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Journey for the Souls (Soul Eaters 2) By R. L. Ankney

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The world is a tomb.

Death, destruction, and chaos are at their doorstep threatening everything they hold dear.

Soul Eaters.

A name designed to strike fear into even the bravest.

Vicki Anderson is no stranger to fear and heartache. Having survived a hellish ordeal in her own hometown, she is forced to now travel into the deep south to find and fight an evil sorceress that is hell-bent on taking every soul in the world as payment for ultimate power.
She soon realizes that though the world is filled with the strange zombie-like creatures set on devouring them, it’s really the betrayal of those closest that will either make or break her.

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The Portal: Chapter 1

I walked this path once more… As I had done a million times before at this time of day. The timing was exact, the weather was exact, the day was exact. Everything had aligned absolutely perfectly and I knew that because I had made sure of it before I had even left my studio apartment that morning.
Every detail was crucial to my cause.
I had tried everything else over the last 10 years… this… this was my last hope.
Pulling my brown fleece jacket closer around myself, I desperately tried to ignore the coldness that was seeping into my bones despite the thick coat I had on. I wasn’t going to let anything keep me from doing this today even if it meant the shivering and the teeth clattering painfully.
The well-worn cobblestone walkway twisted and wound around the green grass that highlighted the red and yellow leaves that were hanging from every tree and bush that lined each side. Autumn had come in a vibrate flash of rainy days and colors. Normally I would be in heaven walking along such a picturesque path. But, my mind was elsewhere.
I strained my eyes to see past the bright foliage to the dirt path I knew would take me to the archway. Okay, so it wasn’t actually much of an archway. It was more of an opening between two trees, but that’s what the people used to refer to it as The Great Oak Archway. It was always spoken of by the older people in reverent whispers. Ones that I never paid attention to growing up. Who honestly listens to old wives tales?
At least that’s how I thought of it until my brother went missing.
10 years ago to the day, my brother went for his morning jog around the park and never came back. Nothing was ever found of him. No clothing, no shoes, nobody. Nothing. The only clue the police had to go on was the fact his footprints had been found on the dirt trail… until they disappeared in the archway. They suspected foul play, but no one had seen him much less left any other clue.
That day had been the day I began listening to these far-fetched tales.
My parents had been devastated and had easily, at least in my eyes, given up hope. Me, on the other hand, I delve into the history of the place, the lore and I came up with an idea. My brother had found the portal that the Old Ones had whispered about.
Every day for a year I tried coming out to this very spot and walking through the opening and every day for a year nothing. I spent the next year researching different rituals, spells, incantations, legends, anything that would give me a hint as to how to open the stupid thing.
Nothing worked.
The next year my parents found out what I was doing and flipped out forcing me to stop until after I had graduated and went off to college. Much to their dismay instead of studying a “decent career path” as they liked to call it. I delved further into the occult, supernatural, paranormal, heck I even took several courses on aliens and ufo’s just to cover all my bases.
When I graduated with honors and a Master’s degree in paranormal research my parents reluctantly showed up at the ceremony only to a congratulated with their sad, disappointed looks on their faces.
But, I didn’t care. I was going to find my brother no matter what happened.
My first order of business was to delve into the history of the place. All the way back to as far as the Native American tribe that used to roam these lands. Much to my surprise, the archway had in fact been a part of their stories as well. They spoke of it as a place where their ancestors first came to this planet.
Not country… this planet.
That’s one of the things that had intrigued me so much about their fables. That’s why I KNEW I had to be on the right path.
It became even more clear when I stumbled upon a very old news article about several disappearances that had been happening over the years at this exact spot.
In the last fifty years at least 5 people, including my own brother, have disappeared. Before that, the superstition and folklore about the area had stopped many from going there after their own spattering disappearance around the time the valley was first settled. If there was any missing from the Native American’s they either didn’t blame the archway or they celebrated them.
However… this was enough to go on. I looked deep into the disappearances and found so many amazing similarities’ that I was able to recreate the circumstances that I knew this had to work.
It just had to.
I had everything perfect, everything exactly right, everything, down to the number of grasshoppers there were in the woods that year. Everything was exactly the same.
As I walked up to the archway the wind picked up slightly, the more ferociously as I grew closer. I was not dumb enough to not see that this was a sign that I was on the right path. But, instead of feeling as if this was an opening, I felt as if I was being warned off.
I continued forward not allowing anything to stop me when I was so close to going through it. Out of nowhere, a thick cloud of fog grew and streamed over the ground until I could hardly see my hand in front of my face.
“I know what you are,” I said to the fog. “I know what you are hiding and you cannot stop me.”
I walked forward to keeping my eyes on the ground trying to ignore the growing feeling of needing to leave. There was a voice on the wind screaming at me to get out of there now before it was too late. Viciously, I put a cap on the feeling and still moved forward. I had come this far and I was not about to let anything else stand in my way. Despite my conviction, my steps slowed just a bit, but I tried to tell myself it had more to do with the fact that it was difficult to see and not that I was fearful.
I thought the fog was going to go on forever, I was never going to be able to find my way out of it. I was going to be lost in the fog until the end of time, I just knew it. Was this where my brother was? Where he had been for 10 years?
I wrapped my arms around myself to try and press back the horrors and sadness of walking through the area so alone.
Shadows began to materialize in the fog. They were blurry at first, mere wisps, unformed and fleeting. Then they grew, shaped and darkened until I could almost see them clearly.
They were people.
People moving just beyond the curtain. Massive people, somewhere between six and seven feet tall with a width almost twice the size of a normal average person. They looked like dark gods, swaying and shifting blocking out the light.
And they only seemed to grow as I moved closer. Or rather as they moved closer to me, I realized when I tried to step back and found that I couldn’t move. I didn’t even know when I had stopped, only that I had and I couldn’t step away from them or even forward towards them.
Panicking, I tried desperately to step back as the fear began to outweigh the hope of finding my brother in this insanity. The fog was not going to let me. It closed in on me, closer and closer until a hand burst through the cloud and gripped my shirt yanking me through the barrier.
The hand was huge and fit the owner of the shadow well. I grabbed at it and found the skin coarse almost as if it was reptilian. I felt the sharp nails tearing into my sweater so easily I couldn’t help but think of what they could do to my skin. I opened my mouth to scream but it was stolen from me before even the high squeak came out. The air seemed oddly thin and I couldn’t actually get a deep enough breath for more than a small sound. I tried to dig my nails into the hand, hoping it would let me go, but it was useless.
In the space of a heartbeat, the world went from dense, dark fog to a bright and brilliant, almost blinding. The shadow quickly moved to block out the sun as it looked down at me. I was right about the thing being a giant as he stood about a good two feet taller than me. Or maybe that’s how he seemed as he held me off the ground, of course, I was just assuming he was male. I thought to myself. For all, I knew this person could be a giant… ugly… female! Who was I to judge? I was hysterical, I realize. The shock of going through the portal and lack of oxygen to my brain had sent me off the deep end and I just knew it.
As my vision began to clear the first thing in my eyesight was the large face. The skin was dark and tanned like a piece of animal hide left out to dry with just a tinge of green around the edges as if he was glowing. Dirt was streaked randomly across the forehead and cheekbones. And if that wasn’t enough to prove this guy needed a bath, the smell of body order and god only knows what else, sure was.
Over one eye there was paint, 3 lines accented his eye and eyebrow: one blue, one red, and one black.
The same configuration swept across the top of his cheek on the opposite side.
His eyes were bright yellow and narrowed into an odd squint. But, I could still see the pupils enough to knew immediately that it was not the normal pupil of a normal human as if I needed anything else to show that this was not a normal human. They were elongated narrow slits like a cat with little white flecks dotting the depths of the black areas.
His dark hair was twisted and knotted into strange rows that framed his face. It was dirty and scruffy but what bothered me the most was the dried red stains that matched the color on his shirt.
He hissed something at me that I assume was some sort of language. I just shook my head, my fear choking me and making it almost impossible for me to speak. He jerked me closer until his sharply pointed nose was touching mine and hissed once more.
“I-I don’t understand,” I forced out through my raw throat.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth his whole demeanor changed. His eyes widened in surprise and he pulled away a bit before jerking me close once again and sniffing me from the top of my head to the area around my collar. He started to go lower, but indignation and a sense of self-preservation made me slap him on the top of his head.
“Hey! Don’t do that!” I snapped.
He jerked back again, his face showing a surprise that was mirrored in my own at my strike. He set me down gently and backed away slowly as if he was afraid I’d hit him again.
I turned around to find the portal again only to watch it slowly collapse on itself trapping me in this place with this monstrous man. The clearing that the portal had dumped me in was surrounded by trees that were a multitude of greens, reds, and browns. I think there was even a streak of blue in a few of them. But it was the giant rocks that intertwined with the trees that intrigued me the most. They seemed to have been placed there like guardians of the opening and, as I scanned the area again, I found two oak trees that resembled the ones that I walked through in my world.
My world… my home… my family…
“Oh god, I have no way of getting out of here again,” I said out loud the severity of the situation crashing down on me.
I fell to my knees as I stared at the now empty space realizing my mistake after all these years. I had thoroughly planned my trip to this place, but I had failed to figure out how to get home; how I would get my brother and me home.
The reminder of my brother gave me something real to focus on as my mind spun around the horrible truth of my predicament. I turned back to find the man grabbing a pack off the ground outside the circle of trees and rocks. He still had the look of concern on his face, but he was no longer seeming like he needed to grab me again, which I took as a sign of hope. He lifted his hand to me with his palm out as if he was trying to show me that he was not going to hurt me. He hissed something again, but again I didn’t understand it. However, this tone sounded a bit more soothing than the other. If a hiss could sound soothing…
He waved me over to him and pointed to a path off to the side of the clearing.
“What?” I asked him. “You want me to follow you?”
He hissed again, this time it seemed more urgent. He made the gesture again for me to come closer. Still unsure if I could trust him, I stood there looking between him and the path several times as I tried to get a read on the situation.
I guess I really didn’t have much to lose, I thought almost hopelessly. I was stuck in this place and I could only hope that the portal had brought me to the same place my brother was. After all… I didn’t really know much about the… doorway, I guess it was. For all, I knew it could have simply dropped me off to a parallel dimension and there was an infinite amount of those. The chance I had been dropped in the place I needed to e was astronomical.
Even though I wanted nothing more than to sit in this clearing and watch the two trees like a hawk to see if the opening would come back. I knew that was a ridiculous and wasted endeavor. It took years for the conditions to be perfect this time. I wouldn’t survive that long on my own and I wasn’t about to fool myself into thinking otherwise
I sighed, forcing myself to stand up and trudged up to the behemoth. “Alright, I’ll follow you,” I reluctantly agreed.
Even without actually comprehending what I had said, he seemed to understand my meaning anyway.
He quickly led the way down a well-worn path with occasionally looking back as if he was worried I would stop following him. Or, maybe that I would disappear, which given the way I had arrived was much more likely.
The walk gave me time to look around and take in the surroundings without freaking out too much. As I had briefly noted before, the leaves looked almost normal, except their coloring; the few green leaves were a shade or two duller than those I was used to. The reds and browns, however, were extremely vibrant and eye-catching.
I grabbed the nearest brown leaf and pulled it off the branch. I expected to find it either dead or dying, but as far as I could tell it was as alive as any green leaf. The veins that scattered through the brown leaf was what caught my attention the most. It seemed to be shaded or tinged orange in color
“Fascinating,” I said staring at it from all angles as if the color would go back to normal if I just tilted my head.
My eyes caught the grass under my feet and my mind immediately melted a bit. The grass was turquoise.
Not green, not blue, but a light blend of both.
I bent down and grabbed a few blades of it to look at closer, but even that didn’t change the coloring of the grass. I pulled it apart and watched it excrete juices that were far milkier than any that I’d ever seen.
The giant in front of me hiss in a tone that was obviously agitation and I looked up to see him standing at the edge of the tree line looking at me expectantly.
“Sorry, sorry… I was just looking at the leaves and grass and… this is all so familiar, but not. It’s crazy!” I said to him knowing it was useless.
He hissed again and pointed towards the opened.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming,” I said.
I hurried towards him and step through the opening to the top of a tall hillside. And my jaw hit the ground. The woods might have intrigued me, but this view took my breath away.
There was a natural path that followed the hill down to a walkway that spanned the large open plain. And led the way up to a fortress surrounding what could only be perceived as a large castle.
It was mind-blowing.
The middle structure which looked very castle-like in my eyes was immense and swirled in on each wall until it tapered out to a narrow peak that was nothing but windows. It reminded me of a lighthouse and I could almost see the light the shone from the top on the darkest of nights. The castle looked like someone had built it around a spiraling staircase and kept the circular motioning. It was absolutely, amazingly, beautiful.
The white exterior was a sharp contrast to the bluish green sea of grass that covered the planes for as far as the eyes could see making the fortress look like it was rising out of the ocean instead of on dry land.
I hadn’t realized that I had stopped to stare until I heard a hiss from a bit farther down the hill and turned to find my escort had already made it some distance ahead. Hurrying down towards him, my shoes that had seemed quite sensible for walking through the park were suddenly practically useless on the hillside. I slipped several times until my hands held a good amount of scratches and my backside was hurting from all the random rocks it had hit.
My escort didn’t seem to mind that it took me a while to get to the bottom. He simply stood at the beginning of the path through the plains and waited patiently for me.
“Good gods, you guys seriously must be part goat or something in order to make it up and down those flipping mountains!” I groaned at him.
His answer, of course, was just a hiss and a wave as he began walking towards the village. I trudged behind him running my hands through the grass on either side of the path. They were soft as fur and tickled my fingers and I walked. I reached down and plucked a piece of it shocked at the sweet smell that drifted up from it.
This place was amazing, I thought as I played with the blade. I didn’t know if my shock was wearing off or maybe I had buried it deep within my mind. Either way, the lack of it allowed me the chance to see the beauty of this place and awe at it’s every difference from my own.
Loud echoing trumpets jarred me to quickly from my deep thoughts I jumped three feet in the air and screamed so loudly it wouldn’t have been shocking if I was louder than the instruments. My escort looked back at me and I could have sworn I saw him roll his eyes at me. Though that would have been such a human thing for him to do. He waved his hands impatiently at me indicating I must hurry.
I looked up at the village to find two large doors, blended in so well with the walls around the village that if they hadn’t been opening up, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart. Suddenly there was a roar so loud that the ground seemed to shake. I wasn’t sure if I should go any further, but instead of being fearful, my escort responded with a roar of his own. Quieter, but no less powerful.
He marched us through those gates and before I could say or do anything I was surrounded immediately. Women, children, men… they encircled me so fast I shrunk back away from the gathering crowd. They were all similar in skin tone, the normal peach colored skin with the odd slight green hue. Their eyes were the same odd shape as my escorts and the markings over their eyes and across their cheekbones.
That is where the similarities stopped.
After that, every single person was different. Different hairstyles, different clothing choices, different features.
Overwhelmed, I tried to run, but every turn I took was cut off by a group of these people hissing at me. I fell to my knees and hid my face in fear, knowing, just knowing these people were going to kill me.
“ENOUGH!” shouted a loud voice over the crowd.
All at once the hissing stopped and I sensed rather than saw the people back away from me. I peeked out from behind my fingers and saw that a path had opened up off to my side. A set of knee-high brown boots came into view moments before a hand reached down for my own. Cautiously, I allowed my hands to drop as I looked up at the owner of the helping hand and I could not believe my eyes when I did.
“Michael,” I whispered in disbelief.
The man’s familiar brown eyes clouded with confusion for a moment then cleared.
“Yes… how do you know my name?” he asked in shock.
“Michael… it’s me… it’s your sister… it’s Miranda,” I whispered my voice clouding with emotion.

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Review: Carnal Secrets (Phoenix Pack #3) by Suzanne Wright


Half-shifter Shaya Critchley may hold a submissive role in her pack, but she’s done taking orders. After her Alpha wolf mate refused to claim her—but committed to interfering in her life—she took off. Now she hides from him, posing as a human in a town full of anti-shifter extremist groups. She thinks he’ll never find her again, and that suits her just fine. But she’s wrong.

Nick Axton can barely control his feelings for Shaya, but he could never claim her—not if he truly cares for her. The degenerative brain condition he keeps secret would ultimately leave her with a burden rather than a mate. But when Shaya runs away, Nick can’t bear the thought of never seeing her again. After tracking her down, he discovers Shaya’s feisty and passionate side in the process…a side he’d never seen before.

Under the menacing gazes of territorial local packs and violent human extremists, Nick vows to finally claim the spirited Shaya…and despite her initial resistance, Shaya just might find his fiery determination to be the ultimate aphrodisiac.


This book has got to be one of the better shifter stories I’ve read in a while. I’m a big paranormal romance buff so ANYTHING that has wolves and vampires in it I’m down for reading! Extra bonus if they bring in other types of supernatural creatures. However, this story (though it does hint at other creatures) is for the wolves alone. The tension between the main characters as they dance around the bonding and bring in the added tension of a major clash between humans and shifters, all of this leads to a very climatic ending that was bittersweet to get to. 

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You Are Ours (Bound To Me #2) By Leann Lane




How does one woman please two men? That’s a question Lizzie’s is forced to answer when her Master suddenly springs a second Dom on her. Unable to handle the situation Lizzie flees to a quiet cabin in the woods where she thinks she is safe to come to terms with everything. Until her Master’s follow her there and force her to comfort the terrible secrets that she’s been harboring from them.

Unfortunately, they have a few problems of their own that like to show up at the wrong times. Can the three of them ever get past the troubles they must face so they can be together? Or is the danger of the past too much for them to handle especially when its Lizzie’s own life on the line.

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Erotic Novel- No Free Rides (Chapter 1- A work in progress)

Chapter one

My fingers felt as if they were going to fall off at any moment. I kept blowing and blowing on them hoping to warm up, but my efforts were to no avail. Of course, it didn’t help that I was constantly being pounded by an onslaught of wind and rain. Or maybe if my boyfriend, no scratch that ex-boyfriend hadn’t left me on the side of the road in the middle of freaking nowhere I would not be freezing my ass off in the first place.

“Bastard,” I muttered and savagely kicked a pebble off the road into the dirt.

Sadly, venting my frustration on a poor innocent pebble didn’t seem fair, however if I had ex-doofus face here I would be beating the snot out of him instead of the rocks.

I had been walking this damn road for what seemed like hours now and my once cute flowing short skirt was now plastered to my thighs. The tiny little tank top I had was no match for a lite drizzle much less the pouring rain I was stuck in. I might as well have gone topless for all the protection it was giving me. Hours again I had given up trying to walk in my heels and now was trudging along barefoot. Having to pick and choose where to put my bruised and cut feet was slowing me down even more. The wind lashing at my bared skin had left it red and raw making even the lightest touch burn like a thousand hot pokers on them.

Tonight, there was hardly a single car on this backroad between the two towns. Even the few cars I had seen before the sun went down had refused to stop for me when I had lamely attempted to hitchhike. My only guess was that I looked like a disaster and no one would want to stop for a crazy lady. Not to mention my practically see-through outfit probably made me look like a lost hooker.

“A cheap lost hooker,” I mumbled irritated.

A particularly sharp rock jumped up and attacked my foot viciously. With a cry that embodied every frustrated, irritated painful emotion that was coursing through me now, I bent down to grab my foot just in time for another car to race by. Not only did they not stop, they rolled down their window and yelled disgusting names and suggestions at me.

Anger had me opening my mouth before I even thought of what I was going to say. “Fine! Don’t stop! But you’ve missed out on the best head in your life!”

It was a lie, I knew it the moment I had said it. But, I no longer cared, I just wanted to get out of this miserable weather and rest for a little while.

Knowing those idiots were not going to come back, I trudged along the road again continuing to mutter and vent every filthy curse I could think of towards the male population; making damn sure not to leave a single one out.

I hadn’t gotten far in my walk and in my venting when another car zipped by, but this time I ignored the low rumble of the engine and concentrated on my footing as well as my anger hoping it would warm me from the inside out. It took a moment, but the realization that the engine noise hadn’t disappeared slowly sunk into my numb brain. Looking up through my rain soaked hair I caught sight of car lights dimly in the distance relief swamped me, but I approached the vehicle cautiously fully expecting the person to drive off like this was some kind of cruel prank. The bright red taillights shone brightly in the dark night like a beacon guiding her towards it; or maybe a warning. My stomach churned hard as I got closer and closer to the one back up light that was blinking at me almost malevolently. Something was screaming at me to run in the opposite direction. I shook off the fear telling myself to not be so ridiculous as I rushed to the passenger side before I could change my mind.

The first clear glimpse I had gotten the car floored me. It was a slick, shiny Mercedes that just screamed at the top of its metallic lungs ‘I have money’. The window slid silently down as I stopped in front of it revealing a shadow-filled interior. The only light that penetrated the darkness was from the dashboard and it only gave enough to see the outline of the figure in the driver’s seat.

Despite being cloaked in shadows; this person would never be mistaken for a woman. Everything about him screamed ‘I am man’. His strong jawline made him look no older than mid to late thirties. There was a black aura about him and I could feel the shiver trying to crawl its way down my spine. His head slowly turned and the dim blue lights touched his face, but did nothing to dispel the air of mystery around him. When his turned to me they reflected the light like an animal’s eyes would, but it was gone too fast for me to tell if it was a fluke or real. Trapped under his gaze I was unable to move, breathe or even speak. I just stood there looking like an idiot staring at the man in front of me still hidden deep in the darkness.

An eternity seemed to pass as we stood in silence, not even the pouring rain or blasting wind penetrated the bubble they were suddenly in. I was no longer freezing and the wind didn’t slam into me anymore. My body was flushed and tight, ready for something I couldn’t explain.

A jerk with the loudest horn ever, peeled by bursting the bubble and left me feeling breathless. All at once every sound rushed back to me and reality reared its ugly head.

Get a hold of yourself, Chloe. I chided mentally. I whipped my rain drenched hair over my shoulder and straighten my back.

“Can I help you?” I asked haughtily then winced.

This man had been the first one all nigh to pulled over and you treat him as if he’s an unwanted criminal. Thankfully, instead of getting mad, he just chuckled a deep rumbling chuckle that sent a tingle down my back that had nothing to do with the cold. It was hands down the sexiest laugh I’d ever heard and I would kill to hear him do that again.

“I think I should be asking you that question, sweetheart,” the man replied.

His laugh had been sexy but his voice was downright sinful. A deep, dark, soothing tone that invoked the images of candle lit nights, red satin sheets and hours exploration with hands, mouths, and other body parts.

I gave a breathy laugh and nodded. “I need a ride. Are you going to Sheridon?”

It was a long shot, since Sheridon was on the other side of the next town. But, if he could just take me all the way home I wouldn’t have to worry about doing this all night.

“Get in,” was all he said.

Without hesitation, I opened the door, but was brought up short by the sight of the genuine leather seats.

“Do you have a towel or something that could be put down?” I asked suddenly remembering how soaked I was.


My jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief. He had two eyes, right? Couldn’t he see how wet I was? I gestured down at my body.

“I-I’m all wet,” I stuttered out.

Another deep joyful chuckle rumbled through the air at me and sent the shivers racing through me.

“I’m going to assume it’s the rain. Either way, don’t worry the seat will dry.”

“Of course, it was the rain. What else would it be?” I muttered irritably as I slide in.

I barely had the door close much less had my seat belt on before he spun back out on the street and off into the night.

“So… what’s your name? I’m Chloe,” I said unable to stand the eerie uncomfortable silence anymore.

He didn’t say anything back at first as if he was debating whether he wanted to say anything at all. I bit my lip wondering if he even cared what my name was. Was I mistaken in thinking he was kind? It was stupid of me to jump into a strange car with a strange man. I pressed against the door ready to jump and run if anything happened.

“Mattais,” he finally answered.

His tone was clipped and a bit harsh, but I still felt victorious having gotten his name out of him. Though I wondered if it was fake, but decided not to ask.

“That’s an interesting name,” I said pleasantly.

He made a noise in agreement but stubbornly resisted my efforts to draw him into a conversation.

“Was it a family name?” I probed one more time.


It was a put off, plain and simple. Giving up, I sat back in the seat and wrapped my arms around myself trying to stop the cold tremors that were beginning once more. I tried not to pay attention to it as much as I could until it got so bad my teeth were starting to chatter.

“Can I turn on the heat?” I asked hesitantly.

I fully expected him to start yelling at me or ignore me but he did neither. He immediately reached over and turned it on full blast then pointed all the vents at me. In moments I was surrounded by a warm blanket of air and it felt like heaven. I reached towards it sighing in pleasure as my fingers began to tingle, the feeling returning to them slowly.

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” I moaned.

I pulled my shirt away from my body and tried awkwardly to dry the shirt without baring myself. I wasn’t sure it was working but the heat felt so good I didn’t want to stop. Each blast felt like a lover’s caress across my skin and I reveled in it with the same pleasure. I was deep in the erotic bliss of being warm again after the long cold trip when a hand touched my leg causing me to jump guiltily. I quickly opened my eyes and saw a large hand gripping my leg where the skirt met the bare skin of my thigh.

Where his hand laid I felt the warmth pierce through me, deeper than the heater ever could. My skin rose to meet his hand immediately becoming so sensitive that I felt every line, bump, and callous on his hand. A gasped parted my lips as I stared at the hand wanting to jerk my leg out from underneath it but I also felt the insane urge to move it higher, to feel the rough skin touch me somewhere more intimate.

The fingers flexed and squeezed my leg gently but firmly then the thumb began to caress the tender inner thigh. The next sound out of my mouth was a breathy moan. The action sent a tingle straight up my leg and my pussy began to throb.

This is crazy! The rational girl in my head yelled. You don’t even know him! There is no way that this is a good idea so knock it off.

Spread your legs! Beg him to play with you! I’ll bet he’ll be the best lay of your life! Cried the suddenly horny girl in me.

The two voices began to scream at each other until my head began to ring. But, in the end, the rational one won out and I pulled my leg out from under the boldly caressing hand and looked over at him.

With a chuckle he reached into the back seat and, with the same offending hand, he handed me a shirt.

“Take off that wet thing and put this shirt on,” he instructed me, still obviously smiling.

I fumed silently inside at his boldness and snatched the shirt out of his hand then began to pull it OVER my tank top because there was no way I was going to take my shirt off here in this car. I was not wearing a bra underneath this shirt and somehow, I just knew he would be able to see everything.

“I said, take off your wet shirt before you put the other shirt on,” he demanded.

“I am not taking my shirt off,” I told him disgustedly.

“You will or I will pull over and cut that wet rag off your body then you can sit in the front seat with nothing on,” he said in a dangerously calm voice.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said incredulously.

In a heartbeat he slammed on the brakes and yanked the car to the side of the road.

Fear consumed me immediately. “Alright, alright. I’m doing it.”

I grasped the edges of my tank top and whipped it over my head deciding that a moment of embarrassment was better than my only piece of clothing right now being torn to shreds. I hurried through the changing process ignoring the heat that was rising through my cheeks. As I jerked the shirt over my head and the rapid motion sent my breasts jiggled in a mortifying dance. As if that wasn’t enough my nipples immediately hardened to little points and I knew that he was not only watching the whole show, but enjoying it. As soon as the shirt was properly pulled down I definitely crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

“There. You freaking happy now?”

“Yes, thank you,” he responded with amusement.

I had to curb the urge to stick my tongue out at him or flip him off. So, I decided to do something less childish, I ignored him.

“So, why were you on the side of the road?” he asked unexpectedly.

I thought about ignoring him, punishing him for being so rude, so brass… yet so compelling that I couldn’t help giving in.

With a harsh sigh I answered. “My boyfriend, make that ex-boyfriend, left me there.”

“Why?” he pressed.

“Because he’s an asshole that doesn’t want to take no for an answer,” I replied.

I was really hoping he would understand my meaning without me actually having to explain.

“About what?”

Guess not, I thought to myself.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said dismissively.

Maybe the silence would have been better.

“Well obviously it does if he left you on the side of the road.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I insisted.

“Why not?” he pushed rudely.

“Because it doesn’t,”


“Because it just freaking doesn’t, alright?!” I screamed at him.

The car got silent once again. Silent and awkward. I couldn’t shake the annoying sense that I was disappointing him suddenly. Even worse, the guilt that accompanied that feeling. That was one emotion I really hated feeling.

“He wanted me to go back to his place tonight and… help him relax, ya know?” I said so mortified that I was talking to a complete stranger about this.


“Yeah, ya know… relax?”

Just the word ‘relax’ conjured up the image of what my ex had wanted me to do. I swallowed hard trying not to gag.

“You mean he wanted you to give him a blow job?”

I groaned discomforted by his ease in using such blunt words. “Yeah. But when I told him no I wasn’t going to, because we’d only been dating a few weeks and I’m not that kinda girl, he got pissed and pulled over. He yelled that he wasn’t going to waste his time or his money on such a prude.”

Despite the darkness in the car I felt as if he could see me perfectly and I covered my face with my hands giving a loud groan of embarrassment. I wanted desperately to sink back in the seat and disappear into the leather.

The hand fell on my leg again and I slowly peeled my hands away to look up at him. Even in the darkness, I had no doubt that his eyes bored into mine so deeply that he was looking straight into my soul.

“You are not a prude. You honestly felt nothing for him that’s why you weren’t willing to jump into bed with him,” he explained knowingly.

My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to dispute his answer. In the end I couldn’t because he was right, I hadn’t been attracted to my ex. I hadn’t even liked him that much and right now being in this car with this man I couldn’t remember why I had started dating that douche bag in the first place.

As if to illustrate his point, Mattais rubbed his thumb along the inside of my thigh again this time venturing higher under my skirt. I couldn’t conceal the moan that dripped from my lips as he touched me. I had opened my mouth to tell him that he was right, but the moment he touched me so intimately into inarticulate sounds of pleasure. There was no denying it now, my ex’s touch had never spawned such a response from me before.

His fingers gently caressed of my leg and before I knew what I was doing my knees parted of their own accord. He took full advantage and slid his hand even further up my leg until the tips of his fingers barely brushed my pussy lips. I gasped and thrust my hips forward just a hair before reestablishing control over myself.

I shoved his hand out from underneath my skirt and glared at him once more.

“Thank you for the lecture, Professor, but I think I can handle my sexuality or lack there-of,” I snarled at him.

“Oh, believe me, sweetheart. You are one hot piece and I, for one, would love to see you cum,” he said huskily.

“Well, you’re not going to see me cu… come undone,” I said loftily completely ignoring the fact I had stuttered over such a crude word.

When he didn’t respond the car fell silent once more and this time neither one of us opted to break it. Before I knew it, he had pulled into a bus stop and it was time to leave. Despite all the insanity, I found myself reluctant to leave him. I turned to him to, at the very least, thank him for the ride even as unconventional as it was. The lights surrounding the building shinned into the car giving me my first good look at this mysterious man that had rescued me.

The sight took my breath away and caused my heart to skip several beats. My god was he gorgeous. His dark hair was thick and unruly, just brushing the tops of his broad and well-toned shoulders that were perfectly outlined in his business jacket. The bright white of his shirt set off the slightly darker complexion of his skin, giving him an unnatural glow. The oval shape of his eyes were turned up just slightly at the ends, but the most exotic thing about them were the brilliant bright purple of the iris’. Even in a crowd of unusual people, this man would stand out.

“Your eyes,” I breathed in awe unable to look away from them.

A curse flew out of his lips and he grabbed the dashboard for what looked like a pair of sunglasses. I snatched them away from him quickly.

“No, please don’t. Your eyes are beautiful. Please don’t hide them from me,” I begged.

He seemed shocked for a moment then, with a hint of insecurity, he snatched the glasses back and practically slammed them on. Was he angry? Because I thought his eyes were beautiful? It seemed odd that he wouldn’t like the idea of someone loving his eyes.

“You should be able to find a bus to take you the rest of the way home,” he said his voice hard with anger.

A little startled by the hostility he was oozing, I was very anxious to leave it behind. I jumped out and started to reach for my purse before realizing that it wasn’t there. With a silent curse, I realized that I must have left it in my ex-boyfriends rig along with my cellphone.

“What’s wrong?” Mattais asked.

“Nothing,” I answered quickly not wanting to let him know that I had no way of buying a bus ticket him. “Thanks for your help,” I added sincerely.

He stared at me in that silently disconcerting way that he had. “Go inside and get your ticket.”

“I will. Don’t worry about me. Thanks for everything,” I repeated then started to close the door.

A voice stopped me in my tracks. “Chloe.”

A shiver ran down my spine. His heavily accented voice seemed to caress my name so sensually that I wanted to beg him to say it again.

“Yes?” I breathed out.

“Unless you hold your wallet in a rather unique place, I think it’s safe to assume you have no money on you.” he stated.

A flush stained my cheeks as I nodded, feeling like I was busted.

“Get back in.”


“Get in,” he enunciated slowly.

Almost without thought, I jumped back into the car and buckled up. It was only when we were once again navigating the deserted street did I question why I was so anxious to obey him without argument.

My heart jumped excitedly as we came closer to the edge of town thinking maybe he was going to take me all the way home. When we pulled into a hotel the excitement turned into caution.

“Stay here,” he demanded harshly.

I watched silently as he hurried inside and spoke quickly to the man behind the counter. The clerk handed Mattais something then shook his hand emphatically. It seemed odd to me that the clerk seemed almost awestruck to have spoken with Mattais, but that didn’t make any sense. Sure, Mattais was absolutely beautiful, especially with those piercing purple eyes. But, that didn’t mean some random male should almost fall over himself to help.

I desperately wanted to question Mattais about it, but I wasn’t quite sure how to broach the subject with the extremely tight lipped and equally mysterious man.

Before I could decide what to do, Mattais was back in the car next to me and pulling around the building. He parked at the back door with only a single solitary light above it that left the rest of the sparsely filled parking lot pitch dark and eerie.

He got out once more, but this time he rounded the car and opened my door standing off to one side to give me plenty of room to exit the vehicle. For one insane, or maybe it was the only sane thought I had tonight, I considered running as far and as fast as I could. As if he sensed my desire to escape, he stepped in front of me effectively blocking my way and held his hand out waiting patiently for me to grasp it. Knowing my chance had passed, I slid my hand into his and allowed him to help me out. Even after the door had closed he still retained possession of my hand as if not trusting me to stay with him.

Even though I dragged my feet, they still followed him through the hallways stopping to wait for the elevator.

“What’s going on?” I finally got the nerve up to ask him.

“I got a room. The concierge says there will be a bus coming through tomorrow and he’s kindly offered to book you a spot on it and see you safely off,” Mattais explained patiently.

My jaw dropped at the generosity. “Why would he do that?”

“Because I asked him to,” Mattais responded simply as if such a request was a normal part of hotel amenities.

I was so busy trying to figure out this enigma of a man that I didn’t notice the elevator doors opening, nor did I notice the couple that came stumbling out until one of them slammed into me knocking me off my feet.

The weight of the man’s body knocked the breath out of me and kept it out. Just as quickly as the weight was there, it was gone. Dazed by the impact and lack of breath I barely paid any attention to crash or the loud grunt after the man was off me. A large masculine hand popped into view and I looked up to see Mattais standing over me with his strong jaw clinched as the anger poured off him in waves.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a clipped tone.

I gave him weak smile and nodded, gladly taking his hand to help me up. As soon as he was sure I could stand on my own he returned to the man who was cursing in a slurred drunken tone.

“What the fuck, man?” said the owner of the tone.

Instantly, alarm bells went off in my head as I recognized that voice no matter how inebriated it was.

I turned on him. “Brady!”

The mans snapped up and a look of horror came over his face, but he quickly covered it up with, what I knew to be, false relief.

“Baby!” he cried.

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me, you two timing bastard,” I spat out venomously stalking towards him.

“But-but- honey… you wouldn’t-”

“You’re right! I wouldn’t! Because you disgust me! I can’t believe my parents thought you’d be good for me! You just wanted a whore who would spread her legs for you whenever you wanted her to! Well, good job, Brady, it looks like you found one! But, instead of being a real man and respecting my desire to wait, you had to drop me off on the side of the road where I could have been kidnapped, raped, or worse killed! All because I refused to suck your tiny… little… dick!”

I punctuated my crude words by poking him hard in the chest. Normally, I would have been mortified to even think those things, but at that moment I was too angry to care.

“Chloe!” Brady chided in shock. “That is no way for a lady to speak!”

How dare he chastise me! I thought furiously. “No… it’s not. And neither is this… Fuck you, Brady! You and your trashy slut deserve each other! And when I get home I’m going to make sure that every woman around knows exactly what kind of man you are.”

Brady’s face turned seven different shades of red before he finally took a threatening stepped towards me.

“Why you little-”

He caught sight of something behind me that made his face pale and his threat stop mid-sentence. I glanced behind me, but only saw Mattais and the little skank that had originally been with Brady now rubbing herself against Mattais like a cat in heat. The slimy snake was trying her hardest to get his attention and seemingly failing miserably.

Wow, I thought to myself, he must have really wanted this woman if he’s that upset that she set her wandering eyes on someone else.

Shaking my head, I turned back to Brady. “Get out of here, Brady.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Brady, the coward, raced off as if the hounds of hell were biting at his heels.

Turning back to Mattais and the slimy growth still trying desperately to get his attention, I noted the cocky grin on his face as if he was quite enjoying the drama of the night.

“Hey, handsome,” the woman purred to Mattais. “Looks like I’m free to play if you’re looking for some fun with a real woman.”

“Beat it, ya floozy,” I growled. “This one is mine.”

She looked me up and down with obvious disgust then breasts her voluptuous breasts more firmly against his side. “Like I said a real woman.”

Out of nowhere, a feeling of possessiveness swamped me and I found myself jerking the woman violently away from Mattais. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a hard kiss on his lips. It was meant to be just a small one, but the moment our lips touch the simple kiss morphed into something different, something more primeval than that. He wrapped his arms around me and yanked my body flush against his. One hand moved down to cup my backside and the other grasped my hair firmly, immediately taking over the small kiss. A whimper dropped from my lips as the warmth from his hand penetrated the small little nothing that was the skirt. In response to my whimper, Mattais growled, a deep animalistic growl that sent my head spinning and my nerve ends tingling with pleasure.

I wanted him, wanted him to take me. To claim me. Just as I had claimed him.

As quickly and suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He pushed me back firmly and turned to address the woman that I had completely forgotten that was still standing there practically drooling over him.

“As fun as that may sound, my dear. It appears I’m already spoken for. So maybe another time,” he said softly.

The woman scoffed and flounced off mumbling something about stupid men. I barely noticed her leave as I continued to stare up at the vibrant violet eyes that were staring back at me full of humor and poorly disguised hunger that only a starving man would understand.


My thought train was derailed by his unexpected topic change. “Huh?”

“I am yours?” he clarified.

The reason behind the kiss originally finally penetrated my lust clouded brain. With a flush I could help but giggle nervously.

“Sorry,” I said to him.


He just shook his head still chuckling as he pressed the button to summon the elevator once more. Maybe I was too exhausted, or maybe I was still distracted by the kiss, either way I followed him into the elevator without argument hoping to find a hot shower, peace and quiet at the end of this trip.

He pressed a button for the top floor then stuck a key in the slot underneath it. The elevator door clanked close and it shot upwards towards the very top of the building. The metal doors slid open with another low clank and revealed an enormous luxurious suite that took my breath away.

It was decorated in lavish designs of cream and gold in every piece of furniture. A shallow set of stairs lead the way down into a sunken sitting area and to the right up another small set of stairs was a large four post bed that held a set of privacy curtains that could be drawn around it. Absently, I noted that there was also a small kitchenette and another door that more than likely lead to the bathroom, but my full attention was held by the large bay window that was open to the glittering cityscape beyond.

Like a moth to a flame I was drawn to the scene awestruck by the beauty of it.

“Wow, this is really amazing,” I breathed out.

He grunted but did not comment on the view. Instead he pointed towards the closed door on the other side of the room.

“The bathroom is that way,” he stated simply.

I gave him an odd look and tried to read his expression, but his face had once again closed down. Mattais must mean mysterious in some old forgotten language because he embodied that one word.

Keeping my thoughts to myself, I eagerly gravitated towards the promise of hot clean water. I walked by the coffee table and spotted a huge basket loaded down with an assortment of cheese and fruit. My stomach growled emphatically reminding me rudely that I hadn’t eaten in a while. Soon, I silently promised myself and veered around the table not wanting to be sidetracked any more.

I halted in the doorway wondering if he would still be there when I came out. If not, I really wanted to say goodbye and express my gratitude before he left. My heart tightened painfully at the thought that he would be gone at some point. I called myself seven kinds of fool for missing a man I barely even knew. I turned back to look at him trying to decide if I should say or do anything. I spotted him across the room on the phone seemingly in a deep conversation with whoever was on the other end. With him amply distracted I did not hesitate to ogle him unabashedly.

Now looking at him, gorgeous seemed too simple a word for him. Completely and utterly irresistible, a danger to red-blooded woman of the world seemed more apt a description for him.

My fingers itched to run through the tangled mess of hair on his head, just to find out if it was as soft as it seemed. His strong firm jawline spoke of power and strength making it obvious that he was not a man to be reckoned with. His firm full lips were still so kissable that I could feel my own lips tingling at just the memory. I jerked my gaze away from his sensual lips before I was even more tempted to latch on him again. My hungry eyes travelled down his body thoroughly enjoying the sight of his jacket stretching tightly across his broad shoulders and how the cloth tapered down showing off his trim waist that was made for a woman to wrap her legs around. The jacket ended just above a set of well rounded, masculine buttocks that thrilled me more than any other men’s had. Apparently, where Mattais was concerned anyway, I was an ass woman and I was delighting in every moment I was allowed to look at it.

He turned unexpectedly, as if he could feel my gaze burning into him, mortified my eyes jerked up to his and held. As soon as our eyes melded an erotic image slammed into my already heated mind of me laying naked on a large opulent bed and this hot man leaning over me about to make good on every promise his heated gaze was making.

The blood in my veins felt as if it was at a boiling point and absent mindedly I decided that a hot shower was no longer needed. Under his gaze my nipples tightened painfully begging someone, anyone to play with them. The pitiful excuse for panties I had on were soaked and I reached for the doorjamb to keep myself from going to him and ripping off his clothes to find out if my imagination was anywhere near the truth. The dark violet hue of his eyes taunted me, dared me to act on my desires and I knew from that moment on that dark violet would forever be my favorite color.

His gaze was so intense I felt in an instant that my soul as well as my body was stripped bare for him. His nostrils flared like a hungry wolf that had scented his prey and suddenly I was a helpless rabbit in his clutches. Mattais’ eyes roamed over me and the desire in them fed mine until I was overtaken by it, consumed by the flames and burned alive.

Then he blinked and I was free.

With almost an audible snap I awoke from the drowning hunger and found myself standing in the middle of the living room. Both scary and disconcerting I had no memory of leaving the bathroom and without hesitation, I turned and fled back to the bathroom not looking back no matter how badly I wanted to. I slammed the bathroom door and leaned on it fully expecting him to bust through it and take what he wanted.

Only when the room stayed silent did I relax and catch my heaving breath. I pushed my long hair out of the way realizing absently that I had lost my hair tie. Counting it gone, I put my hands to the buttons of Mattais’ shirt and found that all of them save one had already been undone.

“Fantastic, that’s the second time tonight that I have bared my chest to that man,” I murmured irritated. “What the hell is going on with me?”

Something wasn’t right, something was off and I needed to get to the bottom of it before something bad happened. Or at least before I continued streaking in front of a stranger.

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Review: The Pagan Stone (The Sign of Seven #3) By Nora Roberts


Years ago, after their blood brother ritual, Gage, Fox, and Caleb each emerged from the woods with a piece of bloodstone. Now, it will become their weapon in the final fight against the demon they awakened. Winner take all… 

Shared nightmares, visions of blood and fire, and random violence begin to plague the longtime friends and the women bound to them by fate. None of them can ignore the fact that, this year, the demon has grown stronger—feeding off of the terror it creates. But now, the three pieces of the bloodstone have been fused back together. If only they could figure out how to use it. 

A gambling man like Gage has no trouble betting on his crew to find a way. And though he and Cybil share the gift of seeing the future, that’s all they share. But Gage knows that a woman like Cybil—with her brains and strength and devastating beauty—can only bring him luck. Good or bad has yet to be determined—and could mean the difference between absolute destruction or an end to Hawkins Hollow’s nightmare…


Nooo…. the trilogy ends!!! Nooo!!! Omg!!! I was not ready for that to happen again! This is the second time I have read this trilogy and I still love it dearly! The six of them are ready to join together and fight the demon! Even while facing the ultimate sacrifice in order to stop the Seven! Oh gosh! It was beautiful! I stayed up really late ONCE AGAIN, lol, to finish the book!

This is yet another MUST READ! Especially right around the spookiest time of the year!

Here’s to the Sign of Seven Trilogy! Loved it!

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Siren Sight (Siren Series #1) by R. L. Ankney


Neivayka Lee was NEVER a normal teenager. She grew up in a cramped house with  parents that had always made it clear she was never welcome. All she had to look forward to was the day she turned 18 and could escape.

That was until 3 days before her 16th birthday and she began waking up in her bed having no memory of how she got there or what had happened the day before.

In her quest to find her lost memories she was confronted with the knowledge that all those mythical creatures and fairy tales that had always fascinated her were true.

And more than that, she was one of them.

Diving head first into a world of pure fantasy that was torn apart by the grasp of evil, she found herself in a real life battle royal between good and the cold hand of evil.

The Shadow Lord Lorimer bent on ruling both worlds with her by his side. Everyone is looking to her to save them while all she is hoping for the courage to stand next to them when the final battle comes.


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The Man In The Darkness

Here is something short and sweet. Just to tickle the imagination!

Darkness crept in.
It shrouded everything in existence hiding it from the eyes as if the night was ashamed of that which the day was proud. 
This darkness symbolized fear, hate, death; considered evil for most.
Not for me. 
For me it held him. 
Who was he? I had no clue, but he was out there somewhere. I could feel him deep within as if he was a part of me that was missing, my other half. My heart cried his name, my soul yearned to reunite with him. My body begged, pleaded for his touch. 

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Review: The Hollow (Sign of Seven, Book 2) By Nora Roberts

For Fox, Caleb, Gage and the other residents of Hawkins Hollow, the number seven portends doom—ever since, as boys, they freed a demon trapped for centuries when their blood spilled upon The Pagan Stone…
Now, as the dreaded seventh month looms before them, the men can feel the storm brewing. Already they are plagued by visions of death and destruction. But this year, they are better prepared, joined in their battle by three women who have come to The Hollow. Layla, Quinn, and Cybil are somehow connected to the demon, just as the men are connected to the force that trapped it.
Since that day at The Pagan Stone, town lawyer Fox has been able to see into others’ minds, a talent he shares with Layla. He must earn her trust, because their link will help fight the darkness that threatens to engulf the town. But Layla is having trouble coming to terms with her newfound ability—and this intimate connection to Fox. She knows that once she opens her mind, she’ll have no defenses against the desire that threatens to consume them both… 


And the thrilling, chilling ride continues with Fox and Layla’s story! The evil is growing stronger and so are they! I’m not sure how I feel about the powers of telepathy, but I can say that they handle it with a lot more grace and honor than I would.

The love and passion in this story do not disappoint and keep the sweet edge of the romance story. The paranormal, supernatural aspects are simply a nail-biting, on-the-edge-of-your-seat ride! Another round of applause for the second story!


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Soul Eaters (Soul Eaters #1) By R. L. Ankney

Alrighty… I’m out with it! I wrote a horror/supernatural novel under another pen name, lol. Ooops!!! For my horror friends here ya go!

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“It started out slowly, quietly; as epidemics usually do… This was something else, something that could only be dreamt up in the darkest recesses of the mind.” 

When the world is thrown into hellish chaos we soon begin to question ourselves and everyone else. After all who can face the end of existence and not question all that we have known. 

Vicki was no different. 

Her solid, sturdy, black and white world is about to be shaken to the core. She must relearn all she’s ever known and believed. She must wake up in time to take a path only she can take. 

But who can she trust? Who can she believe in? Will she be able to see past her narrow views of the world to see the many settle variations?

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Review: Blood Brothers (Sign Of Seven #1) By Nora Roberts


n the town of Hawkins Hollow, it’s called The Seven. Every seven years, on the seventh day of the seventh month, strange things happen. It began when three young boys—Caleb, Fox, and Gage—went on a camping trip to The Pagan Stone…

It is only February, but Caleb Hawkins—descendant of the town founders—has already seen and felt the stirrings of evil. Though he can never forget the beginning of the terror in the woods twenty-one years ago, the signs have never been this strong before. Cal will need the help of his best friends Fox and Gage, but surprisingly he must rely on a stranger as well. 

Reporter Quinn Black came to Hawkins Hollow hoping to make its eerie happenings the subject of her new book. She too can see the evil the locals cannot, somehow connecting her to the town—and to Cal. As winter turns to spring, they will shed their inhibitions, surrendering to a desire that will grow and form the cornerstone of a group of men and women bound by the fight against what is to come from out of the darkness…



Let me start out by saying that I admire Nora Roberts work ethic. She has got to be one of the most well-known authors and has a mass amount of books out there. That being said I was never really a big fan of her work.

Until I read this series.

Bright, funny, spooky and amazing, I could not read this book without being immersed in to this town of Hawkins Hollow and root for the group to battle this monster! As a romance book, the love story that is spun at the same time as the suspense and paranormal aspect were amazingly well written.

For people who spook easily, you may want to read this one with the lights on. But, for horror/romance fans this one is just a delightful bedtime read!


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You Are Mine (Bound To Me #1) By Leann Lane

This is the first book I ever wrote and published.

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Here’s a teaser if you wanna know more—> Punishment Scene


After one painful and humiliating night, Mia was left wondering if Master Reed was just a figure that she dreamed up when she secretly discovered the world of BDSM. That was until she collided with him in the conference room at her office building and found out just how real he actually was and he’s made it very clear that he is going to be her Master.
Reed bought “Bean Me” with the intention of claiming Mia as his submissive. A dream he’d had ever since the night he had picked her up off the sidewalk at his club “The Dungeon” three years earlier.
Before that dream is able to come to fruition, it is blown away when his manipulating ex-wife comes back into the picture with every intention of staying there. And his ex-wife has a few nasty surprises that will leave Mia and Reed reeling and wondering if there is anyway their fragile budding relationship.



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Poem: I’m a Fool For You

I’m a Fool For You

I’m a fool for you,

Even though I know it’s wrong.

But I hear your name

In every single song.

I look for your eyes

In every face I see.

My heart skips a beat

When they look back at me.

I’m a fool for you.

I do anything you say.

You demand my nights;

You control my day.

I wish to please you.

To sit at your feet.

Any desire, any fantasy,

Just ask and I will meet.

I’m a fool for you.

No matter what you do.

I’ll always be a fool for you

Because you want me to.

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Book Review: Royal Destiny (Queen of the Orcs #3) By Morgan Howell


A delicate alliance between human and orc has been achieved. Now Queen of the Orcs, Dar works toward making that peace last. Her position has helped her to finally feel part of a community, to find a life to call her own.

But sudden, strange outbreaks of unrest and ominous signs throw both realms into turmoil. Dar must draw on her knowledge and skills to confront a merciless long-time enemy–and an evil she once only barely survived. To keep human and orc from destroying one another, Dar risks everything on a desperate gamble–and her own future on a heartbreaking sacrifice. 


*Sniffle Sniffle* The series is over… it’s done… The struggle is REAL! I finished this book and my heart broke knowing that Dar was gone from my life. Shouldn’t have read it so fast… but I had to know how it all ended. Her struggle! Her pain! Her hope! oooh, what an inspiration!!! To watch her rise up from a slave to something so amazing was truly breathtaking!

Bravo! Bravo! Wonderful job to the author!




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Poem: Not Me

Not Me

My body aches.
My soul is worn.
My heart is heavy
And my mind is torn.
The woman I see in the mirror
Is not me anymore
I am walking in a cloud.
Stumbling in the tide for the shore.
Everything I once was is a lie.
This body, this soul
Nothing, but a disguise.
I am wasting away
In a pool of deceit.
Trying to run,
But I can’t find my feet.
Is this a dream?
Or a sick version of reality?
All I know is
This woman is not me

Posted in Real Ghost Stories, Tales of the Supernatural

The Basement

Everyone always reads about spooky stories and haunted houses. But, does anyone really ever sit and ponder the thought could there be a ghost in your house?

With life’s chaos sometimes it’s hard to really sit down and actually look at the things around you. A lot of people actually don’t want to think their house is haunted. Yeah, I suppose it would be best to actually not know what’s there. We tend to place that thought in the back of our heads and keep going about our daily routines.

So did I.

I will be quite honest, I had no idea what was about to happen to me. It was an “unexpected occurrence.” When your whole world is turned upside down and you’re not sure how to explain this to all those around you. It was like taking a scary movie making it into reality.

At the end of April, this year 2018. My brother and niece needed a place to live temporarily so I allowed them to move in with me and my family. As the next few months unfolded my niece would asking me every other week if I’ve ever felt someone watching me, especially going up or down the stairs.

Chalking this up to a child’s overactive imagination, I set the thought aside and went on about my daily business. That is until I started seeing things as well.

Around the end of August, the activity increased dramatically. My niece started describing the entities that were starting to appear around her, around us. By then there were 3 spirits in our home, all appearing morbid and distraught. One of them was what she identified as a 12 yr old girl with braids wrapped around her neck. She called this spirit the girl version of Casper.

I was beginning to see things as well. Dreams, orbs, images, aura colors and extreme cold chills throughout the house. Something was becoming more and more disturbing…more ghosts where appearing and my baby was having horrendous night terrors, dreams, along with her hand being whipped up and down while she slept as if someone pulled her hand up with a string. I would have visions of these entities coming to me, a man with a puppet, an image of my boyfriend appearing as a werewolf with his head twisting back and forth, chains being wrapped around me, the ceiling would move in a swirl, images of devil-like creatures, I was hanging by a limb. This dark shadow thing would whisper in my ear using what fear it could against me. It made me believe it would never leave that he was the devil himself. That I was being bombarded by spirits.

After countless sleepless nights and fighting to hold on to what was left of my sanity, I reached out to a spiritual mentor, a psychic. She assured me I was not taken yet by this thing, demon or whatever it may be. But to trust in the higher power and angels until she could come into our home.

When she arrived the next day to check out my home, she had found an open portal that I’m still unsure of how or who had opened it in the basement.  This thing must have been opened for years, but due to my niece’s abilities, they were drawn to her. Thankfully, my spiritual mentor had closed this portal sending all these entities back where they belong within it.

Every day now I pray not to go through such an excruciating experience again. This was something no one may ever understand, but myself or those with similar experience. Due to all these activities, I had to force myself to look deeper, harder at what was happening. With the overwhelming desire to protect my loved ones from this, my sight was forced open. Therefore this entity, this ghost, decided to feed off my fears and misery.

I am leaving this with a warning, always be careful what you dabble with or in, especially if it pertains to darkness. It is not as thrilling or exciting as it may seem. Leave the horror to the theaters or television. Or you may suffer the consequences.

By T. J. Arnold