Tuesday, November 26, 2013

The Hunter's Assessment

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For those who are looking for the tour from yesterday...my internet decided it didn't want to work. No pics, no videos, no downloading of said items either. Since last Friday. Still having issues off and on, but found a window! :D So welcome to the tour and thanks for your patience!

Title: Hunter’s Assessment


Series: Arcturian Bloodlines


Author: Karyn Pearson


Genre: Paranormal YA



Formats Available In: Digital


Release Date: TBA


Blurb: After years of training, they should have been ready for this. It was supposed to be a simple mission: eliminate the vampires and acquire the intel they’re guarding.


Shane Kantor figured that this hunter’s assessment would be like every other test the Hunter’s Society had thrown at him and his squad. But he was wrong. Now Shane might just lose everything: his life, his legacy, and worst of all, her.




“Hi,” she said, extending a hand. “You’re Shane?”


            “Yeah,” he nodded woodenly, swallowing a lump in his throat as he shook her hand. “So you’re Sophie. My Predictor.”


            “Yep, that’s me.”


            “It’s an honor to have you on my squad.”


            Sophie looked shyly away from him, laughing lightly. “No,” she murmured, shaking her head. “The honor’s all mine. I didn’t know you were the Grandmaster’s son. I feel lucky to have been chosen to be part of your squad.”


            “Yeah, I figure the Grandmaster wouldn’t want to leave her own kid stuck with just anybody,” Troy, the Marksman, agreed. “If it was me, I’d want to have someone like you well-protected. Wouldn’t want the Grandmaster’s son accidentally getting killed from having incompetent squad mates, now would we?”


            Shane frowned. “Let me just make one thing clear, alright?”


            “By all means, go ahead, oh righteous leader,” Troy drawled.


            “Forget that I’m the Grandmaster’s son. I don’t want preferential treatment. I don’t want you all to look at me and see Shane Kantor, son of Nadia Kantor, the Grandmaster and leader of the Hunter’s Society. I just want you to see me as your friend, your comrade. Nothing more, nothing less. We’re all equals here. Understood?”


            “Yes, I understand,” Sophie replied.


            Shane looked to Troy, waiting for his answer.


            The Marksman sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Alright,” he muttered, throwing his hands up in a gesture of half-surrender, half-compliance. “No favorites?”


            “No favorites.” Shane confirmed.


            Troy grinned. “So, Mister Not-the-Grandmaster’s-son, how good are you in a fight?”


            The Dancer’s eyes lit up with amusement as he regarded his new comrade. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”



About Karyn Pearson:


Karyn Pearson is the author of Spark (Hellfire Trilogy #1) and full-time pet parent of her two dogs Nikki and Jamie. She has a B.A. in Anthropology and has explored dozens of cultures in her studies, but has imagined countless more. Karyn enjoys reading, playing action RPGs, and plotting the next adventure for her characters when she has a spare moment free of the dreaded and undefeated “puppy dog eyes attack.”


Her current projects include Inferno (Hellfire Trilogy #2) and the first novel of the upcoming vampire series, Arcturian Bloodlines. When she’s not writing, Karyn can be found playing with her puppies or Googling various dangerous topics for novel research that make her constantly question why federal agents haven’t yet knocked down her front door.



Monday, November 25, 2013

The Blacksmith's Son ~

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Friday, November 15, 2013

The Wolf on the Run by Jorja Lovett book spotlight

Many thanks for sharing my new release, The Wolf on the Run. This is book two in my series, The Wild Irish Wolves.

The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett

Short Blurb:

Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she's intent on facing her demons alone?

Long Blurb:

As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.

When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more than friends.

Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.

Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.

Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?



 “I don’t know what they put in the drink around here, but I think I like it.” Rory positioned himself between her legs and bent down to kiss her.

With moves worthy of an American wrestler, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Caught off balance, he fell forward and landed flat out on top of Naomi.

Her dress rode up her thighs to give him a peek of lacy black stocking tops. His cock responded appropriately. “Are you trying to seduce me, Ms Duffy?”

“Is it working?” She shoved her hands down the back of his trousers and grabbed his backside, making it crystal clear what she wanted.

At his hesitation, Naomi renewed the kiss, dipping her tongue into his mouth to create a spark that set him on a one way path. The base nature of his position, his hard-on pressed against the soft mound of her pussy, called directly to the wild side of him already on the prowl tonight.

“Are you sure?” He waited for the green light before he raced out of the trap.

“Have you got any protection?” The first flicker of doubt crossed Naomi’s face.

At times like this he was glad he’d been a boy scout. He took time out from their dry humping to pull a condom from his wallet. “With you, I’m always ready.”

Naomi snatched the foil packet from his grasp and ripped it open.

“Get ‘em off,” she ordered before popping the rubber in her ‘O’ shaped mouth. He couldn’t drop his trousers fast enough.

Naomi slipped off the car to crouch before him on the ground. In one slow, exquisite motion, she sheathed him with her mouth. His legs quivered at such an intimate, erotic interaction. When she stood up and assumed her horizontal position back on the boot, she winked.

That did it. He pulled her legs towards him until her arse was on the edge of the car and ripped her panties off. He took hold of his cock and plunged it into her pussy. The sudden coupling gave him instant satisfaction, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her. He hooked Naomi’s knee to lift her leg higher, plunge deeper.

The cold night became a distant memory as her tight heat wrapped around his dick. The raw pleasure of being inside her was only surpassed by pride at her moans of satisfaction. Driven by her escalating cries, Rory thrust into her with zeal. He clenched his buttocks and struck at her core. Who said lightning couldn’t hit the same place twice? According to Naomi’s cries he’d hit it with astounding accuracy time and time again.

Her obvious enjoyment brought out the savage beast in him and all he wanted to do was claim his mate completely. He buried himself deep inside her, knotting them together so tight he never wanted to let go. Only her wrapping reminded him they were still in their human form. The abrasion of her stockings against his skin as their bodies rubbed together, built up the static charge between them. Until he was at the point where one more brush of lace would send sparks flying.


Available from TotallyBound, Amazon, All Romance, Bookstrand

Author Bio:

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.


Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Shadow of Samhain Review

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First off, I'm not a professional reviewer, nor even an amateur. I am a professional reader, if there is such a thing LOL I've been reading for many years. I devour books like they're chocolate. I agreed, for my part of the tour, to do a review. So here goes my opinion as a reader.

Shadow of Samhain, by Dawn Colclasure has a great premise. Love the base plot and story line. Druids particularly fascinate me. As I've recently traced my ancestry back to there, there's been a renewal pushing me back toward the extreme obsession I used to have.

An ancient evil, one that's come through the centuries to carry out a curse that kills some and takes over others. Love the base horror concept. What is scarier than an evil being that can take over your body and make you do things you don't wish to, as well as holds magic and power beyond what this world has seen in a millennia?

The main character is likeable, although it took me a long time to warm up to her. On a scale from 1-5, I give it a 3. The pacing was off for me, too much explanation at times, and not enough at others. I wish there had been more of the ancient times, or a stronger delving into the life of Druids sooner.

All in all, it was a fine read, even though I may have wished for better characterization, and tighter tension. The potential for some on your seat scary was there, but the story fell slightly short of the mark. I do mean slightly. And partly why I feel this could have been tighter and more intense is because there were flashes in the prose that showed the author was capable of it.

If given the chance, I would read more of this author's writing.

If you like the Druids, and ancient stuff filtering into modern life (which I do!) this is the read for you. Here is one link to Shadow of Samhain: http://www.bookstrand.com/shadow-of-samhain

Have any of you read it? If so, what did you think? What did you find as the strongest characteristic? The weakest?