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review 2018-09-17 06:44
Stop at Nothing by Kate SeRine
Stop at Nothing - Kate SeRine

Kyle Dawson has spent almost his entire life defying authority, thanks to his family legacy in law enforcement and his deep resentment of his father, an almost legend in the field. That's why he went into the FBI instead of becoming one of his father's deputies, like his three older brothers did. And the job also served him well in order to leave Indiana behind to avoid his family, but mostly to try to forget the woman who broke his heart three years ago.

Unfortunately, his defiance of authority comes back to bite him in the ass, when he's reassigned from New Orleans, without finishing a big drug-trafficking case, back to Indiana and very close to home. And then Abby, the heart-breaker, ends up in danger thanks to her uncovering some shady dealings involving her brother-in-law and...Human trafficking. It might be a coincidence, but Kyle seriously doubts it...And in the end, both he and Abby will learn it's impossible to run away from the past, and family ties are too strong to be severed, no matter what.


I really enjoyed this book, heck, I loved it to pieces most of the time.

Most of all, I loved the dynamics in the Dawson family; the four brothers and their taciturn, austere father were so similar in some aspects, but so utterly different in others. I loved how, despite their differences and disputes, they came together in the end when one of them needed help, and I loved how they ironed over those differences and disputes in a very manly way. I'm looking forward to what the next story brings in the Dawson family department (and I really hope Ms SeRine decides to write the older brother's and father's stories as well; they both deserve a second chance at happiness, methinks).

Then there was the suspense aspect of the story, which worked very, very well. It was gripping, intense, and it kept the reader guessing for the better part of the story about who's involved, what might happen next and just how it all will be resolved.
Unfortunately, the author dropped the ball a little with the main villain, since his identity was glaringly obvious from the start, despite the attempts at misdirection.
And I loved the gentlemanly assassin/independent contractor and his helping hand in how the story started to resolve. It was a nice little twist.

And we finally come to the main couple. I liked them both separately and together, and I felt their romance was nicely done and portrayed, although the main "conflict" made very little sense outside the heroine's mind. What I didn't like were the sex scenes. They came across as rather cold and formulaic, even repetitive towards the end. What bothered me the most was the lack of "connection" between the two protagonists while they were bumping uglies. There was no intimacy in the scenes, it was just sex.
There was chemistry and tension there when they were fully clothed or making out, the connection was there even when they were fighting. Yet, once the clothes came off...nothing.
And instead of helping in moving the plot (at least the romantic sub-plot) forward, helping in establishing the connection between the hero and heroine, the sheer amount of the scenes and rather "clinical" execution, only served in stalling the flow of the story. Ugh.

Barring the last part, this was a very good read. Gripping and intense, with wonderful family dynamics and brotherly relationships, a solid suspense arc, and a great cast of characters.

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Blog Tour: Starburst by KAE Galla with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for KAE Galla’s Starburst. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Nova spent years in a world she didn’t belong, never knowing who or what she is. Years of questions and confusion, but the time has come for her to find out who she really is and where she belongs. Does she have a family that misses her? Have they been looking for her all along? Are there others like her? What could possibly have happened to bring her into the human world when she was so young?

The answers to all her questions are out there somewhere, and it’s time she found them. It won’t be easy, it may even be dangerous, but it’ll be worth it. Finding her family is only the first step, from there she will have to piece her life back together as she learns the differences between who she is and who she was meant to be. What will happen when she’s thrown into a world she knows nothing about?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As we continue north, our presence disrupts a cluster of flying insects.  Wings similar to that of a large butterfly, are attached to small ball like bodies, but the truly unique thing about these insects is their coloration.  As they fly in a shifting formation, their wings change colors from green, like the plants they were resting on, to purples and pinks, creating a distorted image of what I think is a bird.  Maybe this is their way of protecting themselves, making them appear larger than they are and less like prey.  The further we go, the more beautiful everything becomes.

“You have such a goofy smile right now, I wish you could see yourself.”  Iris says with a smile herself.

Laughing I say, “I guess I’m glad I didn’t bring a mirror then.”

“You just keep smiling because we are going to have fun while we’re here, and if you’re lucky I might even make you my famous ‘dragon’s breath stew.’”  She says proudly

“Dragon’s breath stew?  Um, no offense Iris but you sound like a stereotypical witch when you say things like that.”  I can’t help but tease her about being a witch.  Over the years it has become kind of a running joke between us, especially since the humans are so oblivious.

“Haha,” she says, rolling her eyes.  “I’ll have you know it’s a family recipe.”

“A family recipe huh?  Well I hope I don’t have any family recipes that sound like it came out of Halloween movie with a green, cauldron stirring, broom flying, children eating…”

“We do NOT eat children! And for the last time, we definitely don’t fly on brooms.”  It’s always fun to get her worked up over the human’s fictional version of her people.

Laughing I say, “But the cauldrons are real?”

She mockingly laughs at our banter.  “At least we know you won’t have to sleep in a coffin, and you won’t need a flea collar.” 

“And I’m totally fine when the full moon comes around.”  I giggle.

All joking seems to leave her system and she’s avoiding eye contact as she watches the ground while she walks.  “So…what stereotype are we dealing with?”

I knew eventually she’d press the issue, but I had grown used to our easy ‘don’t as don’t tell’ kind of relationship where my lineage is concerned. I had deluded myself into believing it wasn’t important.  Part of me has always worried that if she knew that I’m a Seeker, she won’t help me or worse she’d turn me over to the wraith or my keeper.  The rational side of me knows that both fears are entirely unfounded, but in the past, I was unable to conquer that fear.

“Nova, you gotta let me in.  I can’t help if I don’t at least know who we are looking for.”  She tries to hide the slight tremor in her voice as she quietly says, “you can trust me you know?”

She’s right, I know I can trust her and the only thing keeping me from telling her everything, is the fear of putting her in harm’s way.  If only she could understand that I do not mean to hurt her with my silence. Maybe it is time. Taking a deep breath, “Ok…when we make camp, we’ll talk about it.”

 

 

 

 

 
My name is KAE Galla and I've loved writing since before I knew how. I'd sit with my mom and grandma telling them exactly what I wanted my story to be, and they would write it down under misshapen scribbles I tried to pass off as art work. It wasn't until years later that I finally decided to go full throttle with my passion and share it with the world. Now, thanks to the support of my loving family, great friends, and an amazing team, my dream of becoming an author are reality. My heart is in Paranormal Romance, and Romance in general, but I love challenging myself and broadening my horizons so you can bet there is more to come!
 
 
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Blog Tour: Donnan's Rose by J R Salisbury with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for J R Salisbury’s Donnan's Rose. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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As the fourth MacLeod son, Donnan MacLeod does not have to take on the responsibilities his older siblings do. He is free to keep his business private. As a privateer he sails the channel looking for smugglers. Very elite smugglers.

It's not until he returns to Skye for his mother's birthday when Donnan begins to lose control of his life. And it's all because of a woman, the one woman he's loved since childhood. The woman he desires above all others - that is should he ever think of taking a wife.

Rosalind, strong willed and opinionated far more than most, she is determined to find out what it is Donnan is hiding. Never before had they kept things from each other, but Rosalind is convinced he's keeping something huge from her.

Everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Stowing away in the back of Donnan's coach, Rosalind changes their lives forever. The adventure begins...

 

 

 

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“Rosalind, what in the name of God have you done?” he asked. “What are you doing in the back of my carriage?” Rosalind squared her shoulders, trying not to think what a miserable picture she must look. She summoned the lie she had concocted for just this moment. “I could not stay, Donnan. I can be more useful with you than back at the castle alone." His brows drew together. He surveyed her from top to bottom, taking in every inch of her seedy appearance, shaking his head. “Come into the inn with me, Rose. We can speak inside. After you've bathed, of course." He smirked at her, extending his arm. Rosalind took her time bathing. She knew Donnan was angry with her stealing away. She had to make him understand. Finally, she finished and rejoined him in the sitting room of the suite he'd gotten them. A mouthwatering meal graced a table. Her stomach reminded her she hadn't eaten since she was on Skye. "Come and join me," he said as he rose from a chair he sat in. "Thank you." She followed him to the table and sat in a chair he'd pulled out for her. He was not happy. His face told her so. He sat across from her, his eyes intently watching her. "Rose, do you realize what you've done by stowing away in my carriage?" "Of course I do. I'm quite sure Rory is furious with me." Donnan picked up a piece of cheese and broke it in half. "If he doesn't think we planned this to begin with." She shook her head. "I will take full responsibility for my actions." "Not that it will do any good now," he replied briskly. "What would you have me do, Donnan? Sit and wait on you for another year? I'm sure when the time came, you would have an excuse not to come back and accept your duties." "That is exactly what you were suppose to do, Rose! You were suppose to wait for a year," he bellowed. "I would never purposely disobey anything Rory orders of me. Never. He is not only my brother, he's my clan leader. When the year was up, I would have come back for you, Rose. Now you've changed all that. Now we must marry." She said nothing for a moment. She speared a piece of chicken and ate it. If Donnan wasn't so angry with her, she could sit right here and enjoy this plain feast. "Why can't I simply spend the year with you? I can help you, I'm sure. After that, we can return to Skye and marry just like Rory wishes." "Surely you jest. I cannot have you live with me and follow me around for a year like some tap room wench. You're a lady, Rose. Your reputation would be ruined. No, we'll do the proper thing and marry at Gretna Green." "What? When?" "Now. Our journey will begin as soon as we've finished our meal."

 

 

 

 
 
I've always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that creativity...
 
My careers in public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, artist management, modeling and special event planning all elevated my passion for writing, not to mention gave me a treasure trove for story lines.
 
I write women's fiction; contemporary romance (as Jamie Salisbury) and historical romance (as JR Salisbury) which is ever evolving. I am fortunate enough that writing (and marketing of said product(s)) is my full-time job, although I always have one or two other projects going at the same time.
 
I now live in a suburb of Atlanta. Some of my other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course, travel.
 
I sincerely hope my writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. I love to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.
 
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Blog Tour: The Genes of Isis by Justin Newland with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Justin Newland’s The Genes of Isis. We will have info about the book and author, a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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Akasha is a precocious young girl with dreams of motherhood. She lives in a fantastical world where most of the oceans circulate in the aquamarine sky waters.
 
Before she was born, the Helios, a tribe of angels from the sun, came to Earth to deliver the Surge, the next step in the evolution of an embryonic human race. Instead they spawned a race of hybrids and infected humanity with a hybrid seed.
 
Horque manifests on Earth with another tribe of angels, the Solarii, to rescue the genetic mix-up and release the Surge.
 
Akasha embarks on a journey from maiden to mother and from apprentice to priestess then has a premonition that a great flood is imminent. All three races – humans, hybrids and Solarii – face extinction.
 
With their world in crisis, Akasha and Horque meet, and a sublime love flashes between them. Is this a cause of hope for humanity and the Solarii? Or will the hybrids destroy them both? Will anyone survive the killing waters of the coming apocalypse?
 
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The moonlight flooded through the window but Issa was still awake. Once the street cats grew tired of fighting and the hyenas and foxes stopped scavenging, she roused herself and began her descent. Clutching a glow lamp in one hand and Fryme's package in the other, she crept downstairs and stopped in the middle of a corridor, beside a section of wall that would have appeared unremarkable to anyone else. She knew otherwise. A few words, an arcane utterance, followed by a shimmer of light and the astral curtain disappeared, revealing the secret door. She stepped through it, into the corridor beyond. She was going to the God Crucible, an occult chamber beneath her house. Its astral protections were such that no one, not even Cheiron, the High Priest, suspected its existence. Her breathing was shallow. This was the first point of no return. Her glow-lamp threw long shadows down the narrow, sloping tunnel. Divided in two, it had steps on one side and a slanting ramp on the other. In front of her on the ground was a piece of white bandage, accidentally torn off the mummified body of her son, which she'd dragged down the ramp before Cheiron had arrived. How heavy he had been. They didn't call it a dead weight for nothing. She could still smell the musty odour of the dust particles she'd dislodged.
 
JUSTIN NEWLAND writes historical, fantasy and speculative fiction with a supernatural bent.
His first novel, The Genes of Isis (Matador, 2018), is an epic fantasy set under Ancient Egyptian skies.
His second novel, The Old Dragon's Head (Matador), is a historical fantasy set in Old China and is due out in November 2018.
His work in progress is a historical novel set in Prussia during the Enlightenment in the 1760’s.
His stories add a touch of the supernatural to history and deal with the existential themes of war, religion, evolution and the human’s place in the universe.
He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.
 
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Blog Tour: Hard Drive by Marcella Swann with Excerpt and Giveaway

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Can I tame the Bad Boy Playboy of Silicon Valley?

Damian Black: He’s gorgeous and knows it. A titan of the tech industry and not yet 30. Models and starlets are his for the taking. A billionaire. And so very good at being bad. I tell myself I don’t want him even though I do, in the worst way. But I’ve got a secret that could ruin everything.

Gigi Stevens: She’s brainy and beautiful and has a tongue as sharp as an ice pick. I’m the face of a multi-billion-dollar tech company and I’ve got a rep. I’m used to shallow and superficial but that’s not her. That’s not her at all. And it throws me. Is something real worth the risk? There’s only one way to find out.

It’s a dangerous dance: Will she tame the Bad Boy or will she be the one who’s conquered?

   

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Gigi Stevens had never seen a party so over-the-top gonzo. Palm trees, jungle vines swinging from the ceiling, and animatronic dinosaurs so large and lifelike they could be used in the next Jurassic Park film. If the DJ’s steady assault of concussive beats weren’t enough to elevate Gigi’s heart rate, then the sight of velociraptors and a roaming T-Rex most certainly were. Granted, since moving to San Francisco she’d attended only a few of the tech industry’s notorious gatherings, thrown by nouveau riche code nerds who’d hit it big with apps or games or search engines, socially awkward guys who might chronologically be pushing thirty, but who were emotionally still scouring the pages of D&D monster manuals in their parents’ basements. Tonight’s party was different, however. And the party was different because the man throwing the party was different. Damian Black, she thought. Or should I call you by your full name, the one given to you by the tabloids? Damian Black, the Bad Boy Playboy of Silicon Valley. “Georgina!” Gigi whirled in the direction of the shout. Speaking of full names, she thought. Judy Mixson was making her way through the throng, holding champagne flutes high in each hand, trying not to spill their golden contents. When she finally reached Gigi, she handed her a flute and said, loudly, over the music, “A bit of the bubbly, my dear.” “Oh God, thank you,” said Gigi. “I need it.” She leaned her head back and downed the champagne in one gulp. “Easy there, girl! The night is young and so are you.” “I wish I wasn’t,” Gigi said. “It’s one reason why nobody here will take me seriously.” She peered thoughtfully into her empty flute. “Young, fresh out of college—” “An Ivy League college,” Judy interjected. “Yeah, but it was Brown, and for some damn reason everyone keeps forgetting it’s an Ivy League school. They know Harvard, Yale, and Princeton, and that’s it.” “Look here, Georgina: you’re the smartest person in this room and you know it. In the last half-hour, you’ve forgotten more about coding and techy stuff than everyone else in here will learn over the next ten years. And look at you, girl, you’re totally—” “Don’t say ‘hot.’ You know I’m not even remotely.” “Actually, I was going to say—” “And don’t say ‘cute.’ You know how much I hate hearing that.” Judy made an amusingly frustrated face. “But you are hot. You are cute. Just look at you in your smart little blazer and black jeans.” “You’re not helping.” “And those glasses! That beautiful brown hair!” “I’m praying the Lord takes me right now,” Gigi said. Judy laughed and sipped her champagne. In fact, Gigi was brilliant and beautiful, and not wholly unaware of it. She wore her blessings with grace but not always with ease. Beautiful women, she knew, were seen not as equals, but as possessions, and smart women were threats to the established order. TrekTek, one of the more promising Silicon Valley startups, had taken remarkably little time in bringing her on board its research and development department, but Gigi sensed that she’d already plateaued at age 23 and could expect little more than a career of lateral promotions. She was a young, beautiful woman in an industry run by men with egos as big as California and as fragile as Christmas ornaments. “By the way,” Gigi said, “you know you’re the only one who gets to use my actual name, right? Don’t go giving people ideas. I don’t want it to become a trend. I only allow you to do it because it’s a best friend privilege.” Judy gave a look of melodramatic mock seriousness. “The dreadful secret of your first name will remain safe with me, Georgina.” Gigi scanned the crowded floor of Club Terra, thick with sweaty partygoers dancing herky-jerky and not always to the beat. In the distance, over Judy’s shoulder, Gigi could see a T-Rex flashing in and out of view, the strobe effect of the DJ’s lighting setup rendering the dinosaur’s movements every bit as herkyjerky as the revelers. “Dinosaurs, for God’s sake. You ever been to a party that had dinosaurs?” Gigi asked. Judy thought for a moment. “Down in Bakersfield, I attended a party with a dinosaur.” “Really” “Yeah,” Judy said. “His name was Sidney Applebaum.” Gigi laughed. “Seriously, the guy was like 70 years old and had just married a girl our age.” “Ew,” Gigi said, wrinkling her nose. “You know what he gave her as a wedding gift?” “No, what.” “An antique organ.” Gigi laughed out loud. “Oh, Judy, that’s terrible.” There was a loud metallic bang, like someone throwing a giant switch in a fuse box, and suddenly, without warning, the room was thrust into total darkness. No lights, no music, no nothing. A beat of silence, then people started screaming. Then, just as suddenly, a single bright spotlight illuminated the DJ’s table onstage. But instead of the DJ whose name Gigi never cared to learn, the figure now lit by the spotlight’s glare was someone whose name she knew quite well. Damian Black. The crowd’s terrified screaming quickly morphed into wild cheering and clapping, and Gigi felt her face go warm. For God’s sake, get a grip, she told herself. You know what he’s about. You know he’s no good. “Holy shit,” Judy said. “Just look at him, girl. It’s gotta be a mirage. He’s too damn good-looking to be real.” “Oh, there’s no doubt he’s gorgeous,” Gigi nearly shouted over the cheers. “And there’s definitely no doubt in his mind.” “Be nice,” Judy said. Damian raised his hands. “Greetings, Silicon Valley degenerates!” The crowd laughed. “I want to welcome you all here for this celebration of, well, me.” More laughter, and from the crowd a female voice shouted, “You rock, Damian!” He raised his hands higher to quell the cheering and said, grinning, “No need to point out the obvious, love.” Everyone laughed. Everyone, that is, except Gigi. She leaned toward Judy and said, “I just rolled my eyes so hard they fell out of my butt.” Judy gave her a nudge. “You gotta get in the spirit of things. The guy’s not even 30 yet and already a friggin’ billionaire. Of course he’s a little full of himself. You gotta loosen up, girl.” Gigi stared through the crowd at the sleek, glowing figure onstage. “According to the tabloids, he’s loose enough for both of us.”

Marcella Swann is an Amazon #1 bestselling author of heart-thumping and heart-melting contemporary romance. She's plied her trade in the newspaper business, written and produced a way off Broadway play, and is the proud mama of a singer-songwriter. When she's not trying to save newspapers from eminent doom (by subscribing to them all), she loves to take her readers on dreamy journeys to that place where all the men are hotties and the women are beautiful and strong. She also swings a mean kettle bell at the gym and likes people watching at Grand Central on a busy day.
 
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