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August 6, 2016
Hell’s Revenge
Hell’s Revenge
(Princess of Hell #3)
“But, as a princess of Hell, I tended to lean toward the more dramatic—I did have a reputation to uphold after all. I threw a knife at my visiting mother’s head. In my defense, it was only a butter knife—unfortunately—and I knew, even before I fired it with deadly intent, it would never make its target—an even bigger shame.”
“He’ll let you go when you can comport yourself as a lady.”
I snorted. Like that would ever happen.
“When Hell freezes over.”
At his arched brow, I flushed and amended my statement,
“Again.”
― Eve Langlais, Hell’s Revenge
I am literally going to kill my mother.
To say I have mommy issues is putting it mildly. The woman who abandoned me has a lot of nerve to just saunter back into my life without warning and drop a bombshell of atomic proportions. I tried to kill her as a way of resolving my inner Freudian issues, but my damned boyfriends stopped me. Spoilsports.
As if wanting to strangle my birth mother isn’t enough, once again, someone is messing with my life and a new player steps in to save me. Did I mention my dark knight is tall, gorgeous, and fanged? Just don’t tell my lovers because apparently they’re not willing to share me with the undead.
The final showdown with the mysterious figure—also known as the major pain in my ass—fast approaches. I don’t care how powerful they are. They screwed up big time when they took something precious of mine. It’s never a good idea to piss off this princess of Hell because revenge is my middle name.
Thrust into the final showdown, thankfully, I’ve got more than my fallen angel and kitty at my side. Dark, Fanged, and Delicious is determined to join my group. I’m facing my biggest challenge yet, but don’t worry, with the help of my family and lovers, Hell will have its revenge.
Love the Princess of Hell Series!!!! Let’s see Lucifer & Gaia for parents, a fallen angel &
a cat shifter for lovers,
Third Times Definitely The Charm Dude get ready for some amazing times on Earth and in Hell.
August 4, 2016
When A Lioness Snarls
When A Lioness Snarls
A Lion’s Pride #5
“Are you flirting with me?” Shyness wasn’t something Luna suffered from.
“I don’t date—”
“—shifters, and especially lionesses. I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I still don’t see why. We could have so much fun. No strings. Just hot, sweaty sex for hours and hours.”
“If it takes him hours to get you off, then he’s not doing it right.”
― Eve Langlais, When a Lioness Snarls
Stalking is only a crime among humans. In a lioness’s world, it’s called dating.
A heroine that SNARLS!
Jeoff, is a bit of a killjoy, a super cute one who gets furry on full moons.
But so does she.
Luna is everything Jeoff is not. Outrageous, outgoing, and violent. Very violent, and unafraid to go after what she wants—and she wants Jeoff.
Silly man, he thinks he can resist, but once a lioness sets her sights on a man, paws off! And if anyone thinks to try and take him… There’s a reason why the ladies of the pride win the yearly award for Baddest Biatches.
Fear the claw. *Snarl*.
Resist Me….I Dare You!!! Luna, a lioness of the Lion Pride has always been attracted to Jeoff the Alpha of the Wolf pack.
Rawr! Lioness and Wolfie! I’ve been waiting for this book forever…or since I first read the series and about Luna.
August 2, 2016
Bunny And The Bear
“Victor, who grinned, his excitement evident. “I guess we’re going on a rescue mission.”
“Freak. I know you. You’re dying to try some new gun out, aren’t you?”
Victor’s smile widened. “Who, me? Maybe. Just wait until you see what this baby can do.”
Miranda shook her head. Boys and their toys.”
― Eve Langlais, Bunny and the Bear
What’s a poor bear to do when all he wants is some sweet, bunny pie?
Warning: No bunnies were permanently harmed in the making of this story, but the prognosis isn’t so good for the pie.
Bears and bunnies aren’t supposed to mix, or that’s what Chase keeps telling himself when his bouncy new neighbor won’t stay out of his business—and his mind. However, the more he gets to know his overly perky neighbor, the more he craves her, a desire worse than his addiction to honey and pie.
Miranda’s on a mission for the Furry United Coalition, and it involves secretly guarding one grumpy ol’ bear. Staying focused on the job isn’t easy when all she can think about is turning his frown upside down, a task made harder when she gets a glimpse of his passion. When she hears about his theory on woodland creatures and predators not mixing, she thinks all is lost, but she didn’t count on a bear’s curious nature—and possessive need.
When an evil force abducts Chase, Miranda unleashes her bunny in order to save him, but the revelation of her shifter side puts her in danger. Is one ornery bear enough to save her from a mad scientist? And if he does, can a bear forget her woodland creature status long enough to love her and make her his mate?
Hilarious and cute A great read that will make you cheer, laugh and leave you wanting more
Love the plot and that the women is the heroine … Love the plot and that the women is the heroine even if the big guy gets to help in the end.
July 28, 2016
Toxic
Looking for a darker kind of vampire romance?
“Now, I came to everyone else’s rescue. Screw the knights in shining armor. This beauty of the night came to your rescue with pointed fangs and skintight leather then, as a thank-you, sucked your blood in payment.”
― Eve Langlais, Toxic
“If you truly cared for me, you’d protect me and fight by my side.” His face tightened with anger.
“You would have me blatantly break my vows? Give up everything I’ve ever known. And you, what would you give in return?” The words tumbled from my lips, unbidden and shocking.
“I’d give you my heart.”
A story where the line between good and evil is blurred, and in some cases stomped on.
Don’t play with your food, the first rule of etiquette vampires are taught, and yet I am so tempted to nibble on the mortal doctor I’m forced to work with. My weakness for Raphael is a problem—for him. My touch is deadly to humans, although they do tend to die with a smile on their face.
Vampires are real. The world now knows, and in a gesture of good will, we’ve allowed them to send a human to study us that the populace might understand they’ve nothing to fear. We’re not savage, mindless killers. We’re cold, calculating survivors, and we know how to keep a secret.
It’s up to me to make sure this human doctor doesn’t see too much. So no eating him, as I’m sure his demise will end the precarious truce vampire kind has with the world. It saddens me to admit we will need their armies and weapons in the coming war. A war they refuse to believe is coming.
Fools. I haven’t lived this long to suffer them, and I didn’t become the general of the vampire queen’s army by being diplomatic. Everyone will fight in the upcoming battle, or they’ll feed my troops. All things living will do their part, or die.
Just like Raphael will die if he keeps tempting me with those lips. Because everyone knows a vampire’s kiss is toxic.
Eve wannabe…shameless! I love Eve Langlais, PERIOD! I would start reading the newspaper versus the internet if she wrote it. That being said, I really liked this book
Toxic Attraction A vampire general is attracted to a research doctor, who may or may not be human.
July 26, 2016
Swan And The Bear
“Even the temptation hidden in a stolen picnic basket didn’t excite him as much as the thought of touching or tasting her did. Campers everywhere would rejoice.”
― Eve Langlais, Swan and the Bear
“Manwhore? That’s harsh. I prefer the term erotic specialist with a degree in oral pleasure.” He waggled his lips in opposing directions—a hit with the ladies, especially once they got their pants off—and winked.”
― Eve Langlais, Swan and the Bear
Screw honey, this bear craves chocolate.
Mason, a true ladies man and a big teddy of a bear, is on a mission to protect the shifter community. Who is he to complain if that task requires him to guard FUC’s tech wizard—a curvy mocha hottie who knows how to bring him to his knees.
Jessie has no patience for a bear who flirts every time he breathes. Despite his appeal, and smoking good looks, she refuses to give in to his charm. She can’t because this swan princess is already promised to another.
When an evil mastermind sets his sights on her, will one playful bear be enough to save her feathery tail from danger? And if Mason manages to steal her heart who will save him from her daddy—the not-so-nice swan king?
AMAZING! I was in love with this book. It was a one sitting read. I seriously could not put it down.
Seriously hot, sexy and funny read! Jessie is the tech geek at FUC “Furry United Coalition”. She may a wizard when it comes to computers but she’s pretty clueless when it comes to love
July 23, 2016
A Tiger’s Bride
A Tiger’s Bride
A Lion’s Pride #4
This tiger is determined to make her his bride, even if he has to kidnap her.
“The size doesn’t matter.”
The imp in her, the one that had obviously heard her sister one too many times, retorted, “Funny, I was always told by the girls that it’s all about the size. The bigger, the better.”
While her own words didn’t make her blush, his reply did. “I assure you, I have more than enough size to please you, little kitten. And my oral skills are to scream for.”
― Eve Langlais, A Tiger’s Bride
A hero that RAWRS!
When seduction fails this tiger turns to abduction.
A petty thing likes laws doesn’t stop this Siberian tiger when he meets the woman he wants. An accidental kidnapping? Check. A forced marriage? Check. A virgin bride?
Damn. There go his plans for seduction and here comes the pressure into making her first time perfect. Because everyone knows that’s the one she’ll remember, forever. Gulp.
Add in a plane crash as well as hunters out to capture them and the heat is truly on. Can this suave Russian mobster meet the challenge?
Dimitri, what are we gonna do with you? Dimitri and Teena were just about the craziest pairing ever.
A Reading the Paranormal Review I get SUCH A KICK out of Eve Langlais’s books. Her characters are ridiculously arrogant and I can’t help but love them for it.
July 21, 2016
When A Lioness Snarls
When A Lioness Snarls
A Lion’s Pride #5
RELEASE DAY!!!
Stalking is only a crime among humans. In a lioness’s world, it’s called dating.
A heroine that SNARLS!
Jeoff, is a bit of a killjoy, a super cute one who gets furry on full moons.
But so does she.
Luna is everything Jeoff is not. Outrageous, outgoing, and violent. Very violent, and unafraid to go after what she wants—and she wants Jeoff.
Silly man, he thinks he can resist, but once a lioness sets her sights on a man, paws off! And if anyone thinks to try and take him… There’s a reason why the ladies of the pride win the yearly award for Baddest Biatches.
Fear the claw. *Snarl*.
This is the life. Luna didn’t care what anybody said. Nothing could compare to the enjoyment of sunbathing in a warm patch of sunlight while the chill of fall gripped the city outside.
She stretched on the fabric-covered pile of cushions, extending all of her limbs, practically purring in delight as the rays of brilliant sunshine streamed through the large plate-glass window of the condo.
“What the fuck are you doing?” The shocked male voice didn’t startle her. Noisy wolf. She’d heard him coming for a while. He really needed to work on his stealth technique.
Exhibiting a laziness that usually only a male lion could achieve, Luna opened an eye and peered at the man standing, arms folded over his chest, across the room. He glared—how cute. “Hi, Jeoff.”
“Don’t you hi Jeoff me. What the hell are you doing in my apartment? Naked.”
He’d noticed. Point. “I’m naked because it turns out you have a delightful afternoon spot, right about here.” She indulged in a long stretch atop the cushions that she’d yanked off his couch and upon which she lay with her arms and legs extended. The pose pulled her tanned skin taut. Tanned with no lines, she should add. She’d recently gotten some time on a beach for a job in the south. It was a shifter-friendly locale and clothing optional.
“You do realize that the folks in the building across from here can see straight in.”
How positively titillating. “Are they watching, do you think?” Luna rolled to her stomach and peered out the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She waved, but with the sun streaming in, couldn’t tell if anyone watched and waved back.
A heavy sigh let her know Jeoff still stood behind her. As if she could miss his presence. Jeoff wasn’t the kind of guy a girl could ignore. And not just because he reeked of dog. Dog as in a wolf shifter, not a true canine, although the two species did smell remarkably alike.
But she could forgive his furry fault because he was the standoffish hottie everyone wanted to bang. Like seriously, anyone with a pulse wanted to strip and ride Jeoff cowgirl style.
He had only himself to blame. Tall, much taller than her, Jeoff had broad shoulders but a lean build, an athletic build with defined muscle. He wasn’t like the lions in her pride, all beefed up and impressed with himself. While a touch nerdy with his glasses and three-piece suit—the glasses a bit of a superhero accessory to his public persona—Jeoff was all man. And an uptight prude.
“If your naked ass ends up on the Internet, don’t come yowling to me.”
“I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” she announced with a grin.
“Impossible,” he muttered. “Just impossible to reason with.”
“Don’t blame me because you can’t grasp the female mind.”
“The female mind is easy compared to that of a lioness. You’re all freaking nuts.”
“Why thank you.” Another sigh from him already? That might be a record, and another point.
“Why are you here?” Jeoff asked with an exasperation that had taken her under five minutes to achieve. The wolf proved such an easy mark to frazzle.
“I am here on pride business.” Luna flipped to her feet and padded toward Jeoff, leaving her sunny spot behind.
Don’t worry, my precious. I’ll be back. The winter months were about to begin. She’d need all the sunny spots she could find for napping.
“Does your business always involve breaking and entering?” Jeoff asked as he turned from her and headed to his kitchen.
“Not always, but more often than you’d think.”
He stuck his head around the fridge door to ask her, “Because the job demands it, or because a certain kitty got curious?”
“Jeoff, that is so species-ist. I should totally kick your ass for that.”
He straightened out of the fridge and handed her a beer. “Kick my ass later. Get some clothes on and then you can tell me what kind of business brings you here.”
“I don’t need clothes to talk.”
“Maybe you don’t, but I refuse to listen while your coochie is hanging out.”
Some people could be such prudes. “I’ll have you know my coochie does not hang because I do Kegels daily.” Luna did a squat just to see him avert his eyes to the ceiling.
But he wasn’t completely uninterested. The bulge in his pants was too pronounced for that.
Well, well. Maybe Jeoff isn’t as immune as I thought. And she really did wonder. She’d had her eye on the wolf for a while now, had even made a few overtures that he’d politely brushed aside. According to him, he dated only human girls because, “They cause less drama.”
Kind of boring really. But hey, his loss.
“Put some clothes on. Now.” Funny how a single guy in his early thirties could totally channel the voice and tone of a father.
Luna wasn’t a little girl, though. It didn’t take much to pounce him from behind and wrap naked limbs around him. She yelled, “A naked woman is touching you!” She totally couldn’t wait for him to freak out.
What she didn’t expect was to get flipped onto her back on the cushion-bereft couch with him poised atop her.
His eyes practically blazed. “Are you demented?”
She smiled. “Only when I take after my mother’s side.”
“And what did you inherit from your father’s side?”
“Ability to burp the alphabet in one shot.”
“That is not something I’d brag about to people.”
“That’s what my Aunt Zelda keeps telling me. Says my grandmother is probably rolling over in her grave. Which I see as a good thing. I’m sure she wants to stay in shape in case the zombie apocalypse comes and she needs to chase down brains for dinner.”
“I should know better than to try and have a conversation with a cat. You’re all impossible.” He rolled off her and got to his feet. Moving a few feet, he dropped onto a chair that retained its cushion. With his free hand, he yanked at his tie and loosened it. “Tell me why you’re here and then go.”
“Aren’t you going to beg me to put some clothes on?” Luna perched on the couch across from him, legs primly crossed, hands on her knees, shoulders back. The picture of perfect posture.
He kept his gaze trained on her face. “Naked looks good on you. So, no, you can stay that way. I’m good.”
Oh. Point for him since he’d managed to surprise her, and dammit, he knew it judging by the twinkle in his eye and the deadly dimple in his cheek.
“Are you flirting with me?” Shyness wasn’t something Luna suffered from.
“I don’t date—”
“—shifters, and especially lionesses. I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I still don’t see why. We could have so much fun. No strings. Just hot, sweaty sex for hours and hours.”
“If it takes him hours to get you off, then he’s not doing it right.” For a moment, his eyes flared with fire.
“Don’t tell me you’re a two-minute wonder.”
“Whatever helps you not lust after me at night.”
“I don’t lust after you.”
“Says the woman sitting naked in my apartment. I know a dating service if you’re that hard up.”
At the implication Luna couldn’t get a man, annoyance burned. She leaned over and grabbed her T-shirt from the armrest it had landed on when she’d stripped earlier. Tugging it on, she noted his gaze a little south of her neckline once her head popped through the hole. She hid an inner smirk as she smoothed the fabric over her frame.
He might push her away, yet he wasn’t unaffected.
Just playing hard to get.
She could dig that, although she would admit she didn’t usually flirt with a man so blatantly. Luna preferred a more forthright manner. Usually of, “Hey, you’re hot. Wanna check out my ceiling?”
Her ceiling, his ceiling, either worked so long as he didn’t have a ceiling fan. Watching them spin made her dizzy.
“Check it out, Captain Prude. I am wearing clothes. Are you happy now?”
“Not particularly. Have you seen what’s on your shirt?”
She peered down and grinned. The shirt displayed a buck-toothed beaver, wearing lipstick, with the stamped words, Pet My Beaver. “Isn’t it cute?”
“I don’t recall the last beaver I saw being that hairy.” Utterly deadpan.
Yup, he’d totally noticed the trimming down south. “Want to pet it?”
July 20, 2016
When A Lioness Snarls
The next book in A Lion’s Pride.
When A Lioness Snarls
Coming everywhere tomorrow
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July 19, 2016
When a Lioness Snarls
The next book in A Lion’s Pride.
When A Lioness Snarls
Coming July 21st everywhere!
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When An Omega Snaps
When An Omega Snaps
A Lion’s Pride #3
Kiss me,” she demanded.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t didn’t stop you earlier this evening.”
“Earlier this evening you weren’t incapacitated.”
“We can work it off. If we take it slow, I’ll be fine. Just don’t expect me to swing from a chandelier. The last time I did that, the whole ceiling came down,” she confided.
“I’d really rather not hear about your sexual exploits,” he growled. A jealous Leo was adorable.
“Oh, I didn’t do it for sex. We were playing Tomb Raider. And I would have gotten away with the treasure, too, if the bolts would have held.”
“You are something else,”
― Eve Langlais, When An Omega Snaps
Losing control is unheard of until he meets HER.
A hero that RAWRS!
Leo is the calm guy. The nice guy. The one nobody screws with. So could someone explain that to Meena so she stops driving him insane—with desire.
When Meena literally throws herself at Leo and declares he’s her mate, his first reaction is to deny—and run far, far away. This lion/tiger mix doesn’t do drama and chaos. Problem is, once he sets eyes on her, he can’t help but want the vivacious blonde with plus-sized curves, perfect for a big man like himself.
He wants her even if it breaks all his rules when it comes to women.
Wants her even if she destroys his serenity.
Wants her more than a perfectly grilled piece of steak with a dash of garlic, pepper, and salt.
Thing is, someone else wants her too.
This poor omega is about to have his world turned upside down, which means everyone better watch out because when Leo experiences love, jealousy, and frustration for the first time, he doesn’t just snap—he roars!
I’m doing the fangirl squee here You know, I say it in every review and every time I refer someone new to her books, and it’s always true: you can’t go wrong with an Eve Langlais book.
Let me jump into his arms Leo is the very calm, organised omega of the Pride. He is the one that keeps the pride functioning and everyone getting along.
