THROWN FOR A CURVE by Sugar Jamison

Title: Thrown for a Curve
Author: Sugar Jamison
Series: Perfect Fit #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Released: 25 Feb 2014

Back Blurb:

WHEN YOU’RE A big girl

Cherri has often wished she were thin and graceful like a ballerina instead of being a six-foot-tall blonde with curves that require serious caution. Surely a charming Irishman like her new boss Colin, with his throaty brogue and to-die-for bod, would never go for someone like Cherri. Unless maybe he’s looking for the exact opposite of a delicate lass?  

 

There’s more of you to love

When Colin hired Cherri to work in his furniture-restoration shop, he had his eyes, first and foremost, on her artistic talents. But now he can’t help but see Cherri for the lush, spirited beauty that she is…and, soon enough, he finds himself mixing business with pleasure. But Cherri turns out to be more vulnerable than she appears. Is she in need of more than Colin can give? Or could it be that a feeling stronger than lust has him thrown for a curve?



Review:                                                                         


This is the first book by Sugar Jamison that I have gotten my hands on and I'm really glad I did. I loved her voice -  quirky and full of wit and humour. The story tells one of acceptance, family and love.

I enjoyed the narrative and tone of the story. It had me laughing out loud and enjoying the dialogue between characters - especially the grandmother and lead. But what had me hesitating was the relationship between Cherri and Colin. I loved the interaction between them in the first half. Colin secretly pining for the Cherri who he thinks is out of his reach was cute. But I felt that towards the end things just got so complicated but could have been solved so easily with better communication. But aside from that it was a good read. 

Also a side note, Grandma Baba was amazing. She gave this story something special and her scenes were always hilarious!

This is part of a series but it can totally be read as a stand alone. A light and humorous read. You will be surprised with some of the revelations sprung on us in the book but that's what keeps you on your toes. 




Excerpt:                                                                 

“Colin?”
He looked up at the sound of a female voice calling his name. Cherri stood in the
doorway of his shop, bundled up in a hat, her homemade scarf, and a puffy coat.
His heart malfunctioned at the sight of her, performing some kind of stupid
squeezing thumping thing.
Something was wrong. She had never stepped foot in his territory before.
“Cherri?”
He took two steps toward her before stopping. She held some sort of wooden box
in her hands. It was in pieces, and judging by the look on her face she wasn’t too
far from fall- ing to pieces herself.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, his mind chanted. He wasn’t sure he could take it
today.
She looked unsure for a moment, taking a step backward. “Are you busy? I—I
don’t want to bother you if you are.”
“Come here, love.” He stayed frozen as he watched her come toward him. Even in
a too-puffy coat that hid far too much of her body, she was lovely to look at as she
crossed his shop.
“I can’t pay you much,” she said, handing the pieces of the broken box to him.
“But do you think you might be able to make it play again?”
She looked so innocent, so heartbroken, as if somebody had stomped on her
favorite toy. “You don’t have to pay me anything, you daft girl.” With his head he
motioned toward the stool he kept at his workbench. “Sit. I’ll take a look at it.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, flashing him those pretty dimples of hers. “Baba was so
upset that she dropped it. I want to make it whole for her.”
He had yet to examine the box or to focus on her words. He was too busy
watching her strip out of her winter gear. Under it she wore a pink cardigan with a
white tank top that was just low-cut enough that he could make out the tops of her
buttermilk-colored breasts. A voice, probably his conscience, ordered his eyes
upward.
She’s not what you need right now.
His gaze traveled to her head and the ugly wool hat she wore on it. It was the last
to go, and he stared as her rowdy mane of golden hair tumbled to her shoulders. She really had no idea how beautiful she was. No clue. He had heard her say that
she was built like a lumberjack but all he saw was a tall curvy goddess. Even with
her cheeks red from the cold and her eyes glossy from the wind she was lovely. It
made him forget that she was the last person he should be attracted to.
“What?” Her emerald-colored eyes widened and her cheeks darkened with
embarrassment. “If you tell me I have snot on my face I’ll die.”
“No.” He chuckled. “I was wondering if you walked here. You look a bit like a
Cherri Popsicle.”
That I would like to lick.
He mentally castigated himself for that one. He lost all common sense around her.
“I did walk here. But I walk everywhere and it’s not be- cause I own the world’s
shittiest car. Walking helps me keep my big bottom from spreading into a huge
one.”
But I like fat-bottomed girls.
Colin kept his mouth shut to make sure his inappropriate response didn’t come
out. An image of her very curvy be- hind shot into his mind and . . . Knock it off!
He shook his head and finally looked at the box. “So you’ve brought me a music
box.” He studied it for a few moments. It was factory- made, mostly cheap wood.
There was nothing spectacular about it except for the intricate pink roses painted
on the lid. That alone made the box worth saving.
“Beautiful.” He glanced up at Cherri. “You wouldn’t happen to know who painted
this? This is some of the best detail work I’ve ever seen.”
She beamed at him, dimples flashing, skin glowing. He gulped. “I painted it.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Her eyes lit. “Dorky art major. Remember? My painting skills make up for my
lack of beauty and grace.”
“You’re very beautiful, Cherri,” he said without thinking. “I don’t think you
realize how exquisite you are.”
“Exquisite?” She laughed that deep throaty laugh of hers, and heat unfurled in his
gut. “You must get a lot of ass.”
“What?” Her statement knocked him off guard. “Ass? Tail? Panties dropping? Any of those ring a bell? I’m saying that you must
have a lot of women trying to have sex with you. Probably some men, too.”
The blood rushed out of his brain as soon as the word sex formed on her lips.
Shit.
She was just twenty-two years old. And in the two years he had known her, he had
never seen her date. He had never seen her with a guy. She was mature for her age
but she had this innocence around her. And yet something about hearing those
words come from her mouth made his remaining brain cells malfunction. She was
the only woman he had a hard time keeping his cool around. He was more than
just attracted to her and he wasn’t sure why.
“For fuck’s sake, Cherri, where the hell did that question come from?”
She waved a dismissing hand at him. “Oh, don’t tell me you don’t know. The
brogue, the pretty words, not to mention the way you look, all make you deity-like
with your sex appeal. You probably don’t have to work hard to get women to drop
their drawers.”
No, he never did. Using his hands and getting women to fall into bed were the
only things he excelled at. He was like his pop that way. It took running into an ex
whose name he couldn’t remember to show him that. So many women. So many
empty I love yous. It never took away that empty feeling in his chest. He promised
himself he wouldn’t say those words again unless he meant it.
“But you don’t have to use any of that charm on me. I won’t fall for it. Well . . .
Not too hard,” he heard her say when he tuned back into the conversation.

All For You by Jessica Scott Launch Day BLITZ + Giveaway


I'm excited to participate in the Launch Day Blitz for the talented Jessica Scott. ALL FOR YOU releases today people. It's the fourth book in her Coming Home series but you can totally read it as a stand alone. Sexy military men, strong heroines make for a delectable treat. 




ALL FOR YOU by Jessica Scott (February 4, 2014; Forever)

Can a battle-scarred warrior . . .

Stay sober. Get deployed. Lead his platoon. Those are the only things that matter to Sergeant First Class Reza Iaconelli. What he wants is for everyone to stay out of his way; what he gets is Captain Emily Lindberg telling him how to deal with his men. Fort Hood's newest shrink is smart as a whip and sexy as hell. She's also full of questions-about the army, its soldiers, and the agony etched on Reza's body and soul.

. . . open his heart to love?

Emily has devoted her life to giving soldiers the care they need-and deserve. Little does she know that means facing down the fierce wall of muscle that is Sergeant Iaconelli like it's just another day at the office. When Reza agrees to help her understand what makes a soldier tick, she's thrilled. Too bad it doesn't help her unravel the sexy warrior in front of her who stokes her desire and touches a part of her she thought long dead. He's the man who thinks combat is the only escape from the demons that haunt him. The man who needs her most of all . . .


EXCERPT:


It was fate. It had to be. A slow warmth unfurled inside him as the doctor he could not get out of his head looked up at him, her cheeks flushing pink.
         She was all buttoned up at work. Tonight, she looked different. Looser. Unbound.
         Compelling. That’s what she was. Her fire at work. Her refusal to let him bully her. He’d admired her backbone before.
         Tonight, he admired her in an entirely new light. Her hair framed her face in careless curls. He hadn’t expected to see her outside of work. He damn sure hadn’t expected to see her here. An old familiar need rose inside him. A need for touch, human and warm. A need to lose himself for an interlude in sweat and sex and stunning pleasure. He’d given up drinking but women had apparently fallen into that category as well.
         It had been months since he’d felt a woman’s hands on his body.
         This woman was not someone he needed to be talking to at the bar tonight but he found himself walking toward her anyway.
         After the week of confrontation they’d had, he’d be lucky if she didn’t slap him the minute he approached her.
         He could do this. He could talk to a woman without drinking. Right?
         Emily met his gaze as he approached. He almost smiled.
         “Not your usual scene?” he asked, leaning against the bar.
         She shifted, putting a little space between them. That slight reclamation of power. He made a noise of approval in his throat. “I’m surprised you’re talking to me.”
         “I’m surprised you’re here. Shouldn’t you be home reading medical journals or something?” Her cheeks flushed deep pink and he wondered how far down her body that color went.
         She tipped her chin then and looked at him. “Have you been drinking?”
         He looked down at the bottle in his hand. “I don’t drink anymore,” he said quietly. No reason to delve into his abusive history with alcohol. “You?”
“Glass of wine,” she said.
         Reza shrugged and leaned on the bar, taking another pull off his water and being careful not to lean too close. She looked like she’d bolt if he pushed her. “That would explain why you’re talking to me. We haven’t exactly been friendly.”
         Her hair reflected the fading sunlight that filled the room from the wide-open patio doors. He wanted to fist it between his fingers, watch her neck arch for his mouth.
         She motioned toward his bottle with her glass. “‘Anymore’?”
         He simply took another pull off his water. He was going to be damn good and hydrated after tonight. He wondered what she’d do if he leaned a little closer. “Long story.”
         “One you’re not keen on sharing?” she asked. She leaned her cheek on one palm. The sun glinted across her cheek.
         “Let’s just say alcohol and I aren’t on speaking terms. Bad things happen when I drink.” It was nothing to be ashamed of but there it was. Shame wound up his spine and squeezed the air from his lungs. He was just like his dad after all.
         “You say that like giving up alcohol is a bad thing,” Emily said quietly.
         Reza snorted softly. He should have guessed she wouldn’t let it alone. She had stubbornness that could last for days. “It’s not something I’m proud of.”
         Her hand on his forearm startled him. Soft and strong, her fingers pressed into his skin. “But stopping is something to be proud of.”
         Reza stared down at her hand, pale against the dark shadows of his own skin. A long silence hung between them.
         He lifted his gaze to hers.
         “It takes a lot of strength to break with the past,” she said softly.
         “What are you doing?” Her eyes glittered in the setting sun and he thought he caught the sight of the tiniest edge of her lip curling.
         Her fingers slipped from his skin. “Offering my professional support?”
         His lips quirked. “Was that a joke?”
         “Maybe,” she said. “I’m working on developing a biting sense of humor. Defense mechanism against raging asshole commanders.”
         Reza barked out a laugh. “You look different out of uniform,” he said lightly, pressing his advantage at this unexpected truce.
         “So do you.”
         He angled his body toward hers. “You like my makeup?” he asked.
         Her lips parting as she tried to figure out if he was kidding or not. Finally, she cracked the barest hint of a smile.
         Something powerful woke inside him and he moved before he thought about it. He reached for her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. The simple gesture was crushing in its intimacy. Her lips froze in a partial gasp, as though her breath had caught in her throat.
         “Sergeant Iaconelli,” she said quietly, her voice husky. But she didn’t move away. Didn’t flinch from his touch.
         “Reza.” He swallowed the sharp bite of arousal in his blood, more powerful without the haze of alcohol that usually clouded his reactions. “My name is Reza.”
         “Reza.”
         His breath was locked in his lungs, the sound of his name on her lips triggering something dark and powerful and overwhelming.
         He wanted this woman. The woman who’d stood in opposition to him this week. The woman who lifted her chin and stood steadfast between him and his soldiers.
         There was strength in this woman. Strength and courage.
         “I’m Emily.” Her words a rushed breath.
         He lowered his hand, unwilling to push any further than he’d already gone. This was new territory for him. Unfamiliar and strange and filled with potential and fear.
         “It was nice talking to you tonight, Emily,” he said when he could speak.
         He waited for her acknowledgment that she’d heard him. Some slight movement of her head or tip of her chin.
         Instead her throat moved as she swallowed and she blinked quickly, shattering the spell between them.
         He left her then because to push further would challenge the limits of his restraint. He wasn’t ready to fall into bed with someone. No matter how compelling Emily might be.
         He waited and he watched for the rest of the evening. Watched her slip out with her friend, leaving an empty space at the bar.
         Leaving him alone with the fear that included the empty loneliness as well as the cold silence of sobriety.
         His thoughts raced as he made sure his troopers all got home that night, and Teague crashed on his couch.
         He fell into bed later, need and desire twisted up, filling the cold dead space left inside him by the lack of alcohol. A dead space he usually filled with work while deployed. Tonight, though, unfamiliar pleasure hunted his thoughts, whispering that he could still love a woman, that he didn’t have to be drunk to climb into bed with someone.
         But Emily wasn’t a random someone.
         And she was so far out of his league, it wasn’t even funny. Even if there was some sexual attraction there, she wasn’t likely to go slumming with a burned-out infantryman like him.
         He lay there in the darkness, waiting, clinging to the single, simple pleasure of her touch, hoping that maybe tonight he could sleep, avoiding the nightmares that reminded him of the monster he’d become.
         A beast who had lost his compassion somewhere on the road to Baghdad.

About the author:
USA Today bestselling author Jessica Scott is a career army officer; mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs; wife to a career NCO and wrangler of all things stuffed and fluffy. She is a terrible cook and even worse housekeeper, but she's a pretty good shot with her assigned weapon and someone liked some of the stuff she wrote. Somehow, her children are pretty well-adjusted and her husband still loves her, despite burned water and a messy house.

She's written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View: Regarding War Blog, and Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom/New Dawn and has served as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas.

She's pursuing a PhD in Sociology in her spare time and most recently, she's been featured as one of Esquire Magazine's Americans of the Year for 2012.
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Guest Post + Giveaway: Fearless by K.M. Fawcett


Guest Post: Top 5 Books Eager to Read in 2014

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today! I like to read all different genres of romance. Here are the top five books I’m looking forward to reading in 2014.

1
- She Can Hide by Melinda Leigh (Romantic Suspense)

2 - The Smuggler Wore Silk by Alyssa Alexander (Historical romance)

3 - Kiss of the Night (Dark Hunter #4) by Sherrilyn Kenyon (Paranormal Romance)

4 - Who Wants to Marry a Doctor by Abigail Sharpe (Contemporary)







5 - Re-read Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander before the TV series broadcasts on Starz. I am so looking forward to the show! Outlander is my favorite book of all time!!
Bonus - And, of course, I’m anxiously awaiting my print copy of Fearless. ;)
 ~K.M. Fawcett


ONE lucky winner will receive a digital copy through Netgalley of FEARLESS. Just leave a name and valid email to be in the draw to win. 


                                                                                                            

About the book


FEARLESS by K.M. Fawcett
January 7, 2014; Forever Yours E-Book; $3.99; 978-1-4555-2819-6
Myia, a shaman-in-training, wants desperately to protect her peaceful village from the barbaric Highland invaders. To hone her powers of prophetic visions and healing, the village elders send Myia on a quest to heal the Highland leader's heart and stop a brewing war. Myia's mended many souls before, so this should be an effortless duty . . . until she meets the gorgeous, stubborn Highland warlord.

Kedric, a gladiator who escaped enslavement, only wants to liberate the villagers from their common foe-a race that breeds humans for blood sport and genetic experiments. Fueled by his rage, Kedric is determined to take down the brutal enemy. So when a raven-haired beauty with a body made for sin tries to sabotage his mission, Kedric wants her gone. Yet no woman's touch has ever left Kedric more annoyed . . . and aroused. Kedric knows he should shun her soothing embrace-but he can't seem to stay away. As their passion grows, Kedric must decide between fighting his war or surrendering his rage-and his heart-for Myia's love.
 About the author:
K.M. Fawcett was a born romantic.  At six years old, she would beg her parents to take her a restaurant with "soft music and candles" where she could drink Shirley Temples and twirl on the dance floor.  As she grew, her desire to be whisked into a romantic adventure by a knight in shining armor also grew to the point of annoying her friends and family.  When she received A Knight In Shining Armor (a novel by Jude Deveraux) on her eighteenth birthday, she fell head over heals in love...with the romance genre.  K.M. now writes paranormal romances and enjoys stories filled with adventure and strong, kick butt heroes and heroines.  She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Liberty States Fiction Writers.  K.M. is a Nidan (2nd degree black belt) in Isshinryu Karate and co-owns and operates the Tenchi (Heaven and Earth) Isshinryu Karate Dojo with her husband in Lebanon, NJ.  She is also a certified women's self-defense instructor with the FLAG (Fight Like a Girl) Program.  When not working on her novels, blogging about martial arts and writing action, or working out at the dojo, she is home with her children.
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Launch Day Blitz: Accidentally...Cimil? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff



I'm so excited to have bestselling author Mimi Jean Pamfiloff here today sharing a interview with one of her main character's Cimil. Check out the Q+A below as well as a give away at the end of this post!


                   Q+A with Cimil by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff            

1. Cimil, rumor has it that you are trying to end the world.  How do you respond to these allegations?

- Well, that’s just crazy-talk! (And absolutely true.) I would never try to harm my precious people pets (a HUGE lie), because I am a deity. I am incapable of doing harm to anyone. (Another HUGE lie.)  That said, everything I touch does have a way of blowing up. (All true.) But it’s not my fault. I swear! (Sad, but true.) Once you read my story, you will understand. (Not likely, but hey… One can dream.)


2. Why, exactly, do you hate clowns?

- Really now. Why does anyone hate clowns? They smile all the time. It’s just creepy. And wholly unnatural. Nuff said.

3. How did Minky become your pet?  Where did you find her?

- Ah! Now there’s an exciting story.  It was about 10,000 B.C., and I was hunting packs of randy little Leprechauns (to play a prank on Fate; their tiny little hands freak her out).  Anywhoodles, I came across Minky trying to steal their pot of gold (it’s invisible, just like Minky). We’ve been best buds ever since.


Cimil, did you just make up that entire story?

- Yes. Absolutely. Dangit! I’m such a bad liar!  The truth is we met at a knitting circle.

You’re not going to tell us the truth, are you?

- No.

4. Now that your darkest secrets have been revealed in your novella, Accidentally Cimil, how do you feel? And do you still plan to smite the writer?

- My secret is such a humdinger, how can I not be relieved?  My only concern is that my brethren will reject me when they find out. But it’s really not my fault. And yes, Mimi Jean shall be smote!


So is your dark secret the reason you lied to your brethren about being clairvoyant when your true gift is speaking to the dead?

- No. Being clairvoyant just sounded cooler.  Don’t get me wrong, talking to dead people, seeing the world’s future and past through their eyes certainly has its perks, but half the time they just sit around complaining about being dead. Or losing at poker. (The dead play lots of poker.)


5. Can you give us a hint about how the series will end?

- I could tell you, but you’d never believe me. It’s BIG! It would even shock a Leprechaun and nothing shocks those little bastards.  I will tell you this, however; it involves very hungry hippopotami. 

See you in August!
Hugs and many naughty thoughts,

CIMIL (Just…Cimil)
                                      Excerpt;                                                       

He closed the gap between us and grabbed me by the shoulders. I was about to release a surge of light into his hands simply for the sheer joy of watching him shoot across the room and slam into the wall, but then I remembered the stupid collar. I was dead in the water.
“I came to tell you something,” he said.
“You may speak.”
I could have sworn I saw actual sparks shoot from his eyes. Probably no one had ever told him anything other than, “Yes, my king” or “No, my king” and “Your wish is my command, my king.” Well, soon he’d be just another soul wondering why he had wasted his life on silly things like wealth and power.
And why the hell he’d messed with me!
He closed his eyes and took a breath, clamping down whatever bull crap he had the urge to say. When his dark eyes opened again, he tilted his head and placed his hand on my cheek. There was flicker of something almost… endearing within them.
“I came to tell you that I am sorry.” His jaw muscles ticked as he ground his teeth. “I am sorry for treating you so rudely.”
Wow. Looks like that hurt! “Are you okay? Should I make you a pot of soothing chamomile tea or call for a healer?”
His eyes shifted a bit. “I am very well. Why do you ask?”
Because you look like you just dropped an egg and have the worst PMS ever. “I’m guessing that apologizing, especially to a lowly female, bruised that giant ego of yours. But I’m glad to see you survived. Good stuff. Now, let me go. I have a planet to rescue.”
His face turned bright red. “I will not release you until you take the vow.”
I rolled my eyes. “Back to square one, are we?”
He didn’t respond.
Ugh! “A square is one of those shapes that has four—”
“I know what a square is,” he interrupted. “But I do not understand your expression.”
“Square one is the place where you started—Oh! Never mind, Chucky,” I said. “What I meant was that you are infuriating! You thought you could come in here, make an apology—wow! Such a huge sacrifice—and win me over with that? Really, big boy? You’ve taken me prisoner. You put this collar around my neck like I’m some sort of pet, and you’ve neutralized my powers. Do you really think an apology is going to—”
He bent his head and kissed me hard.
My entire body lit up like a bonfire, and the heat from his bare chest enveloped me in a steamy wave of lust. My knees buckled, and he immediately wrapped me in his large arms, pulling me close to prevent me from sliding down to the floor where I conjectured I might end up a squishy little puddle of fluttering nerves and unflattering spasms of joy.
And for a moment, I swore our bodies melted together. I’d never felt anything so potent. That dark, empty space inside my chest began to glow like a warm ember, and the only thing I could think of was stripping away my tiny little top and skirt. I wanted to feel his heavy body slip and slide over mine as his hands and mouth roamed every inch of my—
I pushed away and slapped him. Hard.
Rage flickered in his eyes. “What in the gods’ name was that?”
In my name? In my name? I huffed and then poked him. “No! You tell me what that was!”

“That was called a kiss.”



ACCIDENTALLY…CIMIL? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
January 7, 2014; Forever E-Novella; $1.99; 978-1-4555-4703-6
Meet Cimil. Yeah, she's the Goddess of the Underworld, harbinger of all things evil and deadly, yadda, yadda . . . but she's also crazy fun! While minding her own business in Giza, Egypt, around 3000 BC (give or take a few centuries), she spots the hottest mortal her immortal eyes have ever seen. And he's not just any guy-he's the strong, powerful pharaoh who's fallen madly in love with her. But when he kills her pet unicorn, Cimil vows revenge, even if takes thousands of years to get even.

When Roberto meets Cimil, the king knows she's his soul mate. It isn't just her beautiful eyes or gorgeous body, but the godly power he feels simmering just beneath her fun-loving surface. They were the perfect couple . . . until the dead unicorn thing. Now after four thousand years, Roberto crosses paths with Cimil again, and his love for her is stronger than ever. But can he prove that he can once again be trusted with her heart? 

About the author:
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is The New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of Paranormal Romance. Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco Bay Area, Mimi spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas, but pines for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance inspires her to write when she's not busy with kids, hubby, work, and life...or getting sucked into a juicy novel.

She hopes that someday, leather pants for men will make a big comeback and that her writing might make you laugh when you need it most.
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Blitz Tour + Giveaway: REAVER by Larissa Ione


                                        My Review:                                                   

Wow. Larissa Ione has done it again. She has delivered a spectacular addition to the demonica/Horsemen series. 

In this book, Reaver goes on a rescue mission to Hell to save Harvester who is being held prisoner. With the help from a few friends they get her out safely but not without more trouble and twists that complicate their fight for happiness. 

I like Harvester and reading this book we really get to see her character developed deeper. We see her motives and there are twists and revelations that are going to shock. I wasn't expecting to like the pairing of Reaver and Harvester so much but they just so sexy and once they get past their differences, it is perfect. 

The gang is back too and we get glimpses from all the characters that make the series so enjoyable. The banter back and forth is classic and helps the story flow. There are new developments in their stories that will please readers of the series. 

The writing is great and you are never left wanting. There are surprises around every corner that will have you on the edge of your seat. The pace is never to slow but takes you on a wild ride that you surely won't forget. 

Reaver was a great book and I loved reading it. Recommend it to all fans - although new readers should read the demonica and Four Horsemen series beforehand.


                                               Excerpt:                                        
“R-Reaver?”
Reaver held Harvester’s frail body tight against his as he navigated the final steps of a winding ledge that dropped them into a world of weird. “It’s me. It’s okay. We’re safe.”
Relatively safe, anyway. Relative meaning that they weren’t dead. Yet. He just hoped the same could be said for Tavin, Matt, and Calder. When he’d left them to sneak into Satan’s realm, they’d been engaged in a battle they’d initiated as a diversion. It had been a risky move, and Reaver could only pray they’d make it to the rendezvous point.
A hunter’s horn sounded in the distance and was answered by another, closer horn signal. Satan’s minions hadn’t gained ground, but they were spreading out. Damn.
He scanned the landscape of thorny plants, hills of blackened earth and trees, and twisted, abandoned structures. Nothing moved.
He looked down at Harvester, and as before when he first saw her hanging over a pit of acid, he felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t like Harvester even though he was grateful for the things she’d done, but she didn’t deserve this; her naked body too thin and mottled with bruises and ligature marks, her once silken black hair tangled and dull, and worst of all, missing her gorgeous green eyes.
Under ideal circumstances, an angel could heal from even the most heinous injuries within hours. But these were far from ideal circumstances, and Harvester’s source of power, her wings, had been severed. Without wings or medical assistance, it could take weeks, even months, for an angel’s body to fully heal.
“I can’t risk healing you more than I did,” he said. “My power isn’t reliable right now, and I could do more harm than good.”
“Reaver,” she croaked, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Why…how…”
“Shh.” He tucked her face into his chest, quieting her. “We’re going to meet up with some friends, and then I’ll answer all your questions.”
Reaver and the assassins had worked out a plan A and a plan B. Plan A had been shot to hell when iron gates had prevented Reaver from getting out of Satan’s realm to the south, where his companions would have been waiting. Now, with demons in pursuit, they were on their way to plan B. Hopefully Tav, Matt, and Calder had realized quickly that Reaver’s escape route had gone bad.
Inhaling the stench of rotten vegetation that permeated this section of Sheoul, he started away from the skeletons of some burned-out buildings and toward a mountain range as expansive as the Rockies. He moved swiftly, outrunning the sounds of pursuit and pausing once to blast a group of imps with a ball of lightning.
The sphere struck the leader, and from there sent electrical strikes at each of the surrounding imps, frying them all in a handy eight-for-one.
Harvester slept in his arms, barely stirring when he stopped to listen for anyone following them. By the time they neared the plan B meeting site, Reaver was sure they’d lost the demons—temporarily. Reaver wasn’t naive enough to think they were off the hook. The demons chasing them were only the first wave, the security detail unlucky enough to be guarding the dungeon Harvester was kept in.
Once Satan got wind of this, if he hadn’t already, Reaver and Harvester were going to have legions of minions on their heels.

Book Rec: Chocolate, Romance and Paris. Any takers?

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I have found a new series that will absolutely blow your mind. LAURA FLORAND is the author of these decadent stories that embody what we females desire. Mouth watering chocolate, the sexy arrogant chocolatiers and all-encompassing romance in Paris.
 
Don't judge a book by it's cover. Or you will miss out on a hidden treasure. I nearly made the mistake of thinking these were just frilly chick lit novels by judging the covers. But oh, boy was I wrong. These stories have such depth and character development as the series goes on that you will be laughing along at all the inside jokes.

I seriously adore this series, devouring the words and wanting to savor them all at once. The writing was truly amazing, drawing you in and never letting go until the last word. As soon as I finished one I was on the next. With each story focusing on a different Top chocolatier or patisserier in Paris, the romance with the quick fire banter will enthrall even the toughest critic.

Honestly, a truly addicting series more ways than one.  They can be read as stand alone but enjoyed better as a series.

Series Order 

0.5 'All's fair in love and chocolate' (Kiss the Bride Anthology)
1. The Chocolate thief
2. The Chocolate kiss
3. The Chocolate Rose (Discounted on Amazon $3.63)
4. The Chocolate Touch
5. The Chocolate Heart
6. The Chocolate Temptation (coming Jan 2014) 


What about you? Any good books you have read lately? 

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