Monday, November 25, 2013

Book Review for Text Take It of # 4 By: Cambria Herbert

Take It of # 4

By: Cambria Herbert
Reviewed by:Tonya
Published: Cambria Herbert
Source:Purchased Gene: New Adult Romance


***This is a new adult contemporary novel and contains sexual content and graphic language. It is not intended for young adult readers.*** 

One text can change everything. 
Honor Calhoun never thought her life would ever be like the books she writes for a living. One morning while out for a run, she learns not all bad things are plots in novels. Some horrors can actually come true. 
She faces off with a persistent attacker, holds her own, but in the end is taken hostage and thrown into a hole. In the middle of the woods. 
But Honor didn’t go down there alone. 
She took her kidnapper’s phone with her. With a spotty signal and a dying battery, her hope is slim. 
Nathan Reed is an active duty Marine stationed at a small reserve base in Pennsylvania. All he wants is a calm and uneventful duty station where he can forget the memories of his time in a war-torn country. 
But a single text changes everything. 
Nathan becomes Honor’s only hope for survival, and he has to go against the clock, push aside his past, and take on a mission for a girl he’s never met. 
Both of them want freedom… but they have to survive long enough to obtain it. 

Our Review 

“Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the person who will be your best friend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances” - Author Unknown

Oh I loved reading that - Cambria always has a way with finding the perfect phrase or quote to start her books and this one - this one gives me hope again - that maybe just maybe…. 

Honor Calhoun is an author - well isn't that just a quink-a-dink - LOL out for a typical run when she is snatched and beaten, kicked and punched and tossed in a hole. But this girl has brains she gets a hold of the kidnappers phone and takes it down into the hole with her. 

Nathan is a Marine and after a long week, and in attempts to hide painful memories is out for a game of cards with the guys waiting for one of them to arrive with the cold beer. The golden elixir that washes away those memories at least for a time. 

An unexpected text sends Nathan on a frantic search for Honor, before the kidnapper returns. with only her text’s to guide him. Worse yet, the phone she is texting from, well, lets just say someone you least expect or not… 

I was on the edge of my seat the entire time I read this book. OMG new adult contemporary romance - hello add in mystery, thriller, edge of your seat suspense. Nail bitter all the way to the end. I absolutely LOVED this book and I think by far it is my favorite out of the 4 in this series so far. CAMBRIA I bow to your awesomeness!!!! LOL :) 

Yes, yes you know that he does find her of course, but not before the kidnapper gets back to her and does quiet a bit of damage to her. I love how he cradles her like a small kitten in his sexy rock hard abs (OMG this man is delish!!!) Yes I was drooling over my kindle, I think I heard it short circuit a few times - Cambria I love how your mind works - this is my new book boyfriend. Beyond swoon worthy. 

I love the playful banter that Nathan and Honor have between each other even in the midst of everything. Knowing the kidnapper is still on the loose and they are his prey they manage to have this amazing draw to each other. 

“You like hot wings, Honor?” he asked like it was the most important thing he needed to know. 
“Who doesn't?”
“Nice,” he drawled. He had quite the southern accent going. Every time he talked, I felt a little giddy and I hung on every word he said. I was waiting for him to drop his first “y’all.” 
“All right,” he said, gesturing to my shirt. “Lift it up. Let’s see it.” 
“You suck at foreplay.”
He caught my wrist in his oversized palm and towed me a little closer. His face came close to mine, so close that I was able to see that he had blue eyes and a scar across one of his cheeks. 
“That, sweetheart, was not foreplay. When we get to that, you’ll damn well know it.”
Well, alrighty then. 
Shamelessly, I wondered when we might get to the foreplay.

You go girl - forget that you got a kidnapper out there wanting to kill not just you now but that hot stud muffin of a Marine that rescued you. LOL That is what I am talking about. LOL - I really do love the chemistry between Honor and Nathan - its is tender, hot, sweet, sexy, pulling, explosive.

 “So what’s the plan?”“The plan is to get moving, work our way to the road.”“It’s dark. How will we know which direction to go?”I was insulted. “Sweetheart,” I drawled. “I was trained for this. I could find my way out of a pig’s ass.” “How the hell would you get into a pig’s ass?” “Exactly.” She snorted. It wasn't very ladylike. It was cute as hell. “You make no sense.” “You’re going to make me into one of the characters in your next book, aren't you?” I couldn't help but tease her. “Yes. He’s going to have no teeth and one eye.”I chuckled. “Wow, you got good eyesight. I was hoping the dark would disguise my ugly ass ‘til morning.” “Whatever,” she tossed out.

Okay I just had to share more because I just loved that part I was reading this at my desk at work on break and busted out laughing - okay no I snorted so loud then laughed. I mean this is just classic and so made the book. 

Slowly Honor learns about Nathan’s past, his pain, what haunts him. What keeps him awake at night, and terrorizes his dreams. And Nathan having been there, done that, knows what Honor is going to be going through. They both seem to “complete” each other, and together they kick some serious butt, teach that kidnapper a lesson for sure. And help each other begin to heal from their painful memories. 

I will be completely honest I so DID NOT WANT THIS BOOK TO END… I so wanted to keep reading about Honor and Nathan I fell in love with these characters. Excellent book.

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Book Review for Fire and Ice Book of Shadows #1 By Lacey Weatherford

Fire and Ice
Book of Shadows #1

By: Lacey Weatherford
Reviewed by:Tonya
Published: Moonstruck Media
Source:Purchased Gene: Paranormal Romance


He was on the run

Love wasn't an option,

But Fate had a different plan.

Magic abounds and sparks fly

when destiny brings Fire & Ice together.

Back cover:

Time passes . . . sometimes too quickly, other

 times not fast enough, but that’s not what’s

 important. The essential thing is what we learn

 about ourselves during that passage of time

 and how we apply it. Will we continue to

 follow the destructive paths we find ourselves

 on? Will we give in to circumstances that seem

 completely unchangeable? Or will we

 desperately fight to hold on to those we love

 and to what’s good inside us—no matter how

 terrible the cost?

I only know I would do whatever was required

 of me to keep Portia, but in a world of witches,

 warlocks, and demons, anything can happen.

My name is Vance Mangum, and this is my


Our Review
Journal Entry: 

I'm angry, pissed at the world right now, and pretty much everything in it. I'm so tired of all this shit. I hate running-hate always looking over my shoulder. Right now, I should be exhausted from spending the night on the beach with a beautiful girl, not from driving all night long. This isn't living. It's's being prey to someone else's whim. I'm not sure how much more I can take.

What an opening, right away the author grabs you and throws you into what you can only assume is a flight for life moment. I could tell right then this book was going to be one heck of a bumpy ride, so I fastened up and got ready - and boy was it worth it. 

Vance Magnum is on the run, sadly from the one person you shouldn't be on the run from, your father. Vance is a warlock, but not an ordinary one, one with great powers, not the normal, and his father wishes to drain that from him for his own gain. So Vance's aunt Marsha and he are constantly looking over their shoulders, always picking up at a moment's notice and running. That is until they meet Sean Mullins, his wife, mother and daughter Portia. 

Sean's coven agree's to take Vance and his aunt in and try to help protect them and Vance is not to have anything to do with Portia, until she has come into her powers. Little do they all know, until she does, she too is special and right away Vance is drawn to her and notices that she is different. 

Of course what is the book without attraction, and these two are drawn to each other like moths to flames. And once Portia comes into her powers she is a natural, and a bond is forged, one that is so strong it is at times painful. There were moments I was on the edge of my seat laughing at Vance and Portia. At others I was jumping hoping nothing would happen, praying that everything would be okay. 

Before you know it trouble is brewing, and no not in a cauldron, Vance and Marsha have been found, but instead of running Vance is going to make a stand, he can't run anymore, refuses to leave the love of his life. But unlike your typical book that has those HAPPILY EVER AFTER endings, Lacey does something even better. She pushes love to its limits, and shows what it means to give up everything for the one you love. And then there is a twist again. OMG she had my insides all twisted up. I was shocked, crying, jumping for joy and then yelling NO............. 

Okay Lacey please hurry up with book #2 because I so need to know what happens to Vance and Portia, do they get their happily ever after, does that nasty evil man get what is finally coming to him like mommy dearest did (oh I so was happy when she got hers) I absolutely loved that this book has a cliff hanger because I know I get to read more of Vance and Portia. 

This is a very fast read, excellently written, great character development and a super story line.

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Born in Chains (Men in Chains Series) Book Blast and Giveaway


Men in Chains, #1

In the epic battle of vampire against vampire, one warrior’s fate is bound to a mortal woman who controls him, commands him, and craves him like no other…


Two years ago, the rogue vampires invaded Lily 

Haven’s home and kidnapped her son. Now, if she 

hopes to see her child again, she must do the 

unthinkable—bind herself, body and soul, to a 

vampire warrior. She must choose one of the rogue

army’s prisoners of war and force him to do her 

bidding. But when she sees the warrior Adrien,

 naked, beaten, and straining against his chains, it

is she who is held captive…


Adrien has been waiting for her. A beautiful woman

 who appears to him in visions. Who soothes his 

tortured body, feeds his erotic cravings—and

 quenches his thirst for blood. But Lily is more than 

he ever hoped for. She is the master of his destiny, 

and he is her willing slave. Even when she asks him

 to find the ultimate weapon for his enemies, he

must obey her. Even if the task destroys them both,

 he will fight for her love, forever…

“Sexy, cool, edgy romantic fantasy…Prepare to be enthralled.”
—New York Times bestselling author Lara Adrian


About the Author:

Caris Roane has published nine paranormal novels and novellas and writing as Valerie King, fifty Regency works. In 2005, Romantic Times gave her a Career Achievement award in Regency Romance. As Caris Roane, she currently writes paranormal romance for St. Martin’s Press and also self-publishes the continuing stories for her Guardians of Ascension series as well as stories set in other worlds. 

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Cover Reveal ! Going the Distance by Christa Cervone


A murderer’s child…A foster child…A troubled teen…Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega has never had an easy life. Being shuffled from one foster home to another after his father murdered his mother, he found himself in and out of trouble with the law. Never giving a damn about himself, let alone anyone else, his life was spiraling out of control; fast. Until one man and one sport changed everything.
Frankie Carbone taught Saint how to handle his anger and rejection; by fighting it out in the ring. On his way to stardom, Saint finds himself pushed into the spotlight and into the arms of more women than he can ever imagine; he’s completely content with one night stands and random sex.
Then Salem Harris comes walking into his life and changes his game plan. Saint finds himself wanting Salem in all the ways that scare him. She is off limits; taken. But that doesn’t stop Saint from going after what he wants, and he wants her.
Frankie showed Saint a new way of life with Boxing, but will Salem give him the one thing he’s never known – love? Will Saint find himself fighting for the one thing he thinks he doesn’t deserve or will Salem end up breaking his heart? Gabriel ‘The Saint’ Vega has had to fight for every good thing he’s gotten in his life. Can he go the distance?
Meet Christa
Christa Author Photo
I was born and raised in Western Massachusetts and I’m a married mother of three who married her high school sweetheart, Frank. I don’t really have too many hobbies. I like to watch my kids play sports. I do photography on the side (weddings, families, babies etc). I’m Minion & Adam Levine obsessed. I enjoy listening to all different types of music, Maroon 5 & P!nk being some of my favorites.
Achievements — I was on the Top 20 Erotica as well in being on the Movers and Shakers List on Amazon with “Broken.”
I’m currently working on her second novel titled “Going the Distance” which will be released Fall 2013 as well as a third novel titled “Saved.”

Teaser – Prologue
“In the case of the Commonwealth vs. Josue Vega. How do you plead?”
“Not guilty,” I hear our father say in his thick Spanish accent.
The cameras begin to flash and I hear reporters talking into their microphones, although I can’t understand what they are saying.
“Order in the court,” the judge speaks loudly as his gavel hits the desk; making my little brother, Jason, jump.
“It’s ok, Jase, we’re safe now,” I say, trying to comfort him. The two of us sit quietly in the second row of the hot, crowded courtroom as we watch our father plead ‘Not guilty’ to the murder of our mother. I’m just as scared as he is but I don’t want him to know that. I’m his older brother and he looks up to me, so I am trying to be brave.
“Your Honor, my client asks to be released on bail. He has two little boys he needs to care for while the trial is ongoing,” says the tall man who is standing next to our father.
I eyeball our father and notice how disheveled he looks. His hair is a mess and his clothes are the same ones he’d been wearing two nights ago. Jase and I were awoken this morning by a loud banging on our door. It was the police and they were looking for our father, but we hadn’t seen him in almost two days.
The last time I’d seen our father was the night he and our mother had gotten into an argument. They were yelling so loudly that they actually woke me from a sound sleep. I could hear our mother screaming, “How could you? He’s just a little boy…” and that was the last time I heard our mother’s voice.
“Your Honor, the Defendant is being charged with murder. I insist he be remanded to the county jail for the duration of his trial,” a voice says loudly from the other side of the courtroom.
The judge looks over at us and I can see the pity in his eyes.
“Mr. Vega, I have to agree with the District Attorney,” the judge’s voice is stern. “You’re standing trial for the murder of your wife. Bail is denied, and you’re to return to the county jail for the remainder of your trial. Bailiff, please remove the Defendant and have him taken into custody.”
I hear chatter erupt from the back of the courtroom. I turn around and see the reporters talking and the cameras flashing again. Spinning back around, I see a man in what looks like a police uniform handcuffing my father, then leading him out of the courtroom. Jase covers his face with his hands and begins to cry, “Why are they taking Papi?”
“It’s okay, Jase,” I whisper. “We have each other. Remember, we’re Blood Brothers.” Jase wipes his tears away with his hand and forces a smile.
“Blood Brothers” was something I’d come up with when we were out playing on the playground. It was one of the few times our father had actually offered to take us somewhere. We’d been cooped up in our small, dingy apartment all winter long, and it was finally a pleasant Spring day. Jase and I were running around playing tag. Our father had told us several times to stop running, but lo and behold, right after his final warning Jase fell and skinned both of his knees. Our father glared at us, just waiting to hear Jase cry. I knew what was coming next, he’d ‘give him something to cry about.’ That had been one of our father’s favorite lines; especially to Jase, who was extremely sensitive and cried over almost everything.
“Come on Jase, don’t cry,” I whispered to him, as I looked anxiously over my shoulder at our father. Jase’s body began to shake as he tried to hold his tears back and the blood from both his knees began to run down his shins. I glanced back at our father, who was now standing up, and I knew I had to act fast.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out an old pocket knife that I had found lying on the sidewalk one day after school. I’d been keeping it a secret from Jase because I knew he’d want to play with it and would end up hurting himself.
“Hey Jase, look what I found a few days ago,” I said, showing him the knife.
His eyes grew wide, “Woah, where did you get that?” He said in awe.
“I found it a couple of days ago.”
“What are you two doing over there?” Our father said loudly, making Jase jump.
“Nothing Papi. I’m just tying Jase’s shoes,” I answered back.
“Hurry up! I’m ready to leave,” he snapped in response.
Opening up the blade as fast as I could, I took the tip and pressed it down onto the pad of my thumb.
“Gabriel,” Jase gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I wanna show you that you don’t have to cry every time you bleed,” I explained as blood began to pool up on my thumb. “See, I’m bleeding and I’m not crying.”
“It’s like we’re Blood Brothers,” Jase smiled at me as he blinked back his tears.
“Yes. Exactly, Jase, we’re Blood Brothers,” I smiled back at him.
I look over at Jase now and notice that he’s trying his hardest to hold back his tears. The two of us sit quietly as we watch our father being taken away. I finally feel safe. He and our mother are out of our lives forever; they can’t hurt us anymore. I’ve actually dreamed of this day; Jase and me, living with parents who actually love us. I saw it in a movie once; a little girl who didn’t have any parents was living in an orphanage and some rich guy adopted her. They lived happily ever after and I’m hoping that’s what’s going to happen to us.
“Gabriel? Jason?” I hear a kind voice say. “I’m Debbie and this is Dave, we’re going to take you to where you’re going to be staying.”
They’re dressed up in fancy suits and I wonder if they’re going to be our new parents. I can’t help but smile at the thought. They look so nice; they can give us a happy life. I know they can.
“Jase, shhhhh…stop crying,” I nudge him. “Look, I think this is our new Mom and Dad,” I whisper.
The last thing I want is for them to think Jase is a crybaby. He is, but I don’t want them changing their minds about us.
“Come on boys, we’re going to get you situated in your new homes,” Dave says.
I look up at him, confused, “Homes?”
“Yes, you and Jason are being placed in foster homes,” Debbie replies.
“You’re not our new Mom and Dad?” Jase asks sadly, through his tears.
“Oh no, Jason,” Debbie says sincerely as she crouches down in front of Jase. “We work for the Department of Social Services and we’ve been sent to bring you to your new homes.”
Debbie’s words make Jase cry even harder and I feel so sorry for him. In his five years of life, he’s never known a parent’s love. Sometimes at night, when we can’t fall asleep, I tell him about movies I’ve seen on television; how the families are so happy. The mom makes the family dinner, and the dad comes home from work and plays baseball with the kids. Jase always gets excited as I tell him about the movies. I promised him that someday it will be like that for us; that one day Mami’s medicine will eventually make her better. I didn’t mean it to be a lie.
When Mami was sick, she either slept all day or she was throwing up in the bathroom. Every morning, I heard her making a phone call for more medicine. About twenty minutes after she got off the phone, there was a knock at the door. It was usually a man dressed in dark, baggy clothes that brought her medicine. After that, she disappeared into the bathroom. Sometimes she came right out, while other times, she stayed in there for close to an hour.
Most mornings, it was me who got us ready for school. Some days, if we were lucky, there was actually food in the house; but only if Mami had felt well enough to go grocery shopping. Other days, we went to school hungry. Mrs. Gibbons, my teacher, occasionally brought fruit in for us. She slipped it to us in the hallway and always reminded us not to tell anyone.
Mrs. Gibbons was the nicest teacher in the school. She always asked about Jase and me and she made sure we ate lunch every day. Sometimes during class, I’d daydream that Mrs. Gibbons was our mom. But then the dismissal bell would ring, snapping me back into reality. I always hated the end of the day; that meant that school was over and it was time for us to go home.
Jase and I would take our time walking home from school because we never knew what we were walking into when we got there. Was our father going to be there? If he was home, what kind of mood would he be in? Would he and Mami be fighting? More often than not, they’d be fighting. Papi would be yelling at Mami because the house was a mess and dinner was not made; it was always for the same reason. “I work all fuckin’ day, the least you can do is clean this fuckin’ pigsty and make dinner,” he’d yell, raising his hand to her.
Depending on his mood after hitting our mother, sometimes he’d take his anger out on us next. The two of us would huddle in our room, trying to keep quiet, but he’d burst through the door yelling, “And you two! All you two ever do around here is make messes and eat! It’s about time you start helping out.”
Some nights we were lucky and he’d just leave after he yelled at us; while others, he’d physically pick us up, drag us into the living room, and make us start cleaning. “And get me a fuckin’ beer too, you little piece of shit!” He’d yell at me. “I don’t know why your mother even wanted you in the first place. You’re nothing but a waste of space and money.”
I’d encourage Jase to clean as quickly as he could so that we could go back into our room and wait for our father to pass out on the couch. This had become an almost daily occurrence for us.
“Gabriel and Jason, it’s time to go,” a voice says, snapping me out of my memory. “Gabriel, you’ll be coming with me and Jason will be going with Dave.”
“What do you mean I’m going with you and Jase is going with Dave?” My voice begins to tremble. Once I realize what’s happening, I begin to scream at the top of my lungs, “You’re not taking my brother from me. I’m all he has!”
Debbie tries to soothe and calm me down, but this only makes matters worse. I begin kicking and punching her as I yell in Spanish, “No me puedes quitar a mi hermano, puta estúpida!”
Before I know it, I’m taken away kicking and screaming. Dave grabs a hold of my feet while another man has my torso. Jase is crying hysterically and there is nothing I can do. I watch Debbie escort him out of the courtroom and realize that everything that I’ve ever known is gone.

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