Thursday, July 30, 2015

#KindleCountdown 'Desire & Prejudice' by Jean-Louis McMillan


About the book:

Desire and Prejudice is about the healing power of true lovemaking and the damning power of ethnic bias. 


When Jasmine and Adam first meet, they are both totally caught by surprise; their inner feelings are the magnetic force that draws them to each other. Their burning desires toward one another are unstoppable, but they are condemned by their separate lives - he is a French official and she is a Muslim.

They find ways to be with each other when they couldn't.

The poetic letter takes the reader into the minds of two lovers desperately wanting one another, but each holding back because of their cultural backgrounds and the fear of getting caught in their dangerous game.

The erotic descriptions are vivid enough, but scarcely the right quantity of description to know precisely what is going on.

Desire and Prejudice is much more than “boy meets girl, they fall in love”; it tells a realistic, believable story that readers haven't heard before.

These characters, nor the twisted end of the story, are definitely not the stereotypical a reader can predict.




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What a fast, thrilling read! "Desire & Prejudice" is an erotic love story of social significance with a strong political bent. I was immediately drawn into the narrative through McMillan's gentle prose, vivid imagery and emotions, and highly likable characters. It's only 140 pages, but it could've been twice as long. I couldn't put it down! - Michelle

Let me just say it out loud: McMillan has written an incredibly immersive, deeply satisfying tale in ‘Desire and Prejudice.’ Forgot about those hastily and sloppily written contemporary romantic fiction—think Ian McEwan, but with a more romantic bent, and you get the picture. This is a book that all romance fans must simply check out. - Meghan, Top 500 Reviewer

About the author:

JL McMillan is a retired freelance journalist and first-time author.

He was born in Oran on the Mediterranean coast in Algeria, but left Algeria after a restless childhood and settled in Paris, France, where he earned a degree in Philosophy.

Now, after a turbulent youth and a career that had thrown him into the heart of the hardest battles in the Middle East, Jean-Louis wanders between the Orient and the Occident.
He writes as a means to explore, and to heal.

"Desire & Prejudice" is his first book.

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Goodreads author Link Page: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/27989431-jean-louis-mcmillan

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Email: jeanlouismcmillan@gmail.com

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

'Narcissist: Seduction (The Disorder Series #1)' by H.G. Tudor


Blurb:

The narcissist is a weapon of mass seduction.

When the narcissist first enters your life, they seem to be heaven sent. The reality is, he or she is taking you on a journey to hell and making you feel grateful for them doing so.

This no holds barred story will show you how the narcissist insidiously coils his or her tendrils around the hapless victim. A victim, who by demonstrating honesty, decency and empathy has made themselves the prime target for the narcissist's toxic attention.

Ashleigh Hovenier, a beautiful banker, wife and mother endures an abusive domestic life. Surrounded by the trappings of material wealth, she seeks to bring up her two children whilst dealing with her bullying, domineering and sadistic husband.

Ian Wynne, a former colleague of Ashleigh's is also a successful banker. Having escaped, just about intact, from an abusive marriage, he has settled on the single life in order to maintain his sanity. Deep down however, he craves someone to love and this time to get it right.

When Ashleigh and Ian's paths cross, they see a mutual need in one another and they embark on that journey into the narcissist's hell.

If you have ever had the misfortune to experience a narcissist in your life, much of this story will resonate deeply with you.

If you have so far escaped the attentions of a narcissist you owe it to yourself to read this story and know the signs of their destructive behaviour. Only armed with this knowledge will you be able to protect yourself from the narcissist's seduction.

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'The Touch of Betrayal (Sin & Honey #2)' by Taryn Scarlett #BookTour Blast and #Giveaway

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The Touch of Betrayal

For fans of Anita Diamant's The Red Tent comes the second novella in the scintillating SIN & HONEY series featuring the Bible's most powerful and seductive women...

So Delilah said to Samson, “Tell me the secret of your great strength.”—Judges 16:6 Delilah would do anything to escape her past.

Falling for Samson only got in the way.

Taryn Scarlett’s lush reimagining of Samson and Delilah uncovers the hidden truth behind the girl who became the most infamous seductress in history.

Delilah has come to the quiet valley of Sorek to start a new life, but when a man blackmails her with a devastating secret, she learns that not all sins can be buried in the past. In a dangerous bargain for her freedom, she agrees to seduce Samson, a notorious killer threatening the region—and if she can’t uncover the secret to his strength, she’ll forfeit her life.

But Samson is different than any man she has ever met before: godlike in his strength but guarding a passionate vulnerability that draws Delilah to him. Will she betray the man she has begun to fall for—or will she betray her own heart for freedom?
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Taryn Scarlett holds a B.A. in Theater and English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Her weaknesses are chocolate, floral sundresses, soapy TV dramas, and anything purple. SIN AND HONEY is her first series. You can visit Taryn at www.TarynScarlett.com.

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'Claimed' by Tarah Scott


Blurb:

Sometimes the hero must be the villain...

Fourteen months ago, Lady Rhoslyn lost her husband and infant son to a fever. Now, by order of King Edward I, she is yanked from the healing tranquility of a convent to marry the king’s favored bastard knight. Rhoslyn has no intention of returning to the home where her husband and child died. Neither does she intend to hand over her fortune to the ‘Dragon’—no matter his sweet promises and warm kisses.

Talbot St. Claire tires of war. Seventeen years is enough. King Edward will never release him from service, but the king promises Talbot will find some peace in front of his own hearth. Talbot expects to find a horse-faced, hostile woman in the Scottish heiress Edward commands him to marry. Instead, he discovers a fiery Highland beauty worthy of a man’s respect...and love. Talbot determines to do anything to win his new bride’s acceptance. Anything except the one thing she demands: betray his king and embrace his Scottish heritage.

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Author Bio:

Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second.

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'Vigilante of Shadows (Scarlet Rain Book 1)' by Miranda Stork



SUSPENSE/HORROR SEMI-FINALIST IN The Kindle Book Review’s 2013 Best Indie Book Awards!


Blurb:

Aodhan clutched uselessly at his head, groaning. He knew it was useless, because the voice was not inside his head. It followed him, skimming across buildings and land. It had followed him since he was sixteen, and it still followed him today, like a memory too horrific to be forgotten…

Aodhan is a shadow-demon, hardened and cold after years of being alone, after his love, his Entwined, was cruelly taken away from him. He has closed his heart to the world, and now spends his life ridding the world of men like those who took his beloved away, an immortal hit-man…

Arianwen Harris is a young DCI, working for York City Police. When a known criminal is found viciously killed, she finds herself trailing a hit-man who has seemed to escape clutches again and again…but she begins to find herself drawn to his dark charms and roguish good looks…

As their two worlds collide, Aodhan and Arianwen find themselves coming together to escape a far greater enemy, one that threatens to create a world far worse than the one they live in. As they battle to hold back the oncoming forces, fate has another plan; one to draw them together and heal their broken pasts together…


Read an excerpt:

Demonic.
The word had so many meanings.
It made people think of terrible beings, capable of every travesty and atrocity known to man.
A being so terrible, they were called evil.
A being so hated, the very word made people shiver.
A word that also described himself.
Aodhan sighed heavily, locking his fingers around the brandy in front of him. He could feel the cold wind from the open bar door behind, even though he had the collar of his black leather biker-style jacket pulled up. His cool green eyes swept around the bar, surveying all around him.
The bar was nearly empty, which wasn’t unusual for a Wednesday night, but it was still a little unnerving for him. Indie rock music sounded from the speakers placed around the room, loud enough to hear, but not loud enough to drown out the quiet murmurs and ripples around him. There was one barmaid working, leaning over to talk to some young blonde male, who was grinning like a little boy at Christmas back at her cleavage. Aodhan looked down at his drink again, at the bar made of highly polished dark wood substitute.
Flitting his gaze up again, his eyes settled on a young twenty-something brunette that was sat by herself, sipping wine at the other end of the counter. Aodhan could remember a time when he would have perhaps tried it on with her, even talked to her, at least. But not now. Too much had separated him from the world. Women never held the same lust for him, not after…her.
The brunette looked up, and flashed hazel eyes at him, doing a double take appreciatively at his form. She smiled shyly, but continued staring at him. He cast her a cold look, and turned his gaze away from her, scrutinizing his drink again.
He heard the squeaking of a bar stool being slowly pushed across the tiles, and two distinct taps of heeled shoes being placed on the floor. A second later, the click-clack of the shoes slowly and deliberately walked towards him. He closed his eyes, and sighed again. Please don’t come over here…why did I even look at her?...
“Hey there. You look a little bit lonely. Want some company?”
Aodhan turned his head to see the brunette. Up close, her hazel eyes were even more vivid, the lashes above them thick and black with mascara. Aodhan couldn’t understand women’s obsession with make-up. He came from a time when the only ‘make-up’ ever worn by a woman would have been if she was going into battle…and that was rare enough. Nowadays women slapped their faces in every hue, in the hope of attracting someone long enough to create a child, bring it up after a hurried marriage, and live the rest of their lives in blissful boredom. Maybe I’m just getting cynical in my old age…he pondered to himself. To the brunette, he shook his head.
But she persisted. “Aw, come on. A handsome man like you alone in here—it can’t be fair on you.” A long red nail traced along the side of his hand, attached to a slim white finger.
Almost instinctively, Aodhan twitched his hand away. He turned to the young girl, and glared. “Look, I said nae, lass. Take a hint, will ye’?” Turning back to his drink, he barely noticed the look of shock on her face. It was obvious this had never happened to her before.
Determined, she carried on regardless. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she breathed in his ear, “Look, if you’re not after anything special with someone, I can go and wait around the back for you?”
He moved his head around to look at her, disgusted. I’ve spent decades alone after my only love…my only true love…was taken away from me. She was my whole world, and I’ll never feel that again. And this cheap woman thinks she can entice me to lay with her just by the promise of a body that will feel unfamiliar and cold to me?
Narrowing his eyes, he snarled, “I would’nae touch ye’ if ye’ offered mae a fortune in gold. Now why don’ ye’ go and find some easy bed-mate for tha’ night, like a good wee slapper?” He hadn’t meant it to sound so harsh, but he wanted to get the woman away from him.
The brunette pursed her lips, her face tautening at his comment. Clearing her throat, she grabbed her handbag off the bar, and hissed angrily, “Well, you’ve probably got a tiny penis anyway. Only reason you’d turn someone like me down.”
Hah…if only she knew
Aodhan shrugged, and turned back to his drink, watching her flap off furiously to another easy target, who soon fawned over her.
Knocking his drink back, feeling the rich liquid burning his throat, Aodhan wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and slowly stood up from the vinyl bar stool. He waved his hand to get the attention of the barmaid, but she was far too engrossed in the attentions of her personal Adonis to notice Aodhan. Shrugging, he laid a ten-pound note down on the bar, next to his empty glass.
He twisted on his heel and walked out of the main doors with long strides, feeling the cool night air on his face. The bouncer outside turned and stared at Aodhan’s six foot frame, no emotion showing on his features. Aodhan returned the stony gaze, and then began walking off into the night.
He paced along speedily, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. The sounds of the night surrounded him—distant cat song, the steady hum of far-off cars, the soft sound of wind whistling underneath people’s windows. He loved being out at night, not because it was a time when his ‘kind’ were more active, but simply because it was so much quieter than the day. The sounds of people rushing around disappeared, and left a peaceful calm with the soothing darkness.
Of course, there were the voices in his head, but that was another story.
He shrugged his shoulders up, cutting off the wind whistling around his neck. He wasn’t particularly cold, but the noise was annoying when your ears were so sensitive that a pin dropping could sound like a two-ton weight.
Aodhan’s mind went back to the girl from the bar. He hadn’t meant to be so brisk with her, but it was really best that no-one got that close. He…didn’t do well with people any more. They always brought back memories of simpler times, of her. And besides that…he killed people. People who wouldn’t die if they hadn’t found out about them…
Aodhan was a demon.
A rare demon, as well, a shadow demon. He was born to a Scottish clan just over eight-hundred years ago, to humans. Contrary to what he saw people believed in the media and books, demons were actually born to humans. There was no line of them, like vampires or werewolves. They were simply…random.
When he was born, there were no noticeable signs of what he was. He just looked like any of the other babies born to them, strong and healthy, but definitely human.
As he grew older, he had shown great proficiency with all weapons, learning faster than any of the other boys in the clan. Even some of the boys older than him had a hard time keeping up. He was never big-headed about it though, simply trying to fit in with everyone else. However, the clan talked about how the strange-eyed boy was so much quicker and stronger than others twice his age, and whispered about ancient gods coming back to the earth. His looks weren’t too odd for his clan, everyone having black, brown, or auburn hair. But his eyes were odd. All others in his clan had mostly blue eyes, some of them had brown eyes. But his were startling clear green ones, more like a cat than a human.
When he was thirteen, he developed strange growths near his temples. After going to see the clan’s wise woman about it, she simply cackled, and whispered, “Those who are given the gift of darkness, should not fear the unknown.” He had shaken off the wise woman’s words, telling himself that she had finally gone crazy.
The growths developed further, until they were small dark horns, about the length of his thumb. They curled close to the curve of his head, smooth with small ridges forming at each stage of their growth. Luckily, Aodhan’s hair grew wild and long, allowing him to cover them up as much as he could.
By the time his twentieth year was reached, he was a well-loved member of his clan. He was kind and helpful to all, and helped to fight off their enemies more times than he could count on both hands. But he was holding a dreadful secret from his clan. Since his horns had grown, he had also noticed many other things.
He had begun to...see things. Shadows.
When he was out hunting in the forest near to their home, he would think that he had seen someone moving in the trees behind him. But when he swung around to face them…nothing. Then he would hear a soft chuckle, his name being called on the wind. At night, in his bed as he tried to sleep, he would see black figures running around the walls.
He tried to tell the wise woman of the village again, thinking them to be spirits sent to drive him mad, or something worse. She simply shook her head at him, and chuckled, rocking herself to and fro. He had got used to the shadows by now, drawing the blanket up over his head so that he couldn’t hear their taunting murmurs....
Aodhan stopped walking, snapping out of his daydream. He was sure he had seen one of...them. Looking all around, he scanned the buildings with his vivid eyes. The problem with them was that they could hide anywhere they chose—walls, buildings, floors, anywhere—especially at night.
The red brick buildings around him looked empty, the few alleyways just leading alongside the backs of houses, a small number of bins scattered about. No-one else was walking near him on the pavement, no sound anywhere.
Just as he was about to turn around and carry on walking, pulling his jacket up again, he heard something behind him. Something whispery and cold.
Aodhan...”

Taken from Vigilante of Shadows, Copyright © Miranda Stork 2014


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"For readers who like to lose themselves in a darker, more complex world than the one we live in, Vigilante of Shadows is a Paranormal Thriller dream come true!" --Trish Marie Dawson, Author of 'The Station' Series, 5 Stars

"I was forcefully grabbed from the get-go, and shoved into a story so fast, I could have gotten whiplash." --Tara S. Wood, Author of Redemption in Blood, 5 Stars




About the author:

I'm Miranda Stork, and I'm addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that's another issue - no interventions, please.

I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire, spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven't got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I've wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked.

Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, "Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE." So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there's some nasty paranormal creatures where we're going), eat the cookie with 'eat me' tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork..

Monday, July 27, 2015

'Grandma's Cookies: The Sweetest Thing Next Door (Grandma's Gifts #1)' by MJ Tokazuna


Blurb:

Lust can surprise even the most unsuspecting individuals. In this HOT, young stud/cougar next door Romance we learn about Suzanna. Having her first child at 17, she learns the responsibilities of teenage motherhood. Unfortunately, she doesn't educate her daughter Kaitlyn who has her first at 17 as well. Maintaining a great outlook on life, Suzanna sees many of her qualities in her 18-month old granddaughter Penny. An incredible package of awe and cuteness, the twinkle in her eye alone is enough for Suzanna to focus her energy on her family. For Suzanna, she is done with men. That is until Kaitlyn garners the type of attention she realizes she has been missing since grandmother hood…and she begins to eye the neighbor. His name, Noah. In the first installment of Grandma's Gifts we learn temptation is nothing to mess around with.

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"One of the best stories I have read this year. I recommend this 'girl next door' story to everyone who enjoys a content rich short read."-Bryan Iseli Kindle Publisher and Romance novelist

About the author:

MJ Tokazuna is an Oregon native and when not spending his days writing Romance stories for various publications he like to spend time outdoors. Hiking, running, road trips, nature walks, walking his dog Mr. Kennedy, rock-climbing—THE BEACH! Anything outdoors that gives him the opportunity to stop and smell the roses is ideal. Never missing the chance to remind himself that making a career out of publishing original works is beyond a dream come true. He will continue creating the most heartwarming, character driven content rich short stories.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

'Shatterproof' by Rianne Moss


Blurb:

20-year-old Natalie Meyers is a young woman whose trusting nature made her the victim of one of the most repugnant crimes imaginable--sexual abuse at the hands of her grandfather. This once happy girl now lives a life of addiction and hardship. Everything gets worse when Natalie’s father kicks her out of his house for stealing. She finds herself remorseful, alone, and completely abandoned. Natalie goes to live with Scott, her long-term boyfriend and fellow addict, in his parent’s basement. As obstacles continue to fall in her path, Natalie's life spins out of control. Will she overcome these trying times or will her life remain shattered?

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