☩REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Blood of Eve by Pam Godwin☩


Two years into the aphid plague, there’s little hope left. Food and ammo are scarce. The mutated monsters are growing faster, smarter. And the ratio of men to women is millions to one. Mankind faces imminent extinction.

But Evie carries a cure for women.

Fiercely protected by three men, she sets out to heal as many infected females as possible. The journey becomes more complicated as her feelings for her guardians evolve, and theirs for her intensify.

When a voice from the past prophesies a solution for the dying race, she must make a choice.

Will she survive for love?
Or will she die for it?


BLOOD OF EVE by Pam Godwin
The Story Continues…
Evie, Jesse, Rourk, and Micho

I just finished… like an hour ago… the hubs walked in on me bauling my eyes out! I couldn’t form any coherent words to tell him why I was weeping or how this book changed my life! I just sat there, smoke in hand, cocktail at the ready, tear streaming down my face and sighed. Pam, you have outdone yourself. Your writing, your imagination, and your characters are exquisite. I love you for putting this story down on paper!

Evie is my hero in every way, shape, and form. I will compare every main female character to her from this point forward. I’m quite certain only a few will match up. This woman saw death, decay, and hopelessness and faced it head on. She never gives up, she never wavers, and she always protects what’s rightfully hers… Jesse, Rourk, and Micho. Surviving the virus that engulfed the Earth, fighting aphids, dodging the Drone, and looking for nymphs has become her daily creed. She makes even the most dangerous of the badasses look like a freakin’ child. I will love her till my dying day.

Jesse is a man of few words. He endures so much pain and hardship yet barely shows his feelings and never complains. Although he may not tell you what he’s thinking, you’ll know by the look on his face that you’re better off leaving him the fuck alone. To me he was always Evie’s main protector. His love for her never faltered. He dealt with many obstacles and barriers when it came to her, but his love is true and his love is one of a kind.

Rourk “Father Mahony” cracked my right the fuck up! How Pam came up with all his dialogue I’ll never know. Amidst his humor lies a man who would lay down his life for the love of Evie. He’s not your traditional priest. He’s a post apocalyptic priest. One with more questions than answers, but with the love a good woman, a strong adherent, and his sword I have no doubt he’ll find what he’s been searching for.

God, how do I talk about Micho? I love this man with my entire being. He scared the ever-loving shit outta me. His puzzling persona drove me over the edge multiple times. He’s emotional, he’s large and in charge, and he’s a fierce protector of Evie and her heart. I can’t say that I always liked him, but in the end, I fell head of heels in love with this mysterious man. He fights an invisible demon within himself that seems to be killing him from the inside out. Although he started out ghastly, he won me over and I will pine for him the rest of my days.

The supporting character cast is vast in this story and I’m positive it will get larger before it’s all over. One honorable mentioned would be Shea. She’s a my kinda girl. Evie and her seem to be two peas in pod and I’m hopeful I’ll see more of her in the last installment, Dawn of Eve, coming sometime in 2016. Another honorable mentioned would be Link. This guy, to be honest, is a tad bit fucked up. He should come with a disclaimer… “Lives by the motto, Destroy what destroys you” He’s a natural born killer and he’s a man of many skills. The list could go on and on, but I’ll stop there or I fear I’ll run outta clever things to say!! lol!

To wrap this up… in a nutshell… I could not put this down. Sure there were the occasional stints of work, family, and bullshit, but for the most part, I kept a diligent pace till I uttered the last words. The characters drew me back into one of the most invigorating stories I’ve ever encountered in my life. The dialogue flowed nicely and everything within these pages made me feel like I was there. Down to the description of the landscape, I could feel it, I could smell it, and I lived it! Every page, every chapter was gripping and spellbinding. It lead me to a climax that I most certainly will never forget and am still reliving it as I type this sentence. I love you Pam Godwin and your fucked up mind!

10 Mutha Fuckin’ STARS


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Dead of Eve


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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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♪♫DOUBLE COVER REVEAL: Storm & Loving Storm by Carian Cole♪♫



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Carian Cole has surprised us with a double cover reveal – and they are HOT!!

Storm (Ashes & Embers book 1) has a new cover!

Cover Designer : Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs

Model : Joel Hicks

Photog : Joel Hicks Book Covers

Storm has also gone through a make-over with new formatting and has been re-edited to fix a few small hiccups in grammar and punctuation. The story itself has not changed!

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Loving Storm (an Ashes & Embers sequel for Storm)

Cover Designer : Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs

Models : Joel Hicks and Arianna Lily

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Loving Storm Blurb:

I met him in a snow storm…

We spent forty-eight hours trapped in the back of his pickup truck.

We fought.

We touched.

We fell.


She literally crashed into my life…

The last thing I wanted was a relationship. Especially with a quirky chick that drove me insane. But something about her got under my skin, and into my heart.

And I had to have her.

All of her. Now.

Falling in love in the back of a truck, just the two of us, was easy.

Finding out he’s a famous rock star, dealing with jealous fans, psycho exes, and demons from the past….not so easy.

Release Date : TBA


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I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in the mountains of beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.


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BLOG TOUR: Scattered Ashes by Annie Anderson

SCATTERED ASHES by Annie Anderson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Aurelia Constantine is having a rough century.
Plagued by visions of murder, death and destruction, she has resigned herself to the nightmare her life has become. When an enemy from her past comes to her rescue, she must let go of old wounds and heal the breach so she may survive the evil poisoning her mind.
Rhys Stevens is guilty.
Murder. Betrayal. Treason. Take your pick; he’s guilty of them all. On the path of redemption, he must beg for forgiveness from the one person he fought to save – the woman he has always loved.
Thrown together in the trenches of war, they must work as a team to stop a monstrous puppet master from pulling their strings.
Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.
Get ready to burn.

I groan as I open the car door and pull my body to standing. I rub my eyes, so happy I ditched the contacts and shake out my legs before going to the trunk to pull out my go-bag. Every vehicle I own (even the boat and four-wheelers) has a small duffel bag stashed somewhere in them. They contain cash, clothes, one day of rations (beef jerky and a flask of Jameson, don’t give me too much credit), and a new identity.

The identity I probably won’t need just yet, but I do need the set of clothes. My suit jacket was lost to some poor male patron with a gut shot, and my pants and shirt are ruined by some lady’s blood and the remnants of what I did to Thad during his interrogation. I feel guilty for not using the Morganite knife and killing him for real since I know he’ll heal in the next couple of days. My only solace is that it will take a few days to regrow his whole fucking head.


I knew I shouldn’t have gone to my stupid exhibit. I swear it’s the last time I let Evan talk me into anything.

I mean it this time.

Rhys has been quiet most of the drive, and it’s a blessing because I have no idea what to say to him. But it’s a curse as well due to the barbed guilt running through my veins. I’ve spent little time with him that hasn’t included me trying to rip him limb from limb, so a conversation might be impossible. I’m also a little disturbed having him so close hasn’t been the hardship I thought it would be. He’s been quiet, considerate, and he pumped the gas when we stopped because me getting out of the car would have caused a stir.

We both get out of the car and walk to the trunk, which I’ve popped with the key fob.

“You want me to carry that?” he asks, chivalrously reaching past me to lift my duffel out of the trunk. The bastard. I really wish he’d cooperate and be an asshole so I could hate him appropriately. I grind my teeth together in an attempt to avoid screaming and give a jerky nod, letting him take the bag. It takes some effort, but I gently close my trunk, careful not to hurt my baby even though I want to smash something.

I stride towards the front door behind Rhys, vigilantly trying not to stomp my feet and pout like a Goddamn toddler. My anger only grows when I notice how fucking spectacular he looks in a suit. Holy shit balls. He’s easily six foot three, maybe taller. I’m five-three on a good day, so he’s at least an entire foot taller than me. The crisp dark charcoal gray suit emphasizes the wideness of his shoulders and the line of his body as it flows from his strong neck to his lean waist and tight ass. People I hate are not supposed to be this fucking hot in a suit.

© Copyright 2015 Annie Anderson

Annie Anderson is originally from Dallas, Texas but has lived in England, Las Vegas (because Las Vegas and the state of Nevada are two very different places), New Mexico, Illinois, Florida and Georgia. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two kids, and an old man of a dog.
– AUTHOR FuN FaCts –
  • I’m a veteran. I served 4 years Active Duty and 2 years Reserve in the United States Air Force. 
  • My favorite color is cerulean. (Yes, I know it’s pompous, and I don’t care.)
  • I hate lettuce. 
  • I am actually pissy after a good workout. Like rip my shoes off and pout on the carpet, pissy. I work out at least 3-6 days a week, and throw a 2-year-old fit every single time. I hate being hot, so much.
  • I love math. I seriously considered becoming a high school math teacher when I was in college. 
  • I order pizza with no cheese on it. I don’t like melted cheese. I like solid cheese and liquified cheese but the in-between stringy yuck on pizza? No. But I love pizza, so I order it cheese-less. (My daughters eat it this way as well.)
  • I read obnoxiously fast. When I’m not writing or running after children, I can read about 4 books a day.
  • I suffer from RBF (Resting Bitch Face). I’m not mad. This is just how my face looks.
  • I’ve been married for almost 10 years to my awesome husband. He’s put up with my picky, blunt, RBF-having self for a decade. The man deserves a medal.
  • I like to sew. And craft. And paint. And organize. And clean. I think I missed the day when they passed out left-brain, right-brain cards in school.


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