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review 2017-08-01 10:33
Einen Hauch zu abenteuerlich und inszeniert
Fire & Ash - Jonathan Maberry

„Fire & Ash“ ist der letzte Band der postapokalyptischen Geschichte rund um den Teenager Benny Imura. Gerüchten zufolge ist die Reihe „Rot & Ruin“ jedoch nicht abgeschlossen. Angeblich kündigte der Verlag Simon & Schuster für 2018 und 2019 jeweils einen neuen Band an. Diese beiden zusammenhängenden Bände sollen im gleichen Setting neue Charaktere und eine komplett neue Handlung vorstellen. Ich fand keine Belege für diese Behauptung, weder beim Verlag, noch auf Jonathan Maberrys Website. Der einzige Hinweis sind Einträge für die Bücher auf Goodreads und ich habe keine Ahnung, woher diese Informationen stammen. Ich werde wohl einfach abwarten müssen, ob sich die Gerüchte bewahrheiten.

 

Louis Chong ist tot. Alle in Sanctuary wissen, dass Benny Imuras bester Freund starb, als er sich infizierte. Nur Benny weigert sich, ihn aufzugeben. Würde nur endlich jemand versuchen, Dr. McReadys Unterlagen oder am besten die Wissenschaftlerin selbst zu finden, könnte das Heilmittel entwickelt werden, das nicht nur Chong, sondern die ganze Welt retten würde. Leider wird Sanctuary von verstockten Soldaten geleitet, denen die Wünsche eines Teenagers nicht das Geringste bedeuten. Benny hält es nicht mehr aus. Begleitet von Nix, Lilah und Riot macht er sich auf eigene Faust auf die Suche nach der letzten Chance, die Chong hat. Draußen im Rot and Ruin müssen sie jedoch feststellen, dass sie nicht die einzigen sind, die sich für McReadys Forschungsergebnisse interessieren. Der psychopathische Saint John und die Mitglieder der Night Church suchen ebenfalls nach dem Heilmittel, das in den falschen Händen zu einer gefährlichen Massenvernichtungswaffe werden könnte. Der Wettlauf um das Schicksal der Menschheit hat begonnen.

 

Wisst ihr, wodurch ich merke, dass mir eine Rezension schwerfällt? Ich merke es, weil ich versuche, mich vor dem Schreiben zu drücken. Plötzlich fallen mir hundert Dinge ein, die ich stattdessen tun könnte. Ich mache mir selbst etwas vor, weil ich zu stur bin, um einfach zuzugeben, dass diese oder jene Rezension eine harte Nuss für mich ist. „Fire & Ash“ ist so ein Fall. Da, jetzt ist es raus, ich bekenne es. Ich kann nur leider überhaupt nicht erklären, wieso. Das (vorläufige) Finale der „Rot & Ruin“ – Reihe ist nicht schlecht. Während der Lektüre empfand ich das Buch als mitreißend wie eh und je und im Anschluss habe ich fleißig Notizen gemacht. Ich war beeindruckt von Jonathan Maberrys überzeugendem wissenschaftlichen Erklärungsansatz für die Natur der Zombieinfektion, der auf mich fundiert recherchiert wirkte. Ich mochte das Motiv der Hoffnung, personifiziert durch Bennys Generation, die Erbe und Schöpfer einer neuen Welt ist. Jetzt sind einige Wochen vergangen und in meinem Kopf herrscht gähnende Leere. Ich weiß nicht, woran es liegt, aber irgendwie hat dieses Finale trotz bewegter Dramatik wenig bleibenden Eindruck bei mir hinterlassen. Vielleicht war die Geschichte doch zu vorhersehbar, denn ich habe nie daran gezweifelt, dass Benny und seine Freunde die Zombie-Postapokalypse überleben werden. Die Frage war lediglich, wie. Vielleicht war es der Schuss des guten, alten, amerikanischen Patriotismus, der meiner Ansicht nach vollkommen überflüssig für die Geschichte war. Vielleicht war „Fire & Ash“ auch einfach etwas arg pathetisch, obwohl ich beim Lesen durchaus das Gefühl hatte, dass mich dieses Pathos berührte. Im Nachhinein hingegen kommt mir Entwicklung, die Benny durchlebt, übertrieben vor. Er erreicht einen Status kühler Klarheit, den ich für unglaubwürdig halte. Ich bezweifle nicht, dass Benny schnell und radikal erwachsen werden musste, doch seine Entfaltung zum idealen Samurai, der eine Kampfsituation und sich selbst gefasst analysieren kann, erscheint mir unrealistisch. Er ist trotz allem ein Teenager. Die positive Seite daran ist jedoch, dass seine Beziehung zu Nix eine für die Young Adult – Literatur recht ungewöhnliche Wendung nimmt, was mir sehr gut gefiel. Unsterbliche Liebe auf den ersten Blick unter extremen Bedingungen war noch nie sehr lebensnah; ich finde es toll, dass Maberry einen anderen Weg wählt, der möglicherweise eine direkte Folge seines vorbildlichen Umgangs mit den Geschlechterrollen ist. Er behandelt Männer und Frauen gleichberechtigt und besonders Bennys Freundinnen beweisen eine Stärke, die alle kruden Ideen der Prinzessin in Nöten im Keim ersticken. Gut, Lilah ging mir fürchterlich auf die Nerven, weil ihre Umgangsformen schlicht inakzeptabel sind, aber nichtsdestotrotz erkenne ich ihre Unabhängigkeit an.

 

Letztendlich weiß ich nicht genau, warum sich „Fire & Ash“ nicht in dem Ausmaß in meinem Gedächtnis festsetzte, das ich erwartet hatte. Es handelt sich definitiv um ein angemessenes Finale und hat viel Positives zu bieten. Der Kampf gegen die Zombies mutierte im Lauf der Reihe zu einem Kampf der Menschheit selbst, gegen religiösen Fanatismus und die drohende Gefahr, die Fehler der Vergangenheit zu wiederholen. Jonathan Maberry erfasst die Konflikte, die sich innerhalb seiner beängstigenden Zukunftsvision ergeben, hervorragend und verleiht der gesamten Thematik der Zombie-Postapokalypse überraschenden Tiefgang. Ich kann nicht erklären, wieso mich „Fire & Ash“ nicht nachhaltiger beeindruckte, obwohl es die vielen feinen Nuancen, die Maberry sorgfältig etablierte, zu einem explosiven, dramatischen Abschluss bringt. Ich vermute, dass es mir einen Hauch zu abenteuerlich und inszeniert war, möchte mich darauf aber nicht unumstößlich festlegen. Diese marginalen Schwierigkeiten qualifizieren sich jedoch als Jammern auf hohem Niveau, weshalb ich nicht zögere, euch die Reihe „Rot & Ruin“ trotzdem zu empfehlen. Die Young Adult – Literatur ist so überflutet von flachen, klischeebeladenen, bedeutungsarmen Geschichten, dass jeder Versuch, es anders zu machen, enthusiastisch unterstützt werden sollte. Jonathan Maberry macht es anders und dafür gehören ihm mein Respekt und meine Anerkennung.

Source: wortmagieblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/jonathan-maberry-fire-ash
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review 2017-06-17 22:16
Quick and Easy.
His Royal Secret - Lilah Pace

So the book ends in a cliff hanger, virtually insuring that I immediately buy the next book to find out the end of the story. The manipulation!

 

I bought it though....lol

 

This was a easy and enjoyable romance, and was a nice break from the dreary world.....and that's all I ask for with romance novels.....that and believable couples and good sex scenes. 

 

So putting it all together...I was very happy and this book is a success.

 

 

 

 

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text 2017-06-17 13:05
Blog Tour: Backseat with the Billionaire by Lilah May with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Lilah May’s Backseat with the Billionaire. We will have info about the book and author, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

Happy Reading :)

 


 

 

 

 

She just wants to use him for revenge.

Him. A billionaire MMA fighter whose cocky smile and washboard abs make wet panties drop left and right. She thinks she wants him for one amazing night out and end it. Boy, did she think wrong. He's about to teach her how much more she really wants.

LISA Finding out your husband's cheating is hard. Finding out it’s with a college girl is even harder. The easy part? Retribution: beating him blue with a baseball bat and kicking him to the curb. But it's still not enough.

So when Bobby Carter, fresh out of college, blows back into town with all the intensity of a hurricane, I decide I’m not done. Bobby’s everything my ex-husband is not. Sexy, aggressive, and intense. Like melt me into a puddle intense. Who cares if I used to babysit him? He’s a grown man, now. And I mean, FULLY grown.

All I wanted was a night out with him, but one taste and I’m addicted.

BOBBY When Lisa Howard finally gets rid of her cheating husband, I want to take her right then and there. I got rid of that abusive bastard and built a billion dollar empire all for her. Nothing could satisfy my ravenous hunger but taking a bite of that sweet little thing.

So when she offers herself up to me for one night, I'm not about to refuse. She's nothing like the sorority bimbos at Northfield U. She is a real woman. Sexy, mature, and an ass so fine I would give up my billions just for a taste.

But I know a taste won’t be enough and one night too short for all the dirty things I want to do to her and that deliciously curvy body.

She’ll be mine, but not just for tonight. Forever.

This is a full-length, standalone, steamy 18+ romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and definitely a wonderful Happily Ever After guaranteed.

 

 

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LISA

 

I had no clue what I’d do. It’s the kind of situation you never plan for, never expect to have to plan for. And even if you try, even if you think you know what you’ll do or how you’ll act, you find out that the truth is: You really don’t know yourself at all. I wait, sitting in that old ratty armchair of his. The orange one that was now stained brown. The one he refused to throw out no matter how much it reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. The pictures are still on the coffee table. I looked them over carefully, in some twisted morbid curiosity. The girl couldn’t be a day over 18 and she seemed to be enjoying herself, but in some fake, exaggerated way like she was in a porn video or she learned how to act when getting fucked from a porn video. And of course, it was missionary, the boring bastard. I’m not thinking about anything, not planning, not scheming. I’m not even angry. For the first time in a long while, my head is completely clear. Like some weird meditation, all I do is sit and wait. He strolls through the front door, whistling a tune. The balls on him. Relaxed and casual, as if he didn’t just come back from fucking his teenage whore. He looks at me once but doesn’t look twice. Even though, across my lap is a silver aluminum baseball bat. The same bat that we’ve kept by the front door for our protection, for just in case. Just in case of a robbery. Just in case of a home invasion. Just in case my scumbag husband decides to cheat on me. All those years, it sat unused. Until today. I don’t know what was the last straw. The whistling, the nonchalant way he ignored me or maybe it was that shit-eating grin he had plastered on his smug face. But one second I’m sitting in the living room and the next, I’m tackling him like a football linebacker. Head down, shoulders square, straight into his unsuspecting back. He pitches forward, quite comically, crashing to the ground in a heap. All accompanied by a satisfactory crunch. And as I stood over him, something dark and violent emerged, something that wasn’t so clean and pure. Something that I kept buried and hidden for years as the perfect housewife, the perfect stay at home mom. The funny thing is, he didn’t think I would do it. The whole time, the asshole looked up at me and just laughed, smirking in my face. That is, until the first swing of the bat came down on him. And goddamn, if it didn’t feel amazing. For me. Not for him. I can still picture that deliciously depraved moment when that cheesy smile of his gave way to a look of pain and confusion. Ohhh, god! This was it! That utterly satisfying feeling. Like the good fuck he was never able to give me. As I kept raining down blow after blow, his disbelief quickly turned into one of horror, crying for me to stop. But I didn’t. It only added to my wonderful, cathartic experience. And I savored every single wince, every little whimper, feeding off his pain. Finally, he could feel what I felt. All the abuse, all the suffocating agony from living under his oppressive rule. Finally, I could give it all back to him. Let me give you a piece of advice: it’s unhealthy to repress that much shit. So don’t. Unless one day, you might end up beating your douchebag husband half to death. After a good solid minute of getting his ass beat, he finally snatches an opportunity to escape. As I take a breather, he scrambles towards the front door, running out onto the lawn. But he doesn’t get far. He’s not getting away. Not today. Cause right now, there’s a fucking animal inside me. I chase him down and knocking him to the grass, continuing my assault with the bat. I can’t seem to stop myself. Not that I want to. One part of me is filled with wrathful vengeance and the other looks on a spectator, as if I’m watching a horror movie. I really like horror movies. Suddenly, big fat hairy arms wrap around my waist, pulling me away from Donald. Donald my husband: The liar. The cheater. The piece of shit. God, I fucking hate him. Wrapped up in those thick arms, I struggle helplessly, flailing like a bug on it’s back. The man who’s gathered me up in a massive bearhug is Robert Carter, our nextdoor neighbor, with his wife Patty kneeling next to the crying Donald. Crying. Literally. Big crocodile tears. What a disgusting faker, trying to squeeze sympathy out of our neighbors. I didn’t hit him all that hard. I think.

 

 

 

 

 
Hi everyone! I'm Lilah May (well, you already know that).
I write steamy romance that will touch your heart (and your body
Ok, maybe it sounds a little corny but it's true!
I make sure my books are full of hot and dirty scenes but still has that oh so important warm sentimental love.
 
Anywho, I'm just a girl with too many dirty thoughts going through her head and I thought I'd share them with all of you!
Though I have to warn you: be prepared!
These stunning alpha male heroes I write about are straight out of my fantasies: impossibly sexy, crazy dominant, and 110% guaranteed to make your knees weak.
So you better sit down, grab a towel and leave all your inhibitions at the door (along with your panties) because my books will make you melt and squirm with HEA love!

 

Side note: I like my cookies chewy and I've learned way too late in my life that I can microwave them for ten seconds to make them chewy again. I don't hate on crunchy, though. Cookies are cookies lol.
 
Oh, and also I'm a nurse so when I get my hands on a real good book, things can get incredibly dangerous! (That's a joke for all you stuffy wet blankets. I would never risk my patients. I love them!)
 
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Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

 

 

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text 2017-06-16 06:40
Reading progress update: I've read 36%.
His Royal Secret - Lilah Pace

Well...they did not waste time, getting to the point.... 

 

 

So far this romance has promise. But it does kinda feel like I'm reading fan fiction...not that's that's bad really...

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review 2016-10-07 03:34
Decent royal AU erotica...hm romantica...er...erotic romance...it's something with sex. ;P
His Royal Secret - Lilah Pace

A tag team review with Sheziss



3.5 Hearts--An alternate universe where the Prince of Wales to the British Throne is secretly gay...

No, we're not talking about Wills, baby.




"Your Royal Highness. Or is it Your Majesty now that you've become Prince Regent?"
"I don't think you've came all this way to discuss royal protocol."
"No."



His Royal Secret is the first half of two part series from author Lilah Pace. His Royal Secret is Pace's first foray into MM. This alternate universe is the same as present day just with an alternate British royal lineage.

HRH James is young, orphaned, high educated and directly in the public eye due to being the future king of Britain. He's been raised in the spotlight and sadly can't be free with his sexuality. With a best friend as his public beard, a younger sister with untreated mental health issues and a sad sexual history, due to isolation and fear, James is firmly inside his closet with all the stressors in his private life. Enter Ben Dahan, hot Israeli openly gay, anti-commitment, international journalist who has a chance meeting with James in Kenya. A game of chess and rainy season turns an opportune moment into a steamy little tryst.

Did it make an impression? Not really. It was a nice little interlude. Cut to months down the road and a move to London on Dahan's part, the men figure they're at perfect points in their life to start a strictly sexual relationship. The sex got better as the story progressed though for the first third it was borderline repetitive with the same stroke-finger-lube-penetrate. Thankfully, it broke out the mold.

The story on a whole has good parts. It was better than good when reflecting on the entire thing. A decent set up, two men who shouldn't be together on paper but somehow are-- due to availability and a sexual chemistry. I don't mind closeted reads, but the anti-commitment MC's are my juice. I love them. Especially reading them turn into a pro-commitment fan. We don't get much reflection on the change from either men, especially from the stubborn one. I think the story could have gone deeper with both men, more so with Ben. I'm hoping it's because this is a duology and the second half is going to be bombastic. Or I'll just come back and rate this lower, once I read the second half.

I don't think this story hit it's full potential. There were awkward breaks, weird transitions into chapters or to different characters. And what I think my biggest gripe is if this story was supposed to be Erotica or Romance? I don't mind the two mixed, or separate. The erotica was spicy vanilla at best with role playing being the hardest kink (lol) James seemed naive for that. Maybe if he didn't have his background, I'd have had an easier time buying it. The guys start off slow, kind of lukewarm/medium heat. Then presto!

We're getting sentences like this:


"Hand jobs are well and good, but this time I'm not leaving without getting fucked."



Or even better:


"I thought you'd get back around now."
"Only just. Is anything wrong?"

 "Yeah. Your mouth's not around my cock."






That's a drawers dropper sentence. Mmmhmm I'm all for it!

Sometimes the erotic actions, words and role play kink, seemed at odds with the characters introduced. Erotically, the story works. Romantically...ehhhh...I guess?

I like Ben.

I like James.

Do I like Ben and James together? It's a hesitant yes. But a yes, nonetheless.




I wasn't invested until 75% into the story. Or really cared about the romance until 97%...

There were bursts of magic within.


"Nobody else ever got to me like this. Nobody ever. And nobody's going to get to me like this again. You got through my defense when on one else could, or can, or will. You're the only one I could ever have loved, the only man on this earth. I can't change it now. It's done. All I know is that if I walk away from you tonight, I'll spend the rest of my life...broken in two. Needing you. So I won't walk away."


I wish we got to know more of the person as the reader was inside their head when they made they decisions, to get a sense of their feelings.

 A plus on this novel's side? It didn't read like stereotypes or thinly veiled MF in a MM coating.


I'm pretty good at sniffing those out. And I'm happy to report that is not the case in His Royal Secret. #yay

Just dudes who placed strict boundaries on being fuck buddies and somehow broke their own rules because feelings became involved. [Just wish there was more attention paid on that detail of feelings, sharing more inside the character's head when it was their turn]




The story ends with a cliffhanger of sorts. But it's a soft cliffhanger, meaning it's a HFN with a promise of a HEA. But the stakes are too high not to read what the outcome is in the second book of this duology.

I'd read from this author again, to see how this all wraps up. I'm curious how it plays out for the royal and his lover.

A copy provided for an honest review via Netgalley.

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