Friday, 30 December 2016

The Grizzly's TaleThe Grizzly's Tale by Nara Malone

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Nara Malone’s The Grizzly’s Tale captured my imagination with its unique spin on shifter mythology. In this tale, Pantherians are beings with the dual nature of man and beast, who also happen to be the true ancestors of man and animals alike. Katya aka KatyDid plays in a virtual reality world called Quaterz. In Qualterz she can explore her every fantasy with bear shifter trio Grizz, Oso and Kodie. It’s the only way she can have fun because orgasm literary makes her disappear. Grizz, Oso and Kodie are determined to expose her jealously guarded real world identity and claim her for their own.
I loved how Nara Malone expressed Katya’s struggle with her real life and virtual life. It portrays how easy it is for fantasy to take the place of reality especially when the real world is full of complicated challenges. Seeing the character grow, overcome her fear and finally mesh her two lives together to make one whole was wonderful.

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Monday, 19 December 2016

The Blood Prince Official Trailer

Blood Prince March 18, 2017

He witnessed the world’s end once. Will he let it happen again?

A young woman out of options

The fate of the world rests in Zara Callahan’s hands. Resurrecting the first vampire is the easy part. Teaching him the power of love proves to be far more difficult, but that’s a risk she’s willing to take. With so many lives hanging in the balance, can Zara convince Zed to change his plans before the world as she knows it comes to an end?

A prince with a second chance                          

Handsome Zedekai is not of this world, but after meeting Zara, he may be willing to assimilate himself in order to prevent a centuries old vampire from destroying it. Centuries ago, the world came to a bitter end right before his eyes. Now, an ancient threat has emerged to destroy the new world.

No one has ever dared cross Lilith… no one until now.

Will Zara’s efforts stop the impending disaster before it’s too late?

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Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Son of a King by Grace Ashley

Son of a King

by Grace Ashley

Giveaway ends December 21, 2016.

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Sunday, 20 November 2016

The Beauty Of The New CovenantThe Beauty Of The New Covenant by Godswill Churchman

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Book Summary

The Beauty of the New Covenant is an interface of the Old and New Covenants. Godswill Churchman Chinedum looks at the weakness of the Old Covenant which was based on laws, ordinances, and animal sacrifices to atone for people’s sins which were not able to redeem humans from their sins.
This book shows that the era of Grace, which is the New Covenant is far better than the era of the law. In that what the blood of animals could not achieve to permanently eradicate the sins of the people, Christ did by going to the cross to die. As you read this book you will be abreast of the fact that:
• In the Old Covenant God dwelt in a temple made with hands, but in the New Covenant the Spirit of God lives inside of the believer.
• Aaron went behind the veil, but Christ tore the veil.
• Aaron offered his sacrifice once a year, but Christ offered His blood once and for all.
• Aaron offered animal blood, but Christ offered His own blood.
• Aaron offered his sacrifice for the Jews, but Christ offered His sacrifice for the world.
• Righteousness is not based on the law but on faith in Jesus Christ.

My review

"Many Christians today deny the Lord on a constant basis, especially when faced with challenges,
life threatening situations and afflictions. Trial and temptation is part of Christian faith because every faith must be tried and proven."
After years in the education system as a student, Sundays at church and Sunday school one would believe they have a good handle on what the bible teaches. This book is a pleasant surprise in that it takes a unique view to what the new testament means in today's world. A must read for those interested in the contrast between the new and old covenant.

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Saturday, 5 November 2016

Atlantis Rising (Warriors of Poseidon, #1)Atlantis Rising by Alyssa Day

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Book Summary

Eleven thousand years ago, before the seas swallowed the Atlanteans, Poseidon assigned a few chosen warriors to act as sentinels for humans in the new world. There was only one rule-desiring them was forbidden. But rules were made to be broken...

When she calls...
Riley Dawson is more than a dedicated Virginia Beach social worker. She's blessed with a mind link that only Atlanteans have been able to access for thousands of years. Being an "empath" may explain her wistful connection to the roiling waves of the ocean, the sanctuary it provides, and the sexual urges that seem to emanate from fathoms below...

He will come.
Conlan, the High Prince of Atlantis, has surfaced on a mission to retrieve Poseidon's stolen trident. Yet something else has possessed Conlan: the intimate emotions-and desires-of a human. Irresistibly drawn to the uncanny beauty, Conlan soon shares more than his mind. But in the midst of a battle to reclaim Poseidon's power, how long can a forbidden love last between two different souls from two different worlds?

My review

The story revolves around Conlan, the high priest of Atlantis and Riley Dawson. Conlan has been held prisoner by an evil vampiress who enjoys torturing people. Vampire's are hell bent on ruling mankind and the Atlanteans fight to keep them at bay. When Conlan is released from bondage he is soon set on a course to recover the trident which has been stolen by a power hungry warrior.
Definately a must read. After stories on vampires,werewolves and the other predictable heroes that go bump in the night Atlantis Rising is a refreshing change. The story line is great though in some instances it reminded me of Christine Feehan's Dark books. Will be looking forward to reading the next book in this series. I hope it will be the priest getting married this time.

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Monday, 31 October 2016


SA HorrorFest Strikes 12
My contribution to this years Bloody Parchment 2016 Anthology 

Waking the Dead

“Tell me again why I agreed to this harebrained scheme?” Sarah Carrick took a deep breath and tightened her hold on her best friend’s hand.
“You want to speak to Scott don’t you?” Steph asks. At Sarah’s nod she continues. “This is the only way.  Mona assured me this woman’s mojo is strong.”
“And we trust Mona?” she murmurs eyeing the decrepit building in front of them.
To describe the structure in front of them as a house would be too charitable. The four wooden walls of what must have been a rectangular Wendy house are collapsing inwards into a weird polygon shape. The path leading to the place is made of cracked tar. Around them the streets are empty but she can see one or two curtains twitching into place whenever her eyes flicker past.  If she wasn’t so desperate to talk to Scott she would back in the car and get out of there.
“Uh-ha,” Steph mumbles back tapping in a quick message on her smartphone.
Looking around at their less than stellar surroundings Sarah wonders how Stephanie could be at ease. This was the type of neighbourhood where you kept your purse out of sight, pepper spray on the ready.
“Are you sure it’s safe to leave the car out here?”  Sarah whispered.
“Sarah would you relax already!” Steph replies in obvious vexation. “Do you really believe I would lead you into a potentially dangerous situation? Mona and her friends always come here and nothing bad has ever happened to them. According to Mona the lady has a reputation around here. No one would dare to steal on her doorstep.”
Shoving the phone into her coat pocket she starts pulling Sarah along.  “Come on.”
Sarah allows herself to be dragged towards the broken wooden door.  Steph knocks on the door and it is opened by an old black woman.
“Hi I’m Stephanie and this is my friend Sarah,” Steph says brightly thrusting her hand into the woman’s hand.  
The woman smiles widely opening the door wider for them to enter. “My name is Tandi. I’ve been expecting you. Come on in.”
Steph moves inside and Tandi turns towards Sarah to shake her hand. Sarah takes her warm hand and smiles politely.
“Hello,” she mummers as she passes through the door. Tandi glances outside briefly before closing the door behind them.
“Please take a seat ladies,” Tandi said indicating the two-seater sofa. “What I can do for you.”
Sarah is pleasantly surprised to find a warmly decorated room. The floor is covered with a large red carpet and on the walls are framed family photographs. Somehow Tandi has managed to make the place look comfortable. The furniture is old but sturdy-looking. Sarah is convinced that the table between the two-seater and Tandi’s chair is an antique if her eyes aren’t deceiving her.
Sarah sits next to Steph on the surprisingly comfortable sofa. She studies Tandi while pretending to look at her home. In her yellow polloneck jersey and brown wraparound skirt Tandi is not what Sarah expected at all.  She knew it was stereotyping but she’d had been expecting those feathery headdress and other fetishes—not all this crazy normal.
“What can I do for you?” Tandi asks again, her dark eyes alight with amusement. Sarah wonders if she can divine what she was thinking. That would be mortifying.
“I want to talk to my fiancĂ© Scott. He’s been gone for two months now...” Sarah’s voice tappers off at the end. She wipes away the stray tears from her eyes. Just talking about him brings fresh grief. He was the love of her life and he’d died so young. They’d had so many plans but none of that would happen because he was gone.
“It’s okay sweetie,” Steph’s arm goes around Sarah’s shoulders and she draws comfort from the caring embrace.
“Is it possible...Can I speak to him?” she asks Tandi.
“I’ll do my best,” Tandi replied. “But you have to understand the rules. The spirits of the dead are unpredictable.”  As she spoke Tandi took out a small wooden bowl with strange carvings on the side.  From a side drawer she produces a tiny bunch of herbs tied in the middle.
“Contacting the spirits of the dead is dangerous work, for you and for me. That’s why you have to follow the rules to the letter. No matter what happens you do what I ask you to do. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Tandi’s serious expression is a bit scary but Sarah was undaunted she would do anything to see Scott again.
“Alright then we can get started,” she said at last. “Did you bring anything of his?”
Steph takes out the watch Sarah had bought for Scott last Christmas. Tandi takes it and places it in the bowl. Then she takes a sharp quill and reaches for Sarah’s hand. Sarah gasps at the sharp pain when Tandi pokes her. Holding her hand over the bowl she lets Sarah’s blood drip over the gold watch. Sarah counts six drops, enough to cover the glass face of the watch. She pops her finger into her mouth watching Tandi work.
Tandi picks up the herbs and lights them with a match. The fragrant scent of burning herbs fills the house as Tandi begins to chant in her native tongue. Sarah is captivated by the cadence of the low rhythmic words and her eyes are drawn to the little bowl in the middle of the table where her blood was being absorbed into the watch’s golden metal.
As Tandi chanted waving the little bunch of herbs in swirling circles she notices that the smoke from the herbs is collecting into a solid mass. It keeps pilling up next to the table into a tall column of grey smoke. Sarah stares open mouthed as the smoke takes shape and distinct features emerge.  She can’t help but gasp when Scott smiles down at her from his great height.
“What is it? Do you see something?” Steph asks excitedly.
Sarah doesn’t answer as she rises shakily to her feet barely noticing Steph looking around obviously not seeing anything. “Scott?”
“Sarah I’ve missed you so much.”
Scott’s voice brings fresh tears to her eyes. She really missed hearing that deep voice. “OMG it’s really you!”
“It’s me baby.”
“Oh Scott I miss you so much,” Sarah’s hand trembles up. “I hope you don’t mind but I was desperate to see you.”
“Don’t touch him!” Tandi’s urgent voice gets through to her just in time and she lowers her hand to her side.
“I always knew you loved me,” Scott smiles sadly. “But it’s time to let me go.”
Tears start streaming down her cheeks, “How am I supposed to live without you? Losing you was so hard.”
“I know baby. I didn’t want to go but my time was up,” he said looking behind him. “At least we get to say goodbye this time.”
His joke makes tears stream down her face harder. She’d just got him back now he was being taken away from her again. Double the loss. Double the pain.
“What happens if I touch him?” Sarah asks keeping her eyes on Scott’s flickering image. Already the white light surrounding Scott is fading. They have very little time left.
“You would die,” she replied in a solemn voice.
“Sarah, what are you doing?” Steph is on her feet too trying to hold her back.
“I meant what I said,” she murmurs back. “I can’t live without him. My life is not worth living anymore.”
“That’s not true! You have family that loves you” Steph’s voice breaks at the end but Sarah’s mind is made up.
“I know,” Sarah smiles and touches the column of smoke. “I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”  
Everyone cries out but it’s too late her fingers have touched the dead.  A cold icy pain races up her arm and envelopes her entire body. Yes, she thinks, I am about to die. She is vaguely aware of Tandi and Steph kneeling next to her.
“I love you Stephanie Richards,” she forces out of her lips.
“Do something!” Steph grips Tandi by the arm shaking her in her desperation.
“It’s okay Steph. This is my choice—” Her words end in a long shuddering gasp. The cold has spread to her heart and she can feel it falter.
“There is nothing I can do for her.”
Sarah would have smiled if she could. She wasn’t afraid. In a few moments she would be with Scott again. The pain is receding and she feels like she’s floating on a cotton cloud. This must be how death feels like, she thinks.
“What’s happening to her?” Steph asks Tandi. Her friend is lying on the floor eyes wide open, a silly smile on her face but she’s still breathing.
“The dead cannot return to the living but the living can join the dead,” Tandi replies. “Her body is dead but her spirit will be trapped within it until her time comes.”
“No!!!” Sarah screams but no one can hear her. She no longer has a voice.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Burning Woman part 16

The morning after our disastrous dinner I was treated to Morris’ silent treatment. My tentative attempts to start conversation where met with infuriating one word answers. Teenagers argh!
I was a little late for work and the sister in charge gave me a warning. Way to start the morning. Hurrah!
As I do my rounds my day starts getting better. I love the hospital routine which keeps me occupied until the lunch hour. I clock out on the time sheet and head for the cafeteria where my colleagues are already monopolizing the huge central table.
“Hey Rudo come sit with us,” Trevor says in his deep booming voice.
“I’ll be there just now,” I smile as I join the queue. There are only three other people in front of me so it doesn’t take long for me to get served.
“Hi Bianca!” I great the buxom head cook.
“Hi Rudo,” she replies. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing great, and you?” I study the menu as she finishes dishing for the last person on the queue.
“Same old, same old,” she says wiping her hands on her pristine white apron. “What can I get you today?”
“I’ll have rice and beef stew please.” One of the best things about my job is that the hospital provides its employees with one full meal per shift. This feature has gone a long way to helping me save money and maintain a healthy budget.
Once I have my tray I thank Bianca and move towards Trevor’s table.
“Hey guys how’s it going?” I say taking my place next to Samantha Hove one of the nurses from the casualty ward. I get a few hand waves but otherwise they are too busy sharing the latest gossip to mind me.
“I told you there was something fishy going on with those two!”
“I’m telling you they did it in the storeroom!” Trevor says from across the table. Trevor has forever abolished the ‘men don’t gossip’ myth from my mind. He’s a tall reed thin man in his mid-forties. He’s a security guard in the casualty ward so I see him a lot while doing my rounds. He’s one of the friendliest people around but he’s also a chronic gossip.
“Who did what in the storeroom?” I ask Samantha quietly, totally feeling out of the loop.
“Dr Changa and that new nurse aid Tsakane,”
“You’re kidding!” Samantha laughs at my shocked gasp.
“I kid you not,” Trevor says cutting off Samantha. “I’ve seen them go into that room too many times.”
“But he’s married!”
“So?” Tendai says rolling her eyes at me. “Married men cheat all the time.”
I have to agree to that one. I was the living talking example of cheating husbands. I had a members t-shirt.
“I bet she’s boinking her way to a promotion,” Sam speculates. I have to agree with him. Dr Changa is the head of the casualty department. He could make or break a young nurse’s career.
“Well she’s definitely working hard at it!” Trevor says, making everyone laugh. “She’s in the storeroom at least three times a day.”
“It’s so unfair,” Sam grumbles. Sam is the only male nurse in casualty and if it takes a couple of booty calls to get a promotion then he was definitely in trouble.
“It is what it is,” Trevor says. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Don’t look so sad Sam. Dr Changa always goes after the newbies. He’s always making promises he doesn’t keep,” Cynthia an older nurse says. She’s been working at the hospital far longer than anyone else.
I check the time on my wrist watch and see that I’ve five minutes left. I say my goodbyes and head out of the cafeteria. I don’t want to push my luck by being late twice.

Monday, 24 October 2016

The Wolf and the DoveThe Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Book Summary

The Wolf

Noble Aislinn grieves as the Iron Wolf and his minions storm through her beloved Darkenwald. And she burns with malice for the handsome Norman savage who would enslave her. . .even as she aches to know the rapture of the conqueror′s kiss

The Dove

For the first time ever, mighty Wulfgar has been vanquished--and by a bold and beautiful princess of Saxon blood. He must have the chaste, sensuous enchantress who is sworn to his destruction. And he will risk life itself to nurture with tender passion a glorious union born in the blistering heat of hatred and war.

My review

This book was one of my first not to mention favourite medieval romances. Set in England when the Saxons where conquered by the Normans, The Wolf and The Dove is an excellent bodice ripper. The story starts with the defeat of the heroin's father at the hands of the honorless knight and his deplorable sidekick. Aislinn of Darkenwald watches her father and other serfs murdered outside her home.

To make matters worse she is claimed as the spoils of war by her fathers murderer and forced into his bed that very night. Aislinn and her elderly mother conspire to escape but are stopped by Wulfgar, the Iron Wolf of Normandy, newly arrived to rule Darkenwald, and one look at Aislinn leads him to claim her as his own. She hates the Norman conquering forces, but Wulfgar awakens a consuming passion in her that she can't deny. As she struggles with her growing love for Wulfgar, she does what she can to aid her conquered people and her bereaved mother.

But the jealous murderer conspires with Wulfgar's half-sister Gwen to do away with Aislinn and Wulfgar. When Aislinn is kidnapped Wulfgar can finally admit that the woman he conquered has in truth, conquered his heart.

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