Weekly Wrap Up: October 13th through October 19th 2019

Books I’ve Read:

Christmas Angels


My Best Friend’s Sister

Ice Hard

The Widow of Rose House

Books with Pending Reviews:

Sweet Retribution—review coming September 17th

Books with Published Reviews:

Christmas in Harmony Harbor—Review Here

Sweet Retribution—Review Here

The Widow of Rose House—Review Here

Cilka’s Journey—Review Here

Lethal Nights—Review Here

NetGalley Requests:

Author/Publisher Requests:

Releasing Keanu (Instant ARC from author)

Jesse and The Return of Antheia (author request/not on Goodreads)

Jesse & The Thinkers (author request)

The Angel of Evil (author request)

The Wrongful Death (author request)

The Die of Death (author request)

Blog Tours/Excerpts/Book Blitz/Cover Reveal:

Winter’s Captive—Book Blitz

Sweet Retribution—Blog Tour

Kingdom of Thorns and Dreams Boxed Set—Book Blitz

Dark Faerie-–Cover Reveal

The Alchemist and an Amaretto—Book Blitz

Samba—Book Blitz

Grayton Beach Dreams—Book Blitz

The Ghost on Firefly Lane—Cover Reveal

Rhodes—Cover Reveal

Kingdom of Darkness and Light boxed set—Cover Reveal

Scorpion Blood—Excerpt

The Widow of Rose House—Blog Tour

Magic Harbor—Excerpt

Alfheim Academy—Book Blitz

To Kill a Fae—Book Blitz

Drowning Lessons—Book Blitz

Winter King—Book Blitz

Seven Letters—Excerpt

Tesoro—Book Blitz

Weekly Posts:

Weekly Wrap Up

Top Ten Tuesday

WWW Wednesday


Book Blitz: Primal Mate (Alphas of Sandor: Book 2) by Tabitha Black

Primal Mate 
by Tabitha Black 
(Alphas of Sandor, #2) 
Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Publication date: October 15th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction


Book Synopsis:

It happened at the worst possible time…

Nobody knows my terrible secret – not my friends, not my colleagues, not even my powerful father. All this time, I’ve been living and working amongst them as a respected, high-powered Alpha woman. 

The only thing saving me from certain ruin and the destruction of my dreams are the suppressants I take daily, the medication I’ve been using to hide in plain sight. Because, in truth, I’m an Omega.

And then the unthinkable happens. The suppressants stop working in a crowded room full of Alpha men, one of whom decides we’re fated to be together.

He will pursue me until I surrender but while my body craves him, I refuse to give up my life to become nothing more than an Alpha’s mate…

Publisher’s Note: This dark MF Omegaverse romance contains elements of power exchange and explicit scenes which may trigger some readers.


Evander was used to her haughtiness, her fits of temper, her icy self-control. But seeing this new vulnerable, broken side of her made something deep in his chest crack open and ache. “The gods saw fit to put us together,” he said, forcing himself to remain calm, “and you agreed. You said you were mine forever.”

“I said that because I’m in heat!” she wailed. “Because when you put your hands on me, when you do… those things, I’m no longer myself!”

“I disagree. I think you’re more yourself when you’re naked and underneath me than at any other time. You like to pretend to be an independent, icy cool Alpha but you’re an Omega at heart, sweetness. This is the real you.”


Giveaway ends October 24th.

The grand prize is:

  • A Tabitha Black prize (includes signed copy of her books Restraint and Denial, author swag, and a $10 Amazon gift card) (INT Winners would get $25 gift card)


Purchase Links:

Amazon (will go live on release date)

USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic romance for well over a decade, mostly in the age-play and historical genres. More recently, she’s discovered the joys of writing more contemporary books with a greater emphasis on BDSM, as well as darker, edgier fiction.

Having lived in four countries on three different continents, she likes to “write to discover what she knows.” 

She has a weakness for great coffee, strong, kind but dominant men, and tattoos. At the time of writing, she lives in Germany with her very own dominant, sadistic and loyal romantic hero, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face.

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Book Blitz: Million Miles Away (Million Miles: Book 1) by Alice Bane

Million Miles Away 
by Alice Bane 
(Million Miles, #1) 
Publication date: October 5th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction


Book Synopsis:

For the past year, sleep paralysis has been little more than a thorn in Natalia’s side. That is, until she meets Korin, a strange but beautiful alien being who makes her question everything she knows about the universe.

Life-changing love almost feels like an invasion.

I won’t bore you with details about the mysterious medical issues I’ve had over the last year; the sudden severe allergies to food and medication, the sleep paralysis. All I’ll tell you is that they turned my life upside down.

But I’m a rational person.

Naturally, I assumed that my mind was playing tricks on me when I saw the strange figures standing over me.

But it felt so freakishly real; especially one face in particular that always stayed with me long after I woke up.

Something about him always drew me in and I knew he was different. He made me feel different.

All my life, romance has felt like something that was reserved for everyone but me. I’d accepted that the only love in my life would be experienced through my artwork.

Now I’m questioning everything I know about myself, about reality, and especially about love.


I focused on the sound my heels made on the paved sidewalk and made sure I was maintaining my pace. I clutched the handle of my sleek black briefcase, unintentionally digging my fingernails into the palm of my free hand. Glancing up, I noted a man in a business suit coming down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I felt a sudden rush of anticipation as a smile formed on his lips.

“Anna!” he waved.

I exhaled the hopeful breath I held as a woman walking behind me pushed past and rushed into his arms. Of course, he wasn’t looking at me. I bit my lip and walked faster, attempting to forget the sting of humiliation and hoped he hadn’t noticed me.

I wasn’t worried I would be late, nor was I rushing to see my coworkers. It was Laura’s birthday and the three of us were planning on going out for drinks after work.

I groaned to myself. I love Laura and Abiola to death. They weren’t just my assistants at work; they were so much more to me than that. But it was never fun to be the only sober person at the party, and for the past year, I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. This wasn’t by choice; a while back, I developed a sleep disorder. Every night, I dreaded falling asleep, always petrified of what torments awaited me the moment I closed my eyes. Every few weeks I would suffer an episode of sleep paralysis, and every other night, I had to deal with bizarre nightmares.

As I approached the OSA building, I looked up and caught my breath. The sleek obsidian-like skyscraper towered over even the most formidable structures in its proximity. Las Vegas, a city once known only as a 24/7 celebration of debauchery and excess was now famous for being the home of OSA headquarters. While it was still possible to fulfill even the most twisted and depraved desires if one knew where to look, the drugs, prostitutes, violent sports, and other oddities had been forced underground; most of the time in a very literal sense.

Flyers and garbage no longer littered the streets. Crime, unemployment, and homelessness had all reached an all-time low and it was thanks, in part, to organizations connected with OSA. Over the past several decades, they established connections within every level of government. They had employed the most gifted individuals on the planet to reform the justice system, the prison system, health-care, welfare, and education. If there was a metaphorical pie on the table, they had a finger in it.

I stopped and took a moment to steady my nerves.

You’re going to go in there and be a good friend. I told myself. You’re going to smile and say, “Happy 29th birthday.” She’s always there for you on your best and your worst days and you’re going to make sure she knows how much she means to you. It doesn’t matter how you feel about birthdays and being sober at a party. I carefully fixed a few fly-away hairs. I had opted for a deeper red dye, hoping it would make up for the absolute bore I had become. Finally, I nodded at my reflection in the automatic doors then marched forward and entered the building.

“Welcome, Natalia,” the facial recognition scanner greeted me.

“Thank you,” I said, then shook my head irritably.

I always responded without thinking. I knew that it was only the building’s A.I. doing what it was programmed to do, but it always felt wrong to not be polite to someone, or rather something, that was always polite to me. I stretched my neck and stood a little taller. I was in my element. In a lot of ways, this felt more like home than my house. I spend more waking hours here than I ever do at home anyway. And all my friends are here. OSA has been the one place where I always thrived. I have confidence that, with my talent and gumption, I’m unstoppable within these walls. Here, I’m a goddess.

Ever since I achieved Top-Rated status, I’ve done whatever it takes to keep the quality and quantity of the work I produce up to its maximum potential. After all, I didn’t work my ass off for a scholarship to go to the best art school in the country to be anything less than extraordinary.

It was a great honor to be employed by OSA, or Our Space Association if you prefer to call it by its full name. But it’s not as if I ended up there by accident. I give this place 110% of myself every single day. I willingly put in overtime on nights, holidays, and weekends. I never called in sick unless it’s really serious, and I’ve never used a single vacation day in my entire adult life.

I made my way through the lobby, past the busy café and the gym, and walked up the first flight of stairs. Of course, I could have taken the escalator or the massive stainless-steel glass elevator, but taking the long way gave me a few extra minutes to myself. All the walls that separated the rooms on the bottom floors were made of glass. It made everything feel open and allowed everyone to take in just how huge the building was. There was no ceiling until you reached the third floor and even then, it was a vaulted dome with a projected image that changed daily.

That day, the dome projection was one of my most recent paintings depicting the Helix Nebula. I always had a special place in my heart for the Aquarius constellation that contained the iris-like Helix. Slightly creepy if you stared at it too long, but beautiful, nonetheless. It’s the closest to Earth of all the bright planetary nebulae and was the first I had ever seen as a child.

When I first got sick last year, I had gone through a brief phase where I drew human subjects, but the soft curves of the human face proved to be challenging. The faces I drew always seemed cold and angular no matter how much I practiced. It wasn’t surprising that I gave up on that and opted to stick with what I was best at, which had always been astronomic rendering.

The first three floors of the OSA headquarters were dedicated to the enjoyment of its employees. The bottom floor contained a food court and a gym. The second floor housed a games room, a Zen garden, and a theater. The third floor had a spa, salon, and what everyone called the chill cave where you could utilize sleeping pods to take a nap at any point in your workday. OSA’s doors were open around the clock, 365 a year. Management was less concerned with when its employees chose to work and more about their productivity. As long as you were completing the tasks assigned to you each week, you could set your own schedule, work at your own pace, and there were tons of perks at your fingertips anytime you needed a break.

This was another reason I excelled in that environment. I had always been a motivated person. On top of having a stellar work ethic, I discovered when I was in college that I had a unique gift for picking out images captured by OSA satellites and rendering them into works of art. My design instructor sent a digital painting of mine to his friend who was an OSA recruiter and I was offered a job fresh off the graduation stage. I soon became well-known within the company for my ability to combine one image with another and, through the manipulation of color and saturation, provoke strong emotions from those who viewed my work. Space had fascinated me since I was a little girl and delving into a detailed painting of a newly discovered astral body was a favorite escape of mine.

Abiola and Laura were the only people I felt any real connection with. High school had been such a nightmare that the moment I had the opportunity to reinvent myself, I disconnected from my old life. The person I was before I worked at OSA might as well have never existed. These women were a testament to the new life I had built since then; the dream job, the house, the body, the relationships. They were crucial pieces of the person I wanted to be, and I reminded myself that they deserved every bit of affection I could muster.

After climbing the six flights of stairs it took to reach the fourth floor, I huffed, eyeing the elevator doors. I walked up and pressed the smooth chrome button and awaited the glass chariot that would take me up to floor seven where I would spend the next nine hours of my day.

As soon as I walked into the art studio, I spotted Laura and Abiola who were already sitting at their stations giggling. Laura had a gigantic bouquet of roses from Alex and she was reading a poem that he had handwritten on the card.

“Alex is such a sweetheart. You better hang onto him,” Abiola said with a playful pinch of Laura’s arm.

Abiola was so exotic looking; curvy with mocha skin and amber colored eyes. She always wore her hair combed out into an afro. Her twist-outs were well defined and voluminous, swept back by a colorful headband that kept it all in check.

“I know,” Laura replied and fanned herself coquettishly with the card. Her blonde wavy hair was tied back in a loose ponytail with a silk sunflower clipped above her left ear. “I have no idea what I did to deserve that man.”

“You’re kind, fun, beautiful,” I piped in, “and he’s just treating you exactly how you deserve to be treated. Happy Birthday, love.”

“Nattie!” Laura squealed. “I can’t wait for tonight. It’s been ages since we all went out together.”

“That’s because I’m a big buzzkill and my stupid body won’t let me get wasted with you.”

“You don’t have to drink to go out with us,” she pulled me in for a long uncomfortable hug. “You’re still you and we love you.”

“I know,” I forced a smile.

Admitting it to myself made me feel like a horrible person, but I didn’t enjoy being sober while they were drinking. They tended to get rude and obnoxious without realizing it and my sober brain wasn’t equipped to brush things off as easily as I could when I had a good buzz going. But, to say that it felt like a chore to be their sober third wheel was an understatement. But it’s just the way things had to be.

On one occasion, I bought a bottle of wine, thinking I could pass out and sleep deeply enough to escape the nightmares. The moment I took the tiniest sip, I started throwing up so violently I could hardly take a breath between heaves. I tried to call Laura, but I couldn’t even speak to tell her what was happening. Luckily, she drove straight over, climbed in through my kitchen window and found me on my living room floor. She got me out to the car and to the hospital where they ran every test imaginable but found nothing wrong. I soon discovered that any kind of alcohol I tried to drink resulted in the same violent rebellion of my body. As my health issues intensified, I realized it wasn’t just the wine – I had developed an intolerance for anything fried or processed too.

At first, doctors were concerned that it was some sort of allergy, but they were never able to pin down exactly what the cause was. Through trial and error, all I had come to know for sure was that I had to keep my diet perfectly clean at all times if I didn’t want to spend the next 24 hours dry heaving and possibly end up in the ER again. Abiola and Laura were always supportive through all of it, accompanying me to doctor visits, always making sure to check on me, driving me to the hospital when I couldn’t get there myself. I couldn’t have asked for better people to have in my corner. However, now that I was on a strict diet, the road to recovery was pretty lonely. I knew I had become significantly less fun to hang out with.

The girls would always tease me about how put together my life was. Sure, it looked good on paper; top-rated artist in my department, an amazing house which I always kept immaculate, and when I wasn’t working, I was at the gym. They seemed to think that I had a perfect life. They had no idea how much I envied them. They both had incredible relationships with gorgeous men who doted on them endlessly. They were always commenting on how jealous they were of my body, but they also never missed a chance to eat delicious foods that I couldn’t so much as smell without getting sick. They didn’t realize that my house was always clean because it was empty and sterile; just like the rest of my life.

I didn’t even have a pet. Ever since little Ivan died, I accepted that I wasn’t pet owner material. If I couldn’t keep a goldfish alive, what chance did I have with a more complex and emotionally dependent animal? Besides, with my work schedule, it would be cruel to even try.

“Before we get started with what we’ve got on today, I need to ask you guys a really important favor,” Abiola said, circling the desk to take both mine and Laura’s hands in hers. “The two of you have been such a huge part of my life. You’ve been there for me through all my family drama and I couldn’t love you more if you were my flesh and blood sisters.”

“Abi,” Laura pushed out her bottom lip. “That’s the sweetest thing you could possibly say.”

“Well, I would be so honored if the two of you would be my bridesmaids this spring. Please say yes!”

The three of us all wrapped our arms around each other in a sickeningly sweet display of female solidarity. I forced a smile and swallowed the lump in my throat as I imagined walking down the aisle on the arm of some random groomsman who had a wife or girlfriend somewhere in the church. This would be the second time I was a bridesmaid at someone’s wedding. The old saying ‘three times a bridesmaid, never a bride’ rang out in my mind.

“I would love to be a bridesmaid at your wedding,” Laura crooned.

I mustered the minimal amount of excitement I could get away with for the situation and said, “Me too. I love you, woman,” then patted Abiola on the back.

Abiola nodded and wiped at eyeliner from beneath her watering eyes. She was an old soul with a soft heart. She spent her weekends volunteering at a children’s group home. That was where she met her fiancé Trevor, and they bonded over their dysfunctional family situations. They would probably adopt a bunch of foster kids right after their wedding and live happily ever after. She deserved that; it was all she ever wanted.

“Okay ladies,” Abiola clapped her hands. “Today we’re looking for something we can use for the promotion of the OSA campus, which will be opening next year in Portland, Oregon. Boss says our primary focus is to attract engineering and architectural students for the Lunar-retreat that’s in the works.”

“So, where do we start?” Laura said, looking right at me.

“I am going to need to work up some concept drawings for the Lunar Resort. Also, if you could give me the clearest photos of the most beautiful views the Lunar Surface has to offer, that would be cool to show exactly what the students should be aspiring to be a part of. I want to see some dramatic landscapes with visible craters, maybe some rock formations. Anything to pull people in.”

“I’m on it,” Laura nodded and sat down at her touch responsive computer.

“I’ll go to engineering to get permission to use blueprints of the resort that you can use to make the concept drawings,” Abiola said, then turned and headed towards the elevator.

It was an exciting project. I used to fantasize that by the time I was ready to retire, I would be able to cash in on all the vacation time I had accrued and maybe even spend a few of my golden years at that resort. The thought of waking up in the morning and looking out the window to see the Earth just as we see the moon from down here always gave me a sense of calm.

Four hours later, all final decisions had been made on what I wanted to use on the project. Right on cue, my trusty assistants started complaining that they were starving to death.

“If I don’t get some corned beef nachos in me in the next ten minutes, I might actually die,” Laura said and stood up dramatically from her desk.

“I want waffles and bacon,” Abiola rubbed her belly.

I sighed at the memory of bacon; I would probably just have some raw vegetables and berries. I was still looking at my screen and inspecting one of the photos, trying to decide on how I would alter the image to bring it to life. My eyes burned. I clenched them shut and rubbed them, forcing them to rest. Eye strain was the enemy and this day was proving to be particularly difficult since I had hardly slept the night before. I couldn’t shake my anxiety about today’s social gathering after work. Stress and lack of sleep usually meant a big fat migraine, which was the last thing I needed at Laura’s party .

“I’m going to head to the chill room. I need a nap more than anything.”

“You better be rested for tonight’s festivities,” Laura wagged her finger at me.

“I’ll bring my party face, I promise,” I said. I stood up but couldn’t stop the oncoming yawn. “The fatigue is killing me.”

“Yeah, no coffee or sugar in your morning will do that to you,” Abiola said with a shake of her head. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Well, it’s easy since a cup of coffee could put me in the hospital again, I guess.”

“Jesus,” Abiola pressed her fist to her mouth. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine, Abi,” I assured her. “I just need to get a little rest.”

The two girls headed down to the food court while I made my way to the sleeping pods. White, plush, and stacked like a honeycomb, they were an inviting image that screamed comfort. I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief to find my favorite lower level pod was unoccupied. Turning on the sound system, I selected a playlist I knew I could sleep through. Sometimes I would choose guided meditation tracks or audiobooks. Today’s selection was soft cello. Something about the deep tones helped me unwind no matter what was on my mind. I settled in, turning on the heated cushions and closing my eyes.

I practiced the deep breathing exercises the doctor had taught me as I pictured myself floating through a dark endless sky toward the moon’s surface. The pictures I had looked at for over four hours served to be the subject of my meditation. I inhaled deeply, focusing on relaxing my arms and legs. Exhaling, I imagined moving further out into space. In… and out…

As soon as sleep found me, I was swept up in a flurry of blinding light. My stomach turned as the light began strobing violently, causing me to feel disoriented. My body tensed as I realized it had been several weeks since I’d had an episode. Right on schedule, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Oh no, no, no, no… I can’t deal with this right now, not at work!

I struggled to wake myself, I couldn’t move. The cold sensation of a smooth metallic surface beneath me was confusing. I felt my fingertips twitch as I tried desperately to flail any and all limbs that might respond to my will, but my body remained where it was. I strained to sit up or scream, but I couldn’t even open my mouth. I was trapped, overwhelmed by the weight of my chest collapsing in on itself. If I didn’t put every ounce of will I possessed into sucking air through my nostrils, I had a very real fear that my body would simply shut down, leaving my body as a cold stiff corpse which might be found hours later in my cozy little pod. Filling my lungs with intention, I gasped for air, breath after panicked breath, hoping someone would notice and wake me.

The strobing intensified for what felt like several minutes and when it finally stopped, there remained a constant blinding light that made my eyes water. Tears streamed from the outer corners of my eyes into my ears.

“Help… me…” I managed to whisper to no one in particular.

From the edge of my vision, a blurry figure leaned over me.

“Please,” I sobbed, trying to turn my head to get a better look at who it was, but I couldn’t.

My chest burned as my heart pounded out of control. I tried to calm myself by reciting the scientific facts about what I knew was happening.

During REM sleep, your muscles are essentially turned off to keep you from sleepwalking. When a person wakes up during REM, they are fully conscious but completely paralyzed. Usually, physical stimulation from someone rubbing or shaking them will pull the victim out of the purgatorial state. Unfortunately, living alone means I have no one to rescue me during these episodes, which can sometimes last for hours.

 “Just close your eyes. Everything will be okay,” a distorted voice spoke through the fog of my half-conscious state.

Maybe my brain is morphing the cello music into a voice. Sleep paralysis is often accompanied by waking dreams or hallucinations, after all.

I thought I could force myself to come out of it but, instead, I moved even deeper into unconsciousness. It wasn’t like falling, but more like being underwater and sinking slowly. I struggled against what felt like a chemically induced calm. I tried again to force myself awake but couldn’t. The darkness swallowed me up and I finally surrendered to it.

To my surprise, I suddenly found myself vividly aware of two things; one, the fact that I was breathing without much effort, and two, I was no longer in my cushioned sleeping pod, but rather stretched out flat on my back on a cold metal surface. All efforts to move just made me realize that what I was experiencing was very different from the sleep paralysis I was familiar with. I could move my fingers and flex my wrists and feet. There were actual physical restraints fastened around my wrists, neck, forehead, and ankles that were preventing me from moving.

Blinking hard, I strained to look around at my surroundings. The entire room was reflective as if every surface and object was made from surgical steel. It was shockingly cold, almost like the inside of a walk-in refrigerator. I grunted, twisting my wrists in hopes that I could slip out the straps.

There was a continuous hum that was so low I didn’t hear it so much as felt it vibrating through my entire body. There was a spherical light that seemed to be floating in the air a few feet over me. The ceiling was high above that and almost too dark for me to make out anything but the vague shape of what might have been a reflection of myself and the rest of the room around me. I strained to see past the light so I could study what else I could make out in the reflective ceiling. My heart pounded in my ears as my attention was drawn to a distorted human shape in the darkness at my side.

A chill spread through my body as I realized that someone, or something, was quietly watching me struggle but I couldn’t for the life of me work out who, as the silhouette disappeared from my view the moment I noticed it. Even when I turned my eyes as far as I could, the dark corners of the room remained completely obscured. Regardless of the deafening silence and the fact that I couldn’t see anyone, I knew someone was there.


Giveaway ends October 10th.

The grand prize is:

  • $15 Amazon gift card


Purchase Links:


Alice Bane holds a BSc and a voracious interest in all things extra-terrestrial. Self-identifying as a citizen of the universe, she has opted to travel the cosmos through her words. Million Miles Away is her debut Sci-Fi Romance novel.



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Amy’s Square by Dominic Schunker

Amy's Square by [Schunker, Dominic]

4 Stars

Publisher: Off World Publishing

Date of publication: October 1st, 2019

Genre: Science Fiction

Where you can find Amy’s Square: Amazon | BookBub

Book Synopsis:

The world continues to let children die every day from thirst and starvation, poisoned water and disease, and the world continues to let the Earth die.

A man, destroyed by the desertion of his wife, comes out the other side and finds a mission. It’s bold. It’s crazy. He’s not totally sure what’s at the end of it but he has to follow it. It’s a terrifying leap away from his world but it ends up being a mission to rescue the very substance of life.

From the ancient Aztecs to the Moroccan desert, Spanish highways to the remote fields of Russia, clues appear, people die and someone gets ever closer to him.

The children, the generation who must eventually find the answer, silently guide him to the truth.

And it’s a truth that will change everything.

First Line:

It’s only when a mosquito lands on your balls do you learn to resolve your conflict without violence

Amy’s Square by Dominic Schunker

My Review:

When I read the blurb for Amy’s Square, my initial first impression was that this book was going to be a book like The DaVinci Code. Since I liked The DaVinci Code, I decided that I would read Amy’s Square.

Amy’s Square’s plotline took a while to get going. It crept, which I didn’t enjoy. I understood that the author was world and character building, but I wanted it to go faster. When the book finally did get moving, about halfway through the book, it flew along.

Another issue that I had with Amy’s Square is that it was filled with British slang. At first, it confused me (and my phone got a workout from Googling it), but I got used to it.

I pitied Abe for the first half of the book. I couldn’t imagine being dumped the way he was. No wonder he was a mess!! I would have been too. Then the second half of the book came around, and I loved him. When he got his diagnosis, he decided to live. That included spying on a company called xLight and refinding love.

The author didn’t get into xLight. What was explained as it was a huge corporation that had its hand in some bad things that were happening. On the one hand, I wished that he told it, but on the other hand, I loved the mystery.

The end of Amy’s Square had a couple of twists that I didn’t see coming. The first one left me with my mouth open, but the second one made me put my book down and say, “NO!!!!”.

I would give Amy’s Square an Adult rating. There is sex. There is language. There is violence. I would recommend that no one under the age of 21 read this book.

I would reread Amy’s Square. I would recommend it to family and friends.

**I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book**

WWW Wednesday: October 2nd, 2019


WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Wars.

The Three Ws are:

What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?

What I am currently reading:

Amy's Square by [Schunker, Dominic]

The world continues to let children die every day from thirst and starvation, poisoned water and disease, and the world continues to let the Earth die.

A man, destroyed by the desertion of his wife, comes out the other side and finds a mission. It’s bold. It’s crazy. He’s not totally sure what’s at the end of it but he has to follow it. It’s a terrifying leap away from his world but it ends up being a mission to rescue the very substance of life.

From the ancient Aztecs to the Moroccan desert, Spanish highways to the remote fields of Russia, clues appear, people die and someone gets ever closer to him.

The children, the generation who must eventually find the answer, silently guide him to the truth.

And it’s a truth that will change everything.

I started Amy’s Square last night. Honestly, the book did get off to a rough start. But I am beginning to like it!!

Amy’s Square is currently available for purchase. Be on the lookout for my review within the next few days.

I recently finished reading:

Highland Jewel: A Royal Highlander Novel by [McGoldrick, May]

The next book in the new lush Scottish historical series from USA Today bestselling author, May McGoldrick.

Maisie Murray is the picture of docility, quiet and compliant in the eyes of her family. To her activist friends, however, she’s a fearless crusader for women’s rights. In the wake of the Peterloo Massacre, Maisie and a friend found the Edinburgh Female Reform Society, and she carries the banner for universal suffrage.

Niall Campbell, a hero of the wars, a decorated officer of the Royal Highland Regiment, is battle weary and searching for stability in his life. A fierce warrior by training and a poet at heart, Niall walks away from the shining career that lies ahead of him, to the dismay of his superiors. In saving his sister when a protest turns violent, he meets Maisie. Their relationship begins as one of experience versus idealism, of scars versus hope. Soon, however, he finds in Maisie the heart he longs for.

When Niall’s sister is arrested and disappears, he quickly realizes his life is not his own, for the British authorities have a mission for him to accomplish in exchange for his sister’s freedom. Overnight, Maisie loses Niall, her friend, and her home. And the wake of the riots that sweep through the cities of Scotland, Maisie’s own sister Isabella is branded a traitor to the crown, and the family must flee to the Highlands. Here in the heart of the Highlands, Maisie runs into Niall again. He has a new name and carries a message of hope―but Niall has a task to complete―and their future rests on their ability to overcome the forces that divide them, or―for the future of Scotland―she must stop the man who owns her heart.

I loved this book and feel bad that I didn’t get to it sooner. I kept putting it off. But, once I started reading it, I couldn’t put it down. It was that good!!

Highland Jewel is currently available for purchase. Look for my review to be published within the next couple of days.

What books I think I’ll read next:

The Devil's Apprentice: The Great Devil War I by [Andersen, Kenneth B., Andersen, Kenneth Bøgh]

Philip is a good boy, a really good boy, who accidentally gets sent to Hell to become the Devil’s heir. The Devil, Lucifer, is dying and desperately in need of a successor, but there’s been a mistake and Philip is the wrong boy. Philip is terrible at being bad, but Lucifer has no other choice than to begin the difficult task of training him in the ways of evil. Philip gets both friends and enemies in this odd, gloomy underworld—but who can he trust, when he discovers an evil-minded plot against the dark throne?

The Devil’s Apprentice is volume 1 in The Great Devil War-series.

The Earl of Smugglers' Cove: Regency Romance: An Exciting Tale of Romance and Smuggling in Regency Cornwall by [Carteret, Kate]


When Sir Edmund Tate dies, he leaves his daughter in the care of his old friend, The Earl of Northcott. He is a kindly guardian, one whom Clarissa grows very fond of. But he’s a man with a secret, and that secret sent his youngest son to live in the house on Smuggler’s Cove.

When the Earl hints at the secret in his last days, Clarissa wonders if she will ever discover the truth behind the rift which made father and son strangers for so many years and turned one brother against the other.

Left in the care of Philip Ravenswood, the successor to the Earldom of Northcott, Clarissa finds herself drawn deeper and deeper into a secret friendship with his handsome but unconventional brother, Felix, visiting the beautiful Smugglers’ Cove more and more. She is a little afraid of his reputation, but cannot stop herself falling for him.

When smugglers return to the old cove, dangerous men determined to keep Cornwall’s old tradition alive, can Clarissa find the truth and stop suspicion falling upon Felix. And can she uncover the biggest secret of them all to lift the veil from the lie the Northcott Estate has sheltered beneath for so long?

A tale of love, excitement, and mystery on the rugged, beautiful, and sometimes unforgiving Cornish Coast.

Lethal Nights: A Brute Force Novel by [Leigh, Lora]

Ilya Dragonovich is no stranger to the dark side. As a safe-house owner for security agency Brute Force, Dragon knows that the battle line between good and evil runs through the heart of every man―and, sometimes, a beautiful woman…

Emma Jane Preston needs help. After her marriage crumbled, she believed she could get back to a normal, happy life. But her ex-husband moved among some shady characters, and now she needs the kind of protection that comes at a cost―one that only someone like Dragon can provide. But can Emma Jane trust this handsome, undercover operator to keep her safe when she is in danger of falling into the arms of the deeply seductive, fiery Dragon. . .and never letting go?


Cilka's Journey: A Novel by [Morris, Heather]

From the author of the multi-million copy bestseller, The Tattooist of Auschwitz, comes the new novel based on an incredible true story of love and resilience.

Her beauty saved her life – and condemned her.

Cilka is just sixteen years old when she is taken to Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration Camp, in 1942. The Commandant at Birkenau, Schwarzhuber, notices her long beautiful hair, and forces her separation from the other women prisoners. Cilka learns quickly that power, even unwillingly given, equals survival.

After liberation, Cilka is charged as a collaborator for sleeping with the enemy and sent to Siberia. But what choice did she have? And where did the lines of morality lie for Cilka, who was sent to Auschwitz when still a child?

In a Siberian prison camp, Cilka faces challenges both new and horribly familiar, including the unwanted attention of the guards. But when she makes an impression on a woman doctor, Cilka is taken under her wing. Cilka begins to tend to the ill in the camp, struggling to care for them under brutal conditions.

Cilka finds endless resources within herself as she daily confronts death and faces terror. And when she nurses a man called Ivan, Cilka finds that despite everything that has happened to her, there is room in her heart for love.

Christmas in Harmony Harbor: Includes a bonus story by [Mason, Debbie]

Fans of RaeAnne Thayne and Debbie Macomber will love this USA Today bestselling author’s latest holiday romance about enemies-to-lovers who fall for each other in a small Massachusetts coastal town.

Evangeline Christmas will do anything to save her year-round Christmas store, Holiday House, when high-powered real-estate developer Caine Elliot uses his money and influence to push through his competing property next door. When her last desperate attempt to stop him fails, she gambles everything on a proposition she prays the handsome, blue-eyed player can’t refuse.

Caine agrees to Evie’s bargain because how hard can it be to fulfill three wishes on the Angel Tree at Holiday House? The wishes have him reliving the Christmases of his past and taking part in the holiday festivities of Christmas present. But just when he begins to believe Evie might be his Christmas future, dark secrets from his past are revealed.

Will the last wish on the Angel Tree be enough to give Caine and Evie the happy ending they deserve?

Delicious Disasters by [Anderson, Isabella Louise]

When Tessa Markham’s bookstore gets bought out, she is forced to face an uncertain future. After her best friend challenges her to start baking, she accepts—even if the last time she baked wasn’t what she would call a delicious success.

After a small kitchen fire, Tessa’s life begins to change. She finds encouragement from a sexy fireman, agrees to a questionable ruse to help another business owner with a complicated situation, and needs to be there for her best friend now more than ever.

Can a delicious disaster lead to a new future and a successful baking career?

Naked Mole Rat Saves the World by [Rivers, Karen]

Can Kit’s super-weird superpower save her world?

Kit-with-a-small-k is navigating middle school with a really big, really strange secret: When she’s stressed, she turns into a naked mole rat.

It first happened after kit watched her best friend, Clem, fall and get hurt during an acrobatic performance on TV. Since then, the transformations keep happening—whether kit wants them to or not. Kit can’t tell Clem about it, because after the fall, Clem just hasn’t been herself. She’s sad and mad and gloomy, and keeping a secret of her own: the real reason she fell.

A year after the accident, kit and Clem still haven’t figured out how to deal with all the ways they have transformed—both inside and out. When their secrets come between them, the best friends get into a big fight. Somehow, kit has to save the day, but she doesn’t believe she can be that kind of hero. Turning into a naked mole rat isn’t really a superpower. Or is it?

Small-Town Secrets (Door County Book 1) by [Watson, Margaret]


Gabe Townsend has a lot of nerve to show up after seven years and book in to her B and B. It hadn’t been easy for Kendall Van Allen to move on after her husband was killed. But she’d persevered, picking up the pieces, running a successful business and raising two girls on her own. She’s put aside the guilt over her part in Carter’s death. But she’ll never forgive herself … or Gabe.

And Gabe hasn’t even told her the whole truth. But the more he’s around Kendall and the children, the more he grows to love them and want what’s best for them. Can he really tell them the truth?

Book Blitz: Alien Love: Ella & Krian by Vera E. Unita

Alien Love: Ella & Krian 
by Vera E. Unita 
Publication date: October 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction


Book Synopsis:

Mischief and lies brought us together but as soon as I learn the truth, I promise to help her.
She is mine now and everyone, who ever hurt her, will feel my wrath.

My people are dying. We won the war against the Rakes but they poisoned our water and one after another our females died.
We searched the solar system for a compatible species, humans piqued our interest. As King of Krotan it is my duty to test our scientist’s theory. Thanks to the matchmaking agency Alien Kinka tiny human called Ella Bellini comes to Krotan. Something feels off, though…

I was kidnapped, f*cking kidnapped.
When I realize that I have been sold to planet Krotan, home to an infamous warrior people, I didn’t expect to be put into a luxurious suite. And I really didn’t expect my tall, overly muscled captor to look confused, when he comes for me in the night and I fight him with everything I’ve got. What did he expect? That I wanted to be here with him?
Problem is, we don’t understand each other. But he stopped, that’s everything that counts. Perhaps the sexy as hell alien will even help me, once we find a way to communicate?

Every book in the series can be read as a standalone, HEA guaranteed! This fast and steamy romance is intended for adult readers—have fun! 


My legs felt shaky and suddenly being able to understand his language was overwhelming. 

We could finally talk to each other! 

The thought was like a lightning strike. I needed to tell him everything that had happened! Hopefully he could really help me find Sia. “We were just walking down the street, when they came at us,” I began. My tongue felt strange, as if talking Krotan needed different motions than I was used to. He had hacked my brain with his translator, right now I didn’t care anymore, after all I was finally able to communicate properly with him.

With Krian, I reminded myself. The Krotan warrior had a name.

“They drugged us, I only woke up again in the cargo bay of their ship.” The memory of how scared I’d been made me shake even now, months later. Staring at the floor, I didn’t see him coming. Suddenly there were arms pulling me towards a heavy, reliable chest. “You’re safe.” The dark timbre of his voice vibrated throughout my whole body, it made my skin prickle but the frantic rhythm of my heart slowed immediately. I believed him: In his arms I really was safe.

Something must be wrong with me, right? How could I trust him so quickly? Exceptional situations brought exceptionally strong feelings, I guess…

“They took my sister. They took Sia, too!” I whispered against his chest, my throat was closing in. “And there were other women, one was barely more than a girl!”

Around me I felt his arms tighten, as if he didn’t like what he was hearing. My heart was pounding heavily between us but his embrace helped me to calm down. “I need to find her,” I urged. When I looked up, his gaze was dark. By now I was able to discern the tiny differences between his expressions, though. He wasn’t angry at me, he was just determined. 

“I understand,” he said after a while and I got the feeling that he understood much more than he let on.

“Did…did you have a sister?” Suddenly my heart was racing again, meanwhile my hands clutched at his shirt, seemingly of their own accord. A bad feeling was whirling around in my stomach.

“A brother.” A sharp nod. “He died in the war against the Rakes.” At first I was shocked how he could say these things as if solely stating facts. Then I saw the gut-wrenching pain hidden beneath the calm mask of his face. He did hurt, apparently Krotans only had fewer facial expressions than humans.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, while tears began to roll down my cheeks. Only the thought of losing Sia made me go into a panic. I was so sorry that he had had to go through this.

He nodded solemnly but didn’t say anything more about his brother. Perhaps one day he would tell me about him. One day? How long did I plan to stay here? I wanted to find my sister and then go back home. Right? 


Giveaway ends October 10th.

The grand prize is:

  • $20 Amazon gift card


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Due to her father’s many business trips, Vera Elle Unita was born in Germany near Stuttgart in 1990. Since then she has traveled a lot, even studied one year abroad, but finally settled down with her husband and two beautiful dogs back home in the US—hello, Boston! She likes new hair colors, chocolate (who doesn’t?), and reading or writing about strong, perfectly imperfect book boyfriends struggling with their past. Everyone just needs a little love, right?

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Book Blitz: Unintentional Obsession (Lotus Adaamas: Series 2) by Layla Stone

Unintentional Obsession 
by Layla Stone 
(Lotus Adaamas Series #2) 
Publication date: September 25th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Science Fiction


Book Synopsis:

Every year Shine visits his mother’s grave. No one has ever dared to interrupt his day of sorrow.

Except today. An old enemy stops by, not to pay his respects but to demand Shine take in a snobby female that works in his lab. To keep her from leaving the planet he’s bound both Shine and the female with a bracelet that will electrocute them if they stray too far apart.

If Shine doesn’t do what he’s told, he dies.

If the female doesn’t do what she’s told, they both die.

Shine’s patience, loyalty and love have never been tested like this before.

Note to reader: This is a slow burn Sci-Fi Romance that can be read as a standalone.


Giveaway ends October 10th.

  • $15 Amazon gift card
  • A 11 oz mug that says I’m just here to establish an alibi.


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Layla Stone is a Sci-Fi Romance author who is passionate about writing and reading romances. Her books are a blend of science fiction, romance and action adventure. 

A business coordinator by training and a bookworm at heart, Layla makes her home in Southern California, where she lives with her husband, two children, and a trio of fur babies. 

You can find more information about her characters and their races at www.authorLaylaStone.com

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