Saturday, 30 November 2013


It is no secret that I used to be a big fan of Thomas Rydder's blog. He was one of my favourite bloggers. Not any more!!

NOW he is one of my favourite bloggers and AUTHORS!! I received his books as gifts from a friend and HOLY FREAKING MOLY!!! Is there nothing this guy can not do well??

It is therefore that I have especially taken a day off from my usual book promo's to surprise him with a special feature on his books, and so I could give you a taste of what I am talking about?

First YOU HAVE TO READ this book!!

A small town in western Pennsylvania – quaint, simple, peaceful. That is, until The Elder takes up residence. He has an agenda – one that is 1,000 years old, and cannot be denied. One that will change the lives of many – and end the lives of any who interfere.

This incredible book follows the lives of Beth and Lizzie as they move to a small town. Everything is great until The Elder shows up. But the Elder is not a human or animal. He is an immortal werewolf. As he sets in motion the final plans to fulfil his destiny, the County Sheriff named Frank along with Beth meet theirs. This book will have you on the edge of your seat!! The tension and suspense of the events and between the main characters fighting the inevitable is the stuff of legendary books. Here is my Amazon review:




I was gifted this book by a friend and not really one for Werewolves and Vampires I delayed reading it. But, oh boy!! Once I picked up this book it was hard to put it down. The Clearing starts off with a build up as you get to know the characters and then goes straight into suspense and intrigue. Through out the book there is mystery, plot twists and plenty of action to boot. This book is well written, funny, imiginative and had everything I love in a good book.
It is easy to read, follow and relate to no matter what age you are. There is no doubt in my mind that this will be a bestseller soon and this is one authors I am keeping my eye on.


The next book is this bad boy!!


1. "Do Unto Others" (short story) - Jeremy is a street hood, lawless and unchained. When he is wronged by a local businessman, it becomes his mission to seek revenge. But his new enemy has friends - ones that don't take kindly to intruders.

2. "Colors" (short story) - Harrison, biker wannabe, coward. When he finds the bike of his dreams, it seems too good to be true. It is.

3. "Simona Says" (novella) - Simona has had it rough. Death, disenchantment, and disappointment are all part of her life. She wants to be happy for a change, and she's willing to do just about anything to find some. Anything.

All three these stories are spooky stuff, but hidden right there where you least expect it, is a moral lesson and a thought provoking "what if" which lurks in the shadows. They are well worth a read and without exception as well written and sometimes funny as one would expect from the brilliant mind of Thomas Rydder.

Your soul will be restless no more!

After reading his books, I have no doubt in my mind that he will become one of the all time greats in the Fiction world. Join the ride!!

Wednesday, 27 November 2013


I'm not one for fairy tales, so when I heard this book was out with a collection of really twisted versions of fairy tales I was all over it!!

Call me realistic, but all that fairy shit just doesn't work on me. So with that in mind...Happily ever LAUGHTER everyone!


A collection of twisted fairy tales

Little Red Riding Hood finally takes her life into a direction which suits her, but not so much her friends, nor the wolf.

The miller's daughter tries to strike a deal with Rumpelstiltskin, but forgets one detail.

Snow White is as black as night.

And Cinderella cleans house in a most definite way.If you like to read stories in which the twists keep you on the edge of your seat and heroines get what they deserve, you might just like this anthology.

Author Bio

Lucy is an avid reader and writer. She has been traditionally published and now self-publishes her collections of short stories while working on her full length novel. She lives in the UK where she grows tomatoes and teaches yoga. When she's not writing or reading she's probably walking the neighbour's dog or tries to create something in the kitchen.

"There is no perfection, only life." Milan Kundera

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Other MUST READS written by Lucy Pireel

A young, successful woman finds herself attracted to a man who is known for his promiscuity. She has no idea if he wishes to play with her the way she wants him to.

While working together, they become closer. When she finally dares to reveal her desires, he only only asks her if she's ready to say 'please'. After she does, the games begin. But where will they end?

These eight short stories revolve around obsession, revenge, craving, love, and Death.

Whether it be a woman in need of rescue, a man who hungers for his wife, a demon lost, or wishes come true, all characters want something. Badly.

But ... You can't always get what you want, but you might just get what you need.

Underneath the veneer of humanity lies darkness.

Eight deadly tales that explore dark desires in which some do what it takes to obtain what they want, while others are led by events.

Wishes gone wrong, unhealthy obsessions, and cravings to sate. A Menu of Death will take you on a blood-curdling journey that you may not survive

A woman on a deserted road. She has an order to stay but encounters a man. Is he just a man, or the Devil? Will she be saved, can she save herself, or is it all in her mind?

Two writing witches set out to get the man they want.

Will those fallen angels be stronger than the written magic? Or is the pen mightier than the sword after all?

This author has been featured on my blog before and I am sure she will be featured many more times. Her work is short but well written and a great read for those who enjoy the escape.

She has also collaborated with numerous other authors on these books:

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Saturday, 23 November 2013

Non Friction Fiction

I read this blurb and then asked a friend who knew the author if he could get in touch with him and send me his book. Morgan Parker gracefully obliged and once I started reading it, I could not put it down!! It was the first book in a long time that I became emotionally involved in. I screamed at the character at times, and other times I felt so sorry for him, I could climb into the book and just hug him.

Once I read the book, it was decided! I bumped my schedule and asked him for his media kit, because I had to tell you about THIS book. This book you have to read!!

Morgan Parker’s first novel, Non Friction, tells the story of a man whose wife just walked out on him. Faced with an empty house and emotional turmoil, he turns to writing a novella, which introduces him to the fast and furious lifestyle of indie literature stardom… and Emma, a woman who comes on a little strong but turns out to be the one sliver of sunshine in his otherwise dark and devastating life.
Now that he has enjoyed a bit of success and attention, his wife (Jennifer) comes back and suddenly decides that they should pursue marriage counseling. Eager to win her back, the main character agrees to anything and the counselor asks them to create something beautiful for each other. Our main character decides on Our Story, a love story that will not only win his wife back, but can also double as his next novel.
Over the course of writing Our Story, the main character realizes that winning Jennifer back might not be the smartest thing for his heart. In fact, he starts to appreciate the true meaning of the word love, which he finds in Emma.
So now you know about the book right? WRONG!! What this Blurb doesn't tell you is the witty, sarcastic writing style of the author and his brilliant sense of humour!! It doesn't tell you about the way you get sucked in to the character and his world.

This is my review:

When I read this blurb, it immediately jumped to my Screw Motherhood, Must Read Now list. I was not disappointed. The sarcasm, wit and humour in this book was right down my alley. The way the author cleverly plugged his first book was genius to say the least!
This book will have men and women wonder if it is a true story. There are moments when you literally want to give this man a wake up shake with a wood chipper and then there are moments that you root for him to just get laid if nothing else!! It's a depressing story to say the least, but somehow when that last page is turned you feel content and happy. I'm not sure if the humour had anything to do with it or not? All I can say is that I loved the writing style, the technique in which he incorporated a story within a story and everything about this book.

Non Friction (excerpt #1)

Holding her always felt perfect, but at that moment it felt like pure heaven. She fit in my arms, she fit against my chest, she fit into my soul. When she breathed, I breathed (okay, neither of us had stopped breathing, but I swear if she had stopped, at that moment, I would have died right along with her).

“Emma,” I said, using my chin to nudge her and force her eyes toward mine. I didn’t want to use my hands to guide her because that would mean releasing her, and I refused to do that, I refused to let go.

Non Friction (excerpt #2)

We stared at each other for a bit and the more I looked at her, the more I wanted to hate her like I hated Jennifer. But I couldn’t. Emma was everything my wife wasn’t. She had not only boosted my ego with those panties she sent me, but she always said the sweetest things when I needed it the most. Plus her boobs were super big in real-life and although that counted for a lot, there was just so much more to Emma. I mean, she had these smile lines around her mouth that promised she’d make an amazingly hot senior citizen, the kind of gal you’d just pray would have her walker break down before siesta time, and you’d have to give her a ride home on your electric scooter. I couldn’t hate her if I tried.
Yes, she was that perfect.

Non Friction (excerpt #3) 

The silence between us seemed to last an eternity. As we stared at each other, her fingers reached toward mine and traced long lines on my hand. We didn’t hug, didn’t really say anything else until it was goodbye. No happily ever after, not today.

“I wasn’t wrong about us,” she said, her voice hard and determined. But because there were words attached to that voice of hers, I didn’t place a whole lot of trust in them. “Morgan, I love you. No matter what happens, whether you hate me and never speak with me or see me again, I will always love you and the time we shared. And because of this love, I will always be waiting for you, just like Olivia waits until the end of time for Oliver. I’ll be there, always waiting, always for you.” She smiled at that point, and the sadness and doubt from earlier was gone.

“Goodbye, Emma.” 

“Bye, Morgan.”

Author Bio

Morgan Parker is the pen name of a shy and introverted banker. He currently calls Toronto, Canada his home where he lives with his wife of 10 years and two children, a 9-year old son and a 4-year old daughter (who provided the inspiration for Evelyn in non friction). 

When he’s not writing, Morgan enjoys double-espresso cappuccinos (non-fat of course) at his favourite coffee shop, hiking and travelling.  He also enjoys sleeping. A lot.

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Friday, 22 November 2013


Last but not least is Blood Slave. This book is not about Aaron and Michelle and is offered as a stand alone from the rest, but about a new hunk called Enrique!!

OMG!! What a great book! It truly does stand on it's own!!


Stand Alone With Similarity to the Nightlife Series

Release Date: Dec 23 2012


Her mother named her Esperanza Salvación - Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.
Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.
Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.

Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan's elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?
And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.

My Review as is on Amazon

Nightlife fan, August 11, 2013
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I was looking forward to reading more about Aaron and Michelle, but instead found myself thrown into a story so compelling that my initial irritation soon dissipated. Hope and Enrique combined with a feisty Lia made for a terrific Vampire story. I am not quite sure what they had to do with the Nightlife Series based on Aaron and Michelle, or why this book is part of the series at all, but inevitably I have found myself liking Enrique more than the former characters. His suave, debonair demeanor captivated me and he is by far my favorite Vampire to date.

I pulled my hand out with a wet “plop” sound and a grunt from Lia.  She had wet my whole forearm.  She’s one of those women who squirt, like the ones in porn films.  The smell of our sex permeated the room.  As I walked to the bathroom to wash up, I passed by the mirror and stopped in shock.  A thin line of blood ran down my neck.

“You bit me!  Look at that!”  I pointed at myself in the mirror.  “That is so gross!”

I freaked and ran to the bathroom.  I could feel the warm blood running down my shoulder onto my breast.  “Shit!”  I rummaged through the medicine cabinet for the hydrogen peroxide.

I found it and the triple antibiotic with shaking hands.  Who knows where her mouth had been today, she was eating me out a few minutes ago.

Before I could begin to wipe up the blood she was on me.  “Wait.  Let me take care of it.  It’s my mess, I’ll clean it up.”

Then her slimy wet eel tongue snaked out and licked from my breast all the way up to my neck.  The girl had skills with that tongue.  She could take that tongue on the road and make some serious money in a carnival freak show.

Then it hit me and turned my stomach over in flip flops.  She actually licked up my blood.  And I read it there in her mind plain as can be.  She loved it.  I tasted like a syrup-covered ice cream cone to her.  She’d happily lick me all night long if I let her, as long as I kept on bleeding.

“Eww!  Gross!  Oh god, that’s so nasty!”

I almost lost it right there.  I actually gagged for a second, barely swallowed it down.  I kinda have this obsessive-compulsive thing about cleanliness, and blood is definitely unclean in my book.  Blood borne pathogens.  Diseases of the blood.  Hospitals treat it like a damn biohazard.

Lia snickered at my gross-out reaction, like it was all some joke.  But she couldn’t hide the fact she wanted more.  The freak actually thought she was a vampire.

Then she got really weird.  She stared intensely without blinking.  I sensed her trying to somehow take control of me with her creepy stare.  The chick was really weird, a little too weird for my tastes.  The sex was fabulous, but I couldn’t deal with the blood thing.  Just straight up sick.  I may be an escort from a third world country, but I do have standards.

She kept staring at me, had been staring at me for some time.  Then she spoke in a weird commanding monotone, “Tell me your name.”

The sad truth is I didn’t really want her to be a stranger.  As odd as it sounds, I wanted her to come back, and not for the generous tip.  I wanted more of those screaming orgasms.  I’m not normally a screamer, but she had a way of bringing it out of me.

So, against my better judgment, ignoring the creepy aspects of everything that had gone down so far, I gave her what she wanted.  “My name is Hope.”

I have never told anyone in America my real name.  Esperanza Salvación just sounds so south-of-the-border.  ‘Hope’ has a nice ring to it, one syllable.  I delude myself into believing that if I can drop my Colombian accent, employ flawless English and use the name Hope, I can somehow rise above my humble beginnings.

Lia started in on me with that eerie command voice.  “Hope, you will not remember our meeting or this conversation.  You’re feeling tired.  You feel like sleeping.  You need to rest.”

This shit was getting old fast.  “I get it.  You don’t need to repeat yourself.  I’m not stupid.  I’ve been doing this a long time.  I know the score.  I’ll never tell anyone you were here.  We’ve never met before, yada, yada, yada.  I know the routine.”

Lia didn’t care for my attitude.  She came at me again with that same monotone crap.  “You will not remember our meeting.  We have never met before.  You will not remember that I bit you and tasted your blood.”

“Whatever.  It was gross.  But don’t worry about it.  I’m not gonna say anything to anybody.  It didn’t happen.  This is our little secret.  I respect your privacy.  Actually … I was hoping you might want to see me again …”

I’d given this speech to dozens of cops, business men, politicians, even a priest.  Everyone who’s someone of importance out in the community needs reassurance their freaky romp with an escort will remain confidential.  I’m not into blackmail or extortion or anything stupid like that.  It’s nasty business that never ends well.  I have seen it done by the cartel to others less fortunate.  Plus, being illegal, it wouldn’t be hard to get me deported.

She did not look pleased.  I tried to put her at ease.  “You already gave me a two hundred dollar tip, so I’m cool.  And I really would like to see you again …”

She started looking at me funny, her head turned sideways, like I was the freak.  I dug into her mind to see what the hell.  She’d become extremely irritated over something.

“You’re a special kind of girl, aren’t you?”

She was trying to defocus her vision to see something else, off to the side of my head.  Some kind of hazy color spectrum.

“Yes you are …”  Her voice trailed off.  She flipped like that into a raging-bull hatred.  She pegged me with this totally wicked I-want-to kill-you-and-dance-on-your-corpse look.  “You Bitch!  You’re digging around in my head, you bitch!”

I caught it a split second before she hit me, and I reacted.  I flinched away, stepped back out of her reach, except she hadn’t moved.

“Gotcha, didn’t I?  I knew it.”  Her lip curled into a snarl.

“What?  What’s your problem?”

Then I finally understood.  She had been trying to hypnotize me into ignorance.  When she realized it wasn’t working, she began to suspect I had some kind of psychic sensitivity, a telepath, or clairvoyant.  I had just proven her right by reacting to her thoughts rather than her actions.

Staring at me with her head cocked sideways, she recognized something about this weird color she thought she could see, something yellow-gold in my aura.  That decided it for her.

“You already know way too much about me don’t you.”  She had this half-smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.  But I think it’s time you should go.”

I presented a dilemma.  If I couldn’t be hypnotized into forgetting, and I had read her mind, what to do with me?  The thought came to her instantly.  A toothy grin slid across her face.  She would probably have to kill me to contain the situation.


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This is just too poetic for words! Right as September ended the book September Ends was released!
As part of Lady Amber's Tours I am yet again PROUD AS PUNCH to tell you about this book!!

September Ends is the book to have this season!! It's a multi-genre, intelligent read bound to impress.
Join me as we wave hello to September Ends!

Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.
A secret betrayal with no time for revenge. The mystery unravels to reveal the magic of love.
September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption, and salvation through love, because love happens when we least expect it.



Novelist. Exile on Peachtree Street.
Lover of all the finer things in life.
The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. I was always a complex kid. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. Since then, I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.
Currently, I have a music/entertainment blog My debut novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, was published in 2012. I have a series of sexy vignettes on Amazon called Tales from a New Amsterdam. Moon Rose Publishing included my novella, Magic in Memphis, in their anthology, A Celtic Tapestry in March 2013.
Edgar Allan Poe and Anne Rice have always fascinated me, although like any Southern girl, I will always idolize Margaret Mitchell for writing Gone With The Wind. I also adore the works of John Grisham, and own a huge selection of his books. I live in Atlanta, Georgia with my husband, my books, too many clothes, too many shoes and way too many stacks of notepads and journals. 


This novel is written in collaboration with an anonymous English poet. He wants no attention. In blogs, he only asks to be recognized as the secretive collaborator from London. We have never meet and we only communicate electronically and have no personal ties. His privacy and art are more important than anything. I can share with you that his published works are critically acclaimed artist.

TWITTER: @huntersjones101


This is a must have on your shelf!!  

Thursday, 21 November 2013


Oui!! J'aime la France!!

I was in Paris, France when I read this book and what a glorious way to enhance a trip of a lifetime!! I can't quite say that my French improved, but the language of luuuuvv was spoken...A LOT!!!


Vampire master Michelle, and her slave, Aaron Pilan, flee to Paris, leaving behind the slaughter in Las Vegas. Aaron made the costly mistake of taking a bloodslave, and then married her. The tragedy of his wife's death has driven a rift between them and Michelle is desperate to heal the breach.
Struggling with his predatory alter ego, Aaron is fractious, rebelling against his master. He desires another bloodslave, and that Michelle cannot allow. She opens her heart and soul to Aaron and he relives, through her memories, her dark, gritty tale of survival in the savagery of WWII Paris under the German occupation. Michelle's staggering revelations are deeply disturbing. The confrontation of master versus slave comes full circle as the couple faces death and separation.
And they are not alone in Paris. An investigator has followed them from Vegas seeking the unique gifts of Michelle’s blood. He’s watching and waiting for the opportunity to make his move against them.



A Scene from Nightlife Paris, the third of the Nightlife Series Novels.
  “Do you have any flights leaving New York after sunset that arrive in Paris before sunrise?”  Aaron Pilan stared unblinking at the travel agent, assaulting her with the full bore of his gaze.
  “No sir, not commercial flights.  I’m not sure about the charter flights.”
  Aaron glanced at the nameplate on her desk and tried a more personal approach.  “Penelope, I need your help.”  He drilled into her mind with his telepathic probe, digging through her thoughts and emotions.  “How long is a flight to Paris?”
  “Well … it’s a seven hour flight at minimum, but the time zones …”  He read Penelope’s every thought with ease.  His eyes seemed to swallow her very soul with the wondrous intensity of his gaze.  She fell under his spell in a matter of seconds.  “Um … Paris is six hours ahead of New York, so it’s really thirteen hours …”
  “Help me, Penelope.  Help me find a flight that leaves by 7:30 p.m. and arrives by 7:00 a.m. in Paris.”
  His eyes owned her as he read her mind.  She couldn’t imagine disagreeing with him.  She would give him anything – her heart, her body, her soul – just to know the truth behind his eyes.  He read her infatuation as she moistened between the legs, staring at him like a love-struck teenager.
  “Um … one of the Gulfstream charters might be able to do that.”  She thought hard, considering one company in particular that would fly anyone anywhere, under any circumstances, for the right price.
  “I knew you could help me.”
   He took her hand and she wet her underwear in anticipation.  A blush of rosy heat crept up her face and her little pink tongue darted out to swipe her dry lips.  Her desire to be kissed flooded her mind, washing over him as he sifted through her thoughts.  She focused on the gleaming white teeth of his smile, and he knew she wished he’d drag her into the alcove and have her up against the wall.  Too easy.  He could bend her over the kiosk right there.
   He read all her fantasies, a series of delightfully wicked things she hoped for.  Uncomfortably hot and bothered by his brief touch, Penelope’s fingers moved unsteadily over the keyboard.  She tried not to look at him, but she couldn’t help herself.
  She cleared her throat. “Executive Pathways can expedite a transcontinental flight tomorrow night for $16,000.  Oh wow, that’s really expensive, but they’ll leave whenever you like.  Are you sure we can’t make one of these commercial flights work?  I can get you first class at a discount …”
  “No thanks.  I’ll take the charter.”  His exacting flight schedule could not be compromised.
She continued trying to dissuade him.  “It’s only a couple hours difference ...” 
Two hours made all the difference.  Vampires don’t do daylight.  “I need two tickets.”
  “Two?  But there’s no discount for the second ticket …”
  He followed her mind as she imagined accompanying him overseas.  A foreign rendezvous, endless hours of sex in a French hotel suite.  She’d let him do anything he wanted, repeatedly.
  Michelle arrived, slipping her arm around him intimately.  Gorgeous, blonde, glamorous, she could’ve been a model fresh off the runway.  Penelope’s fantasy crashed and burned, the screams of dying dreams echoing in her ears.
  He smiled at her again, and winked.  “We’ll take two tickets.”
  Penelope swallowed her demolished pride.  He felt a twinge of sympathy as Penelope realized she could never compete with a woman like Michelle.  His master was so beautiful it hurt to look at her.
  “That’s $34,945.00 with taxes and fees.  How will you be paying for that?”  Penelope’s eyes kept drifting to the fabulous blonde draped around him.
  He handed over his gold card, the plastic so new and shiny it still smelled of Las Vegas.       Well over six figures backed that account from his nights as a high roller in Vegas.
  She swiped his card and managed to smile without faltering.  It touched him that Penelope wondered why she couldn’t have a man like him in her life.  And then she glanced at  Michelle under his arm, and she knew those women always stole all the Aarons for themselves.  Penelope would have to make do scrounging for leftovers.
  He leaned towards her, stealing her breath with his proximity.  “Penelope, why don’t you join us for a drink when you’re off work?”
  He followed her thoughts as she asked the question, is he worth sharing?
  “I promise you won’t regret it.”  He smiled again.
  She bit her lower lip in anticipation.  Yes, he was worth sharing, and the blonde might be fun too …

My Review as is on Amazon

 5.0 out of 5 stars My favorite in the series so far, August 7, 2013
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I am not going to give away any spoilers here, so let me just tell you that this was my favorite in The Nightlife Series. Read New York and Las Vegas to appreciate everything that transpires in this book.