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Promo for Judgment of Blood by Timothy Black with Excerpt


Today’s stop is for Timothy Black’s Judgment of Blood,book two in The Gearteeth Trilogy, we will have info about the book and author,and a great excerpt from the book. Make sure to check everything out.


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Judgment of Blood (The Gearteeth Trilogy, #2)


In 1890 a disease that turned sane men into ravenous werewolves swept through the United States like wildfire. On the brink of humanity’s extinction, Nikola Tesla and a mysterious order of scientists known as the Tellurians revealed a bold plan: the uninfected would abandon the Earth’s surface by rising up in floating salvation cities, iron and steel metropolises that carried tens of thousands of refugees above the savage apocalypse. The remnants of mankind huddled fearfully in the clouds, waiting for the werewolves to devour each other.

Twenty years later, only one salvation city remains aloft, while the beasts still rule the world below. Elijah Kelly, an infected Thunder Train crewman exiled to the ground, ranges ahead of his beloved home, determined to keep it safe no matter the cost. But a telluric deadzone has caught Wardenclyffe in its riptide, forcing it toward airspace where its miraculous machinery will no longer function. Desperate to neutralize the deadzone before the flying city crashes, Eli discovers a brutal truth: humanity still exists on the ground, paying a terrible vampiric price for their survival.

Faced with an impossible choice between sacrificing thousands of innocent lives or betraying the rebels fighting for their freedom against an oppressive regime, Eli will be forced to rely on an unlikely ally lurking deep within his own blood to defy the inevitable.




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Chapter One 

Judgment of Blood


Being electrocuted ain't half as fun as you might think. Then again, waking up next to a beautiful woman had a way of making everything seem better. "Sarah!" Maggie called out as she rolled over from cuddling me on the forest floor. She was fuming as she spat half-chewed bones out of her mouth, taking no notice of the claw marks dug into the ground. She'd almost got me last night. "Sarah, get out here!" Maggie shouted more insistently. "Did you let me eat a raccoon again? You know I despise those vermin!" I stifled a snicker at her plight; in response, Maggie stared deadpan at me as she brushed the dirt and leaves away from her front. I turned redder than her hair and looked away, trying to maintain some of the manners I'd been raised with. Damn it, she knew that I was doing my level best not to take advantage of the unnatural bond between us. But she sure wasn't making it easy. Of course, it didn't help none that we were both naked as the day we were born. The summer morning was already making us sweat. Cicadas chattered in the underbrush even as heat lightning flashed silently in a cloudless sky. The weather had been weird lately, and the shifting telluric currents that controlled it felt off somehow. My stomach kept doing flip-flops that had nothing to do with Maggie pressing up against me. Giggles preceded Maggie's little sister before the girl emerged out of the bushes, gap-toothed grin flashing. She wore the ramshackle surge pack I'd managed to cobble together, powering the lightning rod she twirled in a playful fashion. Sarah took a perverse pleasure in letting Maggie and me almost tear into her before she put us down with the rod. Sometimes we'd awake to find she had let us run wild the whole night through. Sarah was young enough that the change hadn't taken her yet, but it was close. It wasn't just for her sister's company that the girl had left their pack behind when we'd left Sacramento; shifters were a danger to everyone until they settled into their final fur, and Sarah was on the cusp of starting her transformations. "Gimme my britches, brat," I called out. It was hard as hell keeping leaves and mud covering my privates, but she was a kid, and I was a halfway-decent man. She waggled her eyebrows and laughed when I turned a deeper shade of red. "Enough, Sarah," Maggie scolded. Sarah stuck out her tongue and tossed me the bundle of clothes I'd stripped out of the night before. "Elijah is correct; your behavior is inappropriate for your age." I stole a look over to where the naked Maggie stood sternly, trying to keep a straight face as she lectured her sister on manners. She felt my hungry stare through the link we shared and snorted at me while rolling her green eyes in exasperation as I turned away. "You are the strangest sort of hypocrite, Elijah," she sighed. "When we are lost to the fur we alternate between rutting and attempting to murder each other. We do not need Sarah's taunting to tell us that. Why then must you insist on acting as if we are blushing virgins when we wake?" I shrugged into my patched pants, avoiding her gaze. "It ain't the same, and you blasted well know it." Maggie's presence was suddenly behind me, and with it the heady scent of her. It was a mixture of soft and wild, strawberries amid thorn bushes, the sinuous movement of monsters in the dark. It made my heart race; when her fingertips brushed across my neck, I nearly jumped out of my skin. "I am well aware of the difference. When we run as wolves, the bond draws us together, to both love and devour each other. When we wear skin, I choose to be with you. I know you feel the same. Your insistence in playing at chastity when we walk as humans is . . . irritating." "Don't matter," I said, gruff as I put on the ruined hot-suit jacket with its multiple claw tears. "Like you said: the bond is still there. Should we go and get hitched just because I was the first one you turned? That might be enough for some folks, but it ain't enough for me. You got to know me and I got to know you, down to the soul, before I'll let this happen when we got hold of our minds." I turned around and met her gaze, for once able to ignore her nakedness as I hardened my resolve. "We were forced together because I was the first victim you bit. That ain't romance. That ain't love. Now, get dressed." The joy and playfulness in the air drained away, and Maggie turned away with a smoldering look. I cussed myself. Is there a beautiful, naked, hotheaded lady claiming love standing in front of you and teasing? How about you question her feelings for you and remind her how she infected you with a disease that turns you into a bloodthirsty werewolf every full moon? Yep. I was a genius. I sighed and stared south, toward what kept me from just letting go of my inhibitions and enjoying life on the ground. Although the flying metropolis of Wardenclyffe was just a dot on the horizon, there were better than ten thousand men and women on the salvation city relying on me. They didn't even know it, either. The last remnants of humanity sailed along atop the invisible telluric currents, shepherded by a secret society of wolf-infected scientists that kept their beasts in check through constant electric shocks. I had to admit, it was probably for the best they hid their affliction from the rest of the city. If folks knew what was beneath their obscuring goggles and respirators, they'd riot and crash the city within hours of the discovery. I was just as much a secret as the Tellurians, though. When Sarah put me down with the surge pack every full moon, my flesh reacted differently than most. Instead of being just stunned by the electricity, I'd revert to being human again, and my body would need shocks throughout the night to keep me down. Only a few people even knew I was still alive, ranging ahead of my abandoned home and trying to find any threats before they got to Wardenclyffe. "What's wrong with you, Eli?" Sarah asked, breaking the silence imposed by Maggie's huff. She dutifully passed over the surge pack so I could make sure the thing had survived another night of use. Although she'd been raised by her sister and their wolf family without any contact with uninfected people, Sarah had adapted quickly to my presence, finding to her delight that she didn't have to be stuffy around me. Maggie was too set in her ways to follow her sister's example, but it was nice to talk to someone that wasn't a walking textbook. "Just thinking a bit too much," I hemmed, poking at a couple of raw wires. They sparked with a cracking sound. Good enough. The surge pack would need to passively charge from the local telluric currents, but it would be fully juiced by the next full moon. An unexpected arc zapped my finger, making me jerk my hand back. "Hey, don't electrocute yourself; that's my job!" Sarah giggled, but her laughter petered out in the empty air. Something was wrong. And we all knew it. For three months we'd been trailblazing north of the city, barely outpacing it. Wardenclyffe was caught in a strange riptide in the electromagnetic currents, being drawn toward the mysterious Menlo Station where Edison and his vicious Cabal of flunkies waited. But we'd been pulling ahead from the city steadily the last week. It had slowed down. Why? More of Edison's tricks? We hadn't caught sight of his bastard followers yet, nor did we know why they'd attacked Wardenclyffe with one of their Thunder Trains three months ago. What was abundantly clear to anyone with the wolf in their blood was that the telluric currents we were following were becoming unstable. I'd never heard of the streams ebbing and surging before in all my years aboard Wardenclyffe. Sure, a salvation city passing through would leave a disrupted wake of energy they couldn't double-back on without shaking the city apart, but nothing could permanently change the eternal flows. At least, that was what I'd thought. "Something approaches from the city," Maggie said, standing next to me as she shrugged into her patched prairie dress. "Do you see?" My heart hammered with hope as I followed her pointing finger, straining my eyes. Maggie had been born as a werewolf, so she tended to keep some of her supernatural senses in human form, but I lacked her inborn abilities. Briefly I considered using the blinder goggles Sarah had taken to wearing around her neck like a talisman, but I shuddered at the thought. Sure, the black obsidian lenses wouldn't burn my eyes out thanks to the wolf inside me; that said, it would still leave me with a headache for hours from viewing the world as a ghostly shadow of electromagnetic currents. Instead, I closed my eyes and reached out my senses. I'd been trying to train myself to identify the telluric currents over the last few months. Lately, I'd begun to doubt my progress, as the electromagnetic streams north of us surged and flashed away in my mind. They had to still be there, but for some reason I couldn't sense them. At least my troubles with the currents didn't extend to the south. I was able to tell that an object had launched from Wardenclyffe. But it was far too small to be a Thunder Train. Maude had only been able to visit me one time since I'd been exiled from Wardenclyffe by Beta Steinmetz. Although my grandmother was the undisputed mistress of the Heaven's Grace, the big Double T was the workhorse of the city and would be missed if it went haring off on a side trip without explanation. While I felt disappointment that the craft riding the currents toward us wasn't the Heaven's Grace, my curiosity was piqued by the size of it. Even the Tammany's Troubles, the smallest Double T on Wardenclyffe, made more of a disruption in the telluric streams than whatever was heading our way. The strange anomaly darted back and forth along its path, jagged and erratic. Between that and the distance it had to cross, the object was a good half hour away, even at the surprising speed it was traveling at. But it was definitely coming toward us. "Shall we flee?" Maggie asked, as if reading my mind about it. "Not much reason to," I sighed. "Likely they're tracking the residual from the surge pack. I'm sure as shit not leaving that thing behind. Besides, only folk that know we're down here are friendlies. Ain't nobody that wants me dead that thinks I'm still alive." "Why do you even bother protecting those people?" Sarah asked, holding up the blinders and peering through them. Even though she hadn't experienced her first change into a beast, being natural born to it like her sister let her endure the goggles' destructive nature without much discomfort or danger. "My friends and kin are there. Don't matter much that there's people I don't like on the city. I ain't deserting Wardenclyffe just because of a few assholes." "But you're here," Sarah protested. "Not there. They don't want you. You don't belong to their pack anymore. You're one of us now." I fought back an irritated sigh. To her it seemed very obvious; either you were part of something, or you weren't. "Leave Elijah alone, Sarah. He will learn soon enough the folly of clinging to such incongruent notions." I struggled to hold my temper, stalking off to rummage through the gear Sarah had kept safe. There was some dried squirrel strips in there. I tore into them with a little more vigor than was needed. We spent the rest of the wait in uncomfortable silence, while I fumed over what the girls thought of me and my obsession with keeping Wardenclyffe safe. Nothing Maggie could say or do would ever get me to give up on my family and home. Nothing. As our visitor rocketed closer, I forgot my temper as fascination took over. My initial impression had been correct: the oncoming craft was far too small and fast to be a Thunder Train. The object looked like a shooting star knocked boots with a lightning bolt; their offspring was a glowing sphere of electricity that streaked across the sky with a tail of sparks instead of fire. Within a few moments the mass at the center resolved itself into a man riding a device three times his size, his legs locked hard against its sides, his body hunched down against the wind. My senses screamed at the brutal effect his steed had on the telluric currents, cleaving through them like a knife rather than sailing atop them like a Thunder Train. "Elijah!" Maggie hollered in warning. The lightning-comet was coming right for us. We went to ground, scrabbling away from the path of the oncoming disaster. The sisters melted into the trees and underbrush, but I lacked their grace and knowledge. I just took off running at a right angle to the rider's path, holding on to the surge pack for dear life. The lightning generator was the only thing that let me keep a shred of my humanity, and I wasn't going to let some idiot suicide into it. The comet rider altered his course to cut me off. "Son of a bitch!" I panted, skidding to a stop. My arm hairs stood up as the comet shot straight at me, static electricity heralding its arrival. Squall tubes, steel-hard glass containers filled with an alchemical sludge that allowed flight when electrified, were bolted onto the machine from front to back. I didn't need to see the pilot's bald head, goggles, and respirator to know there was only one kind of madman that could be responsible for such a thing. Tellurian. The air shrieked at being violated by the contraption, but above its roar I heard the muffled shout of the storm prophet riding it. "Eli, move!" I managed to twist away just as the thing blasted past faster than a cannonball, its lightning shroud caressing me like the fingers of a demented lover. The force of its passing tossed me against a tree with bone-cracking impact. My teeth chattered from the voltage passing through me, but the battered hot-suit managed to shunt some of the energy away. Still hurt like a bastard though. The comet crashed into a line of trees, smashing through them like a fist through paper. Wood blew apart as the machine and rider plowed a narrow swath through the forest. At least the impacts managed to slow the iron horse a bit. The man nosed it down into the dirt, cutting a trench fifty feet long as the contraption finally came to rest. The Tellurian riding the thing fell off, his arms and legs shaking with exhaustion from clinging to such a rough ride. Maggie popped out of the underbrush, eyes narrowed in suspicion. There was no sign of Sarah, but the kid was skittish around strangers. She was probably watching from the shadows, ready to toss out all the fury her skinny teenage fists could bring to any that threatened her sister. "Successful test," the storm prophet croaked with a half-laugh. "Well . . . I'm still breathing, at least." He was burnt all over with his head smoking, but the man wasn't in any danger of dying. Despite what most folks on the salvation cities thought, the full-length lab coat, boots, and gloves that the Tellurians wore didn't protect them from the electricity they worked with. In fact, the garments were laced with copper, conducting shocks and jolts directly to their skin to help keep their wolf-born infection under control. I pulled out a heavy wrench from my pack and smacked it in my palm, all menacing-like. Well, as menacing as my tall, beanpole frame could muster. "Who are you?" Maggie asked, unlimbering her delicately-filigreed Winchester rifle and taking aim at the intruder's head. Damn. One of these days I'd learn to just let her take the lead with her gun, rather than trying to posture like an idiot. "You're going to hurt my feelings," the storm prophet rasped. "After saving your life, I figured you might at least remember me." "Henry!" I shouted in realization. "Of course me, you idiot," my oldest and truest friend laughed, pulling himself into a sitting position on the crashed craft. "Who else would ride a dangerous prototype down to see you?" Maggie lowered the Winchester, but she wasn't grinning like me. While it was true that Henry had saved her life, she had a superstitious distrust of Tellurian technology and those who used it. A hundred questions bubbled up, but Henry waved them off. He pushed up his blinder goggles, staring at me with the too-blue eyes that the Tellurians hid from the world. Wolf eyes, hungry and savage, kept in check only by constant low-level electrocution. Despite carrying the virus, Henry had no trace of hair on him, a side effect of the treatment. "Eli, we need your help. Something's wrong with the currents in Wardenclyffe's path." "I knew it! Everything's been feeling off for a few weeks. Like the streams are migrating. But that's impossible, isn't it?" Henry shook his head. "It's worse than you know. The telluric currents aren't just shifting around. They're disappearing. There's a dead spot coming up where there's no currents whatsoever, and the city is heading right for it. We have two weeks, maybe three, tops. "After that, Wardenclyffe is going to crash."




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Gearteeth (The Gearteeth Trilogy, #1)


“In 1890, a disease that turned sane men into ravenous werewolves swept through the United States like wildfire. On the brink of humanity’s extinction, Nikola Tesla and a mysterious order of scientists known as the Tellurians revealed a bold plan: the uninfected would abandon the Earth’s surface by rising up in floating salvation cities, iron and steel metropolises that carried tens of thousands of refugees above the savage apocalypse. The remnants of mankind huddled fearfully in the clouds, waiting for the werewolves to devour each other.

Yet, twenty years later, only one salvation city remains aloft, while the beasts still rule the world below. Time has taken its toll on the miraculous machinery of the city, and soon the last of the survivors will plummet to their doom. But when Elijah Kelly, a brakeman aboard the largest of the city’s Thunder Trains, is infected by the werewolf virus, he discovers a secret world of lies and horrific experiments that hide the disturbing truth about the Tellurians.

When the beast in his blood surges forth, Elijah must choose between the lives of those he loves, and the city that is humanity’s last hope of survival.”






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Award-winning author Timothy Black was born in the Deep South where he hit the road at an early age and quickly learned it could hit back. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, he studied Geology, Astronomy, and the Occult, ending up with a degree in Philosophy that twists through his writing. After traveling the world to find his great loves he settled down in the Pacific Northwest, where he writes unique twists on disturbing fiction. A serial killer of coffee and whiskey sours, he stays one step ahead of retribution with a rebellious cackle.






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Blog Tour Stop for the Crow City Series by Cole McCade with Excerpt and Giveaway


Today’s stop is for Cole McCade’s Crow City Series. We will have info about the books and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway. Happy Reading :) 



The Lost

Crow City #1


The first book in the new Cole McCade: After Dark erotica imprint; a darkly haunting erotica with the taboo appeal of V.C. Andrews.
"If the romantic character study is a genre, this fascinating contemporary novel is its exemplar." - Publishers Weekly
There's something wrong with Leigh.
She's known it her whole life. She knows it every time she spreads her legs. Every time she begs for the pain, the pleasure, the heat of a hard man driving deep inside. She's a slave to her own twisted lusts--and it's eating her alive. She loves it. She craves it. Sex is her drug, and she's always chasing her next fix. But nothing can satisfy her addiction, not even the nameless men she uses and tosses aside. No one's ever given her what she truly needs.
Until Gabriel Hart.
Cold. Controlled. Impenetrable. Ex-Marine Gabriel Hart isn't the kind of man to come running when Leigh crooks her pretty little finger. She loathes him. She hungers for him. He's the only one who understands how broken she is, and just what it takes to satisfy the emptiness inside. But Gabriel won't settle for just one night. He wants to claim her, keep her, make her forever his. Together they are the lost, the ruined, the darkness at the heart of Crow City.
But Leigh has a darkness of her own. A predator stalking through her past--one she'll do anything to escape.
Even if it means running from the one man who could love her...and leaving behind something more precious to her than life itself.


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The Fallen

Crow City 1.5


Reconnect with Gabriel, Gary, Maxi, and Crow City in this companion novella telling the story of THE LOST‘s Gabriel Hart before Leigh entered his life – and get a sneak preview of the sinister Priest, hero of THE FOUND.
Gabriel Hart is a broken man.
And everyone close to him dies.
His military unit. His sister. His parents. Everyone he’s come to care for has been taken from him, leaving him with nothing but a crippling war injury, a Vicodin addiction, and a scraggly, chewed-up rag of a cat. It’s enough to make anyone want to check out. And when he holds his service pistol in his hand and presses it against his temple, for the first time in a long time the world feels right.
But he’s not as alone as he thinks. And when grizzled bar owner Gary challenges him to honor his sister’s memory by repairing her houseboat before he gives up on life, he discovers she left more for him than her belongings. And her letters lead him on a trail through discovering himself, discovering what he truly wants…and discovering that he has the strength to choose his own path.


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The Found

Crow City #2



Witness to a murder. Kidnapped by a monster. Life hanging on a whim. Willow Armitage’s world was already falling apart; between getting fired and caring for her chronically ill father, she’s had little room for anything but survival. But that survival hangs in the balance the night she stumbles into a back alley – and watches a stranger die at the hands of the most beautiful man she’s ever seen.



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The Saved

Crow City #2.5


For it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul. – Leviticus 17:11
Before he was a mysterious, silent killer stalking the streets of Crow City, the strange man known as Priest (THE FOUND, Crow City #2) was a lost and broken soul—and part of Willow Armitage’s world in ways she could never have imagined. Shattered by the Afghanistan War, left with no companions other than fellow survivor Gabriel Hart (THE LOST, Crow City #1), ex-Marine Priest turns to his lost faith for answers when his life has lost all meaning…but in searching for his God, he finds a new religion. A religion of blood. Of pain.
Of vengeance.
And from that religion rises a mission to replace everything he had lost, to set right just a few of the small wrongs in the world…and to ease the constant bleeding of his broken heart, filled with sins without number.
Revisit Crow City and meet Priest as he was before the fateful night that brought him into Willow’s life…and reconnect with beloved names and faces as we discover what—and who—set him on his dark and merciless path.


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Crow City #2.75
There are worse things in life than loving a man who hates you.
Unfortunately, Walford Gallifrey can’t think of many.
Ever since a ghost from his past kidnapped his niece, Willow (THE FOUND, Crow City #2), Wally’s life has been nothing but grief, turmoil, and loss. With no idea if Willow is dead or alive, Wally’s only comfort is in caring for his grieving brother-in-law and Willow’s father, Joseph Armitage. For the past twenty years, Wally has never hoped to be anything but the backdrop to Joseph’s life; between marrying Wally’s sister and decades of mistakes building walls of enmity and resentment between them, Joseph has been firmly cemented in Wally’s mind as unattainable.
But the pain of Willow’s loss forces them to face the demons sleeping between them, find common ground—and more. Together, they explore mutual grief. Shared memories. Quiet respect. Warmth. Camaraderie. The joy of learning to live again.
And an unspoken attraction, buried beneath the scars of hurtful words and terrible missteps.
Yet even as they work through the thorns and tangles of old wounds, Joseph has his own struggles to face. The struggle to leave his ex-wife in the past. To let his daughter go. And to trust Wally to love him, to see him as more than just his multiple sclerosis, when so many have treated him as less than a man. The only way forward for them both is forgiveness. Trust.
And a second chance to discover what it means, to truly be in love.
Note: This novel, while a standalone, follows in the aftermath of the events of THE FOUND (Crow City #2), and ties in to the events of THE SAVED (Crow City #2.5), which detail--respectively--the events of Willow's kidnapping and Walford’s prior relationship with her kidnapper, Vincent Manion.


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THE LOST (Crow City #1)


Cole McCade



A pair of worn combat boots stuck out from under the Impala like the Wicked Witch’s ruby slippers. Leigh smiled to herself, tugged her earbuds out, and tip-toed closer, listening to the scuff and clang of rough hands at work. She stopped next to a pair of long legs in dirty, frayed jeans, rested her hands on her knees, and bent to watch, holding her tongue. “You do know I can see your shadow.” A low, gritty voice drifted from beneath the Impala. Dry, coolly masculine, inflected with a certain cultured, exacting articulation, yet rough about the edges—as if he spoke so rarely his voice was rusty, ill-used. That roughness brushed over her skin like chill breath, and she shivered. That voice didn’t belong in the light of day. “Ghosts aren’t supposed to cast a shadow,” she said. “Is that what you are?” “That’s how I live. Somewhere between the world of the living and the world of the dead.” “I see.” A humorless, mocking chuckle slid from beneath the Impala, followed by a long, ferally graceful body: a stark man, defined by absolutes and keen edges. Chill gray eyes, pale as cracked ice. Hair as black as the sea at night, sharp-cut and falling over one eye, spilling against the cracked wood of the creeper beneath him and touched with thin threads of shooting-star silver at the temples. Older, she thought, from his hair and a certain dignified elegance to his stubble-shadowed jaw. Tanned, scarred skin stretched over broad shoulders. Sweat and grease stains darkened his thin white A-shirt. His tattoos said ex-military, jagged silhouettes of fierce-sweeping wings and a pointed beak in the stark style of the Arapaho, turning his right arm into a canvas from shoulder to wrist, slick black oils painted on burnished gold. He stretched out atop the creeper in a long, lazy sprawl and looked up at her, guarded and impenetrable. Something about him spoke of cold precision. A gunsight in human form, locked on and ready to kill. And when he looked at her as if he could see right through her, see through the transparent empty pointlessness of her, Leigh didn’t just feel like a target. She felt like prey. She straightened and looked away, tucking her hands into her pockets, her stomach shivering and light. “This your place?” “It is.” “Blackbird Pond?” “One witch, at your service.” “She’s contrary as a very witch herself,” she quoted, a smile trying to creep over her lips if only she’d let it. She bit it back and studied the Impala—watching him only from the corner of her eye. “You done working your magic on Gary Mitchell’s car? I’m supposed to pick up.” “You’re Leigh, then.” He rolled to his feet with easy grace. He moved like an animal, something savage under his skin, behind those unreadable eyes. Something wild that pulled at Leigh like the jungle calling to a beast that had spent its entire life behind bars. She lingered on his hands, large and cruel and rough-cut as raw granite, as he wiped his fingers clean on a rag. “Just finished final inspection. You sure you’re big enough to drive her? She’s a brute.” “My feet reach the pedals, Daddy.” A forbidding stare pinned her. “Cute.” Nothing else. Just that hard, steady stare while he stood over her, feline and powerful as a black-spotted leopard, lazy strength looming tall until she was a child in his shadow, beneath the weight of his gaze. He didn’t look at her the way most men looked at her. Like they were eyeing her pale pretty thighs and tiny skirt and slight, girlish body and wondering if she was street-legal, wondering if she’d let them go for a test drive to find out. There was a certain kind of man who went for the dirty grunge princess look, pure heroin chic, all smeared eyeliner and kiss-swollen lips, and normally when she made eye contact she knew with a certain click of rightness that she’d found a place to sleep for the night. Even the ones who didn’t want to fuck her, she could still tell what they were thinking—but not him. He was a glacier, and she found herself wanting a name just to make him human.






Slender. Angry. (Part) Asian.
Yeah, that about sums me up.
Hi. I’m Cole. Xen. Whatever you want to call me; both are true, and both are lies. My pen names are multitudes, my nicknames legion. Tall, bi/queer, introverted, author, and of a brown-ish persuasion made up of various flavors of Black, Asian, and Native American. I’m cuter than Hello Kitty, more bitter than the blackest coffee, and able to trip over cats in a single half-asleep lurch; I’m what happens when a Broody Antihero and a Manic Pixie Dream Boy fight to the death, and someone builds a person from the scraps left behind. Beardless, I look like the uke in every yaoi manga in existence; bearded or not, I sound like Barry White. About half my time is spent as a corporate writer, and the other half riding a train of WTFery that sometimes results in a finished book. Romance, erotica, sci-fi, horror, paranormal; LGBTQIA and cishet; diverse settings and diverse characters from a diverse author.
Sometimes I shout about things on the internet. Usually intersectional feminism and marginalized voices, and whomever’s punching down in those directions today. Sometimes human sociology, the psychology of sex and gender, and my own gender non-conforming arse (he/him, by the way). Sometimes I get really mad at Stephen Hawking and nerd out all over the place about hairy black holes, and believe it or not, that’s not a terrible pun or even worse innuendo.
That’s it. I’m a huge dork. My humor’s so dry it could empty oceans. I’m a native Southerner from the New Orleans area with zero Southern accent; I’m a mess of multi-ethnic, multi-cultural, multi-lingual influences; I have two cats. I wake up at daft hours of the morning to go running. I crochet terrible, lumpy things that never really turn into anything. I’m older than you think I look. I’m much more shy than my fury makes me sound (signifying gods only know what, but probably nothing). Recently I decided, at 36, that I needed to restart my life and move cross-country, so I tossed 75% of my possessions in the trash and randomly trucked it to Seattle. I’m in love with books and music and technology, and they war with each other for dominance and sometimes come together in a beautiful confluence. Most of the physical books I own are strange, obscure, out of print, overseas imports, or any combination of the four. Most of the physical books I used to own were destroyed in Hurricane Katrina, and have been replaced with the infinite library on my Nook. My wallet has a dangerous attraction to anything with pages; it flirts and teases and gives its all, until there’s nothing left but emptiness and ruin.
There will always be things you don’t know, and I won’t tell.
But ask me late at night over live music in a seedy bar, and you might just get an honest answer.

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Burn for Me (Hidden Legacy #1) by Ilona Andrews

Burn for Me - Ilona Andrews




Nevada Baylor is faced with the most challenging case of her detective career—a suicide mission to bring in a suspect in a volatile case. Nevada isn’t sure she has the chops. Her quarry is a Prime, the highest rank of magic user, who can set anyone and anything on fire.

Then she’s kidnapped by Connor “Mad” Rogan—a darkly tempting billionaire with equally devastating powers. Torn between wanting to run or surrender to their overwhelming attraction, Nevada must join forces with Rogan to stay alive.

Rogan’s after the same target, so he needs Nevada. But she’s getting under his skin, making him care about someone other than himself for a change. And, as Rogan has learned, love can be as perilous as death, especially in the magic world.



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4 ½ ★

Omg. I cannot believe I have not read this book up until now. And all it took was a reading slump and a good friend nudging me to read it to the point she just got me the kindle version and almost had to force me to read it. But holy Rogan, am I glad I did. It was just what I needed. Being a fan of the Andrew’s work it was easy to fall in love with the book, story and characters. They just have a way of writing that just sucks you into their books. A great talent for combining mystery with humor, magic, and romance. Plus of course the awesomely well written characters they always have. Both Main and side characters. This book was no different and to be honest, I’m not sure who I like more Nevada or Mad lol. I really like Nevada. She not only is a bad a$$ but also really smart, funny and above all a family person and will do anything to protect them. She values human live no matter how low on the totem pole they may be. Also she stands up to Mad and resists him… well mostly. But her speech to him at the end made me want to pull out my pom-poms and cheer for her. Go Nevada Go! But what I’m interested more than her future relationship with Mad (we all know it is coming) is her Magic. How much does she really have and why does she have that much. What is her family hiding? Speaking of family…… I love hers, her mom is awesome but I think Grams take the cake. Mad for some reason was not a favorite at first and it took a few chapters to warm up to him. But I’m all warm now ;) I like that he is honest and straight forward no matter the subject and he just goes for it. On the other hand I dislike the same alpha male mannerism but I think him with Nevada are the perfect match. They balance each other out so much. Plus I think she is the one who can show him again the value of human life. The” softer” side of him whether for show or not was really nice and I loved the whole flowers office scene. But what I enjoyed ,most was Nevada and Mad going back and forth with each other, but when I came down to it they were there for each other .

Overall, great read and I cannot wait to read the next book in the series.


I rate it 4 ½ ★








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Ilona Andrews is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. author2sm“Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Gordon was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about that.)

Gordon and Ilona currently reside in Oregon with their two children, three dogs and a cat. They have co-authored two series, the bestselling urban fantasy of Kate Daniels and romantic urban fantasy of The Edge.




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Blog Tour Stop for Where There's Faith by L.A. Remenicky with Giveaway


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A past she can't remember. A love he can't forget. After hitting rock bottom, Robert Newlin embraced sobriety and tried to live his life quietly and alone at his family’s lake cottage. Blaming himself for the accident that claimed his wife and unborn baby, he spent most of his time alone and grieving until Faith moved into the cottage next door. Faith McMillan had no memory of her life before that day three years ago. The physical scars had faded but the emotional ones were still fresh and raw. Living rent-free seemed like a great way to finish her second book and would give her the time to figure out her next move. But then she met the reclusive guy next door. Robbie and Faith – can two broken people who vowed to live their lives alone find happiness together?





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Don't miss the first two books in the Fairfield Corners Series! They can each be read as standalones!



#1 Saving Cassie


Everyone has secrets. Sometimes secrets can get you killed.
After ten years in the big city, Cassie Holt is moving back to her hometown to take over the bookstore left to her by her beloved Gram, vowing to live her life alone. To her best friend, Sheriff James Marsten, Cassie seems to be the same girl that left Fairfield Corners to go to college but Cassie has secrets and one of those secrets could get her killed. When one of her secrets becomes a threat to her life, James turns to his new deputy to help him keep Cassie safe.
Deputy Logan Miller has been burned by love and is not looking to get involved with anyone anytime soon. When he is thrown into close quarters with Cassie, the sparks begin to fly and he begins to see through the walls Cassie has built around her heart. As the threat gets closer, can Logan protect Cassie and protect his heart? (MA, 18+ for sexual situations)




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#2 Ragan's Song


It only took one look into his eyes for her to know she was in trouble. Adam Bricklin has heard the melody in his head for years, the melody that told him if a decision was right or wrong. When he met Ragan Newlin the song told him she was the one. He was devastated when circumstances tore them apart. It has taken three years for Adam to finally move past the heartbreak he suffered when Ragan left town in the middle of the night. No note, no email, no text. She was just gone. Now he has a new girlfriend, a new album in the works, and his daughter is doing well in school. Until the day Ragan returned to Fairfield Corners. Ragan came home to celebrate her parents’ anniversary, hoping they would forgive her for not telling them about her marriage or her son. When she discovered that Adam was still living in Fairfield Corners she hoped her secrets were safe; secrets that drove her away three years ago, secrets that could change their lives forever.






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L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist L.A. Remenicky is a wife and mother of two fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night. An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.




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Mask of Shadows - Linsey Miller

Well I was really hoping I would like it but sadly I didn't


Blog Tour Stop for Good Gracie by Ines Saint with Excerpt and Giveaway


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Spinning Hills, Ohio, home of the third most haunted street in the state, is the perfect place for three sisters to banish the unhappy specters of their pasts—and to let romance cast its spell . . .

Gracie Piper is good at being invisible, and she likes it that way. At just seventeen, she took a very public stand against the boy who passed a revealing video of her all over school. Ever since, she’s staked her life on staying out of the limelight. But when she moves back to Spinning Hills, she comes face to face with her painful past. In the same historic building Gracie’s boss has assigned her to supervise renovating works the man who helped her find justice nine years ago, and nearly lost his own career in the process. A man who suddenly arouses feelings that make Gracie weak in the knees . . .

Josh Goodwin is sure he’s seeing a ghost when he spots Gracie in the halls of his office building. Taking her case was a professional risk that became all too personal when a bitter ex accused him of getting involved with teenage Gracie. Seeing her again is opening old wounds, and threatening brand-new ones—his campaign for County Prosecutor won’t withstand a brand-new scandal. But there’s something about sweet, gorgeous Gracie that brings out the crusader in him—and the thing he’ll fight hardest for is her love . . .






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“We won the contract for the Daytona-Montgomery County courts Building, and we want you to be the lead workplace designer on the project.”

The words had been on a constant loop in Gracie’s head. The first half of the sentence tugged her feelings one way and the second half pulled them in the opposite direction. One tiny comma separated a nightmare and a dream. One small word united them.

She’d been working hard to land lead on a project of this magni- tude. She hoped to own her own small workplace design business someday, and this would be an important learning experience. It was a challenge that, when all else was pushed aside, had both her left and right brain in a constant buzz of excitement and anticipation. Using both her creativity and technical expertise to optimize and har- monize workspace for eleven judges, the county prosecutor, and all court employees across multiple divisions, each with its own purpose and challenges. Functional, yet attractive and sustainable ideas that would enhance the life, productivity, and culture of the workers came to her day and night.

But whenever her thoughts necessarily turned to the actual build- ing in front of her, her stomach became heavy with dread. The coin- cidence involved defied logic. The building was home to records of her case against one of the area’s most prominent families—and to the man who’d been her champion.

The man whose life she’d unwittingly changed forever. All for taking up her case and her cause. He didn’t resent her for it. That much she was sure of. Josh Good- win had a fair and just core, the depth of which she hadn’t fully appreciated and understood at the time. There had been no room for anything but gratitude that someone outside her family was fighting with and for her. But there was no way he could remember the experience with anything but the same dread she felt. Not after the way he’d been portrayed and everything he’d lost . . .

Tomorrow she had no choice but to take on both the project and the memories. Tonight, she’d take the first step on her own, with no one watching her.

Josh Goodwin sat at his desk, reading through incident reports and files the sheriff’s office had sent over, and making notes to re- quest additional information before making decisions as to whether they’d file, dismiss, or bargain.

A fourteen-year-old had brought a gun to school and hidden it in his locker. The file was short. Many questions arose and he made notes.

The next file was thicker. A sixteen-year-old star athlete had been caught with drugs in his car. He had a big-shot lawyer at Josh’s father’s firm. The lawyer had filed a motion to have the case dismissed . . . which meant that dinner with his parents’ later that week would be un- comfortable. It took discipline not to close his eyes and shake his head when he read the particulars of the case, but reserving judgment until he’d listened to all parties involved was the fair route.

The last file, an ongoing investigation, darkened his day. A well- known, local businessman’s son was being investigated for murdering his stepmom. There was evidence to suggest the boy’s father had put him up to it when he’d discovered his wife was having an affair. Time and time again, jealousy and feelings of betrayal enraged and darkened the human mind and heart, turning people into monsters. The evidence against the father, Max Parker, was strong, but it was circumstantial. Josh had taken it on because he had a special passion for cases involving injustice to minors—those were the cases he’d cut his teeth on.

He leaned back, shut down his feelings, and thought about every- thing in each file before making a few more notes. When he was done, he threw his sports coat over his arm, locked up his office, and made his way down to the first-floor lobby. He needed to decide where exactly he’d be holding his press conference tomorrow.

When he walked off the elevator, a motion to his right caught his attention. He glanced over and caught sight of a figure taking off at a run. Security in the building was tight enough, but the fact that someone was running down a hallway at such a late hour was odd. Josh sighed and decided to follow. When he got to the short hallway, there was no one there. He walked slowly, taking everything in. There were three doors and they were all shut, as they should be. He peered into each window and tried the handles one by one. They were all dark and they were all locked.

Only one door remained: a supply closet at the end of the hall- way. Aware that his dress shoes were clicking, Josh walked back to the elevator, slipped his shoes off, and made his way quietly back down the hallway and to the closet again.

“I know you’re there.” A muffled, female voice came from inside the closet a few seconds later. “And I know you think I’m up to no good and that you have some sort of moral responsibility to figure out what I’m up to, but I assure you I’m here to work. Please just leave.”

Josh rolled his eyes heavenward. Seriously? Only a teenager would ask an adult to take her word for something and leave her alone. And yet the words had been very adultlike. “I can’t leave until you show yourself and tell me exactly who you are and what you’re doing here.”

“Can we find a way for you to put your mind at ease that doesn’t involve me opening the door?” Josh raked a hand through his hair. He’d been in plenty of un- usual situations. It came with the job. But this—this was new. And absurd. It had to be a teen, and maybe the teen was in trouble. “Why don’t you want to come out?”

“I’m busy.”

“Are you one of our courthouse ghosts?” he asked. Humor some- times did the trick with kids.

Silence. “Yes.”

It was a pitiful and honest yes. Josh was silent for a moment, too. Whoever was behind the door had something to hide, but he’d bet his career she wasn’t a menace. Still, it was his duty to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. Some leader he would be if he simply left. “Look, there’s no lock on this door. Nothing has prevented me from opening it. I’ve been trying to give you a chance, and I hope that shows you that you have nothing to fear from me. But it’s my responsibility to open this door and find out what’s going on.”

The door abruptly swung open and Josh instinctively moved to the side. He peered in and went cold all over. All he could do was stare. It was a ghost.

As much as she’d done to change her appearance, Gracie knew he instantly recognized her. Everything about him registered shock. It was as if he was frozen in place. She swallowed hard but was unable to get past the lump in her throat. He looked exactly the way she re- membered him—spiky and mussed-up brown hair, sparkling dark eyes, and a handsome face. Tall. An athletic build that filled out his fitted suit. He looked the same, but her reaction was new. A jolt of heat infused her from head to toe the instant she looked at him. Embarrassment, most likely.

She hesitated before saying, “Hello, Mr. Goodwin.” The title Mr. sounded strange to her ears. He looked almost her age, though she knew he was a little over seven years older. He’d been twenty-four and she’d been seventeen when they’d first met nine years ago. He, fresh out of law school. She, a high school senior.

“Gracie Piper.”

She pushed her glasses up and avoided his eyes. “Actually, I go by Grace Dearborn now.” It was imperative they got that straight.

She forced herself to glance at him again. He’d straightened, but he was still staring. “What are you doing hiding in a closet?” he finally asked.

Something in her bristled. Not at him but at herself. She hadn’t been prepared to see him, but it wouldn’t do to start off on unequal footing. She was twenty-six. She was a professional. And she’d been caught hiding in a closet.

Pushing past her reluctance to speak, she took a quick, deep breath and gathered her wits to start afresh. “Surely you’re aware of the extensive remodeling project that will begin here in three months? The firm I work for, Midwest Workplace Design, is in charge, and I’m the lead workplace designer.” She turned and pretended to study the closet. “I’m—I’m checking everything out. Including the closets.” “Workplace designer, huh,” he stated with a short nod. “Creative yet logical. It fits. I wondered how you’d find something that utilized all your talents.” Not yet ready to face Josh’s intrinsic kindness, she merely shrugged a little. “And you’ve been checking out the supply closet this entire time?” he continued.

When she chanced another glance at him, he was wearing a play- ful smile. Another thunderbolt hit her, and this time it left her breath- less. That was new, too. And it hadn’t been embarrassment. Fear, maybe? No, she could never fear Josh. . . .

She straightened her shoulders, hoping to look confident. “There’s a lot to consider. People don’t want to waste valuable time when they come in here looking for supplies. Organization should be logical. The most-often-used necessities should be easiest to both find and access, preferably at eye level . . .” she went on, repeating things she’d heard a closet organizer they worked with say, before finally trailing off and clearing her throat.

Everything she was feeling was awareness, she admitted with a sinking feeling. Something she hadn’t felt in years but she remem- bered well. For her, it would forever be entwined with deep, devas- tating feelings of betrayal and distrust. Their eyes met and she took a step back. He must’ve noted it because his smile faltered and he took a step back, too. “You can come out, Gracie.”

Correcting him once more didn’t feel as important as it usually did. Gracie sounded okay coming from him. The way it still sounded good coming from family. Josh Goodwin had been honorable. One of the few men she knew she could trust, even though she hadn’t seen him in years. Maybe that was what her awareness was about. Eternal feelings of gratitude. Plus, seeing him again was unsettling, though not unexpected. But as her internal reasoning rambled on, her still-sinking stomach told her that wasn’t all there was to it.

It was all too much for her to try to figure out right there and then. She stepped out and caught the quick, up-and-down glance he gave her, and it made her take stock of what she looked like. Pale blond hair done up in a stylish yet no-nonsense bun. Olive pencil skirt. Low-heeled, knee-high boots. Off-white, fashionably bulky sweater. Peach-colored frames on her trendy glasses. Nude makeup. Fashion- able enough to look like she could fit the creative role she played, but nondescript enough to fade away and not draw attention.

“Who are you hiding from, Gracie?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes. There was warmth there. And she couldn’t handle it.

“I’m hiding from disruptions,” she answered and began walking down the hallway ahead of him, a mistake that left her feeling awkward and exposed. “I’m taking everything in. Silence and stillness is a must. Tomorrow my team and I will start observing everyone at work and begin asking questions so we can incorporate everyone’s needs into the design. Tonight, I needed to be alone.” She came to a stop at the end of the hallway and cast him a quick, over-the-shoulder glance, to see if he’d caught the small hint. It was obvious he had, but there was now pity in his eyes. Her cheeks heated up.

Josh set down his briefcase while he shrugged into his light coat. She was dismissing him and it was just as well. They were both un- comfortable.

Gracie, on the eve of his announcement. It was a worst-case sce- nario. The case that had defined his career had also almost derailed it, thanks to the lies and vitriol of both the people Gracie had been up against and the important people Josh had defied: a group he had once belonged to. It always brought up mixed feelings. Gratitude that he’d been saved from a meaningless life but also the sickening feel- ing that justice and honesty didn’t always win.

When Gracie turned to him, he was again taken aback by how much she’d changed—or rather, how much her experience must’ve changed her. I’m hiding from disruptions . . .

A ghost of the girl she’d once been. She’d even changed her last name. He picked up his briefcase again and stretched his right arm out to shake her hand. “I don’t know what to say. It’s nice to meet you, Grace Dearborn. We sorely need the renovations and updates your firm has been hired to do. But I’d like to talk to Gracie Piper someday to find out how she wound up where she is. I often wonder about her, you know.” And with that, he turned and left.








Ines Saint was born in Zaragoza, Spain. She’s bilingual and bicultural and has spent the last ten years raising her fun, inspiring little boys and sharing her life with the man of her dreams, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest cheerleader. Her greatest joys are spending quality time with family and close friends.




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Wanna plan a game? It's BookLikes-opoly created by Moonlight Reader & Obsidian Blue

Reblogged from BookLikes:


We feel honored that BookLikes became an arena for book bloggers' reading game. YAY! So, who wants to play? On behalf of the BookLikes team and BookLikes bloggers Moonlight Reader and Obsidian Blue, the creators of the game, we'd like to invite you to join BookLikes-opoly! Game play will start on April 15th and end on July 31st, 2017.


The following information are copied from Moonlight Reader's blog posts and are published on BookLikes Blog with the blogger's consent. Please visit Moonlight Reader blog to read the original posts, you can also find all game posts by inserting BookLikes-opoly tag into the search box or simply click here.



A game, posts, all information and rules below were created by Moonlight Reader. In case of any game questions, please visit Moonlight Reader blog or Booklikes Bookish Bingo Club where you'll find other players as well as tips and tricks concerning the BookLikes-opoly game.



General information


I will be posting the complete rules of the game over the next few posts. In order to ensure that the rules/space tasks are available, I will also be putting up a Game Play and Rules Thread in the Bingo Group, I will create a game page on my wordpress blog and my booklikes blog, and I will be posting them on the BL Expats group on GR, for those of you who are over there as well as over here.


In addition, I relinquish all copyright to any part of the game and make them freely available to everyone to use them as is helpful in playing the game. Download the images to your computer and post them to your personal blog, upload them to your imgur account so you can post them on GR in your personal threads, print them and use them to wallpaper your bathroom!


General information


Do not get overwhelmed. The game is quite simple, and is based on a monopoly board, but when I reveal it, it may sound very complicated. Part of my purpose in creating the game is to generate a fun way to do some TBR busting! You should not have to buy new books to gain dollars for your bank! If you want to buy new books, however, I am never going to stop you!


I will do a "fake" game play tutorial post at the end of this process, which should clarify things substantially! It really will make sense once you see how it works and it will be fun!


Feel free to play the game in the background. There are some spaces that involve a community activity that should be fun, so keep an eye out for friends who need help! 





Basic Rules & FAQ


* Players keep track of their own game board and bank! Feel free to set up a discussion in the Bingo group to track, if you feel that will be helpful.

* Every player leaves the Start space with $20.00.

* Dice rolls are based on the honor system. You can either roll virtual dice or you can roll real dice at home. You will either roll two 6-sided dice or one 12-sided die. Up to you! Link to electronic dice.

* Virtual dollars are awarded based on the page length of the qualifying book, as follows:

0 to 100 pages: $1.00
101 to 200 pages: $2.00
201 to 400 pages: $3.00
401 to 800 pages: $5.00
over 801 pages: $10.00

*Players are eligible to roll only on odd-numbered dates.

*Like in monopoly, you can play through a space without reading a book to fill the task, the only rule is that you have to wait until the next roll date to move (so, the next odd numbered day, which is going to be either one or two days) However, if you choose to read for a space, you can't move until you finish the book and bank your payout.


*The one exception to the "you must finish the book before you move on rule" is that audiobook listeners may have one audiobook in progress while they continue moving around the board. You don't bank your payout until you finish listening.


*If you HATE your book, here's what you do! DNF's are absolutely allowed. You can count the # of pages read to get your payout - so if you read 120 pages before DNF'ing, you get $2.00 for your bank. The only caveat is that you have to read 10% of the book to get any payout.

*Game play will start on April 15th and end on July 31st, 2017.


*I will set up a Q&A thread in the Bingo group. Please post questions in that thread! 


*Where a task refers to genre tags, this is based on GR genre tags. If you don't have a GR account, and can't get into a book page to determine if it has the required genre tags, you can post the question in Q&A. In addition, the genre tag does not need to be one of the book page tags - it can be on the first page of the "top shelves" if the book has a lot of shelvings.

*On the final day of game play, players need to submit the value of their bank accounts to be considered for prize money.


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Game Play - Reading tasks


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Additional tasks


There are some remaining spaces that I'll explain in this post!


Unique Spaces:



Go to jail: Go to jail. Serve a sentence of 300 pages (or pay the equivalent bail of $3.00), unless there are enough pages in the prison library to spring you.



Jail visitor: Donate 100 pages (or $1.00) to the prison library before leaving the space. Post your donation on the group "Prison library" thread!



Free parking: roll the dice. Odd number sends you to the waterworks, even number sends you to the electric company, doubles sends you to the luxury tax.



Read a book with water on the cover, or where someone turns on the waterworks (i.e., cries) because of an emotional event.




Read a book where a main character is in STEM, or where the author's first and last name contain all of the letters in "Tesla".


Read a book where someone gets married, with jewelry on the cover, or where any character is a millionaire/billionaire!




Roll the electronic dice, and perform the task that corresponds to your roll!


  1. Let a BL friend choose your book! Post a list of 4 books - first one to comment chooses your next read.
  2. Give $5.00 to another player. If you don't have $5.00, roll again!
  3. Let a BL friend choose your next ride! Post your plight, and see where the first person sends you!
  4. You are in time out for two days. Wait for your chance to roll again.
  5. Collect $10.00 for yourself and one other player!
  6. It's your lucky day! Read any book for your next turn regardless of the task instructions!
  7. Double your dollars on your next read!
  8. Read in the wild! Take your book with you and find a place to read that isn't your living room for an hour!
  9. Post a picture or a story about a favorite vacation spot!
  10. Go to jail. Serve a sentence of 300 pages (or pay the equivalent bail of $3.00), unless there are enough pages in the prison library to spring you!
  11. Read for two! The rewards for your next book are doubled - and half of the money goes to another player of your choice!
  12. Wheel decide - spin the wheel to pick your next "land" and choose any property in the land for your next book!


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Game Play Tutorial

A Brief Game Play Tutorial


I thought it would be helpful to do a few rounds of play, to help explain how it will work! 

Game Play:


Roll 1:

4/15/17: Rolled 7, so game piece moves to space #7, which is Toad's Wild Ride in Fantasyland. The task for that space is: read a book with anthropomorphized/talking animals or read a "classic" fantasy published before 2000. I decide to read: Redwall, by Brian Jacques to fulfill this task. My version has 333 pages, so I get $3.00 for the task, which increases my bank to $23.00. I finish it in one day.


Roll 2:

I can't roll on 4/16/17, because it is not a roll day. On 4/17/17, I roll a 5, which puts me in space 11 - related to the opening year of Disneyland. My task is to read a book that takes place between 1945 and 1965, or that was written by an author born before 1955. I decide to read The Gunslinger by Stephen King, who was born in 1947.  This book is 231 pages long, so I make $3.00 for finishing this book, which increases my bank to $26.00.


Roll 3:

I am on vacation, so I don't roll again until the 4/21/17. I roll 10, and end up on the BL square. I roll my virtual dice, and roll a 5! I collect an extra $10.00 for myself, and for one other player. I pick someone to get the extra $10.00, and go on my way! My bank is now $36.00.


Roll 3:

I roll again on the 23rd. I roll a 6, and I land on Adventureland 26, which tells me to read a book tagged adventure or thriller. I'm not feeling adventure or thriller, so I decide to pass on this one. My bank remains at $36.00


Roll 4:

I roll again 4/25/17 and I roll a 3, which puts me on the boardwalk at Paradise Pier 28. The category for this one is "read a book set during Victoria's reign or tagged steampunk on GR." I decide to read Wilkie Collins The Moonstone. My edition has 510 pages, so I get a whopping $5.00 for this one. My bank is now $41.00.


And so on . . . 


Bank: $41.00


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Saving Mercy (Fatal Truth #1) by Abbie Roads

Saving Mercy (Fatal Truth) - Abbie Roads




He's found her at last

Cain Killion knows himself to be a damaged man, his only saving grace the extrasensory connection to blood that he uses to catch murderers. His latest case takes a macabre turn when he discovers a familiar and haunting symbol linking the crime to his own horrific past-and only one woman could know what it means.

Only to lose her to a nightmare

Mercy Ledger is brave, resilient, beautiful-and in terrible danger. The moment he sees Mercy, Cain knows he's the one who can save her. He also knows he's beyond redemption. But the lines between good and evil blur and the only thing clear to Cain and Mercy is that they belong together. Love is the antidote for blood-but is their bond strong enough to overcome the evil that stalks them?



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4 ½  ★

I meant to read a book by Abbie Roads for a while now and when the opportunity to review this book came up I jumped at it.

I’m so glad that I did. This book is a whole new level of thriller and romance mixed into one.

Loved the setting, dark, exciting, bite your nails crazy. But also a touch of humor and plenty of steamy time.

This book kept me on the edge on my seat throughout the entire book. It has some wicked good twists and turns and you never know what will happen next.

I loved the complex characters and their growth throughout the book, both from very different worlds each with their own dark past and yet they are connected and share a past.

Loved, loved this crazy thrilling world and characters that Abbie Roads has created.

The only minor hiccup for me was that the first two chapters were a bit confusing but I just seemed to flow into the right setting very quick and loved the rest of the book .

If you are a fan of dark romance and thrillers I highly recommend this book.

I rate it 4 ½  ★





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Seven Things about Abbie Roads:

She loves Snicker Parfaits. Gotta start with what’s most important, right?

She writes dark emotional books featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages.

By day she’s a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. At night she burns up the keyboard. Well… Burn might be too strong a word. She at least sits with her hands poised over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. And when it does—the keyboard might get a little warm.

She can’t stand it when people drive slowly in the passing lane. Just saying. That’s major annoying. Right?

She loves taking pictures of things she thinks are pretty.

She’s represented by Michelle Grajkowski of 3 Seas Literary.

Her first book will be out October 2016 through Sourcebooks.






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I'm not really sure yet, what to think 


4 ways to give a shout out to a beloved title

Reblogged from BookLikes:

If you're wondering how to praise a book and put it in the spotlight, the following BookLikes spots will come in handy.


1. Make it stand out -- write about it, review, share

(if you've missed read: 6 ways to write about books on BookLikes)

Once you meet a book you love, make sure to share your affection with your fellow bloggers and your book friends. Make reading a social activity with your little notes from your reading experience.

A reading update


A quote post


You can share the reading updates and quotes, and when you're finished make sure to add all the positives in a book review on your blog.

A book review


2. List it -- make a reading list with your favorite titles

(main menu -> Apps -> Reading lists)

Reading lists are awesome. They gathered the books around a given topic and at the same time make a never ending TBR pile a little less chaotic. Your list can have a descriptive intro and each title receives a note spot for a review snap or a recommendation sentence.


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With BookLikes Reading list feature you can sign in into a given list, add all the titles to your bookshelf with just one click (the thematic shelf will be added automatically to your BL Shelf), and then feel free to socialize while reading by discussing the books and visiting other bloggers reading it.



3. Give the book away

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Readers love books. Books love readers. Share you book love by giving the titles you love to other readers who haven't had a chance to read it yet.

You can decide who the book goes to by picking the giveaway winner by yourself.

The giveaway option is also great for the upcoming titles.



4. A new book is a new event

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If you can't sleep because of a new release invite friends to join your sleepless night. Add the new release page and personalize it to match the book theme, then share the news and invite other readers who crave the book.


A new release event page


What are you reading now? Share your beloved titles in the comment section below.

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A mysterious killer who calls himself The Artist is assassinating wealthy lawyers in San Francisco. When war veteran Jake Wolfe accidentally takes his picture during a murder, The Artist adds Jake to his kill list and he becomes a target in a deadly game of cat and mouse that only one of them can survive. How far would you go to protect your loved ones from a killer? Jake wants to leave his top secret, violent past life behind him. But the reluctant, flawed hero can't ignore his duty and his personal moral compass. This gripping thriller is full of suspense, plot twists and surprises. It features a cast of interesting characters, including several strong-willed women, two wise-cracking San Francisco Police Homicide Inspectors, one highly intelligent dog, and a philosophical killer who shares Jake's admiration for Van Gogh paintings but still plans to kill him anyway. As Jake gets closer to unraveling a merciless conspiracy, his life gets turned upside down and the danger level increases, adding to the growing suspense. This entertaining page-turner starts out as a murder mystery and then shifts gears into a high-speed action thriller that takes you on a roller-coaster ride to the riveting ending. A good read for those who enjoy mysteries, suspense, action and adventure, vigilante justice, unique characters, witty dialogue and a little romance too. Now on sale in over a dozen countries around the world. Be the first among your friends to read it.






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Today’s stop is for Lisa Olech’s Within a Captain's Power . We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway. Happy Reading :) 







Never underestimate the power of a pirate . . .

Captain James Steele is duty bound to capture the privateer Scarlet Night and bring her rebellious crew to England to hang. Then he will leave his majesty’s service, make an upstanding marriage, and join the landed gentry. But the winds of fate are blowing the straitlaced commander utterly off course.

Once aboard, James comes face to face with a pirate boy who is in reality fierce, desperate—and gorgeous—Samantha Christian, on the run from a sadistic Virginia plantation owner. With her identity unbound, the good captain dutifully takes her under his personal command, whereupon decorum goes out the porthole. But while his heart is lost to Samantha by the time they reach England, her noose still awaits. Now James’s sense of duty will be severely tested. As for Samantha, she has a plan, and a duty, of her own . . .






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Chapter 1 Pleasant Ridge, Virginia — 1715


“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” “I’m buying myself some time.” Samantha Christian whispered behind her fan. “You’re buying yourself another beating.” Her companion, Rebecca Whitmore, whispered back. “As long as I know it will be the last, Wessler can do his worst.” The air in the Whitmore’s ballroom was stifling. The room was packed with an overabundance of Virginia’s beautifully dressed elite. Plantation owners with their gossiping wives and pampered daughters wearing their latest Parisian fashions. Political bigwigs vying for attention, and high-ranking British military in crisp, sharp uniforms. All these, and Samantha—in the ill-fitting, cast-off gown of Damian Wessler’s deceased wife. She did her best to blend into the silk damask wallpaper. A mighty challenge wearing the color puce. It was the annual harvest ball. An anticipated favorite in the surrounding community. It would be social suicide not to attend, which is why Wessler agreed to allow Samantha to come, even though he despised her burgeoning friendship with Isabelle Whitmore and her daughter Rebecca. “Fine. We’ll go. But I won’t be spending my money on some foolish new gown. One of Marlene’s will do.” He snatched at her upper arm and gripped it viciously. Samantha shook with the effort not to cry out. “And if I catch you talking to those blasted Whitmore bitches, or you embarrass me in the slightest way, you’ll live to regret it.” He spit between his clenched teeth. It was his favorite expression. “You’ll live to regret it.” There was much Samantha regretted, but it did her little good to go back and try to undo what had already been done. Her only other option was to put her plan in action to leave the vile prison she found herself in, regardless of the unavoidable risk to her health. Wessler’s beating tonight would happen whether she followed his strict dictate or not. She might as well earn it honestly. Samantha fanned at her cheeks. She and Rebecca stood tucked in amongst the huge floral arrangements decorating the room. Magnolias and dogwood perfumed the space. She caught Wessler glaring at them from across the room and massaged the nauseous pitch and roll of her stomach with gloved fingers. “Mother has sent word, but if the Scarlet Night has moved on from their hiding place...” Rebecca clutched at Samantha’s wrist. Pale eyes, wide with concern, met hers. Samantha smiled, trying to reassure the girl. “That’s a chance I’ll have to take.” She closed her fan with a snap, kissed Rebecca’s cheek, and shot a defiant smile in Damian Wessler’s direction. “Now, why don’t you introduce me to the handsome Captain Steele?” Captain James Steele of the Royal British Navy was among the guests at tonight’s ball. He cut a dashing figure in his dress uniform of navy and cream. Broad shoulders filled his gold-trimmed coat. Brass buttons winked in the flicker of the hundreds of candles lighting the room. He wore no wig, choosing to club his hair. The color was a rich auburn that shone to a light ginger in the candlelight. It made the blue of his eyes all the more striking. Taller than the majority, he was by far the most noticeable man in the room. After the proper introductions, he swept her onto the dance floor. “Have you lived in Virginia long, Mistress Christian?” Her gaze darted from Wessler’s livid glare to the handsomeness of Captain Steele. “Six months. However, it feels more like six years.” He grinned. The curve of his mouth revealed a slight dimple in his left cheek. “Do you miss your home so much?” “I do, and my family most of all.” She tried to concentrate on the steps of the dance and boost her fortitude. “I, as well, but soon I’ll happily set sail with orders bringing me back to England. I’m looking forward to autumn in Weatherington.” “Weatherington? Is that where you’re from?” She dared another glance in Wessler’s direction. His glower caused her to falter and step on the captain’s polished boot. “I-I grew up not too far from there in South Oxbridge.” Captain Steele never missed a beat. “You don’t say. I know South Oxbridge well.” He spun her to the music before dipping his head and dropping his voice almost to a whisper. “I must warn you, my lady, there is a gentleman standing off my port side who has the most disagreeable scowl directed at us.” Samantha could almost feel Wessler’s eyes burning holes through her back. She forced a grin. “Does he resemble an overfed hound dog in a wig?” The captain threw back his head and laughed. The sound warmed her clear through and somehow gave her a necessary measure of courage. “Why, yes, now that you mention it, there is something a bit hound dog about him. Who is he? A suitor perhaps? An overprotective uncle? By his expression, perhaps he is your betrothed?” She lifted her gaze from his pristine silk neckcloth. The Captain’s eyes were impossibly blue. They were the sky on a brilliant summer afternoon. “No, he is not my betrothed. He is more my jailer.” Captain Steele laughed again. “Isn’t that somewhat the same thing?” “Spoken like a man who is either terminally single or unhappily betrothed.” “Betrothed, but not unhappily. Impatient. I’m to be wed as soon as I return to England.” Samantha blinked at the quick rush of unexpected disappointment. “Congratulations, Captain. Your fiancée is a lucky woman indeed.” “Thank you. Lillian is lovely. We’re well matched.” “Will you wed in Weatherington?” “Unfortunately, no. Lillian lives in London. She does not share my love of the country. A bit too rustic for her tastes.” “I’m a true country girl, I’m afraid,” Samantha lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug, “but I’ve always longed to see London.” His rust-tinged brows rose. “You didn’t sail from there?” “No, Portsmouth.” Turning once more in the dance, Samantha caught Wessler heading toward them, only to be intercepted by one of the other local plantation owners. He acknowledged the man with a civilized nod. The tolerant set of his jaw told Samantha he’d been caught in conversation. He shot her another dark scowl. “Well, if you ever find yourself back in England, you must allow me to show you London.” Captain Steele’s warm voice softened the edge of Wessler’s threat. “Won’t your Lillian mind?” She blinked up at him. The dimple in his cheek flashed once more. “I suspect she’d frown like your guard dog.” “I can certainly understand why. You are quite handsome.” A darting look told her Wessler still watched. Samantha laid her hand on the lapel of the captain’s jacket. “What is it about a man in uniform that is so appealing?” She traced the gold braid. “I wouldn’t know. I’m surrounded by men in uniform every day. I fail to see the allure.” Samantha’s laugh sounded tinny and forced to her ear. Their dance ended. Couples began to clear the dance floor. Wessler finished his conversation and seemed intent on making his way through the crowd toward them once again. “Captain, I do beg your pardon, but I am suddenly feeling a bit…It’s so terribly warm…” She feigned a stumble. He caught her arm. “Are you unwell?” “Air.” She lifted a shaky hand to her throat. “I’m desperate for a bit of air.” The orchestra began another lively tune. New dancers crowded the floor and blocked Wessler’s approach as Captain Steele guided her quickly in the opposite direction toward the French doors leading to the back veranda. The night breeze was a blessed relief after the heat of the ballroom. Moving them into the shadows, Samantha pressed a hand to her ribs and drew in several deep breaths. She lifted the back of her hand to her cheek. Captain Steele gave her a worried frown. “Are you all right?” “Yes,” she nodded, “I believe so.” She shot a glance over her shoulder. “Can I fetch you some water, perhaps?” “No, thank you. I’m feeling much better.” She laid a hand on his sleeve. The lights from the ballroom filtered through the sheer fabric adorning the doors and accented the attractive angles of his face. “Are you always so kind, Captain?” He gave her another small grin. “Unless I’m ordered otherwise.” “You are in His Majesty’s service.” Samantha responded coyly and curtseyed. “Aye, and loyal to king and country.” He inclined his head in a small bow. “And steadfast in your duty?” she teased. Captain Steele stood tall. “I know of no other way.” The doors to the veranda flew open. Music and the hum of conversation tumbled out as Damian Wessler rushed from the ballroom. He stood for a moment at the railing, peering into the shadowed pathways of the Whitmore’s formal gardens. Blood rushed in Samantha’s ears. Fear and panic caused her to clutch at Captain Steele’s sleeves. “Forgive me, sir.” she whispered before rising on tiptoes to crush her mouth to his. “Madam—” Captain Steele put his hands to her waist and gently tried to push her away. Samantha heard Wessler’s curse behind her. She tightened her grip. “Please, Captain, I’ve no time to explain,” She rushed. “Play along.” She slipped her arm about his neck, angled her mouth, and kissed him again. Wessler’s boot heels punctuated each stride as he marched toward them. He wrenched her out of Captain Steele’s grasp. “What in the bloody hell—” he snapped. His eyes held a murderous rage as he growled into Samantha’s face. His jowls trembled with barely contained fury. Samantha wiped at the corner of her mouth. She flashed Wessler a coy smile. “You can’t blame me for stealing a simple kiss.” She shot a nervous glance at the Captain. In the dim light, she couldn’t read his face, but the increasing bite of Wessler’s fingers interrupted all else. She faked a small stumble and a tiny burp. A forced giggle through her gloved fingertips capped her performance. “Whatever was in the punch? I’m so lightheaded.” “You’ll pardon us, sir, but Mistress Christian,” he jerked her to his side, “and I need to bid you a good eve.” As he spoke, his grip continued to tighten. “Come along, my dear,” he snarled as he jerked at her arm. “Didn’t I warn you not to drink too much this evening? Time to get you home.” Samantha pushed at his punishing hand. “We shouldn’t be rude to the Whitmore’s distinguished guest.” She shot Captain Steele an embarrassed glance. He was watching the exchange between her and Wessler. A frown knit his brows. “Another dance, Captain?” “We’re leaving,” bit Wessler. “The spirits were rather potent tonight. Perhaps, Mistress Christian simply needs a bit more air, Mister…?” Captain Steele held out his hand. Damian had to release her arm to return the Captain’s handshake. She couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped her. Her fingers wrapped around her battered skin. “Wessler. Damian Wessler. I own the Blackwater Plantation. Mistress Christian is in my employ, and she can be rather wild. Undisciplined. Ignorant to social protocol. Almost defiant.” The last words he directed toward her as he reached for her once more. “If you’ll excuse us.” Samantha started to thank the captain for his kindness, but Wessler jerked her away. His vise-like fingers left little room for argument. He dragged her back through the crowded ballroom and past a horrified Rebecca. “We—we need to t-thank our hosts.” She resisted the strength of his pull, casting a pleading glance back at Rebecca. She’d rushed to Isabelle’s side, and now both women watched their hasty departure, concern etched on their faces. “And give you yet another opportunity to humiliate me?” He wrenched her arm, causing her to gasp as he snarled into her ear. “Shut your fucking mouth and keep moving, or—” “Or what? I’ll live to regret it?”








Lisa A. Olech is an artist/writer living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings, the power of a man in a tuxedo, and happy endings.




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