Monday, January 23, 2017

A reluctant incubus with a traumatic past must consume sexual pleasure to live. Can the woman of his dreams survive his love? JEWEL OF THE NAGA BY OLIVIA FIELDS

Title: Jewel of the Naga
Author: Olivia Fields
ISBN: 978-1-62420-247-6

Genre: Paranormal Romance
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A reluctant incubus with a traumatic past must consume sexual pleasure to live.  Can the woman of his dreams survive his love?


Fredric is a reluctant incubus with a traumatic past: the accidental death of his first lover as he fed earned him a powerful enemy among the shapeshifting naga.

Forced to consume sexual pleasure in order to survive, Fred has spent centuries preying on women’s dreams from hiding, until he finally fell in love.
Now the ancient vendetta resurfaces in the form of a curse, forcing Fredric out of the shadows.  He must fight to save his beloved from the fatal consequences of his own admiration.  Can he find a way for the woman of his dreams to survive their love?


Fred's face looked unfamiliar, his expression hard, almost fierce. He gazed out at the bidders, his eyes narrowed in the eagle-eyed, sharp gaze of a predator. He held himself haughtily, unmoving, leaning on a gold-handled cane with one leg slightly advanced. A low murmur of appreciation, almost a moan, rustled through the house. Michelle felt her own belly dip, fluttering with an undeniable erotic thrill. The glamour was in full force, enhancing his appearance to an unbearable, tantalizing degree.
"Ladies and gentlemen." A low, resonant voice—a recording of Fred himself, his accent more pronounced than usual—silenced the murmur, commanding attention. "Superlatives Auction House is proud to present this limited specialty item for the true connoisseur. A demon of the underworld has come forth to offer himself for your delectation, and for his own." His voice deepened, taking on a smoky rasp, seductive. "Be certain your heart is bold, should you venture to bid. Rest assured, as the demon sates your appetite for pleasure, you will certainly satisfy his."
Onstage, Fred licked his lips, turning his head so his level gaze swept across the bidders. Again the ghost of a moan rippled through the crowd. He shrugged lazily out of his coat, then a snap of his wrists spun it in a circle, the black fabric flowing around him like the beating wings of a bird of prey. He let the garment swoop to crumple at the edge of the stage in a puddle of inky darkness. He was slim as a blade underneath, wearing a close-tailored dark waistcoat. It caught the lean lines of his body and displayed them to devastating effect. Even his shoes gleamed, reflecting the floor in their perfectly polished surface.
Several uniformed stewards entered the bowl from the back. They spread out among the bidders, offering clipboards loaded with stiff sheets of paper and shiny black fountain pens. Michelle accepted hers, scanning the words. The document combined a contract with a liability waiver, specifying winning bidders were obligated to pay as they bid, on pain of lawsuit and seizure of assets. Michelle swallowed hard. Her assets would not even begin to cover her debt, should Robin prove false.
The second half, requiring a separate signature, stated the buyer would hold Superlatives blameless of all negative outcomes resulting from the purchase, then explicitly stated the risks the buyer assumed upon successful purchase of the commodity. To the winner, Superlatives promised one night, not to exceed twelve hours, of mutually consenting sexual congress with an incubus, the consequences of which were deemed likely to include severe bodily injury, permanent physical or mental incapacitation, and a strong potential for fatality.
Michelle signed on both dotted lines, her functional handwriting crabbed in comparison to the graceful, archaic font. The steward made a note of her bidder number on the contract, then produced a seal, notarizing the paper. He swiped the raised imprint with a sheet of carbon for legibility and tucked the document into a gleaming leather folder, then vanished.
On stage, Fred picked up the snifter of brandy and sipped, the bell of the glass cradled gracefully in his palm. He gave every appearance of bored ease, waiting for tiresome formalities to be finished so the real business of the evening could begin.
Michelle swallowed hard. The butterflies in her stomach had grown to the size of starlings. She thought they might be turning cartwheels. She had to pray whatever mischief Robin had up her sleeve wouldn't prove catastrophic.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Guardians stop a group of Immortals from Ky, from getting the five pieces of an ancient magical Staff that could destroy two worlds? THE GATEKEEPERS OF KY BY K. J. DAHLEN

Title: The Gatekeepers of Ky
Michael Kane Series: Book III
Author: K. J. Dahlen
ISBN: 978-1-62420-152-3

Genre: Mystery
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Guardians stop a group of Immortals from Ky, from getting the five pieces of an ancient magical Staff that could destroy two worlds?


When Immortals, Bastian, Gunner and Jori gain access to a forbidden portal located on the planet Ky, they come to earth looking for the five pieces of an ancient magical Staff. Michael, working with Guardians from Ky, Willow, Echo and Talon, helps them track down pieces of the Staff before Bastian can find it. If Bastian finds all the pieces, he plans to take the Staff back to Ky. If he does that the Staff will destroy both Ky and Earth. Can Michael, Willow and her group stop Bastian from finding the Staff and returning to Ky?


Back at the palace Willow and the others grabbed their weapons and met in the Greta Room where Keighten waited for them. He held in his hands a parchment and a small flat box. He handed Willow the box and opened the parchment.

Keighten looked at them. "You may or may not be aware of a time when our planet was torn by war. Under Agon's rule we knew a peace--at first--then he found the Staff of Seti and everything we knew changed. We learned of war and black magic. Many lives were lost forever. The Staff of Seti brought us nothing but strife as we learned too late of its hidden power.

"The Staff was created to steal a man's will to the point of madness. It brings nothing but pain and death to all who follow it.

"We learned a hard lesson the last time the Staff was here. We cannot allow Bastian or anyone else to bring it back. I am charging that you three follow Bastian and the others to the place where we banished the Staff. It was broken into five pieces and scattered. There are some on the other side of the Gate who will help you and one who will come to you. He is special in the ways of the universe and will carry the markings of old."

"Father," Willow asked, "what manner of weapon did Bastian use to murder the Guardians? What could have taken the lives of Immortals?"

Keighten stared at his daughter, "Bastian must have a shard of the original Staff."

"But how would he have such a thing?" Echo wanted to know.

"He must have known his son would go after the Staff at some point. All he had to do was hang onto the shard." Keighten shrugged.

"What will happen if Bastian gets all five pieces and returns to Ky?" Echo asked.

"If the Staff is brought back to Ky, it will destroy our world. The Staff will remember the past. Bastian will feel the power it possessed when his father had the Staff. That power will drive him to madness. Agon raised Bastian to rule after he was gone and when Agon was defeated in battle, Bastian knew his chances to rule Ky was gone forever. He's doing this to get his kingdom back."

"How do you know all of this?" Talon asked.

"When the wars began, we found the magician who brought the Staff here. He told us he had been paid to bring it here by our enemies from the planet Hano. King Leria knew what the Staff would do and wanted his revenge for what the armies had done in the battle fields of Crisom. Three of his sons died in those battles." Keighten paused. "King Leria wanted our destruction for the deaths of his sons."

"How can an inanimate object yield so much power?" Willow wanted to know.

"The Staff was cursed to feed off the essence of the king. It would, over time, build up its own power to corrupt leading the holder to feel he had more power than he actually did. By the time we got the Staff away from Agon, the magic was almost to the point of madness. Agon was quite ill for the longest time and eventually slipped into the madness after he was taken away from the palace. He's barely alive yet today. If Bastian retrieves the Staff, he will be hit by the full strength of the Staff."

"What about us?" Talon inquired. "Won't we be affected as well by the power of the Staff?"

Keighten shook his head and went to the table and picked up an old wooden box. "You must put the pieces of the Staff inside this box as soon as you can. The Staff is rendered harmless once inside. The Staff is not of our world but of a world older than here."

He handed the box to Talon. "The world you are going to is called Earth. The pieces of the staff are in five different places. To follow Bastian you will need help. I've called on the Elders to assist you in any way they can. They will send a man named Michael Kane to you. He bears the marks of the Ancients on his body. These are a primitive people and they do not know of our magic. You must not harm them or allow them to see you use the magic you possess. Also, each piece of the Staff will be guarded and the ones who guard the pieces will fight to keep them hidden. The Guardians are our own people who chose to go to another planet to safeguard the pieces of the Staff. They left the only home they knew to keep the Staff hidden from all who would look for it. Now it will be their children's children who look after it. They will not know of its history or why the pieces must remain hidden to the world. You must convince them to turn over the pieces to you. You cannot break the rules we live by or you will not be able to return."

"If we break the rules and cannot return, how does Bastian hope to do so?" Echo frowned.

"He will blast through the barriers protecting our world. If he does, it will begin a series of event that will destroy our planet, killing every living being here." Keighten told them. "That is what you must prevent at all costs."

Echo gasped as she stared at her King. Willow and Talon stood a little taller. Willow crossed her arm over her chest and with a clenched fist tapped the symbol of their planet on her uniform.

"For Ky." She whispered. Talon and Echo followed suit and when they did, Keighten uttered, "For Ky." He turned and led the way back to the gate.

As a private inquisitor, Jak Barley’s job is fairly mundane-finding errant debtors and missing property, or proving the unfaithfulness of roving spouses. JAK BARLEY PRIVATE INQUISITOR BOOK 1

Jak Barley-Private Inquisitor by Dan Ehl
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As a private inquisitor, Jak Barley’s job is fairly mundane-finding errant debtors and missing property, or proving the unfaithfulness of roving spouses. It’s not a vocation that makes many friends.
Though a frequent patron of dark, wretched bars seldom visited by the more fastidious citizens of Duburoake, he still can be squeamish about some things – such as ghosts and rabid magicians.
Barley’s latest cases are just that more upsetting, dragging him into contact with sinister specters, malicious mages, irate harpies, creepy death deities and royal plots.
It will take all of his backstreets cunning to stay alive, as well as the help of alchemist Olmsted Aunderthorn, his half brother, who uses the latest metaphysical laboratory techniques in solving crimes.


The slow ride through the night was depressing. The bone-chilling dampness made me draw my canvas cape tighter. I was tired, cold, and bruised. The disheartening slaughter weighed heavily upon me. The alluring memory of the redheaded fortuneteller's warm nest of quilts made the venture seem all the more wretched.

"How did you guess I seek vengeance?" Mahvan had pulled her horse up next to me.

"Guessing had nothing to do with it," I replied halfhearted and by rote. "A trained private inquisitor reads subtle signs and cues as easily as if they were inked script on a grand bishop's vellum."

"Vague words to hide behind," she snapped.

I laughed at the words, the same I'd spoken to Lorenzo only hours before.

Mahvan must have thought I laughed at her, for her retort was laden with ire. "You find me humorous, Master Barley?"

I remembered her hidden weapons and the proficiency in which she dispatched an attacker. "No, my lady. Just an errant thought."

This time I would not relent to a beautiful face. Why the gods toy with me so, I do not know. Too many times I have lain out my well-crafted deductions, only to find I had reached the right revelation but by a wrong path.

"As with a stage illusionist, a private inquisitor seldom reveals his methods. Let us just say that I observe obvious signs an untrained eye will miss. Once explained, I'm afraid my deductions would suddenly plunge from the realm of wonder to a more mundane plane."

She remained silent and I wished I could view her face. Our discussion was lightening my heart, as it is often when speaking to a beautiful woman.

"You are of high birth," I explained, keeping to safe ground. "You have rid yourself only recently of jewelry, so speaks the light rings of skin about your fingers. Your speech also gives you away, as well as your obvious unease at the informality of being addressed by your bestowed name. Would you rather I call you mistress or lady?"

"You find me prissy?" she snapped.

I was relieved to have sidestepped her queries.

"I hardly think that word would describe a maiden who travels as a boyish follower of Dorga, carries a battery of hidden weapons, and uses those same arms with the skill of a Hoonnish assassin."

"Are you for hire?"

I grimaced. The last thing I wanted to do was reduce my status from fellow traveler to that of a common hireling.

She mistook my hesitancy. "I can pay you. I am not without resources, despite my current appearance."

"It is not that my lady..."

"Mahvan," she corrected.

"I, ah, have many commitments when we arrive at Stagsford. I had not thought to work. To take on a case now..."

"I see, please excuse me if I trouble you with my problems," she interrupted again, this time more coolly. "I should have realized you take not just any task."

"Why, no, er, yes. It is not..."

"And I am sure you have more important things to do than aid some helpless maiden in distress. I have heard private inquisitors are a reticent sort, made reserved by their unpleasant tasks."

"Well, that is not wholly true," I sputtered, wanting to defend my trade. "We private inquisitors are not without feelings..."

"You will help me as a friend then, Master... Jak?" she said with a voice groping for hope.


"Thank you. We will talk more of this tomorrow." She nudged her mount and dropped back with Eli and Chaatiguin.

This was a really fun book! It combined elements of Sword and Sorcery
Fantasy with elements of satire that made occasionally viscious fun...

G. L. Helm for Rogue's Angels    4 Angel Wings

Saturday, January 21, 2017

The sudden marriage of the Marquis of Haversham ignites a series of events. The marquis is murdered, his wife and daughter suffer an accident. The marchioness is dead, but where is baby Justine? THE FAVERSHAM LEGACY BY NICKIE FLEMING

The Haversham Legacy by Nickie Fleming

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The sudden marriage of the Marquis of Haversham ignites a series of events. The marquis is murdered, his wife and daughter suffer an accident. The marchioness is dead, but where is baby Justine?
Young Nigel Denby is the only one who can name the culprit of these murders. However, he has to flee the country on the accusation of high treason. He swears revenge on the man who arranged this.
When he meets an highwayman and his daughter, a plan is formed and at last he returns to England, to trick the murderer into confession.
Little does he know that his mysterious companions have secrets of their own…



October, 1668

A woman approached the group of courtiers around the King. She looked very young and very innocent compared to most of the other women present. Her delicate pink gown made her stand out even more.

Charles the Second smiled pleasantly when he saw her and beckoned, "Ah, there you are, my dear! James, may I present Lady Claire De Vere, eldest daughter of the Earl of St. Albans."

The man he addressed made a courtly bow.

"Lady Claire, this is one of my best friends, the Marquis of Haversham."

A bit further away, a young man watched the scene. His name was George Templeton and he was the cousin of the marquis. He was not dancing, as one would expect of such a young and dashing young lad. With his fair hair, blue eyes, and his sportsman’s body, he was the dream of every girl and her mother--even more so because he was the sole heir of the Marquis of Haversham. The marquis was already thirty-eight years old and had never married.

James faced the girl--and it was plain to George how this pleased the older man. Of course the lady was pretty, with her black hair, blue eyes, and cherry-like mouth. She could be his daughter though, and most certainly she was too innocent for his cousin’s taste. Although James had never looked for a wife, he did not object to taking the occasional damsel to his bed. He once told his cousin that he preferred experienced women who knew how to please a man and did not make demands.

Yet right now he seemed to be drowning in the eyes of this girl who could only have sixteen or seventeen years of age. She said something and he laughed at it. Then he offered her his arm and they moved to the dancing floor.

George began to feel a bit unsure at that exact moment. It was as if the center of his universe suddenly shifted out of focus. He had built his life on the certainty of becoming the next Marquis. He could not--would not--allow something to happen to his dreams of becoming a rich and wealthy man.

The Haversham Legacy is a beautiful blend of the lavish and the picaresque, combining courtly life with swashbuckling adventure.

Mindy McKay for Rogue's Angels