Philosophy is defined as a theory underlying or regarding a sphere of activity or thought. Well, my theory is if I can add at least 10 new books to my Wishlist and move at least 5 older Wishlist selections to my TBR list every month, then life is a ice cream sundae. And if I can find those 10 books from at least 5 new blogs each month then that's the cherry on top.


Well, I've made it almost 5 years now, so for better or worse, I continue on. I tend to blog in spurts as the urge to be creative erupts. As I don't have an artistic bone in my body, you will see very few changes in the layouts. Hey, I'm a reader not an artist like so many of the awesome bloggers I follow. I know you don't always have the time but if you stopped and looked, take a half a minute and say your piece. Recommend a book that you have enjoyed or hated for that matter. Thank you to all who visit.
Oh, and I moved my Google Friend Connect info and share this buttons to the top, as without our friends, who are we?

Monday, September 25, 2017

99¢ Sale & Giveaway For TIDE OF DECEIT By Tamra Lassiter

Tide of Deceit

by Tamra Lassiter
Coastal Deception Series #1
Publication Date: September 19, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense
99¢ until October 6th: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks

Cassie Taylor’s aunt Betsy is missing from her gated Palm Coast community. But when Cassie goes looking, she finds a body, and more questions–who was the murdered man to her aunt? Why did she mail Cassie a fabulous, expensive diamond bracelet? And what does her aunt’s tearful neighbor know that she’s not telling?

And not least, does hunky deputy Tanner just want to keep Cassie from meddling in his case? Or is he staying close because he feels the same tidal attraction she does?

Tanner Reid is a good man and a dedicated deputy. He can’t get involved personally with the lovely, spirited Cassie–not when she’s involved in a tangled case of murder and possible kidnapping. He must first find the murderer and her aunt.

But when diamond robberies deepen the plot, danger threatens Cassie herself. When he’d like nothing more than to roll over her like a coastal high tide, can he keep her safe, and keep his hands off? And will they solve the case before someone else dies–possibly Cassie herself?


I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here, and I love every minute of it!
Writing is my third career. I didn’t set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first, and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I’ve loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now, I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books. I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short, and who needs all that strife to bring us down?
Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!

Review For NIGHT'S CARESS By Mary Hughes-5*

Series: Ancients #1
Author: Mary Hughes
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rating: * * * * *
Publishers: Entangled Publishers LLC
(Sept 25, 2017)
Paperback: 288 pages
FTC Disclosure: ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley

When artist Brie Lark left her vampire ex and her straitjacket of a hometown to breathe free in New York City, she promised herself two things: she’d never go back to Meiers Corner, and no more vampires. The last thing she expected—or wanted—was to be sent back home on an assignment. But her boss at the FBI needs her undercover on a murder case, working with a black-haired, black-eyed giant god of a man who’s her idea of perfection, except for one thing—he’s a vampire.
FBI Special Agent Seb Rikare is an ancient vampire hardened by loss. He’s cut all emotions to protect himself and leads a deliberately steady, almost sterile life. The brash young woman forced to pose as his lover irritates him, with her jangling bracelets and colorful hair. But as much as she irritates him, he finds himself drawn to her lively spirit and he’s tempted to make fantasy a reality.

The only complaint I had on this wonderful new series was the alternate POVs. It is told equally in 1st person by Brie and then third person from Seb's perspective. And as much as I hated the jar out of reading bliss each time this happened, I'm still giving it five stars. I love, love, love this type of paranormal romance. Of all the romances I read, and there are bookoos of them, this is my go to all time favorite read. I love the vampire world building by the author and loved both Brie and Seb. It reminded me (in a good way) of the paranormal romances of old that I cut my teeth on.  
Had I known it was told from  two different POVs, I'd never had started it. That tells you how much I hate this practice. Which would have been sad cause I'd have missed a great read.

Who am I? A lover of stories that crackle with action and emotion. A mother, a flutist, a binge-TV-watcher of NCIS, Sherlock, and Agents of SHIELD. 

I write steamy, wickedly funny romance including the Pull of the Moon series of witch/shifter love and the Biting Love series where sexy, gritty vampires meet small town mayhem. My martial arts background means the action is real. 

Most of all, I'm a believer in grand passion, a forever kind of love.

I'd love to hear from you!
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Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Christine Contini

Death: Awakening to Life#1
Christine Contini
Genre: Nonfiction/Spirituality
Date of Publication: Oct 31, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9885851-2-6 paperback
Number of pages: 196
Word Count: 80,849
Cover Artist:  Andreea Vraciu and Laura C. Cantu

  Peek through the veils to the other side.

What happens after we die' has

been a question that has haunted humanity since the dawn of abstract thought.
Many theories have been offered, but finding evidence has seemed impossible.

In Death: Awakening to Life,
Christine Contini takes us on a journey through life, death, healing, and
rebirth. At thirty-one years old, Christine was diagnosed with Relapsing
Remitting Multiple Sclerosis.

A newfound spirituality gave her
the power to overcome the habitual belief systems that had sanctioned her body
to become so unwell. Through a daily practice of meditation, she began learning
how to change her habits and thought patterns, but it wasn't until seven years
later when she experienced a sudden cardiac death that the real changes began
to occur.

The contact she had with the
recently deceased led to her concept called 'energetics' - a system that could
be used to bring balance and health to the living. Without her experiences in
working alongside the deceased, her concept would not have been fully

In Death: Awakening to Life, the
journey Christine will lead you through is one you will never forget;
hopefully, the accounts will inspire you to start asking questions about your
own views of the world and your place in it. The proof we've all been seeking
for what really exists after death is here in this book. Once it's realized,
the possibilities for healing and living can also be fully grasped. Christine
reminds us that we have a responsibility to live our lives to their fullest
potentials, and she presents the wisdom that can help us do it.

This book is a gift that we've
all been waiting for. Go on, don't wait any longer. Find yourself, find your
health, and find your truth.

Stolen from Sleep, A True Story

That spring
night in Las Vegas had only a slight chill and require a light cover to sleep.
As my husband, Joseph, crawled into bed and woke me up in the middle of the
night, I felt unusually hot. I shoved the covers off and pushed them into the
middle of the bed so he could use them. It left me sleeping with no protection
other than my slip of a nightgown.

I woke just
enough to notice a thin layer of sweat misting my body and wondered if I was
getting sick. My husband mumbled something I couldn’t understand, which would
usually wake me completely because I am a light sleeper, but this nigh was
different. My head felt heavy and groggy—like I had been drugged.
I felt the bed move.

Instead of
opening my eyes, I indolently rolled to my stomach, falling immediately back to

Later, the bed
moved again.

My head shifted,
but this time the movement was so jarring that I easily woke. My pillow slid
out from under my cheek. I assumed Joseph must have taken my pillow by mistake,
so I reached to grab it back. I raised my head to see Joseph on his stomach
sound asleep, his head facing the wall away from me.

I was just about
to fall back to sleep when I realized it wasn’t the pillow moving at all. It
was me! I was sliding towards the end of the bed. Someone had a hold of my left
ankle and was pulling me!

Oh, this has to
be a prank, I thought. Maybe one of my teenagers or their friends were trying
to pull some kind of prank. I jerked my foot up to see who had a hold of me. It
wasn’t a who at all. It was a what!

Gripping my
ankle was an oversized hand. The fingers were twice as long as the fingers on a
human hand. The very thin finger bones were joined together by enlarged,
bulbous joints. In the dim light of night, the entire hand was covered with
tightly pulled dark, green and black, charred skin. I struggled to get a better
look at my attacker, but it jerked me, making it impossible to look over my
shoulder. My legs rose off the bed, into the air.

My throat
suddenly seized. I gasped for air, but it was impossible to inhale even a
single breath.

Desperate, I
panicked and fought against the strength of the creature, my attempts to call
out for help reminding me of the useless calls I made in my most tragic, blood
curdling dreams—the kind when I would scream with all my might, yet no sound
would come out.

The creature
continued to pull as I was being moved against my will. I reached for my
sleeping husband, clawing at the sheets and frantic to wake him. When my hands
passed over his legs, I couldn’t find my grasp. It was as if my fingers were
forbidden to close around his form. I flailed my arms and kicked my legs, still
attempting to scream or even take a breath. If I could just break free, I could
wake Joseph, and he could help me. He was the brave one. He was the protector.

My panic had
reached a state of being manic as my attacker held me by one ankle in the air
over my bed. Its super human strength seemed impossible and added to my terror.
Knowing I was being abducted, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, made
me feel so frightened, I wondered if my heart might explode.

The creature
suddenly lifted me through the roof of my house.

Yep, right out
the roof.

I saw the attic
as I passed through the insulation and the air ducts, and then the roofing
tiles passed before I could comprehend I was out in the open air.

Wait, if I
passed through the roof without feeling it . . . then I am okay. This is just
an out of body experience. Aw, heck!

I had been out
of my body many times before, so this realization put an immediate halt to my
terror. There I was, dangling, arms flailing, my ankle in the grasp of this
being, rising over the roof of my house and into the air.

Now able to
relax and no longer afraid, I could actually enjoy the view. I was pleased to
be gliding through the sky on a grand adventure.

The event took a
sudden anti climactic turn when the being put me down on the ground. I was down
the street about 15 houses from mine. I had to squint as the brightness of the
morning sun proved to be too much of a sudden assault on my eyes.

The clarity I
had experienced while first gliding in the air was gone and the heavy drugged
feeling was back again. It seemed as time had passed, but I didn’t know
how—pieces of my memory were missing. On top of that, I had no idea how to get
back to my house. Eventually, I passed out and woke to my alarm which signaled
it was time to get the kids ready for school.

Under some sort
of fascination, I animatedly recounted the entire event for Joseph when he
awoke. It was amazing to me that he was completely unaware of my entire
experience having happened right next to him. The experience was so extreme and
true to life, I checked his legs to make sure there weren’t any claw marks on

this was one of the better night’s sleeps I have had in a long time. How do you
feel?” Joseph asked. “Any feelings of drugs left in your system?” Fortunately
for me, it was never an issue whether he would believe me or not, thank God. He
went on to share his own information about sleep paralysis and other paranormal
things he had watched on television. He often stayed up after I went to sleep,
and late night shows about the paranormal and the unusual were in abundance.

I was relieved
that my entire tale had made sense to him.

That would have
been the end of my story if I had felt safe. However, even though my experience
had ended peacefully enough, it took me two days to shake my extreme fears of
being kidnapped.

I found myself
afraid to have the curtains open, certain that someone was watching me. I
stayed in without running any errands. When out of the house, a feeling of
unmanageable vulnerability overcame me, and drove me back indoors. My ability to
concentrate was gone and I feared someone could, at any moment, take me against
my will.

Loud sounds gave
me flashbacks to unclear memories, which led to feelings of unexplainable
fears. I had to consider that I had actually been abducted, held against my

I hadn’t had any
reference to indicate how long I had been gone other than the rising sun that
illuminated the sky when I had been released blocks from my home. That meant I
hadn’t been set back down immediately. It had to have been hours later. The
only way I was able to cope with these uneasy feelings was to ‘switched off’
emotionally. Every seeming predatory behavior by anyone around me evoked deep
sensations of anger and injustice.

Just when I was
finally starting to feel okay, I got an odd call from a friend named Alita.
(Her name has been changed to protect her identity.)

She seemed
excited and confused when she said, “Christine, I just heard you were taken
from your bed the other night to face the ancestral council. They didn’t even
return you to your bed!” She paused, “That’s not like them. Are you okay?”

Alita was not
any ordinary friend; she claimed to be from a “special” and ancient bloodline.
When she started speaking about her people, her ancestors, I had always left
the conversation, not out of disinterest, but I intuitively felt the need to
safeguard her privacy, and I didn’t want to go snooping around in something
that wasn’t my business.

This time was
different. I wanted to know everything, but couldn’t bring myself to ask a
single question.

I stood with my
mouth open, not knowing what to say. The only other person who knew about the
incident and the trauma I experienced was Joseph, and he hadn’t shared my story
with a single soul! How could Alita know all of this unless . . .

Alita spoke to
fill the silence. “Look, I know it’s scary. I told them not to take you because
you are intuitive and would know, but they didn’t listen. They just wanted to
make sure you were genuine. They’re just trying to protect my brother and me
from other humans. I am so sorry. I made them promise it would never happen

I was frozen in
disbelief. How could all of this be real?

But then again,
how was she able to describe the creature’s hands to me as if she had seen them
with her own eyes? She even knew that the grasp felt like dry ice on my body,
something I hadn’t even told Joseph.

I had to make
myself forget. I had to push this from my mind or I might never feel safe
again. After all, I had been kidnapped, taken right out of my bed in the middle
of the night.

Diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis
age 30. – GONE!

Heart attack, age 37. No oxygen
flowing through the body for 45 minutes. – DIED!

Revived, but professionals
declared she would live in a vegetative state. NO WAY!

Christine Contini is a living
miracle. After a massive heart attack left her without hope of recovery, the
doctors informed her family that she would live the remainder of her life in a
vegetative state.

The medical professionals are
still baffled as to how Christine not only defied death, but came back to full
consciousness and was able to work her own way back to her divine health.
Through her own pursuit of studies, she also completely freed herself from
multiple sclerosis.

Christine was raised Catholic and
had no previous knowledge of the esoteric world. However, during the heart
attack, Christine had a Near-Death Experience (NDE) which gave her access to
the understanding of how energy works. The knowledge she received was
unparalleled in her daily existence. As a result, her ability to assist others
in healing both the energetic patterns and physical ailments that had often
challenged them for years was first born.

Christine is a healer, a speaker,
a teacher, and the author of Death – Awakening to Life (the first of three
books) in which she shares her amazing story and the knowledge she received
after returning from beyond the veil. She leads “The STUDY”– groups for people
who want to take their understanding of how to heal themselves far beyond the
book; and she offers 5-day, 2-week, and 30-day programs for people who want to
go deeper in their own personal process to create real and lasting change.

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Saturday, September 23, 2017

Book Blitz For PROPHESY By A.E. Via


by A.E. Via
The King & Alpha, #1
Publication Date: September 23, 2017
Genres: Adult, M/M, Romance, Paranormal


An Enemies to Lovers

Shifter, Vampire True Mates story.
Justice Volkov is the youngest Alpha Zenith to ever lead the wolf shifters. Following in his father’s large paw prints was a responsibility he met head on. Now at age thirty-three, he is alpha of the alphas. As a direct descendant of the original Siberian pack, his wolf is bigger and stronger than Justice, himself is sometimes able to control.
“His wolf howled long and hard but Justice kept it inside. It felt like a bass drum beating against his rib cage. The harsh breaths, angry snarls and the determined pacing inside him was overtaking him. All the while… his mate kept calling.”
Justice takes his role of leadership and his legacy very seriously. He has little time for romance, not to mention a true mate. His packs are his priority. With a human government trying to regulate them, an uprising of rogue shifters, and a violent team of scientists trying to experiment on them, Justice has his hands way too full.
Chadwick ‘Wick’ Bentley is not enthusiastic when the captain of his escort tells him he has to leave his comfortable London home and go back to the States. As the Vampire King, he has no choice but to get his species back in line before they cause anymore chaos. At over two-hundred years old, Wick is no one to trifle with, but his smooth, charismatic manner makes him quite unique, despite the negative reputation vampires have. Wick has had nothing but time up to this point. He doesn’t feel the need to make issues pressing. Nothing is urgent in his life. Until he meets Justice. His beloved.
“Natural enemies can’t be mates.” Or so Justice thought. He knows his skepticism and rejection is hurting his mate, so while he fights their connection, Wick gets help from a source very close to Justice to help him win his beloved’s heart. Wick is a force all on his own, but when he’s blessed with a special gift from the Mother herself, not even Justice’s powerful wolf can prevent the prophesy from being fulfilled.
This story DOES NOT contain/mention MPREG.
No multiple pairings. It does not end on a cliffhanger and has an HEA.
Warning: This book is MM paranormal: If you DO NOT like hot, alpha men shifting into large wolves, or vampires feeding from their mates, this may not be your read.


His animal growled and snarled inside him. Justice grunted and cursed while he fought to keep his wolf under control. What was wrong with him? What the hell was coming? He could feel it as sure as he could feel his beating heart, his racing pulse and his mighty wolf trying to get out and explore. He’d never had to reign in his animal so fiercely. Justice was finally able to open his eyes, not realizing they were squeezed shut in concentration.
“Justice! You’re forcing a lot of power, man.” Mac’s strong voice cut over the incessant presence trying to reach his mind.
Justice growled again. Something’s in my head. “Clear the room.” Justice’s voice was strained, spitting his words through clenched teeth. His wolf was clawing at him, ripping him apart, wanting out.
“Justice you’re scaring me. I can feel you fighting.”
He could hear his baby sister begging but he couldn’t focus on his siblings when he was barely keeping himself together. It had to be the Vampire King doing something to him. If Justice shifted and went crazy right here in a police headquarters, only the heavens knew what would happen to his people. “Get my family out of here.” Justice grabbed Alek’s arm in an authoritative grip. “Everyone. Out. Now.”
“We’re your betas. We won’t leave you, Justice,” Taleb snarled, looking in the same direction as Justice.
“Alek!” Justice thundered. He needed him to act for him.
“You heard your Alpha, Taleb. Warren, get them in the RV and back on the Humboldt pack lands now! Protect them with your lives,” Alek barked to the enforcers, who immediately began to shuffle Justice’s sister and his younger brothers out of the room and to the safety of their vehicle. Alek watched them down the hall until they turned out of view. His brother looked up and down the corridor before dipping back inside the room and locking the door.
“I think the Vampire King just turned the corner. Is it him doing this to you? I’ll kill him right now,” Alek growled.
“No!” Justice’s voice was sharper and stronger than he intended. He was still leaning hard against the wall farthest from the door for support, holding both clenched fists against his chest as if that alone could keep his wolf from bursting free. Justice closed his eyes and tried to center himself. He needed to breathe, relax. But with each second, the feelings intensified, an all-encompassing entity in his head.
“I can feel you too.”
“Oh shit. Was that you, Alek?” Justice grabbed his brother’s arm and yanked him to face him. “Did you just speak to me?”
“What? No? I am speaking to you now. Justice, goddamnit! You’re pushing too much energy.” Alek released a pained grunt. His brother looked like he wanted to break the window behind them and just get them the hell out of there. He’d never seen Justice behave this way, so out of control, and wasn’t sure what he was about to be faced with, but knew he may have to fight it alone because Justice was in a complete state of disorder.
It was an accented, smooth voice. “Something. Someone just said—” Then he smelled it. That faint, delicious scent that appeared last night was back, only it wasn’t diluted by nature’s elements. This time it was full strength, concentrated, and like nothing he’d ever smelled before. Impressive and so damn compelling. Justice’s thick cock pushed against his loose jeans and his wolf howled inside him, fighting to break free. His animal was so strong. Justice gritted his teeth together and hung on. Oh, Mother… please. Can’t… it just can’t. Justice heard footsteps right outside the door and his body began to shake from effort.
“Justice,” Alek warned. “You gotta tell me what’s going on, brother, so I can help you.”
How the hell was he supposed to explain this?
Justice saw the knob jiggle for a second before it was completely ripped from the door. Neither he nor Alek flinched at the show of strength. They had strength of their own. Justice thought dozens of vampires would storm the room, but only two walked in and Justice knew exactly which one was in his head. The Vampire King. The sexy, beautiful one. But how?

A.E. Via has been a best-selling author in the beautiful gay romance genre for four years now, but she’s no stranger to MM. She’s been an avid reader of LGBTQ Romance for over fifteen years before she picked up her laptop to place her own kiss on this genre. She’s also the founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books, having published a couple great new up and coming MM authors.
A.E. has a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from Virginia Wesleyan College that she used to start her own paralegal firm after she graduated in 2008. She spent five years preparing and filing bankruptcy petitions for struggling blue collar workers who couldn’t afford to file with a lawyer. It was a rewarding and satisfying career… but another path called to her. Writing.
A.E.’s writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Stories that often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
Now that she’s gotten over her 10 books published hump, she’s kind of known now for her hardcore, play rough and love hard, bad boy, alphas. However, she does like to push herself to step out of her comfort zone, exploring with different tropes, but she won’t push herself into a whole other genre. She’s head over heels for MM romance and has tons of more hot stories to tell.
Be sure to visit Adrienne on her social media pages and subscribe to her newsletter to never miss another release date! Go to A.E. Via’s official website for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, VSWB submissions, and where she’ll appear next.


Friday, September 22, 2017

Book Blitz & Giveaway For NELUMBO NUCIFERA By Cristina Slough

Title: Nelumbo Nucifera
Author: Cristina Slough
Genre: Thriller/ Womens Fiction

Release Date: January 24th, 2017
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

On the surface, Gaby Parker has it all; however, behind closed doors, is a woman who lives in constant fear of the man who was supposed to love her: her husband, Kyle. Beaten, desperate, and broken, Gaby realizes the only way to escape from her violent husband is to kill herself — on paper. Gaby is dead, and Riley Locklin is born, residing in the tranquil coastal town of Chesswick Bay Montauk where she hopes to start over and meets a man who shows her bruises aren’t kisses. Meanwhile, back home, Kyle is doing everything in his power to prove Gaby isn’t dead. But…police find her burnt-out car and remains? Kyle isn’t buying it; he knows she’s still alive. He launches his own full investigation to find his wife — and he’ll stop at nothing to claim her back. A female Detective assigned to his wife’s case doesn’t like him very much after discovering a domestic violence report - scorned by the history of her mother’s domestic abuse, she’s determined to send Kyle down for his wife’s murder. And then he finds her. Will Gaby finally take a stand? - NELUMBO NUCIFERA

Novelist, movie addict, and animal lover, Cristina Slough is the author of: Till Death Us Do Part, and Nelumbo Nucifera.
Cristina has always been a bookworm and loves delving into a literacy fictional world of her own.
Cristina is married to Adam, who runs a successful business; together they share their Bedfordshire home with their son, and several spoiled pets.