Friday, February 17, 2017


By: Amanda Hocking
Published By: Pan Macmillan
Released : Available Now
Details: Received from Publisher for honest review. Thank you!!


In a world of magical visions and pyrokinesis, Mara just wants to have a normal life. But is that possible?

Mara has become used to the extraordinary. Roaming from place to place with Gideon Davorin’s Traveling Carnival, she longs for an ordinary life where no one has the ability to levitate or predict the future.

She gets her chance when the struggling sideshow sets up camp in the small town of Caudry and she meets a gorgeous local guy named Gabe. But before long, Mara realizes there’s a dark presence lurking in the town that’s threatening the lives of her friends. She has seven days to take control of a power she didn’t know she had in order to save everyone she cares about—and change the future forever.


I am a HUGE fan of Amanda Hocking. I have a couple of her original covers for Trylle and My Blood Approves signed, which I covert. They are my precious.

I have read most of her works and reviewed them. Freeks, I enjoyed, but it might not be my favorite book from Amanda, and that is okay.

I am not sure if it is the beginning of a series because there was certainly room for more story line and answers to questions I have from Freeks.

I really liked her use of carnival characters who all possess a little something supernatural.

The romance I felt needed to connect with me more between Gabe and Mara. I would have liked him more in the story to solidify their less than two week romance. I needed something to hold onto there.

I really liked all the characters, but still feel like I have questions. I wondered about the tag on the cover telling me A Return To The World of The Trylle Series. I did not see any Trylle world in this book.

Unless, I have a memory lapse. I am curious about this.

I enjoyed this YA read, but at the same time I was looking for more. Trylle series and My Blood Approves series are both my two absolute fave series of hers. I was missing some of that writing style from Freeks.

I felt maybe the plot was a little too easy in Freeks, but maybe this will not be the case for another reader and I wanted more connection with Gabe and Mara in dialogue and being front and center. Gabe popped in and out and we moved around the life of the carnival more. I felt sometimes we moved away in the story from where we probably should have stayed for a bit longer, but of course it is not my story to tell.

I will always pick up an Amanda Hocking read regardless.

If you are an Amanda fan, try this one on for size and see what you think. I am a blogger who reads a mountain of books and I am also getting older, so this may also be a reason for my lower rating. I do enjoy a good YA read as much as an adult read, but sometimes I might be looking for a deeper connection with characters compared to a teenaged reader.

Amanda's Mini Q & A

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Most of my free time is spent taking care of my pets (I currently have two dogs, three cats, and a hamster, so that takes up a lot of my time). I also watch a lot of bad movies, read a lot of good books, and play video games with my husband and stepson.

How many jobs have you had before you realised you were destined to become a writer?

I always knew that I wanted to be a writer, since I was about two or three years older, and I learned that making up stories could be a profession. But before I was actually able to pay the bills with my writing, I think I had six other jobs. Most of them involved either dishwashing or assisting people with disabilities.

Favourite genre to read?

My current favorite genres are probably horror (either YA or adult), and true crime.

Sunday, February 12, 2017



Over 100,000 
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#teamharley - The Protector

 #teamtext - The Silent One

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#teamlevi - Hides What's Underneath

Love never felt so right


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Faith is looking a little pale and trying not to show how shocked she is by the news about Text.

I hear a noise from the pool house. I look over and Text is standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist and a horrified look on his face. Fuck. He has been listening to my whole conversation with Faith. He is staring at me like I have broken a sacred vow of silence about the island.

I scrub my hand over my face before getting up from the daybed. I walk over to Text, whose hands are fisted at his sides.

I get close enough to try to talk quietly to him and the bastard decks me hard with a pretty good right hook.

I go down like a wimp. Faith screams out to Text to stop while I’m in lala land, rolling around on the ground.

“Fuck, dude. That hurt.” I’m trying to see past the pain. “That was an awesome right hook, but shit, I have a date with Birdie Evans tomorrow night. I was trying to look as pretty as possible. You just fucked that up.” I feel my cheek bone. It’s going to be bruised and angry tomorrow.

I look back up at Text who is now looking more horrified at what he just did to me. “Spit it out, dude. Tell me what that was all about?”

As Text comes back to himself, he’s got this lost puppy dog look on his face. He knows he’s fucked up.

He puts his hands out, helping me up. I let him. I know this shit is hard for him to hear.

“Shit, dude! You didn’t have to deck me. I’m all ears if there’s something on your mind you wanna discuss.” I pat him on the back.

Text is looking around, like he’s trying to find that Goddamn phone of his so he can start typing away.

“No phone, buddy? Well, that makes two of us. Look, I get this shit is hard for you to hear. I didn’t lie. You were a Goddamn hero. Own it, and stop fucking my face up. I can see you are having a full blown conversation with yourself in your head. I’m a person, too. I’ll let you off this time, but the next time you go to deck me, it’s game on. I’ll whoop your ass. Don’t say I haven’t warned you. This shit has got to stop.”

Text hangs his head. The fight has left the building. I know he feels bad. He could rant and rave and call me all the swear words he can think up, as long as he talked to me.

“You’re not playing fair, buddy.” I tap his head. “I don’t know what is going on in that head of yours. I want to help. We all want to help.”

Shit, now he’s got me feeling sorry for him. I know he doesn’t want me to do that.

“No hard feelings. But you owe me a verbal explanation one of these days for that outburst.”

Text is shifting back and forwards uncomfortably. My face hurts. We will both get over it.

Faith is approaching Text carefully.

Bear has come over to investigate.

“Bit late, buddy.” I scratch him behind the ears.

“If you will excuse me, Faith, I have to go and get ready for dinner with Phoenix. I have to explain to her about Birdie.”

I look over at Text. “Buddy, I’ll talk to you later. Just try not to hit anything other than the gym.”

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Friday, February 10, 2017


By: Janet Evanovich
Published By : Headline
Released : Available Now
Details: Purchased from OP shop for a bargain $1.00 #win


Blurb: Goodreads


All New Jersey bounty hunter Stephanie Plum has to do is bring in semi-retired bail jumper Eddie DeChooch. For an old man he's still got a knack for slipping out of sight--and raising hell. How else can Stephanie explain the bullet-riddled corpse in Eddie's garden? Who else would have a clue as to why two of Stephanie's friends suddenly vanished? For answers Stephanie has the devil to pay: her mentor, Ranger. The deal? He'll give Stephanie all the help she needs--if she gives him everything he wants...


As if things weren't complicated enough, Stephanie's just discovered her Grandma Mazur's own unmentionable alliance with Eddie. Add a series of unnerving break-ins, not to mention the bombshell revelation leveled by Stephanie's estranged sister, and Stephanie's ready for some good news. Unfortunately, a marriage proposal from Joe Morelli, the love of her life, isn't quite cutting it. And now--murder, a randy paramour, a wily mobster, death threats, extortion, and a triple kidnapping aside--Stephanie's really got the urge to run for her life...


Book seven!!!

The recipe is still very much a check list in the Stephanie Plum series, even seven books in. Does it matter I can virtually predict the check list to a T what each book will contain in storyline?


Janet is my light-and-easy-reading-go-to-author. As I've always said, they are poolside reads with a side order of villainous activity.

Mooner and Dougie pop up again and then they go MIA.

Bob still has a healthy appetite.

Steph used to go to school with another freshly mentioned character. CHECK!

Ranger is putting the kissy face moves on Steph. Check!

Morelli and Steph…I SMH. I’m very confused with what is classified as cheating, where Ranger is involved. It's a no brainer Joe is gonna be THE ONE, but man all the mixed signals.

*Scratches head*

“You find DeChooch. If you need help bringing him in you call me. If I succeed in the capture, you spend the night with me.”

My heart stopped beating. Ranger and I had been playing this game for a while now, but it had never been articulated in quite this way.

“I’m sort of engaged to Morelli,” I said.

Ranger smiled.


“Okay, here’s the truth. I’d really like to sleep with you, but I have this stupid wedding gown…”

Ranger’s lips swept along my jawline to my ear. “I could make you forget about the gown.”


I want to feel the connection with Morelli, but we never really get much to hold onto with him and Steph. It’s quite odd how Janet words these two together. It's more f*&k buddies.

I feel more of a Stephanie/Ranger connection. Eh, I got no clue how I am supposed to feel about the three of them and whatever is going on in each book. It’s simply not clear to me.

Dudes, I’m being honest.

Grandma is still up for a good pre-funeral viewing. CHECK!

What I did love was getting some cousin Vincent showing us his Bounty Hunter skills, even if it was only a small part. I like getting something fresh thrown into this series at book # 7.

We do get Valerie popping up, and she has her own Steph-ways about her.

Ranger is wearing black. CHECK!

He was wearing black dress slacks, a long-sleeved light-weight black sweater pushed up on his forearms, and expensive black loafers. His hair was cut very short. ( Giddy up! ) I was used to seeing him in SWAT dress with long hair, and I hadn’t immediately recognized him.

Aannd then we get…

It was a Harley-Davidson FXDL Dyna Low Rider. It was black with custom green flames and custom pipes. Lula was right. It wasn’t a dumb-ass bike. It was a wet dream.

“You know how to drive one of these?” Lula asked.

I smiled at her. “Oh yeah,” I said. “Oh yeah.”

I did chuckle at this bit because Steph can’t keep a car intact, apart from the Buick, but all of a sudden she is a biker.

Oh the beauty of being the writer.

For the era… starting back in late 90’s, this series has stood the test of time because apparently we love a good, silly, shenanigan filled read where Steph really doesn't have any character growth. She is still the bumbling Bounty Hunter who makes it up along the way.

Now for that ending.


I have to pick up Hard Eight, because of that damn ending, even if it is just to read the first few pages until I can read more.

Good thing I picked up a bunch of these in order from the OP shop and it was half price Friday.

Who knew?


Sunday, February 5, 2017


By: Nalini Singh
Published By: Gollancz
Released : Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 384 Pages


Blurb: Goodreads

In the wake of a brutal war, the archangel Raphael and his hunter consort, Elena, are dealing with the treacherously shifting tides of archangelic politics and the people of a battered but not broken city. The last thing their city needs is more death, especially not a death that bears the eerie signature of an insane enemy archangel who cannot - should not - be walking the streets. This hunt must be undertaken with stealth and without alerting their people. It must be handled by those who can become shadows themselves...

Ash is a gifted tracker and a woman cursed with the ability to sense the secrets of anyone she touches. But there's one man she knows all too well without a single instant of skin contact: Janvier, the dangerously sexy Cajun vampire who has fascinated and infuriated her for years. Now, as they track down a merciless killer, their cat-and-mouse game of flirtation and provocation has turned into a profound one of the heart. And this time, it is Ash's secret, dark and terrible, that threatens to destroy them both.

Nalini Singh, the NEW YORK TIMES bestselling 'alpha author of paranormal romance' (BOOKLIST), returns to her stunning world, as it braces itself for destruction.


I really do adore the Guild Hunter series, but this book took me a lot longer to read than any of Nalini’s books.

I can’t really put my finger on why. I still enjoyed it, but I read several books in between as I was reading, which isn’t something I normally do at all.

Janvier and Ashwini are great characters. I realized I had missed out on their initial meet-and-greet in Angels' Pawn, novella. Maybe that threw me a little. I would advise reading about their meet and greet first. I really enjoyed these two characters, but something was missing for me.

Elena and Raphael are always gorgeous to read, along with Illium, but this time I got so much enjoyment out of reading Naasir.

Honestly in this book I could have read a lot more of him, he really stole the limelight and I loved his banter with Ashwini and his getting to know Elena more.

Even though he’d been riding on top of the car—the maniac—the heavy silver silk of his hair had fallen back around his face in straight strands cut with a choppiness that suited him, and he looked far more civilized than she’d expected. He’d dressed in black pants and a black shirt, with an ankle-length black coat, the stark shade throwing his hair and eyes into sharp focus.

Naasir conveniently let us know how much he wants to find a mate for life and I am so looking forward to that book.

I don’t look ahead, so I don’t know yet if a book has been written or I might be tempted to throw myself at it.

The writing as always is top notch in descriptive and visually seeing scenes through Nalini’s words.

Another great installment, but probably one that was a little slower for me personally, to completely become immersed into the pages.

Sunday, January 29, 2017


By: Janet Evanovich
Published By: Pan Macmillan
Released : Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 324 Pages



Low-rent bounty hunter Stephanie Plum reaches depths of personal experience that other women detectives never quite do. In Hot Six, for example, a sequence of new and hideous cars bite the dust; she finds herself lumbered with a policeman's multiply incontinent dog; and she has several bad skin days. All this when she is trying to prove her distinctly more competent colleague and occasional boyfriend Ranger innocent of a mob hit; avoid the heavies trailing her in the hope of finding him; and cope with a wife-abusing bail defaulter with nasty habits, such as setting Stephanie on fire.


Oh myyy… Ranger is on the run in this installment. 

Nah, he might be keeping away from the law and is a current FTA, but he don’t run for nobody. Rewind to One For The Money when Morelli was on the run and he kept finding Stephanie when she was supposed to be hauling his ass in to collect. In this case, she lets Joyce have the FTA for Ranger because nobody will find Ranger unless he wants to be found. Keeps Joyce busy...kind of.

Now I’m gonna say, I am getting a bit confuzzed with the whole Morelli and Ranger sexual tension thing with Stephanie. If she is with Morelli, even though he doesn’t want to marry her, then what is all the kissy face with Ranger?

Problem solved. I’ll take Ranger.

Habib and Mitchell are the new Stephanie-stalkers. I kinda liked them when they were being fun stalkers, before they showed their claws.

“Raghead,” Mitchell said.

Habib narrowed his eyes. “Filthy American dog.”


“Son of a camel-wallah.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Mitchell said.

“And may your testicles fall off,” Habib responded.

Moon/Mooner is the new Stephanie accessory in this installment, as ya gotta always have one of those.

Things aren’t looking good…again…in the keeping-a-car-long-enough-before-it-gets-car-bombed-or-blown up-or-burned-out.

“Hey, man,” Moon said to me. “Real shame about your car. That’s mad crazy, dude.”

I wonder what happened?

Lawdy she goes through a lot of cars. There must be a fictional book records for blowing up cars, Janet/Stephanie would win it.

Ranger gets a haircut. This I happily note as I can’t see him with that slicked back ponytail. Glad it’s now gone.

He’d abandoned his usual outfit of black rap clothes or GI Joe cammies. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a cream-colored Henley, faded jeans, and work boots. His hair, which had always been slicked back in a ponytail, was cut short. He had a two-day beard, making his teeth seem whiter and his Latino complexion seem darker. A wolf in Gap clothing.

“Jeez,” I said, feeling a flutter of something I’d rather not admit to in the pit of my stomach. “You look different.”

“Just your average guy.”

Yeah, right.

I had to laugh at the Rollswagen.

Only in a Stephanie Plum book.

Don’t get me started on the poop squishing incident.

Another awesome poolside read where Grandma Mazur is involved, sidekicks abound, things explode, stoners hang about and Ranger and Morelli have sexy banter for Stephanie. Rex is hanging out in his soup can and stuffing food into his cheeks, aaannd Stephanie always comes across somebody she went to school with.

Oh and there is Bob. I like Bob.

Looking forward to some more Steph Plum books, because I find I need to read one at least every two weeks to get my fix of the silly and sexy.

Saturday, January 28, 2017


By: Katy Evans
Published By: Katy Evans
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 286 Pages


Blurb: Goodreads

He’s not the guy you date.
He’s the one night stand.

You’d think the man who sends hot looks my way, who called me succulent, would want to strip me to my skin and spread me out on his bed like every other woman in Chicago.

Except he passed on my offer….

Just like I once did on his.

He’s wary, like I am.

He’s broken, like I am.

And everyone knows two broken parts can’t ever make a whole.

So I try to distract myself. I’m back to dating.

Tahoe and I are strictly friends. He doesn’t think my new beau is good enough, but to him, no man is good enough for me. Especially Tahoe himself.

But the more time Tahoe and I spend around each other, the more confused I feel.

I'm trying to open myself to love.

But I'm quickly realizing that the only man I want is stubborn, cocky, unattainable playboy Tahoe Roth.

The one your mother warned you about.
The one my body craves.
The only one who will surely break my heart.


I love me some Katy Evans reads. I love the cover of Ladies Man. Tahoe is so preeetty.

I was a bit of a cover whore when it came to choosing this book to read. I admit that.

I am gonna be honest and say, the first 2/3rds of this book was slow. Everything was a slow burn. 

Sexual tension and inner monologuing of thoughts for another man, when you have a boyfriend kinda made me feel bad for Trent. Trent shouldn’t have even been in the story because Gina’s mind really wasn’t interested in him. He was a placeholder.

The last third was sigh-worthy.

I had trouble with both lead characters in the first chunk and dammit I didn’t want to have trouble with Tahoe.

No I didn’t!

I understand this series is called Manwhore for a reason. The lads are manwhores before they are tamed or glued back together…but…gahhhhh!

Tahoe, man, you were a little too much for me at times and I should not say that out loud as this is a KATY EVANS book.

“Look, I’ve probably got a shit-ton of girls still back at my place. I really don’t feel like playing the player tonight.”

Dude! Really? Now I know you are a pretty Viking specimen, but…really. Shit-ton?

Gina's character I needed more about why she would be the one for Tahoe and vice versa. Gina didn’t have a lot of depth to her character, for me.

I loved the lacrosse side to the story, no matter how small it was. It’s a sport here in Australia we don’t hear enough about. I know it’s big in US as my hubs half sister’s kids, all three of them got scholarships in US, due to lacrosse and they are Aussies.

I am so glad I read until the end because I got me TAHOE how I wanted him to be. I understand there has to be angst in this type of read and build-up, but I was having trouble liking him and I wanted to like him.

It's still a solid four star read for me... that's not a bad thing.

I still can’t help thinking that they might need to now move to another far away state so Gina doesn’t keep bumping into all his previous lays because that would start to wear thin after a while.

Yup as the tag says on the front of the cover, ‘The man you mother warned you about.’

*looks back at cover*

Well, that would explain it. It's Franggy Yanez with blue eyes. 

So pretty.

Friday, January 27, 2017



Hell's Bastard # 3

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I’ve decided there’s no virtue in patience. 
It’s f*cking torture.
And that goes for DM Christmas songs too.


Good girl.
Be afraid of me. 
It will make my job easier.
Until she's caught between a desk and a Hell's bastard.


I am a shell to be f*cked with.
But I am a survivor.
I have my own Sasha Fierce.
Just give me a reason.


You haven’t seen my bad side yet.
It will leave you speechless.


Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell.

Survival has become a waiting game, choreographed by a schedule to keep me complacent.
Mathias and Rose are my constants. 
My frenemies.
What happens when Cezar turns the tables?

Just remember to breathe.


I chose Slade's extract because a lot of readers know him from the Men Of Ocean Beach series.

He simply had to make it as a crossover character with Phoenix.



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Wednesday, January 25, 2017


By: Janet Evanovich
Published By: Pan Macmillan
Released: Available Now
Details: Paperback from library, 336 Pages


Blurb: Goodreads

What’s Stephanie up to now?

Her Uncle Fred has disappeared. A body turns up in a garbage bag. She’s got a nasty bookie following her around town. Grandma Mazur has her hands on the stun gun. Stephanie can’t keep a car for more than forty-eight hours. Two men are trying to get her into bed. She has nothing to wear to the Mafia wedding. And there’s an angry little man (don’t call him a dwarf!) who won’t leave her apartment.

Bail jumping in Trenton is down to small potatoes. Stephanie’s only open case is a small bond for a small violation, committed by a small person who raises Stephanie’s frustration level in big ways. So short of money and long on bills, Stephanie comes up with a plan-–diversify! Signing on as an intern with entrepreneurial Super Bounty Hunter Ranger, Stephanie ventures into Ranger’s mostly morally correct and marginally legal operations.

None of this makes vice cop Joe Morelli a happy man. The cop in him can’t help but wonder as to the source of Stephanie’s expensive new cars. And the rest of him, the man who’s been friend and lover to Stephanie, can’t help but wonder if there’s more to the partnership than meets the eye.

The internship is downgraded to second priority when Uncle Fred goes missing. Even though Grandma Mazur is sure he was abducted by aliens, Stephanie sets out to look for Fred. He’s a perfectly average senior citizen, and he’s disappeared without a trace while running errands. He’s left his ten-year-old Pontiac station wagon locked up nice and neat in the Grand Union parking lot, the cleaning is carefully arranged on the back seat, and his wife is at home, waiting for him to return with the bread and the milk and the olive loaf bologna. Locked in the top drawer of his desk are photos of a body, dismembered and stuffed into a garbage bag. And locked away in the computer files of a another average citizen are the clues that will lead Stephanie to Fred.


I adore the Stephanie Plum series. Sure there is a similar recipe every book I have read to date, but eh…wonderful poolside reading.

We have cars blowing up…check!

He looked down at the flattened, charred piece of scrap metal pressed into the macadam.

“That’s the Porsche,” I said. “It exploded and caught fire and then the garbage truck fell over on it.”

I especially like the part about the garbage truck.”

“I was afraid you might be mad.”

“Cars are easy to come by, Babe. People are harder to replace. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I was lucky. I was just waiting to see what you wanted to do with the Porsche.”

“Not much anybody’s going to do with that dead soldier,” Ranger said. “Think we’ll walk away from this one.”

“It was a great car.”

Ranger took one last look at it. “You might be more the Humvee type,” he said, steering me toward the Mercedes.

Grandma Mazur and Lula being hilarious…check!

Steph doing things her own way, which is never the right way…check!

Ranger…Oh my lawdy. He can keep doing what he is doing. I get such a lady boner for him. Funnily enough, Joe has to work harder to give me a lady boner. It’s Ranger all the way for me. * sigh *

Each book Janet adds a quirky character and Randy Briggs is such a fun addition. I want to see more of him. Briggs and Lula’s banter… 

“Eeeeeeeee,” Briggs shrieked. “Eeeeeeeee.”

“Stop that!” Lula yelled. “You sound like a girl. You’re creeping me out.”

Did I mention missing appendages and dead bodies? Check!

Let’s face it I just want to quote some Ranger moments.

My kitchen is small, and Ranger seemed to be taking up a lot of space, standing very close. He reached around me and snagged two salad bowls from the over-the-counter cabinet. “It’s not length of life that’s important,” he said. “It’s the quality. The goal is to have purity of mind and body.”

“Do you have a pure mind and body?”

Ranger locked eyes with me. “Not right now.”

And then we learn something about the ever mysterious Ranger.

Who was this man? He owned office buildings in Boston. And he was the … I was having a hard time merging this new knowledge into my mental Ranger-the-gunrunner/bounty-hunter file.

Stephanie is a bit low on FTAs so she gains employment through Ranger. This was always gonna be a good thing for me. 

I was feeling much too attracted to him. Ranger wasn’t listed under potential boyfriends in my Rolodex. Ranger was listed under crazed mercenaries. An attraction to Ranger would be like chasing after the doomsday orgasm.

His eyes dropped to the towel and then back to my face. “Returning your hat, Babe.” He put the SEALs hat on my head and adjusted it over my damp hair. “You left it in the lobby.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Ranger smiled.

“What?” I asked.

“Cute,” Ranger said.

Joe Morelli needs to catch my eye more. I feel I am letting Team Morelli down as I am Team Ranger.

Morelli looked down at my utility belt.

“What kind of a statement is this?”


He gave his head a disbelieving shake. “You know what my biggest fear is? I worry that someday you might be the mother of my children.”

See they are inevitable, so I need to get on Team Morelli, but when Janet writes Ranger the way she does…then I am all about the Team Ranger. Also I have that visual of Ranger from the One For The Money movie…and I likey.

Okay so lots of shenanigans happen, banter flows, sexual tension is imminent and villains are hankering to get Steph. All in all, I had an entertaining time with many giggles.

“The balls in your court,” Ranger said. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

“For the car?”

He smiled.


Janet it’s your fault I’m Team Ranger when you write all this stuff with Ranger being so darn rawrrrrr.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017


Hell's Bastard # 1

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I was stolen as an infant and raised by my master, William Dupre. For twenty years I was hidden inside a plantation home on the outskirts of Connard, Louisiana. Stupidity killed William giving me my chance for freedom. But where do I go when I have only known the walls of his home? When I have no friends and have never made contact with another person, other than my master and mistress. 

I am a secret.

The outside world was only known to me through the movies I was granted access to. 
I’ve only ever had contact with one man who treated me as his pet to do as he wished.

I chose to run without looking back. I stole into the night on a wing and a prayer with my book, a handful of bills and my ragdoll Jenny and a head full of hope. I had to believe all of humanity was not like William and I was right.

But then I had to go and let my guard down one evening giving myself over like some sex starved fool, to the tattooed man who had strolled into the bar I was working at.

I was a coo yon, a stupid girl.

Miss Catherine

I had felt it in my bones that somethin’ was goin’ to be comin’. I didn’t know when, but dem bones of mine never lied to me. They always gave me a warnin’, a feelin’ in dem that left me to work the rest out for myself. I hadn’t had such a strong feelin’ seepin’ into dem in a long time.

There was nothin’ much to be done but sit here in front of my comforting fire in my cozy livin’ room with my crochet until I be called upon.


We talk. I lie a lot because I need to keep my identity a secret. I can’t let that personal information out. I lie about my name, because I gave my real name to a stranger today, and now I’m saddled with a damning letter.

Tonight I will be Sara, and she will help me move forward. I’m handing her the reins.


I've had too much fucking time to think about my past on the ride to Louisiana. I had blocked out that part of my life, even though it helped to shape the person I am now.

I'm ruthless.

I don't give second chances.

I get the job done.

Conscience plays no part in my world.

You f*ck me or the club over, you are done for.

I'm indeed a soulless bastard through and through.

I'm grateful I was taken from my father, or God only knows what would have become of me.

Would I even be alive?

They say blood is thicker than water.

Well, that is debatable.


She has no reason to trust me, especially since I'm a man. I have to keep reminding myself I'm the only other man she has met in her entire life and I'm asking her to believe my words when she has no good reason to.

Jonathan Boothe

I really should get out of Dodge, but this is gonna be too good to miss.

The maestro has conducted his last song.

What could possibly go wrong?

Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.


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I’ve just walked into the bar and I’m in need of a piss, so I follow the restroom sign and notice along the way how empty the bar is, while the jukebox has some romantic country song wailing out of it. I could have relieved myself on my father’s land, but even my piss was too good to be spilled on something he had owned.

I’ve taken care of business, ready for a beer, when I hear barely audible feminine grunts followed by smacking noises coming from up the stairs.

Call me curious.

I quietly climb the stairs, noting the Private: Staff Only sign nailed to the beam above my head, ignoring it as I walk toward the sounds, when I see her in a back room, punching a heavy bag in painted on, ass-hugging, little black workout shorts. I’m amused at first. My thoughts of revenge falling to second place as I cross my arms over my chest, propping myself up against the doorjamb while I watch her smack the bag with her toned arms as she makes those soft little grunts.

She has no idea I’m standing here observing her. I should walk away, but the more I stand here watching her, the more I can’t take my eyes off her. She sure is a looker.

This female is so determined to break her thumbs that I have to step in and save them. She is lean, but she still has nice curves, like a slow-winding country road travelling up her body. Her tight, rounded globes have my dick’s attention as she swings around the bag, concentrating so hard that she doesn’t notice me, sweat dripping off her pretty face, determination written all over it.

I decide then and there I want to get to know her tonight. I have seen that look. That’s the look of somebody who’s working off stress…or working off somebody.

She is quick on her feet, but she is holding her hands wrong. She doesn’t even have them strapped. She looks like she walked in and just needed to start hitting something. Her tits are a good handful, and her tight black workout top holds them secure. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, perfect for grabbing onto, and she has these big, chocolate brown eyes a man could drown in while he fucks her senseless.

She is light on her feet as she rotates around again, jabbing at the bag with her back to me. In my current status of good-guy-civilian, I have to help her out.

I walk up to her and lay my hands on either side of her shoulders to calm her movements. She stops with a gasp, her body stiffening. I watch her reaction time. It’s slow as her mind works on what to do next. She needs to get a little quicker with that.

Then it comes.

I’m ready.

She swings around, ready to shove her palm straight up into my nose, hoping to buy herself some time as she flees for help.

Somebody has been taking self-defense lessons. I actually find myself liking the fact that she has some knowledge about how to protect herself.

I dodge her predictable defensive response to my invasion of her space. Her palm goes flying through the air, hitting nothing. I twist her back around, keeping her arms locked down tight, and her back to my chest. “We can do this all night if you like, but I’m not here to hurt you. I came in for a beer and to take a piss. I’ve been on the road the last few days. If you’ll calm down, I’ll release you.”

She thinks about my words and my actions and does as she’s told. She’s na├»ve, but I won’t tell her that. Before I fully release her, I move my hands over hers and reposition her thumbs for her. “Like this.” I soften my deep, rough, gravelly voice because I can be very intimidating when I want to be. “Little lady, I was just gonna tell you you’re gonna break those thumbs the way you are hitting that bag.” From her body language, I can see intimidation will get me nowhere. I need to behave like a civil gentleman, and not who I really am.

“You’re not thinking about the care of your hands before you beat the heavy bag senseless because your mind is elsewhere.” She’s all kinds of frazzled about something, and this is an impulsive thing to do. She might have started out with good intentions, putting her workout gear on, but then it escalated to, ‘Fuck my hands. I need to hit something, pronto’.

I fully release her and she immediately takes a step away from me, twisting around to take in who was touching her, who has invaded her private workout. Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks me up and down quickly. They don’t linger too long. She just needed to assess me for any danger.

Smart girl.

All she sees standing before her is a clean-cut American guy. She would have given me a different look had she seen me in my cut, but for some reason, I don’t think it would have necessarily impressed her. There are the chicks who would fear us, and then there are the chicks who can’t wait to get in our pants. I’m not a hundred percent sure which category she was in at the moment.

I look her in the eyes. “I can tell this isn’t your first time at the bag. You’ve let yourself get distracted, little lady.”

“Thank you,” she whispers to me. “You are right. I am distracted. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Her eyes are now downcast and darting back and forth. “I’m good now, thank you. You can leave me to it.”

I sense a challenge. I saw her look of appreciation before she looked away. I never have to work hard. I get fucked with ease.

“You shouldn’t be up here. This is the private part of the bar and it’s now closed. How did you get in here?” Her voice is soft-spoken.

“The door was unlocked and the jukebox was wailing. Also, it’s only just eight o’clock. I needed a beer. What bar shuts at eight o’clock?”

“This bar,” she mumbles. She slowly looks up when I don’t respond to her two words, and then her eyes roam all over my body...again.

I’m neatly dressed and my hair is freshly cut. I’m wearing designer jeans, a checkered button up, and a leather jacket. I stopped off in New Orleans to get myself some civvies to wear on the way over. My cut is rolled up in my saddle bag on my bike.

I usually look dangerous and intimidating, but tonight, I need to be somebody else less threatening. I also need to be anonymous in this town, just a guy wanting a beer, passing on through.

Tonight, I’m nothing more than your average Joe Blow.

“Are you in charge of the bar?” I can’t sense anybody else around.

“Not normally, but for now, yes.”

She’s deciding if she will allow me a drink. I know I look tired, and now I’m all kinds of sexually frustrated, since I’ve laid eyes on this female.

“If you want a beer, I can get you one.” She’s too trusting, but I won’t knock her back. I really could do with a beer.

This new hair cut is hanging in my face, and it works to my advantage, making me look younger. I scoop it up and over my head and give her a little smile. “You look like you need a break. Can I buy you a drink?” I’m all for smooth talking her to get what I want.

I can see her weighing up whether to let me buy her a drink. Interesting, she’s making me work for it. I’m all for a challenge. She just made herself that little bit more of a game to me, so I offer up more information. “I’m just in town to visit family and decided to stop on by for a couple drinks before I head on over.” A little white lie, but I can see I have to pull some half-truths here to get this one to take the bait.

“And they can’t give you a beer?”

Shit. “They no longer drink.” Well, that part is true. “Wouldn’t be polite of me to show up with alcohol, when they’re on the wagon.”

I give her my warmest look, which I normally reserve for the people I’m hunting, because I need to pull on my resources for this female standing before me.

My brothers know if I get this look on my face I’m far more dangerous than when I look like I want to kill you. If I look like I want to kill you, then where’s the element of surprise? But if I look at you like you are my friend and you can trust me, then you won’t see me coming, motherfucker.

I need to take the edge off and get laid, and she just became my prey for the night. I’ll be fucking her before the night is through.

I hold my hand out to her to shake. “I’m Edge, and you are?”

She puts her small hand in mine and gives my hand a little squeeze. “I’m Sara.” I can see immediately she’s lying to me. She has no clue how to lie. My name’s Edge because I always have the upper hand.

She looks at me like she wants to say something more, her mouth opens a little, and then she says in a very small voice, “Ok. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Let me just clean up a bit.”

“I’ll just go wait out at the bar for you.” I have to strain my ears to hear her. “Take your time, little lady. I’ll be waiting.”

I can sniff a good girl out, and she’s definitely a good girl, but can I get her to be a bad girl tonight?

I head down to the bar and take it upon myself to flip the closed sign on and click the locks. She’s not used to closing up the bar because somebody else normally does this, and tonight, for whatever reason, she’s been left alone to do it, and look what happens.

I happen.

I take a slow look around the bar. It’s fitted out in wood and leather. A real old school kind of small town bar, with an old school kind of jukebox in the corner. The music has stopped, so I walk over to it, feeling around my pockets for a handful of coins, and I punch in several songs. The jukebox comes to life, clicking and whirring, and “One Of These Nights” by The Eagles starts playing.

I could have ducked behind the bar and gotten a couple of beers, but I don’t want to appear more than who I want her to see. I want in her pants, and being Edge, the Soulless Bastard, isn’t gonna cut it with this gal.

I take out my phone and text Hazard. I let him know I’ve arrived and I’ll be tidying everything up soon. Whisper will be meeting an untimely end. We discuss some club stuff back and forth, and then end our conversation. I delete the messages, so my phone is clean.

I’ve positioned myself so I can see when she comes back into the bar. The jukebox clicks away as it chooses the next song, “Are You Gonna Be My Girl” by Jet starts playing.

She walks in, looking around the empty bar until she locates where I’m seated. She makes a stop behind the bar and holds up two beers. I nod my head, and she brings them over. I don’t care about the brand; I just need a drink. I can see she’s showered and has put on a clean white tank top, a knitted black zip-up, little denim shorts, and flip-flops. I’m amused at the flip-flops.

“Slide on in, little lady.” I figure she’ll sit next to me, but instead, she sits across from me. “Do you talk?”

“Of course.” Her voice is so damn quiet against the jukebox playing in the background.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna have to speak up because I can’t hear you.” She slides the beer over to me and I hold it up to her. “Thank you,” I tell her, then take a deep swig.

She takes a long drink from her bottle and makes a little face while she looks about nervously. I need to go in for another swoop of getting her to trust me. This chick needs to chill. “Look, Sara, if you don’t want to talk and have a beer, that’s fine by me. I just thought you looked interesting and we might get along tonight.”

“No. You are great. It’s me. I’ve got a lot of things on my mind.” Her eyes turn to me, but can’t stay on me for too long. “I received some unwanted news today.”

“Is that what the pounding on the heavy bag was all about?”

She nods her head. “My trainer would be disappointed all his hard work went down the peach pit the minute he left me alone.”

Peach pit? I like this woman. “Is he your boyfriend?” Of course she would have somebody. I take a long swig out of my bottle, draining the contents. I’m about to cock-block my own dick and get out of here.

“Oh, no!” She laughs and I like the sound of it. “He’s more a father figure to me. He’s away for a few days, and I was just feeling a little tense. He will help me sort it all out when he gets back.”

I give my dick a mental double-thumbs-up, deciding maybe she’s worth the challenge tonight after all. It’s very rare a female doesn’t push herself on me, or rub her tits in my face when I invite her for a drink. Actually, it’s rare more than one woman isn’t vying for my attention at the same time. This is something new to me. She’s put a small chink in my ego.

When I’m hunting, I need to know when to back off and when to go in for the kill. This girl needs more effort, or else I will blow it before I can get to the finish line.

Hell's Bastard # 2

The Hunt Is On.


I was never meant to be free.
Evil has taken from me again.
I’ve lost the two people I’ve grown to love because another of Hell’s bastards has staked his claim on me and stolen me away.
What gives another human being the right to take another’s innocence and try to destroy their soul?


We were never meant to meet.
Our lives collided and spun out in different directions.
Now it’s a race against time.
Time she doesn’t have.
This is on my head.
I f*cked up.

What happens when a Soulless Bastards MC enforcer is on the hunt for the f*ckers involved in taking the sweet and wild girl? 

No Mercy happens.

Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.


Hell's Bastard # 3

Releasing 25th January 


I’ve decided there’s no virtue in patience. 
It’s f*cking torture.
And that goes for DM Christmas songs too.


Good girl.
Be afraid of me. 
It will make my job easier.
Until she's caught between a desk and a Hell's bastard.


I am a shell to be f*cked with.
But I am a survivor.
I have my own Sasha Fierce.
Just give me a reason.


You haven’t seen my bad side yet.
It will leave you speechless.


Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell.

Survival has become a waiting game, choreographed by a schedule to keep me complacent.
Mathias and Rose are my constants. 
My frenemies.
What happens when Cezar turns the tables?

Just remember to breathe.

Contains adult situations which may offend and graphic violence, but it is one hell of a fictional ride. Strap yourself in. For mature aged readers 18 +.