Mel and Clarissa built the perfect life after the destruction of the Gem of Avarice. However, they quickly learn perfect lives are easily disrupted, especially by their antagonists.
When their daughter, Trinity is kidnapped and their son, Logan moves away shortly after, Clarissa feels like her world is falling apart… once again.
It isn’t until startling revelations from Logan and his girlfriend are unveiled that Clarissa and Mel are led down an unexpected path involving the mysteries of the Gem. In time, their enemies of the past are trapped within their own tangled webs of deceit.
While Mel handles his daughter’s kidnapper, Clarissa alone, will have to risk everything including her very own life, in order to protect her children.
We, Jaz and I, only found out last night. She wanted me to know it was why
she hadn’t visited me here or met either of you. It’s not that she didn’t want to, it was just she
couldn’t and hadn’t told me why before.” He turned to Jaz. “I think it was her way of letting us
know she was okay with us. Or maybe it was an apology. Again, I am not really sure. I’m just
glad she finally told us. Anyways, that is why we have to go to her instead of her coming to us.”
“I’m not sure I like the idea of going anywhere called the Nether Realm. What if I get
Logan snorted softly. “You won’t, baby. You used to visit my mother’s garden and me
often. Besides, I won’t let anything more happen to you. I should have never let you leave alone
last night. I should have stayed with you. Maybe if I had, none of this would be happening now.
Can you ever forgive me?”
Jasmine moved over to him. “There is nothing to forgive. I have a feeling I am pretty
stubborn when I want to be. If I left alone because I wanted you to have more time with your
family, I doubt there would have been anything to stop me from leaving alone.” She moved
around the kitchen and poured herself a cup of chicory coffee, inhaling the rich, aromatic scent
before cautiously taking a sip of the velvety rich beverage.
“Hah. You are so right. Always have been,” Tyler readily agreed, then looked up as he
sensed an approach to the door. “Your grandmother has arrived. You ready to go?”
“Mostly. Why can’t you come again?”
“Because I’m not welcome there,” Tyler replied as he moved to open the door for
Archanidou before she ever had the chance to knock.
“Because you are human or because you are alive?” Jaz questioned as she watched him
move to the door. She was surprised when she saw Archanidou moving towards the steps. She
knew he said she was here, but how did he know?
Spiderwoman glided in, greeting the three of them with a “Blissful morning.”
Tyler shut the door behind her and responded to Jaz’s question. “I’m alive, but it’s not the
reason I am not welcome there. I cannot go because of a truce the realm I come from has with
the Nether Realm. We stay out of each other’s territory.”
“So you are not human?” Jaz asked, astounded, though considering all the revelations of
the past few minutes, she really shouldn’t have been. Yet, somehow she felt like Alice who fell
through the looking glass to a world which was topsyturvy
from what it should be.
Tyler shook his head. “No.”
“What are you, then?”
Tyler looked at Archanidou, almost as if asking permission to tell her. Archanidou
nodded to him and waited.
“I am Fae.”
“What is that? Like a fairy?”
“Where are your wings?”
“They can only be seen in my realm.”
“Can you fly?”
“Only in my realm.”
“What realm are you from? What is it called?”
“How did we meet?”
Again, Tyler looked over at Archanidou who answered for him. “You were born there.
That is where my daughter, your mother, Fern, laid you.”
“You are my child’s child,” Archanidou said patiently. “Spiders lay eggs. And it is
because of the egg that you are so sought after, which is why you live in a warded house, and
why you grew up in Faefardom. It was to protect you.”
“Protect me from what? This is all so confusing.” Jaz rubbed her forehead. “Does this
have anything to do with Logan’s mom?”
Ms. Hawks has always been interested in writing in some form or other. A few years back, she was involved with and then ran a Star Trek Interactive Writing Group which was successful for a number of years. Yes, she is a trekker and proud of it.
A few years back, she received her Master’s Degree in Ancient Civilizations, Native American History and United States History. It was at this time she got involved in role playing on FaceBook, which gave her ample opportunities to grow and hone her writing ability.Taking the leap forward, she decided to try her hand at writing a novel. That novel is entitled Demon’s Kiss.
For almost two hundred years, Trace has searched for his mate. Now he’s met Cordray. Brash, sassy, and covered in tattoos, Cordray isn’t at all the type of female he thought his mate would be, but he can’t deny the way his body reacts every time she’s near. She calms him and sparks his desire in a way no one ever has, which terrifies him, because if she has that kind of power over him, what else is she capable of?
Cordray thinks Trace is the most exciting male she’s ever met, but she refuses to drop her guard and let him in. She loved deeply once, only to be spurned when her lover mated another. The heartbreak was so severe, she lost her ability to feel. Trace has reawakened her sense of touch, but she’s scared that if she takes another chance on love only to be rejected again, this time she’ll lose her life.
With both committed to pushing the other away, every conversation escalates into a war of words. But for these two, their arguments are just foreplay. It’s only a matter of time before their desire grows stronger than their resistance. No other has tamed Trace’s inner beast the way Cordray can. And now that he’s found her, God help anyone—or anything—that tries to take her from him.
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Donya Lynne is the bestselling author of the award winning All the King’s Men Series and a member of Romance Writers of America. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age that she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, she’d been dubbed Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. In 2012, she made that dream come true by publishing her first two novels and a novella. Her work has earned her two IPPYs (one gold, one silver) and two ELit Awards (one gold, one silver) as well as numerous accolades. When she’s not writing, she can be found cheering on the Indianapolis Colts or doing her cats’ bidding.
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Jax Wheeler has been fighting his own demons for as long as he can remember. One of those demons is from his past, a brother who wants nothing more to see Jax suffer. Working closely with the Cincinnati Branch of the VC Warriors Jax never thought he would find someone who could help him ease his pain, but he was wrong.
Having a past of her own, Caroline Fitzpatrick has survived being put into a trance by a madman who wanted to control her sister, a abusive relationship, communicating with the dead, but nothing has prepared her for Jax Wheeler. From the moment she saw him the attraction was immediate, but the attraction was not mutual or was it?
The more Jax tries to stay away from Caroline, the more he finds himself at her door, in her life. All he knows is that every minute he spends with the beautiful school teacher, the more danger he puts her in. His brother’s vengeance of wanting him to suffer has put Caroline in the line of fire and only Jax can protect her.
Jax by Teresa Gabelman
Jax & Caroline
FUNNY, CUTE, AND SEXY
First and foremost I totally love this series! Some books more than others and this one I didn’t completely fall in love with like I did others. Don’t get me wrong I liked it a whole bunch, but it just didn’t make me fall in love with it. It has humor, wit, and charm, and even some pretty steamy sex scenes. I think if you like this series you’re going to like this book.
Jax is your typical alpha male vampire who has an enormous chip on his shoulders. A chip the size of his ass wipe brother Mika! Of course he can’t be near the one he wants to be near for fear of hurting her physically and mentally. Sometimes I almost felt like he was too serious and needed to lighten up just a little bit more, but I still love him none-the-less.
Usually I fall more in love with the male character then I do the female character. Not in this case! I completely and utterly love Caroline. She’s comical, she’s serious, and despite her tiny frame she’s tough as nails! Caroline is still renovating that old piece of shit farmhouse that she bought and she’s so determined that you just want to hug her and grab a paint brush and help her out. I like the fact that she doesn’t beat around the bush where Jax is concerned. She’s definitely a strong female lead character.
The supporting character cast is vast to say the least. I always love to see some of my previous book boyfriends show up and their better halves. I seriously cannot wait to read Sloan’s book. He’s such a crab ass that I can’t wait to see who takes his ass on!
All is all, it’s an extremely well written book. The pacing is good, the dialogue flowed. I just didn’t feel as connected to this book as I have to others in this series. For me it was good, but not great. I think maybe there wasn’t enough tension built up throughout to make the climax stand out sufficiently. I still can’t wait to read Sloan though… I’m sure that one will knock my socks off!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Teresa Gabelman is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the ‘Protectors Series’. When not writing about sexy alpha vampires and the women who drive them crazy she can be found on a lake with a fishing pole/Kindle, at a MMA event or spending a fun evening with family.
Being a full-time writer has allowed Teresa to connect more with readers which is what she loves most about writing. If you find the time she would love to hear from you!
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Forever at Midnight (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 2)
When Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club, he searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind. He is unable to believe Deanna is alive when he’d buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruors’ headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she’s hidden herself from him all these years.
Knowing her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.
Hearts are broken on both sides, but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all. Desire rises and passions are rekindled. Will Roarke and Deanna’s pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness? Or will it forever tear them apart?
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As the elevator opened to the ground floor, he pressed the hold button before striding the few steps to the door and opened it, taking care that the sun didn’t touch him. As the weak rays of the sun streamed through, he felt the gradual simmer in his blood. Uncomfortable, but bearable.
The scent of ylang-ylang reached his senses before Deanna appeared. Roarke closed the door and backed her against the wall. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss which burned a trail down to his sex. Deanna opened up to him, her tongue twirling against his. He groaned as their tongues duelled, each wanting dominion over the other. His hand curled around her neck while his thumb rubbed against the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Deanna’s moan sent his lust rampaging through his loins. His cock was harder than it had ever been. He rubbed it against her hip, wanting to bury himself inside her sweet warmth.
“Roarke.” Deanna gasped against his mouth. “Please….”
In a flash, Roarke pulled her inside the elevator. As the doors closed he punched in several numbers.
“That’s a longer code.” Deanna observed.
He turned to her. “It’s the code to switch off the camera feed.”
Deanna walked toward him. She opened her coat. His breath hissed through his teeth. She wore a simple wraparound dress of dark blue which cinched her waist and pushed her luscious breasts up. He pulled her against his body and devoured her lips before trailing open mouth kisses down the elegant length of her throat. When he reached the base, where her pulse beat erratically, he licked it, eliciting a sigh from her before he sucked on the tender flesh.
Deanna held on to him, her head angled so he could suck more. She whimpered and begged him to continue. Through her skin, Roarke drew a little of her blood. His body rejoiced. His cock strained against his jeans.
Deanna was still his mate. The sweet drop invigorated his senses. He felt more strength literally flowing through his sinews. But there it was. He also tasted something metallic and bitter. No one had to tell him it was the Scatha’s taint. Inside his body, Deanna’s essence mixed with his own. The combination of their blood was stronger than Dac’s contamination. He clenched his jaw at the stab of pain in his system, and then it was gone. His body had battled the taint.
He licked at the spot and felt Deanna shudder against him. She faced him, her eyes aglow with desire. She shrugged out of her coat and parted the bodice of her dress, taking her breast out of her lace bra. Without preamble, Roarke latched on to her tit, kneading the breast as he sucked and nipped at the aroused bud. When he lifted his mouth, she moaned, until she realized he was moving to give the jealous twin equal attention. In appreciation, Deanna cupped his erection before quickly unbuttoning his waistband and unzipping him. Roarke backed her to the corner of the elevator and lifted her. Deanna’s dress parted to show her black lace-edged stockings held by a lace garter belt over a lace thong.
“My lady,” he rasped. “This will have to be quick.”
“Yes, Roarke,” she said huskily, nipping at his neck. “Quick, hard, and rough.”
Deanna pulled her thong aside for him. Her sex was glistening and wet. The scent of her arousal enticed him even as it mixed with his own. In one thrust he was inside her. They both groaned in ecstasy.
He was mindless with lust as Deanna’s sheath clung to his cock. He rode her as she bade him. Quick, hard, and fast. The sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her and the sweet slickness of her fluids coating him drove him wild. His cock thickened with each thrust. By the gods, he loved how his shaft felt as it deliciously scraped against the muscles of her sex. Deanna’s pants and moans became the fuel which propelled him on—harder and harder—until her cries became louder and she fell apart in his arms. With every twitch of her sex against him, he followed her, the guttural cry of his orgasm lost against the softness of her neck.
Their laboured breathing and the hum of their afterglow filled the elevator. Reluctantly, Roarke removed his cock from her wet heat. Kneeling down, he kissed her, pleasuring her until she came again.
Half an hour later, they walked into the foyer, meticulously dressed.
About the Author
Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.
Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.
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