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DUTCH by Madhuri Pavamani
E-Original published by Swerve
Publication Date: April 4, 2017
ISBN: 9781250127198
Price: $3.99

“Full of sex, magic, and turmoil…poetic and utterly beautiful. I can’t remember the last time a book made me stop and think, wow.” –Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times bestselling author

DUTCH is Madhuri Pavamani’s first book in a stunning new, suspenseful urban fantasy series that will take you on a wild ride full of danger, love, sex, and magic.

I’ve spent years holed up in the deepest, darkest parts of the city, fighting to keep Death and her Poochas from crossing the dead back to the living. My skill with a blade is bested only by my menace, my despair, my anguish – the strongest weapons I yield.

Then I meet Juma Landry and it all goes to hell.

She is beauty and love and sex and light, everything I am not. And she makes me want things I haven’t desired in years. But the monsters of my life, the evil lurking in the dark corners of my soul, those places craven and vile, bind me to a past I cannot shake free. As the most skilled Keeper for the Gate, nothing and no one can prevent me from excelling at a job I never wanted. I do it because it is my legacy, a fate I cannot outrun, but when Juma becomes my next assignment, each of her nine lives to be ended by my hand, I must decide: the legacy I never wanted or the love I don’t deserve.

“Ms. Pavamani’s DUTCH is the perfect melange of poetry, fantasy and rebellious raunch. Absolutely addictive!” –Helen Hardt, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

“Dark. Sensual. Unputdownable. I devoured this book and can’t wait for the next!”–Kate Baxter, author of The Untamed Vampire

Author Bio
Madhuri Pavamani is the author of the paranormal romance trilogy, THE SANCTUM. A Southern girl with Northern sensibilities, a slight twang, and who still uses the word y’all, but never fixin’, she has an affinity for writing twisted love stories and dark poetry. A graduate of Barnard College, and incapable of leaving the bright lights of New York City, Madhuri works in Manhattan, but rests her head in New Jersey. She loves whiskey, tattoos, Bukowski, and yoga.

Author Links
Website: madhuripavamani.wordpress.com
Twitter: twitter.com/madhuriwrites

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I was eight years old the first time I rode an elephant.

I was visiting my grandparents, and the local zoo’s specimen had given birth to a dwarf, so everyone in the household wanted to witness the freak. They rustled up the whole lot of us, waved down some auto-rickshaws, and off we went, zooming toward the unimaginable feat of nature.

I took one look at that dwarf and knew it was scared. I also knew it was a complete bore.

The mom was much more interesting and already back to earning her share, offering rides to any souls brave enough to climb atop her back. My cousins needed no invitation, and before anyone knew what was happening, grandparents included, they scampered up the poor beast’s back and were raring to go.

I stood off to the side and watched, shy and somewhat quiet, still a bit ill at ease in my new environs. It was not every day I was shipped halfway across the world on a bird in the sky, and summarily deposited with two elderly souls I barely knew and certainly did not trust.

The elephant was a good move.

I was warming up to the two brown people smiling while their eyes flashed back and forth in rapid succession from me to the brood atop the grey beast. My grandmother clucked warmly in my direction, offering some words of encouragement as the mahout waved me over.

He was awfully scrawny and rather filthy, and I shot him a foul look. No fucking way was he controlling anything if that grey monster decided to stop taking anyone’s shit. But I was eight, and I was curious, and it was an elephant, for fuck’s sake. So I stopped putzing around on the outskirts of the action and leaned in


somewhat curious.

Which was enough for Mr. Mahout. Faster than I would have ever assumed he could move, he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and hoisted me onto the dwarf’s mama.

Not on her back, with my cousins

but right behind her ears, on what seemed to be her neck, my hands resting on her head.

She was just like the old man who swam laps at the YMCA every Monday and always bent over to lotion his legs, providing me the perfect view of his ass—hairy and wrinkled and grey.

The mahout settled in behind me and gave his signal, but the old girl wasn’t going anywhere. She bobbed her head side to side, and he yelled something in Tamil, all of it unintelligible since I didn’t speak a bit of anything from the motherland.

At least not then.

He yelled again and gave her some swats with his whip, but she didn’t give a shit. Instead, she lifted her trunk into the air, pushed it about like a show-off, raised it to her head, and sniffed my hands.

I froze, for a second worried I might piss my pants.

I did not want to piss my pants, sitting there high in the air, because I did not want to soil her neck, but really I did not want another excuse to be the laughingstock of my unruly gang of cousins. So I let her do whatever she needed to do, praying all the while her trunk wasn’t full of tiny teeth that could suddenly inhale my hands and then my arms and then my head to chew me up and feed me to the dwarf.

I had not flown halfway across the fucking globe to wind up as dwarf fodder.

So I shut up

and homegirl sniffed me up

and eventually she started walking, doing a slow rotation of the park, giving us kids the ride of our lives.

I was eight, and it was magical.

I am now thirty-seven, and let me tell you, this world is anything but magical.

My name is Dutch Mathew

I kill for The Gate

and I am a Keeper.







I was five years old when I died

and ooooooh god

did it hurt.

The pain is what I recall most, even more than the blood and the fear, the panic in my ma’s eyes as she begged my da to drive faster, the strain in my da’s voice as he emphatically insisted his child would





Louder than any of that was the pain, the searing shock and burn of my throat as the bullet missed its mark, entered my neck right below my left ear, and exited slightly lower on the right side.

It had been a normal summer day in Atlanta, hot beyond all get-out, but by late afternoon with a storm on the horizon, the heat had relented a bit, providing some respite from the cramped boxes of our apartments in the Shamrock complex

North Druid Hills Road

Decatur, Georgia.

Hardly glamorous but hardly the hood, kind of a socioeconomic in-between land, rather nondescript and average.

The complex was full of families with kids everywhere

in the pool

on the courtyard

down the street.

A jumbled, excited, energetic mix of brown and black and white arms and legs, ponytails and braids, Mohawks and fades. We played outside, unsupervised, because there were so many of us, a mass of pint-size humanity, running wild.

Until the day I died.

The sky was clear and a bird sang,

which was so strange because usually the heat killed any motivation for creating sweet music. But not that day and not that bird. She was singing her heart out that afternoon.

I like to think of her as a “she” because that song was so damn pretty, so clear and melodious.

Until it wasn’t.

The shot rang out in all of that summer perfection, ruining our fun and scarring our childhood. Those kids I ran with when I was so, so small, they forever remembered that shot. I, on the other hand, forever remembered the pain.


ripped flesh

pain like fire

too much for a tiny human to comprehend and contain.

And metal.

The taste on my tongue, filling my throat until I coughed and sputtered and felt like I could barely breathe.

I screamed

I think

or I tried at least.

It came out gurgly and thick


Then arms

so strong and certain clutching me

and being airborne

high above the others





And screaming

everyone was screaming




and over all of them was the lilt of my ma’s voice.

Through the haze of my pain and blood loss and trauma, she talked to me. Rubbing my head, begging me to keep my eyes open

we’re close

we’re close

we’re close.

But she could not ease the pain, damp the burn. Her voice could not soothe my misery, act as a salve, a poultice for the gaping holes in my tiny throat. Nothing could stop the fire that threatened to rip me in half.

That pain remains to this day. It hid in the dark places of my body, lingered in some of my light, and made certain I never forgot it. I might have worked for Death, that sexy mistress, but the pain was my lord and master.

I just didn’t share that with Death. Not then, not ever.

My da was chief of something at the hospital in town. He ran in like he owned the place, I came to learn much later, and started going about the business of saving my life. Until he was pushed away and told to “wait right there!” so they could go about the business of saving my life. But it did not matter, they could do nothing. None of them, neither the doctors and nurses nor my da the chief, because that day, July eleventh, was to be my last on this earth as Juma Landry, daughter of Rufus and Mimi Landry.

Because on that day, July eleventh, I died and became Death’s Poocha.

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Stieg Engstrom, Angriest Viking Ever, has got big problems. The human Viking Clans of earth are in danger of being obliterated—along with the rest of the world—and the only one who may be able to save them is a super pain-in-the-ass Crow. Most people annoy Stieg, but this is the one woman he really can’t stand…

Erin Amsel loves being a Crow! Why wouldn’t she when the other Viking Clans are so hilariously arrogant and humorless? She’s not about to let all that come to an end! She just didn’t expect to be shoulder to shoulder in battle with Stieg. Then again, he’s so easy to torment—and also kind of cute.

With the future of the world riding on them, Stieg knows he’ll have to put aside his desperate need to kiss the smirk right off Erin’s face. Wait. What? He didn’t mean that—did he? No! They have one goal: To conquer the idiots. Because nothing bugs Stieg more than when idiots win. If only he can keep himself from suddenly acting like one…


I was given a copy of this book by Netgalley for an honest review.

The Unyielding (Call Of Crows) is a fast-paced, roller coaster of a ride! Erin is a Crow, and can piss anyone off in just a few minutes. Each Crow has a special ability, and she has the ability of fire. She must team up with Stieg to get a sword to help stop Ragnarok from happening. Erin can even piss of the Gods with her annoying, snarky attitude. I love her!! Steig is a hunky Raven who is told to watch her back. Oh! Did I mention that a Dragon has the sword. This book will have you rolling on the floor with laughter. These two have so much chemistry between them that it is a wonder that they don’t go up in flames when they are around each other. I cannot wait to see what she has in store for us next. I recommend this book and series to everyone. I give THE UNYIELDING 5/5 STARS.


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In the Shadows: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Boxed Set

by Various Authors
Publication Date: March 27, 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Anthology


Amazon: http://amzn.to/2nqdY18
B&N: http://bit.ly/2lnCq3X
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2mUI2j9


Quench your thirst and satisfy your cravings with this enticing collection of 12 paranormal stories written by the hottest USA Today, and Bestselling authors. From wolves, and demons, to big cats, alpha males and vampire tales, you’ll be sure to find something you love because there is always something lurking… In the Shadows…

This set includes these fantastic stories by your favorite authors:

Night Falls (Racinitine Pack 1) by Nicole Morgan

When Kinzey gets too close to Paul’s secrets, he is faced with making a choice that could not only change his world, but the only life his pack has ever known.

The Guardian (Mended Souls Book 1) by Jacquie Biggar

Can two lost souls stop a crazed madman before he strikes again?

Araya’s Addiction by Jocelyn Dex

When an Incubus wakes up naked, collared, and locked in a cell, he knows thinking with his dick has finally gotten him into trouble.

Kassandra’s Wolf (Book 3 of The Dragon Ruby Series) by Leilani Love

She drugged him. Waking up hard and alone, all Damien could think about was teaching Kassandra the errors of her ways.

Wolf’s Soul by Tierney O’Malley

All he wanted was her sword, but she gave him her heart–whole-souled.

Alix (The Coven’s Grove Chronicles Book 1) by Virginia Hunter

Building friendships isn’t easy…building a coven is even harder. Join Alix in a race for survival and her discovery that love and magic aren’t that far apart.
Asura Night by Fionn Jameson

Monsters exist. But so do demon hunters, and they’re not giving up the fight easily.
When the Clock Strikes (Paranormal Personnel Saga 0.5) by Joanna Mazurkiewicz

Thoughts about Julia had corrupted my mind to the point that I couldn’t function.

Alexander’s Blood Bride (Vampires of London Book 1) by Lorelei Moone

Alexander has waited centuries to meet a woman like Cat. The catch: she’s a mortal with blood is so tempting that every vampire in London will want to claim her.

The Dryad’s Pawprint (Paranormal Council #1) by Laura Greenwood

He’ll give up his happiness to help his people–but can he give up his soulmate?

After Moonlight by Cate Farren

Can two souls survive a world where only werewolves remain?

The Blood Empire: Episode One A Vampire Dark Fantasy Novel

(Prequel to The Blood Rite Saga Book 1) by Dylan Keefer

Master and servant, vampire and human; their lives couldn’t be any different. Their illicit affair could cost them their lives.


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The sixth book in New York Times-bestselling Seanan McGuire’s witty urban fantasy InCryptid series about a family of cryptozoologists who act as a buffer between humans and the magical creatures living in secret around us.

“The only thing more fun than an October Daye book is an InCryptid book.” —Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times-bestselling author of Sookie Stackhouse series

Improbable, adjective:
1. Not very likely to happen; not probable.
2. Probably not a very good idea anyway.
3. See also “bad plan.”

As the youngest of the three Price children, Antimony is used to people not expecting much from her. She’s been happy playing roller derby and hanging out with her cousins, leaving the globe-trotting to her older siblings while she stays at home and tries to decide what she wants to do with her life. She always knew that one day, things would have to change. She didn’t think they’d change so fast.

Annie’s expectations keep getting shattered. She didn’t expect Verity to declare war on the Covenant of St. George on live television. She didn’t expect the Covenant to take her sister’s threat seriously. And she definitely didn’t expect to be packed off to London to infiltrate the Covenant from the inside…but as the only Price in her generation without a strong resemblance to the rest of the family, she’s the perfect choice to play spy. They need to know what’s coming. Their lives may depend on it.

But Annie has some secrets of her own, like the fact that she’s started setting things on fire when she touches them, and has no idea how to control it. Now she’s headed halfway around the world, into the den of the enemy, where blowing her cover could get her killed. She’s pretty sure things can’t get much worse.

Antimony Price is about to learn just how wrong it’s possible for one cryptozoologist to be.


I was given a copy of this book by Netgalley for an honest review.

Magic For Nothing (InCryptid) is a hi-flying hit! The characters and world building is well-developed. Antimony Price is the youngest of the Price children, and when her older sister lets the world know about monsters on T.V, she now has to go undercover. She goes overseas to join the Covenant to see what their plans are to come to the U.S. Her skills and her time spent in the circus is the perfect cover going in. By becoming a member of the Covenant, she sees them in a new light. She is a survivor and loves what she does. The other price kids are likable, but Antimony is the best of the bunch. This book will have you on the edge of your seat until the very end. I loved this book and series! This book does not disappoint! I recommend this book and series to everyone. I give MAGIC FOR NOTHING 5/5 STARS.


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 New York Times bestselling author Anne Bishop returns to her world of the Others, as humans struggle to survive in the shadow of shapeshifters and vampires far more powerful than themselves…

After a human uprising was brutally put down by the Elders—a primitive and lethal form of the Others—the few cities left under human control are far-flung. And the people within them now know to fear the no-man’s-land beyond their borders—and the darkness…

As some communities struggle to rebuild, Lakeside Courtyard has emerged relatively unscathed, though Simon Wolfgard, its wolf shifter leader, and blood prophet Meg Corbyn must work with the human pack to maintain the fragile peace. But all their efforts are threatened when Lieutenant Montgomery’s shady brother arrives, looking for a free ride and easy pickings.

With the humans on guard against one of their own, tensions rise, drawing the attention of the Elders, who are curious about the effect such an insignificant predator can have on a pack. But Meg knows the dangers, for she has seen in the cards how it will all end—with her standing beside a grave…

From the Hardcover edition.


I was given a copy of this book by Netgalley for an honest review.

Etched in Bone (A Novel of the Others) is an Awesome addition to this series! Anne Bishop is a master in world building. Etched in Bone takes up after the last book Marked in Flesh. The Elders have wiped out some of the human run cities to quell the Humans First uprising. Now there are only a small number of human run cities and they are few and far between. The Others have started to populate the cities that were purged. They are putting humans that they trust in those cities to help the Others run them efficiently. Only certain ships are allowed to traverse the waterways to bring supplies to the cities. This book was such a joy to read! This is the last book in this series at the moment, and to my understanding there will be another series branching off to follow the life of another cassandra sangue, or blood prophet. Sometimes it is hard to say good-bye to old friends, and that is how I view these character. So, until the next book or series comes out, I urge you to start this series or get this book to complete your collection. I recommend this book and series to everyone. You will not be disappointed!! I give Etched in Bone 5/5 stars.


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