Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Today we are featuring the second book in the LOVE HAIGHT series by Jean Rabe and Donald Bingle.
Supernatural beings are willing to fight for their legal rights!Since the Summer of Love, the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco has been known for attracting weird and unconventional souls, but things got even stranger when the monsters moved in.
“I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill him. I couldn’t possibly have killed him.” Murphy paused and sucked in a big breath that swelled her ample chest. “Well, of course I could have killed him. I could have easily killed him. Everyone is capable of doing something awful and heinous and soul-numbingly disgusting like that. But I didn’t do it.” She paused again. “I loved him. I really, truly, deeply, and with all my heart loved Nathaniel Terrence Jackson the Third.”
Evelyn Love sat across from the nixie in an uncomfortable straight-backed chair; it was pitted metal gray, the table gray, the floor concrete and a slightly lighter shade of gray, the block walls painted gray, the only interruption being a mirror framed with a stripe of black, which was a two-way glass window—and there damn well better not be someone on the other side of it watching. This was an attorney-client meeting and therefore privileged.
“Nat-Jack and me … I called him Nat-Jack. I was swimming out by Alcatraz Island, and I saw him on a boat, some sightseeing and fishing combo thing, he said. He was handsome. I surfaced and said ‘hi,’ invited myself onboard, and rode back to Fisherman’s Wharf with them. After that, we’d meet a couple of times a week down at the beach. That’s where I fell in love with him, by the sea. He always looked sophisticated, nice clothes, kept his hair styled. I adored twisting my fingers in his hair. It was as black as a freshly-painted freighter bottom. Oh, and his blue eyes. Gorgeous blue eyes. And you could tell he worked out because—”
Thomas Brock floated through the door and hovered half-in and half-out of the chair next to Evelyn and whispered to her that the observation room beyond the mirror was indeed empty. The ghost attorney leaned forward as the nixie continued to expound upon her love of the man she’d been accused of murdering.
“—I’m attracted to men with muscles, and Nat-Jack had these arms … guns, he called them. They weren’t guns, of course, not the kind that you could fill with bullets, aim, and pull the trigger. They were well-muscled arms, tanned and pretty. One arm had a tattoo of a cross with John fourteen-six printed under it, a religious reference, I think. But he called them guns, his arms. Maybe that’s a football-thing, you know, a football term. Guns. Nat-Jack was with the Forty-Niners team and—”
Evelyn thought the nixie lovely. No, that was an insufficient word. The lithe woman in the green prison jumpsuit—green being the color given to those accused of murder or on suicide watch—had a heart-shaped face, glittering emerald eyes, slightly pointed ears, and long silver hair that undulated slowly like sea fronds stirred by the tide. Her skin was flawless and the shade of polished pewter.
Striking. Stunning. Breathtaking. Exotic.
Exotic described her best.
“I’ve never been to a football game, but Nat-Jack promised I’d have a seat at the fifty-yard line when the season started. He said I could eat popcorn. I like popcorn, don’t you? They sell popcorn at Fisherman’s Wharf. The kind with caramel or butter—”
Murphy’s childlike voice was musical, sounding like she sang rather than talked. Evelyn thought she also sounded vacuous and her chatter inane.
Exotic and vacuous and musical.
And the nixie had admitted right here—and earlier to police—that she was fully capable of murder. Murphy prattled on for several more minutes before Thomas interrupted her.
“According to police,” he began “you were—”
“That detective, the one who arrested me … well, there were two detectives. I guess they both arrested me. But the tall one, the older one, he wrote on the arrest form that I’m a Rusalka. I’m not a Rusalka. There are a few Rusalka out in the bay sometimes, but I’m a—”
“Nixie,” Thomas said. “We know the difference.”
Evelyn didn’t know the difference between a nixie and a Rusalka, but figured she could look it up later. What was crucial now was finishing this interview and preparing a defense, as they’d agreed to take her on as a client.
“The guard with the crooked nose said you are one of the best attorneys in the city, Mr. Brock, even though you’re dead.” She took another deep breath. “I’m sure you’re a good attorney, too, Miss Love. Evelyn, right? Love is a last name, right?”
“Yes, Love is my last name.”
“Nice name, Love. I loved Nat-Jack with all my heart. I think I mentioned that. Love. I don’t have a last name. I don’t need one.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
USA Today best-seller, Jean Rabe's impressive writing career spans decades, starting as a newspaper reporter and bureau chief.
From there she went on to become the director of RPGA, a co-editor with Martin H. Greenberg for DAW books, and, most notably, Rabe is an award-winning author of more than forty science fiction/fantasy and murder mystery thrillers.
She writes mysteries and fantasies, because life is too short to be limited to one genre--and she does it with dogs tangled at her feet, because life is too short not to be covered in fur.
Monday, September 27, 2021
Good morning my peeps hope your Monday is starting off great . It is time to start thinking about Halloween and all the great books that are out. Todays book is a novella from Hp Mallory and J.R Rain. THE BLACK CAT COCKTAIL CLUB ( book 8 in the Haven Hollow series )
The women of Haven Hollow aren’t your typical forty-something singles. Poppy’s a gypsy who creates potions, Wanda’s a witch, Fifi’s a succubus, Libby’s a zombie, Darla was once a ghost but now she’s corporeal and Bailey’s a medium.When they find themselves forming an unlikely friendship over potion-brewing and booze, Wanda decides their impromptu group needs a name. But, somehow, ‘Flushed and Forty,’ ‘The Haven Hollow Hoochies,’ and ‘The Witchy Winos’ aren’t exactly cutting it.
Thursday, September 23, 2021
Good afternoon everyone . today I have the first book in a brand new series by VJ Lee. BLAZE'S JO ( Sister Jo book one )
DeeDee Christensen never had a family of her own, and it made her feel like she didn't fit in. She had a successful business where she had a calming effect on people, making her upskilling business a massive success. The side effect of that was she had everything money could buy, including a fricking jet. But all her money couldn't buy her love. Then, she went to work for Mountain Brothers Inc., where she met the king of one-and-done, alpha-hole, and beautiful bastard, Mr. Blaze Sanders. She never thought she'd fall for him, or that she'd be thrown into other worlds.Blaze Sanders hated doing his time in the human realm around people, but he loved doing their women. So, working for Mountain Brothers Inc. did have some perks. However, he had a critical mission to complete for his world, instead of babysitting humans. Then, DeeDee walked into his office. She was beautiful, full of life, and made him forget his sinful ways. She had a calming presence, which, combined with her intoxicating scent, scared the hell out of him, because he was falling fast and hard for her. Hell, he couldn't fall in love, because he was, in many ways, spoken for. Should he throw caution to the wind and whisk DeeDee away on his private jet, or should he complete his mission and return home to do his duty?
Monday, September 20, 2021
Good afternoon my peeps , today I have for you book seven in the Haven Hollow series by Hp Mallory and J.R Rain . Lets dive into TAFFETA TRICKERY.
So, this whole returning Lorcan’s vampire “kiss” (which would also allow me to shed my Blood Witch status) isn’t turning out the way I’d hoped.First, no matter how many times we attempt it, the spell fails. Not only that, but I’m starting to develop… ahem… extremely sensual feelings towards the incorrigible man, which doesn’t exactly float my boat or power my broom, as the case may be. But, the worst side effect of our blood bond is that now whenever Lorcan leaves, my body goes into panic mode—it actually feels like a piece of me is being ripped away.
Tuesday, September 14, 2021
Good afternoon all , today I have the brand new book from RL Merrill, lets head to Spain in her book A MATCH MADE IN SPAIN .
A small-town ASL teacher is reluctantly captivated by the Catalonian vintner determined to woo her across the Spanish countryside. Can a match made on a tour of Spain be a fairytale second chance for this grumpy/sunshine pair?
The ink on Cecilia's divorce papers might be dry, but she’s in no hurry to connect with another traveling businessman, especially the spatially challenged one seated beside her on a crack-of-dawn flight from San Francisco to Madrid.
Felip should be on top of the world running his family’s cava empire, however life has left him feeling unfulfilled as of late. Good conversation and a hard-won smile from his seatmate—a grumpy but lovely American hearing-impaired teacher—have him wondering if maybe fairytales are possible—or if he’s lost his mind, especially when a series of mishaps lands him in the role of the substitute tour guide for her group.
Over the course of twelve days, Felip’s irresistible charm and lust for life break down Cecilia’s carefully constructed walls as he competes with needy teenagers and pulls off a daring rescue to show her they are a good match. Will Cecilia see that their worlds are closer together than she thinks, and that faith and compromise can give them a real happily ever after?
Monday, September 13, 2021
Today we are heading to space and heading on a cruise ship in LOVE & TIME OF WORMHOLES by Jess Hardy .
ABOUT THE BOOK
On this deep space pleasure cruise, love is in the recycled air.
Sunastara Jeka is passionate about two things: (1) meeting the needs of the varied species who holiday aboard her interstellar pleasure cruise during the day, and (2) avoiding attachments when the occasional guest meets her needs at night.
Sunny’s life is simple, straightforward, and safe until a former one-night stand becomes her newest crew member.
Freddie has never forgotten that night with Sunny. He’s ecstatic to see her again, until she tells him she never dates her coworkers. Determined not to lose this confident, sexy, hysterical woman again, Freddie bides his time, pursuing a purely professional relationship with Sunny when they’re on the clock, while he slowly charms her senseless after hours.
As Sunny breaks her own rules about workplace romance, her tragic past and a heartbreaking betrayal thrust her orderly life into chaos.
When a hostile species holidays aboard the ship, endangering VIP guests and even the known universe, Sunny and Freddie must decide. Will they let the gravity of their pasts keep them apart, or risk it all for love and fight for their future together?
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
Good afternoon all , today I have for you book 9 in the midlife spirits series . MAKING SPIRITS BRIGHT by Hp Mallory.
While my relationship with my boyfriend, Ryan, seems to be falling apart at the seams, there’s not much I can do about it because my entire life is pretty much heading the same way.As if dealing with my temperamental and difficult niece wasn’t hard enough (especially when she won’t stop arguing with my ghostly roommate), I suddenly find myself the owner of a… dog?
Friday, September 3, 2021
ABOUT THE BOOK
When his younger brother is summoned to Versailles, Vicomte Frederique de la Tour decides to intervene and takes his place. King Louis’s XV court is stunned when instead of a lad, the legendary spy, known to his underworld associates only as The Wolf arrives.Lady in Waiting Hélène d’Ètoilles’ life has been serene: Serve Her Majesty the Queen of France with grace and obedience. Now her life and her sense of self are in turmoil when she discovers she’s been gifted to a nobleman for his family’s loyalty and years of service. No longer a lady in waiting to the Queen of France, she’s thrown into a world of subterfuge and passion, of lust and power.
Dressed from head to toe in burgundy, his sister floated behind the queen, her mask firmly in place as she laughed at some joke. A step behind her, Mademoiselle Hélène d’Ètoilles glided in.
Encased in yards of blue satin and lace, Hélène froze on the threshold, her stance proud, almost defiant. Such fire, such passion within her stirred his blood. When she turned, he caught the flash of brilliance from the square cut sapphire at her throat, the diamond drops of the necklace lying within the ample cleft of her full breasts. His fingers burned with the urge to touch, and he cursed the confines of socially acceptable behavior.
Hot, potent anger raced through him when he recognized the lust filled stares of the men in the room. He tightened his grip upon his glass when one young, eager courtier attempted to get closer to her, only to have the queen turn and speak. The young man’s face flashed with fury as he glared at Mademoiselle d’Ètoilles before it was quickly masked.
Frederique set his glass on the nearest ledge and began to make his way to where the king had settled. A tall, beautiful woman sidled forward and curtsied to the king. It didn’t take him long to recall her name. Frederique hid a smirk as he realized the queen’s fury would surely be great at having the king’s three mistresses all present and within arm’s reach of her husband.
Resolute, he focused his attention to more important matters. Keeping Hélène in sight, he skirted the crowd. He paused to speak to those who acknowledged him even as he struggled to control his frustration at the delays.
“Ah, Vicomte de la Tour.” King Louis raised a hand to halt the woman speaking to him and greeted Frederique. “I am delighted you are here.”
“Your Majesty, thank you for allowing me to attend. Allow me to extend my sincerest apologies again on the sudden illness of my brother.” Frederique bowed respectfully.
King Louis nodded. “Indeed. Your father has always been a kind, loyal man to me. Rarely does he ask me for a favor. I believe this one time I can be forgiving.” As if suddenly realizing something, he turned toward his wife. “Do you not agree, my dear?”
Thursday, September 2, 2021
Good day all , its Friday eve and I have a hot mafia book for you today . Its a dark romantic tale so let me introduce you to the men of the The Lupu Chronicles . THE RECLUSE HEIR by Monique Moreau
As the second son, I scoff at the antiquated rules and traditions of my clan. When my family needs to make an arranged marriage with a rival clan, the next in line to wed the spoiled mafie princess is me.
I’ll be damned if I’m led to the slaughter like some sacrificial lamb.
Let my younger brother, the family lapdog, do the deed. The man is a soulless bastard, anyway.
But the moment I set eyes on the precious princess at my brother’s engagement party, I regret my decision. My knees almost buckle. Holy hell, but she’s beautiful. Sultry and innocent, she’s a lethal combination the likes of which I’ve never seen before.
If only she wasn’t already pledged to my brother.
My family loves me but I’m merely a pawn in the shifting chess game between the Lupu clan and mine. As the good, obedient daughter to the boss of the Popescu family, I do what I am told. And that is to marry the youngest brother, a ruthless mafie prince with a reputation for cruelty. It’s the least I can do to make up for the grief I’ve caused my family over the years.
At my engagement party, I’m introduced to my fiancé’s older brother, Luca.
A man with cold gray eyes that makes my skin sizzle with desire.
The same man who already rejected me as his fiancée.