Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Big Bad Bite Blog Tour!!

Big Bad Bite
Jessie Lane

What would it be like to live in a world where you are considered abnormal to those who are above the norm?

Jenna O’ Conner has been taught her whole life to hide from everyone. Never to let anyone to close enough to know that she would prefer a shotgun for her birthday over of a bouquet of roses. She’s been smothered by her over protective family so that no one learns what she truly is. Which is not human. Nor, is she considered the norm for the supernatural Other community that is benevolent enough to share this world with the humans.
In a desperate attempt to live her own life away from the small town she was raised in, Jenna obtains her dream job as the newest member on the Wilmington Police Department’s SWAT Team. What she didn’t predict was that she would run into trouble her first day on the job, in the form of a deadly, mouthwatering man named Adam McPhee. Who is also not human, but more like a wolf walking around in human skin. He’s determined to figure out exactly what Jenna is, which unbeknownst to him, could very well put her life in danger. He’s also determined to have her all to himself.
As if that wasn’t enough for Jenna to deal with, bad news blows into town. A group of extremist Shifters who think humans are cattle and factions of Others worldwide should stay within their own species - never to intermingle. Chaos ensues. Jenna has to find a way to shut them down, but in the process of trying to do that, discovers things about herself that even she never thought was possible.
Who said the wolf was what you had to worry about?
Welcome to the real world.

My Review  
Wow! What a great story!! Jenna is so freakin' cool - she's definitely no 'damsel in distress'.  Even as she learns things about herself and her world that she never could have imagined, she handles it and kicks some ass in the process.  Adam immediately adds a little unexpected spice to her life.  You can just feel the power rolling off of that sexy body when he comes onto the scene.  He's a dominant wolf  inside and out, until he meets Jenna.  She just may have the power to tame his inner beast.  The whole story is filled with action and surprise, and some intense romance that will get your blood boiling.  It was so easy to get drawn into the Other world and now I can't wait to see what comes next for Jenna!

*This book contains adult content and is not for YA readers.*

~ Here's a humorous excerpt for your enjoyment ~

The house had seemed so much bigger to her before she parked two shifters and a demon in the living room. Now with the three large-bodied men huddled in the room, she felt damn near claustrophobic. Her Uncle and brother were smashed next to each other on her small dove gray loveseat while Kent occupied her only other sitting option in the room, a vibrant suede purple tufted armchair. The look of barely suppressed disgust on his face at having to sit in what he had announced was “a girly monstrosity that no man should ever have to suffer, in the house of his newest partner who he expected to have better taste no less.”  At least that was the reason he would give his therapist for the nightmares he was sure to endure.
Jenna just thought the whole damn thing was hysterical. In the chair that her Mama had gifted her sat a five foot eleven inch, two hundred pound, leanly muscled, smooth talking, lady killer with a easy confidence that landed him firmly in the egotistical category. But at the moment, a lady killer that would probably rather abstain from sex for an entire month than sit in Jenna’s girly chair. She could tell that the only thing that equaled Kent’s repulsion for her chair was his surprise that she would even own the chair. Sure, she liked being a cop and generally did mental happy dances whenever she was able to outperform her testosterone-laden coworkers who presumed she was going to be more of a hindrance than a help because of her carrying reproductive organs. She also liked to play with guns, and could shoot almost any gun she could get her hands on at an expert level, when most women would rather get a pedicure than pick up a handgun. But all of that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy some of the feminine ideals of life. Such as pretty furniture that was also super comfortable. You’d never catch her with anything pink in her house, but that purple chair with its lush velvet fabric was her favorite piece of furniture to curl up in after a long day at work. The fact that it made her partner uncomfortable to sit in, as if the level of girliness would rub off on him, was a bonus. He was acting like it was only a matter of time before someone would walk into the living room and demand his man card back.
And now, I have a very special guest on the blog today - Jenna's very own Mama, Mrs. O'Connors.
Hello, Mrs. O’Conner.  Thank you for stopping by the blog.  Would you like to tell us a little bit about yourself?

Hello there, JLynn! So, you want tae know a little about me? Aye, ok then. I was born in the green rolling hills of Ireland, but immigrated to America with a lot of my countrymen, and my family, during the Great Famine, or also known as the Irish Potato Famine. Ah, ah, ah… don’t ask the question you’re getting ready tae ask. I’ll never tell you my age, and as far as I’m concerned I’ll always be a vibrant 30.

How do you feel about your only daughter having such a dangerous job as being on the swat team?

My wee Jenna is my only child, and she is an extremely rare hybrid. She’s half demon and half wolf shifter.  She can crush your average two hundred pound human man as easily as you can kill a bug. So, I don’t worry about her in the sense that she’ll get hurt, but more towards the fact that I’m scared she’ll accidentally out herself to the wee humans. It would be a hard thing to cover up or explain away if she lost her temper and used her telekinetic powers to throw a garbage can at an escaping suspect’s head, now wouldn’t it?

Tell us a little about Jenna as a child, was she a good girl or a complete terror?

Jenna was overall a good girl, but she had her moments.  Like the time she got mad at me when she was sixteen, and I told her that she couldn’t date a local boy who had asked her out while we were at the grocery store.  So tae get back at me, she shifted tae her wolf, went hunting in the forest, and killed a wee rabid raccoon she’d noticed the day before. She then stuck that little bugger underneath my bed tae rot. It took me forever tae figure out what that awful smell was in my room. Hormonal teenage shifters can be a nightmare. It was hard tae be mad at her for it though. You see, she was just acting out of loneliness. Who could blame a lass for that?

What about Jenna’s father, anything you can tell us about him? 

Jenna’s father was a bit of a charmer. We knew it would never work out between us long term because he was Pack Master of the United States for the wolves, and I’m from a strong blood-lined demon aristocracy. Our little Jenna was unexpected, but her father loved her very much. It was why he stayed away for her safety.

Ok, now let’s get back to you, what was your childhood like?  When did you learn to use your powers?

My childhood was the stuff dreams are made of. Growing up in Ireland before all of this blasted technology was invented seems like a fairytale now. My family had a size-able home with servants and plenty of livestock. I grew up a bit pampered, but my parents trained my brother Rick and I mercilessly so that we could uphold the family name. My power developed a bit earlier than most of my kind’s normally do, so I started training after they appeared when I was fifteen. By the time I was sixteen, I could levitate a horse. And by the time I was seventeen I could levitate our home.

I’ve heard you are pretty powerful; can you give us a little demonstration of what you can do?

Well, my lovely JLynn, I could pick up your car with my mind, hurtle it through the air several blocks over from its original location, and never break a sweat. Needless tae say, you never want to see me pissed off.

Thank you so much for stopping by.  Anything else you would like for us to know before you go? 

Oh, thank you so much for having me, lovely JLynn! It’s been a pleasure talking with you today. I guess the last thing tae say, is to tell all your lovely readers who enjoy adult paranormal romance, that they should take a peek at my wee Jenna’s story in Big Bad Bite by Jessie Lane. If they don’t, well, warn them not to ask where those strange dents came from on their precious vehicles. I’m sure I would never do such a thing… even if that is how I convinced the ladies of ‘Jessie Lane’ to write her story.

~ Meet the ladies of Jessie Lane ~

Author Bio:

Jessie Lane is the writing team of Melissa Pahl and Crystal Leo. The two sister-in-laws share a passionate love of naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them. Because really, it is ALL about the characters. (They're kind of megalomaniacs - but don't tell them that we said that.) 

     Crystal and Melissa often live half their lives with their heads in the clouds dreaming of alpha military hunks, werewolves and kick ass heroines crazy enough to chase after creatures that they unquestionably should know better than to chase. 

    Their first YA novel, The Burning Star, was released in May 2012. Big Bad Bite is their second novel, but their first adult paranormal romance. They are now working on their next two novels, Walk On The Striped Side and Secret Maneuvers. With these projects underway, they are looking forward to showing the rest of the world their crazy stories, heroes and heroines that often plague their minds until written, and hope you will join them on their journey! 

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Website: http://jessielanesite.blogspot.com/

 Big Bad Bite – Release date set for January 28, 2013

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Don't Fear the Reaper (Netherworld #1) by Michelle Muto

Grief-stricken by the murder of her twin, Keely Morrison is convinced suicide is her ticket to eternal peace and a chance to reunite with her sister. When Keely succeeds in taking her own life, she discovers death isn’t at all what she expected. Instead, she’s trapped in a netherworld on Earth and her only hope for reconnecting with her sister and navigating the afterlife is a bounty-hunting reaper and a sardonic, possibly unscrupulous, demon. But when the demon offers Keely her greatest temptation—revenge on her sister’s murderer—she must uncover his motives and determine who she can trust. Because, as Keely soon learns, both reaper and demon are keeping secrets and she fears the worst is true—that her every decision will change how, and with whom, she spends eternity.
Synopsis courtesy of Goodreads. 

My Review 
Wow! That was pretty intense! When I read that the story begins when the main character committing suicide, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I was afraid she would kill herself & be rewarded with an exciting paranormal adventure. But that is not the way it works at all. Keely soon learns that taking her life doesn't end her suffering at all, in fact it's only the beginning! And although she has a reaper & a demon to keep her company, how can she possibly know who to trust in the afterlife? This whole story was very dark & intense, but definitely had me zooming through the pages to see what would come next!


Chapter One:

I repeated my version of the psalm as I watched the ribbon of blood drift from my wrist. I’d hoped it would be a distraction—something to stop me from wondering what my sister’s dying thoughts had been. Exhaling slowly, I let the emptiness consume me.
Jordan had kept my secrets and I had kept hers. In the end, it came down to just one secret between us that took her life. Now, it would take mine. I should have said something, but nothing I said or did now could bring her back or make anyone understand what she meant to me.
Are you here, Jordan? Are you with me? Tell me about heaven...
I told myself Jordan was gone, never coming back, but her memories continued to haunt me. I had no idea if there even was an afterlife. If God existed, I was convinced he had given up on me. Not once did I sense he’d heard a single one of my prayers. I wasn’t asking for the world—I only wanted to know if my sister was safe and at peace. What was so hard about that?
She should still be here. It wasn’t fair.
I’d been the difficult one—much more than Jordan. For a while, I’d even gotten into drugs. Mom and Dad had worried I’d get Jordan into drugs, too. But I wouldn’t. Not ever. Besides, that part of my life had been over long before Jordan’s death. A small gargoyle tattoo on my left shoulder was all that remained of my previous lifestyle.
Mom and Dad started treating me differently after Jordan’s funeral two months ago. She and I were twins, so I understood how hard it was for them to look at me and not see her. Sometimes, they wouldn’t look at me at all. Mom went to the psychiatrist, but no one asked if I needed to talk to someone about what happened. No one asked if I needed sleeping pills or antidepressants. Yeah, sure. Don’t give the former addict pills of any sort.
Not one person saw the all-consuming suffering that gnawed at my soul. Why couldn’t anyone see? Jordan had been more than my sister—she’d been my Samson, my strength. I would have done anything for her, and yet, I’d failed her. I wasn’t the one who’d killed her, but I might as well have been. How could I ever live with that? My heart had a stillness to it since her death.
I shall fear no evil.
I couldn’t very well recite the first part of Psalm 23 because it said I shall not want, and I did want. I wanted to go back in time. I wanted my sister back. Clearly, goodness and mercy were never going to be part of my life ever again. In my mind, I saw myself walking through the iron gates of hell with demons cackling gleefully all around.
I didn’t want to die. Not really. I was just tired and didn’t know of another way to stop the pain. Doctors removed a bad appendix. Dentists pulled rotten teeth. What was I supposed to do when my very essence hurt, when the cancer I’d come to call depression made every decent memory agonizingly unbearable?
Before I’d gotten down to cutting my wrist (I managed to only cut one), I’d taken a few swigs of Dad’s tequila—the good kind he kept in the basement freezer. I’d used another swig or two to chase down the remainder of Mom’s sleeping pills in the event I failed to hit an artery or vein. Then I’d set the bottle on the ledge of the tub in case I needed further liquid encouragement. Instead of using a knife or a razor, I attached a cutting blade to my Dad’s Dremel. The Dremel was faster, I reasoned. More efficient.
It would have been easier to OD, I suppose. But I felt closer to my sister this way, to suffer as she’d suffered.
I recited the line from Psalms 23 again. It had become my personal mantra.
The words resonated in my parents’ oversized bathroom. I’d chosen theirs because the Jacuzzi tub was larger than the tub in the hall bathroom. Jordan and I used to take bubble baths together in this same tub when we were little.
Innocence felt like a lifetime ago. I searched the bathroom for bubble bath but came up short. Soap might have made the laceration hurt more so it was probably just as well. Besides, the crimson streaming from my wrist like watercolor on silk was oddly mesmerizing.
The loneliness inside proved unrelenting, and the line from the psalms made me feel better. I prayed for the agony inside me to stop. I argued with God. Pleaded. But after all was said and done, I just wanted the darkness to call me home.
I tried not to think of who would find my body or who’d read the note I’d left. I blamed myself not only for failing Jordan, but for failing my parents, too.
My lifeline to this existence continued to bleed out into the warm water. Killing myself had been harder than I’d imagined. I hadn’t anticipated the searing fire racing through my veins. I reached for the tequila with my good arm but couldn’t quite manage. Tears welled in my eyes.
Part of me foolishly felt Jordan was here. The other part feared she wasn’t.
Give me a sign, Sis. Just one.
I imagined seeing my parents at my funeral—their gaunt faces, red-eyed and sleepless. How could I do this to them? Wasn’t the devastation of losing one child enough?
No. Stop. A voice in my head screamed. Don’t do this. Don’t. Please...
I shifted my body, attempted to get my uncooperative legs under me. I could see the phone on my parents’ nightstand. I could make it that far. Had to. The voice was right. I didn’t want to do this. I felt disorientated, dizzy. Darkness crept along the edges of my vision. Focusing became difficult. A sweeping shadow of black caught my attention. Someone stood in the bathroom—not my sister. A man. Had I managed to call 911? I couldn’t remember getting out of the tub. And why’d I get back in? Did I use a towel?
Mom is going to be pissed when she sees the blood I’ve tracked all over the bedroom carpet.
“I’m sorry,” I told the man in black.
“It’s okay, Keely. Don’t be afraid.” Not my father’s voice. It was softer, with a hint of sorrow. Distant. Fleeting. Later, I’d feel embarrassed about this, but for now I was safe from the nothing I’d almost become. My teeth clattered from the chill. My eyelids fluttered in time with my breaths. The tub water had turned the color of port wine. The ribbons, the pretty, red watercolor ribbons were gone.
Dull gray clouded my sight.
A voice whispered to me, and my consciousness floated to the surface again.
“—okay, Keely.”
Cold. So cold.
“I’m right here.”
There was no fear in me as the man bent forward, his face inches from mine. He was my father’s age, and yet strangely older. His eyes were so...blue, almost iridescent. The irises were rimmed in a fine line of black, and the creases etched at the corners reminded me of sunbeams as he gave me a weak smile. The oddly. Dressed. Paramedic. A warm hand reached into the water and cradled mine. My fingers clutched his. I sighed, feeling myself floating, drifting. Light—high and intense exploded before me. No! Too much. Too much! I shuddered and labored to catch my breath, but it wouldn’t come.
Finally, the comfort of darkness rose to greet me.

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Review & Giveaway for Release (The Protector #3) by M.R. Merrick

Release (The Protector #3)
M.R. Merrick

Review & Giveaway

After uniting the shifters and calling in reinforcements, Chase has to face his toughest challenge yet: learning to control his emotions. But as tensions rise and his powers grow, controlling his emotions becomes the least of his problems.

Terrorized by a multi-shifter who is hell-bent on turning him, Chase questions just how far he’s willing to go to stop his father. Meanwhile, Tiki’s virtuous nature has placed him in the middle of Vincent’s past, leaving Chase to oppose a senate of vampires and defend a demon he hates.

Trying to balance his friends, his enemies, and his inner demons, Chase is left searching for answers about the Mark, his destiny, and where he can find the next soul piece. Stopping Riley is his top priority, but as more obstacles arise, he finds himself doubting all the decisions he’s made - especially regarding Rayna.

One thing is for certain: Chase has finally realized that he doesn’t know anything. The light doesn’t always quell the darkness, the monsters don’t always stay in the shadows, and the past doesn’t always stay in the past - sometimes, the demons inside are the hardest to fight.
(Synopsis courtesy of Goodreads)

My Review  
Wow!  This is just one of those stories that keeps getting better and better!  The more I read, the more I’m drawn into Chase’s world and am personally devastated by his losses.  I can’t tell you how many times this book made me want to scream, “Is anything ever going to go right for this guy??”  I mean, I can feel his determination and frustration as things continue to come against him.  Nothing keeps him down for long, though.  He’s stronger than any of his enemies believe.  His friends are loyal and have faith in him as the Protector, even when he wants to doubt himself.  I absolutely love Raina, too.  She is definitely an independent girl who can take of herself but she is fiercely loyal and loving once her heart is in it.  She has also had to go through so many changes but she always seems to come out better no matter how much pain she has to go through.  At the moment, my eyes are still filled with tears and I will be pulling my hair out while I’m forced to wait for the continuation of this story.  

And now for the Giveaway...

Grande Prize Pack (3 Winners)
3x Signed paperbacks (Exiled, Shift, Release)
3x Signed 8x10 posters (Exiled, Shift, Release)
5x Bookmarks
1x Notebook (Winner’s choice of cover)
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Runner-up Prize Pack (5 Winners)
1x Signed paperback (Winner’s choice of Exiled, Shift, or Release) with signed poster
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Release eBooks
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1x The Protector magnet
Winners will be chosen as followsFirst 3 names drawn from Rafflecopter will get the grand prize. The following 5 names get the runner-up prize. The following 10 names win ebook copies of Release, and the final 10 names win the swag pack.

There will also be multiple opportunities to win signed paperbacks, signed posters, notebooks, swag packs, and bookmarks throughout the tour on both Twitter (@MRMerrick) and my Facebook Fan Page .

  Good Luck & Happy Reading!! 

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A huge THANKS to M.R. Merrick and Stuckinbooks.com for allowing me to help with this tour!!

Friday, January 11, 2013

Cover Reveal & Giveaway!!

One Tiny Secret Cover Reveal & Giveaway!

Just one tiny secret…has the potential to ruin everything.

Being the daughter of the sheriff in a small town like Holden Ridge means that Danielle “Dani” Marks’ life is under constant surveillance. She’s made a habit of staying under the radar by being a floater between social circles at school, and up until now this has kept her out of trouble, but that’s all about to change.
After a missing persons case stirs up the entire town, Dani finds herself caught right in the middle of the scandal. When she’s labeled as a possible suspect, things quickly go from bad to worse. Not to mention the resurfacing of an old flame, in the form of her ex-best friend’s swoon-worthy older brother, only makes matters more complicated.
Then an elusive person begins to blackmail Dani by threatening to reveal her deepest secrets if she doesn't cooperate. When she refuses to play along, the person’s actions take a violent turn, and the quaint town of Holden Ridge completely loses its false sense of security.
Who can Dani turn to? Who can she really trust when anyone around her could be a suspect? One thing’s for certain though…never underestimate the power of one tiny secret.

Other Details:

One Tiny Secret is set to release this Spring!

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C.A. Kunz

Carol and Adam Kunz make up the mom and son author duo, C.A. Kunz. They thoroughly enjoy writing about things that go bump in the night, thrilling teen mysteries, and action-packed dystopian romances while drinking massive amounts of English breakfast tea and Starbucks coffee. This author pair currently reside forty-five minutes away from each other in the sunny state of Florida. To find out more about this duo and their books visit their blog, or find them on Facebook and Twitter!


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