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by: Amanda J. Greene
Dimitri Arsov, the last remaining pure vampire, was thought to be dead for the past four hundreds years. Now, he is back and has a score to settle with the traitor that had tried to kill him centuries ago. But as he waits for his prey to blindly step into his carefully laid trap, his overwhelming hunger for blood is triggered when he saves a beautiful art historian.
Kerstyn Ingmar’s life was normal and straight up boring until the night she is rescued by the dangerously sexy, powerfully mesmerizing, Dimitri. Unable to resist his diamond blue eyes and intense kisses, she is drawn into his world of darkness and closer to her impending doom.
While their desire consumes them, Dimitri is haunted by images of a bloody and deadly future. As his enemies draw near, he must find a way to save his mate from her destiny before fate destroys them both.
You’re dead. Everyone believes you’re dead. So they won’t be too surprised when you come back to life, right?
Dimitri is the last living pureblood vampire, believed to be dead at the hands of a corrupt and tyrannical clan leader. But he’s not. He’s been plotting his return for centuries, having a score to settle with the fool who crossed him. There is nothing in the world that can stop him from his revenge…except possibly Kerstyn, his one true mate.
Dimitri was not what I expected him to be, and I enjoyed the hell out of him because of it. Usually those ‘last remaining pureblood’ types are assholes because they have not been ‘diluted’ over the centuries of making vampires. But Dimitri was anything but. He was classy, respectful, and wise. He was never in a hurry, understanding that sometimes time is the best weapon. He was the kind of guy that would sweep any romantic off their feet in seconds. However, his polite demeanor was only one side of the person he truly was. He was deadly, in every sense of the word. You do not want to cross him, for he can kill you in thousands of ways without breaking a sweat. He was a force to be reckoned with, one that may or may not be able to be controlled. He was incredibly loyal and very patient. His passion was all-consuming and heart-melting. He was truly a blend of light and dark. The perfect scorching hot lover, and genuine soulmate.
I liked Kerstyn. She was just a beautiful person, inside and out. She cared about her friends and family. She was intelligent and strong. She was loyal, even when it felt like she was being abandoned. She had a pure heart, and that made her such a wonderful person. Kerstyn knew what hardship was like and when Dimitri became her knight in shining armor, she did her best to repay him for everything. She was a hard worker, always striving to succeed and be the best she could. Again, we come to how she accepted the news of what Dimitri is, and again I feel like she accepted it too easily. However, with how strong of a person she was, it was still believable. I just think a little more ‘freak out’ would have been appropriate. But she was accepting and understanding and someone who would have your back, even against a bunch of vampires and witches. She was the right fit for someone like Dimitri, an anchor in the storm.
This was another great book in the Rulers of Darkness series. I loved how the events in this one played out and flowed into each other. It really felt like it was smooth and non-stop and it built all the tension and drama in a way that kept me turning pages. I’m really excited to see where things will go with Sonya and Falcon. And poor Hadrian! I hope things work out of him too! Excited to see what the next book will bring.
4 out of 5
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by: Cardeno C.
Short-tempered, arrogant heart surgeon Jason Garcia grew up wanting a close-knit family, but believes he ruined those dreams when he broke up his marriage. The benefit of divorce is having as much random sex as he wants, and it’s a benefit Jason is exploiting when he meets a sweet, shy man at a bar and convinces him to go home for a no-strings-attached night of fun.
Eight years living in Las Vegas hasn’t dimmed Abe Green’s optimism, earnestness, or desire to find the one. When a sexy man with lonely eyes propositions him, Abe decides to give himself a birthday present—one night of spontaneous fun with no thoughts of the future. But one night turns into two and then three, and Abe realizes his heart is involved.
For the first time, Abe feels safe enough with someone he respects and adores to let go of his inhibitions in the bedroom. If Jason can get past his own inhibitions and open his heart and his life to Abe, he might finally find the family he craves.
It’s the skeptical ones that always seems to have the deepest passion buried underneath. They make for some interesting times. And as we all know, opposites most definitely attract, always in the best of ways.
Jason doesn’t believe in love, not for him anyway. He’s contact finding someone when he needs it and that’s it. Then Abe enters his world, and everything unknowingly changes. Jason was very accepting of the times around him. He went with the flow and took things as they came. But he knew when to go after what he wanted, too. He was detached in a way, but still cared about his small group of friends and family. But the thing I really like about him is even when things happened that he wasn’t completely comfortable with, he didn’t immediately ditch out or retreat even if he wanted to. But there was no guarantee of that. He felt more real that way. He was very passionate and level-headed, and that made him a rock in a whirlwind love.
Abe was a very fun-loving and easy-going kind of guy. He understood things easily and fully, which showed how intelligent he was. He knew his place and how it worked, and he pushed when he felt he needed to, but he always went about it carefully. HE cared about everyone around him and he did his best to help when they needed it. He was very much like water—he adapted to what was happening around him and took it in stride, but could be unpredictable when agitated.
I have never read a M/M novel before, and honestly I don’t think it’s my taste. However, this was a beautiful story of how someone so unexpected can changed your life in an instant.
4 out of 5
Laces and Lace
by Toni Aleo
Laces and Lace
Nine years ago, things were perfect. Lacey and Karson had found their happily ever after in each other…or so they thought. How do two people who were meant to be move on from that once-in-a-lifetime love?
Lacey has a strength inside her that comes alive with the things she’s most passionate about. She’s a fighter, a survivor, and has everything she’s ever wanted but the one thing that matters most—love.
Karson is doing the one thing he loves most—playing hockey for the Assassins, yet he knows regret. He knows his life has been missing the one thing he walked away from so many years ago—Lacey.
Nine years later, and neither has been able to succeed in moving on from what was, what could have been, and who each of their hearts still beats for. When a chance encounter during a fateful night has their paths crossing again, will the tether still attaching their souls allow them to face the past, present, and a possible future?
Can two people with fate on their side find a way back to each other? Overcome all the obstacles in their way to finally live life together to the fullest?
Or will they let those around them and the circumstances they face, along with questions and doubt, ruin a second chance at the life they both deserve?
Tangled in the Laces was included in this book. It’s the prequel to Laces and Lace and provided important background.
For a short story this prequel had it all. A well-written story that gives answers to all of your questions? Definitely yes. Well developed, well-written characters that make you feel everything from hope to hopelessness? Absolutely! A palpable attraction that makes the pages smoke? For sure.
Lacey battled cancer and won. It left her with emotional scars, as well as physical ones. So, when her brother’s teammate the talented and cocky Karson turns his attention to her she fights the attraction with everything she has. When she loses that fight her life changes forever. Karson is everything that her tender ego needed. He loved her no matter the scars she carried. In fact, her strength made him love her that much more.
It all falls apart in the blink of an eye. Karson shreds her heart and we’re left with a heartbroken and confused Lacey. Even more heart wrenching is the pain and helplessness that Karson is left to deal with.
Laces and Lace is the sixth book of the Assassins series by Toni Aleo. I am a huge fan of this series and was a bit worried about this book after reading some of the other reviews. There were a few comments that the characters in this book were too sticky sweet with each other and the female lead was too wishy-washy.
As to the first point, I couldn’t disagree more. These characters were head over heals in love 9 years before. Due to the cruel hand of fate (aka meddling father) they were torn away from one another. And they never stopped loving each other. Finally, they are back together and who can blame them for the mushy words, the constant need for reassurances and the need to be in the other’s company.
As to the latter issue of Lacey needing a backbone. On this I am torn. For most of the book I got her reluctance to completely give up her family even though they were jerks in every sense of the word. She lost her mom and has been brainwashed and manipulated her entire life by her father. Being reunited with the love of your life doesn’t just undo all of that overnight. I do admit when she started to question that her father was capable of some of the terrible things that Karson told her he was doing I wanted to shake her a bit. She already knew some of the awful things that he had done, so I felt it very unkind to question Karson’s instincts when he had been nothing but a stand-up guy.
Ms. Aleo sure knows how to write butthole family members. I didn’t think I could ever dislike a parent more than I did Elli’s mom from Taking Shots (The Assassins #1). I was wrong! Lacey’s dad was a terrible, terrible man. He was so superior and selfish that he didn’t even try to hide it most of the time. And that girlfriend of his was perfect for him. It’s not often that I want to slap a bitch, but I had twitchy palms every time she opened her mouth. Don’t get me started on Lacey’s sister-in-law/supposed best friend. I don’t care if she had daddy issues or not there was no excuse for any of her actions. NONE! There is nothing that could ever make me forgive her. If nothing else in this world you should be able to count on your best friend to have your back even when she doesn’t agree with your choice. Lacey’s only saving grace was her brother. He wasn’t perfect and had his flaws, but redeemed himself 100%.
As much as Lacey’s family were horrible people Karson’s were awesome! They were good, loving, hard-working people. And when they got together they were all sorts of dysfunctional fabulous. The way they communicated and fussed at each other made me laugh out loud on more than one occasion. Karson’s sister Kacey is a character that I would love to read more about. If the more I read about her included Karson’s friend and teammate Jordie Thomas that would be all the better. Jordie was scandalous and refused to apologize for it. I loved him in all of his self-centered glory.
To sum up this book I would say it’s a must-read! Definitely one of my favorites of this series!
by: Gena Showalter
At long last, New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter unveils the story of Paris, the darkest and most tormented Lord of the Underworld.
Possessed by the demon of Promiscuity, immortal warrior Paris is irresistibly seductive, but his potent allure comes at a terrible price. Every night he must bed someone new, or weaken and die. And the woman he craves above all others is the one woman he thought was forever beyond his reach until now.
Newly possessed by the demon of Wrath, Sienna Blackstone is racked by a ruthless need to punish those around her. Yet in Paris’s arms, the vulnerable beauty finds soul-searing passion and incredible peace. Until a blood feud between ancient enemies heats up.
Will the battle against gods, angels and creatures of the night bind them eternally or tear them apart?
Paris is finally here! Words cannot describe how happy I am!
…Well, actually they can. (Yay, reviews!)
I really wish I could say I enjoyed Paris’s story more than I did. It wasn’t bad. I think there was just so much buildup waiting for his story that by the time we go it, I had such high hopes that is simply fell short.
Paris has changed a lot from who he was at the beginning of the series. He finally met the one woman he couldn’t get enough of, and his life was destroyed. He has a war raging inside him. He hates, but he loves. He has to do what he needs to in order to survive. But his disgust in himself and his demon causes some problems. But nothing will stop him from saving Sienna. Despite the outward changes in his attitude, deep down he never truly changed. He was still the generous and selfless man he used to be. But he finally found something worth fighting for and he wasn’t about to let a damn thing, not matter how impossible it seemed, keep him from the woman he loved.
When we meet Sienna again, she is weary and broken. She is a slave to her demon and the bastard who gave her life. But she is also strong. Her demon doesn’t have complete control over her, and she makes her own decisions. Because of her demon, she knows everything about Paris—including his nasty past. But the beauty of her is despite it all, she understands. She understand why he had to do all he did, why he hated himself so deeply. Despite all that, she accepts him. Her acceptance and her compassion were her best qualities, which coincidentally made her strength. She was willing to sacrifice anything for Paris.
I really did enjoy their story. But I was expecting something more. The twists and turns, however, really made this story real. The reality of what they’re facing and the choices they now have to make could mean life or death.
3.5 out of 5
by: Jaci Burton
Everything’s coming together for budding fashion designer Carolina Preston. Only months away from having her own line, she could use some publicity. That’s when her brother suggests his best friend as a model – hockey player Drew Hogan.
Carolina and Drew already have a history – a hot one, back in college. Unforgettable for Carolina, but for Drew, just another slap shot. This time, though, it’s different. His perfect body would be for professional use only. This time, she could use him.
Drew is all for it. He’s looking forward to the exposure. Plus, it would give him a chance to prove to Carolina that he’s changed. If only he could thaw her emotions, convince her to let down her guard and let him in just one more time…
What is it about athletes that appeal so much to us? Maybe it’s the chiseled body, the sweat sleeked skin, or maybe their enviable talent with their hands? Yum. I personally agree with all of the above. Let’s toss in a playboy hockey player dead set on winning over the clothing designer he let slip away, and you have the makings of one hot chase.
Carolina is both terrified and excited about her fashion show. It could make or break her career as a designer. With the help of her brother, she now has a model she wanted nothing to do with ever again. Carolina is a workaholic, but with something so important looming, it’s easy to understand why. She is a perfectionist and determined to make sure everything is the best it could possibly be. She was a wonderfully strong woman, but she needed help stepping away from her work to relax. Although she wanted nothing to do with Drew, she always seemed to find herself involved in something with him. At first she fought it, the pain he had caused her in the past almost always interfering. But eventually she realized that Drew, on some level, had changed, and she embraced it and all its possibilities, knowing she might be hurt again. She was beautiful and fun, and always tried to see the positive in everything. In the end, she was rewarded with the best things ever: love.
Drew has always been the carefree kind of guy. He enjoyed life, had fun, and became an amazing hockey player. He’s never had any regrets in his life, except one: Carolina. So when he gets the chance to help her out, he not only jumps at it, he invades her life. He sees how dedicated she is, but he also sees how little she relaxes. Despite the tension between them, he shows her that times have changed, and that sometimes you need to step back and have some fun. He truly cared about Carolina and wanted nothing but the best for her. He proved to her that when it really mattered, he would always be there for her. He loved her deeply, he always had. And he never let anything stand in the way or ultimately winning her heart.
I liked how this story really showed how much Drew had grown and changed. Of course some things scared him, but he never let it truly get in the way. Carolina and him really embraced each other and took a huge step forward in their relationship from their past.
4 out of 5
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With her murderous maker still on the run, Cherry has enough on her mind even before her newly turned boyfriend, Alex, demands they meet each other’s parents. Constantine, her ex and now member of the vampire council, is suspiciously quick to allow this breach of vampire law. It soon becomes clear there’s a lot Cherry doesn’t know about her family’s past.
And it’s threatening her present and her future.
Alex is changing, Ádísa is dead but not as gone as she should be, and feelings forced aside are reconsidered. Back in her hometown, and faced with an overabundance of new information, Cherry is determined to fight for herself, her family, and her man.
That’s when her world is turned upside down.
I like big beds.
I like wide, comfy mattresses that allow me to stretch to my heart’s desire and roll over as many times as I please. What’s more, I like bedmates that don’t take up the entire space I lovingly try to maintain around me.
Alex wasn’t that kind of a bedmate.
Alex was a cuddler, which I more than appreciated right after naughty-times, but suffocated me when I woke up to the weight of an arm pressing my chest down or a hard body keeping me from turning around.
He also snored from time to time, which made no sense, since he no longer needed to breathe. I guess old habits die hard.
I wouldn’t have made a big deal out of any of those things that morning, if I hadn’t woken up to Alex’s spooning me from behind, both of his arms wrapped around me like steel bars, and his voice whispering in my ear, “I want you to meet my mother.”
And I certainly wouldn’t have kicked him off the bed, if he hadn’t added, “And I want to meet your family.”
“What did you do that for?” Alex rubbed his head where it had impacted with the wall. He was still on the floor where he’d landed, glaring at me with those gorgeous grey eyes of his.
I sat up and bunched the covers around me, still not fully believing I’d done what I had—or that he’d actually said what I’d heard.
“Cherry? What’s up? And ow, by the way!” He didn’t seem as pissed off as I’d have been in his place. “Did you have another nightmare? Think I was Willoughby again?”
His concern made me feel bad. To be honest, I’d never had any nightmares of Willoughby. At times when Alex had been too clingy in my sleep, however, I might have elbowed him in the ribs or kicked him in the shin and afterward implied that I’d thought he was my maker, haunting my dreams. He’d been having nightmares of his turning too, so he believed me.
I shook my head. “Not him,” I said. “Different nightmare. About you wanting us to meet each other’s folks.”
That got him fuming in no time, which worked out quite well, because I wasn’t exactly feeling all lovey-dovey at that moment.
“Why’s that so bad? My mother’s been hearing about you for two months now. She wants to meet you.” And that was a glaring example of why we should let our family think we died after our turning. If the vampire council caught a whiff of Alex’s still staying in touch with his mother, they might resort to extreme measures.
Then again, they’d have to know he was a vampire for them to even care, so that was a moot point. After the havoc that had resulted to his turning, the vampire council had reinstated the Vampire Social Services, VSS for short, to help tighten the bonds within our community, and decreed a census, to record all vampires currently in the United States. We’d kept Alex’s…change in status a secret from them, to avoid dealing with the repercussions of breaking the law against turning new fledglings.
“What if she doesn’t like me?” ’Cause loveable as I am, there was always the possibility of that. I didn’t voice my worries that I might not like her. “And you can’t meet my family. I can’t meet my family again. They think I’m dead.”
“They think you’re missing. Finding out you’re still”—I could see he was searching for the right word, since alive wouldn’t cut it—“around would be the greatest thing to ever happen to them.” He was using his rational voice on me, something that probably worked when he interrogated suspects, but which I hated when I was feeling unreasonable. “And my mom will love you.” He got on his feet and dusted plaster off his hair. “Just like I do.”
Yeah, okay. Play the I-love-you card, why don’t you? “We’ll talk about it,” I said. “I’ll ask Constantine what he thinks. He knows the council better than I do, and they like him.” If they didn’t, they’d have publicly executed him for admitting to have killed two of their own. Instead, they’d had him join them. “If he thinks it’s safe for me to go home, we’ll visit my family.”
There was no way my ex would condone something like that. It was reckless and might endanger us all—plus he might be acting all cool and superior, but I could tell he wasn’t exactly happy with my relationship with Alex.
Alex must have realized Constantine would say no, because he kicked dejectedly at the floor and came back to bed with a scowl on his face. “I’ll talk to him too,” he said, standing right in front of me in his birthday suit. “Maybe I can convince him.”
He could certainly try. Meanwhile, I’d do my best to make him forget about the whole thing. I smiled, slid to the edge of the bed, and let the covers drop to reveal a state of undress that matched his, before letting my fingers trace the lines of his body—hard muscle under soft skin that shivered ever so slightly under my touch.
His gaze was locked on mine, as my mouth replaced my fingers down his stomach. I loved the texture, the smoothness of his skin. I feathered my lips along his hipbone and felt his legs tremble slightly. I loved his body’s involuntary responses. Smiling to myself, I brought one hand around him and dug my nails into his buttock, pushing him against my face.
He rudely interrupted my efforts at driving him crazy with anticipation, by stepping back, grabbing my knees, and laying me flat on the bed in one smooth move. Before I could voice my protest, he was kissing me.
I arched upward and wrapped my legs around his hips, but he resisted, his body hovering above me. “No.” The single word was heavy with promise.
He kissed me again slowly, his tongue teasing my mouth open before finding my tongue. The kiss deepened, as did my need for him. When he sucked on my lower lip, I ran one hand down the length of my body and between my legs, where I wanted him the most.
He closed his fingers around my wrist and forced my hand to the mattress. His cool breath tickled my ear. “Be a good girl, and don’t move.”
It’s not like me to submit without thought, but the lust burning in his gaze stifled my rebellious side. I tangled both hands in the sheets to keep from touching him.
His mouth moved down the side of my neck, kissing and licking the area over my jugular. I wanted him to bite me. I wanted to push against him. I held back. He barely let a fang graze my skin, and chuckled at the whiny sound that escaped my throat.
He made his way down my body with his lips and fingers, pulling sighs and moans out of me with every kiss, every caress, every nip. My nipples hardened at his touch, my stomach tightened. Every nerve in my body was screaming for more, but he refused to give it. By the time his face was at the apex of my thighs, I was craving him beyond reason. I could not be held accountable for my actions, if he didn’t sink inside me immediately.
Only Alex wasn’t done teasing me yet.
He gently closed his teeth over the sensitive flesh at the inside of my thigh without breaking the skin, and sucked while pushing a finger inside me.
My hips flew off the mattress, and my eyes watered at the pressure that had been building up in my belly. I needed just a bit more. More pressure. More friction. I needed him to add another finger and pump them both. I needed him to eat me out. I needed him to—Oh God…
He didn’t do what I wanted but he didn’t withdraw, either. Instead, he splayed the fingers of his free hand on my stomach to hold me down and pierced my skin with his fangs at the same time he pressed his thumb on my clit.
I thought I was going to scream, but only a hoarse whisper reached my ears when I managed to form a word. “Please.”
He either didn’t hear me or ignored me. His thumb drew lazy circles around my clitoris, and his finger slid in and out so slowly, I couldn’t get the more I needed. His mouth kept pulling at my blood, and the sensation was enough to drive me to the precipice but not to throw me over.
Pleading obviously hadn’t worked for me, so this time I went with an order. “Now.”
Alex was not in a compliant mood. He stopped touching me entirely and raised his gaze to mine, making sure I watched as he licked his lips. Once he had my undivided attention, he lowered his head again and slowly ran his tongue along my cleft.
That was about when I stopped being nice.
I grabbed his hair to anchor him to me and began grinding against his face, urging him to go faster, harder. If he wanted to play Hold off Cherry’s Release, I’d take matters in my own hands.
I was so close—so fucking close—when he forcefully removed my hands from his head and rolled me over.
Now we’re talking!
The bed was too tall for my knees to reach the ground, and my legs were dangling awkwardly while I tried to find purchase on the floor with my toes. Just when I was about to, Alex nudged my thighs apart with one knee, throwing me completely off balance, and pushed inside me.
Can’t say I complained about the manhandling. Perhaps I would have, if I weren’t enjoying it so much. I’ve always loved seeing Alex’s mild manners put aside in the bedroom—or bathroom, kitchen, public place, wherever—and this dominant side of his come out.
His fingers dug into my hips, lifting me to meet his thrusts. I didn’t even find time to push my body up with my arms. My face was rubbing against the mattress, but all I could feel was the fire inside me, the one he was stoking with every plunge. Every time he withdrew, I clenched around him, trying to lock him and the pleasure in place. My fangs popped out, and I bit at the sheets, uncaring that I’d leave holes in them. I was nearly there nearly there nearly—
Alex’s movements became jerkier, shorter. He draped his body over mine, his hands leaving my hips so his arms could wrap around my torso. I let him draw me to him and tilted my head to the side, so my hair could get out of his way.
The moment his fangs pierced my throat, everything I’d wanted, everything my body had craved for was suddenly flooding my senses, short-circuiting my brain. I couldn’t tell which of us was trembling; all I knew was that, pinned to him, torn sheets hanging forgotten from my mouth, I felt my body shudder with waves of pleasure until I could no longer keep my eyes open.
Alex obviously had some problem controlling himself, too, because his knees buckled what seemed an eternity later, and we both toppled forward, his teeth and cock still inside me.
In my fuzziness, I barely registered his tongue gently licking the wounds he’d inflicted, before he rolled to the side and gathered me close. It’s possible I purred with delight; this was one of the times I not only didn’t mind the cuddling but welcomed it.
I don’t know if I drifted off or just zoned out, but in my efforts to distract him, I’d ended up distracting myself too, enough that I didn’t even realize someone else was in the room until I heard Constantine clearing his throat.
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