Monday, October 31, 2016

Sneak Peek for You!

An invisible force, beyond her control, steered her through the dark, second floor hallway towards her bedroom door. Apprehension mingled sadistically with a hint of terror, and it lingered in the air like a sick stagnant fog. The need to catch her breath, in protest of the ominous air, forced her to pause outside the sealed door. Closing her eyes, she sucked in one sharp breath before moving forward. She opened her eyes and stared at the door while delving deep to muster the courage to open it.
Intense trepidation had a grip on her mind, making it impossible to be rational. The other side of that door held the reason for her unease, and the impending doom taunted her without mercy. Something horrific waited for her—something that made her stomach clench and her heart ache. Attempting to shake off the uneasy feeling that weighed her down, she rolled her shoulders and stepped forward. Her hand trembled uncontrollably as it reached out—but hesitated when it came to rest on the smooth, brushed brass handle. Instincts voiced their silent concern by shrieking in her ears, urging her to turn and flee, but idiotic curiosity compelled her to move forward, so she turned the handle and eased the door open.
The master bedroom that she and her husband Greg shared was empty. Greg’s bedside lamp provided the only illumination in the room, but it was enough to clearly define the liquid that dripped down the wall at the head of their unmade bed. Stepping closer to the bed to investigate, she stopped dead in her tracks, gaping at the thick, crimson liquid that trailed down the wall and gathered in a pool on Greg’s pillow. She recognized the strange substance as the same life force pulsing through her veins with incredible ferocity.
Her mouth opened, prepared to release a scream, but icy terror paralyzed her vocal chords, so she turned and ran from the room. If she knew anything, it was that she needed to escape. With Greg unaccounted for, she had to save herself.
Tearing through the house, she made her escape through the patio doors and raced down the shadowy street. Convinced that a malevolent being pursued her, she glanced back several times, expecting to discover the culprit, but the only thing hot on her trail was senseless fear. Desperate to outrun it, she propelled her legs to the brink of agony, pushing through the pain until the world began to spin out of control. Her thoughts, a dizzying mass of confusion, forced her legs to stop. Her eyes searched in the dark as she tried to steady herself and form a plan, but her swirling mind made it impossible to go on, and she lost her balance, collapsing into nothingness...
As if she had really fallen, a full-body convulsion rocked Cassie Woods from her dream. Gasping for air, she clutched her chest while trying to gain control of reality. She turned to examine her husband’s sleeping form, but Greg Montgomery slept soundly—oblivious to her current state. Trembling with fright, her gaze shifted to the wall above Greg’s head.
No blood. “Oh, thank God!” Cassie whispered, releasing the breath she had been holding in.
Totally shaken, Cassie sat for several minutes, waiting for the terror to dissipate, her heart rate to normalize, and the tremors to wane. She rarely had nightmares, but that dream was awful—something happened to Greg in it, but she had no idea what. Shaking her head at the ridiculousness, Cassie lovingly admired her sleeping husband while reasoning with herself. Whether the dream felt real or not didn’t matter because Greg was unharmed, so there was no reason to be upset.
Common sense couldn’t erase the unease that had control of her body, and the thought of being sucked back into the same nightmare made it impossible for her to return to sleep. Leaning over, Cassie smoothed a wisp of Greg’s coarse brown hair away from his eye, and kissed his cheek. Rather than waste time stressing over a nasty dream, she could make use of the quiet. It was almost six o’clock, and she didn’t have to be at the office until nine, so she decided to go for a jog to clear her head.
Dressed in a grey track suit, Cassie gathered her thick, straight, slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length, medium brown hair into a pony tail, started a pot of coffee, and stepped outside. Her feet pounding against the pavement echoed throughout the sleepy predawn neighborhood that glowed beneath the shimmer of streetlights. Her warm breath mingled with the dank mid-September air, cooling her body as it passed through her lungs. It was the ideal temperature for a jog, and normally it would feel amazing, but her mind was preoccupied with images from the nightmare. Cassie shuddered as she recalled the blood on the wall. What would have happened to Greg in her dream if she had slept long enough to find out? Probably, she didn’t want to know.
Although Cassie couldn’t completely shake the uneasy feeling, she planned to ignore it by running until the high freed her mind from the negative effects of the dream. Forcing herself to change her mindset, she thought about making breakfast for Greg, and how nice it would be to enjoy a leisurely meal with her husband.
The opportunity to chat was rare because they were usually busy with conflicting work schedules, so they had to take advantage of every moment together. Suddenly appreciative for the fact that Greg was safe, Cassie wanted to spend as much time with him as possible…starting now. Pushing past the pain in her legs, she raced home, eager to be with her husband.

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Sunday, October 30, 2016

LoveBooks: Book Spotlight: Sexy Bits by Remi Wild

LoveBooks: Book Spotlight: Sexy Bits by Remi Wild: BUY HERE Imagine a twenty-three-year-old virgin in this century...then imagine that virgin stranded at an adult nude sex resort. Thanks to my bestie, I am forced to participate in the vacation of her dreams, while trying desperately to hold onto my v-card--okay, so I'm not trying that hard. It's pretty difficult to hold onto something when your host for the week could melt butter with his gaze...

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Thanks LoveBooks XXOO

Monday, October 24, 2016

The Eagle vs the Crow

I was blessed to see a Bald Eagle this weekend. This is a rare occurrence and the Cree superstitious side of me welcomes the good juju. HOWEVER...

A few hours before the sighting, I had the misfortune of hitting and killing a crow...I was mortified. Especially since it became lodged in my grill and I had to stop at the nearest town and beg a SaskPower man (who is nameless, but I now love) to help me out. He did, thank GOD, because I don't know what I would have done if he didn't. I was literally hysterical and losing my shit.
I love birds. To me, there is nothing more majestic than a bird soaring up above. They are my favorite of all species, so this was devastating for me. Also, killing a crow is BAD JUJU, so I pray, I pray, I pray that the two balance each other out...If I had dressed in black and buried it, my luck would have remained intact, but there was no way that was happening, since I was in the middle of Nowhere-Saskatchewan. He did get placed in a field of tall grass, and I cried, so I like to think that is close to a burial...

Does black lingerie count? I just hope the bad juju gods understand...

Fly with the angels sweet crow. XX

Now I must focus on the good juju (I can't think about the poor dead crow and the potentially shitty luck coming my way).

When an Eagle appears to you it means that you are being put on notice. they are a symbol of strength and at the time that I saw him, I was feeling awful for killing a crow, so...
Eagle totems appear to inspire (push) you to reach higher and become more than you think you are capable of. They tell you to be courageous and really stretch your limits and see what you can do. They bring a sense of courage and a desire to explore and grow. To dream of a flying eagle or one who is perched high signifies good fortune or victory coming your way. If it scares you or attacks you it means there are some self-imposed limitations you need to push through.

The lesson of the eagle is to take a look from where it sees. You must have the courage to relinquish stale and comfortable habits and beliefs to soar into unknown realms and new realities - continually expanding your view. Now is the time to take full responsibility for your life and be prepared for instant destiny. As your spiritual awareness increases, the positive and negative ramifications will become more immediate and have greater force.
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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Right Place, Right Time

Most of my books are found perusing Twitter, Facebook Groups, or Goodreads Groups (where I found this lovely).
This one was a gift from the gods!
Right place, right time...seriously.

Bound by Steel makes me thankful for my passion for reading and appreciative of the time I took to thoroughly immerse myself within its pages.

Well! Where to begin...holy crap just about covers the feeling while reading this book. I started it and finished it in one (very long) sitting with hand on my chest gasping as I flipped the pages! This book is AWESOME!

What struck me from the first page was the characterization; Ryker and Lyra are both conveyed in a believable way, from simple mannerisms to conversation to thoughts. There were moments where I had to remember that the book is authored by a female because Ryker's character was so spot on masculine in every conceivable way.

I loved that the story is told from both perspectives, with a few others tossed in to keep me on my toes: At first, it was the steamy connection between Ryker and his rescue, Lyra; the steam literally floats off the pages, and I had many jaw dropping moments, and that was just the sex--there is a lot of that (trust me, I'm not complaining).

BUT, it's not just the sex...the plot was incredibly well-done! Lafortune had me from Part One to the end and just when I thought I had an understanding of what was happening, she completely blew me out of the water, and not just once, it happened again and again. Wild read--LOVED it!
I'm giving nothing away, except to say that not everything is as it may seem.
Definitely worth my time and five stars doesn't even cover it!

Saturday, October 8, 2016


I read Victoria Browne's previous novels and LOVED them, so the release of Third Time lucky: Notting Hill Gossip was eagerly anticipated. This sequel to Third Time Lucky the Honey Trap was well worth the wait.
This book is chiclit at its finest and is professionally written and presented.

The story continues for Sarah and her friends as they move into new and exciting chapters. Sarah takes a job in New York and meets Nathan, a F1 driver. The pair immediately connect and as their relationship blooms, Sarah is forced to cope with the challenges of being with a celebrity. Her relationship with her friends is close and humorous and at times jaw-dropping, but well-conveyed.

As you read the romance, there is a build of mystery surrounding Sarah's bestie Laura and it culminates into an emotionally surprising twist at the end. What I loved most was the relationships in this story between Sarah and her friends and how their unconditional devotion to each other is tested; the best being how they overcome it and learn to love each other for who they are. On this journey, I laughed, I cried and became involved in this exciting read that spans the world from London to New York to California and then back to New York.
The ending was beautifully emotional and brilliant.
Easy five star read!

Friday, October 7, 2016

Changes and Thanksgiving Love

If you haven't had a chance to purchase Under Orion's Belt, now you can download it for FREE!!! But only until October 11th....
It will be coming off of Kindle Unlimited next week. I am going to give it a chance with the other major retailers as I have had success with them.

My experience with Kindle Unlimited hasn't been a bad one, just that I am broadening the horizons. I like to give each of my books a stint on KU once a year, but Orion has been on there all it laziness, because that is really what it is :)

Wishing all my Canadian peeps a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with turkey, great reads, and love.

We have been slowly getting back on track in our house after the loss of my dad. It has been a time of sorrow and new beginnings. We are trooping on: smiling, laughing and enjoying life, as he would have wanted.

Not having my dad there to carve the turkey will make the day difficult but I plan to stuff myself with pie so who cares about the bird, anyway...


Sexy Bits: News and SALE!!!!

Sexy Bits has had a makeover! Available in eBook and print HERE Welcome to Desire by Design: No clothing beyond this point....