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Monday, 7 August 2017

Author Spotlight; Casper Graham


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Title: Moving On (M/M)
Author: Casper Graham
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Cover Artist: Harris Channing
Genre: Contemporary Romance


[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]

Blurb:
Raymond Bolton thinks he’s about to get a marriage proposal from Ian McCain during their four year anniversary dinner at the restaurant where they had their first date. Instead, Ian breaks up with him after telling him that the hidden ring is meant for some other guy that Ian has been seeing behind his back for the past year.

Heartbroken and desperate, he tries to get Jake Tanner, his childhood best friend, to whip his body back into shape, thinking that he may be able to win Ian back. As they spend even more time together, his long-buried infatuation for his best friend comes rushing back to the surface. It doesn’t help that Jake is constantly touching and hugging him.

Out of the blue, Ian seeks him out and talks about getting back together.   Does he still have feelings for Ian? Or can he move on and venture into a new relationship with Jake instead?


*Notes:
1. Friends-to-Lovers
2. Mentions of Infidelity & Homophobia



Excerpt:
“Raymond! Jake!”

He jumped a little and turned around before grimacing openly. Ian was standing about one foot away from their table with a strange man. Judging by the man’s possessive arm around Ian’s waist, however, it didn’t take a freaking genius to guess that this must be Ian’s fiancé. He schooled his expression in a hurry and tried to smile through the heartache. Maybe he was still in love with Ian after all. All the weird feelings for Jake that resurfaced recently might only be an illusion. He was probably just lonely, and Jake was so sweet and lovely toward him. It might simply be a rebound feeling in his current state of vulnerability.

“Hi, Ian. How are you?” he greeted, proud that he managed to keep his voice sounding even and casual.

“Oh, life has been awesome,” Ian answered flippantly before gesturing at the man next to him. “This is Nathan Cooper, my fiancé.”

His heart clenched painfully upon hearing it, but he continued to smile and offered his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Nathan. Congratulations to both of you on your engagement.”

It would have made it easier for him to hate Nathan if the guy had been a rude bastard. Unfortunately, Ian’s fiancé turned out to be a polite and friendly man, who quickly shook his hand before doing the same with Jake. It was much worse to witness the lovesick gazes exchanged between Ian and Nathan as they thanked him for the congratulatory remark, and he balled his fists tightly on either side of his jeans. He even grabbed his pants once or twice because he could feel his hands trembling a little as he attempted to get his feelings under control. Most importantly, he tried to maintain a smile, unwilling to let Ian see how much he was hurting right at that moment. It was horrible enough that his ex-boyfriend had cheated on him and then dumped him before immediately proposing to the guy he was having an affair with. He wasn’t going to let Ian see him shed tears over their failed relationship because that would just complete his utter humiliation.

“Jake is my best friend,” he explained to Nathan as calmly as he could manage to.

“Great. It’s really nice to meet you both.”

“By the way, Ray, I forgot to contact you about the unexpected deposit in my bank account. What’s the money for?” Ian asked him.

“Oh, that’s…that’s half of the deposit for our…I mean, the previous apartment,” he corrected himself in a hurry. “I decided to move out before the end of the lease and stay with Jake instead, but I paid the management in full to cover the rental until the end of the contract.”

“That’s great. It’s good that I’ve taken all of my stuff before you move out then. Everything works out fine for both of us.”

“Yeah, that’s…that’s right. Easier for me to pack up, too,” he answered, trying his best to stop the tears from flowing.

He couldn’t believe that he apparently still had leftover feelings for this cheating asshole, but the phantom pain coursing through his entire body was proof enough that he had not gotten over his ex-boyfriend at all.

“Anyway, Nathan and I have to leave. It’s Saturday, and we have plans for tonight.”

“Right, right. Of course. Nice to see you again, Ian. You, too, Nathan.”

Jake only waved good-bye at the other two men. He could tell from Jake’s tightening jaw that his best friend was furious on his behalf. He heaved out a sigh of relief when Ian and Nathan exited the bakery together. He watched their backs for a few seconds longer before sitting down quietly.

“What a fucking insensitive asshole,” Jake spat out, obviously angry.

He shook his head at his best friend. “Thanks, Jake, but I’m okay.”

“Ian shouldn’t have flaunted his new—”

“Jake, please,” he mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed now. “Can we just forget about it?”

Jake eyed him uncertainly for a second or two before nodding at him in understanding.
“Sorry. Should we leave now?”

“No, I’ll be fine.”

“Ray—”

“I’m all right, Jake,” he assured his best friend and sniffled a little.

“Okay.”

The two of them sat in silence for the next few minutes. He ate all the cupcakes in a hurry, doing his best to ignore his aching heart. When he was done, he took big gulps of his smoothie before leaning back against the chair and staring at his trembling hands on his laps. Jake only ordered a slice of rose apple pie and a cup of green tea, but the man wasn’t even done with half of the slice of pie.

“Not hungry?” he inquired, trying to fill in the weird extended silence between them.

“Do you want it?” Jake countered and pushed the pie toward him.

He shook his head. “No, thanks, Jake. I’m full.”

“Ray, should I drop you off at home before—”

“No, I’m going with you to the restaurant. I can help you out tonight. No problem at all. I just want to stay busy. It gets my mind off…things, you know?”
“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

They didn’t talk at all while Jake finished off the remainder of the pie and his cup of green tea. The tense silence stretched on between them. Neither of them uttered a single word as they made their way out of the bakery toward the car. In fact, they didn’t communicate verbally with each other all the way to the restaurant. However, Jake reached out and grabbed one of his hands in a silent gesture of support and understanding. He appreciated what Jake did at the moment, but he couldn’t say it out loud. Instead, he turned his head away from his best friend and gazed out through the window at the passing scenery as he cried quietly.


Friday, 7 July 2017

The Unrequited Trilogy - Amara Lebel


In this contemporary ManLove romance two very different men find their lives colliding in a whirlwind of unfamiliar emotions. Follow Tristan Bailey and Joshua Malone as they fight their inner demons to overcome the obstacles which stand in the way of a coveted love. 




Book One Blurb:
Tristan Bailey is a man who never takes no for an answer in anything he does or wants. Life treats him good as the CEO of his own airline, and one of New York's finest bachelors. Men and women alike fall at his feet, the world opens to him without complaint. There isn't much he desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua, that is.

Death has become a living nightmare for Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past riveted with pain and destruction follows him and forces him to make life decisions he would rather not. Josh never wanted to be reminded of the heartache that loving someone could bring, but he finds himself struggling to deny Tristan's advances.

Two different worlds collide in a heated meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner fears of one be laid to rest by the newfound love for the other, or will they both be denied?



Story Excerpt:
     Tristan hated these goddamn fucking social events. So much so that he hadn't even bothered to ask what this one was in aid of. It was bad enough that he had to organize the damn thing never mind attend it. Why he even had to was beyond him. He was only the CEO of Bailey Airline after all, no one of great importance. Taking a deep breath he put on his happy facade, huge shit-eating grin in place, and finally allowed his introduction to be made. Head held high, Tristan Bailey descended the grand staircase into the ballroom below, every pair of eyes in the room on him. All he had to do was welcome everyone and praise the charity. Then he could leave.

     As he stepped up onto the podium the crowd cheered. Lights flashed wildly as the photographers called out his name, vying for attention. Giving them what they wanted, Tristan kept the fake smile securely in place. He preened some for their enjoyment and winked at the cougars in attendance in order to curry their favors. Fuck, he hated that whorish behavior, yet it was expected of him. Finally getting serious, he addressed the room. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honor to have you all here tonight on this special occasion. I do so hope you are ready to spend a ridiculous amount of money. After all, it is for a good cause." Tristan grinned wider as everyone clapped.

     As the sound of his assistants sweet voice came over his earpiece Tristan smiled fondly. "Okay, Mr. Bailey, repeat after me." The girl was a life-saver. His rock.

     "When I was asked to host this fundraising event tonight I jumped at the chance. I mean, who wouldn't want to participate and help out such an amazing cause?" As the crowd erupted in another round of cheers, Tristan gripped the ledge on the podium stand. "The AWAN Project was founded in order to raise awareness and empower wounded warriors. Veterans of wars past. Men and women who have risked their lives in order to save millions. Without their aid we may very well be living in a different world right now." Tristan straightened his spine before inclining his head in the direction of Mr. Thompson, a veteran of the Vietnam war. "I think it is about time we recognized this, and in turn do whatever we can in order to repay their kindness. Their sacrifices. No matter how small." Somewhere toward the back of the room someone whistled and clapped. "Hopefully tonight's auction will raise enough money to help those men and women who need it. Don't be shy now, ladies and gentlemen. It is for a great cause after all."

     With another of his world-famous grins Tristan winked at one of the female reporters before stepping down from the podium. Such fickle people, fawning and swooning over his money. None of them were truly interested in the man he was, or the real  reasons for this function in the first place. It was all about the size of a person's bank account, nothing more, and it was the main reason he hated doing these damn events. With a sigh, Tristan tucked his left hand into his pants pocket and made his way across the room to the bar, avoiding all conversation. He only needed to spend a half hour at the most pretending to be interested, then he could leave.

     Rapping the top of the bar, he called for the barman's attention. "JD and coke please, and make it a double." Nodding once the barman went to retrieve the drink, returning quickly with the amber liquid and cold coke from the fridge. Thanking the younger man,  Tristan walked away from the bar and found a quiet table to sit down at. Thirty minutes and then he could leave again. That was it, thirty minutes, his support would be given and witnessed by all. Glancing around the room his eyes began to roam the crowd of people in attendance. He smiled and nodded when appropriate, praying that no-one would come to speak to him. He hated this. Still lacking interest he surveyed the main entrance of the room, and when Tristan's eyes landed on the tall blond standing by the staircase his heart stopped. One word came to mind. Mine. A sudden unfamiliar surge of possession wrecked his body, leaving him shaken. He had to introduce himself. He needed to know who that was. Rising from his seat, he quickly made his way toward the beautiful blond.

     "Yo, Bailey! How goes it, my man?"

     At the sound of his cousin's voice Tristan stilled momentarily. He loved his cousin, he truly did, but the guy had a habit of getting him into trouble. The one and only reason he tended to avoid him. "Callum, how are you, cousin? It's been a while."

     With a snort the slightly shorter, dark-haired man replied. "You're telling me. Two fucking years now. If I didn't know how much of a damn weirdo you are I would think you were avoiding my ass." Walking over, Callum grabbed him up in a big bear hug. The guy was huge, and freakishly strong, always had been. With a laugh, Tristan smacked him on the arm, growling to be released as the hired photographers for the nights fundraising event started snapping pictures. It wasn't as if people didn't know who the man embracing him was. They knew every goddamn detail of Tristan's life. He just preferred to keep some things private.

     "Let me go, asshat. This will be all over the damn internet tomorrow." Smirking, Tristan nudged his cousin in the back. Callum dropped him with a laugh, causing Tristan to lose his footing. The grin on the other man's face said he'd done it on purpose. The fucker. Tristan glared as he smoothed his jacket back into place before turning in the direction of the staircase, cursing at the realization that he had lost the blond.

©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.


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Book Two Blurb:
Following the difficult trials leading to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua thought things would get easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and made a vow to never allow them to control their lives again.

Now a whole new kind of complication has arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A sexy complication in the form of Logan Mclean.

Lust, lies and emotions run rampant as the Scottish businessman wedges himself between the lovers. Have Tristan and Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their pasts to rest, or will they allow another’s desires to ruin everything? For in this ever growing world of emotion, one step can lead to either complete happiness, or an ultimate betrayal.



Story Excerpt:
     It had been over two weeks since Tristan Bailey had flown down to Ohio to retrieve his man. A fortnight spent in his arms, naked and sweating. Joshua was insatiable. He left Tristan weak and breathless each and every time they had sex. The man knew how to make him beg, groan and cry out in pleasure. Joshua Malone was a demon, his wicked mouth, talented hands, and beautiful cock all used to fry Tristan’s brain cells and turn him into a needy puddle of lust. Damn, the things that man had done to him. Half of it should be illegal, yet Tristan could not get enough! Joshua was an addiction.

     Why, just this morning the sexy bastard had introduced him to his brand-new favorite game, “Dirty Would-You-Rather.” Who knew that depraving a childhood game could be so much fun? Each question asked had led to some serious admissions of dark fantasies, which led to hot and heavy fondling, which eventually led to a few rounds of who-can-fuck-the-hardest! Tristan groaned internally at the memory of Joshua bent over the edge of the bed, pert ass in the air as he fisted the lush rug, desperately trying to keep himself steady as Tristan fucked that gorgeously tight ass of his.

     “Mr. Bailey?” Skye’s sugary voice pulled him from his sordid thoughts. The expression on her beautiful face telling him she was not amused. “What do you think about Mr. Mclean’s proposal?” She motioned across the table with her eyes, the threat of a slow death in them obvious. What was she so annoyed about?

     With a frown, Tristan turned back toward the man in question. He was staring at him with an amused glint in his eyes. “Are ye back with us, Tristan?” The rough Scottish brogue went straight to his groin, stirring emotions in him that Tristan easily ignored. The guy was good-looking. Tall, dark and mysterious with wavy chestnut hair and green eyes. He had broad shoulders and a tight body which was emphasized by the cut of his grey suit, the wry smirk on his luscious lips alluring. Normally Tristan would have been all about seducing the gorgeous Scot, but now that he had Joshua, all else paled in comparison. Joshua owned him, body and soul, and Tristan would never do anything to jeopardize that, so Logan’s sex appeal dropped from a ten to non-existent.

     “Forgive me. I think I returned to work too soon following my accident.” Rubbing the nape of his neck Tristan glanced from Logan to Skye, offering the latter an apologetic smile. Damn, he really needed to get his head in the game. How many more times today did he have to space out before his lovely assistant slapped him, hard? Glancing at Mclean, he smirked arrogantly. “Do you mind if we reschedule?” Skye rolled her eyes knowingly, but nodded as she began to pack away her notes.

     Logan, however, looked less pleased. “Ye know I’ve tae be back home in two days’ time. After that, you’d be coming tae Arran tae see me.” He arched one dark brow, his thickly-lashed eyes never leaving Tristan’s face as he waited on a reply.

     Fucking hell, he forgot all about Logan’s time restraint on this business trip. The man told them repeatedly that the deal would need to be carried out quickly, as he needed to return home as soon as possible. Asking him to remain another day was rude, but Tristan couldn’t seem to make himself care. He was selfish where Joshua was concerned, and as a businessman, Logan should be used to these kinds of delays.

     “How about the same time tomorrow? I promise to have you at the airport on time.” Tristan prayed the Scot would agree, for there was no way in hell he was going to leave Joshua’s side for any length of time to go to Arran. Just being at the fucking office was murder.

     Logan eyed him for a long, uncomfortable minute, those murky green eyes scanned his face for something, but Tristan didn’t know what. “Will the celebratory meal continue as planned tonight?”

     Tristan nodded once. He had totally forgotten about that damn meal. There would be no delaying that, so hopefully Joshua would be free to attend with him.

     “Okay, same time tomorrow, then. You’d better be here and ready tae do this, Bailey. See you later tonight.” Without another word, he stood and walked from the room, his silent assistant tight on his heels.

     Heaving a sigh, Tristan sank back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. What was wrong with him? There was nothing stopping them from signing the contracts now. Except his libido, that is.

    “Logan, wait!”

     But it was too late, the doors had closed and the two men were boarding the elevator. “Fuck’s sake! What is wrong with me?” Groaning, Tristan collapsed back into his chair. He was just waiting on Skye to give him an earful, but it didn’t come. Prying one eye open cautiously, he chanced her wrath. Yet, instead of the harpy he feared seeing, he found himself frowning at the smile curving her black-painted lips. “Ah, to be in love. How does it feel, boss man?”

     Tristan closed his eyes again, ignoring her and earning a smack to the forehead. “Hey! That’s classed as abuse in the workplace. A sackable offense, I may add, Miss Thompson,” he drawled as he fixed his eyes on his assistant. It didn’t faze her in the slightest, however.

     “What-to-the-ever, old man, now spill. Tell me all about your sexy soldier.” Tristan chuckled at her outburst as he sat up straighter, a fond smile curving his lips as thoughts of his Joshua drifted through his mind. “Where to start?”

©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.


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Book Three Blurb:
Several months have passed since Tristan and Joshua's relationship was pushed to its limit, in the worst of ways, yet they've managed to overcome the lies and deceit. Their relationship is now stronger than it’s ever been, however, a single phone call may be about to change all of that. As Tristan discovers something that could irrevocably destroy everything they have built, Joshua has a life altering decision to make.

In this final installment of the Unrequited Trilogy, Tristan and Joshua’s relationship is faced with yet another complication, neither of them could have ever seen coming. With the arrival of a new man in Tristan’s life, will Joshua make his lover’s fear a reality, or will he prove that their love is indeed destined?



Story Excerpt:
     “To think you’d do something like that for a man shocks me. Damn, no matter how nice I asked in the past, you always told me to fuck off and deal with it. Don’t tell me our little Skye is in love?”

     Skye blushed furiously as she jumped up out of her seat. “Your schedule is pretty empty today, boss man. I suggest we eat lunch in and go over some of those quarterly repair reports. The annual report is due soon.”

     “Okay, I’ll give you the topic change, but just this once.” With a smirk, he grabbed his cell phone off of the pile of papers he had been working on. “Good idea on lunch. I’ll message Joshua and see if he wants to join us. I’m sure he’ll be itching to hear all about Mr. Indie-author Carson.”

     Skye gasped playfully. “Shit, I can see it now. The Spanish Inquisition will have nothing on Josh. He keeps warning me about payback.” Smiling softly, she turned back toward the door. “I’ll go get the reports and some menus. You call Hottie, and no carrying stories while my back is turned, or else!”

     Tristan hit speed dial on his cell as he watched Skye flounce from the room. He’d have sworn he seen sparkles and butterflies floating around her head a few seconds ago. She was that high on love. A scary image indeed. Chuckling, Tristan turned in his seat to glance out of the large windows lining one side of his office. It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, illuminating the newly planted flowerbeds below. He loved this time of year and enjoyed watching the trees grow lush and green as colorful blossoms lined their thick trunks.

     “Hello, handsome. What can I do for you?” Tristan smiled at the sound of his man’s voice. He loved that southern accent. Husky and deep. Alluring. “Tristan?”

     “Oh, um, sorry, baby. I got lost in one of those Joshua daydreams.” Joshua laughed out loud, and the sound delighted Tristan. “Are you free for lunch today? Skye is in schoolmistress mode and is making me play catch-up with my reports. We’re eating in. Join us, please.”

     “I’d love to. I’m free until two, and then I have a shopping date with Cal. He’s being all top secret about the location, so I’ve no idea what’s going on. He also mentioned something about a ring. Damn, I should never have asked him out.”

     Tristan frowned as he continued to listen to his man talk. It wouldn’t be unusual for Callum to want to go ring shopping for Kari. Their two-year anniversary was drawing near after all. Speaking of which, his and Joshua’s one-year anniversary wasn’t that far away either. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time dealing with him, baby. Just stop by the office any time. Can’t wait to see you.”

   “Will do, handsome. Be there soon. I love you.”

     Tristan smiled as those sweet words resonated within him. He loved hearing them whispered from his lover’s lips.

   “I love you too. See you soon.”

     Without another word, Tristan disconnected the call just as Skye came marching back through the double doors of his office. “Now then, let’s do this, boss man!”

     Twenty minutes, and a shitload of paperwork, later, Joshua strolled through Tristan’s office door, a beautiful smile in place.

   “Hello, you sexy fuckers, where are my kisses?”

     Skye squealed in delight, pretending to faint in a total fangirl move as Joshua swooped in to lay a chaste kiss on her lips.

     “Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about.” With that lopsided grin of his, Joshua then moved around the huge leather chair Skye was laying in to make his way toward Tristan. “Now it’s your turn, handsome.”

     Tristan arched a brow, feigning indifference as he watched his man with rapt eyes. He loved this playful side of him. It got him hotter than when Joshua went caveman on his ass. “I have no idea what you mean, sir, but you will not find any kisses here.” The mischievously hot expression that crossed his lover’s features just screamed that Joshua would get his kiss, and more. Yet before he could voice as much, he was attacked from behind.

     “I’ll take his kiss. Forget him. Gimme!” Skye pounced on Joshua, making all three of them laugh, just as there was a sharp knock at the door. “Shit! Saved by the lunch bell, Mr. Malone. For now.”

     As Skye skipped off to sort lunch, Joshua turned back to him, brows frowned. “So, what’s going on with our girl? I never thought I’d see the day when she lost all that doom and gloom makeup of hers.” Her unladylike grunt indicated that she’d heard what was being said, but it didn’t deter Joshua. “She is a looker, not that she wasn’t always, but damn. I’m going to get in trouble one of these days. I just know it.”

     Skye glanced over her shoulder from her spot at the table, a questioning look in her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

     Joshua grunted at her in return, twining his fingers through Tristan’s as he headed toward the table his assistant was laying out for them. “It means if anyone so much as looks at you funny I will have to spank them. Hard.”

     When Skye only rolled her eyes, Tristan had to fight off a chuckle. Joshua was being serious. He thought of the girl as a sister, and if anyone hurt her, then they would surely feel Joshua’s wrath. Feeling the need to reassure his man, Tristan wrapped an arm about Joshua’s waist, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

     “It’s okay, baby. We’ve had this discussion already. I’ve got the guy’s name and number. If there is anything off about him, then we’ll be able to deal with it quickly and save our girl’s virtue.”

     This time Skye was the one to laugh. “Virtue? Sure, guys, you have fun trying to find that shit, never mind saving it. Now, enough about my love life. Food is ready.”

     Taking a seat, Tristan glanced at the buffet laid out before him. It looked more like a wedding brunch menu than something three friends would enjoy on any other normal day of the week. The table was covered with a sheet of crisp white linen, and the centerpiece was made up of the most beautiful yellow sunflowers he had seen so far this season. There was a selection of hors d’œuvres, from crab and avocado toast to glazed salmon, smoked shrimp, and warm olives. All of which were a mix of his and Joshua’s favorites. These were accompanied with a selection of fresh sandwiches, stuffed potato skins, pasta, soups, and sliced vegetables for dipping. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket next to a glass bottle of orange juice and several other bottled sodas. And a Meissen porcelain teapot was steaming next to a tray full of pastries, cupcakes, and fresh fruit. As usual, Skye had outdone herself.

   “Bon appétit, mes coeurs.”

     Joshua growled low in Skye’s direction, putting on his best French accent as he began to tease her once more. Their combined laughter was music to Tristan’s ears. Taking a plate each, they tucked into one the best lunches Tristan had had in a long time. There was a lot to be said for spending time with your loved ones.

©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2015.


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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Review: Wicked Abyss by Kresley Cole


This fairy tale doesn’t end with a kiss… 

The terrifying king of hell...
As a boy, Abyssian “Sian” Infernas had his heart shattered by a treacherous fey beauty who died before he could exact vengeance. Millennia later, a curse has transformed him into a demonic monster—just as she’s been reincarnated. Sian captures the delicate but bold female, forcing her back to hell.

Meets his match... 
Princess Calliope “Lila” Barbot’s people have hated and feared Abyssian and his alliance of monsters for aeons. When the beastly demon imprisons her in his mystical castle, vowing revenge for betrayals she can’t remember, Lila makes her own vow: to bring down the wicked beast for good.

Can two adversaries share one happily-ever-after?
As Calliope turns hell inside out, the all-powerful Sian finds himself defenseless against his feelings for her. In turn, Lila reluctantly responds to the beast’s cleverness and gruff vulnerability. But when truths from a far distant past are revealed, can their tenuous bond withstand ages of deceit, a curse, and a looming supernatural war?


Rating - 3 Stars


Review:
I am a huge fan of this series, and I love that it is being extended and new characters are being added. I never want it to end. There's nothing worse than when that happens. . .

In this instalment we meet Sian and his fated Queen Lila. I have to admit, it took me a while to get into this, which has never happened before with one of Cole's books. It was all very Beauty & the Beast. And as much as I love that tale, I didn't want to see it in my adult-time reads. Regardless, once the story got going, I couldn't put the book down. As with all the other books there is loads of action, steamy encounters, and sassy/sexy characters. I ended up really liking these two, and Lila is one bad ass fey.

I look forward to seeing more of them in the future. . . I really wanna know what in the hell Nix is up to!