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Release Day Blast: Masters of Seduction Boxed Set

Posted July 14, 2014 By Jennifer

 

Surrender to sinful pleasures and forbidden passions with Masters of Seduction, the sizzling new paranormal romance novella series from New York Times and internationally bestselling authors Lara Adrian, Donna Grant, Laura Wright and Alexandra Ivy.

In the realm of the Incubi Masters, pleasure is to die for and love is the deadliest game of all . . .

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MERCILESS: House of Gravor
by Lara Adrian
 
Blurb: 
 
Seeking vengeance for the murder of his brother, Incubus Master Devlin Gravori demands justice from the high court of the Nephilim. But fury and retribution are no match for the consuming desire he feels for Nahiri, the beautiful Nephilim warrior he claims as his hostage.
Excerpt

 

Nahiri
awoke in the middle of a large bed in a strange room.
She
shot upright the instant consciousness dawned, her hands reaching automatically
for her weapons.
They
were gone.
The
leather sheaths that crossed her torso were empty.
No. That meant her nightmare hadn’t
been just a dream. It was reality.
The Incubus in the temple…Devlin
Gravori.
He really had taken her.
Nahiri’s
eyelids snapped open in panic. Sunlight poured in from an open window across
the room, blasting her vision.
Momentarily
blinded, she squinted through her lashes, struggling to take quick stock of her
new surroundings.
Creamy
stucco walls. Dark hardwood floors and masculine-looking furnishings. Thick
timber beams high above her head.
And
beneath her, a massive bed. The mattress was as cushiony as a cloud, the cotton
sheets and silken coverlet calling to mind all manner of sins.
All
around her was the scent of intriguingly exotic spices and something even more
enticing.
Him.
She
sensed his presence even before she swung her head in his direction and found
him seated in an upholstered chair beside the bed. No, not seated in it,
exactly. Dominating it. The same way he seemed to dominate every space he
occupied.
His
big body lounged negligently where he sat, his powerful thighs spread, one arm
draped over the side of the chair, the other propping his head up, fist curled
loosely under the square line of his jaw.
He’d
shed his suit jacket at some point, and now wore just his gray tailored pants
and white business shirt. The collar was opened even farther than she recalled,
just one more button loosened, but exposing enough of his tawny skin to make
her mouth water with a sudden, unholy urge to taste him.
She
wanted to dismiss the impulse as one he planted in her mind, but she could tell
from the casual way he regarded her that any curiosity she felt in that moment
was hers alone.
Nahiri
scrambled off the bed. She backed into the farthest corner of the room, eyeing
him warily. “Where am I? Where have you taken me?”
“You’re
at Gravori House.” He cast a nonchalant look around the room. “More
specifically, you’re in my bedroom.”
Even
though she could have guessed as much, her heart still climbed into her throat.
Since she’d gone to the temple to train at eighteen years old, she hadn’t left
the sanctuary grounds even once. Let alone spent so much as a minute in a man’s
bedroom.
She
might be a virgin, but she had never been a wilting little girl. She was a
grown woman. A skilled warrior. She refused to let him intimidate her.
“It
was a bad idea to abduct me from the temple,” she informed him. “The Three will
see you punished for this, Incubus, regardless of what you mean to do to me.
And with or without my weapons, I am still a Blade. I will fight you every step
of the way.”
“The
same way you did in the High Chamber?”
Her
cheeks flamed with heat at the reminder. With humiliation. Her weakness had
shamed her in front of the other Blades, in front of the three priestesses
who’d entrusted her with their lives. With their faith that she was the best,
the strongest, of her peers.
And
this demon had disproved all of that in a moment.
He
would do it again if he wanted to. He could do anything he wanted to her.
Nahiri could see it in the hard glint of his golden eyes.
No,
for all her skill—for all her dedication to the teachings and training of the
temple—Devlin Gravori could destroy her at his whim.
“I’m
not interested in fighting you,” he murmured, as if he could read the troubled
direction of her thoughts.
She
swallowed, watching the way he stared at her from across the room. He didn’t
move, and yet her body trembled as though his hands were already on her, as hot
and roaming as his gaze. All the wicked, deviant things she’d ever heard about
Incubi appetites poured over her in a rush of dread and terrible anticipation.
“In
case you’re worried about it, I’m not interested in raping you either,” he
drawled, the corner of his mouth curling around the sensual growl of his deep,
rumbling voice. “Forcing a woman isn’t the Incubus way. Never been my way, at
any rate.”
Nahiri
hiked up her chin. “No, you’ll just bend my will until I submit. Or make me
your Thrall so you can siphon my life’s energy for your own. Maybe you’ll
manipulate my mind until I beg you to drain me completely. I suppose that would
be more your way.”
He
grunted, dark amusement in his tone. “I have plenty of women more than happy to
slake my needs—all of my needs.”
As
reassurances went, his did little to relieve her. He steepled his hands beneath
his chin, his citrine gaze locked on her. Nahiri could hardly breathe. His dark
energy was gathered about him, pulsating and vivid, but not the way she’d felt
it in the temple.
He
was holding his demonic allure in check now, despite the heat she felt licking
along her limbs and putting a flame to her blood. He intrigued her as much as
he unsettled her.
Heaven
save her, but he tempted her.
Even
as he terrified her, infuriated her…he stirred a dangerous longing in her.
And he knew.
The
way he studied her, he knew she was struggling against an attraction she wanted
desperately to deny.
One
raven brow quirked nearly imperceptibly. “If I wanted to take you as my lover,
Nahiri, or feed from you as my Thrall, I wouldn’t need force or Incubus magic
to do it.”
The
combination of her name on his lips and the terrible truth he spoke made her
heart stumble in her chest. It beat shallowly, accelerating in time with her
breathing.
And
she tried not to notice how his gaze tracked every inch of her body, settling
on her breasts as they rose and fell with each rapid squeeze of her lungs.
 He got out of the chair and stood in place for
a long moment. When he finally moved, his steps were measured, unrushed. So
confident, as if doubt was something he never had to trifle with when it came
to women.
Of
course, he’d told her as much, so his arrogance shouldn’t surprise her now.
Nahiri
stood, frozen, as he approached, his thick-muscled thighs carrying him in a
slow prowl across the room. He paused an arm’s length away from her.
“Why
did you bring me here?” she asked, grateful that the tremors of her body hadn’t
found their way into her voice. She could not forget for an instant that she
was dealing with a demon. “What do you want from me?”
His
sensual mouth twisted in contemplation. “I haven’t decided yet. But let me be
clear about one thing, little Blade. You may be pledged to the Three and their
precious temple, but in this House, I am Master. So long as I have you under
this roof, you will obey me. As of now, your well-being, your life—everything—belongs to me.”
 She bristled, outrage shooting through her
like fire. She welcomed the anger. It helped eclipse the desire that was still
simmering inside her, unwanted and never to be admitted—especially to this
overbearing heathen of a man.
Devlin
Gravori was mad if he expected her to think of him as anything but her captor.
Her
enemy.
And
he might as well realize that now.
Nahiri
peeled her lips back from her teeth in a furious smile. She squared off against
him, ready to do battle even without the benefit of her weapons. “I would
rather die before I give anything to you. Willingly or by force. I would see
you dead before that day.”
He
scowled as she hissed the words into his face. When he raised his hand, she
thought for certain he would strike her.
Instead,
his broad, warm palm came around the back of her neck. He held her in a firm
grip, and brought his face terrifyingly close to hers.
When
he spoke his voice was raw, as rough as gravel in his throat. “Be careful with
your threats, Nahiri. Those are dangerous words. Particularly when my kin are
already grieving the loss of one brother to your kind today.”
She
stared up into his fierce golden eyes, transfixed by the power she saw there.
By the pain and fury that hardened his handsome features and tightened the lush
line of his mouth.
“On
the other side of this bedroom door, I have a dozen Incubi brothers and cousins
who might be tempted to take your threats against me to heart. They might be
tempted toward other things too. But not so long as you’re under my watch. No
one takes what belongs to me.”
As
he spoke, his gaze drifted to her mouth. It lingered there, and suddenly Nahiri
could hardly swallow for the lack of moisture in her throat. Her lips tingled
under his gaze, aching for contact. Her temples pounded with her heartbeat, a
rising, steady thrum that seemed to echo in the small space between her body
and his.
Everything
female in her was fixed on this man—this dark, deadly demon—and the unholy need
he aroused in her.
“You
will obey me,” he muttered, the command like velvet on her senses when it
should grate like sharp stones. “As of right now, Nahiri the Blade, you belong
to me.”


About the Author

 

LARA ADRIAN is the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author of the Midnight Breed vampire romance series and numerous other titles published independently. With nearly 4 million books in print and digital worldwide, and translations licensed in more than 20 countries, Lara’s books have been called “addictively readable” (Chicago Tribune), “strikingly original” (Booklist) and “a must-read” (Fresh Fiction). She lives in New England with her husband, where she is currently at work on her next novel.

 

To learn more about Lara’s books and to sign up for her email newsletter, visit www.LaraAdrian.com.

 

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SOULLESS: House of Romerac 

By  Donna Grant



Blurb: 

Incubus Master Canaan Romerac is focused solely on revenge against those who betrayed him and put him in the Oubliette for five hundred years. That is until he sets eyes on Rayna. Can the beautiful Nephilim heal Canaan’s wounded soul before it’s too late?

 

 

 Excerpt

 

It took less than a day for Canaan to
realize he had to get accustomed to the world much more than he had
comprehended. It had taken a lot for him to walk away from the beautiful Rayna,
but walk away he had.
 
                He
might be a sex demon, but no was no. The next block over he found just the
woman he needed to feed off of and restore some of his strength.
 
                As
usual, people were eager to share useless information, but he did manage to
glean facts he did need. Like the name of the town – Traders Hollow – and that
New York City was five hours away by car.
 
                Canaan
had expected the human race to make advancements, but he hadn’t expected such
bold leaps as the computer, cell phones, and weaponry. Then again, the humans
were rather gifted in killing themselves.
 
                As
the day faded to night, Canaan knew he 
couldn’t leave Traders Hollow just yet, even though he was more than ready to begin his trail of revenge.
 
                If
the human world had changed so much, what of the Incubi and Nephilim? 
He needed
to know every detail before he set out for the city. There would be no
mistakes, no oversights. No missteps.
 
                Few
would see him coming.
 
                Fewer
still would know what ended their lives.
 
                But
in the end, he would right the wrong done to him.


About the Author


Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than forty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres of romance.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.


Her childhood dream was to become a professional ballet dancer and study under the amazing Mikhail Baryshnikov. Though she never got to meet Baryshnikov, she did make it to New York City and performed in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Later, Donna’s love of the romance genre and the constant stories running through her head prompted her to sit down and write her first book. Once that book was completed, there was no turning back.


Donna sold her first book in November 2005 while displaced from Hurricane Rita, a storm that destroyed portions of the Texas Gulf Coast. Since then, Donna has sold novels and novellas to both electronic and print publishers. Her books include several complete series such as Druids Glen, The Shields, Royal Chronicles, Sisters of Magic, Dark Sword, Dark Warriors, and her new series, Dark Kings.

 

Despite the deadlines and her voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two young children, four cats, three fish, and one long haired Chihuahua. She’s blessed with a proud, supportive husband who loves to read and travel as much as she does.

 

You can find Donna at 

         

 

SHAMELESS: House of Vipera

by Laura Wright

 
Blurb:

Sexy Incubus Master Scarus Vipera has grown weak, and the only thing that will strengthen him again is Rosamund, the power-rich female of the Harem. But the mysterious Nephilim is determined to leave the Harem untouched, her heart intact.


Excerpt:

 

Scarus Vipera, Master of the House of Vipera, was growing weaker by the day.He needed sex.Power-rich sex.But not just any female would do. If he was to gain back his strength, he needed one of the Immortal Nephilim of the Harem.He exited his private plane and moved down the steps toward the waiting limousine. The heat of the desert clime invaded his custom gray suit and attacked the skin, muscles and bones beneath. He despised the weakness spreading unchecked inside of him. Despised that it forced him to revisit the place that had, only five years ago, caused him both stunning pleasure and the deepest pain.

Walking out those ancient doors framed in the finest gold, he’d sworn never to return. He would find his pleasure, his power, his repast, elsewhere. He would forget. About the Nephilim who’d birthed his son—his only child—then run away. He’d forget how he’d bonded with the boy.

Watched as his mother nursed him. Oh, he’d been a strong little male. Scarus should’ve seen how the Nephilim was doting on him, how she’d held him all through the night as though she hated to be parted from him. It wasn’t something he’d ever seen before. Normally, if the child was male the Nephilim would be only too happy to be rid of it. But not Daya. She’d taken the boy and run, both of them meeting with an accident just two days later.

The pain that had swarmed Scarus like a thousand angry wasps was both surprising and debilitating. He hadn’t been able to forget, and had lost any good nature that he’d been blessed with. Barking orders at his servants, not attending any celebrations or holidays with his family, refusing to meet with the Masters of the other Houses. He could not care for what was happening outside his palazzo in Ravello. Whether it was how the Sovereign was closing in on the end of his reign and had not been seen in far too long. Or how Devil Gravori believed that the Three were destroying all human/Incubus pregnancies to ensure that the Succubi remained extinct. He only cared about staying alive and strong for his House, and for all of those within it who relied on him.

As he approached the sleek black car, whose doors carried the Vipera House sigil of a coiled serpent, the desert wind whipped around him. To regain his strength he needed the power of the Harem.

About the Author

 

Unlike many of my peers in the writing world, I wasn’t a writer or a reader until I left high school. During my youth I was into theater, song and dance, commercials and boys. I loved romance surely, but I had never read a romance novel until my late teens. With that said, I remember the day I did like it was a moment ago – my aunt gave me the Jude Deveraux novel, Knight in Shining Armor and I couldn’t put it down until the very last word. Then I went straight to the library and got another – then another until I’d read everything she’d ever written. After that, it was McNaught, Howard, Schone, Kleypas, and the Silhouette line, Desire. I instantly loved those emotional, sexy reads, so much so that I began to carve out ideas for my own stories, themes that were unique to me and moved me. In 1997 I enrolled in UCLA extension writing classes, met my mentor and critique partners and since have never stopped writing. I was committed then and I still am now; the need to tell my own romantic stories a full on obsession. My first manuscript was rejected, and though the second one was as well the editor who’d rejected it wanted to see something else from me. I had something (note to authors; always keep working, even after you’ve sent in a proposal) and sent it right away. The day I got the call telling me Desire wanted to buy Cinderella and the Playboy was the best day of my life. That is until I married my husband, and had my two beautiful children. But I must say, writing is much like motherhood – tough, grueling, surprising, delicious and for me, a dream come true.

 

If you’re interested…

I was born and raised in Minnesota. It’s where my love of all things green, wet and grown in the ground comes from. As you read above, before writing I was an actor, singer and dancer, specifically a BALLROOM dancer – an instructor and competitor as well. That work took me to many places like New York, Ohio and Wisconsin. I live in Los Angeles now, but I’m always thinking about greener pastures – literally.

 

You can find Laura at

         

RUTHLESS: House of Xanthe 

By Alexandra Ivy


Blurb:

Jian, Master of the House Xanthe, has devoted his life to returning his family to their former prominence. When he’s offered a contract to hunt down the missing Sovereign, he’s eager to accept. The last thing he expects is to encounter a stunningly beautiful angel who stirs more than his lust.



Excerpt

 

“I’ll give you full credit for your arrogance,” she mocked,
spreading her wings as the mirage of snakes continued to crawl over her
body.  She needed to keep him distracted
until he’d stepped into her trap.  “Your
intelligence, however, is obviously deficient.”
His low chuckle wrapped around her like a silken caress,
making her nipples bead with a sharp-edged longing.
Damn.  It’d been so
long since she’d been touched in anything but anger.
Too long.
“Trust me, I’m not lacking in anything.”
Muriel felt the soft stroke of fingers down the slope of her
shoulder.
Incubi magic, of course.
It had to be.  She
would know if the demon were that close to her.
Still, that didn’t halt the searing lick of anticipation
that spread through her body.
“Then why are you hiding from me?” she rasped.
“I’ve told you,” the aggravating male murmured.  “I want answers.”
“Answers to what?”
“Why have you created a gateway into the fortress?”
Her mouth went dry as she continued to back toward the
distant wall.
That was a question she had no intention of answering.
Instead she feigned confusion.  “What fortress?”
Without warning a pulse of heat sizzled through the air as
the Incubus abruptly stepped from the shadows.
“You want to play games, sweetheart?”
Muriel hissed, reeling beneath the impact of his beauty.
He was quite simply…magnificent.
Not the ethereal loveliness of male angels.  Or the rough aggression of humans.
He was pure male temptation.
A walking, talking invitation to sex.
Against her will, Muriel found her gaze lingering on the
glossy darkness of his hair and the lean, finely sculpted features, before
lowering to the slender, muscled body that made her fingers twitch with the
urge to explore every hard inch.
Her heart raced as her gaze returned to his face, instantly
ensnared by his golden eyes.
Oh heavens, those eyes…
They shimmered with the promise of pleasure beyond her
wildest dreams.

 

About the Author

 

I’m not exactly sure when I fell in love with books.  Probably on my mother’s knee listening to her read Dr. Seuss to me.  I do remember that I was barely old enough to cross the street by myself when I discovered the delights of the local library.

Could anything be more wonderful than spending summer days surrounded by stacks of Nancy Drew mysteries?  Over the years I fell in love with Victoria Holt, Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, and J.R.R. Tolkien just to name a few.  I read poetry, essays, biographies, and plays.  In fact, I read anything I could get my hands on.

 

Years later (no, I’m not admitting how many) I’m still an avid reader, and my tastes are still as varied as they were in my youth, which I suppose helps to explain why I enjoy writing regency historicals under the name of Deborah Raleigh, as well as my contemporary paranormals as Alexandra Ivy.

For now that is enough to keep me busy, but who knows what the future might hold!

 

I do have a few other loves in my life besides reading and writing, the most important being my unbelievably patient husband, David, and my two sons, Chance and Alexander.  Without their constant support and belief in me, I never could have been able to follow my dreams.  They are truly my heroes.

 

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NIGHT’S END Blog Tour Wrap Up

Posted July 7, 2014 By Jennifer

NightsEndBlogTourButtonI am so thankful to have been a part of Yasmine Galenorn’s NIGHT’S END blog tour. It’s a series that I love, and although this is the end of THIS story, I look forward to each book Yasmine puts out. For those of you who might have missed the tour, or in case you missed a stop along the way, here’s a wrap-up of the guest posts and reviews that were included. Most all have individual prizes (some may have ended), and there is a grand prize (goodie basket from Yasmine that includes a Kindle Paperwhite!!) that ends today. If you want to catch up on the fun, and take advantage of the last day to enter… here are you chances:

 

 

Night’s End Blog Tour Participants

Sunday, June 29th

Monday, June 30th

Tuesday, July 1st

Wednesday, July 2nd

Thursday, July 3rd

Friday, July 4th

Saturday, July 5th

 

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU… to all the blogs who participated in the tour, and to all who joined the Release Day Blast!!! I hope you all had a lot of fun with this. There are only a few hours left if you want to enter to win the grand prize… although the books, guest posts and interviews will be cool long after midnight 🙂

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WordsAndMusicMonday

Today’s Words & Music Monday post is for book that is a little outside of my general reading preference. K C Burn writes The Galactic Alliance series, and in May released book three, VOODOO ‘N’ VICE. I’ve just started the series, have finished book one, SPICE & SOLICE. They’re sci-fi, m/m, and a lot of crazy fun. Big thanks to K C, who is just coming out of deadline hell, for sharing her musical thoughts for VOODOO ‘N’ VICE.

authorpic_kcburnI know a lot of authors make playlists for specific stories, ones that make them think of the characters or plot. I generally don’t do this. Mostly because my musical tastes are extremely narrow. There are three types of music I listen to – punk, industrial, and 80s alternative. That’s pretty much it. Occasionally some 90s grunge, but I never listen to the radio, so many songs that most people are familiar with… I have no clue.

 

Additionally, when I’m writing I have a hard time keeping my butt in the chair. I get easily distracted, so I use music to keep me planted in the chair. And finally, not all my characters are punk-loving, guyliner wearing dudes. Sure, some of them are, but more often than not, my music isn’t going to reflect or resonate with the characters I’m writing.

 

With Voodoo ‘n’ Vice, the third in my Galactic Alliance series, I had a slightly different experience. The whole series is set on Elora Ki, a planet at the edge of Galactic Alliance territory. Because the planet is so far from the center of the human alliance, there tends to be a little more lawlessness and moral flexibility. The setting in my head is a cross between Blade Runner and Firefly. It may not come across quite that dark in execution, but that’s sort of what’s in my mind. And, of course, there’s a bit of alien boinking – can’t forget that!

 

Because of that, there are actually a number of songs in my music library that put me in the right frame of mind to write Voodoo ‘n’ Vice. For instance, Evolution by Korn has a great sci-fi vibe and it’s dark. The Bog by Bigod 20 and Headhunter by Front 242 have a more horror/supernatural feel to them, but they’re both dark, with (in my opinion) singers who sound so sexy, I could listen to them forever. Dark, sexy, and just a little bit scary. Perfect for Elora Ki.

 

I’ve included links to videos on YouTube for The Bog and Headhunter, if anyone is interested. I have NO idea what the videos are supposed to represent – the imagery isn’t really anything I associate with the songs themselves.

The Bog


Headhunter

Voodoo ‘n’ Vice is the third book in my Galactic Alliance series with Carina Press, but it can be read on its own.

 

After nearly causing a galactic incident, fleet captain Gideon Arcturus is disgraced, demoted and exiled with nothing CARINA_0514_9781426898419_VoodooViceLgto do but pass the time at a seedy club on seedier planet Elora Ki. It’s no place for a straight-laced soldier, but following the rules is what got him there in the first place. When he meets a mesmerizing fire dancer, he’d do anything to get close to the flame.
Tai doesn’t date customers—it’s far too dangerous for a man who was once for sale. But the shy, awkward Gideon entices him, and the two spend Gideon’s leave tangled together, neither knowing the passion that stirs within them won’t soon subside.
When a violent drug lord forces Tai back into slavery, Tai has no choice but to give up his new love. But when Gideon learns that Tai’s fate lies with those who brought about his own ruin, he’ll need to revisit his own difficult past in order to save them both.

 

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KC Burn has been writing for as long as she can remember and is a sucker for happy endings (of all kinds). She edits web content by day and neglects her supportive hubby and needy cat at night to write stories about men loving men in the past, present, and future.

Visit KC at her website, on Twitter, or on Facebook.

 

CoastalMagic2015Vertical4And as a bonus piece of info… KC will be among the Featured Authors at next year’s Coastal Magic Convention in Daytona Beach, FL.

Coastal Magic is a super casual, urban fantasy and paranormal romance focused convention in Daytona Beach, FL. With panels designed to start interesting discussion, and meet & greets with fun themes, we’ve got something for every fan. Join us for reader, blogger, and author shenanigans, and lots of “supernatural” inspired activities. Saturday’s charity book sale and signing is open to convention attendees, and FREE to the public. Come take a bite out of the beach with us!! Feb 5-8, 2015

To see the current lineup, or for registration information, visit the official site by clicking the graphic.

 

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Review: CHINKS! by Peter Anderson

Posted July 4, 2014 By hmccubbin

chinksTitle: Chinks! (Survivor Series, #2)
Author: Peter Anderson
Release Date: May 24, 2012
ISBN #: 9783838712925
Pages: 56
I received this ebook for review from the publisher via Netgalley, in exchange for an honest review. I was in no way compensated for this review.

 

My first thought when I opened this book on my Kindle was that I didn’t know it was a serial novel. This is the second episode of the book so I already felt I was a bit behind. However, with that being said, I quickly found myself immersed in this strange world of the “Survivor” crew.

Hands down, Ai was the most interesting character of all the crew, which consists of: Ryan Nash, ex Navy Seal and the Commander, Dr. Gabriel Proctor, chief scientist, Jacques D’Abo, a black man from suburbs of Paris who seems to be the muscle, Maria dos Santos, who has healing powers, and Ai Rogers, who is a bit of a mystery and has a power to be invisible. She is mute and as the crew lands on a planet inhabited with Chinese Cyborg creatures, she discovers she can understand them as they are speaking Cantonese. However, she doesn’t talk so she can’t convey the information she hears. Ai just follows her crew to the leader of this alien planet to find out what their fate will be.

All the other characters fell flat for me and that was partly due to every other chapter giving us Ai’s background from her childhood in Hong Kong. The reader is bounced back and forth between the present–the crew on an alien planet inhabited by “Chinks” (a derogatory term for the Chinese)–and the past–Ai’s 10 year old self and the horrible life as a child laborer in Hong Kong. I felt that the chapters about Ai were very detailed, very vivid and extremely well-written. I found myself wanting to read more about her life during that time. The chapters that were written about the present were quite the opposite; a bit boring and I felt I was being told rather than shown the story. There is a battle between the Survivor Crew and the cyborgs which is very vivid, but other than that, it’s almost as if two different people wrote this book.

In sum, I would recommend it if you enjoy character development stories, Sci Fi with Cyborgs and alien warfare, but you may want to search and start with the first “episode”.

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Cover for Beguiled

Posted July 3, 2014 By Jennifer

I’m totally jumping in on Deborah’s wagon here… but CHECK OUT THIS GORGEOUS COVER!!!! I can’t wait to have this!! 🙂

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