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review 2017-02-24 06:46
Heartbeat
FLOW, The GRIP Prequel - Kennedy Ryan

Marlon AKA Grip, meeting Bristol is full of laughter and tears.  Right out of the gate, this prequel for the upcoming story in Grip is moving.  Bristol comes to visit her brother, and Grip's best friend in California while she is on spring break.

 

Bristol wants to repair things with her brother.  Since his best friend is interesting and makes her think, they get to know one another.  The chemistry between these two - it's off the charts!

 

I really loved these characters in the previous Soul series books.  I am thrilled to see their story come alive.  I enjoyed reading it and eagerly devoured each page.  This book is the prequel and I am really excited to read the next book!  I give this story a 5/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review.

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url 2017-02-23 15:19
Ama Spiritual Novel Launch PR
A-Ma Alchemy of Love - Nataša Pantović Nuit

For all of the lovely souls who waited such a long time! Ama Spiritual Novel Launched! :)

It took a group of spiritual researches 5 years to complete and publish the series of spiritual and self-development non-fiction books called: Alchemy of Love Mindfulness Training. The books and courses as their main theme have our transformation, the alchemy of soul, our everlasting quest to find the gold within.

The audience that are curious about my courses and books are the many that are interested in self-development, spirituality, inner-development, esoteric or occult teachings, alchemy, Tantra, inspirational writings, and New Consciousness. I found a whole new spiritual family constantly exploring these subject.

 

Ama Alchemy of Love Spiritual Novel by Nuit

Now, after 10 years of writing A-Ma, I feel that I am ready to release her into the world of Consciousness as the historical spiritual fiction story that was from the very beginning the natural drive of the Alchemy of Love series, of the whole alchemy and mindfulness endeavor.

So, welcome to our latest publishing adventure, to the spiritual novel: Ama Alchemy of Love.

Within China we enter the very wisdom of the alchemy of soul and humanity, where a group of enlightened people create an energy matrix that will change the lives of generations to come. Through Ruben, a Portuguese Jesuit Priest, through Ama, her family, friends, followers and enemies, we attempt to understand the challenges of their time, we join their attempts to learn from both the Eastern and Western philosophies, and we witness their personal inner transformation.

 

Through Ruben, a Portuguese Jesuit Priest, through Ama, her family, friends, followers and enemies, we attempt to understand the challenges of their time, we join their attempts to learn from both the Eastern and Western philosophies, and we witness their personal inner transformation.

 

All the events and manuscripts mentioned within the book: the Dutch attack to Macao 24th of June 1622, the Reform of the Chinese Calendar during 1630s, Father Schall’s Appointment to the Chinese Board of Mathematicians (during 1650s), Witches Hunt, and Witches Manual, etc, are carefully researched historical facts. The book uses history to create the connection between actions of the individuals that live surrounded by magic.

 

Available through Amazon Buy Ama Alchemy of Love Spiritual Novel by Nuit through Amazon

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text 2017-02-16 07:05
Excerpt Reveal - Grip

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"I can't stop thinking about this book...One of my favorite reads this year. Maybe ever. Kennedy Ryan took some of the most complex issues of our time and made them poetic, insightful, and deliciously sexy...5 massive, gripping stars!" - USA TODAY Bestselling Author, Adriana Locke

 

Keep reading for an EXCERPT of Grip by Kennedy Ryan FLOW releases on February 25 and will be totally FREE! GRIP releases on March 2nd straight to #KindleUnlimited!

 

➡Add GRIP on GR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31207572-grip

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➡Check out more information here: http://kennedyryanwrites.com/grip/

 

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GRIP Synopsis:

Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out.

 

I know.

 

I’ve been doing it for years.

 

I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary.

 

And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.

 

Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key.

 

All that’s left is friendship and work. He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true.

 

I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart. It’s wild, reckless, disobedient.

 

And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

 

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FLOW (The GRIP Prequel) – Releasing FREE a few days before GRIP!

 

In 8 years, Marlon James will be one of the brightest rising stars in the music industry.

 

Bristol Gray will be his tough, no-nonsense manager.

 

But when they first meet, she's a college student finding her way in the world, and he's an artist determined to make his way in it.

 

From completely different worlds, all the things that should separate them only draw them closer.

 

It's a beautiful beginning, but where will the story end?

 

 

 

FLOW is the prequel chronicling the week of magical days and nights that will haunt Grip & Bristol for years to come.

 

GRIP is the full-length conclusion of their story.

 

 

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EXCERPT:

 

I wanted to keep this pain locked away, private. Until now. Until Grip. His eyes rest on my face. I feel his compassion, and it weighs so much I want out from under it. I turn my head to escape the honesty between us for a few seconds. Just for a reprieve. As soon as I look over the side, I realize my mistake.

 

“Oh, God. We’re so high.”

 

Breath charges up my throat, panic pushing out the last few minutes of peace. My heart jackhammers. Blood rushes to my head, and the world spins. I grip my head to make it stop.

 

“Hey, hey.” Grip scoots closer, eliminating the distance between us. “Put your head down as far as you can.”

 

The safety bar keeps me from putting my head between my knees, but I don’t think it would help anyway. Nothing helps. It’s irrational. I know I’m safe, but fear mocks me and makes me its bitch. I hate it, but I can’t stop it.

 

“My mom used to tell me to recite things,” Grip says from above me. “Like to distract myself when I was scared. To give me something else to focus on.”

 

It only makes me more anxious that I have nothing I can recite. Fear jumbles all my thoughts together, so discombobulated that I can’t even assemble the digits of my phone number.

 

“I can’t think of anything.”

 

“Okay. Hold up.” He rubs my back in soothing strokes that don’t soothe. “I’ll do it. Just listen to my voice. Focus on what I’m saying.”

 

I can’t focus. I can’t stop the encroaching darkness, blurring my edges and knotting my interior. It’s never been this bad, and it would happen right in front of Grip.

 

“I’ll recite “Poetry” by Pablo Neruda. My favorite actually.” Grip’s voice is warm but disembodied as I press my eyes closed. “It feels like he was writing my life story. Like he knew there would be this kid who needed something bigger than himself, and he wrote this to guide that kid to a different path. This has always felt like more than a poem. It’s personal. It feels like my prophecy.”

 

The emotion, the honesty in his voice compels me to hazard a glance at him. In the faint light of the moon and the bright lights of the carnival, I see his face. Beautiful and bronzed, a sculpture of bold bones and full lips. His eyes are intent, never looking away from mine as he begins.

 

His deep voice caresses Neruda’s sentiments of how poetry called him from the street and away from violence. Of how writing saved him from a certain fate and opened up a world he’d never imagined. And Grip’s right. The poem could have been written for him . . . could have foretold the story of a boy called, not from the streets of a Chilean city, but from the streets of Compton.

 

Passion weaves between his words and conviction laces every line. He means these words. He loves these words. Amazingly, as he’s reciting a poem I’ve never heard before, someone else’s words illuminate Grip to me. I see him clearly. A man deeply committed to his craft and who views his gift as a miracle of circumstance. As cocky as he is, I see him humbled by the means to escape a path so many others never leave. And if the poem tells his story, his eyes are a confession, never straying from mine, holding mine in the moonlight, his voice liquid poured over something sweet. As he approaches the end, my fears are forgotten, but I’m still stuck on a Ferris wheel under a darkened sky, and nothing has ever been more fitting than the final words, in which the poet says he wheeled with the stars and his heart broke loose on the wind.

 

There are too few perfect moments in this life. Far too few of us get them, but I am privileged to have this one with this man. When he empties his chest of his heart and empties his body of his soul for me under a starry sky on a Ferris wheel. And I know. In this moment, I know that I’m lost to him. It has been a matter of days. It has been a string of moments. It has not been long enough to tell him, but in my heart, I know I am lost.

 

“Did that help?” he asks.

 

He searches through the dim light for my fear or my panic, but they aren’t there anymore. He leans closer, so close his breath whispers over my face. I don’t know when he realizes that fear has gone and that something else has come, but I see the change in his eyes.

 

I think he might be lost in me, too.

 

The inches between our lips disappear. At the first brush of his mouth on mine, I know this kiss will never end. It will live on in my memory for the rest of my life. His lips beg entry, a tentative touch that blazes through my defenses and hastens the rhythm of my heart. I clutch his arm, skin and muscle, satin over steel. A thousand textures collide. The hot silk of his mouth. The sharp, straight edge of his teeth. The firm curve of his lips. The taste of him. God, the taste of him makes me moan. He cups my face, fingers spearing into my hair. I press so close the heat of his body burns through the thin fabric of our shirts.

 

“Bris.” He says it against my lips before trailing kisses down my chin. His mouth opens over my neck, hot and wet, and I arch into him, the pleasure like a train in my veins. Rushing. Vaulting. Exploding.

 

“Oh, God.” I’m a panting mess. My hands venture under his shirt, desperate, nails scraping at his back. “Keep kissing me.”

 

He’s back at my lips, devouring, our tongues dueling, dancing. This kiss has a cadence, his head moving to the left and then right, on beat, a syncopation, a simultaneity of lips and tongues. His mouth slants over mine, hot and zealous, and I link my fingers behind his head, clinging, afraid this will end. Afraid to lose the enormity of this moment. At the top of the world, so close we could almost touch the sky and with only the stars watching, I found out what a kiss should be.

 

 

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About the Author:

 

Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke...though she's always trying to quit. She adores her husband...who she'll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she's devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism.

 

And she writes love stories! For updates, new releases, giveaways and other adventures, subscribe to her newsletter: https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/j9u8i3

 

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review 2017-02-15 20:17
Death's Ink-Black Shadow
Death's Ink-Black Shadow - John Wiltshire

It has been nearly a week since I finished this one and to say that I may have had a meltdown during the first 30% of this book would be putting things rather mild.

 

 

I was destroyed.  And not so much about what did or did not happen but what it did to these men. I am tearing up just writing this...even now a week later.

 

The love between these two men is so strong and yet they fail to realize at times that they physically cannot live without the other.  So damage and destruction they attempt and when they fall apart...I fall apart.

 

...it was this last confession that undid him. As the words eased out on the exquisite delight of Nikolas once more pulling out and then opening him up and entering again, Ben’s throat seized up, a deep sob emerged, and before he could stop himself, he flung his arms across his face for privacy, and the pleasure was buried under a desolate confusion at who he was.

Nikolas faltered. Ben felt him withdraw, but then he took him in another way. Nikolas’s arms came around him, dragging him into a tight spoon, just holding him as the humiliating sobs wracked his body. He didn’t even know what he was crying for. Once he’d started, he was distraught for that—for the fact that he was so unlike himself, so unmanned by everything in his life that he didn’t know who he had become any more.

It was only when he heard an agonised whisper, “Please don’t, Ben, you’re killing me,” that he turned, forcing himself to calmness, to find Nikolas’s stressed and worn face creased with anguish.

 

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Nikolas turned his gaze back from the darkness in the courtyard, which he’d been studying with such intense concentration, and Ben saw the tracks of tears on his cheeks.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Nikolas cry. But in over ten years, he could count the number of times on the fingers of one hand. He rose swiftly and embraced him, wrapping his arms around Nikolas’s battered head tightly, pressing it to his shirt. He pushed his own face into the greying blond hair, and with the familiar smell of vanilla and coconut, he came home.

 

Fucking hell.  Just kill me now.

 

 

Now having said all that, I will say this is likely one of my favorite in the series so far. Nik continues to puzzle me at times and it is hard to totally put your hands on what all makes up this man and ultimately I have decided that this is the point.  Because at times even Ben is puzzled as well.  And even with that said, no matter what...you love him.  Ben loves him and will continue to do whatever has to be done for his Nik.

 

“You are not alone, Nikolas. Never. I’m right here with you, if this is how it has to be. I will kill the whole fucking world for you, if that is what you need.” Ben shook him. “Do you understand me?”

 

And yes, I am officially in tears wrting this review.  

 

Life wasn’t sunlit uplands and glass houses, vast wealth and running around with your pretty boyfriend in the expensive toys he bought you.

Life was wearing armour too heavy to bear and carrying weapons too eager to be used.

Life was learning to swim hard and fast and keep your head above the shit.

Life was having someone alongside you in every single manoeuvre, every fall, every painful rise again, and knowing that, win or lose, the war was never fought alone.

 

Damn.

 

I guess being destroyed means I love this book and this couple. I eagerly await more.

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review 2017-02-15 06:54
Tree of Life Spiritual Poetry
Tree of Life - Nataša Pantović Nuit

Author: Nataša Pantović Nuit

Series: Alchemy of Love Mindfulness Training (Book 9)

Paperback: 90 pages

Publisher: Artof4Elements; first edition

Publication Date: February 14, 2017

Language: English

ISBN-10: 9995754134
ISBN-13: 978-9995754136

Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.2 x 9 inches

Available through Amazon

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