Gruah knew she was destined for greatness from a young age from seeing her destiny after touching the Stone of Scone.  However, Scotland is treacherous and after watching her mother murdered, Gruah escapes to the forest and is taken care of by outcasts, Hecate and her daughters.  Gruah and Hecate practice the old ways of Cailleach.  The Goddess keeps a flame burning in Gruah.  When Gruah is married off by her father to Gille Comgain, Gruah knows that she must find a way to be with her true love, Macbeth in order to fulfill her destiny.  Through brute force, manipulation and violence, Gruah claims what is hers, but at a price.

History and literature combine to tell the tale of a woman who helped to shape Scotland's history and later become immortalized through Shakespeare's work.  Through DK Marley's writing, the life of 11th century Gruah comes to life.  Gruah's character is strong and unbending, stopping at nothing to fulfill her destiny that will end with her enemies dead and her and her true love as King and Queen of Scotland.  However, Gruah is so filled with vengeance that her destiny will come with a high cost.  Gruah's path seemed like such a slippery slope where one death only causes more death.  In this sense, the realities of 11th century Scotland are brought to life.  With every decision Gruah made, I kept waiting for her to learn her lesson and finally reach contentment and peacefulness, this is a long journey for Gruah.  I enjoyed the continued theme of a woman's will guiding the men of Scotland who believed that they held control.  From Gruah to her unassuming cousin Donella to the 'witches' Hecate and her daughters, it was their will that drove the actions of others.  


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Out of the frying pan, into the damn inferno! 

Who is the white eye guy? How can Jake Winter save the city of Coldharbour from its curse? So many questions, yet still no answers. And then there is the whole complication with Dean…

Evil is rising…

Lilisian, the beast Supreme, is free. Worst luck! Jake Winter and his friends are desperate to stop her, but she hasn’t been seen since her last brief appearance. All over the city ritual sacrifices are taking place, praising her name, her followers waiting for her to fully rise to her true power.

The clock is ticking…

Jake has to kill Lilisian. There’s no two ways about it. If she is restored to her deadly glory, she’ll be a threat like no other beast he has faced yet. But life is always far from easy. Lilisian has a pet that she has just let off the leash…

When a dragon takes to the skies of Coldharbour, Jake will need to summon all his strength before everything he is trying to protect goes down in flames…

A dark urban fantasy tale with kick-ass action and slow-burn m/m romance.

 

 

 

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Winter Fire by Richard Amos

Series: Coldharbour Chronicles Book Three

Genre: Adult, Urban Fantasy, M/M Romance

Publisher: Independent

Publication Date: December 7, 2018

 

 

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“What the hell was that?” I yelped.

 

“My fucking car!” Greg boomed.

 

Yeah, maybe he should start using old bangers for patrols.

 

A deep keening came from the dark road, my sparks spitting in reaction to the horrible, mournful sound. Through the messed-up windscreen, I could see something pale moving in the dark.

 

I opened my door, my friends doing the same.

 

“Okay,” Nay drawled. “This is a new one.”

 

The first thing I noticed about the white creature was the pear shape of its body—small head and upper region, a swollen lower region. Its arms were tiny, like a T-Rex, and the paleness of its skin was as white as freshly fallen snow.

 

The creature howled in despair.

 

The second thing I noticed, which I couldn’t quite believe, were the coal eyes, the carrot nose, and the black blobs down its front in a straight line that looked like buttons.

 

“I’m asleep, right?” I said.

 

“That can’t be a carrot,” Greg added.

 

What differentiated this beast from being a cute snowman on the front lawn was the wide mouth that almost split its small head in half. There were no lips, just lines of black and rows of black shards ready to rip flesh from bone.

 

And it had legs—two kangaroo-looking pins.

 

I sighed. “I’m so not in the bloody mood for this.”

 

Nay had her phone up, quickly scanning the beast into the app she’d created regarding beast knowledge.

 

The beast whined, taking some steps back.

 

I approached.

 

“Careful,” Greg said, jutting a muscular arm out to halt me. “Don’t ever get sucked into the scaredy-cat crap, mate.”

 

There were no amber ribbons of light to see around the snowman—an indication of beast fear to my eyes.

 

Another howl of sorrow.

 

“That’s not snow,” Dean said. “Can you smell that?”

 

“What?” I wondered.

 

“Lilies.”

 

I sniffed deep. There, on the cold air, I could smell the sweet scent of funeral homes. “I hate lilies.”

 

“Me too.”

 

The snowman howled once more and pounced. Bloody hell! It went high on those bouncy legs. It came crashing down on the Mercedes, caving in the roof.

 

Greg roared and threw himself at the snowman. His fist met solidity, the side of the beast cracking ever so slightly under the power of his punch. With swiftness I wasn’t expecting, the beast kicked Greg in the chest and sent him sprawling on the asphalt.

 

It leapt into the air, aiming its body right for me. Crap. I rolled in time to avoid the crushing of my bones.

 

Nay threw a potion vial. It exploded into a green fire, spiraling around the freaky creature, but failing to do anything. The snowman jumped into a dropkick. Nay was quick to avoid a hit … just.

 

Greg was fuming, thankfully unhurt for now. He’d feel it when the rage cooled down.

“Get on Dean’s shoulders!” Nay called.

 

“What?”

 

Dean’s head was between my legs, and I was lifted into the air. He held me by the thighs, and my dick throbbed inappropriately at the firmness of his grip.

 

The snowman was bouncing after Greg, who was calling it every name under the sun as he swung punches and avoided getting kicked again.

 

Nay ran to me and Dean. “Ready?”

 

I swallowed. “For what?”

 

“Dean’s gonna throw you.”

 

“I am?” Dean said.

 

“I thought we were on the same page seeing you’re between his legs.”

 

I blushed.

 

“Didn’t want to debate it,” Dean replied. “I just did it.”

 

God! Could he feel my boner on the back of his head? I wanted to get down.

 

You mean go down!

 

Stupid inner voice! This was not the time for this bollocks.

 

“Throw him, and I’ll aim him for the head,” Nay said.

 

“Oh, my God!”

 

Dean squeezed my thighs a little tighter.

 

“I’ve got a spell that should work.”

 

Greg got in a nice smack to the beast’s solid belly, a fracture line appearing across the white. The snowman howled and bounced away some feet, hopping from foot to foot once it was back on the ground.

 

“Should?” Dean said.

 

“We have one shot at this,” Nay answered. “While Greg’s pissing it off.”

 

Oh, shit.

 

“You ready, Jake?” Dean asked.

 

No. “Y-yes.”

 

“Get those hands ready,” Nay said. “You’re gonna have to work fast.”

 

“If I miss?”

 

“Don’t.”

 

Dean straightened and started to walk toward the beast.

 

“You fuck with my car, I fuck you up!” Greg roared. “Come on! Let’s be having ya!”

 

“In three,” Nay said, “charge and throw.”

 

Bloody hell! My lips were dry, my stomach doing loops. I could barely hear her counting or feel the speed of Dean’s charge.

 

Before I could blink, I was flying through the air at the snowman beast made of marble, magic tickling at my belly from Nay’s spell. If I missed, I’d smash my teeth out, break my nose and basically be a mess on the floor and then be kicked away or stomped on, a mushy mess of—

 

My hands were on the snowman’s head. Another part of me, the non-neurotic quarter—a.k.a. wannabe bad-arse—had taken over.

 

The terrible keening rang in my ears before the silence engulfed me in the place of beast essence.

 

Killing touch delivered, I enjoyed the sensation of feeding and did my best to hide the raging boner in my jeans. What with Dean having been in close proximity, and the fact that killing beasts made me inexplicably horny, it was straining to escape the confines of denim.

 

You can stay where you bloody well are! I told it.

 

Once my composure was restored to a degree of normality, I took in the scene. Greg’s car was completely written off. No way were we going home in the comfy, new Mercedes.

 

Greg was raging. He ripped off a wing mirror and smashed it on the road, proceeding to do the same to the other one.

 

“Thanks, Karla,” Nay said into her phone and hung up. “Mr. Douglas is coming to pick us up.”

 

“Motherfuckingbullshithellbollocks!” Greg boomed.

 

“Nice work, you two,” Nay said.

 

I didn’t realize Dean was standing next to me. I turned to look at him to find he was staring right at me.

 

I offered him a smile, and he averted his gaze.

 

My shoulders sagged. A good old curl-up under the duvet, with the world being shut away, was just what I needed.

 

And a cold shower.

 

 

 

 

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RICHARD AMOS is an author from England who is constantly lost in the worlds he writes about, and the ones in the queue yet to be written. He also has more books in his house than anything else, and is never without a book (and chocolate) in his hands when he’s not writing. He’s a proud nerd who loves to dance. Hard. Richard writes kick-ass Urban Fantasy with gay male protagonists, all with good doses of action, adventure and m/m romance. He also writes High Fantasy.

 

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It's not often that a historical romance tempts me to read it. They haven't been the top of my preferred genre list in many years. Once upon a time, I couldn't get enough of them, especially ones dealing with American Indians during the 1700's. I was endlessly fascinated by the many different and varied indian tribes and cultures there were. And while I know that the authors had to have taken some creative license, most were well researched and informative, as well as being entertaining. Just as this one turned out to be.

One of the popular troupes is the white & native american who find love and must find a place that they can both be accepted as couple. Whether it's an indian village or a white town. It's the whole opposites attracting thing. This took that, but put a twist on it. We have the white woman, raised as native american, who falls for a white man. Think Dances with Wolves, but instead of discovering each other in her world, they are in his.

Some of the things that I liked about this story was the realism. Life was hard and that's portrayed in the details. I do think Zara was a little too good to be true. I would have liked to have seen her with a bit more negative to her personality. I know that sounds odd, but this girl went through a lot and is just a bit too accepting of her fate. I guess I wanted her to rail about it some. I know I would have. Overall, this was a good read, especially if you have a thing for the early american historical romance genre. I gave it 3 stars.

Winter Fire - Lizzy Ford *SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*What?! Holy mother of cliffhangers!DAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN. How the hell is it possible for each book to get more and more intense in this series? I have absolutely fallen for this series and for Lizzy Ford's writing. Stayed up last night doing the wholething while reading this series. I'm late on this review. I was gifted an ARC from the author and I'm so wickedly incredibly late. I've gone through Summer's first trial, which she passed, to her breaking the laws in grief, and dying. To Autumn's trial. To Decker's ruin and salvation. To Beck's trials with that evil bitch, Dawn. And now...there's Morgan & Beck and oh, how I cannot wait to see how it ends. I was in disbelief that my kindle wouldn't turn any more pages. I've been glued to my kindle for a day just losing myself in the world of The Witchling series. The characters kinda leap off the page and grab you by the throat and you can't help but to pay attention. Watching the relationship unfold, the hints about Morgan's torturous last four years, watching Beck discover what love is, watching Dawn just become more and more evil...what a ride!And then the ending? I'm glad I was reading on a bed at the time as I dropped my kindle and looked remarkably like Ewan MacGregor below. Oh boy, Ms. Ford, when is the next one out? I got my one-click finger hovering and ready!

Boy meets girl. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy is a Norse god. As you can expect, things heat up between Bren and Jenna, climaxing with the Loki incident. Loki comes down from Asgard to bring Bren back home so that the ancient cycle concerning the end/rebirth of the world can continue.

Ill start by saying I loved the writing style, Dubay has an art for fiction and I can't wait until she hones this skill in character development. I enjoyed the humor, witty banter and the characters of Skye an Bren. I felt emotions from the book which is rare: I felt sorrow for Loki, and adored Fenrir.

The story progresses realistically, Jenna's mother is a perfect hook for reality, and the lore is thought provoking.

That said....

I hated Jenna, she was selfish, shallow and not very intelligent. She didnt piece together Loki's plan, and didnt understand when she was warned about Bren's womanizing ways.
"He's always with a girl, but never the same one twice, do you understand?" I didn't understand. "Yes"
Duh. Even a 12 year old would understand the implication.

Jenna constantly behaves irrationally. Loki is here to hurt you and you stress about goin home to mom? You then sneak out at night and think your mother doesn't notice? She constantly behaves as if she's a child and not a 17 year old who should have some sort of brain and independence.