Wednesday, 19 April 2017

A Good Neighbour - London Lads #3 by Clare London



Buy Links: Dreamspinner | Amazon US | Amazon UK 

Length: 18,825 

Cover: Tibbs Design


Blurb


A London Lads Story


A secret affair can’t go on forever.

Dylan Philips admits it himself: he’s a relentlessly single man in a small suburban town, both proud of and resigned to being a good teacher and a devoted nephew to his mischievous great-aunts.

When the aunts take a hand in matchmaking him with Josie Whitman, the girl who lives along the street, Dylan doesn’t tell them what kind of soul mate he’s really looking for—and the fact that he’s already found the man in question. It’s not Josie who’s travelling from London every month to her town property, but her journalist brother Neal. And Dylan meets up with Neal whenever he can.

But decisions must be made for their future. Dylan is risk-averse to everything from overseas travel to coming out, whereas Neal embraces adventure—and now he wants to take Dylan with him.

Horrified that his chance at love will move even further out of his reach, Dylan realises it’s time for him to own up to what kind of man he really is. He needs to find courage and compromise. And who knows whether the great-aunts will be a help or a hindrance with that?

First Edition published as A Good Neighbor by Amber Quill Press/Amber Allure, 2009.




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Review

A Good Neighbour was a good, sweet, hot, and often funny delight of a story, in which the secondary characters, aka the great-aunts, shone as brightly as Dylan and Neal did. Having said that, as much as the two ladies made me smile and laugh out loud, I couldn’t help but be impressed by Dylan’s patience in the face of them interfering in his life.

Dylan himself triggered a variety of reactions in me too. I went from finding him adoring, to commiserating with him, to wanting to slap him, and back to adoring him again. I loved the care he took of his two aunts, and how he took their eccentricities in his stride. I was however less charmed with his reluctance to be true to who he was, and what’s more, to the man he obviously loves.

While we don’t get to know Neal as well as we do Dylan, I did love what I saw and wanted to give him a standing ovation when he made a surprise announcement towards the end of the story (sorry, that’s all you’re going to get out of me on that front).

These two men are hot together. Given that their circumstances mean that they spend a lot of time apart, the heat they generate when they do get together is off the scale. Witnessing Neal and Dylan taking care of their pent-up desires was a delight and a very special treat.

While I thoroughly enjoyed this story, I can’t deny that I wouldn’t have minded if it had either been longer or had given me a better insight into what exactly was going on in the heads of Neal, and especially Mitzi and Bess.

Just like Chase the Ace and How the Other Half Lives, the first two London Lads novellas, A good neighbour was a well written, thoroughly entertaining and captivating story that kept me flicking through the pages while smiling and left me satisfied when I reached the end. Clare London never fails to make her men come to life for me and I'm delighted we haven't reached the end of the series yet. I can't wait to read the next story.

“’Bloody hell’, he said. He looked over at the aunts. ‘You see why I call him my home?’
‘And you,’ I said, refusing to look away, my voice starting to waver. ‘And you are my adventure.’”




Author Bio

Clare took the pen name London from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant. She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter 3 stage and plenty of other projects in mind . . . she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
All the details and free fiction are available at her website. Visit her today and say hello! 


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Friday, 14 April 2017

Imagines (Imago #2) by N.R. Walker - Review Tour



Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Imago (Book #1): Amazon US | Amazon UK




Blurb


Imagines is the Latin plural for Imago, and the only thing better than one metamorphosis, is two.

Jack Brighton and Lawson Gale have been together for six months and are very much in love. Lawson’s work ensuring the survival of the Tillman Copper is demanding as ever, and Jack’s work with the regeneration of the bushfire-ravaged national park is just as hectic.

When Jack suggests they take a short trip, Lawson agrees. But then he is offered a two-week research position in tropical Queensland to help determine why the Ulysses butterfly is on the decline. Figuring they could combine work and pleasure, Jack and Lawson go on their first vacation together.

Working alongside renowned professor Piers Bonfils isn’t easy. But personal and professional differences aside, Lawson is offered a more permanent role in Queensland. Torn between his new life in Tasmania with Jack and a dying species of butterfly he feels compelled to save, Lawson has to decide where his fate lies.

But fate changes the rules. On a research expedition into the depths of the rainforest, suddenly it's not only the butterflies’ existence that hangs in the balance

A butterfly’s life cycle never changes. From larvae to imago, their course is plotted by design. Jack and Lawson need to determine where they stand, if they live through it. Because the only thing more incredible than one imago is two.




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Review

‘When you were explaining to me what imago was, I kept thinking it was just like you. You’d shown me your true self, and Lawson, it was a remarkable sight.’

Before I say anything else I’d like to stress that you really should read Imago before turning to Imagines. Not that you couldn’t read, follow or even thoroughly enjoy this story without reading the prequel first, but you’d be doing yourself a huge disservice. Individually these books are wonderful, taken as a whole they give us a fabulous, heart-warming, and utterly charming reading experience I’m unlikely to forget anytime soon.

‘Six months ago, I was intrigued, bewitched even, by this butterfly man. Now I was in love with him, impossibly so. Impossible because there was no going back from this. I was a changed man. My heart belonged wholly to him, and I knew, without a doubt, it always would.’

Just as Jack finds himself bewitched by Lawson, his butterfly man, I found myself enthralled by these two men together. Their story in this books picks up six months after Jack and Lawson’s adventures in Imago and not only are our two men still going strong, they are at least as endearing and perfect together as they were in that first book. If there is anything marring the perfection of their union it’s Lawson’s reluctance to move in with Jack, not because he doesn’t want to be with him but because he doesn’t want to rush their still developing relationship.

The thing I probably love most about both these stories is that in a (romance) world where often the relationship itself is the angst producing factor, the connection between Jack and Lawson is never in any doubt. These two men are meant to be together, know it, and are determined to make things work whatever way they need to; even if it means over a long distance.

Of course there’s nothing like a near-death experience to put life and relationships into perspective. To say my heart was in my throat when Lawson (once again, how can a man be so accident prone?) found himself in a situation that might well mean the end of him, would be a gross understatement. Thankfully it all led to my eyes filling with happy tears while reading the last two chapters, which were, as far as I’m concerned, utter perfection.

Not that this book is all angst and fear. Far from it in fact. The story brought me a delightful combination of (mild) angst, fun, suspense, romance and sexy times. Jack and Lawson have the sort of relationship all of us strive for, their family and friends brought extra depth to both the story and my understanding of both men, and the story itself drew me in and didn’t let me go until I’d reached a happily ever after I completely believed in.

In fact, once I finished reading Imagines my first impulse was to forgo my usual review and just write a thank you note to the author. N.R. Walker  has, once again, produced a book that might as well have been written to my personal preferences and specifications.

‘In entomology, we have a term we call imagines. It’s the plural of imago. And if imago is one butterfly reaching its full potential, then surely we, together, would be imagines. I will love and honour you, cherish and adore you for all my days, Jack.’


Related review: Imago

Author Bio

N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.

She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

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Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Moments by RJ Scott - Release Blitz





Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK




Length: 54,000 words


Blurb


An actor on possession charges, hell bent on destroying his own life meets a man who quietly works to make the world a better place.


Jacob Riley is a typical Hollywood former child star with issues. He has already done prison time and at the age of twenty-six has been arrested again.


Ethan Myers is the owner and manager of Macs, an education center providing teaching and learning to local low income families. Losing his partner to cancer leaves him lost and alone and he buries himself in his work to start to mend his broken heart.


Sparks fly when Jacob has to complete his community service at Macs. Their relationship grows against a background of disenfranchised street gang members, arson, the Oscars, and despite their prejudices.


Can Jacob Riley be saved?


Chapter One

Jacob Riley slammed the door to the small conference room and stomped to the window to stare moodily at the bright, sunshine-filled day outside. He twisted both hands tight into his hair in frustration, wondering how the fuck this day had all gone to hell. His lawyers—his fucking well-paid lawyers—had said they’d get him off, not land him with some lame-ass probation, community service crap.

Four months, in some lame ass community program. Jeez, like he was going to be taught anything by cleaning streets or dealing with people’s trash.


The TV in the corner showed some trashy entertainment show, where a smug presenter was reporting the latest news on his case, live, embellished with words that made Jacob cringe. There were even experts on there talking about the child star gone bad. Experts in what? Character assassination, apparently. He tried his hardest to tune it out but it was nigh on impossible—it must have been the tenth time the clip of the sentence being handed out had been played.


The reporter continued, “The news of B-list actor Jacob Riley’s arrest boosted the audience figures for the half season’s finale of his show, End Game, to their highest point in eight months.”


Jacob huffed a sigh, he guessed that was one piece of good news to come out of this whole mess.


Then expert one repeated what he’d said already, “He’s been offered a lifeline in a county rehab program. He showed a lot of promise, and I think this could be a good thing for him.”


Jacob briefly thought of throwing his cell phone at the TV.


“Well you may be right there; his spokesperson said he’s concentrating on work and himself. What that means, we don’t know.”


“We wish him luck.”


The anchor turned to face the camera, that smug fucking smile back again. “Well, folks, here’s hoping Jacob Riley, one of TV’s highest earning actors, proves to be a recovering addict who actually turns their life around.”


Jesus Christ, talk about dramatic.


“The show is on a filming hiatus,” Samantha, his PA, replied carefully from just inside the door. “I’ve just got off the phone with your agent and the Network will delay your return to Game until you’re free to come back. Remember, with Christmas soon the way; we have some room to move here.”


Jacob spun on his heel. His quiet, calm assistant stood holding a clipboard, a cellphone balanced on top of it.


“Of course they’ll delay my return,” he summarized. The Network would be stupid to lose him; he was convinced of it. End Game was his show. Jacob’s character was pivotal, the star of the whole goddamned series.


“There was some talk of replacing you.”


“They wouldn’t fucking dare.”


Samantha smiled at him, but it was insincere and didn’t reach her eyes. She used to smile all the time, but for some reason, she’d stopped now. Then she pulled back her shoulders. “Your agent says you’re lucky you play a drug-taking manic depressive. Otherwise he swears they would have canned you today, no hesitation.”


Was she trying to make him feel better? “Sam, do I look like I give a fuck what my shit agent says?”


“You need—”


“I don’t need him to tell me I’m lucky; it’s the Network that is lucky. They push me off the show, and they’ll see their ratings drop overnight. No one loses Jacob Riley and sees their show survive.”


Resentment bubbled up inside him.


Samantha cleared her throat. “Look, Jacob, we have four months to get you into a program and complete your work through the community service,” she continued. Her patient tone measuring every word, talking to him as if he were a small child—he hated every syllable.


“No,” Jacob snapped, balling his temper and his dismissal of her into that one word. She stepped away from him to stand against the door. “Jacob—”


“I’m not cleaning streets; I’m not searching for rubbish or any of the usual crap they put celebrities through to humiliate us.”


“It’s not meant to be a humiliation. But it is a punishment,” Sam said, raising her free hand in an attempt to placate him. Her cell phone slid off the clipboard and tumbled to the floor.


Jacob listened, but what she’d said only served to increase his temper. He could feel the itch of addiction under his skin, and it terrified him. Although he would never admit it, he was out of control, and it was eating away at him.


In over a year, he hadn’t wanted a hit as badly as he did at this moment. Frustration and anger burst out of him with uncontrolled force. He crowded her against the door. “I don’t pay you to get up in my face, Sam,” he snarled.


“You’re scaring me, Jacob,” Samantha said firmly, backing as close to the wood as she could.


“You don’t know what this is like,” he shouted.


“Jacob. Please…” There were tears in her eyes, pain and real fear in her voice. Something in the simple “please” reached through his anger. What was he doing?


“Fuck,” he said tiredly. Half closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. It was the first time in their relationship he’d seen fear in Sam’s eyes, and it scared the hell out of him. Was she afraid of him? What should he say? How the hell could he—?


“Your father is waiting for you in the next room,” Sam said, but wouldn’t look him in the eyes.


Jacob went from guilt straight back to feeling aggrieved.


“Great,” Jacob stepped back, watching as Samantha edged away from him.


“Your dad just wants to help. He knows of this place you can go for the next—”


“He’s the one who turned me in!”


“He’s waiting, and there’s something else,” she said, this time with steel in her words. “I was going to leave this until after Christmas when filming ended, but there is no point now. You’re an asshole, and I quit.” Quietly, she turned her back and left the room, and he felt a moment of shock.


“What?” she didn’t stop. “Don’t come running back begging for your fucking job!” he shouted after her.


She didn’t even look at him, but he heard her words.


“I won’t come back.”


Her loss.


Frustrated, angry, and looking for someone to blame was not how Jacob should have gone to a meeting with his father, but he didn’t have a choice. The whole freaking world was against him, and none of this was his fault.


“I’ve pulled strings, son, and arranged to get you into a new type of program, something different. It has an original approach, and it’s very exclusive.” Joe Riley stood stiff and straight in front of Jacob.


Jacob slouched, arms across his chest, unwilling to show even the slightest interest.


“Yeah,” he said when his dad remained quiet.


“I’ve made a hefty donation to get you accepted. The only stipulation was that you are clean.”


Jacob looked into his father’s gray-blue eyes then shrugged. He’d heard all too clearly the question under Joe Riley’s statement, and hated him for it. A year—a damn year.


Joe closed his eyes and sighed. “Isn’t there something dramatic you feel you have to say at this point, Jacob?”


“If I thought you would actually listen to me—just once—maybe I would have something to say,” Jacob said.


“Are you?”


“Am I what?”


“Jacob, are you clean?” Joe asked.


“Fuck you, Dad,” Jacob snapped, “I’ve been clean for a year, and you damn well know it.”


His dad crossed his arms and shook his head. “No, I don’t know that. I know what you told your mother and me, and then I find you mixing with the same lowlifes you knew six years ago. What was I supposed to think? What was I supposed to do? Tell me, son?”


“Call the cops on me, obviously.” Jacob clenched his hands into tight fists at his sides.


“Do you think it was easy for me to do this, Jacob? Call the police on my son?”


“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He’d long ago convinced himself that his dad had perversely enjoyed turning him in, and he chose to ignore the pained expression that crossed his dad’s face. “It kinda solves all those issues around having to maybe—I don’t know—talk to me instead?”


“You don’t listen.”


“No, Dad, you’re the one who doesn’t listen.”


Joe inhaled sharply as if he had been physically hit, and Jacob wondered how his dad was going to defend his parenting skills this time. “Think about your mother in this. What if you died? Can you picture her visiting a morgue, identifying your body, and seeing track marks on your arms? She cried so much over you last time and refused to let me get involved. But this time, hell Jacob we had to do something, had to stop you from self-destructing.”


Jacob tugged self-consciously at his sleeves, anger building inside him. He had been clean for well over a year. Why didn’t anyone trust him? He felt vulnerable for a moment, like a small child, and then he pushed that weakness to one side, resumed the role of aggrieved man he was playing today, and rolled his eyes.


“Now who’s being dramatic?” he spat. “I had the stuff in my car for a friend, didn’t mean I was using.”


“You know how it looks, and the police agreed.”


“You could have tried asking me why I had it on me.”


“And you wouldn’t have lied to us?” Joe asked simply, his voice calm. Jacob didn’t answer. He wasn’t going to rise to the bait. “This is your last chance. Take it. You could make something of yourself if you tried.”


Jacob inhaled sharply.


“So what the hell do you call two movies and a successful TV series? Nothing?” His parents had never liked that he had decided to pursue acting. They’d always made it very clear that they expected him to join the family construction firm. He’d endured several wearying years of forcing and badgering, but always knew what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to build skyscrapers and shopping malls; he wanted to act.


“It isn’t even about what you do anymore. You’re killing yourself. And I swear, Jacob, if you ruin this last chance, I will hold back every penny of your inheritance.”


“Not that shit again.”


“I mean it—”


“I make three million a movie, and ninety thousand for every episode of End Game. Seriously—you really think your money matters to me?”


“I swear every penny will go to your brother,” Joe continued, but Jacob had heard that threat before too, and it had the same impact as always—no impact at all.


“That loser?”


“Tell me, why is Micah the loser? He has a career, a wife, a great kid—your nephew. He has a life.”


“I’ve got a freaking career, Dad, and let’s face it—kids? That isn’t going to happen. I’m gay!” Frustrated, Jacob pushed his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes.


“I’m not arguing. This isn’t about some petty brotherly feud, or who is happy and who isn’t. You had every advantage—everything money could buy, every ounce of love your mother and I had in us. Son, please. This is your life, and your mom and I are desperate for you to see that! But you don’t seem to give a damn about it.”


“Well, maybe I don’t.”


“For God’s sake, stop being so damn melodramatic. As far as I’m concerned, we’re done talking. Go home and get some clothing together. Benjamin is outside. He’ll take you home, and then he’ll drive you down tomorrow.”


“And if I say no?”


“You can’t. I’ve pulled strings, but at the end of the day, it’s either this or you’re back in prison. This program is the only reason you’re not back there now.”


Shit.





Author Bio

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.


The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn't like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.



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Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Night Market by Daniel Pembrey




Detective Henk van der Pol #2
Publisher: No Exit Press
Buy links: No Exit Press | Amazon | Amazon UK

Blurb

When Henk van der Pol is asked by the Justice Minister to infiltrate a team investigating an online child exploitation network, he can hardly say no - he's at the mercy of prominent government figures in The Hague. But he soon realises the case is far more complex than he was led to believe... Picking up from where The Harbour Master ended, this new investigation sees Detective Van der Pol once again put his life on the line as he wades the murky waters between right and wrong in his search for justice.

Sometimes, to catch the bad guys, you have to think like one. . .

My thoughts

“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you…” – Friedrich Nietzsche

Let me start with a warning: I feel you should really read The Harbour Master, the prequel to Night Market, before picking this book up. More often than not when I read a later book in a series I get away with it. There may be one or two nuances I miss, but overall my lack of prior knowledge doesn’t bother me. The experience while reading Night Market was almost the exact opposite. I was, at times painfully, aware that I just didn’t know enough.

Don’t get me wrong. Even with my less than good understanding of exactly what was going on, this was a riveting page-turner of a story. And there’s a lot to praise this book for. Henk van der Pol is a fascinating and well rounded protagonist. He is very real, at times painfully so. I didn’t always agree with his decisions and actions but I did understand where he was coming from, what drove him. The secondary characters are given as much attention and most of them are memorable, although none more than Henk himself.

Amsterdam was described really well in this book, even if sections of it took place in parts of the city that have been reclaimed from the water since I left. The author's biography told me he lives (part-time) in Amsterdam and that didn't surprise me at all. The way my hometown came to life on the pages would be hard to achieve by anyone who hadn't spend a significant amount of time there.

This is not what I would call a linear mystery or thriller in which a crime leads to clues which eventually provide a solution. This thriller presents us with a conglomerate of crimes and conspiracies which may or may not be connected to each other. We move back and forth and an answer here only leads to more and different questions over there.

That of course is what made this book almost impossible to put down. There aren’t any real quiet moments in this story. The narrative continuously pushes the characters forwards, into at times impossible situations, and the reader has no choice but to follow, even if it is into nasty territory. Because this story does deal with the ugly underbelly of our society. While nothing is depicted in graphic detail, Night Market does deal with subjects that may be hard to read about for some. Of course, it is exactly the nastiness of the crimes Henk is trying to solve that it’s almost impossible to put the book down as he comes ever closer to the truth. Still, no matter how much the book hooked me, I can’t help wondering how much more I would have gotten out of it if I’d read its prequel first.

So, when I give this book stars it’s in the full knowledge that I’m probably subtracting one star for something that’s not actually the book’s or the author’s fault. And I promise right now that I will read The Harbour Master before the third Henk van der Pol Investigation book is released.

On a personal note I have to admit that Night Market depicts Amsterdam as darker, and a lot more violent than I (like to) remember it.


I received my copy of this book from No Exit Press through Real Readers.

Monday, 10 April 2017

Bitten By Design (Regent's Park Pack #2) by Annabelle Jacobs - Review Tour






Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 80,000 words

Regent's Park Pack Series

Bitten By Mistake (Book #1) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Blurb

When the last thing you want, is everything you need….

Seb Calloway isn’t interested in shifters. After his best friend bonded with one, he avoids getting involved with them—no matter how hot they are—to prevent the same thing from happening to him. Why take the risk for a few hours of fun?

Tim Walters is the pack doctor. Considered to be mild-mannered and non-threatening by pack standards, he prides himself on being able to stay calm and maintain his control at all times. Desperate for a bond of his own, he knows his interest in Seb is an exercise in futility, but he can’t seem to help himself.

When news emerges that threatens Seb’s safety, he and Tim need to fake a relationship to keep Seb safe. Despite Seb’s refusal to be anything other than friends with benefits, what starts out as pretend, quickly becomes more—for Tim at least. If Tim doesn't want to end up heartbroken, he needs to prove to Seb that loving a shifter doesn’t mean losing himself.



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Review

“Even mild-mannered shifters could pull off the smug-arsehole look.”

Not too long ago I read Bitten by Mistake, the first book in the Regent Park Pack series, and, as I say in that review, after I finished the story I was hooked; if not to shifter stories in general than at the very least to the world created by Annabelle Jacobs. So when I saw that Bitten by Design was available I jumped on the book immediately.

I’m so delighted to be able to say this book was everything I hoped it would be. Tim and Seb are wonderful characters, even if they did break my heart once or twice over the course of their story. Just like its prequel, Bitten by Design is a charming, at times funny, touching, extremely hot, and exhilarating story. There’s never any doubt that these two men like each other and find each other very attractive. The problem is that while Seb doesn’t believe in bonding as the basis for a relationship and Tim knows that his feelings for Seb are far too deep for a casual affair.

It broke my heart to see Tim do what he needed to do to keep Seb safe, in the full knowledge that he might end up breaking his own heart in the process. As for Seb, I’m not usually fond of storylines in which there’s an obvious and undeniable attraction between two characters but one of them throws up roadblocks for some, often arbitrary to my eyes, reason. Seb fights the attraction between him and Tim tooth and nail, but his reason for doing so made sense. I completely understand why he resisted the possibility that any connection between him and Tim might be ‘only’ the result of Tim biting him and an, in Seb’s eyes, artificial bond forming.

“I don’t want to have some magical shifter bollocks decide who I fall in love with. (…) I like you Tim, I really do. But the thought of having my free will stripped away like that terrifies me. I’m sorry.”

It was wonderful to once again connect with the members of the ‘arrogant, arsehole shifter brigade’, as Seb and his friend Jared refer to them. I loved the perfectly struck balance between action, hot sex, humorous moments, and tenderness. Sure, I had one or two moments where I wanted to slap Seb around the head, but even that worked wonderfully well. The only warning I have when it comes to reading this book is that you want to set an afternoon aside for it; if you’re anything like me you’ll read it from start to finish in one sitting.

While it is probably possible to read and enjoy this story without Bitten by Mistake first, I would advise against that course of action. Not only does this story build on what has happened before, you would also be depriving yourself of a truly wonderful story.

And I do wonder if I once again spied, with my little eye, the set up for the next Regent Park Pack story. Alex and Mark’s should make for a very interesting tale. Js.



Author Bio

Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.

Email – ajacobsfiction@gmail.com 




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