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REVIEW- AWAKENIG (THE DARK RITUALS, BOOK #1) BY CATRINA BURGESS

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In Awakening, the first installment in the Dark Rituals series, a former healer turns to the Death Arts to seek revenge.

Seventeen-year-old Colina was born a healer. But after a horrific event forces her to leave her clan, she becomes desperate to learn the dark magic of the death dealers, mages who draw their power from the spirits of the dead. Colina was taught to fear and hate death dealers, but becoming one of them is the only way for her to get the revenge she seeks—and the only way for her to survive.

Colina asks a young death dealer named Luke to help her, but he’s reluctant to train her in the Death Arts. Little does she know convincing him to teach her will be the easiest part of her journey. To become a death dealer, Colina will need to undergo three dark rituals, each more terrifying than the last. At the same time, she’ll have to deal with her growing feelings for her mentor. Too bad the first ritual involves him strangling her to death.

As Colina undergoes the trials, she discovers an untapped darkness within herself. If she survives the horrific rituals and gains dark power, what will she become?

Catrina Burgess’ Dark Rituals series originally appeared on Wattpad with over three million reads. Awakening is the first book of four and was named Wattpad’s Best Suspense Story of 2014.

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

When I first heard about AWAKENING (DARK RITUALS, BOOK#1)  was through my Nephew. He had read the story on Wattpad and told me I had to read it. So, when it became available on Netgalley, I decided it was time to read it. I am glad I did! Catrina Burgess has a hit, and she is an Author to watch out for. The characters and story line are very well-developed. Colina watched her family being killed and now she could be next. Her family is part of the healers, but now Colina wants to learn to be a Death dealer. Death dealers are the most feared in  the caste system, for they can control the spirits of the dead. Now Colina needs to learn how to become a Death dealer so she can get revenge for her families death, but she finds out there is more to the killings that she thought. Her family was part of a dark ritual to release a demon. As Colina completes the three rituals to become a Death dealer she finds out that she can do things that no other Death dealer can do. Is this because she was a Healer, or is something darker going on? This is such a great dark mystery, and I recommend it to everyone. I give AWAKENING (DARK RITUALS, BOOK#1) 5/5 STARS.

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Live Chat – Tawny Weber, NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Harlequin Titles, Talks a SEAL’s Temptation on 9/2 at 4pm

Don’t miss this BookTrib Live Author Interview with Tawny Weber, avid reader, neurotic writer and die-hard shoe fanatic.

Tawny is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has been writing sassy, sexy stories for Harlequin since her first book hit the shelves in 2007. In the Live Chat, she will be talking about her steamy new book, A SEAL’s Temptation. Viewer’s will have the exclusive chance to ask Tawny their most pressing questions during the chat. Head over to BookTrib and enter to win a copy of A SEAL’s Temptation! One winner will receive an engraved dog tag and ring with the initials of their choice made by Miss Ashley Jewelry.

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REVIEW- WHEN AN OMEGA SNAPS BY EVE LANGLAIS


Losing control is unheard of until he meets her.

Leo is the calm guy. The nice guy. The one nobody screws with. So could someone explain that to Meena so she stops driving him insane–with desire.

When Meena literally throws herself at Leo and declares he’s her mate, his first reaction is to deny–and run far, far away. This lion/tiger mix doesn’t do drama and chaos. Problem is, once he sets eyes on her, he can’t help but want the vivacious blonde with plus-sized curves, perfect for a big man like himself.

He wants her even if it breaks all his rules when it comes to women.
Wants her even if she destroys his serenity.
Wants her more than a perfectly grilled piece of steak with a dash of garlic, pepper, and salt.

Thing is, someone else wants her too.

This poor omega is about to have his world turned upside down, which means everyone better watch out because when Leo experiences love, jealousy, and frustration for the first time, he doesn’t just snap–he roars!

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WHEN AN OMEGA SNAPS is my favorite in this series! Leo is the Omega of the Pride, and this means he is able to calm others down when they get angry. Even if he has to punch them. This seems to be his method of choice, because it is faster and he doesn’t have to talk much. When Meena is banished from her Pride and sent to Arik’s Pride until everything settles down, Leo is about to have his quiet world shaken up. When she sees Leo she deliberately misses the Frisbee and hits Leo in the head. When she goes to pick it up, she lets Leo know that he is her mate. Well, Leo does not want a mate. For to have one, especially her will create havoc in his nice quiet world. When she is in danger of being kidnapped, he can no longer fight the desire of his mate. he must claim her to so the kidnapper will quite pursuing his mate. Meena has always been teased about her size, and has hurt other men that she has dated because of it. With Leo he can handle her just right. This is such a fun laugh out load book that had me almost falling out of my chair when reading it. I give WHEN AN OMEGA ROARS 5/5 STARS.

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REVIEW – MATE BOND BY JENNIFER ASHLEY

MATE BOND
Together but unbound, they must learn what it means to love completely, in the latest novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Wild Wolf.

To cement the leadership of his North Carolina Shiftertown, Bowman O’Donnell agreed to a “mating of convenience.” Two powerful wolf shifters, he and Kenzie keep the pack in order and are adored by all. Bowman would do anything to protect Kenzie, for in each other’s arms they’ve found far more than friendship. But as strong as their attachment is, they still haven’t formed the elusive mate bond—the almost magical joining of true mates.

Now with a monster ravaging the countryside and threatening the Shiftertown community, some in the pack fear that a pair without a true mate bond isn’t strong enough to lead. Bowman and Kenzie will have to rely on their instinctive trust in one another to save their Shifters—and the ensuing battle will either destroy them or give them the chance to seize the love they’ve always craved.

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MATE BOND is a high adrenaline suspense with Alpha overload. The characters and the story line are well-developed. Kenzie and Bowman have been married for quite a while, but have not experienced that deep, true mate bond. Kenzie knows that if Bowman feels the mate bond with someone else, he will leave her. When they are attacked at a bar by an unknown monster. Somebody has created a mishmash of different creatures and is very strong. They have to find who has created this monster, without losing anyone. When they really need it, the mate bond will get them through. This is a great story and recommend it to everyone. I give MATE BOND 5/5 STARS.

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BOOK TOUR- JONI, UNDERWAY

 

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Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen–a
fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her
family and friends still tease her. She’s obsessed with reading, talks way too
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Jonathan Harrow left a career in Hollywood to
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Nineteen year old Joni is loving life as an adult—living on her own, dealing with grown-up things like jobs, hook-ups, and doing her own laundry. Best of all: after finishing her first year at ASU, she will never again be called a freshman.
But when her brother is suddenly killed in a car accident, Joni’s adult life is turned upside down. Struggling to cope with loss, guilt, and anger—not to mention the meddling of friends and family trying to “fix” her—Joni is relieved to be presented with an escape in the form of a sailing trip her brother had been planning for months before he died.
With her first step onto the sailing vessel Lady Marguerite, Joni plunges into an adventure that will mark the beginning of her real adult life—a journey across the ominous dark blue of the Atlantic Ocean with a small, eccentric crew, and the young Captain Reid, whose gorgeous looks are only outmatched by his talent for care and kindness. Unfolding through the ups and downs of life at sea is an unforgettable story reminding us that love will always be a work-in-progress and coming of age never gets old.
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  EXCERPT

Back on the docks, lost in the middle of a maze of boats and pilings and light posts, I watched painted numbers pass by. I was surprised at how many of the boats showed signs of occupancy. Wet towels hanging to drip-dry, or lights on in tiny windows just above the water line, or a radio playing softly. All the boats had names, of course. Some creative, or dignified, others just silly. Endless Summer. Serenity. Windsong. Yes Dear. Sea Monkey. Get Her Done. My favorite was Breaking Wind; very classy.

I was passing a shiny black yacht with the moniker Obsession, when a sudden commotion startled me. With a thrashing of water and a high-pitched shrieking came a half-naked body from under the boat. Elbows planted on the dock’s edge, a surfer-bodied guy levered himself up and flopped onto his back with an exaggerated yowl and chattering teeth. A headlamp was strapped to his forehead; its powerful beam blinded me as he leapt to his feet. “Sorry ’bout that. Didn’t get you, did I?” He turned toward Obsession. “Eva! All good now, yeah?” I moved to continue on, but he stopped me. “Hold up. Did I get you?”

“No, I’m good.” I squinted against his light.

“Oh.” He ripped it away and tossed it onto the deck of the boat. “Eva! Try it now!” Back to me: “What slip number?”

“What?” He’d caught me in mid-guess about his age. I’d have estimated mid-twenties and gorgeous. No, he was handsome, which is a word I thought only grandmas used anymore. I mean, guys are cute or guys are hot, but this guy…yeah, he was hot, but in a classic way that wasn’t intimidating. His looks didn’t say Hey baby, like what you see? They said—

“What slip number are you looking for?” He took great handfuls of each leg of his shorts and wrung the water out. His entire body was covered in goose bumps.

“Thirty-one,” I answered, and before I could follow up with the boat’s name, he said…

“Lady Marguerite.” And he cringed with a smile. “Uh-oh.”

“What?”

He glanced sideways at me as he pushed excess water down his legs. “Uh, you’re young and beautiful, that’s what.” He said it with a laugh, like Duh, silly girl, didn’t you know? He could have shoved me in the water and I’d have been less surprised. “Nah, the guys are gonna love it, is all.”

I was so confused. Was he warning me or complimenting me? Should I be scared or flattered? “Okay, thanks.” Again, I turned to leave.

Again, he stopped me. “You ever been sailing?”

“What would you guess?”

He smiled, dark eyes sparkling. “Want me to walk you down there?”

I wanted to say You can walk me anywhere you want. Which, after passing through my filter, came out, “Nah, I can find it. You look really cold, so…”

He hugged himself, shoulders hunched, and his smile broadened as he considered me with a look I could only describe as thoughtful, and the kind of intense eye contact that makes your blood race.

A woman’s voice interrupted: “Yeah, that did it. Reading fine now.” From a tall, buxom supermodel standing on the back deck of Obsession with a glass of wine in hand. She swished it around with an eyebrow cocked at me.

The guy gestured down the pier. “You’re nearly there. Down toward the end, look for two guys drinking beer.”

I murmured some sort of thanks and hurried away, embarrassed by the obnoxious clack-clack-clack of my suitcase. I couldn’t help a glance back: The guy was toweling off; the supermodel had taken a seat to admire him above the rim of her wine glass. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to marvel at the incongruity of lifestyles in this world. Most of us have to trudge through life, get jobs, go to school, and get sunburned, while others are blessed with naturally-tanned Maxim bodies and live on rich yachts with gorgeous, muscled, goose-bumped handymen.

Look for two guys drinking beer. My feet kept walking, but my heart wanted to turn around and hurry back to ASU. For the billionth time that day, I felt the panicked certainty that I had made a monumental mistake getting on that airplane. Two guys drinking beer. I imagined a couple of thirty-something hipsters drinking Andrew’s homemade moonshine. I mean, what else had I expected from my brother? Like he was going to do anything normal, with normal people?

Near the end of the dock was an enormous vessel with a luxurious open deck. On a sofa lounged two women, zipped up in designer jackets lined with fur, conversing softly. They quieted, eyeing me with mirth. One of them asked me if I was lost, and when I told them I was looking for number thirty-one, their Juvéderm smiles gleamed with fake hospitality. They gestured—next one down—and their suppressed titters followed me to a less impressive boat with simple, dark script across the back: lady marguerite.

I wasn’t a boat person. Hull and mast—that was the extent of my knowledge. This boat had two masts. It seemed big. Big-ish. I wouldn’t call it a yacht, but this wasn’t just some fishing boat you take out on the lake, either. It would take maybe two or three seconds to run the length of it full sprint, like halfway from home plate to first base. I think I was at the back of the boat—was that the bow or the aft or something? Oh hell, I really hoped I wouldn’t be expected to speak sailor.

A gravelly voice called out, “Who’s that?” Followed by an eruption of violent death-rattle been-smoking-for-eighty-years coughing, ending with an irritated, “Dammit!”

In the middle of the boat was an area for passengers to sit. There were two figures there. Thing is, hardly-any-clothes hot handyman had said to look for two guys drinking. What he should’ve said was to look for two of America’s Founding Fathers. I was pretty sure these guys were waiting for buddies to show up and help them throw a bunch of tea into the harbor.

“Who’s that?” he called out again—the one who seemed less really-really-old and a little more lively than his bingo partner, who sat hunched over, mouth-breathing badly, still oblivious to my presence. Though there was plenty of empty seating, they sat nearly on top of each other—a mutual propping up, perhaps.

When I still hadn’t responded, he shook his head with an exasperated “Dammit” and said, “Can’t hear ya.” He called out louder: “Can’t hear ya! Can’t hear ya!”

I pulled my roller across a narrow gangplank spanning from the dock to the back of the boat.

“Can’t hear ya,” he continued, not even looking at me now. He had a block of wood in his hand, whittling at it with a pocketknife. His friend was content to watch him work. “Can’t hear ya!”

“Hi,” I said, mostly just to shut him up. The boat swayed. I grabbed a railing to steady myself.

“One hand for yourself, one hand for the ship. Them’s the rules at sea.” He was watching me now, with eyes alight and a not-so-subtle elbowing to his buddy, like Are you seeing what I’m seeing?

The other one had indeed finally noticed me. He perked up with a gentle smile and rasped, “Welcome aboard!” Then chuckled, as if what he had said were absurd. I noticed a plastic bag hanging out one of his pant legs. It was filling with pee.

“Come on in,” the woodcarver said. “My cockpit is your cockpit. Beer?”

“No, thanks.”

“Can’t hear ya,” he nearly shouted.

I raised my voice. “No, thanks.”

He frowned. “Not twenty-one?”

“No.”

“So I’m guessing you ain’t the morning entertainment, neither.”

“The what?”

Laughter flared up from the ladies in the neighboring boat. Deaf to them, the old guy continued with a spark in his eye. “The morning entertainment. The exotic engineer. The pole-slider.”

Oh.

“Burlesque artist, striptease, two-dollar holler.”

“Stripper, yeah, I got it.”

By now the pee-bag guy had caught up to the conversation. His eyebrows flew up.

“No, not me,” I said. “I’m not a stripper.”

The awkwardness scale was tipped. With some lame excuse about needing to make a call, I stepped up and out of the cockpit, hoping to make a silent exit. I would feel guilty ditching, but guilt is no match for fear when put on the spot. The gangplank to the dock, however, was in use—the way was blocked by a figure boarding the ship.

The woodcarver’s voice warbled with exertion: “Skipper on deck!” He tried to stand, but couldn’t.

The “skipper” was half-naked, shorts dripping from his dive beneath Obsession, and he was still covered in goose bumps.

And I was in much less of a hurry to leave.

 
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