• Melysious Intent by R.L. Rushing

    On January 28, 2014, I posted a review of the first two books in the Cursed Existence Collection.  You can read those by clicking here.  On July 2, 2014, a third book in the collection was released. Melysious Intent.  Melysious Intent serves as the back story of Melysa Makenzie, a mind reader.   It takes place before she’s thrust into the hellhole which is Ledger Headquarters.



    Recovering from physical scars that pale in comparison to the jagged emotional reminders left behind by her drug addicted boyfriend, Melysa Makenzie meets a breathtakingly handsome man named Gabriel Soileau who is intent on showing her a love she has never before known.   Due to a life altering encounter, ArtWorx, the advertising firm by which she is employed as a graphic designer, scores a once in a lifetime contract with Gabriel’s revolutionary new airline.  When Melysa, not only walks away with the grand prize, but also the clients heart and soul, her co-workers are none too happy.  As she works to expand the HydroAir brand, outside forces work to take her down.  Is her life at risk simply because of jilted ex co-workers, or is it because she is a telepath?

    This book was a really good read.  As a stand alone I give it 4 Hearts.  That being said, I kept reading it with a heavy heart because I knew Lysa’s fate.  This is a Cinderella story worthy of being read. Gabriel is worthy as a prince charming.  Now I have to go back and read books 1 and 2!

    Buy it at Amazon now!


  • BDSM Blog Hop!

    I am so happy to be participating in this blog hop. I am in no way, shape or form, “in the Lifestyle”, however, I love reading about BDSM and watching BDSM porn so much that I regularly consider watching grannys get fucked. Because of this, I wanted to introduce to you a part of this world.

    One aspect of BDSM is community and openness to answer questions. While reading books, I learned of one way BDSM emulates this openness and community is with ….A Munch.

    According to NYC Munch on Fetlife.com:

    “A munch is a low-pressure social gathering for people involved in or interested in BDSM. A munch is usually held in a restaurant.

    Who can attend?:

    If you are minimum 18 years old, please join us and be among kindred spirits. We welcome all at this Munch. For those who are new or curious, this is a perfect way to get introduced to the lifestyle in a friendly environment. It might be helpful for some to do some research about the kinds of things we get up to in the BDSM culture through websites like lxtube.xxx. Understanding the sexual roles we play can help you to ask questions that will help you to get the answers you want quicker.

    *Who is a typical person who attends these munches?

    Regular everyday males and females, who happen to share an interest in the Dominant and Submissive Lifestyle.

    *How to dress to The Munch?

    We would appreciate that you dress with the knowledge that this is a vanilla restaurant. We understand that you would not want to dress like you would practicing BDSM on websites similar to Porn-HD. We do not want to bring attention to ourselves nor the establishment from other patrons. That means dress as casual as possible. Most people come directly from work, so they are already casually dressed or in their work clothes.”

    Again, this was found for the NYC Munch Group on Fetlife.com. Fetlife.com is an excellent place to find a Munch near you.

    How awsome is it that you can go and have people in the know actually answer questions. I mean you can’t do that with any other club you can think of.

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    How did I learn about munches you ask? I read Tymber Dalton’s Suncoast Society Series. The Suncoast Society is the social “vanilla” name that the group of people in the lifestyle found in these books named their Munch. They named it such for the day of the week they meet. Since a Munch is usually a public place, they wanted a vanilla name that people could ask the greeter at the restaurant where they are located.

    I have to say Tymber Dalton sucked me right into this series with book one, Safe Harbor. This is the one book of the series that I have read over and over again. It is one of my “go to books”. There is not a book in this series that I have not given 5 Hearts.

    Although each book can be read as stand alone, here is the reading order for the Series:

    Safe Harbor (1)
    Cardinal’s Rule (2)
    Domme by Default (3)
    The Reluctant Dom (4)
    The Denim Dom (5)
    Pinch Me (6)
    Broken Toy (7)
    A Clean Sweep (8)

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  • Becoming Family by Flynn Eire


    Out today!!!!





    New York Police Lieutenant Eugene Harris thought he’d seen it all when on the force. The good, the bad, and the evil. He never once believed it would be so close to his doorstep. Having men with red eyes break into his apartment would have been too much for anyone, but now he had to come to grips with angels and demons being real. His daughter’s safety depended on it.
    Ronan Macfayden falls head over tail for Eugene, and his daughter, Ruthie. He does whatever he feels Eugene needs help with. Spending weeks at his side, getting the new security staff for compound up and running, he hopes Eugene will see him for who he truly is. It only takes a conspiring nine-year-old to nudge them into the right direction.
    The two fight to keep the others safe and their relationship on the right path. But the hellish dangers continue, threatening everyone and everything within the compound, calling into question the security in place. Will finding friends once thought long gone stop Ronan from what he truly desires? Will the demons or other obstacles keep Ronan, Eugene, and Ruthie from becoming family?



    Ok first I have to say, my hubby is NYPD, so Eugene has a special place in my heart.  Not all cops are as cool calm and collected as Eugene is.  I love how he takes charge of the situation.    

    Ronan reminds me of my dog.  Following Eugene around like a little lost puppy.  Playing with Ruthie and taking care of them. 

    However, I think Ruthie stole the story.  She is the quintessential little girl who is 9 going on 35.  Wise way beyond her years.  

    As always, Flynn grabs you by your heartstrings and you yearn for Eugene and Ronan to resolve their feelings and get together.  Like I have said in the past, for a story that wasn’t supposed to go passed book 1, this series keeps getting better.  4 Hearts!



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    The worst day of my life started with an angel. An honest to goodness, wings and bright light kind of fucking angel. It might have made me feel special, an angel in my house, if it hadn’t scared the absolute, complete shit out of me.

    “Ruthie, get your butt in gear or we’re going to be late getting you to school,” I called out as I refilled my travel mug with more coffee before preparing her bagel. I started thinking about the same things I did every day. What did we need from the store? Did I pack Ruthie’s soccer gear in her bag for after school? Was I enough as a single father to give Ruthie a good life?

    Then I heard her scream. “Dad, help!”

    I dropped the bagel and had my gun in my hand before even thinking about it. Busting into her room, I aimed at the man standing by my daughter. “How did you get in here? Who are you?”

    “I am Wormwood, angel of the Lord,” he said calmly, smiling at me.

    “Yeah, and I’m Santa Clause. Get the fuck away from my daughter.” Then I saw two things at once that changed our lives forever. A massive dog moved out from behind me—how, I didn’t know, because I was along the wall so there was no place for it to hide. And Wormwood—a terrible name for anyone—suddenly had wings. 

    I almost dropped my damn gun.

    And then just about shit my pants when the large dog started growling.

    “There is no time to explain, Lt. Eugene Harris,” Wormwood blurted as he glanced past me with wide eyes. “Your daughter is in danger, and we’re here to bring you both to safety.”

    “Dad, he’s got wings,” my nine-year-old whispered as she reached out to touch them.

    “Ruthie, stay back,” I barked, hating that I had to be that harsh when I saw tears build in her eyes. “Come here, baby girl. Nice and slow, away from the crazy man with the fake wings.”

    “Will you take me to see my mom?” Ruthie begged.

    “No!” My heart skipped several beats. Her mother had been dead for two years now. The only way to see her was— “You can’t take my child. She’s healthy. She’s not dying!”

    “She is healthy but might not be for much longer if we don’t get you out of here,” the angel worried, his eyes full of fear as the dog growled louder.

    “What does that even mean?” I snapped, glancing from him to the dog to Ruthie.

    He opened his mouth to answer but there was a loud noise at the door of our apartment, and I heard it crashed in. I turned to face another threat, but the dog shoved me aside. What kind of breed was as big as a baby horse? 

    Two men entered our apartment, and since the front door was a straight shot from where I was standing, past the kitchen, I saw them immediately.

    And their red eyes. Everything in me screamed they were evil, like raw, biblical evil. Of the two choices I had, the man with wings or the ones with red eyes—my decision was easy.

    “Get us out of here,” I agreed, rushing over to Ruthie as I holstered my gun. The second I was close enough, I picked her up and moved her head against my chest as I looked at Wormwood. The two men raced into the room and the dog attacked, one of them easily smacking the animal away. It cried out in pain and fell to the floor.

    Who defeats a massive dog like that?

    “Don’t be afraid.” He took my hand and looked at the dog. In the blink of an eye, we weren’t in our apartment anymore, but standing outside of a massive building that looked like a dorm or school. Then angel rushed over to the dog and put his hands on it. “I’ve got you, my friend. You’re going to be fine, Braedan.”

    The dog took in a huge breath, shaking as if something was happening to him that I couldn’t see. Then he got to his feet and shook his head.

    “Castillo! We’re under attack,” Wormwood called out. Another person appeared out of nowhere and joined them.

    “Dad, I’m scared,” Ruthie whispered, shaking against me.

    “Me too, baby girl. Me too,” I cooed, rubbing her back as I tried to keep my own panic at bay. I glanced around, trying to figure out where we even were or which way to run.

    “Running won’t help,” the new man, I’m assumed Castillo, said to me. “We are not here to hurt you, Eugene Harris. Those men with the red eyes were coming to take your daughter to Hell. It’s complicated, and she’s not the only one, so I ask you be patient a bit while we figure out—”

    “I’m not a civilian,” I snapped, realizing he was talking to me the way I spoke to victims or witnesses when they got hysterical. “I want answers and now.”

    “Not as easy being on the other side of the coin, is it?” Castillo chuckled, walking towards us and patting Ruthie’s back. “Hello, little Ruthie. How have you been?”

    “Good, I guess. I’m scared, Castillo,” she answered, recognition on her face as she stared at the man. “Thank you for coming for me.”

    “You know this man? You’ve spoken to my daughter before?” I yelled, turning her away from him. “What have you done to her?”

    “Dad, it’s cool. Castillo’s an angel too,” she soothed as she kissed my cheek. “He checks up on me from time to time. He came the night Mom died.” Then she pulled back enough so she could see the angel. “Why didn’t you ever show me your wings? I would have liked that.”

    “I know, Ruthie, but I have bigger, brighter wings than Wormwood, and I didn’t want to hurt your eyes. I couldn’t risk it because you’re so special.”

    “I’m not special,” she sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes like the brave girl she was. “My mom sold my soul to the Devil. That’s a curse.”

    “What?” I gasped as I almost dropped her. I shot Castillo my best authoritative look like I did my squad when they disappointed me.

    “What have you been telling my daughter?”

    “The truth,” he sighed, giving me a sad smile. “Let’s get you both some breakfast while we tend to any other injured coming in. Then I promise we will talk.”

  • Time of Possession by Jami Davenport



    Time of Possession




    Crunch Time…Time of Possession

    Supposedly undersized for the NFL, Brett Gunnels went off to do a stint in the US Army right out of high school. Returning damaged yet stronger and more determined than ever to prove himself, he was picked last in the draft. Mr. Irrelevant, they called him. The last few years as a backup quarterback have given him no opportunity to compete for the starting job. That’s why he has a chip on his shoulder the size of Puget Sound.

    Estelle Harris is engaged to a man she doesn’t love, working a job she hates, and fooling everyone including herself in the process. Her love of animals is the only thing that gives her purpose—a love she shares the Lumberjacks’ reclusive quarterback. And then their mutual friendship turns a hot, dark, forbidden corner and there’s no going back.

    True love is like football. It’s not always how long you have the ball. It’s what you do when you get it.


    Time of Possession is Book 5 in Jami Davenport’s Seattle Lumberjacks Series.  I have come away from reading this book with a few lessons learned.  1.  Don’t settle because you think it is for the best.  Estie did this.  Settling for the finance she thought was best for her.  2.  Love at first sight is possible.  Brett sees Estie and that is it.  He falls hard and fast.  3.  Fight for what you want.  Estie always loved animals but let her OCD brain talk her out of it.  Brett would rather work for his money with a team worth playing with, not because it will be money to play for someone else.  4.  Life is ad libbed, not scripted.  If you don’t like the direction you are going in, you CAN change it.  5.  Love is worth it.  Don’t let anything come between you, when you find that person, hold on to them with everything you can.


    I enjoyed reading Time of Possession.  Brett is a lovable man of worth.  Estie was a little uptight who settled.  With Brett’s love, her life goes into a different direction.  4 Hearts!



    Chapter 1—Mr. Irrelevant

    Brett Gunnels had fostered an intimate relationship with his clipboard over the past several football seasons.

    After all, as the backup quarterback, he played his game on that clipboard, not out on the football field. Every Sunday during the season he stood on the sidelines making endless notes. One day he’d get his chance, a chance to prove that Mr. Irrelevant—the title bestowed on the last player picked each year in the NFL draft—was anything but.

    Today, like any game day, Brett roamed the sidelines, clipboard in hand. Every once in a while, he stopped, cupped his hands to his mouth, and called out warnings or advice to the Seattle Lumberjacks’ starting quarterback. Not that Tyler Harris heard him or would listen even if he did. Harris did his own thing, and to hell with anyone else, even his teammates and coaches.

    A couple penalties set the Jacks back to San Francisco’s forty yard line, and the offense was looking at third and twenty-five with fifteen seconds on the clock.

    Harris took the ball from center and stepped back, staying in the pocket with the coolness and finesse of the elite quarterback he was. A second later, the pocket collapsed around him and he scrambled, running for his life while looking for an open receiver. Every one of them was covered.

    Harris never saw the streak of pure muscle and brawn coming from his blindside. Brett cringed as the linebacker slammed into Harris with a vicious hit, falling on him in the process. Harris was known for his toughness, but from Brett’s point of view, knees didn’t bend like that.

    As the offense returned to the huddle, a couple of them looked toward Harris, as if expecting him to bounce to his feet. He always did. But not this time.
    Sprawled on his back, the two-time championship quarterback didn’t move. Not even an eyelash.

    A hush came over the crowd, eerie in its silence, while a cold wind of fear blew through the stadium. Harris’s cousin and the Jacks’ top wide receiver, Derek Ramsey, knelt beside the immobile quarterback, as the coaches and trainers hurried onto the field. The offensive line huddled nearby, pretending not to stare but doing so anyway, worry etched on the big guys’ beefy faces.

    Brett might not like Harris much—not many guys did—but his grudging respect for the guy’s talent and work ethic overrode any personal issues he might have. Besides, no one wanted to see a teammate laid out on the field like that, or anyone else for that matter.

    An icy shiver radiated up Brett’s spine as his brain transported him to another time where sand stretched as far as the eye could see, another body down and not moving. Nothing. Just like Harris was now.

    A cold sweat trickled down Brett’s forehead, and he dropped his clipboard and scrubbed his face with his hands, forcing those memories back into the compartment where he kept them tightly locked up.

    This wasn’t a war zone—well, not exactly—and his teammate was known for his dramatics. He was probably taking a two-minute siesta at the expense of everyone’s nerves. Any second, he’d hop to his feet and chastise them for being such pansy-asses.

    Only Harris didn’t move. Brett couldn’t stay on the sidelines and do nothing. He ran onto the field to join his teammates standing in concerned clusters. Harris’s chalky face looked like death. Brett swallowed back the fear and bolstered his courage. He’d be okay. He had to be. He was too mean and too tough to be seriously injured.

    After several tense minutes, Harris sat up and shook his head. The team breathed a collective sigh of relief. Groggily, he accepted assistance to his feet, only to have his knee buckle. He went down again, clutching his leg, pain carved into his usually stoic face as he rolled back and forth on the turf. A few seconds later, two linemen helped him onto a cart, and they zipped him off the field and down the tunnel.

    Only then did Brett realize the coach was yelling at him.

    “Gun, get your helmet on and get your ass out there on that field.”

    Standing on the fifty yard line, the guys in the huddle gawked at him, waiting for him to assume control. Frantic, he looked for his helmet but couldn’t find it. Zach Murphy, their All-Pro linebacker, shoved it in his hands. Strapping it on as he ran, Brett got to the huddle, only to find the mic in his helmet wasn’t working. After tapping on the helmet a few times, he took several deep breaths and squelched the growing panic inside him. He could do this. He would do this. He had to do this. The team was counting on him.

    Brett turned to the guys gathered around him, his gaze determined. He knew exactly what play to call in this situation, having rehearsed it over and over in his mind and on the practice field. He called for a quick out-pass to Derek, hoping to catch the defense expecting a run because of the quarterback change. He took the snap from center, pedaled backwards, and tossed an easy lob to Derek, who collided with a defensive end as they both went for the ball. The end batted the ball into the air, and a San Francisco linebacker in the right place at the right time scooped it up before it hit the ground and ran it back for a touchdown.

    Game over.

    At first his stunned teammates stared at the end zone as if they couldn’t believe their bad luck. Then one by one, guys patted him on the back amid murmurs of “good try,” “tough break,” and “we did the best we could.” Regardless, Brett blamed himself because that’s what a good quarterback did. A great one carried the whole team on his shoulders and found a way to win. Just not today.






    AUTHOR BIO:

    An advocate of happy endings, Jami Davenport writes sexy romantic comedy, sports hero romances, and equestrian fiction. Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her Green Beret-turned-plumber husband, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare.

    Jami works in IT for her day job and is a former high school business teacher and dressage rider. In her spare time, she maintains her small farm and socializes whenever the opportunity presents itself. An avid boater, Jami has spent countless hours in the San Juan Islands, a common setting in her books. In her opinion, it is the most beautiful place on earth.

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  • Being Sawyer Knight by Nicola Haken

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    As lead singer and guitarist of the internationally renowned Souls of the Knight, Sawyer Knight is living a life most men can only dream of. He’s surrounded by music, fame, wealth, women throwing themselves at his feet. He has everything…

    Yet he has nothing.

    Life as one of the world’s most sought after rock stars is tiring, oppressive and lonely. He spends every day being who the world wants him to be, who his manager tells him to be, who his mother expects him to be… all the while fighting against who he really is. Truth is, he’s used to it. He’s actually gotten pretty good at pretending… at living the lie.

    Until Jake Reed, his ex-best friend and the only person who’s ever made him ‘feel’, waltzes back into his life as the band’s new head of security. Jake wants Sawyer – always has, always will. Now, he just needs to get Sawyer to admit that he feels the same…

    “You will be mine, Sawyer Knight. The faster you try to run the quicker you’ll fall to your knees. Then, Sawyer… then you’ll be too weak to resist.”


    I never had a friend that moved away from me when I was younger.  But, if I had, I think I would feel lost for a long time.  Not in any way did Sawyer ever think that the last time he would see Jake, that Jake would kiss him. Sawyer lost his best friend and Jake left him dazed and confused.

    Years later, Sawyer and Jake meet again.  The way Ms. Haken wrote their reunion made me smile.  Sawyer is forced to face what he truly feels deep inside his heart.  Jake will not take no for an answer.  Jake said it best that they were not ready yet back then, but now, the time is right.

    I could feel Sawyer’s indecision.  Part of me wanted to smack some sense into him, and the other part wanted to hug him and tell him it would be ok.  Jake has always known who he wanted and his determination and patients is admirable.  

    This book was believable and kept me interested.  Love is love.  This book earned 4 Hearts.



    Nicola Haken


    I was born and raised in Rochdale, England and have lived there ever since. Being a true home bird I now reside on the same street I grew up on with my parents a few doors up and my sister and family a few doors down. I live with my husband, four children and rescue puppies, Pippa and Gio (named after Giovanni Vecchio from Elizabeth Hunter’s Elemental Mysteries series!)

    When I’m not locked away playing with my imaginary friends I can usually be found running around and picking up after the kids (and husband!) and being the all-round house slave. Oh… and if my kids ever ask I moonlight as the Pink Power Ranger.

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