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The Vikings are back in Week 5/Chapter 5 of Silver and Spice by Maria MacAuley!

Hello friends/followers! Welcome to week 5/chapter 5 of  Maria MacAuley's Silver & Spice. Now we present to you another portion of a very exciting, romantic and all-around great story.  We will be posting a chapter for you to enjoy each week until the story's end. We are looking forward to comments, feelings, thoughts, etc. of what you think for each portion posted. So please be sure to leave a comment in the comments section :)

Now I present to you... Silver and Spice!

View Prologue and chapter 1 HERE, chapter 2 HERE,  chapter 3 HERE & chapter 4 HERE

Thanks for the painting are given to E Patterson
Chapter 5
Erik listened as he heard the door creak open, slam shut and his brother’s stomping footsteps echoing down the hall.  In the dim light, he watched as Kristr took up a space on one of the sleeping platforms that lined the long room.
Smiling to himself, Erik said nothing. At least this voyage, Kristr had not lain with Alfhilde. His younger brother was very much his own man, who meticulously planned his life and his voyages. Even plans had alternate plans. Judging from the heavy footsteps, the growling and angry tossing of the bedfurs, his plan with Roisin had only been considered with one outcome. Silver. The dainty Irish woman was getting under his brother's skin and it was just what he needed to release the hold of Alfhilde. 
Erik did not see himself as a complicated man. His own life had been mapped out for him, just in a different way to that of his brother.  Whereas Kristr’s education had been through fosterage, his own was through his parents and senior members of the steading.  From a young age Erik knew what his position in life was going to be, and was taught farming practices, Norse law and leadership.   When he grew into  a young man he started to enjoy the company of women, but none were suitable for the role of Jarl’s wife, and he expected his father to make a match for him when the time came, but he still had a few seasons of carousing in him yet.  That was until he saw the tall, blonde beauty splashing in the water with her tiny dark-haired friend.  His father may not allow him to marry an Irish woman, but Erik would be proud to have her as his concubine.   He would not take her unwillingly, but from the beaming smiles that she cast his way, he believed the feeling mutual.  It was just a matter of ensuring that her Christian practices and beliefs did not get in the way.  
The tossing and grunting continued. 'I know you are awake, Erik.' Kristr spoke in Gaelic so as not to share his business with the hall, and numerous male foster children of Alfhilde. 'I do not want to hear it whatever barb is caught in your gullet.'


'Little brother, it is good that you have come to your senses.' Erik said no more, and Kristr rolled onto his side and stared into the embers of the long hearth, thinking of green eyes, pink lips and long black braids.  At this stage he wondered if his own determination for revenge had impaired his normal good judgement.  Capturing men and women for slaves was a way of life in Viking society, but claiming a free woman for the unpaid debts of another, was a questionable action.  Either way, she was his responsibility now.  He may return her to her father, but he knew in his heart that to hand her over to the treacherous MacRonan would be nigh on impossible.
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Roisin and Ciara were awakened with the general noise and hubbub of morning, the guttural sounds of Norse carrying clearly through the air. She rattled the door, but they were still under lock and key. Cuddling back up to Ciara, Roisin took a deep breath, preparing the question in her mind, the answer to which she was not sure she wanted to know.
‘Are you having feelings for Erik, Ciara?’
'He his handsome, I will grant you that.' Ciara smiled to herself.  Roisin was not quite sure what to make of her foster sister’s demeanour.  Since she had become a young woman, Ciara had never discussed a man in this way.  She continued,  ‘Joseph is handsome too, but he does not make my skin tingle when he is nearby, nor does he look at me the way that Erik does.’  It was obvious to Roisin, that Ciara knew in her heart that for any happiness in her life, a marriage to Joseph was no longer a choice. Both Conall and Ciara’s own father would be displeased. But to see these budding emotions in the quiet, stoic Ciara, locked away for four winters, since her original betrothal was announced, could no longer be contained.
'If he takes you to his furs, will you go willingly?'
Another smile. 'Aye, I believe I will.'  Ciara’s honest response, may have startled Roisin, but she was very clear in her own mind.
She sat up from the sleeping bench and folded the furs neatly.  Roisin was pacing again by the door, and Ciara understood her impatience, although perhaps not for the same reason.  Three days ago she would never have dreamt of disobeying her father, brother, or Conall, let along mentioned giving her maidenhood to a man who was not her husband.   She had resigned herself to her fate; born a chieftain’s daughter, taken into fosterage, grow from a girl into a young woman with the onset of puberty, marry a chieftain‘s son and bear him children, continuing the cycle.   But three days ago she would never have dreamt that they would be taken by force from their home for another man‘s crimes.  The blonde Viking with the smiling eyes had not harmed her in any way, and had never looked at her with lust.  Speaking in halting Gaelic made his scant words as rich as a fíle, or poet, when he addressed her.  She was full of new emotions, and as it was happening, Ciara could not and would not stop them.


The bolt scraped back and Roisin lurched forward into the doorway, eager to see what was happening outside. She moved too fast and the blood rushed from her head leaving her dizzy and seeing stars. An arm curled around her waist, and she turned her head, finally focusing on the grey eyes, the low Spring sun dancing on the riotous mess of auburn waves, turning it into a flaming crown. She gave a small sigh when she thought how vibrant the colour and texture seemed to be compared to the lank stringy hair of MacRonan. She immediately chastised herself and tried to wrench free.
Returning the stare, he cocked his head, 'Do you like what you see?' He steadied her, resting his hands on her shoulders, gently pinching the dull material between his thumb and forefinger. 'Now that you are clean, I like what I see, but the garments of a thrall are not becoming.' 
Ruth came in and laid a trencher on the bench. Releasing her from his hold, he guided her over to the trestle. ‘Eat. The bread is fresh and the bacon, eggs and cheese will provide sustenance for the journey.' His eyebrow arched as he continued 'I know now how sour you become when you are hungry, and I'd just as soon have the final three days of our journey begin with you in a pleasant disposition.'
Stabbing at the meat with an eating knife she glared at him. 'You gave your word that you would not harm us, but now you have us dressed as slaves. Has MacRonan taken so much from you that you would in turn take so much from us?' She shoved the food into her mouth, taking her anger out on the viands as she chewed furiously.'Easy, little piglet. You'll choke.' His eyes narrowed. 'I have taken nothing of worth from you.  At least not yet, and that will depend on your men folk.   And I did not say you were a slave, merely that you are dressed like one. Alfhilde provided you with clean clothing for you to finish your journey. She was obviously in league with Loki himself to come up with something so ugly for someone so comely.'
Roisin blushed. This cold north air must be addling her brain. He handed her a dark green cloak, its fine woollen weave a contradiction to the brown linen sack she currently wore. He fastened it about her neck with a silver brooch.  'This is mine. It will keep you warm as we sail north.' She nodded her thanks and fingered the soft fabric and followed him out of the hut.


As the boat pushed off the bank, Roisin took a final look at her surroundings.  Silently staring  back towards the Jarlshof settlement, she observed  that Alfhilde had not come to bid them farewell, but had stood at the door of the main hall, twirling a dagger in her hand, her expression grim.  It was the direct opposite to her simpering behaviour the previous afternoon when they had arrived.  The older woman hand been clinging to Kristr like briar, and this morning she looked like she desired his death, and the icy stare made Roisin shiver.  Whatever had transpired between the two had not ended on pleasant terms.
Roisin recalled that Kristr had suggested three more days, and they would be on his land.  With each stroke of the oar they were further away from home.  Their next stop would probably be their last.  Would her father even know where to find them?  Ciara gave her a nudge, a reassuring smile and a hug.  For once she was turning to Ciara for comfort, rather than the other way around.  Not only did her foster sister not appear to fear the Norsemen, she actively enjoyed the company of one in particular.  If she went to Erik’s bed furs, the ruination of her maidenhood would prevent a respectable marriage when she got home; at this stage she could not be sure that Ciara would return home.
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[image error]In the three days since Johan Flynn left Kristr, Erik and the terrified girls, he had been busy. He knew no harm would come to the hostages, but, as with everything he saw both sides and understood their fear. Anyone who lived on the coast feared Viking raids; the bloodthirsty actions of the Norsemen were well-documented.  However, what was less commonly shared was the fact that the majority of Vikings were sailors, traders, explorers, with no interest in destroying the settlements they visited.  Johan had known Kristr since he was a young angry boy arriving at Alfhilde’s steading. As Kristr's senior by three summers, Johan had become a friend and mentor to him, his natural good humour and patience matched evenly to Kristr's anger and temper. Alfhilde may have been a firm disciplinarian in her role as foster mother, but she was able to see the talent in the young men in her care, and Johan was no exception. She taught him to hide in plain sight, to be seen by all, to disguise his identity and accent, and helped him develop a network of contacts that would get him out of any difficulty. Most importantly, she taught him how to elicit information from his conversations without the threat of torture. He was known by everyone but at the same time known by none. It was best that way.
In an ale house on the harbour of Dubh Linn, he met with one of the docksmen. Handing him a pouch of silver, he advised, 'I expect Sean MacRonan to reach port in the next day, when he does, you will know where to find me.' The squat stocky man nodded as Johan continued, 'The other group may be more difficult to identify. They will be from the far north of this island, from Donegal. It will be their broad speech and dialect of Gaelic that marks them as visitors to the settlement. If I am correct, allow three days before expecting them.'   Emptying the silver into his hand, examining the coins, and handing the small pouch back to Johan, he grunted in agreement. Johan pulled the overlarge cowl of his cloak over his head and slipped off between the timber buildings.
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[image error]Kristr was right, thought Roisin. Despite the bright sunshine, the air was cold, and she shivered.  She had never been on the open sea before.  He playfully tugged her braid. 'Cold, little piglet? Or scared? You should not feel either.' He pulled her close, and vigorously rubbed her back. For a moment she felt safe against his broad chest, but tore herself away.
'I am neither. And why do you care? I'm only goods for trade, dressed as a thrall, you have sealed my fate.' She turned and stared out onto the horizon.
'Nei. You are not a thrall and will not be treated as one. There are no slaves on my father's homestead, and have not been for twenty three summers. There are only freedmen and women. My father is a fair man and a strong leader. In return for the protection of Kerik Halsrason, all work together and the steading of Halsrafjord is profitable.'
Confusion crossed her face. 'But what of all the raids, of capturing our people?'
'Ja. Those things are true. My father had taken slaves in his youth. But something happened many years ago that changed my father's opinion on owning thralls.' Roisin looked at him, expectantly; there had to be more to the story than one sentence.  'He had captured my mother as a slave, but fell in love. And it happened as quickly as between my brother and your sister.'  He gave a light chuckle as Roisin tutted to herself.
'You and Erik are not full brothers?' Roisin knew any resemblance in both nature and looks between the two was like night and day. Their only similarity was their height and stature.
'His mother was my father's concubine. She is now his wife, and has been for a long time.'
'But your father acted as husband to two wives? That is not the Christian way.'He laughed. 'My father is not Christian. My mother was, and she gave me my name, Kristr. It is the Norse word for Christian.' Roisin was surprised at his revelation, but it explained how a heathen came by the name.
'Does she still live there in, Hasjar...?'
He corrected her struggle with the unfamiliar word.  ‘Halsarfjord. Nei, she is dead.’ His bluntness took her by surprise.  ‘She was killed when she returned to Ireland to go on a pilgrimage to Clonmacnoise, the Irish monastery, when I was eleven summers.'
'I am sorry to hear that. My own mother died when I was three winters old, so my memory of her is scant.'  Conall had told her of her strong, intelligent mother, speaking with pride of her skills with weapons.  Through Diarmuid’s stories she knew that her mother had been killed at the hands of an unknown assailant, whilst she was without weapons and helping another.  Breda would not have succumbed to this Viking so easily.  Would her mother be ashamed of her now, a daughter incapable of defence?  Or would her mother be proud that she had not crumbled into a sobbing maiden?  It would have been so good to have known her, to remember more than part of a lullaby at bed time.  Ciara did not even have that, her mother having died in childbirth.
Looking into her clear innocent green eyes, against his normal self-administered advice,  said 'Would you like to know the story?'
'If it is not too painful to tell.'
'Her name was Aisling, meaning ‘Dream’. She was small in stature like you, with flame red hair like mine.' He pulled on his short thick bunch of hair, as if to prove the point.
'My father had captured her on a raid, and had stolen her because of her distinct hair and beauty. She was so delicate in frame, she would have been useless as a field thrall. When he saw the bruises on her body, he knew that she had been beaten. By her husband.' He scowled. 'At least we have laws that allow a woman to divorce a man who is not fit to be her husband.'
'She must have been terrified to go from one abusive man to another.'
Kristr clenched his fists, and slowly unclenching them he continued. 'My father did not abuse her. He loved her. Raping defenceless women is not a badge of honour or evidence of prowess.’ Those berserks that carried out those actions in their bloodlust often regretted their actions when they finally took wives, or sired daughters, but young men in the heat of battle did not hear anything but the war cry around them.  ‘She was welcomed into my father's settlement, on Halsarfjord , as a freed woman, and within ten moons I was born. There are only four seasons between Erik and I and our mothers shared the childrearing.'   As far as Kristr was concerned, there was no point in trying to explain to Roisin the nuances of Norse life. To him, the confusion was evident on her face as she tried to make sense of their life at the steading. He continued, 'At eleven summers my mother wished to take me to Clonmacnoise, as a pilgrimage to her faith and that I may become a full member of her church. In our own Norse culture a boy is considered a man at ten-and-two years. My father accompanied us to Dubh Linn and then she and I left with a group of pilgrims, monks and nuns. No more than one day's travel from Dubh Linn we were ambushed by brigands. My mother kept whispering to me, ‘Run, Run! Run, Run!', but there was nowhere to do so, and I would not leave her. She pushed me behind her and I could only watch as a short fat masked beast singled her out and raised his sword. It was the last thing I remembered before wakening up at my father’s side. He said that three days had passed since the atrocity. She was the only one killed,'
'Did your father find the culprits?'  Even by the bloodthirsty standards of the lands outside Dubh Linn, an unprovoked attack such as this would demand retribution.
'Nei. And in my grief I rejected everything to do with the Christian faith. I could not reconcile with a God who would cause so much misery to so many people.' They sat in silence for a short while. He stood up and squeezed her hand.  'Thank you for listening to my tale. It a long time since I spoke of it, but I think of her every day.' Talking about Aisling always opened old wounds for him, and when he spoke of her, again he was that young boy.  Kristr knew he had to compose himself, and set his jaw firmly, as he turned on his heel and went to the rudder.  ’Knottr, I will take the steer now, go rest.’  He knew it was not yet his turn, but he needed to be alone. Knottr merely shrugged and helped himself to water from the barrel, before resting on his sea chest.
Roisin settled herself in the small tent, grateful for its shelter from the bracing wind as the boat skimmed over the waves. Her belly was heaving, not with seasickness, but with the story that Kristr had shared with her. Seeing her friend's pallor, Ciara gave her a hug, as she stood up to take her leave. 'I should like to say hello to Erik now.' Roisin smiled at her friend. Ciara's grin was always infectious and it was now an almost permanent feature on her beautiful face. The year as a hostage had seemed interminable, but as Roisin suspected Ciara would not be returning with her, these upcoming seasons would be so short.  She hoped that she would return to Donegal, but that would depend on her men-folk.
She mused on Kristr's statement on divorce in his own land. Her status in life was not much different to any woman in Ireland. She may have had fine clothes and comfort in the rath, but whether of noble or low birth, they were all the same, women to be married off to breed until they died from childbirth or exhaustion. Their station in life could be so casually decided by men. She thought of the old myths and legends, the warrior queens, the strong women with as many rights as men. Even her mother, with her skill as a huntress had more independence than she herself had.  Times had changed with the new faith; the priests and monks had control over the canon laws of the Church. The Brehon Laws of the ancestors were recorded in the texts, but were no longer used. Divorce was forbidden. Forgiveness and turning the other cheek may have been the mainstay of the faith, but there was not much protection against a woman who was wronged. The image of a young red-headed lad being protected by his mother as she saved his life haunted her mind.






Bio
Maria MacAuley is from Derry, Ireland and has a degree in Celtic Languages. She is married to the love of her life, and they live in relative peace with two cats.

She has a secret wish that her husband will investigate his Nordic family tree further and whisk her off on a longboat to Hammerfest to view the Northern Lights.

If Maria were to choose her favourite tense, it should be the subjunctive, and is always keen to discuss same over a pint of Guinness.
email: banbha@hotmail.com




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Review Wolf's Promise (Caedmon Wolves #2) by Ambrielle Kirk

"Wolf's Promise" Author: Ambrielle KirkGenre: Paranormal RomancePages: 131Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: November 28, 2012Author's Website
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Goodreads Blurb:Selene is thrust into the aftermath of Caedmon pack rivalry when determination to help a friend leads her to the foothills of the Virginia mountains. She doesn’t anticipate that her generosity would earn her a place behind bars and at the mercy of man who saves her from a sentence worse than death. Soon she discovers that Nick is far from ordinary. Under the façade of his commitment to protect her from evil hides a secret that shatters her faith in him.

Nick knew his life would be forever changed when Devin, the new Caedmon leader, honors him with the title of Second-in-Command. With this responsibility, he’s introduced to a web of pack politics and threats. Darius, the banished wolf who lost the most coveted title within the pack, turns out to be a sore loser, and he demands either complete dominance or total destruction. Someone must stop him before he tears down the unity that has held the pack together for decades.

In the midst of it all, he meets a tempting brazen beauty. Selene is not just any woman, and the wolf inside reminds Nick of this fact every time she’s in his presence. She awakens raging passion within him, and he desires her like no other. Nick’s past misfortunes has taught him many things. For one…never trust a woman with his heart.

True love awaits in the path of danger, but will Selene and Nick let the chaos destroy their bond? 
My Review: This is book 2 of the Caedmon Wolves series and is packed with just as much excitement and sensuality as the first. Wolf’s Promise is a story that many fans of the genre will enjoy an escape with and it can be read as a stand-alone if desired.
Selene takes a trip with the very best of intentions and ends up in the worst possible situation. Besides learning about the paranormal world, she meets one of the worst of the bunch. Thank whatever god or goddess that’s on her side, she meets the handsome werewolf Nick and he assists her out of her sticky situation and brings about some of the very best (wink wink).
Nick is just looking for a bit of reminiscing and peace before settling back into the real world. What he gets is anything and everything but peace!
Mating is a serious business and very…permanent. I’m very happy Selene and Nick found one another and look forward to more of them in the future.



Overall Rating 3.5

Sex Rating of 4 Dragon Flames

Review Wolf's Touch (Caedmon Wolves #3) by Ambrielle Kirk

"Wolf's Touch" Author: Ambrielle KirkGenre: Paranormal RomancePages: 119Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: January 21, 2013Author's Website
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Goodreads Blurb:Jayson Truman is captivated by his boss’s daughter. He finds himself fantasizing about the many ways he’d like to have his way with Arianna Klein. Despite Mr. Klein’s strong connections to the Caedmon community, he and Jayson have never seen eye to eye on any matter. Lusting after his daughter only adds fuel to the flames. Their long-standing business relationship begins to unravel. Secrets are exposed, and loyalty is tested. Jayson is warned to stay away from Arianna…

Cutting family ties seems like Arianna’s only recourse to regaining control of her life. Yet, steering clear of her father is easier said than done, especially when she holds the key to his business’s success…or failure. And as if her life weren't dictated enough by men with oversized egos, add Jayson to the equation and his many attempts to lay claim to her. If he thinks she’s going to swoon at his feet like a sex crazed maniac, he’s got another thing coming. But Arianna is not the only one with a key. Jayson may very well be the pawn she needs to get her out of the mess that her father has built.

Jayson will put his life on the line for Arianna, but will he gain her love and acceptance in return?

My Review: A sensual paranormal story that definitely keep the reader on the edge of their seat and practically panting from the suspense of various situations. Wolf’s Touch is a quick read that many fans of the genre will enjoy.
Jayson is one sensual male! We’re talking sex on a stick from the very start. He’s been waiting for years to settle with his mate and has been doing his very best to keep busy in the meantime. But will his ways and reputation have messed up any chance of her finally accepting him?
Arianna is one tough cookie! She takes no bull and will gives as good as she gets without blinking. Her only weaknesses are her father and Jayson. All she wants is to be able to make choices for herself, her very own decisions. No one else, just her. Is that too much to ask for?
I enjoyed this story and will continue to read more from the author. I just felt this story had too many loose ends untied and holes that needed to be filled that were there since book 2. I look continue to look forward to what Ambrielle will bring us next in the Caedmon Wolves series.


Overall Rating 3



Sex Rating of 4 Dragon Flames

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Review Captured (Vampire King #2) by Kenya Wright

"Escape"
Author: Kenya Wright
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 200
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: February 6, 2013
Author's Website: www.kenyawright.com

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Goodreads Blurb:Can she escape him or was she captured the whole time?

Brie and Samuel travel to the human town of Freemont and learn that Brie is being hunted. Brie is more than a domina. But what is she? And why is she being hunted as if she is the solution to a puzzle that the Quiet King has never been able to solve?

Samuel and Brie are forced to align with another, one that holds many answers and incites even more questions. Their journey drags them back to Capitol City and among the night life where sex and secrets mingle together within the light of the two moons. All this time Brie thought she’d escaped and gotten away free from vampires. But can she run away anymore or was she captured the whole time?            
My Review:
What an amazing continuation from book 1 (Escape). So sexy, exciting, fun and addictive! Captured is a definite MUST read for all fans of the genre that enjoy a great story with a side of hot alpha vamp :)
Samuel is one smexy debil! He’s a vampire I definitely would not mind running into, in a dark alley, late at night, half clothed… Anyway, he loves his queen. Will do anything for the woman that has stolen his heart and proves it many times over in this book alone! *sigh*

Brie is at a bit of a crossroads. She cares deeply for her king and his alluring ways. But is determined to be free. To roam, explore and live. Do all that she’s never done before. Now the question is, will she stay with Samuel, or will she go?
Oh man am I looking forward to the next in the series! I want, no NEED to see what happens from where it left off here. For those of you reading this review… PLEASE read book 1 first. Kenya wrote it so wonderfully that it can be read as a stand-alone. But you’ll miss out on tons of excitement and build if you don’t. Just saying.


Overall Rating


 Sex Rating of 4 Dragon Flames

Review Beloved Wizard (Knight of Excalibur #1) by Shannan Albright

"Beloved Wizard" Author: Shannan AlbrightGenre: Paranormal RomancePages: 97Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: November 1, 2011Author's Website
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Goodreads Blurb: Merci Tramaine is not happy to be called back into service by her old boss Arthur, especially when she is charged to find her missing ex-lover. Drake Monroe is Merlin reincarnated. With his powers bound by the Goddess Nimue, he has become a skilled fighter, but is no match for Nimue who kidnapped him, determined to destroy him forever.
The bloodline of Morgan Le Fey taints Merci, keeping her on the edge between light and dark. The goddess’s wicked trap springs shut, leaving both Drake and Merci racing against the clock. Passions ignite once again, but are they too late to plan a future or will they be torn from each other?
This time for eternity.

My Review:
I LOVE the concept of a modern day Arthur and his knights (I’ve always had a secret crush on him, shhh). This is a great start to a series that is magical, sensual, exciting and an all-around great story that any fans of the genre will enjoy!

Merci is a beautiful woman that’s also tough as nails. Caught between light and dark due to her heritage. She does not want anyone to know about the darkness within her. Including the man she loves. The only man for her in this life and the next.

Drake is one hot knight! He’s another one that is as tough as tough can be. He comes off a cold, a bit cruel and unfeeling… But I feel he has the right to. After all, he’s the reincarnation of Merlin and his powers have been bound for a long time. That’s a form of torture, undeserving at that. All because of an evil malicious female that (in my eyes) just has nothing better to do. He loves a woman, a very special woman, but is afraid to get too close to her because of the evil wench always at his back. Can love conquer all in this case or is it never meant to be for these two tortured souls?
Beloved Wizard is a quick short read that leaves the reader wanting more in the very best of ways. I look forward to what’s to come in the rest of the series and to so much more of Arthur and his knights ;)



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 Sex Rating of  Dragon Flames

Review Demon (Dark Musicals #2) By Laura DeLuca

"Demon" Author: Laura DeLucaGenre: YAPages: 298Source: Author in exchange for an honest review.Published: March 29, 2013Author's Website
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Goodreads Blurb: When Justyn and Rebecca set off to attend the New York School of Performing Arts, they think their dreams are about to come true. To their dismay, they aren’t in high school anymore, and the competition is steep. Rebecca must compete against accomplished singers for a role in the production of Demon Barber, including a stunning Gothic diva with her sights set on Justyn.
It doesn't help that things keep disappearing from their apartment or that Rebecca's father refuses to accept that Justyn is an essential part of her life. Yet, all this seems minimal in comparison to the serial rapist terrorizing the campus.

Consumed by fear and obsessed with revenge, Rebecca and Justyn start living the story of Sweeney Todd—both on and off the stage.
My Review: I found book 2 of the Dark Musicals series to be just as good as the first. Just as touching, romantic, exciting and mysterious. I did not know what to expect, but Laura is FULL of surprises! All fans of the genre will enjoy a great escape with Demon, even if you are not familiar with the musical the story is based upon (like me!) The author wrote it so wonderfully you’ll visualize every single moment!
Justyn and Rebecca is still an amazing couple. (I still feel that Rebecca made the perfect choice when she chose Justyn in book 1 of the series!) They are both now going on a new journey in life. Meeting new people, learning new things and experiencing new experiences. They have a bit more of a challenge with their talents this time around because it is much more demanding and professional than high school was for them. But together, those two can accomplish anything!
Even though this is book 2 of a series it can be read as a stand-alone. But I truly recommend reading book 1 so you can gain a true appreciation of Justyn and Rebecca’s relationship. I look forward to what Laura will bring us next in the series :)


Overall Rating


 Sex Rating of 1 Dragon Flame

Cover Reveal Taking Chances by Loni Flowers

Taking Chances       By Loni FlowersGenre: Adult Contemporary RomanceDate of Publication: March 1st, 2012ISBN: 978-1468184587ASIN: B006X6FTJC
Number of pages: 315Word Count: 86,000+
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Turning her back on a life she can no longer deal with, Clair Davidson has been on the streets for six months wandering aimlessly from town to town. But when a hitchhiked car ride lands her back in a familiar town, and a terrifying encounter puts her in the arms of someone too good to be true, Clair almost starts to feel like she could belong somewhere again. Almost.

Alexander Frazier knew what it felt like to live on the streets, up until he received a helping hand from a stranger. After saving Clair from a vicious attack, it’s not long before he realizes she’s a lot like he used to be—lost. Alex soon learns he will risk everything to keep her safe and get her life back on track… even if it means his heart.

But fresh starts are new to Clair and not something she’s certain she’s ready for. Clair’s had her share of people walking out of her life and she doesn’t trust her heart in Alex’s hands. Can his love give her the second chance she never saw coming?


Excerpt
Alex walked around and opened Clair’s door, helping her out as she jumped down. He followed her as she walked to the far end of the yard and sat in the grass. Lying back, she looked up toward the black sky. Alex laughed as he looked down at her.  “You know, if you’re that tired, I can get my blanket out of the car for you.”Clair gave a small smile, tapping the grass beside her with her hand. “I miss it, ya know?” “Miss what?” he asked, sitting beside her. “I don’t know, the quietness, the stars. It’s just different. I know, it sounds stupid… it’s just, I’ve been on my own for so long without anyone caring. It’s a little overwhelming having someone care about me now; especially when they hardly know me. Everything Roz has done, I mean, who even does that?”  Alex watched her. She was so animated when she talked. Her face lit up with expressions, her hands waved through the air as if she needed them to help her communicate.  Everything was light and easy going until dinner was over. Since the drive home, Clair seemed sad, but Alex let her ramble, venting whatever was bottled up inside her. “And you,” she said, looking over at Alex, “if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.” Clair sat up, crossing her legs up under her. “And this date—I mean, this hanging out we did tonight. It was the best night I’ve had since I left home. Thank you for that.” She picked blades of grass with her fingers, tearing them into tiny pieces. “You didn’t have to take me out, but you did it anyway.”His eyes traveled up her arms to her neck. Her skin looked so fair and soft under the moonlight, it made him want to run his hands over it.  “You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to take you out tonight. I’m happy you said yes. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been out on date.” Yes, a date. He didn’t want to just “hang out”; no, he wanted to know everything about her. To hold her hand, touch her skin, and taste her lips. But would she want the same things as he? He still didn’t know.  “Oh, and this,” she said, holding the charm out from around her neck, “you shouldn’t have bought me this. But I do love it. Thank you.”Alex leaned forward, taking the charm between his fingers. “I’m glad I saw you looking at it. It looks perfect on you.” He laid the charm down against her chest. Lightly, he traced his fingers up the side of her neck, her hair cupped around her face. Alex stared straight into her eyes, dark under the night’s sky. Her lips parted slightly and Alex could feel her breath quicken on his skin. He wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on his. He slipped his hand further up Clair’s neck and heard her breath catch as if she’d stopped breathing. With his face only inches away from her mouth, he whispered, “If you don’t want me to kiss you right now, you’d better tell me.”

Author Bio:   Loni Flowers lives in Eastern North Carolina with her husband; two wild toddlers, who never slow down for a second; and three couch-potato dogs, who only raise an eye when foods around. She spends her days working full-time for a well-known bank and when Loni isn't there, you can find her playing on the internet. Chatting on Twitter and Facebook is her weakness!
She loves to read and write, though can't see to find time to do them both at the same time! Balance... she has none!
An easy reader, Loni loves most genre, but she's a definite sucker for a good romance story!
Contemporary romance is her writing genre of choice but she's not opposed to writing something different should an excellent idea strike.

Some of Loni's favorite authors include: L.J. Kentowski, Stefne Miller, Cassandra Clare, J.K. Rowling, and Karen Marie Moning, Nicholas Sparks, and Jodi Picoult... just to name a few.

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Blood Reborn Reveal & Giveaway with Ashlynne Laynne

Today is a day of revelations, and I am pleased to have Ava helping me to give everyone their first look at Blood Reborn, the fourth in the Progeny series. In celebration of book four, you can comment below for your chance to receive a PDF copy of book three, Blood Promise. Today’s picture is entitled Shauna the Immortal and was created by Progeny Series fan artist, Faleasha Myers. So, thank you Faleasha for such beautiful pictures of the ever evolving Ascher and Shauna. You will find links to her work below. So without further delay, here is the first look at immortal Shauna and her eternal love.

Coming 2013Blood Reborn (The Progeny Series #4)
“Hell hath no fury like a Wiccan Reborn.”Shauna McCutchin and Ascher Rousseau share a deep and passionate bond that merges their Wiccan and vampire worlds. Destined, they’ve endured trials and suffered unimaginable pain in their quest for a happily ever after.Endowed with amazing supernatural abilities and the added attributes of her new vampire existence, Shauna is a force to rival all others—a dangerous new breed of vampire that defies conventional wisdom. Darkness shrouds the couple’s pasts and enemies are determined to ruin their future. Will Shauna surrender to the evil side of her nature, or will she stand by Ascher’s side as the Rousseaus prepare for the revolution?Shauna will either be an immortal miracle, or an unholy menace.
Exclusive Sneak Peek of Blood Reborn “Quinn! Father! I need some help here!” Ascher watched his newborn wife gasp that first existence affirming breath of half-blooded immortality. The epitome of an immortal angel clad in a pink eyelet nightgown, Shauna was anything but. She snarled and fought against her husband’s touch—clearly out of control and scary strong, much stronger than he’d expected. Her eyes closed, she writhed beneath him, her muscles straining with uncontested might. The brunt of his strength was not enough to restrain her. She was a typical newborn coming out of transformation—confused, angry and mad with thirst.“Shauna,” he whispered in a gentle, even tone, hoping to soothe her into calm.Her teeth gnashed, the razor points of her new fangs flashing at him. Even though the demonic daggers were in their beginning stages, Ascher knew that they’d hurt like hell if she nipped him. With a sudden jolt, her hand wriggled free of his hold. The delicate claws on her fingertips lashed his cheek, leaving a stinging pain on his hot face. “Damn it!” Ascher clenched his jaw and bit back a roar, taking a deep breath to halt the blood threading his vision.The entire cottage shook with the force of her newly intensified Wiccan abilities. She would either be an immortal miracle or an unholy menace. From the looks of it, she was the latter and had seclusion in her future. Booming thunder rocked the early morning sky—another bad sign, the meteorologists only forecasted beautiful weather all week. They surely hadn’t accounted for the immortal storm now known as Shawnette Rousseau. “Having trouble handling your wife?” Quinn smirked, as he assisted his brother by weighting Shauna’s flailing arms with his own. Ascher concentrated his efforts on subduing her kicking feet. “Shauna. It’s okay, sweetheart. I need you to open your eyes for me. Can you open your eyes?”Her answer to his even-tempered request was a chorus of animalistic growls that Ascher struggled to reconcile with the compassionate soul he’d grown to know and love. What the hell have I done? Had the venom killed the best parts of his wife, leaving an unruly and savage beast behind for eternity?

About Ashlynne Laynne Ashlynne Laynne is a songwriter, poet and author of erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, who has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.
Ashlynne loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on book four of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Rocker Series, and an untitled novella WIP. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon. Find and follow here online on Twitter . Check out her Manic Readers page, Blog and Website , or leave her a note in her Reader Email .
Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.

About The Progeny Series At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.
All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.
This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.
Ashlynne’s Links Ashlynne on Facebook ~ The Progeny Series on Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Blog
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Wednesday Briefs: Lady #1 by A.R. Von

Hello everyone and welcome to my very first ever go at Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. I was given many options to inspire a Brief. But I chose to go with the two photos below. I hope you enjoy the first part of "LADY" and would LOVE to hear your thoughts :)




             Whenever the moon is full and shining at its brightest, I always dream of myself, basking in the colors and brilliance of a rainbow. In these dreams, a man always appears, right when the rainbow disappears. He always walks over to the crystal clear pool of water and strips down to his skin. Baring a perfectly sculpted masterpiece for my eyes to feast upon, appreciate and remember.
            Oh, how I yearn to go to him while he’s under the falls, bathing in nature’s finest, purest of waters. To bring his magnificent body flush against mine. I envision caressing his tanned flesh and licking every sparkle of water from all of the warmest places on his body. I would start from the top: his ears, chin, cheeks and lips—and work my way down. Never getting past his center, because that’s where I know he will get the most pleasure from my attentions.
            The sounds he makes are just as arousing as he is. The sighs of his pleasure at times would seem as if he’s in pain. I would take away that glorious pain by giving him even more exhilarating pleasure. Then, he’ll whisper my name, so sweet from his lips, so sensual, so erotic and thrilling as he’d reach his completion, feeding me the finest nectar I’ve ever tasted.
            This dream is always so very intoxicating. It makes me feel so powerful, so satisfied. But alas, it’s all only a dream. All of it, something I can never have and never experience—it hurts me to my core. I feel empty and alone. Especially, the times when he whispers, “Lady.” I don’t know who he calls from those full lips. But I want it to be me. I always want it to be me…
            During the times I have these dreams, I embody the form of a goddess. I have white blonde hair that flows to my knees, the bluest of eyes and succulent lips-the type of lips only meant for kissing and sucking. I possess two perfectly pert breasts with the pinkest of nipples that would tempt any man into visions of suckling them.
            This perfect body of mine is covered in the palest of skin, enfolding some luscious curves that would put an hourglass to utter shame. I walk on two legs instead of four. No more tail or hooves. No more horn on my head or whinnies coming from my muzzle. It’s all so very odd. Yet, it feels so very good, so right. As if I was born this way with a lifetime of practice, walking on two legs and swaying my hips to tempt and tease. 
            The very best part of this human form is two of my limbs have hands. Hands can do so many glorious things! I remember I once used them to explore my own goddess form and I felt everything. The new skin under my fingers felt so hairless and would prickle with bumps when I reached my breasts. My entire frame would also shiver when I touched my nether region.
            I want him to touch me like this. I crave it. He’s never touched me in my dreams. He always holds his hands, shaped into fists tightly at his sides. As if he’s afraid that if he touches me, I will disappear. So, he restrains himself.
            I do not want restraint. I wish for him to unleash his full passion on my dream self while it is here. No man would ever desire a unicorn’s body to be theirs. To own and worship. No. They desire their own kind. Human flesh and human blood.
            Oh, how I wish I was a woman—his woman.
More to come…                

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