room get swallowed up by the angry flames. Also the flames from the kitchen start traveling along the walls of the foyer, on the other side of me.

MY REVIEW:

This book was way out of my comfort zone. I don’t usually read horror stories but The Harvesters had me intrigued.  Just the thought of running into people that “harvest humans” sets my blood curdling.  The Harvesters was an extremely quick read, not just because it frightened the hell out of me but because I couldn’t read it fast enough to find out what happens to Jason and Ashley.  The Harvesters is not for the faint of heart, it’s scary as hell, bloody, gory, and so full of suspense it will have you gripping the edge of your seat the entire time. The ending left a huge cliff hanger and I can’t wait to read the next book, The Gatherers, and learn much more about Ashley and Jason.  If you like sinister, graphic, and gripping tales, The Harvesters will not disappoint you one bit.  And whoa, that cover for The Harvesters is PERFECT! Scary perfect!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

I’m a college student still trying to get a handle of the adult world. When I need to get away from it I lose myself in books, my own writing, and in spending time with my amazing boyfriend which he supports me to no end.

Finding my passion in books has led me to finding a passion in writing my own fictional stories back in 2009, I have turned this into a dream career and going one step further I would love to open up my own book store.

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Review: Through the Door by Jodi McIsaac

THROUGH THE DOORBLURB:

Seven years ago the love of Cedar McLeod’s life left her with no word of warning.  Cedar discovers their daughter, Eden, has a powerful magical gift. She can open portals through bedroom door.  Eden soon finds out her long lost lover has more secrets then she could possibly imagine.   When her daughter vanishes Cedar finds herself battling monsters, mythical creatures, and dealing with Celtic myths.

MY REVIEW: 

First I have to remark what a beautiful cover this is, just stunning!  Personally, I have always been interested in anything Celtic related so I was anxious to find out how this story played out.  Through the Door did a perfect job of combining myths of Tir na nog, and ancient druid magic.

Through the Door was a powerful story, it gripped me from the first chapter. The vivid scenes from the “portals” that the child, Eden, created were fascinating.  The struggle of Cedar, trying to comprehend this new world of magic she never knew existed, the many betrayals and deceit from loved ones; all that would probably drive me crazy.  But Cedar is a strong female and she will do anything to find her daughter.   I won’t say who captured Eden, but I sure would like to slap that selfish SOB into the netherworld!

I also loved the mystery surrounding Finn, Cedar’s lost love.  It killed me waiting to find out anything I could about him and his sudden disappearance.

Through the Door also involves mermaids and leprechauns which I absolutely adore it when authors combine more than one type of “fae species” in a story.

Not everyone in Through the Door gets their HEA – but that’s what makes it so interesting with the many plot twists in the story.  It left me guessing till the very end exactly who would win this good versus evil tug of war.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:jo

Hello! I’m the author of THROUGH THE DOOR, the first book in the Celtic urban fantasy series The Thin Veil. Book #2, INTO THE FIRE, is being released December 10.

I grew up in New Brunswick, Canada. After stints as a short-track speed skater, a speechwriter, and fundraising and marketing executive in the nonprofit sector, I started a boutique copywriting agency and began writing novels in the wee hours of the morning. I currently live with my husband and two feisty daughters in Calgary, Alberta.

There is some battle scenes in the book so there is a bit of violence but nothing too gory, I hate gory so I’d say so if there was.  Oops I did forget about one scene so yes there is some gore.

The sexual content is minimal so the heat factor would be 0 on a scale of 0-5.

I received a copy of Through the Door for free via Net Galley for an honest review.

Booklovin’ Blog Hop Giveaway- Time Trap by Micah Caida

As part of the Booklovin’ Blog Hop we are giving away an autographed book of Time Trap by Micah Caida.  Please enter the form below, your name and email address, and follow my blog. (winner will be contacted via email and will have to supply mailing address to receive the book.)

 

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Her memory is blank.  Her future’s in question.  Her power is dangerous.

Waking up in an unknown world, Rayen learns only that she’s seventeen and is hunted by a sentient beast.  Terrified that she may never learn who she really is or find her way back to her home, she’s captured in a land that is at times familiar even if the people and the structures seem alien.  When local law enforcement delivers her to a private school, she’s labeled as a Native American runaway, and Rayen discovers a secret with deadly repercussions.  Forced into an unlikely alliance with a computer savvy street punk and a gifted oddball girl to save their world – and the future – Rayen finds the key to an identity that no girl would want and a strange seventeen-year-old boy who is as deadly as he is attractive.

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MY REVIEW:

I found this story to be  enchanting and full of suspense.  Every page continued to unravel the mystery of our teenage heroine, Rayen, and her unlikely companions.  If you enjoy YA books this story will satisfy your craving for chilling adventures.

bloglovinbloghopheaderAs most of you know, Google Reader is ending soon and GFC will most likely be going as well so Bloglovin’ is going to be the best place to follow and read all of your favorite blogs! In celebration of this, Book2Buzz and all my bloggy friends have decided to do a month long blog hop called the Booklovin’ Blog Hop! Within this hop there are going to be tons, say it again, TONS of  books reviews, spotlights, interviews and plenty of chances to WIN, WIN, WIN books from the following genres: dystopian, fantasy, and YA!