Saturday, March 17, 2018

Excerpt & Tour: The Most Special Chosen by Rachel de la Fuente

The Most Special Chosen

This is my stop during the blog tour for The Most Special Chosen by Rachel de la Fuente. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. Read the whole post to discover more about this book, find some links to some character interviews, some video teasers and there are two giveaways! The blog tour runs from 5 till 18 March. See the tour schedule here.

The Most Special Chosen
The Most Special Chosen 

(Exalted Bloodlines #1)
By Rachel de la Fuente

Genre: Paranormal Drama/ Paranormal Romance
Age category: New Adult/ Adult
Release Date: March 3, 2018

Elysabeth Vance is so determined not to be lost in her obsession that she refuses to see what's right in front of her.

Damien is so afraid of ruining his only chance at happiness that he's blind to Elysabeth's obsession.

Once they open their eyes to what they have, nearly incomprehensible secrets will be revealed. After all, fate happens, even if you don't believe in it.

You can find The Most Special Chosen on Goodreads

You can buy The Most Special Chosen on Amazon

Meet the characters!
The author did some character interviews with her characters on her blog, check them out:
- Selene Delanciennes
- Shawn Dooley
- Damien Delanciennes
- Elysabeth Vance

Video Teasers
And check out these two video teasers on YouTube:
- Video teaser #1
- Video teaser #2

Shawn's waiting for me.
"I don't remember you wearing a skirt when you left." His tone is deceptively calm.
"I bought it at the market he took me to. Isn't it cute?" I twirl around, hoping he'll drop whatever's coming next.
"I bet if you bend over even an inch you'd be showing everyone your butt." His voice is nearly monotone.
"Shawn! That's ridiculous!" I scoff. "It's halfway down my thighs. What's gotten into you?"
"You act differently with him, Lys. You..." He motions with his hands, like he's trying to pick the right word out of the air. "Flaunt yourself."
"Flaunt myself? I don't flaunt myself. I found a skirt I liked, and I bought it."
"Fine, whatever." He turns to walk away, dismissing me, and my legendary temper flares up.
"I'll have you know he was a perfect gentleman!"
He whirls around to face me again, eyes narrowed. "Isn't that how they always start?" he spits out.
"How dare you, Shawn?" I say, my voice dangerously low. "Damien isn't Zane. He isn't you!"
Calm yourself.
The voice is stronger, clearer even, and it surprises me from my anger.
Despite the hurt that flares in his eyes, Shawn plods along with his argument. "I don't want to see you hurt, Lys. I think you're putting too much into this far too quickly."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask angrily.
"This was only your first date," he responds evenly. "Every other first date you've ever been on has been short and informal. A couple hours, tops. This time you were gone all day. And look at you!" His voice rises. "You've never worn anything like this. Let's face it, you're in a revealing interpretation of a gothic outfit."
My cheeks heat. "Shawn, there's nothing wrong with wearing something different, revealing or otherwise."
His eyes narrow. "You're right. But this isn't about something different, is it? This is for him." My entire face heats at being so easily read. "This is just another dip into your obsession, isn't it?" he asks accusingly, eyes narrowed. "For all your interest in vampires, I've never seen you like this. What's next, a leather trench coat? I know how much you want one. How about some f —"
"STOP!" I shout, cutting him off. "You promised!"
"I did, but I can see what you're doing, even if you don't. This isn't right. It's not fair to you or him!" Well, that's surprising, I assumed he hated Damien, maybe I'm wrong.
"I'm not doing anything!" I hate how whiney I sound. "It's not what you think. He's a great guy, and I really like him. I'm perfectly aware that he's just as human as I am, thank you very much."
"Are you, Lys?" He eyes me over the top of his glasses, one eyebrow raised.
"Yes, of course!"
"So you've kept him out of those vampire fantasies of yours?" His tone is sharp and bites into me. I look away, unable to answer in the negative. "Just as I thought. If you let this keep going, one of you will get hurt."
I'm not willing to accept the truth to his words. "Look, this is ridiculous. I love you, Shawn, you're like my brother, but stop giving me all this crap! I'm going to bed."

Rachel de la FuenteAbout the Author:
Rachel de la Fuente (meaning of the fountain) lives in Maryland with the love of her life and two furry children that meow. The Most Special Chosen is her first novel, but it's hardly her first story. She's been writing since elementary school, and telling stories since she could speak. She is an avid fountain pen enthusiast with a bit of an ink problem, and often writes book notes and sections of stories by hand.

Rachel was born and raised in southern California, but spent many summers with family in Mexico. Her parents loved traveling, so she also spent many vacations in various locations, soaking up foreign cultures and sights. She still loves to travel, and is committed to crossing all of the locations off her bucket list.

Rachel is a proud Slytherin, and when not writing, spends much of her free time reading, cross stitching, and watching documentaries.

You can find and contact Rachel de la Fuente here:
- Website
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- Goodreads
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- YouTube
- Newsletter

There are two giveaways during the blog tour for The Most Special Chosen! One of the giveaways is US Only and the other one is open International.

US Giveaway
One winner wins the following prizes:
• A signed copy of The Most Special Chosen
• An eBook copy of The Most Special Chosen
• A sheet of Exalted Bloodlines series round stickers
• An Exalted Bloodlines logo cutout sticker
• An eBook copy of Elysabeth and Shawn, the Prequel Series
• A bookmark with The Most Special Chosen tagline

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International Giveaway
One winner wins the following Prizes:
• An eBook copy of The Most Special Chosen
• An eBook copy of Elysabeth and Shawn, the Prequel Series

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Friday, March 16, 2018

Release Blitz: Immortal Reckoning by Tara Fox Hall

Tara Fox Hall
Immortal Reckoning
Series: Promise Me Series Book 18 (Origin Story)
Genre: Paranormal, Historical Fiction, Suspense, Romance
Publisher: Melange Books
Publication Date: February 27, 2018
Through the love and loss of the ages, immortality brings only one certainty: vengeance.
Disinherited and poverty stricken, bastard Danial clutches at the slim chance to earn a living as a guard, until a night attack leaves both him and his half-brother Devlin vampires. After finding true love with the aristocrat Lacey, Danial comes to the attention of James, the devious Vampire Lord of France. Enslaved by James, his love murdered, Danial plots to escape, his complex plan of years finally succeeding only to result in all of Europe’s demonic forces on the hunt for him.
After a reunion and subsequent falling out with Devlin, Danial travels to the new world of America in pursuit of a new life. Settling in the west, Danial forms alliances with native vampire Valerian and the witch Cheyenne to survive a game of cat and mouse with Devlin and protect his new love Kathryn amid his rapidly changing world. Triumphant yet nursing a broken heart, an undeterred Danial protects his friends and thwarts his enemies, determined to find a life of peace…until unexpected news comes of James’s presence, the one man on whom Danial has waited centuries to get revenge.
About the Series: In the Promise Me series, Sarelle, a mortal woman, encounters a wounded (and sexy and handsome) vampire, Danial. Without knowing who he really is (a murderer for hire, for one), Sarelle begins a romantic relationship with him a little too fast. Interestingly, Sarelle also finds herself attracted to Danial's best friend, the werecougar, Theo. What will happen to Sarelle's relationship with Danial? Where does Theo fit in? Amidst new obstacles and relationship problems, Sarelle has to decide where her future lies.


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“Begin,” James called.
Simon launched himself at me, his shriek of anger startling. I evaded him, stepping to the side. He did this twice more, then cursed me. “Coward.”
“Fighting means you have to actually strike a blow, not just avoid them!” Cannibal called out, then laughed.
I ignored their jests, focusing on Simon. He was clumsy in his attempts thus far. He’s ruled for fifty years, yet he’s acting as if he’s never done this before. I did a few feints, and then threw some light punches, watching to see what he would do. Simon evaded my punches easily with his superior speed, but he acted on all my feints, several times exposing his flesh, which I slashed to ribbons. But his skin knitted together almost as fast as I parted it.
I must put him down, get him still to decapitate him, but how? Cutting will not work. I feinted again, and this time he didn’t react, he instead slashed at me, opening my side with his talons. I backed off, staggering. But my flesh also knitted together supernaturally fast. An effect of the goblin blood?
“Stop dancing and embrace the battle,” Dealer shouted.
At the word “embrace,” an idea finally entered my mind. I prepared to feint again, and Simon eagerly went for me, to slash open my side. But this time I anticipated him, stepping in close to knee him with all my strength in the groin. He dropped like a stone with a grunt. I kneeled and took out my knife, to decapitate him.
“No knives, Danial,” James called.
Simon reached out with a trembling hand, his pained expression melting to rage as his eyes became full red. “You dare…bastard…”
I fell upon him, and began blindly tearing with my talons in desperation. Simon let out a screech, then grabbed my wrists, his talons digging into my skin. “I’m going to skin you.”
I lunged forward with my fangs bared, and connected with his throat. I bit down, and began drinking, feeling him ripping at my wrists. But I was dug in like a tick, and I continued to drink, even as the pain intensified as if my arms were being cut to the bone. Simon began to shake, but I didn’t stop drinking. Even when he relaxed with a sigh, I kept drinking.
It was Dealer who finally tapped my shoulder. “It’s done,” he said. “You’ve won.”
I took one last pull from the vein, noticing that the blood flow had slackened considerably. Then I stood, amazed that that it was not with more effort. But my skin, though streaked with my own blood, was whole. My clothes, however were drenched in gore and shredded on the arms and chest.
“Bravo!” James said, clapping as he approached. He put his hands on my shoulders, then kissed me on both cheeks. “Welcome, my newest provincial lord.”
I wanted to belt him in his smiling mouth for making me kill a man I’d just met so brutally. But I stayed my urge, for Lacey’s sake. Control yourself. “Thank you.”
“Dealer, the remains are yours,” James said. “Remove them and Cannibal to home, then return for us.”
Cannibal strode up, his expression simple maniacal wickedness. “Congratulations, Danial. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Neither did I,” I said lightly, letting some of my anger show. “But I have always been a quick learner.”
Cannibal laughed. “That will serve you well in your new life.” He saluted. “Happy to be working with you.” Then he sauntered after Dealer, who was already pulling the body away. Both of them reached a spot a few yards distant, then they clasped hands and disappeared.
“You really did do a good job,” James said with a small degree of pride. “And Cannibal’s right, you’ll do well in your new role.”
I turned and faced him, livid. “No more games, James. I want honesty and preparation from now on, in all things. In return, I’ll do as I said I would.”
James snorted, then came toward me in a deliberate ominous walk that reminded me so much of Devlin that I took a step back. “You will do as you said you would, yes. And I will do what I said I would, make your lady a vampire. But this was necessary, Danial Dalcon.”
I drew a sharp intake of breath. “How do you know who I am?”

“I made it my business to know,” James said sharply, coming closer. “I don’t do what I did tonight lightly, Danial. But you were a good manager in life, as you said. You have courage and guts; you proved that tonight. Adaptation to strife, injustice, and life’s horrors are all a necessary part of longevity. But the most important quality for a vampire is resourcefulness, something you have in spades.”

Fun Facts

  • I have a huge ice phallus in the front yard. Someone (likely me) left the faucet open just the tiniest bit this past fall. My hubby discovered it a week ago, and I removed the frozen drip, which reached from the faucet to the ground. The more it melts, the more it resembles a well-endowed example of male anatomy.
  • I have been sewing catnip mats that I donate to a cat rescue; they sell these at booths at various events throughout the year. Instead of cutting these out one at a time, I got a whole roll of batting and yards of material and cut out fifty or so, to be efficient. But I haven’t had time to sew them. So I have cat mats piled in the tub (no luxurious soaks for a while now), and piled high enough on the dresser I can’t see the mirror.
  • I had two chairs in the room with the woodstove, so my hubby and I could sit together and enjoy the warmth. When the kittens arrived, we moved one chair into their room so they could sleep off the floor, and the dog bed that was in there into the woodstove room. So if my hubby and I want to enjoy warmth together now, I use a folding lawn chair.
  • I had a new hire a few weeks ago (I am a safety trainer at a machine plant) to whom I was showing safety videos of actual workplace injuries and accidents. After a few pics, he exclaimed, “These are gross!” I told him that he needed to be careful working, that we showed these videos because we’d had some bad accidents. He was quiet for a minute, then asked,” Has anyone ever quit after you showed them these videos?”
  • I was working on these facts so hard today that I was late to the movies, and ended up going to see The Greatest Showman in my pajama bottoms. Maybe I’ll start a trend, lol!
  • We rescued a puppy last January, and the rescue told us she would be a large dog, between 50-60lbs, maybe more. She stopped growing that April and weighs in at 30lbs, and is the smallest dog we ever owned.
  • Hubby just told me that we are missing 2 of 4 large spoons that we purchased as part of a silverware set when we first got married. Dishes break, glasses break, sure, but what the heck happened to our spoons? We still have all the forks and the knives!
  • I bought my new kittens about 25 different toys this summer. Their favorite things to play with are:
  1. THE BOX: an Amazon cardboard box complete with brown packaging paper that we replace when it gets to clawed and bitten
  2. Crumpled up scraps of paper they carry to THE BOX and stash inside.
  3. Old, empty cat treat bags they take out of the recycling bin and hide inside THE BOX to gnaw on.

About Tara Fox Hall

Tara Fox Hall
Tara Fox Hall’s writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children’s stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series, the paranormal romantic suspense Unhallowed Love series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children’s stories to date are free reads on
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Thursday, March 15, 2018

Book Blitz: February in Atlantis by Alyssa Day

February in Atlantis 
Alyssa Day
(Poseidon’s Warriors #2)

Publication date: March 12th 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

When Poseidon’s elite warriors gear up to train a new generation of fighters, they have no idea that Atlantean Queen Riley has secretly taken on a new role: Matchmaker. By the end of the year, she plans to find soul mates for all twelve of Atlantis’s fiercest warriors . . .
. . . whether they like it or not. 
Twelve all-new adventures in the hotly anticipated world of Poseidon’s Warriors, coming once a month from New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day. These books are sexy, romantic, and wickedly addictive —welcome to 2018! And welcome to:
A Year in Atlantis 
Warning: This book contains magic, Atlantis, Poseidon, warriors, human nationalists, falcon shifters, an armed standoff, a surfer boy, a king and queen, the FBI Paranormal Operations division, a black sheep, bad boys, paranormal romance, fantasy, matchmaking, laughter, danger, kisses, and a happily ever after. Read at your own risk!

Praise for the Alyssa Day’s Atlantis:
“Inventive and electrifying. An exhilarating new series!” —Romantic Times
“Alyssa Day roars onto the paranormal scene with this tense and magnetic read.” —Romance Junkies
“Fascinating and intriguing . . . Fantastic reinvention of Atlantis.” —Huntress Reviews
“Breathtaking paranormal romance.” —Fresh Fiction
“Wow! What a spectacular series opener . . . The love scenes are sizzling hot.” —
“The world-building is superb . . . The Warriors of Poseidon are a sexy, chivalrous, and dangerous team [who] create an atmosphere of testosterone so thick you can cut it with a knife; the interaction between this brawny bunch is priceless.” —ParaNormal Romance Reviews
“A cast of sexy but tormented alpha heroes.” —The Romance Reader

Jake pulled out the dagger he always carried with them and crouched down to slice open the ropes that had caught the Fae and banged her against the side of the ship hard enough to knock her out. He had no idea why someone this powerful – and he could tell power from the way her skin was shimmering even when she was unconscious – would have let herself get close enough to the ship to get captured in the nets, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that she was going to wake up furious any minute now and nobody wanted an angry Fae within shouting distance. Especially not on anything as fragile as this ship. There was steel, certainly, and steel still had power over the Fae. But wood and vinyl and other materials had been used to fabricate this ship, and nobody would want to be around to see what a powerful Fae could do to a ship—or her crew—when she was furious.
Especially not Jake.
“She doesn’t have a tail, see? Not a mermaid,” he repeated as he kept cutting, hoping none of them would ask about the translucent scales that covered her legs and most of her body.
“I don’t think so, Surf Boy,” an almost comically squeaky voice said. That is, you might think it was comical until you looked up and saw the mountain of a man speaking. Bangles, so called because of his tendency to wear dozens of gold and silver bracelets, was only a few inches shy of seven feet tall and sometimes, like when he was looming over Jake right at this minute, seemed to be almost as wide. The first mate was too big, too ugly, and too mean for anybody ever to make fun of his voice.
Jake had heard that the last person who did so was currently decorating the inside of a shark’s belly, and he’d been in pieces before the shark got to him.
“She’s a mermaid, and she’s ours,” Bangles yelled, playing to the crowd surrounding him. “We caught her, so we keep her. Finders keepers.”
“Still not a mermaid,” Jake said, sighing.
Jake struggled to keep his balance when the blow struck his side of the ship. The Kraken was not kidding around.

Author Bio: 
Alyssa Day is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than forty novels filled with kissing, laughter, mystery and magic. Alyssa’s paranormal series include the Poseidon’s Warriors and Cardinal Witches paranormal romances and the Tiger’s Eye Mysteries paranormal mysteries. In an Alyssa Day book, the good guys (and gals!) always win and happily ever after always prevails!
Alyssa's many awards include Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award for outstanding romance fiction, and the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Paranormal Romance novel of 2012. She's a recovering trial lawyer who loves life outside of a courtroom. Her books have been translated into a zillion languages but she’s still holding out for Klingon.
You can hang out with her on Facebook (, Twitter (@alyssa_day), where she talks about her rescue dogs and her future pug ranch, and her blog, where she talks openly about her struggles with depression and hosts Mental Health Check In Fridays (
Text ALYSSADAY to 66866 or stop by her website to sign up for the newsletter and get release day news, behind-the-scenes scoop, win prizes, find out where Alyssa will be making personal appearances, and more! And if you love to talk books, join the DayDreamers! 


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Book Blitz: Reading His Submissive by Brandi Evans

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Brandi Evans will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.


I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.


I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way. Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?

This is book two in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Read an Excerpt:

Raven punched the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. Damn her fucking mother. Damn her, damn her, damn her. Ten thousand dollars. How the hell was Raven supposed to come up with that kind of money by the end of the month?

Who fucking screwed over their own child this way?

She fisted her hands at her side and fought the urge to punch more than the elevator button. Taking out another loan or getting new credit cards with credit limits large enough to help was out of the question. She was over-extended as it was; served her right for trying to help the bitch in the first place. After helping her mom out with attorney fees and bail after her last arrest, Raven had been left holding the bag. She still couldn’t believe her mom had skipped on bail. Again. And crazier still, Raven didn’t know why she’d bothered helping in the first place. That had been her first—twentieth?—mistake.

Meth was slowly destroying Raven’s life, and she’d never touched the stuff.

The elevator doors slid open, and Viv Michaels strutted through. Viv was the boss’ sub and the love of his life. She was a sweet, vivacious woman Raven had come to like a lot.

Viv was dressed in her usual club fare. Black fuck-me boots, red miniskirt, and a matching leather corset which barely contained her ample breasts. She was the boss’ perfect match in every way—and it made Raven a whole lot envious. She’d never trusted anyone enough to let them in, let alone have what Viv and the boss had.

Viv’s lips curved into a friendly smile. “Hey, Raven. How’re you?”

Raven forced herself to return the other woman’s smile. “I’m good.”

Viv’s gaze sharpened. “You sure? You look… upset.”

“Just having a bit of a tough time today, but everything will work itself out. It always does.” More likely it won’t. It never did.

Over the years, she’d gotten damn good at lying about her emotions or redirecting the conversation, so with luck, Viv would take the near-lie at face value and move on. Because this problem wouldn’t work itself out. She might as well face reality and get used to it.

She’d be homeless by the end of the month. Viv placed her hand on Raven’s arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay. Just know I’m here if you need to talk.”

The offer warmed Raven. Part of her acknowledged the impulse to accept Viv’s offer, hug her close, and let the tears come. The other part, however, the stronger part, reminded her trusting another person only ended in disaster. She’d had enough tragedies in her life already. The only person she could depend on was herself.

“I’ll keep your offer in mind,” Raven lied.

“Good.” Viv flashed another smile and then headed toward the boss’ office. She seemed so sweet and sincere. Maybe, if Raven was very lucky, she could trust Viv.

Yeah, and maybe someday, Raven would have more than two fond memories of her mother.

Raven stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. She still needed to go home before her regular shift. She’d come straight from the bank, and she wasn’t exactly dressed for—

“Hey, Raven, wait up!” Someone forced their arm through the sliding doors and kept them from closing. When they opened again, she found herself staring at the handsome face of Carter Burkes. And her libido jumped to immediate attention; it usually did when he was around.

The sexy cop might be close to ten years her senior, but he wore his age like a badge of honor. Defined biceps and triceps bulged from the sleeves of his black T-shirt. The cotton stretched over his trim torso in all the right places, and his leather pants did little to cover the contour of muscular legs she’d admired more than once in the club.

A few strands of gray decorated the hair at his temples; otherwise, the perfectly messy brown locks appeared thick and lush. More than once, she’d had to squash the temptation to bury her fingers into the strands just to see if they were as soft as she’d imagined.

A day’s worth of growth covered his cheeks and square jawline. And damn those dimples. Why’d they have to amp his fuckability to stupid levels? Didn’t she have enough shit to worry about?

About the Author:
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

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Review: Soul Catchers by Carrie Pulkinen

Title: Soul Catchers
Author: Carrie Pulkinen
Genre/Age: Fantasy/YA
Series: None
Publisher: Kindle Press
Format: ebook via Author
Rating: ✺✺✺
SynopsisWhoeverkills the wolf becomes the wolf…

Wren Lewis shouldn't be alive. Magic is illegal, making her mere existence a crime, and if the government ever discovers the truth about her powers, she'll be killed on the spot. Or worse. But when she uses her magic to kill a wolf that's attacking her mom, her abilities are exposed and the animal’s evil spirit possesses her. Unable to control the beast inside her, she flees the city in search of a cure before the wolf spirit consumes her soul, turning her into a murderous monster permanently.

**Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book.**

This book surprised me in more ways than one!

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Wren has just made the biggest mistake of her life. But she'd had no choice. When her mother was being attacked and no one was attempting to help her, Wren took it upon herself to slay the wolf. The same wolf whose soul is cursed to occupy its killer. So now she's becoming the wolf and everyone in the world is after her. Yikes.

Liam feels guilty for letting the wolf escape his grasp and causing this chaos. But he isn't entirely unhappy to meet Wren, whose magic he has discovered is more special than she knows. If only they could rid her of the wolf without forcing the creature onto another. When a possibility for a cure emerges, they race to Roswell in hopes of finally setting the cursed soul free. 

I've read my fair share of young adult fantasy/paranormal. And I've actually grown a bit tired of the same old themes, predictable characters, and unending strife our characters seem to have to suffer through. But I've read books by this author before and was hopeful that this would be something refreshing. And it was, in several ways.

First off, our characters are pretty great. We have a heroine who is quite literally also the villain for most of the book since she shares her nights with a murdering wolf. Whoa. And our hero isn't a brooding jack*ss, for once. He's actually pretty upbeat, with a nice sense of humor. The pair were oddly perfect for one another.

This isn't a romance, yet there is a significant romantic angle. And it was done really well. As with most paranormal stories, there is somewhat of a predestined match with our couple, but it's more of a link of magic than a 'true love' sort of theme. The pair's relationship starts as teamwork and then later transforms into something more intimate. So the story isn't bogged down with romance, but there was enough there for those who crave some loving in their books.

As for the storyline, the pacing was steady and never became dull. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time because this certainly wasn't predictable, in any way. Just when it seemed I thought I knew what would happen next, a twist was thrown in. The ending was fast and heavier, leaving me wanting more when I finished even though it was wrapped up well. I hope this becomes a series. I need to know if a certain obnoxious Enforcer survived, after all.

In closing...
Not your average young adult fantasy book. Five suns!

Excerpt & Tour: Taming Mia by Misty Malloy

Paranormal Romance/New Adult
Date Published: 2/2/18
Publisher: Decadent Publishing

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Mia is finally getting what she’s always wanted—the chance to be off on her own at college. Her own apartment, sexy college guys, and, most importantly, no more pride rules to follow. At least not until after graduation, when she’ll return home and marry the mate her father, the alpha, chooses for her. Until then, Mia is determined to enjoy her freedom to the fullest. And when Tristan comes along, she knows she’s met the perfect fling.

It’s Tristan’s last year at Mountain Ridge University. He’s ready for some smooth sailing, including no girl drama. As a jaguar shifter, he’s not interested in a relationship, and certainly not a mate. Mia is the answer to what he’s looking for—playful, sassy, and seeking a bit of no- strings-attached fun.

But is there more to their relationship than either of them is willing to admit?

Mia padded softly along the rocky, moonlit trail. Her cat eyes were well-adjusted to the darkness, and she carefully took in all of her surroundings. The large, craggy boulders and tall saguaro cacti loomed high above her in the canyon, and the sounds of small animals rustling in the bushes called to the hunter in her. Mmm. Yum. She’d love to do some hunting...but it would have to wait for another time. For now, she had something a little tastier in mind.
Her paws barely made a sound as she traveled down the path. She stepped delicately around a particularly spiky plant—she’d learned the hard way a few nights ago when she’d had to end her run early due to a pawful of cactus stickers. On high alert, she scanned the trail for other prickly invaders.
She nimbly jumped onto a large boulder and sat back on her haunches. She sniffed the air. Her whiskers twitched. The smells of the desert filled her nostrils—pungent and crisp, scents of earth and life. Mia was learning to love the way the desert smelled after a rain.
It also smelled of him. Mia had picked up his scent several minutes ago, and she knew he was close. But where was he? He had suggested they meet on this trail, and, now, he wanted to play hard to get. That damn sneaky cat.
It was a good thing she wanted to play, too. She didn’t even care why he had been so pissed off earlier—she just wanted to see him. To touch him. To taste him. She’d gone off to college to have fun, and she sure as hell was determined to do so. She wanted to forget about Asher, Rob, and most of all, her father’s meddling in things that didn’t concern him. Tonight, amidst the wide- open spaces of the canyon and the cool night air, she was going to do whatever the hell she pleased.
She scanned the canyon walls. A flicker of movement on a rocky ledge nearby caught her attention. A flick of a tail. The soft glint of moonlight reflecting off keen, predatory eyes. Tristan. He knew she saw him, and he inched slowly out of the shadows, his belly low to the ground. A low rumble emanated from deep within his chest.
He walked out to the edge of the outcropping. The strength of his jaguar emanated from him, his sleek spotted body accentuated with powerful shoulders and legs. He was the biggest feline shifter she’d ever seen. The rumbling purr in his chest turned into a fierce roar, vibrating across the canyon walls.
Oh, yes. A shudder went down Mia’s spine, electrifying all the nerves in her body. She wanted nothing more than to rub herself all over him. She purred, her insides turning into delightfully liquid goo as she thought about how his beautiful fur would feel against hers. His gaze penetrated her, ready to devour her. He was the predator...and she was his prey tonight.
Oh, yeah? Well, you can come and get it, then, big boy. You wanted to run tonight, so we’ll run.
Mia rose, standing strong on her lean, powerful legs. She belted out the loudest roar she could muster. Then she turned on her heels and bolted down the path.
She had no problem with the jaguar devouring every inch of her body tonight. But he’d have to catch her, first.

About the Author

Misty Malloy’s obsession with hair bands started in the 80’s. When she’s not listening to Guns N’ Roses or writing, you can find her wrangling dogs at the animal shelter, doing Zumba, or having brunch. She loves wine, cheese, happy hour with both wine AND cheese (of course!), sexy historical movies, and alpha males. She lives in Tucson, Arizona, with her husband and their dire wolf dog.

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