Book Review: Once A Rebel

Once a Rebel
by Mary Jo Putney
Genre: Historical Romance

My Review

Mary Jo Putney is one of my favourite writers, when it comes to Romance or Historical Romance. I love her writing, I love her stories and her characters, so I was expecting a lot from this book. It is my first from the series, but I had no issues understanding the context.

Best friends come together after years apart. History repeats itself when Lord George Gordon Audley rescues his childhood friend Callista Brooke. In a time when America and England are at war, Callie tries to do the best for her new family and the people around her, while Gordon does whatever is needed to solve problems, as he puts it. They connect on a level that exceeds the friendship area, facing their attraction… and war.

When it comes to history, the author has very well documented the events from that time and has combined the war against two countries with the war against slavery. I admired Callie and her determination to fight against abuse and how she treated everyone equally, be they slaves or people of color.

The two best friends start to explore the physical attraction that is quickly building. Gordon is offering her away out of all her problems if she marries him. Yes, his request is not based on love but on a long friendship and this should be enough, since neither of them has the illusion of love. Still, their story has some bumps along the way that will keep the reader focused.

However, there are some items that did not stand well with me. At some point, the action felt dragged and there were some pages sort of unnecessary. As well, all the name changing between Gordon and Richard (the name that Callie calls him, is a bit confusing. I was expecting a lot more emotions between them, a deeper connection, but it never came.

With all my complaints, I did enjoy „Once A Rebel” almost as much as other books by Mary Jo Putney. It had some funny moments and kept me quite engaged.

“Putney’s endearing characters and warm-hearted stories never fail to inspire
and delight.”
 —Sabrina Jeffries
A Rogue Redeemed
As Washington burns,
Callista Brooke is trapped in the battle between her native England
and her adopted homeland. She is on the verge of losing everything,
including her life, when a handsome Englishman cuts through the
violent crowd to claim that she is his. Callie falls into her
protector’s arms, recognizing that he is no stranger, but the boy
she’d once loved, a lifetime ago.
Lord George Gordon
Audley had been Callie’s best friend, and it was to Gordon she
turned in desperation to avoid a loathsome arranged marriage. But the
repercussions of his gallant attempt to rescue her sent Callie
packing to Jamaica, and Gordon on a one way trip to the penal colony
of Australia.
Against all odds,
Gordon survived. Finding Callie is like reclaiming his tarnished
soul, and once again he vows to do whatever is necessary to protect
her and those she loves. But the innocent friendship they shared as
children has become a dangerous passion that may save or destroy them
when they challenge the aristocratic society that exiled them both….
Mary Jo Putney is
New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author who has written over 50 novels and novellas. A ten-time
finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA, she has won the
honor twice and is on the RWA Honor Roll for bestselling authors. She
has been awarded two Romantic Times Career Achievement Awards, four
NJRW Golden Leaf awards, plus the NJRW career achievement award for
historical romance. Though most of her books have been historical
romance, she has also published contemporary romances, historical
fantasy, and young adult paranormal historicals.
Mary Jo Putney,
Jo Beverley, Joanna Bourne, Patricia Rice, Nicola Cornick, Cara
Elliott, Anne Gracie, Susan King
 are the ladies otherwise
known as the Word Wenches. These eight authors have written a
combined 231 novels and 74 novellas. They’ve won awards such as the
RITAS, RT Lifetime Achievement award, RT Living Legend, and RT
Reviewers Choice award. Several of them are regulars on the New
York Times
 and USA Today bestseller lists.
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Book Review: Interviewing For Her Lover

 
Interviewing For Her Lover:
Six Nights of Sin (Book 1)
By Ellis Day
Genre: Erotic Romance
 
This is erotica with love. So, it’s only intended for those eighteen and
older.


Sarah wants a lover, but she wants one on her terms. She doesn’t have
time to date and picking a guy up at a bar is not only dangerous but
it doesn’t guarantee he’ll let her act out her fantasies. When
she hears about La Petite Morte Club—a place for willing males and
females to meet with rules and contracts so that all parties leave
satisfied—she knows it’ll be perfect.
She signs up with the club and starts the process of finding the man
who’ll be her lover for six nights. Six nights of fantasy—his and
hers. Six nights of sex and then they’re done. Simple,
uncomplicated and fun, but she doesn’t count on Nick’s ability to
make her desire everything he has to offer and more.
Warning:
This series has hot, steamy, sometimes kinky sex and is meant for
mature readers only (18 and older).

 

Interview with the Author
Q. – So, why should someone read the Six Nights Of Sin
series?
Because it’s hot – really, really hot and it’s well written.
The story is kinky and erotic but at the core is love. The two main
characters must journey to find that love but it’s there waiting
for them if they’re willing to take a chance. For Sarah, this is
her second chance and perhaps her last if she doesn’t discover how
to move on from the past.
This series also has a rich, alpha male and who doesn’t love to read
about handsome, billionaires with hearts of gold? I know I love
reading these kinds of books and writing them. I truly believe that
one of the cornerstones of a great relationship is fabulous sex and
my books have that and more.
On top of all those reasons, you’ll get your first glimpse into La
Petite Morte Club—a sex club where almost anything goes as long as
the participants are willing. There will be at least four additional
series surrounding this club and possibly more, depending on what
characters pop out of the woodwork as we wander deeper into the club
and its activities.

 

My Review

This is a good start for a series that kind of intrigued me, mainly because of the characters. Sarah wants an uncommitted relationship, short term, purely physical, at the end of which both partners will be satisfied. After some interviewing and negotiations, she selects Nick. I will not insist on what happens next because there are only 63 pages.

Being this the first book in the series, it just shows the beginning of their relationship. But we do find out a lot of the characters ‘personalities. Sarah is a strong woman, with traits that balance each other. She knows exactly what she wants, but in the same time, she has a low self-esteem when it comes to her looks.  We get the smallest glimpse into her past and we can see she has her own issues to deal with. Nick is a man who doesn’t let a woman in charge. But he knows when to give in as well. Maybe out of conviction that in the end he will win. He seems arrogant, not in a disturbing way. There is one scene where he is superficial and it almost unnerved me. But I guess it’s understandable, because of the building frustration and all.

63 pages are definitely not enough, as it feels more like a teaser then an actual book. I did not understand some aspects of the story, which I would gladly discuss, were they not spoilers. But I am waiting on book no. 2 and I am hoping for some answers there. For the moment, I liked what I’ve read. Because of the short length, I cannot say if the series will be a great one or not (not yet). Still, we have a good start, that made me curious about what happens next.

 

 

Q. – Who should read the Six Nights Of Sin series?
These books are packed full of kinky, explicit sex with some bondage, bdsm
and submission scenes. So, they’re meant for mature readers of 18
years and older. I don’t gloss over the emotions or the actions.
It’s all there in hot, graphic detail, so get your glass of wine
and a fan, and enjoy Sarah and Nick’s adventure. Anyone college age
and older who likes contemporary romance, new adult and erotic should
love this series.
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Ellis O. Day grew up with her nose buried in books and now enjoys writing
the kind of stories she loves to read. Romance—the steamier the
better. She believes that the cornerstones of all great romantic
relationships are: love and friendship, trust, attraction and
fabulous sex. Her stories contain all of these (especially the last one).
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Book Blast: Buried Secrets

Buried Secrets
Sequel to The Cavanaugh House
by Elizabeth Meyette
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
When Jesse Graham almost runs over a “body” in the road one night, she
is plunged into a labyrinth of secrets, lies and murder. All Jesse
wants is a simple life teaching at St. Bart’s… and a chance at
love with Joe Riley. She realizes that plan has been thwarted when
puzzling occurrences at St. Bartholomew Academy for Girls get
increasingly dangerous. The danger doesn’t just spring from the
ghost who haunts the grounds of St. Bart’s, but from a sinister
presence that is not ghostly at all. As she digs into the mystery,
threats on her life and the life of her student escalate.
Which danger threatens her life the most? The ghost haunting her student or
the secrets buried in the school?
**Can easily be read as a standalone!**
On Sale for .99 cents!!
The Cavanaugh House
by Elizabeth Meyette
About the Book

When Jesse Graham unlocks the door to the deserted house she inherited
from her Aunt Helen, she doesn’t realize she’s unlocking secrets
that had lain dormant for years. Reeling from a broken engagement to
acclaimed musician Robert Cronmiller, Jesse wants to leave the city
where her name is linked to his in all the society pages. Her best
friend Maggie, aka Sister Angelina, convinces her to take a job at a
private girls school in the pastoral Finger Lakes region of upstate
New York. Anticipating a quiet, revitalizing life in her aunt’s
deserted house, Jesse is instead thrown into a maze of danger.
Questions about her aunt’s death lead Jesse to investigate events
surrounding it and the people involved, but she uncovers a web of
deceit that reaches far beyond the occurrences of over two decades
earlier. Still dejected from her broken engagement, Jesse finds it
difficult to trust anyone, even her self-absorbed mother. Joe Riley
is irresistible, but secrets obstruct involvement with him until
Jesse can solve the secrets of the Cavanaugh House. Someone doesn’t
want those secrets unearthed and will stop at nothing, even murder,
to keep them hidden.

Author, blogger and believer in dreams-come-true, Elizabeth Meyette fell in
love with books as a child when her sister read her Goldilocks and
the Three Bears. “She had me at ‘Once upon a time…’,”
Elizabeth admits. A native of upstate New York, Elizabeth now lives
in West Michigan with her husband Richard. She retired early from
teaching to pursue her passion: writing. “Yes, I hear voices in
my head and I give them names and call them characters.”
Elizabeth describes her books as “a little mystery, a little history, a
little romance.” She has also written several children’s books
are in line for publication in the near future. Her poetry has
appeared in various anthologies.
A native of upstate New York, Elizabeth now lives in Michigan with her
husband Richard. They have an agreement that she cannot cook on
writing days after he endured burnt broccoli and dry chicken.
Fortunately, Rich is an excellent cook.

Book Blitz: A Walk Between The Winds

A Walk Between the Winds
By Toni Morrow Wyatt & Margaret Chism Morrow
Genre: Historical Mystery
Haunted by a Spirit Warrior, Soft Morning Mist, a young woman of the Skuna
River Chickasaw tribe, feels trapped into a marriage she does not
want.
When her friend, Swamp Lily, disappears, Soft Morning Mist suspects foul
play when a lecherous, old man from the Hatchie River tribe accosts
her. The mournful howls of a dog lead her to Swamp Lily’s body. As
rumors of suicide circle, she fights to prove it was murder.
As a child, Toni Morrow Wyatt’s family spent nearly every summer
visiting relatives in a small, rural community in Arkansas. Finding
magic in this place, it is the setting for many of her novels. Her
love for southern fiction led to the writing of her upcoming novel, A
Killing Among Friends, and also, Return to Rocky Gap. Her work has
appeared in From the Depths Literary Journal and Belle Reve Literary
Journal. She writes an eclectic blog titled, A Pinch of Me, on
Tumblr. She was previously an independent bookseller, owning and
operating Kindred Books for seven years.

Book Blitz: Beyond Every Mirror

Beyond Every Mirror
Anachronistic Dimensions Book 1
by Christine Church
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy

His death is the only thing that can save the life of the woman he loves.

Diana Gabaldon meets Anne Rice in this fast-paced time dimension paranormal romance that will blow your mind.

Beside his own image, Dane Bainbridge sees another; a ginger haired beauty–behind her, red mountains and clouds as if from another world. He’s seen her his entire life, a life filled with glamour and fame… and loneliness. For the woman in the mirror is his one true love. But, this he does not know, not until he is dragged into her world–one of beasts and lands beyond imagination. One where his sacrifice is the only thing keeping her and the world in which she resides alive.

Once they are together, he remembers it all, and that knowledge means his doom for all eternity. But if he escapes her world, she will perish as will all others behind the looking glass. He is the key that keeps her alive, and she is the key that gives him hope. Can they break the curse that keeps them separated by torture and death? Can they escape together from a world that exists beyond every mirror?

December 20, 2014

He remained perfectly still as the chains were wrapped around his body. The metal cooled the heated flesh of his bare chest. All around him echoed a cacophony of screams, bellows and stomping of feet that almost crushed him beneath its weight. The air tightened with the chains and a rush of collective exhilaration and nervousness swirled through his senses. He glanced quickly at the red-faced, muscular man standing beside him, who finished fastening the chains and stepped away.

He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. And then he waited, anxiety pounding in his breast. The air was thick with heat and sweat and smoke, but he’d grown accustomed to it through the years, as with the rest of the ritual. The one thing he could never get used to, however, was the flip-flop in the pit of his stomach that occurred as the platform he stood on slowly lifted into the air, revealing him to the anxiously awaiting crowd that crushed nearer. Starving animals before a feast. He looked straight out, refused to look down, lest the vertigo take him.

How he hated heights.

He listened for the eerie orchestration of strings and organ that marked the beginning of his leisurely descent back to earth. The notes began with a rhythmic resonance that was almost conquered by impatient bellows that quickly turned to a roar of frenzied excitement. As the platform lowered, a muzzy sensation circled Dane’s mind and his throat felt as though his stomach had been hoisted up into it.

He held his breath in anticipation.

An amplified voice echoed over the din. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Through the misty storm they come. Battles rage and blood is spilled and tonight you will feel…the rage of the… Dark Myst!”
The crescendo of notes rose with the screams and soon the vast crowd, shrouded in the mist of machine smoke and lighting from the trusses above, came into view. The platform touched the stage simultaneously with a deafening blast of canon fire, blinding light and searing heat from the pyrotechnics.

Dane thrust his arms outward in an ostentatious display of feigned strength and released his long held breath as the chains fell free of his body. As he leaped forward the crowd crushed against the stage, nearly 20,000 screaming fans all at once a serried mass swarming towards him.

Tingles of excitement clawed at his spine, a feeling that never waned with the years. He ran to the front of the stage and grabbed up the microphone as Bruce struck the first hard note on his Strat. The music pounded out its heavy rhythm and the audience’s cries warred with its volume. Sharp beams of laser light cut a zigzag through the haze. Dane twirled around and his heart jumped.

Oh what fresh hell!

He was staring at himself!

The stage had been set up like a room in a lover’s palace; giant mirrors everywhere—behind, to the sides, even above, stretching as high as the trusses. Due to a severe snow squall the truck carrying an important part of the band’s stage set had gone off the road and gotten stuck. No one was injured, but the set had not arrived in time to be set up in the sold-out Target Center. Someone had decided the light show would look better reflected. Dane, however, was aghast. Not only was their stage set designed to coincide with most of their songs, but the effects of the colored lights continuously bouncing from mirror to mirror would inevitably result in the whole band plagued with a throbbing headache by concert’s end.

Their manager had to have approved this—someone had to have approved it. No one had told Dane! The mirrors must have been erected last moment. Everyone associated with the band knew how Dane hated mirrors. But now, no matter which direction he turned, he saw himself in his black costume and ragged-edged cloak; which portrayed him as the yin to the band’s yang. They were the mist, and he the dark storm.

To keep his attention from the mirrors, Dane fixed his gaze on the audience and the speckled glow from thousands of cell phone flashes, resembling a sparkling star-filled evening that stretched out before him. But he knew he would eventually have to turn around.
By the third song it became maddening, not able to dance around as he normally would for fear of what might be hidden in those mirrors. But, thankfully, half way through the song he spotted one of the girls he’d met the last time he was in town. At last, something to keep his mind and eyes busy. In the front row she stood, arms raised toward him. The bulldozing horde had her pressed against the stage, long auburn hair flittering about as she bobbed her head to the beat of the music. He smiled in her direction, despite his sudden dread at remembering the promise he’d made to her the year before. A promise—ashamedly—he had no intention of keeping.

He had never seen her before that night a year ago, so she hadn’t been a regular. Conquering new territory was always fun. She’d displayed the looks normally reserved by the group of girls who always seem to know just how to be chosen above others and handed backstage passes. This one, however, had taken a different approach. She had approached him on the floor of his hotel as he made his way to his room. Fortunately he had been alone—a rarity. He had invited her in. Ample breasts and a nice round bottom offset by a perfectly slender waist. Dane knew he would be having a good time that night.

She had wanted too much, however, a commitment he couldn’t give. Teasing him and denying him her favors until he’d made the vow. What else was there to do? And so he had said exactly what she wanted to hear. And, as naïve as she was, she had believed him. He couldn’t, after all, say no. Not when she lay there in his hotel bed displaying all her luscious charms. But he couldn’t keep his promise, either. There were plenty of women in countless towns, women the band’s crew knew were his type. Women who would be offered passes just so he could meet them, drink with them, bed them. And there would be more waiting in the next town after that.

Now, a pass with the name of a local radio as sponsor dangled around her neck. So, she had won backstage passes this time. There would be no avoiding her tonight. What would he say to her? He could not even recall her name. As her fiery glare burned through him, he absentmindedly turned away, catching Bruce’s smug grin as he looked from the girl to Dane. He mouthed the words “there she is,” as he switched guitars with an assistant for the next set of songs.

Dane smirked, shook his head at his friend, then strutted to the other side of the stage as the next song began—one of the band’s trademark tunes that he wrote about a medieval land of lords and knights. He wielded a sword, one of many from his collection, and proceeded to dance around in choreographed mock swordplay as the hired orchestra played their bit.

At this point, his disappointment surged that the integral element of their regular stage set had not arrived. The video wall depiction of a castle and rolling green hills was installed. However, mirrors now replaced the large faux-stone steps that were to lead to the balcony above the stage, giving Dane the appearance of riding atop one of two red-eyed dragons that should, at that moment, be gazing menacingly down at the crowd, smoke, laser and fire effects erupting from the eyes and fanged mouths. Those that came for the show would be fervently disappointed.

During Bruce’s brief guitar solo near mid-song, Dane closed his eyes for a moment and raised the sword high, drawing in the deep odor of sweat and heat. Machine-created fog crept along the stage and curled around his feet like a chill mist in a graveyard. The lights were so dim he could scarce see even the front row of the audience as the laser lights sliced through the stadium and across his body like sharp-edged blades.

In accordance with his routine, and without second thought, he twirled around—and was suddenly staring right into one of the tall mirrors that littered the stage. The lights brightened. His craggy-hemmed cloak billowed as he spun from the ghastly reflection of his own sweat-soaked face only to catch the same image in the mirror beside that one. His gut wrenched and he tried to turn away, back to the front of the stage, back to the audience. But he froze as movement caught his eye and when he turned his head, she was there—the “Mirror Lady.” His illusion. His own delusion.

Onstage.
As real to him as his own reflection.


No! Not here!

Her thigh-length ginger hair was loose, rather than pulled back in the usual braid. The shining tresses poured over her shoulders like a rushing waterfall and cascaded down a beautiful gown of burgundy velvet that hugged her slim form. The tears in her golden eyes told a tale of sadness that wrenched at his heart, and he felt himself take an involuntary step forward. More familiar to him than Martha or Lance or Sir Kori, the sight of the “Mirror Lady” twisted his gut, a tornado rampaging through him, a tangled enrapture of perplexity and fear, love and pain—as if he had known her for more years than his life was long. And that familiarity drove him somewhere beyond her presence in some glass.
His dilemma with the redhead in the front row disappeared. The girls he’d met in the past or would meet in the future no longer mattered. It was this stranger, this illusion. She alone meant everything—and she scared the hell out of him. But deeper than fear lie an unbearable urge to leap into the mirror and gather her into his arms.

Protective impulses tugged at him relentlessly and he was suddenly frightened not of her but for her. Terror seized his heart, and refused to let go, pounding through him harder than the music that continued to fill the stadium, confusing him profoundly. Passionate emotions thrashed at his brain and his head ached with the need to bring them to the surface. But he couldn’t. A mental barrier walled off the needs screaming for release. Why couldn’t he just go to her; feel for her the love he’d been missing his entire life?
Behind him, the glass’ surface reflected a flurry of activity; lambent light bounced from one mirror to the next, heightening the pain in his head. The small section of audience visible moved and swayed, their images like dancing ghosts in the dark mist of the stadium. Stephan’s long strawberry hair swayed as he bobbed his head up and down while he plucked away at his bass. He hadn’t seen her. At the time Dane didn’t think anyone else saw her, but her form was as solid in the mirror as was his own, as she had been in every mirror throughout his life.

Concentration became impossible. He faltered, his voice cracked and he missed the chorus altogether. Familiar with the music, the mistake must have been quite obvious to the crowd. But he couldn’t turn from that damn mirror.

Dane tried to force his mind back to the song when a searing bolt of pain sliced through his head. The clank of the sword and the microphone sounded loud to his ears, even above the music, as they dropped from his hands and crashed to the stage. Feedback screeched from the monitors and the music stopped. The burden of emotion and conflict pressed him downward and, like Alice, he found himself falling. Down. Down. The spotlights swirled like shooting stars and agony screamed through his shoulder as he hit the hard stage floor.

The fog consumed him.

The stadium went dead silent. Bruce and Stephan rushed towards him. Adrian leapt from behind his drums. Road crew members and strangers circled above. The audience pressed closer to the stage, security guards frantically tried to hold them back. Their lips moved, their hands pounded the stage. He saw them all, yet he heard nothing. And then he was forced into a vacuum of darkness.

Christine Church has been writing since she was 9 years old. As a kid, she wrote and drew her own picture books, then moved on to short stories as a teen. By her 20’s, she was writing full-length novels, but her first success in publication was a nonfiction book about the care of indoor cats, Housecat, published by Howell Book House in 1998. Several more nonfiction books followed, including the major award winning book, Indoor Cats (TFH publications), which won the Iams Responsible Cat Ownership in 2001. After a broken hand, she took a hiatus from writing for quite some time, then returned to find everything had changed and her world turned upside down. She decided then to take a stab at self publishing. Her first novella, Sands of Time, Fate of the True Vampires won Finalist status in the 2016 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. Her second book, as well as Beyond Every Mirror, have won five-star status on Reader’s favorite.

Book Blitz: The Three Month Plan

The Three Month Plan
by Kimberley Patterson
Genre: YA, Teen Romance
Kelly Callahan had everything going for her. Everything that is, except for
a relationship. It wasn’t for the lack of trying, it just seemed
like she was a magnet for all the wrong ones. But all of that was
about to change the minute she laid eyes on Jake.
On a dare from her close friend, Michelle, Kelly accepts a challenge to
date and become Jake’s girlfriend within three months. The
consequence of losing is global humiliation, and she refuses to lose.
Enlisting the help of her childhood friend and confidant, Brian, Kelly manages
to catch Jakes attention. She also unknowingly hooks Brian who tries
to sabotage the plan. Kelly finds herself with a dilemma; take the
final step with Jake and win the plan or follow her heart and reveal
her feelings for Brian.
Horses were one of my first loves, and writing soon followed. As a child, I
spent hours writing poems, and short stories (about horses). My
parents realized that I was horse-obsessed and decided to buy me one
after taking riding lessons for two years. I think they hoped that
all of the hard work, and hours spent mucking stalls would help me
give up this expensive hobby. They were wrong. Writing is still a
passion of mine, although now I primarily write fiction. My first
novel, Red Rock, was published in 2010, and big surprise, there are
horses in it. My second novel, The Three Month Plan was released
August 2013.
Other Loves: My family, yoga, skincare and makeup, sushi, and raising money
for pediatric cancer. I have two rescue dogs and would have more if
there weren’t zoning restrictions. I’m always trying something
new, as I tend to get bored very easily. Thankfully, my love of
driving around with the gas light on fuels some excitement. I love
novels with happy endings, and am a hopeful romantic. My latest
obsession is browsing Netflix, and I can name all 50 states in
alphabetical order in under 30 seconds. Do I feel a wager coming on?