Sunday, November 29, 2020

Masters' Mistress by Jamie Schulz (Angel Eyes, #1)


Masters' Mistress
by Jamie Schulz

My Rating: 3.5 Stars

Series: Angel Eyes - Book 1
Publisher : Jamie Schulz; 1st edition (February 1, 2020)
Genre: Dystopian Cowboy Romance
Print length : 606 pages
Available from:  Amazon

 

A man bound by chains.

A woman burdened by regret.

Will love set this tortured pair free?

In this nightmarish future where women own men, Bret Masters refuses to serve anyone. But after spending years evading slavers in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest, he’s furious when he’s finally caught and sold. So, although his mistress has a pretty face and deliciously tempting curves, he vows to escape.

Angel Aldridge hides her pain behind fences as sturdy and vast as her ranch. And even though her newly acquired slave is a ruggedly handsome cowboy, she’s not about to let her fantasies endanger the people she swore to protect. But between her always-watching enemies and her wounded heart, she’s reluctant to admit she may need him in more ways than one…

As the two toil side by side, Bret is surprised to discover Angel’s vulnerability and her compassionate nature. And the more time they spend together, the harder she finds it to resist her feelings and to soothe her lonely soul. But when they’re stranded alone together, the barriers between mistress and slave may not be strong enough to withstand their red-hot attraction.

Can Bret and Angel overcome their fears to sow the seeds of lasting love?

Masters' Mistress by Jamie Schulz (Angel Eyes, #1)


Jamie Schulz takes a different approach to a dystopian, post-apocalyptic world and adds an extremely slow-burning romance to the mix. MASTERS' MISTRESS is the story of two people, equally repelled as they are attracted to each other.

In a world where women are now in charge, men are treated as slaves, less than human, but some women do not agree with the way of the world and one ranch owner uses her private world to create a more equal living situation, as long as the rest of the world doesn’t find out.

Bret has been held prisoner by slave traders, treated as a plaything, and his trust in women is nil while his hatred is strong. When Angel purchases him as a favor to another, he does his best to be anti-social and never to trust anyone, especially a woman. Still, there is something about Angel that speaks to his heart.

This is not a rapid-paced read and is quite long. The romance-not-romance brewing between the main characters is definitely slow-burn, too slow for my tastes, more like a tease of what could be as both Brett and Angel continually note how physically attractive each is. It became too repetitive, too drawn out for me and I found myself thinking these two were too trapped in their pasts and too hung up on the physical to appreciate what was in front of them.

Don’t get me wrong, Jamie Schulz can write, she has built a world the polar opposite of what we usually find when the world goes insane. I’m just not sure I felt involved enough or that I believed how their world worked. I felt too isolated at the ranch. Was the rest of the world really clueless to how the men were treated as almost equals?

All in all, a good escape, but maybe too tame for me. My mistake was thinking there would be more action, more movement, perhaps more conflict related to this world.

I received a complimentary copy from Jamie Schulz! This is my honest and voluntary review.

Saturday, November 28, 2020

Shattered Dawn by Georgia Lyn Hunter (Fallen Guardians, #5)


Shattered Dawn
by Georgia Lyn Hunter

My rating: 5 stars

Series: Fallen Guardians - Book 5
Publication date : November 24, 2020
Publisher: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Print length : 449 pages
Available from:  Amazon | Barnes & Noble

 

Bound to a malevolent curse…

Solitary warrior Nikkos ices his emotions to survive the rampaging evil trapped within him—his only gratification is hunting and destroying demons. When guardian duty leads him to infiltrate a trafficking ring, he collides with a feisty human who stirs his long-dead heart. There is no place in his violent life for this beautiful crusader, yet she becomes the lone spark that ignites his indestructible armor.


A past lost, a future uncertain…

With no memories of her former life and surrounded by enemies, Shadow takes refuge in the hazardous maze beneath the city and spends her time trying to save the other lost souls who congregate there. Until a maddening, hardcore immortal storms into her life, throwing her world off-balance.

Despite her unexpected attraction to the sexy, tattooed Guardian, Shadow cannot let him close, not when her very nature makes her one of the creatures he’s sworn to destroy.


A destiny that won’t be denied…

No matter their mile-high barriers, a dark hunger burns, drawing them closer. But their very happiness is threatened when danger finds Shadow and their enemies strike, propelling Nik and Shadow into battles unlike any ever faced, with an end neither could have foreseen…

Shattered Dawn by Georgia Lyn Hunter (Fallen Guardians, #5)


He protects the human realm from demons. She has no memory of her life before it was saved by darkness. They should be enemies, but there is a fiery-hot attraction that may not be wise, but it can’t be denied. Nikkos heart knows he shouldn’t get too close to Shadow, after all, they stand on opposite sides of the light and dark, but the heart wants what the heart wants, even it could kill them both…

Georgia Lyn Hunter’s SHATTERED DAWN is paranormal romance at its best! The tension is fever hot, the pain of a forbidden attraction is feverish and the chemistry between these two is explosive!

A great plot, fabulous characters and an ending that will leave you wanting more from this incredible author!

I received a complimentary ARC edition from Georgia Lyn Hunter! This is my honest and voluntary review.


The Brass Queen by Elizabeth Chatsworth


The Brass Queen
by Elizabeth Chatsworth

My rating: 5 stars

Publication date : January 12, 2021
Publisher : Camcat Publishing, LLC 
Genre: Steampunk Fantasy
Print length : 457 pages
Available from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble

 

In 1897, a fiery British aristocrat and an inept US spy search for a stolen invisibility serum that could spark a global war.


Miss Constance Haltwhistle is the last in a line of blue-blooded rogue inventors. Selling exotic firearms under her alias, the ‘Brass Queen,’ has kept her baronial estate’s coffers full. But when US spy, Trusdale, saves her from assassins, she’s pulled into a search for a scientist with an invisibility serum. As royal foes create an invisible army to start a global war, Constance and Trusdale must learn to trust each other. If they don’t, the world they know will literally disappear before their eyes.

The Brass Queen by Elizabeth Chatsworth


Need a great reading fix? Want to laugh, cheer and marvel at the world these characters live in? Looking for a feisty, fun heroine who marches to the beat of her own drummer? Meet Constance Haltwhistle, the seemingly self-assured start of Elizabeth Chatsworth’s THE BRASS QUEEN! Trust me, you’ll be glad you did…

Forced to find a husband, Constance isn’t the easiest or most desirable lady in the marriage mart and actually, she would prefer to avoid the entire messy affair, except her father has disappeared and her estate is in danger. Enter U.S. spy-from-Kansas, Trusdale, under the guise of a brilliant scientist. But can he fool the intrepid Miss Haltwhistle? Is there something more to her than meets the eye? Is she a villain or a woman with a huge heart and good intentions?

Settle in for a madcap ride created by an author who has a brilliant sense of timing for adventure and humor!

I received a complimentary ARC edition! This is my honest and voluntary review.


If I Disappear by Eliza Jane Brazier


If I Disappear
by Eliza Jane Brazier

My rating: 3 stars

 

When her favorite true crime podcast host goes missing, an adrift young woman plunges headfirst into the wild backcountry of Northern California and her own dangerous obsession.


Sera loves true crime podcasts. They make her feel empowered in a world where women just like her disappear daily. She's sure they are preparing her for something. So when Rachel, her favorite podcast host, goes missing, Sera knows it's time to act. Rachel has always taught her to trust her instincts.


Sera follows the clues hidden in the episodes to an isolated ranch outside Rachel's small hometown to begin her search. She's convinced her investigation will make Rachel so proud. But the more Sera digs into this unfamiliar world, the more off things start to feel. Because Rachel is not the first woman to vanish from the ranch, and she won't be the last...


Rachel did try to warn her.

If I Disappear

by Eliza Jane Brazier


Eliza Jane Brazier has created a tale of darkness, heavy with ominous atmosphere and brittle emotions. IF I DISAPPEAR is the story of a woman determined to discover what happened to her favorite true crime podcast host. Are there secret hints to her whereabouts within her podcasts? Will the hidden truths be far more dangerous than Sera could have imagined.

Dark, dry and with a heavy feeling of storm clouds above, this tale is not an easy or fast read. For lovers of true crime thrillers, this can be savored at its slow, murky pace. For those who want more action in their reading or need some upbeat moments without dense entanglements, this can be a little harder to get through as the main character is a difficult person to know and feel for.

Still, an intriguing read written in an edgy style, if overly heavy style.


Thursday, November 26, 2020

Tic Tac Mistletoe by N. R. Walker Blitz and #Giveaway

Tic Tac Mistletoe
N.R. Walker
Publication date: November 27th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Holiday, LGBTQ+, Romance

Hamish Kenneally is moving from Australia to the US for a fresh start, starting with Christmas at his sister’s place in Idaho. When a snowstorm diverts his plane to Montana and leaves him stranded two days before Christmas, he hires a car and drives right into a blizzard.

Ren Brooks has always called Hartbridge, Montana, and his family hardware store, home. After a few failed attempts at love, he’s resigned to being single forever—after all, no guy wants to stay in his sleepy little town for long. And after his dad’s passing earlier in the year, Ren’s Christmas is looking bleak. But when a car runs off the road in front of his property, Ren pulls the driver out and takes him home to get out of the cold.

With the storm and the holidays leaving Hamish with nowhere else to go, Ren kindly offers a place to stay. Hamish is certain he’s crashed right into a Hallmark Christmas movie, despite more car delays and road closures and the prospect of not seeing his sister for Christmas. And with help from Hamish, Ren is beginning to feel a little Christmas cheer.

These two unlikely strangers have more in common than they first realise, and after two days of Christmas decorations, cookies, and non-stop conversation, it looks like Christmas might be saved after all.

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EXCERPT:

Hamish’s POV

A totally catastrophic, unmitigated disaster.

What is a totally catastrophic, unmitigated disaster, you might ask?

Let me break it down for you real quick.

My life, my relationship, my job, my plans, my future, and this whole damn trip.

So, basically me.

Me.

I am the totally catastrophic unmitigated disaster.

Hamish Kenneally, thirty-one-year-old Australian, who quit his shitty job and sold his shitty apartment and left behind his shitty life in Sydney, packed his said-shitty life into two suitcases, and boarded a plane to spend Christmas with his sister in God-knows-where, Idaho, USA.

Well, Christmas first. Then two years, at least, in America trying to unshitify his life.

And if the trip to said God-knows-where, Idaho, was any indication of just how spectacularly extra-shitified my life was going to get, I should have turned around and stayed right where I was.

Because if the flight from Sydney to LA was bad, which it was, then the second flight, LA to Spokane, made the first flight look like a joy ride.

Because I didn’t get to Spokane, did I?

Oh no, of course I didn’t.

Because you see, Christmastime in America is in winter. Which is weird enough for this Australian. Christmas should be hot summer days at the beach, seafood and salads, beers and watching the bronzed surfers and drunk foreigners at Bondi. That is what Christmas should be.

None of this “sorry folks; to avoid flying into a massive snow blizzard, we’re being diverted to Missoula, Montana” crap the captain of the plane said when we were halfway there. Like the screaming baby in the seat next to me, or the vomiting lady in the row in front of me weren’t bad enough. Like we had any choice about which direction we were flying into.

I had no choice. I was now going to Montana. In a freaking blizzard, of all things. Ever been on a plane that flew into a snowstorm? There is zero joy in that kind of turbulence, believe me. It would also explain the screaming baby and the vomiting woman. And the man behind me saying Hail Mary’s . . . which you’d think might be comforting. But oh boy, is it ever not. Especially when he yelled the prayer every time we hit a particularly large pothole in the sky on the descent. Honestly, if this flight was a scene in a movie, you’d think it was too ridiculous to be real.

After the plane landed—to which I would have clapped and cheered like everyone else if I wasn’t stuck in the brace position after trying to kiss my own arse goodbye—we were kicked off the plane without so much as a good luck in the wrong bloody state.

So there I was, a clueless Aussie, after flying for twenty hellish-hours and now a few hundred kilometres from where I was supposed to be, trying to wrangle two overweight suitcases down the concourse, when one little wheel on my suitcase broke.

Because of course it did.

Frazzled and trying not to cry— Yes, cry. A thirty-one-year-old man can cry; shove your toxic masculinity in your cakehole and stop judging me. I was having a jetlag-fuelled shitastic day meltdown, trying to keep my shit together the best I could, and clearly not doing it very well. I was allowed a little saltwater leakage.

Anyway, getting back to my story. I tried to call my sister.

No signal.

Because of course there’s not.

So, taking a deep breath and willing myself not to spiral, I found my car rental kiosk. Finally, something is going right. “I have a car booked,” I said, trying to keep my now-broken suitcase upright with my foot while rifling through my backpack for my booking confirmation and driver’s licence. After dropping my passport and half the contents from my backpack all over the floor, then scrambling to collect it all while still trying to keep my suitcase upright, I handed everything over with a flourish of triumph. “Oh, that flight was the worst,” I said, sagging onto the counter. I was about to tell her all about my day from the ninth circle of hell when she looked up at me with that look.

You know the one.

The look of superficial appeasement before they cut you off at the knees. “I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t have a reservation under your name.”

I stared at her. My brain short-circuited and the will to live left my body. It was an actual out-of-body experience, I’m sure of it. I could see myself staring at her, mouth gaping like I’d been lobotomised.

Because of course they didn’t have my booking.

Why would they? My rental car was waiting for me in Spokane. In Washington. Not in freaking Montana.

“Oh,” I whispered, and my left eye twitched. “That’s nice.” I looked around the airport, at the line of annoyed people behind me. “Excellent. I’ve seen that movie where Tom Hanks lives in an airport. It wasn’t so bad. Could be worse. Could’ve been the one where he’s stuck on the island, I guess. Though I didn’t pack a volleyball, so that would’ve sucked.”

She blinked and tap-tap-tapped away at her keyboard. “But sir, we’ve had a lot of cancelled flights today because of the weather. I can arrange a vehicle for you, if you’d like?”

Oh, my sweet baby Jesus in a manger, why didn’t she lead with that?

Author Bio:

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

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Christmasly Obedient by Julia Kent Blitz and #Giveaway

Christmasly Obedient
Julia Kent
Publication date: November 24th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance

Tree picking in glorious, downeast Maine. Snow. Santa. Roaring fires, people you love, and a good life. What more could a guy want?

Or, rather, two guys?

Mike and Jeremy have a quiet life with Lydia, on her parents’ family campground in Verily, Maine. It’s a little boring, sure, but after the craziness of their old lives, what’s wrong with boring?

Besides, Jeremy and Mike find Lydia anything but.

As Christmas looms, and an unexpected oops leaves them all in a state of uncertainty, they have to ask themselves: is it time to let life be a little less boring?

And what’s inside that slim box Lydia’s giving them both on Christmas morning?

Christmasly Obedient is a new holiday book in Julia Kent’s USA Today bestselling Obedient series.

The Obedient Series includes:

Maliciously Obedient
Suspiciously Obedient
Deliciously Obedient

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EXCERPT:

Jeremy pulled off his coat and slid his arms around Lydia, burying his nose in her neck. The strange sense of being perched on the edge of the world, obscured in white and disconnected from everything abated with each breath, the tick-tock of the mantel clock tracking a different kind of time.

“You’re wet!” Lydia squealed. “And stubbly!”

He didn’t stop. Her squirming turned to a tense freeze, then a slow melt in his arms. She stayed in place, he knew, because she sensed his need.

That was love. Real love.

Mike walked into Jeremy’s line of vision, carrying two open beers, one ready to hand to Jeremy. Ice-blue eyes met his, powerful and knowing. Something deeper than relief took over Jeremy’s cells as he stood there, Lydia touching him, Mike in the same frame, too.

His people. He had his people. That’s all he really needed.

“Hey,” Lydia said softly in his ear. “What’s wrong?”

Jeremy shook his head and just inhaled deeply. The change of plans was welcome. Christmas had come early to the small campground in Maine. He cradled Lydia’s face in his hands and kissed her, the taste of her tongue a tether, holding him in place, keep-ing him from tipping over the edge and into the pale, snowy abyss.

As the kiss deepened, he felt Mike’s hand on his shoulder, heard the cackle of Madge’s ribald comment, smelled the heady scent of burning wood.

And he was home.

Really home.

Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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