Thursday, September 29, 2011

Blog Tour:Blood Eternal + giveaway


Hello all, today I have with me Marie Treanor, author of Blood Sin and Blood on Silk. Today, we will be talking about the third book in the An Awakened by Blood series.


Blood On Silk (Book 1)
The debut of a seductive new series of vampires, lust, and revenge.
 
Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk is spending the summer in Romania researching historical superstitions for her PhD. While she is tracing local folktales, one subject in particular sparks her imagination. His name is Saloman, legend's most powerful vampire, a seductive prince staked centuries ago. Now, in the ruins of a castle crypt, Elizabeth discovers the legends are real. Her blood has awakened him. Her innocence has aroused him. But Elizabeth unleashes more than Saloman's hunger.
 
An army of vampire hunters has amassed to send Saloman back to hell. Sworn to help - yet fearing Saloman's deadly blood lust - Elizabeth seeks to entrap him, offering her body as bait. But something stronger than dread, more powerful than revenge, is uniting Elizabeth to her prey. Caught between desire and rage, Elizabeth must decide where her loyalties lie...and what the limits are to a yearning she can no longer control.



Reviews:

"BLOOD ON SILK is sensual and thrilling, a wonderful combination of vampire myths old and new. Saloman and Elizabeth's relationship is both amazingly hot and terrifyingly complicated. Readers will fall instantly in love with the world that Marie Treanor has created. You cannot miss this novel!" --Michele Bardsley, national bestselling author of the Broken Heart series.

"A provocative read... witty, sensual and, sometimes, dark... Brimming with complex and compelling characters, sexual tension, danger, betrayal, emotional turmoil, witty banter, a thrilling plot, an enigmatic hero who is at times an anti-hero, a captivating heroine and plenty of vampires, this erotic, gothic story grabs your attention and holds it right up to the very last page." ~Dottie, Romance Junkies, 4.5 Blue Ribbons

"Praises for Marie Treanor; this book has found a permanent place alongside the likes of Anne Rice and Laurell K Hamilton." - Rating 5, Jillean, Once Upon a Romance.

Blood Sin

Awakened by Blood, Book 2
 
Even if you walk in the light, you can dwell in the dark.
 
Months after her dangerous encounter with vampire overlord Saloman, Scottish academic Elizabeth Silk is still trying to cope with both the demands of her ancestral bloodline—which marks her as a vampire hunter — and the overpowering desire she feels for the immortal she brought back from the grave. But she is not alone in her fascination with Saloman.
 
When Elizabeth tracks down a distant cousin from America, she learns he possesses an antique sword that has caught the interest of the Grand Master of the American hunters. It is the ancient and mystical sword of Saloman — a treasure of vast occult powers and a prize beyond measure to both vampires and humans. Now the race is on for possession of the sword.
 
Even as her enemies and allies shift their allegiances and battle for supremacy, Elizabeth must decide which will rule her own perilous fate: unwanted loyalty or unholy love.


Reviews:
"An action-packed sensual read, filled with danger, romance, vampires, humor and seduction, BLOOD SIN is an unforgettable story... a delightful read and a welcome addition to the keeper shelf... this amazing series..." - 4.5 Blue Ribbons, Dottie, Romance Junkies
"Beautifully worded... Unique plot twists... Steamy chemistry and passion-filled romance... an altogether spicy read." - 4 cups. Virginia, Coffee Time Romance
"The fantastic sequel to Blood on Silk... delicious... I truly cannot get enough of...Saloman... a fascinating character, free from cliche... truly an amazing series..." - 5 Tombstones, Jennifer, Bitten by Books.


Blood Eternal
By Marie Treanor

Awakened by Blood, Book 3

Signet Eclipse
Mass Market Paperback
4th October 2011

Secrets don't disappear after seduction...
 
Elizabeth Silk is struggling to reconcile her passion for the vampire overlord Saloman and her allegiance to the vampire hunters. When a shocking vampire revolt calls Saloman away from her, she refuses to follow him.
 
To make matters worse, Saloman’s beloved cousin Luk has been found and awakened by one of his greatest enemies. Frenzied with bloodlust, Luk embarks on a killing spree and prepares to expose Saloman’s biggest vulnerability: Elizabeth.
 
But under Saloman’s regime, vampires have become less concerned with secrecy, no longer willing to hide their power. Rumors are swirling about attacks on humans. After Saloman joins forces with the vampire hunters to consolidate his power, Elizabeth begins to understand her role in the inevitable collision of the two worlds. She could bring resolution between vampires and humans—if she can manage to stay alive long enough to play both sides….


Excerpt:
Set up: An Ancient vampire, believed to be Saloman’s newly awakened cousin Luk, has gone on the rampage in the Turkish hills. Elizabeth Silk is helping the hunters to track Luk and his allies…

Luk began to run, and as his limbs stretched out, he remembered their strength and what they could do. A surge of excitement urged him to speed up, to run around the entire world and never stop. But her scent was close and sweet, and as he leapt down the final fifty feet to land right in front of her, he grew dizzy.

Startled, the woman fell back, her dark hazel eyes huge in her beautiful face. Hair the color of a long-forgotten sunrise whipped against her soft cheeks in the breeze. Blood pumped through her delicate veins. The sound and smell of it drove him to new hunger, but this was one human he’d never kill.

“Tsigana,” he whispered.


The name held Elizabeth frozen. She’d had an instant’s warning from the Ancient detector, which suddenly, after indicating his slow plod away from her, went nuts, the readings obviously failing to keep up with the speed of the vampire who leapt out in front of her a bare instant after she’d known he would.

She’d had time to press her buzzer, at the same moment it had gone off in warning. The others knew. So she backed off, giving them time to get here, holding the stake poised for the vampire’s attack that didn’t come. He stood unmoving, staring at her.

The ordinary vampire detector in her pocket was still and silent. So the Ancient was alone. She prepared to attack, targeting the spot in his chest that she needed, but before she could fly at him, he said, “Tsigana.”

If he’d said her own name, if he’d called her Jane or Esmeralda or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, she wouldn’t have hesitated in the slightest. But he said Tsigana, as if he’d seen straight to her one weakness, a jealousy that amounted almost to fear of the long-dead human woman who had once held Saloman’s heart.

Her fingers curled convulsively on the stake, altering its aim by accident, and she had to readjust it. The Ancient who was Saloman’s cousin, his onetime friend and his betrayer, one of Tsigana’s three vampire lovers, continued to stare at her. She had the impression that if he breathed he’d have been panting, but weirdly, she sensed no threat from him. He lifted his arms slowly, reaching out to her with intense, weirdly unfocused longing. Understanding slammed into her like a blow.

“I’m not Tsigana,” she said between her teeth. “I’m Elizabeth, the Awakener.” And she flew at him, aware her aim was true. She summoned every ounce of strength, every ounce of power she believed in. Because she didn’t know how long the hunters would take to get here, she had to try to do it alone, as she’d once tried to kill Saloman alone. She still believed she could have slain him, using her power as his Awakener, but she’d never found out for sure, because her heart, not her body, had prevented it. There was no such prevention here; Luk was the cause of most of the unbearable pain that had haunted Saloman for centuries. He was as good as dead, and she couldn’t even regret her lack of compassion.
But he didn’t wait for her. He leapt back so fast she didn’t even see him move. Her stake sliced through air, almost overbalancing her.

“Not Tsigana,” Luk repeated. He sniffed the air.

“Tsigana is dead.” Again she leapt, this time before she finished speaking, but again he evaded her. A howl rent the air, like a dog or a wolf in agony. It had to be coming from Luk, as his distant figure leapt back up the hillside at impossible speed, the bloodcurdling wail fading with him into the night. Not because he’d stopped crying, but because he was too far away to be heard.

“Shit,” Elizabeth whispered. With shaking hand she retrieved the Ancient detector from her pocket. The pointer indicated the hill up which Luk had vanished, the display counting madly as the distance increased. Then it went dead. Elizabeth delved for her phone, just as the needle swung rapidly several degrees to the west, and the display galloped forward.

Oh, hell, he’s doubling back. He’s gotten over Tsigana and now I’m dinner.


Guest post:
Vampires: the Ultimate in Dangerous Heroes by Marie Treanor
Vampires are lethal. They drink human blood to sustain their own existence, they lurk in shadows and emerge only to pounce on their helpless prey. Ruthless, monstrous, terrifying…
Or at least that’s how I like to think of them. And I do mean “like” . To me, a large part of the attraction of vampires is their sheer danger. They may look handsome, sexy, may hide their murderous instincts behind a veneer of civilization, but the threat is always there. You can’t trust them.
Unlikely heroes for romance, I agree, and yet we love them! My vampire hero, Saloman, is the epitome of the dangerous vampire – ancient, sensual, powerful, murderous. And yet my human heroine, Elizabeth Silk, is aware of his attraction, even when she’s terrified of him, even when she doesn’t believe in him! This makes a fine opportunity for sexual tension and fraught encounters, not least when he captures her with the express purpose of making love to her before he kills her. He’s that inhuman. Which is fun to play with, but of course if their relationship develops beyond that, then a hero who’s quite so alien and quite so careless of human life is rather more difficult to live with!
Fortunately, Saloman has some redeeming qualities. He isn’t just sexy, he’s witty and sensitive, and once you understand his alien reasoning, his shocking actions aren’t quite so shocking. It may not make them right in the eyes of our heroine – and who could blame her! - but it makes him even more fascinating to her.
Since the third of the trilogy is due out next week, you’ve probably guessed that Saloman does not kill Elizabeth in the first book! Instead, their relationship grows, and my challenge became to keep Saloman dangerous while making him bearable to live with! There has to be a degree of trust, which develops from a gradual understanding that although Saloman is ruthless, he isn’t without purpose or feelings. He is capabale of profound love and compassion. He just doesn’t always express it – or indeed expend it! – as she might expect.
By the beginning of BLOOD ETERNAL, Elizabeth and Saloman are recognized “companions”. The issue of trust has altered slightly. Elizabeth knows that she’s safe with him, and that he’ll always protect her from any vampire or human threat. She’s extracted promises from him concerning her friends. But no one else is entirely safe from him! More than that, she’s still unsure of her place in his heart. She doesn’t trust that she’s worthy of the love of so ancient and powerful a being who can, and occasionally does, use his phenomenal powers for the good of the world as well as to promote his own interests – which are still world domination! She’s afraid she can’t hold his interest, when her relationship with him might be all that keeps humanity safe from him.
In BLOOD ETERNAL he reveals more emotion, more vulnerability concerning his past, present and future. But Saloman hasn’t retracted his claws. He’s still dangerous, still lethal.
Just the way I like him .
What about you? How “good” or “bad” do you like your vampire heroes?

Giveaway: One print copy of Blood Eternal US only
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-Enter by Friday, October 7th

Monday, September 26, 2011

Review:Caressed by Moonlight by Amanda J. Greene


Title:Caressed by Moonlight
Author:Amanda J. Greene
Pages:283
Publisher:Amanda Greene (May 6th, 2011)
Source:Received for review
Reading Level:Romance
Rating:4 Paws-Pawtastic!





Summary:
Dorian Vlakhos is no ordinary aristocrat. He is a vampire king, who will do anything to save his clan from complete annihilation, before an ancient curse can claim his immortal life.

Penniless and orphaned, Victoria Kingston has nothing to bring to a marriage, yet she must shackle an unsuspecting gentleman into marriage by the end of the month or forfeit her rights as guardian of her younger sister. With the help of her dearest friend, Victoria begins her hunt, and vows to stay far away from the dark, mysterious, Dorian Vlakhos.

After meeting the beautifully innocent Miss Kingston, Dorian had to have her. He would do absolutely anything to make Victoria his. One sweet stolen kiss would bring them together while a force, more powerful than any vampire, would bind them for all eternity, but treachery, war, and death rule Dorian’s dark world and Victoria would be fortunate to survive.


Review:
I simply adore vampire kings. I love to read how different authors see their vampires in their world but when it comes to the King of the Vampire's I always love to see if the author sees them as total anarchs, or secretly sensitive. And Dorian Vlakhos is one... well you'll have to read it to find out.

Dorian Vlakhos is one amazing Vampire King. He not only want to do everything to protect his people but when he sees Victoria Kingston, he can't help but want to help her. The fact that he's attracted to her does help a bit... But that's not the point, well not the whole pint at least, the point is Dorian is not only a vampire King but he has a heart. Or does he? That, is up to you to decide.

I absolutely loved Dorian and Victoria's story. I was very upset when half way through did I realize I had to go to the store, Barnes and Nobles so I wasn't too sad, but right when I came back, I started reading again and finished the book. Greene had a wonderful mixture of aristocratic times, gowns and coats, blood, action, and romance! Victoria was such a doll, a good thing folks, she did what she had to do to protect her sister from her awful aunt and she wasn't a prude about it. I mean if it means spending time with King Dorian, who would be?

Caressed by Moonlight was an amazing start to what I'm sure will be an incredible series. I read the book in a little less then three hours and I enjoyed every second of both Dorian and Victoria's relationship, or just seeing them grow as characters. When in the mood for a good Victorian type vampire romance, I will definitely be visiting Caressed by Moonlight time and time again.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Blog Tour:An Unexpected Bride




Titile:An Unexpected Bride
Author:Shodonna Richards
Pages:206
Publisher:CreateSpace (August 5th, 2011)
Source:Received for review
Reading Level:Fiction

Summary:
Desperate to fulfill her ailing grandfather’s last wish to see her settle down and get married, Emma Wiggins, a 30-year-old, career-focused executive tells him a little white lie on his deathbed that she is in fact engaged--to her boss, deliciously handsome and emotionally unavailable, Evan Fletcher.

The situation takes an unexpected turn when her grandfather's condition improves slightly and to her shock, he goes ahead and arranges a wedding ceremony at his hospital bedside before he passes on. Now, all Emma has to do is convince unsuspecting, commitment-phobic Evan to tie the knot with her in seven days. Can love blossom in the most unlikely situation?


Excerpt:

1


“You mean to tell me, you can’t find a decent man? Not one?”
“Grampa!” Emma Wiggins felt the blood siphon from her face. She could not believe she was having this conversation.
She shifted her hips uncomfortably on the hospital bedside of her ailing grandfather, trying to find the right words to say. She knew quite well where he was going with his comment. He was desperate to see her settle down, get married and have kids one day. But after her previously tainted relationships left her with emotional burns to 70 percent of her heart, no way was she going down that yellow brick road to happiness again. There’s no place like home…alone.
“Oh, Gramps!” she whispered, tilting her head to the side, gently stroking his wrinkled forehead with her free hand as if comforting a fragile kitten.
“Look, I promise you, I won’t end up…dying alone and penniless. You have my word on it—okay?”
Her whispered reassurance was virtually inaudible as she ingested what seemed like a handful of sand in her throat. Was that a promise she could even keep? She wanted to give him hope, something to cheer about. Especially now as he neared the end of his long time battle with what he called "a dreadful opponent that had a habit of sneaking up at the wrong time—prostate cancer."
The long-term care unit at Mercy Springs Memorial Hospital was unusually quiet during the busy lunch hour. The place was tranquil except for the sound of the air conditioner gently humming in the background and the odd clanking of knives scraping plates as some patients ate their meals. The aroma of hospital food filled the air. The scent of fresh cut flowers she’d bought and placed at the bedside table wafted to her nostrils. She eyed his untouched lunch tray. The smell of mashed potato with gravy and sliced beef reminded her she hadn't eaten.
Laced with guilt, Emma glanced down at her watch. She didn’t want to leave him. Not ever. Not after what the doctor told her about his prognosis. But she didn’t want to push her luck at work either. Her boss, Evan Fletcher, president of Fletcher Advertising where she worked as an account executive had been more than kind already to extend her lunch hour to visit her ailing Gramps. They had the pivotal conference call meeting in half an hour with one of their biggest potential clients. She didn’t want to blow this. Not now.
This was a career clincher for her. But speaking of careers.... Her grandfather, whom she’d always referred to as Gramps when she was a little girl and had trouble pronouncing Grandpa, just finished a fresh round of chastising his only granddaughter for putting career ahead of love and family. If only he knew. She would love to have a family and a husband. But…
Her grandfather, Mr. Wiggins, reclined weakly and peered at her with droopy eyelids. His favorite pair of thick brown spectacles propped on the tip of his nose. He felt comfortable with them on, even when resting. The head of his bed elevated to a ninety degree angle. The green and white hospital bed sheets covered him up to his chest. He hadn’t eaten much during the past few days. He appeared older than his eighty years. Emma knew her grandfather loved her and wanted the best for her. She was also painfully aware that he regretted only having one child, a son, Emma’s father. Oh, she looked like her dad. Deep, almond shaped brown eyes that sparkled, dark, curly long ebony hair that shined. And a dimpled smile to melt even the coldest of hearts. Always willing, always helpful.
“I know that silly guy hurt you when he left you but—"
“Oh, Gramps. Why are you talking about that now? I’m so over him.” She emphasized the "so" and bit down on her lower lip. She wished she could simply delete the bitter memory of her ex-fiancé’s betrayal from her mind. She longed to erase the baggage of emotional scars he packed her off with. Yes, her hope was singed during that nasty breakup period, but she couldn’t dwell on relationships now. Her work was her love. And so was Gramps.
“Sometimes you need to take your messed up relationships with a grain of grace so you can appreciate when the right one comes along. I just don’t want to see you let him ruin your chances of happiness with someone else. In hindsight, I can say that other guy was a goof, not worthy of you!” He struggled to lean forward and touched her cascading mane of dark, spiralling curls.
Emma was amazed at his strength. She didn’t realise that many palliative patients had energy before their inevitable demise. In fact, she was always in amazement when she visited the quiet unit. Patients were up and about, walking, conversing, and partaking of typical activities. Of course, not all patients were responsive and ambulatory. It was a mixture of diagnosis, prognosis, and illness processes. The ages of the patients ranged from eighteen-years-old to those who reached their ninety-ninth year.
“You realise you’re my only grandchild.” A muffled cough emitted from his throat. He grabbed a tissue from the side table and covered his mouth with it, coughed up, and wiped his mouth clean before tossing the Kleenex in the black garbage bin by his bedside. “The Wiggins line will be finished if you don’t marry and have kids, pumpkin,” he emphasised tearfully, water filling his eyes. Emma could barely watch him cry.
Just then, one of the nurses, a perky redhead sporting bright pink scrubs, bought in a plate with a slice of cake on it. Her cheeks glowing red.
“Oh, what’s the occasion?” Emma was glad to change the subject as she peered at the icing on the cake.
“Oh, this is from Mr. Harry next door. His granddaughter just got married in the room.”
“Married? Here?”
“Yes.” The nurse placed the cake on the table before the untouched tray of food. “We sometimes get requests for wedding ceremonies to take place at the bedside for palliative patients who are too ill to otherwise attend. He wanted to give his daughter away. We arranged for the chaplain to do the honors, but sometimes patient's family members bring in their own minister.” The nurse smiled and fixed Emma's grandfather’s pillow and repositioned him before darting out of the room.
Emma couldn’t help but notice her grandfather’s fresh round of tears.
“What’s wrong, Gramps?” Surprise caught her voice.
“I just wished it were you, pumpkin. It’s my only wish before I go to be with your dear old grandma to see you get married, settle down, have a family. You’re hiding yourself in your work. There’s so much more to life than work, you know. We all need love, pumpkin. It won’t be nice to be alone when I’m gone—" His voice cracked and broke off. “I just hate to think you’ll be alone with no one. Just don’t give up too easy on finding true love.”
Emma’s heart took a serious plunge into the deep end of despair. She could bear no more. If only he knew it was just as unsettling to her as it was to him to see her in this state.
Lord knows she tried hard to make things work with her ex-fiancé, of whom she could barely bring herself to recite his name. But, oh, nothing escaped the careful observation of her grandfather. He knew her all too well.
Truth was, she really did hide behind her work, bury herself in its corporate arms, lose herself to the company’s aims and objectives.
But it was the perfect cover. And why not? She’d at least be doing some good service while keeping her mind busy at the same time.
Why not pour her heart into working to change images through advertising? Fulfill a need. Utilize her communications skills to write and design advertisements for special clients to inform the public about products and services that could help them to make their lives better. Contribute to economic growth. Yes, there were some things much more critical than love, Emma tried to convince herself.
Still, she really couldn’t live with herself knowing the doctor told her in the family meeting earlier that Gramps only had days to live. Days! How could she not want to see him happy?
Her large, tearful brown eyes surveyed his aging, graceful face as if each blessed, earned wrinkle had a story of its own to tell. Her eyes penetrated his dark, kind, tired eyes glazed over with cataracts. At one time, this same pair of eyes was so filled with life. Love. Hope.
He was all she had now.
She was all he had.
Those time-honoured crow's-feet in the corners of his eyes ever so present. Each representing wisdom and sacrifice made to his country. His family.
“Gramps, don’t worry. I’m…I’m okay. I-”
His tears fell hard like the Texas rain. Her grandfather bellowed out in pain. Her grandfather, the stronghold of the family, loving, determined, but wore his heart on his shirt sleeves, was never afraid to weep. That took a powerful man to do that. This same man took her in when everyone else—meaning her parents—could not care for her.
Soon, the nurse would come back in and wonder what Emma did to upset this poor, dying man.
“Gramps, I didn’t want to tell you before but…I’m seeing someone. I am getting married.” Liar.
Emma bit down on her full, defined lips. Anything to make him happy—a dying man’s last wish. But before Emma could stop herself, she swallowed another hard lump of reality. What did she just do? Did she just tell a lie to spare his feelings? She could shoot herself. But she hoped he didn’t hear amongst his own wailing.
As if someone turned off a faucet, his flow of tears almost dried up immediately.
“What did you just say, darlin’?” He sniffled and grabbed a tissue at the bedside to dab at his tears, his shaky hand removed his spectacles while the other free one wiped his eyes.
“I’m…you know…” Hesitation. Crackles shadowed her vocal chords.
“Getting married? Sweetheart, that’s wonderful news. Why didn’t you tell your dear old Gramps before? Getting me all worried. Who’s the lucky guy? What’s his name?” He peered over his spectacles. A light seemed to beam from his face.
Okay, now what do I say?
“Um…”
Think, Emma. Think.
“Evan.” She could kick herself. By the time she was through she would be beaten and worn.
“Evan who?”
Okaaay.
“Fletcher.” Good Lord. Okay, now I’ve done it. What’s wrong with me?
She tried to convince herself she wasn’t entirely dishonest. She was seeing her sexy, heart-stopping, gorgeous boss Evan for the sole purpose of work—every day. They worked closely at the agency for the past three years—sometimes late nights to meet tight deadlines, travelling together. He’d promoted her from new grad receptionist to office manager to account coordinator and possibly more. He’d always believed in her. She admired him from afar. Though Evan was as distant as a star in the galaxy from Earth. Okay, so he was a self-professed bachelor who had made it known to staff he despises the institution called marriage. He’d never know about this little secret lie she just spilled out to her grandfather.
Emma’s BlackBerry vibrated with a gentle hum. It was the office. Evan probably wanted to know where she was—since they had that important conference call shortly.
“I’d love to see him,” her grandfather blurted out. “When are you going to bring him by so that we can meet?”
Emma’s entire body stiffened.


Enjoyed that? I know I did when I first read it! Expect my review soon!

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Sept 22 – Just One More Paragraph http://tweezlereads.blogspot.com/

Monday, September 12, 2011

ARC Review:Animal Attraction by Jill Shalvis


Title:Animal Attraction
Author:Jill Shalvis
Pages:304
Publisher:Berkley Sensation (October 4th, 2011)
Source:Received for review from author
Reading Level:Romance
Rating:4 Paws-
Pawtastic!


Summary:
She's tempting his basic instincts...
Sunshine, Idaho, is a quiet ranching town that provides a perfect refuge for injured animals... and sometimes people. And veterinarian Dell Connelly suspect there's a reason his clinic's uberefficient receptionist has taken shelter here.

Jade Bennett couldn't be happier to escape her well-meaning but smothering family and their expectations, not to mention the big-city jungle. There's nothing like working with animals, having forlorn, grumpy stray kitten ruggedly sexy boss to help her forget her past.

But Dell's seductive, alluring ways have sparked an uncontrollable desire, one Jade hand't expected to feel again. And though Dell has never had time for love, Jade's strength and sass is kind of no red-blooded male can resist...



Review:
I love Dell. First of all, what animal lover doesn't has a certain type of love for veterinarians, and second, if Dell was my veterinarian, I'd have some love for him too! From the first line in the book, I knew it was going to be a good ride. What's that? You want the first line? Okay, okay.

"'Come on, baby,' he murmured. 'Give it up to me. You know you want to.'"

Yes, that was Dell. And if you want to hear, or read, more of him you'l have to wait till the release date! Trust me folks, it'll be worth it.

Animal Attraction was the perfect mix of cute fuzzy animals and hot animal attraction. Seriously. Dell and Jade, Jade and Dell, they make a purrfect pair. And that cute little kitten on the cover, yup, that cute little kitten is definitely like icing on their cake. And Dell, oh Dell, he is the sweetest thing ever! I adored him as a Vet. he was fantastic with the animals, always knowing what to do... and with Jade.

Jade has a lot going on in her, life, battling demons as Adam says, and Dell is great with her. Dell deals with hurt animals for a living so he knows exactly when to stop and push when it comes with Jade. And despite what she says, Jade wants it. I mean, who wouldn't with a boss like Dell? But like with any hurt animal, or person, it takes a lot of time before Jade feels comfortable with Dell and her feelings, and let me be the one to tell you, they're ride is enjoyable!

I'm more of a city girl myself but I found myself wanting to visit a place like Sunshine! It always seems like all of the hot, marry-type men are in little cities. I might just have to change my ways if it means finding one, especially one like Dell! And, if he's a Vet. that's definitely a plus in my book!

Sunshine and all of the people/animals in it had me fall in love. I love Dell and Jade and even Lilah and Brady. If you love fuzzy animals, hot Vets, and heroines who are fighting demons (not literally) and find comfort in the hero, Animal Attraction is definitely the book for you. It was definitely one for me!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Invasion of 2020

Hello all,

Leilani here with a little about Ami Blackwelder's new book! Check it out!



Paranormal and SciFi Author Ami Blackwelder will have two new books out soon!

Find out more about her and her books at http://amiblackwelder.blogspot.com


The Invasion of 2020, the first book in the Shifter Evolutions series is scheduled to be released Sept 1st 2011, (Books 1-5 are out now)
The Invasion of 2020 is the prequel to Shifters of 2040. The Shifter Evolutions begins with the middle book, The Shifters of 2040, and gives the reader the choice for the past or future. This release of the first book in the series, The Invasion of 2020, will allow readers to engage the series chronologically also.
Readers will enjoying finding out more about Uri Petrov and Dr. Samantha Croon as they discover what exactly brought the shifters to Earth and what sparked human fears. Who was the young Marn and young Raul and what molded them into who they became?


Ami Blackwelder is a forbidden romance writer in the paranormal and historical romance genre. Growing up in Florida, she went to UCf and in 1997 received her BA in English and teaching credentials. She travelled overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. Thailand is considered her second home now. She has always loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her novels began when she was in Thailand.

Having won the Best Fiction Award from the University of Central Florida (Yes, The Blair Witch Project University;), her fiction From Joy We Come, Unto Joy We Return was published in the on campus literary magazine: Cypress Dome and remains to this day in University libraries around the country. Later, she achieved the Semi-Finals in a Laurel Hemingway contest and published a few poems in the Thailand’s Expat magazine, and an article in the Thailand’s People newspaper. Additionally, she has published poetry in the Korea’s AIM magazine, the American Poetic Monthly magazine and Twisted Dreams Magazine.

http://amiblackwelder.blogspot.com

Sounds good right? I know! I'll have to snag myself a copy to go with the rest of the series! Visit Ami and the above link to look at all of her amazing books and where to snag yourself a copy!