Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Haunted Maze by Theo Fenraven

Still in his twenties, Percy Callendar is one of the richest men in the world. In an attempt to find the future love of his life—and because he likes to have fun—he builds the ultimate haunted house and assembles a select group of men to go through it.

Sage Donovan, owner of a fledgling IT company, is the seventh applicant to receive an invitation. He figures completing the maze—something no one has done yet—will guarantee fame and maybe fortune, and he immediately accepts despite having a little problem with anxiety.

Witches, spiders, ghosts and ghouls are the least Sage has to deal with, because before the night is over, he will face his deepest fear, changing his life and Percy’s forever.

First off, I'm going to quote a fellow reviewer, Meredith King, "if The Bachelor was like The Haunted Maze I'd actually watch it!"  If I hadn't seen her review I don't think I would have made the connection of the two, but it's not only true but it sums up this story better than I could ever imagine.

Percy Callendar comes across as your typical billionaire spending his wealth on what appears to be an frivolous extravagance of a house.  We quickly learn what motivates this spending spree and although it seems a bit over the top, we eventually see more of Percy's heart through his inner monologues as well as his interactions with Sage and Richard, Percy's lawyer and friend.  Of course, when we meet Sage Donovan, at face value he is the epitome of Percy's opposite.  But as Sage finally begins his turn in Percy's maze, it becomes pretty obvious that not only is there an instant connection between them but that they aren't as different as we originally thought, with the exception of their bank accounts.

And as I have often said, I'm a fan of longer stories versus short story/novellas.  My love of lengthy tales often causes me to dock 1/2 a bookmark off my rating but Theo Fenraven's story is unigue and intriguing enough that I just can't deny it deserves the whole 5 bookmark rating.  This is only the second book of Theo's that I've read but it definitely won't be my last.


Author Bio:
Theo Fenraven happily lives in south Florida, where it is hot and sunny much of the year.

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Cover Reveal: Take A Chance by Kacey Hamford

Title: Taking A Chance
Author: Kacey Hamford
Series: Chance #1
Genre: Romance

Rose has spent her whole life living in her sister’s shadow; boys have always preferred her sister Amelia. Amelia has always achieved the best grades, the boys would flock to her and good luck seem to just follow her around.
When Rose meets Jacob, she feels as though her luck is starting to change. He is everything she could wish for and more; he is not only gorgeous and clever, but he wants her, not her sister.
Jacob and Rose begin dating, but the course of true love never runs smooth and it’s not long before Jacob is hiding things from Rose. Will his secrets destroy their relationship, or will he finally open up to Rose? Or will Amelia destroy them before he has the chance?
Join Rose and Jacob on their rollercoaster journey.
When the highs are so good, does it make it worth enduring the lows?

Author Bio:
We are two thirty-something females, living in Cornwall, England.
We both have full time jobs and manage to squeeze writing in around very busy lives.
Last year we joked about writing a book, and in December we actually started writing! On 12th March 2014 we pressed the ‘publish’ button and didn’t breathe for a whole several minutes!
We have now written four books, ‘Rocking Esme’, ‘Rocking Scarlett’, ‘Rocking Marcy’ and ‘Rocking Ashton’ and we also have a million other book ideas which we are dying to write!
When we first started writing, we didn’t tell anyone- not even our other halves! We decided to tell them about a month before publishing, then about a week before publishing we told our friends and family.
We both love reading, and since buying Kindles, reading has become much more of an obsession and we have both discovered authors we had never heard of. Some favourites are… Jennifer Foor, Aurora Rose Reynolds, Kirsty Moseley, Kelly Elliot, Terri Anne Browning, Diane Chamberlain… the list is endless!

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Honey Girl by Juliette Jones

Alexander Wolfe is a billionaire whose priorities used to include work, money and total control. No longer. He now has only one obsession: his beautiful new fiancΓ©e Lila, whose combined innocence and sultry femininity drive him to the brink. Their attraction began as an uncontrollable lust and has bloomed into an all-encompassing love affair that awes them both. If Alexander could have it his way, he would confine Lila to his private penthouse and bask in the glow of her sensual charms day and night.
But when reality forces its way into Alexander and Lila’s private world in the form of Alexander’s supermodel ex-girlfriend, Alexander’s brother Jake’s impending prison sentence, and a very persistent work colleague of Alexander’s – who just happened to be present at a recent wild night of poker that got a little out of control – things get complicated.
Will the drama drive them apart, or is Alexander and Lila’s love strong enough to get them to the altar?

***HONEY GIRL is the second book in the BILLIONAIRE series (and can also stand alone).***

Chapter 1
     He lay next to me, still asleep. His black hair was all askew, framing his face in artful, silky disarray. The cinnamon skin of his brawny shoulders looked dark, as always, next to my pale curves. He lay on his stomach, his face turned towards me, his muscular arm curled around a pillow. His full lips were barely parted, his face peaceful. He looked young in his sleep. Relaxed. That visceral, male aggression that clung to him softened when he slept, but the innate arrogance was somehow still there. In the curve of his mouth. In his strong features and the dark stripes of his eyebrows. I watched him sleep for a few minutes, fascinated by his mesmerizing flawlessness. He was astoundingly beautiful.
     He had the build of an athlete. Tall and toned with graceful bones. Powerful, with the kind of strength that draws your eye and makes you aware of it. Of how easily it would be for him to use it. On you. Of how brutal he could be when he drove his immense, thick, hard-as-stone cock deep into you, forcing wave after wave of raw, lustrous pleasure.
     I could have touched him, with feather-light strokes across his shoulders. Down his back. I could have rubbed myself against him and kissed his perfect lips, licking him, tasting the minted, drugging flavor of him. I knew he’d be instantly ready for me.
     Alexander was always ready.
     But today was the day I was starting my new job. As Alexander’s assistant.
     Not as his assistant, I reminded myself. As his business partner.
     This whirlwind romance had not only landed me a gorgeous sex-god of a fiancΓ©, it had also placed me at the right hand of one of the most powerful CEOs in New York City: founder, owner and mastermind of Wolfe Enterprises. Alexander was the executive of the esteemed and hugely successful magazine Skyscraper. He also owned two major book publishers and ran several investment companies, hedge funds, and a number of cash cow Internet businesses.
     He was a type-A genius with a dark side and a voracious carnal appetite. Which he took out on me whenever he got the opportunity. Which was, it had to be said … often.
     It was Monday morning. Early. Earlier than we usually woke. We’d become night owls, the two of us. Darkness was our erotic haven, where we could exist only for each other.
     I didn’t regret a single decision. Of course I didn’t. But sometimes when I stopped to think about things, like now, in the quiet of a purple-skied dawn, I almost felt a sense of vertigo from the gargantuan shift my life had taken over the course of exactly two months.
     Two months.
     Two months ago, I’d been a capable yet fumbling, unemployed, broke, virginal recent-graduate who dressed in baggy clothes, wore unfashionable glasses, had a bad haircut and who preferred to keep all members of the opposite sex at arm’s length. And now? Well, times had most definitely changed. At least when it came to one particular member of the opposite sex.
     I lay in the semi-darkness and took in my surroundings. The heavy, decorative drapes that framed Alexander’s – our – bedroom windows were never drawn. We were too high up to be visible to the mortals down below. Our view overlooked the distant streets, the treetops of Central Park, the gritty, graceful skyline of some of New York’s most expensive real estate. It was early October and the deep indigo of the city night hung on. The quiet, expansive room hummed with plush, cocooned luxury. Alexander’s bed was huge, swathed in expensive cotton and silk, most of which had been displaced and/or rumpled by our lovemaking.
     At this, I’d proven a prodigy. Whoever thought virgins took things slow once they finally got going at the advanced age of twenty … well, they hadn’t put me in a locked room with Alexander Wolfe. It had taken all of thirty minutes for us to get not only intimate but downright feral. There had been a desperation to it that I still couldn’t explain. Physically, we were like magnets. Greedy, superstrength magnets who had no choice or control. None of it made sense, really. That we’d been willing to risk everything to get as close as humanly possible from that very first encounter – and every encounter since. Who does that? What highly educated, soon-to-be professional, modern woman throws all – and I mean all – caution to the wind just to get down and dirty with a ridiculously sexy, overconfident billionaire?
     This one, apparently.
     He was my drug and my addiction. With him, lines became skewed and normal considerations simply did not apply. Tonot get close to him proved impossible. To not want to get close to him seemed insane.
     My lover. My devil and my saint. My strength and my weakness.
     My fiancΓ©.
     Beautiful, crazy Alexander. All mine.
     I was intensely happy that we would spend the day together. That we’d spend every day together. That seemed to be our way, though. Since I’d met him to interview for the position of his assistant, we’d been … completely overcome, to put it mildly. Inseparable and insatiable. He had difficulty letting me out of his sight, and I knew why. I knew what fueled his protective instincts. Still, it would now be a challenge for him: seeing me at work, having me ensconced in his professional setting. In his office and meeting with his staff. It would be difficult for us both. To resist temptation. To act like normal people and not amped-up, lust-crazed hedonists.
      I’ll agree to try to employ you, Alexander had said. I can’t guarantee that this will work for me, though. I’m too close, too deep. I need to be able to focus on my companies, without distractions. And you, my sweet Lila, are more of a distraction than I can handle.
     We’d fought about it but that had been before my meltdown. Before Jake had rescued me. I knew Alexander wouldn’t risk driving me away again. I now had a ring on my finger and a key to his universe, to come and go as I liked. He would tame himself, or he would die trying.
     I hoped it could work.
     And I wanted to be ready for it.
     Silently, I rose from the bed, taking care not to wake him. I needed some time to prepare myself, physically as well as mentally. It had been a while since I’d worked or studied, or done anything at all except immerse myself in the decadent idyll of Alexander’s attentions.
     I showered alone.
     Already, I missed him. The contact. The closeness and the warmth. If I’d stayed in bed, dozing, he would have woken me like he always did. With his mouth on me, licking into me, softly opening me with his tongue, his hair silken against the sensitive skin of my thighs. Or with his cock, pressing its huge, hard heat against me as he spooned me, cradling me in his all-encompassing embrace. At first he’d just hold me. Then I’d feel him finding his way inside, barely entering me. He’d wait, pressing gently until my body began to soften and dew. I’d arch sleepily against him, taking more. And more. Until I became slippery enough for him to slide his massive arousal deep, and deeper, filling me, possessing me entirely. His fingers would be everywhere, intimate and playful. Coaxing warm, blissful pleasure. His powerful hold would demand submission, but I’d squeeze him with my body, pressing back against him invitingly, taking everything he gave. Making demands of my own. My own pleasure would tug at his, drawing the ecstasy out of him in clenching, undulating pulls, until he flooded me with his liquid heat. He’d stay inside me. We might sleep a little more. This time when he woke me, I might feel him at my breast, suckling lazily, feeding on me like I was offering him some kind of spiritual sustenance that was drugging to him. When we were fully sated, we’d get up. We’d shower together. He’d wash me and I’d wash him, my careful fingers soaping him everywhere. We’d make love again. Because we couldn’t get enough. Our hunger for each other was relentless. Eventually, we’d venture out into the day. We’d eat at a restaurant and talk. We’d walk a little, and he’d buy me something he saw in a window. Gold earrings. A cashmere sweater. A leather coat that cost more money than I’d made in my life. We’d visit a museum or a gallery, see a movie, or just walk. We might meet his brother somewhere and have a drink together. And then the two of us would return to his limo and make love, starved all over again.
     Not today.
     Today we’d be working.
     I dressed in one of the many outfits he’d bought me. I chose a sleeveless sea-green silk tunic that matched the color of my eyes. It was a fitted wrap-around that was simple yet elegant, professional but feminine. I brushed my long blond hair and pinned it up in a French twist. Gold hoop earrings, my gold watch and my new ring were the only (real) jewelry I owned – all given to me by Alexander. I couldn’t help wondering how much he’d spent on my engagement ring. It was beautifully designed, a solid, rose-gold band inlaid with the largest, glintiest diamond I’d ever seen. It looked very, very expensive.
     I wondered how Alexander’s staff would take this new development: that his new assistant was also his new fiancΓ©e.
     Putting on some light makeup, I walked back into the bedroom.
     His eyes were open.
     He rolled onto his back and slung one arm behind his head. The way he moved was insouciant, utterly self-assured. So purely Alexander.
     His body was unreal. Big and bronzed and hair-dusted and fully aroused.
     “Lila,” he said, his lazy, sexy charisma hitting me where it always did. In the most intimate place imaginable. That sleep-roughened edge to his voice reminded me of his rasped growls and lust-driven oaths … when he was inside me, groaning my name as we climaxed together, my body spasming around the hard, beautiful bulk of him. “Come here.” He patted the bed.
     I went to him and sat down.
     His fingers entwined with mine and he played idly with my ring, looking into my eyes. “Let’s get married soon. I don’t want to wait.” The combination of his sincerity and his staunch manliness was riveting to me, almost unbearably alluring. “Something small. At one of my houses. Whichever one you want. At the hotel in Paris, or on the beach in Key West. Or maybe in my vineyard in Malibu, overlooking the ocean. I think you’ll like it there. Water Mill is quiet this time of year. We could do it there, if you don’t want to travel too far. Or in Maine, on my island. It’s very secluded.”
     “They all sound nice.” I’d never been to any of those places. Except Paris, of course.
     “Or we could do it right here in the city if you want to.”
     “I really don’t mind where I marry you, Alexander. As long as I do.”
     His slow smile just about killed me. “You weren’t here, in my bed with me, where I need you,” he accused gently, that alpha glint touching his expression. “You’re dressed,” he added, sulky with the observation.
     “I’m getting ready. Since I start work with you today. Remember?”
     A smile played at the corner of his mouth. Of course he remembered. He was amused by how eager I was. I was eager. In my former life it would’ve seemed too good to be true. I wouldn’t just be working as an underling at Skyscraper, which just so happened to be the most glamorous magazine in publication, that rare combination of stylish and acclaimed, whose editors-at-large included Pulitzer prize-winning journalists, supermodels, film directors, bestselling authors, rock stars, celebrity chefs, presidents and aging beat poets, to name just a few. I wouldn’t just be answering phones and typing memos, I would be meeting these people. Expanding the list. Learning about everything, at Alexander’s side. I would read the articles before they went to press. I would take part in the art direction and the decisions about shoot locations and the relevance of political op-ed pieces. I’d been fantasizing about jobs like this one all through the long days and dark nights of my gloomy adolescence and the toiling, grinding slog of my hard-won Ivy League education.
     This was no longer my former life. This was my new, Alexander-charmed life. And today was the day. Today I could finally use all that.
     With him.
     The job itself didn’t make me nervous in the slightest. The only thing that made me nervous was Alexander. How the intensity of our … attraction would mesh with life amongst the cubicles. Not that Alexander ever got near a cubicle, but still. It would be weird, after our orgasmic sexathon over the past month to return to normality. To refrain. To have to wait. To be near him but not allowed to touch.
     “There’s no rush,” he said. “The meeting doesn’t start until nine. Our commute is exactly three minutes by elevator.”
     “I know,” I said. “But’s already almost seven thirty. I think we should get started. Do I look all right?”
     His dark eyes appraised my face, the flattering fit of my stylish new clothes. The smoldering glimmer of his gaze made my stomach flutter. Slowly, he shook his head.
     “No?” I touched my hair.
     “You don’t look ‘all right’. You look so fucking gorgeous it hurts. Right here,” he said, placing his hand on his heart.
     I smiled, leaning to hold his hand, to kiss his broad chest, as though to ease his pain.
     “And here,” he smirked, his eyes heavy-lidded. His hand slid to his massive, engorged erection.
     His phone rang, splicing through the quiet, intimate privacy and the sparked anticipation. On any other day, he would have ignored the call. I would have climbed onto him and kissed him everywhere, taking him into my mouth, letting the world fade away. Today he’d committed to meetings and attending to overdue issues with his companies. There was an investigation going on in the business Jake was in charge of that was getting a lot of unwanted attention. Alexander had taken more time off in the past month than in the entire course of his business career and his minions were getting impatient. Seven thirty on Monday morning was fair game. He picked up his phone and answered it gruffly.
     I got up, letting him concentrate on what was clearly an urgent complaint by whoever the caller was. I went to the walk-in closet – which, after Alexander’s latest shopping spree (for me), was now almost half-full of my new, expanding wardrobe. I put on the new pair of Balenciaga boots Alexander had bought me, to replace the ones I’d ruined when I’d run from him through the pouring rain. I wouldn’t be needing my favorite coat, since we didn’t have to go outside to get to the downstairs office suites.
     We could live our whole lives in this building, safely locked away. The thought sent a ripple of unease through me, but then it was gone. I had the key now. I could let myself out anytime I wanted to.
     I was putting on some lipstick when he came up behind me. He slid his steel-strong arms around my waist and nipped at my neck. Alexander had such complete erotic power over me that his lusty, possessive bite was enough to rock me to my core. His huge, hard shaft pressed strongly against the rounded curves of my ass. But his arms were gentle and his words were tender as he nuzzled my neck, biting softly like he was marking me as his own. “Are you nervous?”
     “About the job? No. I’m excited. I feel ready.”
     “You are ready,” he said. “You’ll be amazing today, Lila. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll be right there with you. Whenever you need me.”
      I turned to face him. As always, the stunning vision of him made my chest feel heavy with happiness.
     God, I loved him.
     At first it had shocked me that I could fall this hard and this fast for someone I barely knew. Then again, by the time I even got around to questioning the warp-speed momentum of my connection to Alexander, I’d already had hot, unprotected sex with him twice. Questioning the momentum after he’d repeatedly spent himself inside me had seemed a little ridiculous. It had been crazy. Wild. Unstoppable in a way that broke every rule and recast every boundary. We’d both been all in. Alexander was the one. I didn’t need years or even months to figure that out. I’d known it all along, from that very first moment.
     “Whenever I need you?” I repeated, laughing as his strong, warm hand curled around the nape of my neck. His hard cock slid against my stomach and I could feel the heat of his desire through the thin silk layer of my clothing.
     He chuckled, nipping the soft hollow below my ear with his teeth. He understood. Our attraction from the word go was … intense. “You’ll have to try to resist me for five minutes.”
     “I can’t resist you, you know that.”
     “We’re just not used to exercising control when it comes to each other,” he said. “Everything will be fine, once we get started. You’ll see.”
      I placed my palm gently against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat. Sure we could. We could behave like rational, professional adults. We could control our urges and subdue our over-indulged libidos when we needed to.
     “You will be perfect,” he continued, kissing me lightly, “the star academic, the new Princeton grad with shining credentials and talent to burn. I will be the pinnacle of discipline and self-control. As I always have been. Before you showed up. And even when you, my Lila, my Kryptonite, walks into the room – or out of it – I’ll make every attempt not to morph into a raving psychopathic lunatic.”
     Alexander had a few control issues. He had a problem letting me out of his sight: it made him a little manic. We were working on it. His smile was half-apologetic at the reference to his recent fuck-up, when he’d locked me in his bedroom, triggering my total meltdown.
     But I’d already forgiven him for all that.
     He held my face in his hands. “I’m going to try to behave like a reasonable, normal human being. As you know, that doesn’t come particularly easily for me when it comes to you.” He was half-joking, but then his tone turned more serious. “You know I’d do anything for you, don’t you, honey girl? You know none of it means anything to me anymore without you.” He kissed me again, just a brush of his lips against mine. “I love you.”
     My hands slid up his neck, into the thick locks of his wild black hair. He had amazing hair. “I love you more.”
     He smiled and his eyelashes lowered once, his expression soft. Enchanted and enchanting. This was my Alexander, this warm, compassionate lover, devoid of the ruthless authority that was so much a part of his CEO persona. This was the part of himself he saved just for me. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
     I kissed his lips, touching my tongue to his. The kiss deepened as his mouth took mine, his tongue exploring as I allowed him anything he wanted of me with teasing, adoring invitation. My body and soul opened to Alexander, as always, with an almost worshipful intent. If I was his Kryptonite, he was my superpower. With him, I felt safe. With him inside me, I felt invincible. I gently sucked his tongue into my mouth, craving him with a quiet, savage intensity.
     His phone rang again.
     He swore under his breath and I pulled back a little.
     “You should probably get that,” I told him. He was considering not answering it. His own wicked, beautiful craving burned in the dark light of his eyes. By now I knew Alexander might have let his entire empire crumble around us if I asked him to. “Go.”
     He disengaged reluctantly and walked over to pick up his phone from the bedside table. His colossal arousal was rigid and hot-looking, his body as ripped and perfect as a genius’s sculpture come to life. I wished I could feast on him. I felt that now-familiar, decadent longing: to put my mouth on him, to suck on all that throbbing beauty, to drink him in greedy mouthfuls. It seemed such a shame not to indulge in his magnificence, but it was clear enough we would have to take care of business before our pleasure could be attended to.
     A first, possibly.
     “It’s Jake,” he said. “I’d better take this.”
     “I’ll go downstairs to your office and wait for you there.”
     Alexander took a long look at me. Then he sighed lightly, and nodded. “Yeah. This could take a while. I’ll meet you on the seventh floor.”
     It was surprisingly difficult, already: these interruptions. These small separations. “You’ve got the key,” he added.
     His eyes held mine for a brief moment. Yes, I had his key. To get in and to get out. To never be locked up again. Right here and now, though, I felt a little conflicted. I almost wished he would lock me up. With him. To seal us away forever so I could have him all to myself. “I’ll see you soon.”
     “You’ve got a hot date tonight, by the way,” he smiled, dark-eyed and wolf-like. “Be ready for me.

Author Bio:
Juliette Jones is the author of BILLIONAIRE, HONEY GIRL and WILD RIDE. She lives in New York City.

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Title: Blamed
Author: Edie Harris 
Series: Blood Money #1 
Publisher: Carina Press (HQN)
Publication date: November 3rd 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Born into a long line of spies, sanctioned killers and covert weapons developers, Beth Faraday carried out her first hit-for-hire when she was still a teenager.

That part of her life—the American spy royalty part—ended one year ago, with a job gone wrong in Afghanistan. The collateral damage she caused with a single shot was unfathomable and, for Beth, unforgivable. She’s worked hard to build a new life for herself, far away from the family business.

But someone, somewhere, hasn’t forgotten what Beth did in Kabul. And they want revenge.

As the Faraday clan bands together to defend Beth and protect their legacy, Beth is forced to flee her new home with the unlikeliest of allies—MI6 agent Raleigh Vick, the only man she’s ever loved. And the one she thought she’d killed in the desert

     There were worse things than having a gun held on him by a beautiful woman, he supposed. Such as glancing down in time to watch the pink heat drain from her honey-gold skin when he told her he was supposed to kill her.
     That was worse.
     He sucked in a breath as they hit the street, the chilly night air swirling around them as Beth hustled him to the other side of the block. “Not sure going back to yours is the best idea,” he mumbled, hissing as each step jarred the wound in his side. He hadn’t been lying when he told her it was a flesh wound, but he could feel the bullet lodged against his lowest rib, pinching and scraping and being generally uncomfortable.
     She shouldered open the front door to her building. “Do you want me to get that bullet out of you or not?”
     “I do,” he grated as they ascended the stairs. “But we’ve got a limited window before they send someone to do my job for me.” He let her push him into her apartment, taking a seat at the dining room table while she set the alarm and locked the door.
     “And by job, you mean me, right?” She didn’t look at him as she dropped his briefcase to the floor and disappeared down the hall, emerging a moment later with a hefty black nylon case that resembled an oversized lunch cooler. Drawing his surrendered gun from the waistband of her jeans, she replaced it with hers, setting his Ruger aside on the kitchen counter before she unzipped the case and began pulling out various medical supplies: latex gloves, sterilization pads, tweezers, an actual suture gun.
     Thirty seconds later, she was kneeling next to his chair. “Lift your hand and take off your shirt.”
     “Bossy. I like it.” But he complied, yanking his tie over his head, unbuttoning and shrugging off his shirt, and was relieved to find that the bleeding had slowed to a trickle.
     Dark-lashed hazel eyes glared up at him, their gold-speckled gray flashing under the light of the chandelier above the table. “You flirt with me, I make this hurt. Understand?”

     Crap, but she hated when he went all bossy-britches on her. She’d worked under his command for a decade, back when her role in the family business had been her reason for breathing, and old habits died hard. Stalking through her unlit living room to the front windows, she peeked through a slat in the teakwood blinds at the night outside, dark and cold. No sign of life on the street below…or in the window across the way. “If you guys are so concerned about me, why isn’t one of you here yet?”
     “Tobias is on his way to you.”
     “What?” Her other older brother—the fussy lawyer—was probably the last family member she’d expect to show up on her doorstep in Chicago. “Why?”
     “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. We’ve got trouble.”
     “Then why…why didn’t you call my cell?” Her cell was secure, but anything they said on the landline could be overheard, and likely was, given her storied past. It was why Casey had demanded she get a landline in the first place, so anyone listening would witness Beth being a normal—capital “N” normal—civilian when she spoke to the cable company or one of her coworkers at the Institute.
     “Because I want them to know we know.” Casey’s voice was brutal and as cold as the weather outside her apartment. “A hit’s been put on you.”
     She froze, her stomach cramping. “You really are in Belfast, aren’t you?” she whispered as everything clicked into place. Tobias flying to see her. Human footprints on Bob and Keith’s balcony. The dark window across the street. 
     Wait. Not so dark, not anymore. Flashes of light, the kind that signaled discharge by a firearm, lit up the bay window that hadn’t shown any sign of life in nearly forty-eight hours. His window. “Shit.”
     The Beretta was back in her hand before she took her next breath, dropping the cordless phone to the rug on her brother’s concerned shouts. Not bothering to find shoes, she dashed down the stairs and out into the street—an empty street that held new menace, every shifting shadow a possible threat—in nothing but her socks. The freezing winter air cut through her thin blouse, sharpening her senses as she sprinted up the shoveled sidewalk. 
     She had to save her friendly neighborhood spy.

     Oh, these games we play. Beth smiled wryly as the crosshairs of her scope framed him beautifully from six hundred yards away, unable to prevent the melty little sigh that escaped her.
     Not that she’d ever admit to sighing over him, whoever he was this time around. Her brows knit in a scowl as she studied him, loathing the desert sun for the way it burnished him bronze—and loathing him for looking like a god in its glow. 
     How long had it been since Cyprus? Nine months, twelve days, and… Well, the hours and minutes didn’t matter anymore, because here he was. Granted, six hundred yards away and completely unaware of Beth lying belly-down on a hill in the outskirts of deadly Kabul, but still—here. 
     Her pulse picked up its pace as she remembered the last time she’d seen him, nine months, twelve days and twenty-two hours ago. Yes, twenty-two. A girl didn’t easily forget the last time a pair of broad-palmed, callused hands had stroked her to orgasm. At least, not when those hands belonged to him. 
     He stood on a dusty street corner under an awning, talking animatedly with a keffiyeh-wearing man who appeared decidedly upset. Her attention focused on the hands she could still feel like a brand on the tender skin of her belly, her inner thighs. He gestured easily, attempting to calm his companion, clearly speaking the other man’s language with enviable fluency. She stared at his moving lips through her scope, unconsciously wetting her own as she caught a glimpse of the gap between his front teeth. 
     And there was her confirmation, dental and undeniable. Different as always, and yet the same, despite the change to his coloring and clothing. 
     His hair was shaved down to a close buzz, appearing to be some shade of brown; in Cyprus, he’d been a sun-streaked, shaggy blonde, all surfer chic as his cover had demanded. She couldn’t see his brows behind the large aviator sunglasses he wore, but as he turned his head, she caught a glimpse of his other identifiable marker—the scar cutting across his jaw to the left of his mouth, earned years ago during an incident in Serbia. 
     Coincidentally, Beth had been underneath him during said incident.

     Riding the crowded train tucked against Vick’s side was crazy, stupid wonderful, spurring an insistent warmth in the region of her chest that had very little to do with how many layers she wore against the February chill. 
     Damn it. It would be so much more convenient to blame the scarf.
     The train car lurched, causing a morning commuter to jostle her from behind. Immediately, Vick tightened his arm around her waist. After they had boarded the Brown Line at Armitage, he’d sandwiched her between his big body and a metal pole, using his forearm to steady her as he gripped the pole with a gloved hand. The entire left half of her body soaked up the heat from his tall, muscled frame, and Beth couldn’t help but heave a silent, melting sigh at the glorious perfection of him.
     Though he was entirely too perfect, in her opinion. She missed the gap between his front teeth, sighed over the loss of his bruiser’s nose. The scar on his cheek she actively mourned, because to her, it hadn’t been a flaw but a badge of honor. He’d earned it saving her life, and then he’d kissed her silly. It was all she could do not to reach up and trace her gloved fingers over its faded echo.  
     But his body…well, she was woman enough to admit she preferred this heftier build over the zero-percent-body-fat look he’d been working hard back in the day. After being treated to his shirtless torso all morning, she knew exactly what sort of care he put into his fitness, every minute spent at the gym evident in the taut muscle of his pectorals, the packed ridges of his abdomen, the bulging curves of his biceps. But there were bitable parts to him now—firm flesh at his ribs she could dig her fingertips into, the slightest hint of softness hiding beneath his navel and the happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.
     She wanted to nuzzle the spot until he was a panting, twitching mess.

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Edie Harris studied English and Creative Writing at the University of Iowa and Grinnell College. She fills her days with writing and editing contract proposals, but her nights belong to the world of romance fiction. Edie lives and works in Chicago and is represented by Laura Bradford of Bradford Literary Agency.

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Illusion by SM Boyce

Title: Illusion
Author: S.M. Boyce 
Series: The Grimoire Saga #4
Publication date: November 4th 2014 
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

The final chapter in the war for Ourea ends with blood.

Kara Magari is an icon. A hero. The people love her. The royalty tolerates her. She has everything—an army, allies, and a close circle of chosen family. They believe she will end the war, and they shouldn’t. She’s as scared as they are. She just can’t show it.

The war she accidentally started ends with a final battle that will either save or enslave her people. She will do anything to win—until she learns the cost of victory.

Braeden Drakonin is afraid of what he’ll become when he takes over his father’s kingdom—that much authority can change a man. But his father has already tried to kill him more than once, and it’s time to end his reign. Braeden’s armies are ready. His strategy is foolproof. His generals are waiting for the order to attack. It’s only in the final seconds before the battle begins that he realizes he missed one crucial detail—the traitor.

#1 - Deidre’s Recruits
     Dozens of boots stomped up the stairs. Floorboards creaked. A rumble of voices slipped beneath the door. She took a deep breath—time for the fun to begin.
     The handle turned, and the door swung inward. Andor paused on the threshold, eyes on her the moment he peered into the room. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, squaring his shoulders in either annoyance or preparation.
     She smiled. “About time.”
     “Leave. I won’t be taking you up on your offer.”
     She pouted. “Pity. I was quite hoping you and I could get to know each other better.”
     His Adam’s apple quivered. She smiled wider. Sucker.
     He walked in and closed the door. “Deidre, I know you. You very well may be a little demon, even if the rest of us aren’t. I mean what I said before—I don’t trust you.”
     “That’s what will make you so fun,” she countered.
     He frowned, eyes narrowing. He stared at her with a gaze that almost stole the smile from her face. It bored into her, sending a flurry of nerves through her chest as he waited for her to crack beneath his gaze. She held on, despite his scrutiny. She’d successfully killed Niccoli this time. She absorbed a Blood. She would bring Niccoli’s remaining guild to its knees. Andor—of all isen—couldn’t shake her.
     He inched closer, his boots thumping against the floor. Each slow step chipped away at her smile.      He knelt on the mattress and leaned in, setting a hand on either side of her head. His fingers stretched against the wooden headboard in her periphery, cracking with his movements, but she never broke eye contact.
     He inched closer until the world blurred around him and she could see only his eyes. He was turning this on her, calling her bluff. Maybe he knew her seductions were always a tease, that she never followed through. Perhaps he even figured she imagined Michael on the face of any man who invaded her space, who got too close.
     Focus, Deidre.
     “What are you up to?” His hot breath rolled over her cheeks and tickled her neck.
     She grinned, letting the joy of her plan wash through her. “It’s quite elaborate.”
     “You’ve always been a fool, woman. This will be no different.”
     “Oh, but it will.”

#2 - War Games
     Kara raced down a dark hallway, Braeden a foot or two ahead of her. The walls’ white stones whizzed by in her periphery. Their boots thudded along the stone floor, their footsteps echoing. Torches flew past, one every dozen feet or so, the fires blurring as she ran and leaving orange streaks on her vision. Open windows filled the spaces between sconces, dark portals to the night outside. Flick clung to her shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of her neck for balance. His fur itched her throat, but she pressed onward.
     Kara let out a slow breath. For a training exercise, this was all too real.
     A fireball blew past an open window a few feet behind them, crashing into the stones. A tremor shook the floor. Black pebbles splintered off and flew past her head, their ends orange. She flinched, but pressed forward. The Ayavelian fort through which they ran took the brunt of the assault, its stone core surviving the fire from the Kirelms above. Through the open windows, glimpses of the chaos outside blipped in and out of view: fire raging along the wooden fences; a dozen more fireballs raining from the sky, their tails red streaks in the black night. A chorus of battle cries and clanging swords rang from the ground. A shrill scream rang above the uproar.
     Kara’s white vest crinkled as she ran, rubbing her skin as her arms pumped back and forth. If someone tore it off, she would be out of the game—effectively “dead.” She eyed Braeden’s vest—red to signify him as a royal. If his was torn off, he would be just as “dead” and would have to sit out—and her team would lose the game. While all red vests needed protection, Braeden carried the burden of killing Carden. The war ended when they killed his father, but if both Stelian royals died in this final battle, it would mean the genocide of the Stelian race. In fact, only the Lossian race had a surviving Heir. If any other Blood participating in the war died, their people would die with them.
     No pressure.

#3 - No Rest
     Kara rubbed her face as she headed back out into the fort’s hallways. Her shoulders ached. The torn remnants of her vest clung to her shirt, tickling her arm. She ripped the paper off and crumpled it into a ball.
     Braeden wrapped his arm around her. Warmth seeped into her body as he held her. She smiled, a real one this time.
     They walked in silence. Her feet throbbed, and she pushed away the thought of her tattered vest. She couldn’t deal with processing an in-game death right now. She wished for her bed, but the tension in her back tightened. She and Braeden shared a room, thanks to Evelyn. And while Kara hid her secret pleasure at that fact before, it filled her with dread now. He had that glint in his eye—there was something left unsaid, and it probably involved her staying back while he led the final battle. That wasn’t going to happen, and she wouldn’t escape the discussion tonight.
     Several minutes of silence passed as they made their way out of the fort. Apparently, Braeden wasn’t going to speak first, and Kara didn’t know what to say. She’d done her best, and it wasn’t good enough. She’d lost the game, but at least Braeden made it. In the real world, only that mattered. They needed to kill Carden, and with Deidre at his side, death was a very real possibility.

     Stone rang the bell again, and again, and again. One by one, men and women filed their way into the arena seats until Stone’s ringing went unanswered for a good ten minutes. About half the seats were filled, all faces covered with frowns and scowls. Regret burned along Kara’s arms as she realized she stood in the center of the arena for all to see. She resisted the impulse to hurry to Stone’s side—she had to look strong, not like a lost kitten.
     Kara did, however, allow herself to shudder—these were folks who would’ve made her cross the street in her human life to avoid sharing a sidewalk with them. Some hunched in their seats, eyeing her with sneers she didn’t want to interpret. Others examined her with calculating glances, as if sizing her up as a meal. She clenched her fists and swallowed hard, suddenly regretting her decision to join Stone is this suicide mission to recruit the evil isen Niccoli commanded in life.
     “What a disappointing turnout,” Stone said.
     His voice echoed in the vast room, clear as the bell. Kara took another deep breath.
     Stone continued. “You may know me—I am Stone, the only isen to escape Niccoli’s command. I have a present for you, brothers and sisters—one I think you will enjoy.”
     Kara stood up straighter.
     “This girl has come to challenge your masters for control of you,” Stone finished.
     Kara expected gasps, or perhaps laughter. But the silence that followed was worse. Many sneered, and she caught the hiss of a few isen in the front rows sucking in their breath.
     She tensed, wishing Stone knew the meaning of tact or subtlety, but it was probably best that he ripped off the bandage. She didn’t have much energy, and she didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary.
     She clenched her fists.
     Let’s do this.

     He looked at her—really looked at her, with a gaze that almost stole the smile from her face. She held on, despite his scrutiny. She’d successfully killed Niccoli this time. She absorbed a Blood. She would bring Niccoli’s remaining guild to its knees. Andor—of all people—couldn’t shake her.
     His boots thumped against the floor as he came closer. Every slow step chipped away at her smirk.      He knelt on the mattress and leaned in, setting a hand on either side of her head. His fingers stretched against the wooden headboard in her periphery, but she never broke eye contact.
     He inched closer until the world blurred around him. He was turning this on her, calling her bluff. Maybe he knew her seductions were always a tease, that she never followed through. Perhaps he even figured she imagined Michael on the face of any man who invaded her space, who got too close.
    “What are you up to?” His breath rolled over her cheeks.
     She grinned, letting the joy of her plan wash through her. “It’s quite elaborate.”

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Polar Bared by Eve Langlais

What’s a bear to do when a human has a polar-izing effect? Gene only has one thing on his mind, vengeance, until Vicky crashes into his life. When Vicky accidentally slides into the side of a polar bear, she doesn’t expect to fall in love. Eaten yes, perhaps used as a chew toy, but become the object of a bear’s affection and lust? Crazy! Almost as crazy as the fact the polar bear turns out to be a man. A sexy man. A man who growls, and roars and does everything he can to chase her away. Only to come back. Poor Gene. After the pain and betrayal he suffered in the war all he wants is vengeance against the brothers who left him behind. But he’s confused when instead of wanting to punish him for his evil acts, they offer him forgiveness. As if that weren’t annoying enough, the cutest geek he ever met—with caramel kissed skin covering a lush, rounded figure and wearing the sexiest dark rimmed glasses—won’t leave him alone. Or more like, he can’t seem to stop following her. 
And it isn’t just because someone is out to hurt her. 

He wants her. But does he want her more than vengeance?

    With a growl, he shifted shapes and stood, hands on his hips, glaring down at her.
     “What am I going to do with you?” he muttered aloud.
     She would, of course, take that moment to flutter her eyes open, blink, take in his appearance, and then, instead of screaming as expected, replied, in a slurred voice, “Wow. Can I suggest you do me?”
     Well, that was unexpected. He surely misunderstood. “What the fuck did you say?”
     She squinted, her glasses lost or tucked away. “You are naked.”
     “Why what?”
     “Why are you naked? It’s cold out here.” As if to make that point clear, she shivered. “So cold.”
     He held in yet another sigh. “You need to get somewhere warm before you die.”
     “You mean I’m not dead yet?”
     “Emphasis on the yet,” he grumbled.
     “Oh. I guess I’m close then. That would explain why I’m hallucinating a giant naked man is talking to me.”
     She thought him a hallucination? That might actually work in his favor.
     “This is all a dream.”
     A sigh escaped her. “Figures. I never have good ones. Why can’t I have one where I’m on a warm beach? With you naked still of course.” She smiled and giggled.
     Gene frowned. Someone was feeling the effects of being out in the cold for too long. It happened.      Something about the air, and other mumbo jumbo shit he didn’t pay much attention to. As a shifter he didn’t suffer from normal human frailties.
     But she apparently did.
     “Do you have a name?” he asked as he bent down to pick her up.
     “Victoria, but people usually call me Vicky. Or Trippy. I’m a little clumsy,” she said in an almost whisper, as if confiding in him.
     Clumsy was understating it from what he’d seen so far. With her in his arms, he faced the dilemma of how to climb the hill. He solved it the same way he had in the desert with one of his fallen mates. “I’m going to put you on my back. I need you to hold tight around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist.”
     “You want me to piggyback you?”
     “Yes,” he said, shifting her around his torso.
     She clung to him, her chin resting on his shoulder, her limbs snug around him. It warmed him more than it should have.
     “Don’t let go,’ he warned as he began to climb.
     “I won’t. I can do anything in a dream,” she announced. “I can pretend I’m skinny and beautiful. I can meet strange naked men. I can even kiss them.”
     And she did. She planted a sloppy smooch on his neck, and he almost lost his footing.
     “What the hell was that for?” he barked.
     “A thank you?” she said in a meek voice.
     “You don’t need to thank me. This is a dream, remember?” He practically growled the words at her but couldn’t erase the sizzling heat of her embrace.

Author Bio:
Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with werewolves lol.

I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their top 100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with Kindle readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on AllRomance for 2013 and have had numerous of my books hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well.

I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping at our local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read. My inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is a total alpha male which means I often want to club him over head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’ nature, I love him dearly.

I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big, overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.

My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in the balls and laugh. Many of them are chubby, because in my world, girls with curves ROCK! Oh and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their defense, they need love too.
Some of my work does push boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear in my tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my imagination is a tad bit warped?

I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to the needs of their flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit and hot. Really, really hot.

I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.

Do you love shapeshifters? I do, especially strong alpha males, the kind who take charge and aren’t afraid to get furry and kick ass for the one they want.

I am also extremely partial to aliens, the kind who like to abduct humans and then drive them insane...with pleasure.

Or do you like something a little darker, more serious? Then check out my cyborgs whose battle with humanity have captivated readers worldwide.

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Some Odds & Ends Asked of the Author:
Top 10 Fictional Book Characters of All Time
1. Lucifer – my version of course. Awful of me to include one of my own characters I’m sure, but I absolutely love his sense of humor—and evil nature lol.
2. Harry Dresden – He was the first modern day wizard I think I ever read about. I love him and his ghostly friend, Bob. (Written by Jim Butcher)
3. Edward Cullen – Yeah I am totally team Edward! I read the books and while Bella got on all my nerves, I really liked Edward more so in the book than the movie though. (Stephanie Meyer)
4. Curan – If you’ve never met this hunk-a-hunk of burning cat shifter, then you’ve missed out. Run, don’t walk to buy Ilona Andrews, Kate Daniels series.
5. Drago. If you love domineering alpha dragons, then you need Dragon Bound by Thea Harrison.
6. Rachel Morgan kicks demon ass! The Hollows by Kim Harrison is urban fantasy at its finest. Original and constantly evolving.
7. Anita Blake, in the early days as written by Laurell K. Hamilton. The first seven or eight books in the series had her rocking as a heroine.
8. Vlad as written by Jeaniene Frost. He is so unrepentantly arrogant and alpha that I just adore him. 
9. Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon. He had the most complex, heart breaking story. But at the same time has proven to be the most fascinating character throughout her Dark Hunter series (which I am woefully behind on lol).
10. Name your favorite!

Hottest Vamps on TV & in the Movies
1. Vampire Diaries - Damon. Damon. Damon. It’s the eyes dammit!
2. True Blood - Eric. Tall, blonde Viking who’s also evil and bloodthirsty? Love it.
3. The Original – Klaus. He is so wicked. So unrepentant. So awesome.
4. The Originals – Elijah. He seems so goody two shoes and then he does something evil. Lol.
5. The Originals – Marcel. He’s bad, but such a charming flirt.
6. Buffy – Spike. Anyone remember that blond haired original bad boy?
7. Twilight – Carlisle . For an old guy he’s pretty damned hot.
8. Vampire Diaries – Stefan. The new Stefan, who’s got a bad ass thing going on.
9. Selene – Underworld. She makes the list because I so totally want to be her!
10. Who’s your hottest vamp?

Sexiest Shifters on Television and in the Movies
1. Alcide from True Blood. I swear I drool when he takes off that shirt.
2. Mystique – X-Men movies. Yes, she’s a girl, but damn, for a blue mutant, she has a body I’d kill for!
3. Derek from Teen Wolf. Need I say more?
4. Clayton on Bitten. He needs to move on and date someone new. Any volunteers?
5. Klaus from the Originals – now he’s technically a hybrid, but hey, he’s got shifter blood. He growls therefore he makes the list lol
6. Jacob from Twilight, too young for me, but daughter swears he’s the hottest thing to ever walk this earth J
7. Lucien from Underworld. I like them a little evil…
8. Navarre in the old classic Lady Hawk. She’s a hawk by day, he a wolf by night. A lovely romance with action.
9. Michael from Underworld. Savage beast with a softness for a certain vampire. Yum!
10. Name yours!

Top Ten Favorite Movies
1. Star Wars Trilogy! I am a total fan of the original 3 lol
2. Indian Jones. Loved the hat and the whip J
3. Space Balls. I don’t know what that says about me that it makes the list, but I still giggle at the corny jokes.
4. Star Trek (2009) OMG I loved this movie about the young Kirk and the rest of the gang. I wasn’t as keen on the second, but I’m hoping they will make a third, one that’s exploring space…the final frontier.
5. Chronicles of Riddick. Sci-fi story, action, wicked special effects and Vin Diesel, make this movie awesome.
6. Poltergeist. Scary movies with kids freak me out, and this one more than others always stuck with me.
7. Ghostbusters. I hear the music and I’m singing at the top of my lungs. And who could ever forget the giant marshmallow man.
8. Airplane. Yeah, I’m a sucker for silly humor. But I prefer the older comedy version to the newer ones which are more into shock than clever I find.
9. Mr & Mrs Smith. Damn I love that movie. A love story that is so messed up and action packed. The chemistry between them sizzled and hit all my happy spots.
10. War of the Roses. Such an awful movie, yet so damned funny!

If I was A Shifter What Animal Would I Be?
My first choice would be a large cat. There is something about a graceful feline, one who can stealthily creep up and pounce scaring the hell out of their target. I also think the whole purring thing is cool.
My second choice would be a bear. I mean, who would want to be cute and cuddly, while at the same time ferocious.
And my third choice? A giant falcon or eagle. The ability to fly is totally awesome

If I Could Have One Magic Power It Would Be…
The ability to move objects with my mind. Oh no, is the TV remote across the room and I’m too couch potatoed to fetch it? With just a thought it comes zooming into my hand. Did the kids once again wait until I sat down to ask me for ketchup? With a zing of my mind, I fetch it from the fridge. And housework? I can totally handle sitting back and relaxing with a book as the mop swirls around the floor.
My second choice would probably be flying. Imagine the liberty of coasting above the neighborhood, peeking on my neighbors, avoiding traffic jams, saving on ridiculous gas costs. Ooh and dropping water bombs on the jerk who keeps speeding  down our street with no regard for kids!
And finally, my third magic power would be…energy. Because I would love to be able to keep up with my kids! Lol
What would your choice be?

Top ten paranormal TV shows
A question I get asked a lot is what do I do in my down time. Well, when I’m not Candy Crushing (curse you level 213!), or reading, I’m a TV addict. I’ve got my PVR (which is Canadian for DVR lol), set to record a ridiculous amount of shows. I’m quite pleased at the supernatural lineup available within the past year. Vampires, werewolves, magic and more are everywhere it seems, and I’m going to share my top ten favorite so we can see what we have in common.
1. Game of Thrones. This is a MUST see for me. My only lament is the season is so short and there’s not enough of Daenerys Targaryen and I still miss Drogo!
2. True Blood, I’ll admit the last season wasn’t my favorite, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still an avid fan. Heck, I’d watch just for Eric and Alcide.
3. Sleepy Hollow. Holy smokes what a fabulous new show! Different. Gory. And can you say Ichabod is sexy?!
4. Being Human, I started out watching this show in the British version, then got hooked on the American one. I’m not sure where this season is going yet, but it’s got a different take on the supernatural that I like.
5. Lost Girl. While I’ll admit I was kind of miffed they brought Lauren back, the Wanderer and the Valkyrie at least make up for it J
6. Haven. Talk about a show taking a twist. It seems Haven isn’t done with its troubles.
7. Teen Wolf – how did I miss the first two seasons of this show?! Totally sucked into it now and will probably have to get my hands on the ones I missed.
8. American Horry Story Coven. Oh. My God. Seriously. Don’t watch this if you’re squeamish. It is disturbing yet riveting. (as is Asylum, the second season. I’ve just recently seen the first season with the haunted house, and yeah, it just reinforces my desire to never buy anything too old lol)
9. Bitten. Damn did I enjoy the first season. Can’t wait for the fall.
10. Vampire Diaries and the Originals because seriously, Damon, vampires, and well, more vampires. What’s not to love? 
11. Once Upon A Time – Lost last place because really, the whole Peter Pan thing didn’t do much for me. Hoping it gets better again.
12. My newest favorite is now Supernatural. How did I miss so many seasons of this awesome show?! Thank you Netflix, lol

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