Friday, September 4, 2015

Review: Crucible Zero by Devon Monk

Crucible Zero
Author: Devon Monk
Release Date: September 1, 2015
Publisher: Roc
ISBN:  0451467388
ISBN13: 9780451467386
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Review Copy Source: Publisher
Matilda Case never thought of herself as a hero. But because she is galvanized—and nearly immortal in her stitched, endlessly healing body—she doesn’t have much of a choice. Even if she doesn’t want to save the world, she’s the only one capable of traveling in time to do so.

But her rescue attempt hasn’t gone as planned. She’s stuck in an alternate universe, and her world is in danger of disappearing. Worst of all, an unfathomably powerful man who can also travel through history doesn’t want her to put things to rights. He’s willing to wage bloody war to stop Matilda, unless she surrenders control of time to him.

Now, with the minutes ticking, Matilda must make impossible decisions, knowing that one wrong choice will destroy her—and any chance of saving everything she loves...

Matilda finds herself in a different timeway with all of her loved ones alive and well, but not exactly how she remembers them. She quickly realizes that she can deal with the changes as long as she stops Slater from destroying them all.

CRUCIBLE ZERO brings us back to the House Immortal series and wastes no time picking up where INFINITY BELL left us with its cliffhanger.  It was a bit weird seeing how alike and different all of our favorite characters were in the new timeway, but I quickly feel in love with their new counterparts. The world also has a lot of changes to it and Monk did a great job of building it up for us.

I missed the closeness between Abraham and Matilda as she was trying to figure him out again. It did help that Abraham, though different, was still very drawn to Matilda and therefor was very open to a relationship. Still Matilda took a while to give in to her feelings so I missed their easy relationship from INFINITY BELL.

With it's many fight scenes and interesting twists and turns, book 3 lived up to the previous books in the House Immortal series. CRUCIBLE  ZERO did a great job proving that happily ever afters can come in very unusual, but interesting ways. Bravo Ms. Monk, another great series!

I gave it 4/5 stars

* This book was provided free of charge from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Promo: Night's Surrender by Amanda Ashley

Title: Night's Surrender
Author: Amanda Ashley
Publisher: Zebra
Pages: 352
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Format: Kindle/Paperback

“A master of her craft.” —Maggie Shayne“Amanda Ashley is a master storyteller.” —Christine FeehanRT BOOK REVIEWS Career Achievement winner in Paranormal Romance!

Aspiring actress Abbey Marie Cordova knows more than most people do about vampires—she was born among them, the only human child in a centuries-old family of the undead, and determined to stay that way. But a chance encounter with dark, mysterious Niccola Desanto rocks her to the core. Nick is a vampire, and he’s the only man who has ever made her feel so beautiful, so cherished, and so passionately desired …

Nick has spent hundreds of years on his own, and the decadent pleasures of the world have lost their appeal. Rumor has it the vampire who made him has regained her humanity—the temptation to find her and demand to know the secret is overwhelming. But one glance at innocently alluring Abbey changes everything. Drawn to her with dangerous, consuming passion, Nick will need more than a lifetime to love her…

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Amanda Ashley is one of those rare birds - a California native. She’s lived in Southern California her whole life and loves it (except for the earthquakes). She and her husband share a home with a fluffy Pomeranian named Lady, a tortoise named Buddy, and a wild sparrow named Tweety. Amanda and her alter ego, Madeline Baker, have written over 50 books, many of which have appeared on various bestseller lists, including the New York Times List, the Waldenbooks Bestseller list, and the USA Today list. Not bad for someone who started writing just for the fun of it.

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Chapter Three

Tossing the want ads onto the kitchen table, Abbey blew a stray wisp of hair from her brow. She had learned to use a computer in high school, though she had no real aptitude for anything beyond the basics. She wished now she had paid more attention, since it seemed every job required at least some degree of computer savvy, and she was woefully lacking. All her friends were into the latest social media, but she had never gotten the hang of finding her way in the digital world. As for texting . . . Abbey shook her head. She much preferred talking to people face-to-face.
    With a sigh of resignation, she phoned for a cab. Her father had offered to buy her a car, but she had no real need for one. Most of the places she had to go were within walking distance of her apartment.
    Even after all the years she had lived in New York, the sights and sounds of the city filled Abbey with excitement. After paying the cab driver, she stepped out of the car and quickly became part of the crowd. These days, most stores were open 24/7, so whether it was day or night, the streets were swamped with cars that drove themselves, the sidewalks packed with people who were always in a hurry—rushing to get to work or eager to go home, dashing off to see a movie, a Broadway show, a free concert in the park.
    Hitching her handbag over her shoulder, Abbey stared at the gleaming glass-fronted fa├žade of the computer store. Her knowledge of digital devices started and ended with her iPod, which was nothing like the current high-tech phones, iPads, and computers. She could find music, text when she had to, and read the latest news on her iPod; anything else was beyond her.
    Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped into a world that was totally unfamiliar to her.
    A quick glance around showed computers in all types and sizes—small towers with enormous screens, monitors that didn’t need a tower, wireless laptops, and devices that were no bigger than a cell phone.
    You could buy a keyboard if you were old-school, but newer computer models responded to voice commands. She had heard that, in another year or so, those would be obsolete and man and computer would communicate with thought waves.
    Shelf after shelf held nothing but computers, monitors, keyboards, software programs and gadgets, and stacks of technical manuals. It looked like geek heaven, she mused. All around her, people chatted enthusiastically about the latest software, the newest addition to this or that. They might as well have been speaking a foreign language, because Abbey didn’t understand a word they were saying.
    With a shake of her head, she turned and headed for the exit. Maybe she could get a job in Beverly Hills as a house sitter or a dog walker. Cash only. She wouldn’t need any computer skills for that! She could stay in Hollywood with Mara and Logan until she found a place of her own.
    Lost in thought, Abbey didn’t see the man coming through the door until she slammed into him. It was like crashing into a mountain.
    “Whoa, girl,” he exclaimed. “Are you on your way to a fire?”
    “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t . . .” Abbey glanced up—and up. He was a tall mountain. Blinking up at him, she took a step back. She was used to handsome men, but this guy . . .
    He looked like the GQ Hunk of the Month with his long black hair, broad shoulders, trim waist, and vibrant blue eyes.
    He reached out a hand to steady her. “Are you all right?”
    “What? Yes. No. I mean, of course.”
    He grinned, sending her temperature rising and her pulse racing. It was disconcerting, the effect he had on her. She had met a lot of good-looking men. None of them had made her feel like throwing herself into his arms.
    “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked. “There’s a club just down the street. Dante’s. Do you know it?”
    “Yes.” She knew it all too well. Dante’s catered mainly to out-of-work musicians and down-on-their-luck actors and screenwriters.
    “Shall we?”
    It was a tempting offer—sharing a drink with an incredibly handsome man. But gorgeous or not, he was a stranger.
    He cocked his head to the side. “Is there a problem?”
    “No.” What could go wrong? Dante’s was just two blocks down, the sidewalks were crowded with people. She had a .22 semi-automatic in her purse—a goingaway gift from her father. Smiling up at him, she said, “Lead the way.”
    He took her hand as they threaded their way down the street to the club. The touch of his fingers twining with hers made her heart race and her toes curl with pleasure.
    Inside, he guided her to a small table in the back, held her chair as she sat down. “I’m Nick.” His voice, deep and whiskey-rough, moved over her like a caress.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Abbey.”
    “Even though I almost knocked you down?”
    A laugh rumbled deep in his throat. “I don’t think I was in any real danger from a little thing like you.”
    She would have been offended if any other man had called her a “little thing,” but the way he said it, the admiration in his dark blue eyes, made it sound like high praise.
    Their waitress arrived then. Abbey ordered a dry martini, Nick ordered a glass of Pinot Noir.
    When the waitress left to turn in their order, Nick leaned forward, his forearms crossed on the table, his gaze intent upon Abbey’s face. “Tell me about yourself.”
    “There’s not much to tell. I wasted the last five years trying to be something I’m not cut out for.”
    “Oh? What’s that?”
    “I thought I wanted to be an actress, but I recently came to the realization that I just don’t have what it takes.” She shrugged, thinking how good it felt to finally admit it out loud. “I guess I just don’t want it bad enough to make the tough choices.”
    He nodded. “So, what are you going to do now?”
    “I’m not sure. Go back home, I guess.”
    “Where’s home?”
    “Northern California. My parents have a ranch there. But enough about me. What about you? What do you do?”
    “Nothing much. You might say I’m footloose and fancy free. No job. No family. No prospects.”
    Abbey bit down on her lower lip, uncertain how to reply. Was he recovering from some horrible tragedy? An entrepreneur down on his luck? Or just some incredibly handsome drifter with no goals and no ambition?
    She was still trying to think of a suitable response when the waitress arrived with their drinks. Nick smiled at the woman, tossed twenty-five dollars on the tray, and told her to keep the change.
    He might be a drifter, Abbey thought, but he didn’t appear to be strapped for cash.
    “What were you looking for in the computer store?” he asked.
    “Nothing, really. I was thinking about getting a job and thought I should try to get up-to-date on the latest technology, but . . .” She smiled self-consciously. “I have no talent in that area, either. It’s all Greek to me. I have trouble remembering to charge my cell phone. The new computers . . .” She shook her head.
    He laughed softly. “Maybe I can help with that. I know a bit about computers and software.”
    “You do?”
    “I was a computer programmer in another life.”
    “Really?” She would never have pegged him as a computer nerd. “Well, I’d appreciate any help you could give me. Of course, I’ll have to buy a new computer first. I’m afraid mine is woefully archaic and past repair.”
    “Well, when you’re ready to make the plunge, just let me know.”
    Abbey sipped her drink. Who was this man, really? He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, yet there was something about him that made her think he was older. Perhaps it was his eyes—they seemed world-weary, and wise beyond his years.
    The silence between them made her uncomfortable. She was scrambling for something witty to say when the DJ selected a love song.
    Nick set his glass aside. “Care to dance?”
    Abbey’s heartbeat kicked up a notch at the thought of being in his arms. She nodded, her throat suddenly dry as he took her by the hand and led her onto the tiny dance floor.
    He drew her into his arms, holding her far closer than was proper between strangers. His arm around her waist was solid—protective, not imprisoning. His thighs brushed hers, his breath was warm when it caressed her cheek.
    She looked up and his gaze met hers—intense and deep blue. For a moment, she imagined him probing her mind, uncovering her deepest secrets. For a moment, she imagined she could read his thoughts in return, imagined that he was alone and lonely, that only she could ease his pain.
    Blinking rapidly, she looked away, and now she was acutely aware of his body pressed so close to hers, of how intimately he held her. Only a breath apart, she mused. And it was too far. His hand lightly stroked her back, up and down, and she sighed with the sheer pleasure of his touch, of being in his arms. She felt warm and achy in the deepest part of her being and she wished suddenly that they were alone in her apartment. In her bed . . .
    Blushing furiously, she glanced up at him, grateful that he couldn’t read her mind.
    He smiled at her, his arm tightening around her waist as the music ended and they returned to their table. “If I asked you out, what would you say?”
    “Ask me and see.” She had intended for her reply to be saucy and flirtatious; instead, it emerged as a husky whisper. What was there about this man that she found so irresistible? It was more than his devastating good looks, more than the rich timbre of his voice. Something primal within him called to something wild and untouched within the deepest part of her being in ways she recognized but didn’t understand. She was meant to be his, she thought, as he was meant to be hers.
    “Would you go out with me tomorrow night, Abbey Marie?”
    “I’d love to.”
    “Pick you up at eight?”
    Nodding, she pulled one of her business cards from her wallet and handed it to him. His fingers brushed hers as he took the card.
    “Eight,” she said breathlessly.
    It wasn’t until Nick had put her in a cab and she was on her way home that Abbey stopped to wonder how he knew her middle name.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Interview + Giveaway: Eat The Ones You Love by J.L. Murray

UFI welcomes Author J.L. Murray. Thanks for Joining us!!

What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?

I was a bit of a wild child in my youth, which fuels a lot of my fiction. Lots of punk rock shows and (ahem) various illegal activities. But now I’m very happy to stay at home. My husband tells me that it’s funny that I write such dark, creepy books because I am very cheerful and happy in real life. I honestly think it makes him kind of nervous that I write about such violent things.

What do you enjoy doing on your down time?

I don’t have a lot of down time. I’m always working on something, even if it’s just an idea blooming in my head. I’m an indie writer, so I’m usually doing some sort of marketing when I’m not actually writing. But sometimes my books are hard on me, mentally and physically, so I have to take a step back and take care of myself. I live in Eugene, Oregon, which is a great place and things are always going on. There are a lot of bike and walking paths and I usually try to make up for sitting in a chair three months at a time by exercising. I read a ton of books, and even on writing days I’m reading. That’s something that never stops and never gets old.

What is your Favorite part of writing?

There’s this sort of hypnosis that happens when you get really into writing a book. You forget where you are, who you are, and you’re just in that moment, in that universe. That’s my absolute favorite thing in the world, I think. Just getting lost. You lose track of time and then the sun is going down, and you blink and say, “Oh yeah, reality.”

Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?

Coffee is necessary. We buy the really dark, oily beans and grind them. It’s basically espresso by the time we’re done. And I make these playlists for each book, so I hear the playlist and instantly my brain understands that it’s time to get down to business. Besides that, not really a routine. I word best in a quiet house, so I usually take most weekends off. And we recently bought a house that’s hidden from the road and surrounded by trees, so it’s sort of like I’m in my own little world. It’s very beneficial for writing.

What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?

I read so many genres so liberally, that it’s hard to pin down just urban fantasy. I recently read Station Eleven by Emily St. John, which was really good. I like China Mieville and Neil Gaiman and Ray Bradbury. But the author I have total hero-worship for is Margaret Atwood. I know she’s not really considered a genre writer, but I just find her so amazing. I can get lost in one of her books and just forget all time and place.

How would you pitch The Thirteen to someone who has not heard of it before?

Basically, when I decided I wanted to write Jenny Undead, the first book (the second book, Eat the Ones You Love, just released this month), I thought, ‘what if the zombie was the hero?’ And things sort of spiraled out of control from there. So I guess I would say, it’s like Beyond the Thunderdome with science and zombies, from the perspective of the zombies.

Can you tell us a little bit about the world that The Thirteen is set in?

Jenny Undead opens in a world ten years after the government collapses, after the zombie apocalypse has destroyed everything that anyone holds dear. In the first book, Jenny is just sort of this happy post-apocalyptic girl. She’s got boyfriend that adores her and she’s mostly okay with the way the world is. She’s accepted it. No one really messes with her because she’s got this tough group of friends. But as time goes on, she really sees the brutality of what humans have become. There are these markets called Expos, where everyone can trade, and everyone (seemingly) gets along there. There are rules and it’s generally considered a safe place open to Heathens from all walks of life. There are also the Righteous, who sort of stick together and have all these strange cultish settlements everywhere. They’re very secretive, and very exclusive, and they don’t accept the outside world as a proper place to be. And then you have the Dregs. These are people that have rejected everything else. Dreg camps are places to trade “on the black,” and are full of child molesters, drug addicts, prostitutes, and people that don’t want to follow the rules of the shaky bits of society that humans have managed to build up.

All in all it’s an incredibly brutal world, and Jenny ends up having to get brutal herself to survive.

Do you have a favorite scene in The Thirteen ?

My favorite scene will always be this moment in the first book, Jenny Undead. Jenny has been infected, but somehow hasn’t turned into a full on zombie, or “rotter.” She’s kept her mind and has met up with a group of other people that have become the same. Dead but still thinking and feeling. She’s left her friends and her lover, Declan, and they think that she’s probably dead, or a zombie somewhere. There are a few scenes where Jenny spies on Declan to see if he’s okay, which he is definitely not. His grief has driven him a little crazy. And then there’s this scene where he finally sees her and she looks at him and he knows that she’s alive. He knows she’s dead but also isn’t dead. And this feeling of utter shock and pain and relief and confusion paralyzes him.

The scene is the whole reason I wanted to write this book. I wasn’t really into zombies, but when this scene popped into my head, I knew I had to write it. Jenny spends the whole time before staying away from Declan and making sure he thinks she’s dead so she doesn’t hurt him, and then this one moment just blows everything out of the water. It’s at that point that you know that Declan is going to find her. It’s still very emotional for me to think about it.

Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about?

Faron, from Eat the Ones You Love, was really fun to write. He’s kind of psychotic, but he has this manic energy that just livened things up like an electric shock. I loved writing his scenes because he just ended up stealing every single one. Trix, too, was fun to write. She has a mouth like a sailor and just said everything everyone was thinking. She was a lot of fun.

Jenny and Niki Slobodian (from my UF series) were hard to write, not because their scenes were particularly difficult, but because I identified so strongly with them both. I felt their emotional pain like something physical deep in my chest when I wrote them. Especially Jenny. Niki always had it rough, but Jenny started out as this sort of happy, cheerful person. Things got pretty bad, pretty fast, and that was hard because you could see how good she had it before. In Eat the Ones You Love, there’s a prologue that shows how over the moon she and Declan were when they first met, and it hurts, because life gets so deeply disturbing for her.

What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?

Right now I’m finishing up a sort of gothic dystopia with vampires called Blood Day. I’m hoping to get that out by the end of the year. I’m putting out a new series called Blood of Cain after that, the first of which will be called Monstrous. It’s a dark urban fantasy about a woman that’s brought back from the dead to murder the murderers that are descended from the bloodline of Cain (yes, that Cain, from the bible). And then, of course, there will be more in The Thirteen series. I just have to recover from Eat the Ones You Love first. It was a difficult one to write, and I feel a little battle worn. It’ll pass.

J.L. Murray is the author of the Niki Slobodian series (Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea, The Devil Is a Gentleman, Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, The Devil Was an Angel, and The Devil's Backbone), The Thirteen series (Jenny Undead and Eat the Ones You Love), After the Fire, and the highly anticipated upcoming series Blood of Cain (Monstrous).

Murray is a firm believer that horror can be beautiful, and that good and evil are very far from black and white. She lives with her family in Eugene, Oregon and can be reached through her website at

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Eat The Ones You 
"What have I become?"

Jenny always lives to fight another day. But she’s not so sure she wants to. She saved Declan, and he hasn’t come back quite right. And after meeting a group who call themselves The Thirteen, Jenny is convinced that she would be better off on her own.

But when the group is attacked at her mother’s old bunker, Jenny wakes up to find her little undead family in tatters, the newcomers gone, and one of her friends missing. If she wants to find him, she’s going to need to talk to someone she’d much rather kill: her mother. In the process, Jenny finds that she has a much larger family than she thought.

Yet nothing is ever as it seems. And on a journey that started with Jenny hopeful that she could save the world, she’s more than sure it’s going to end in despair. To save the people that she loves, Jenny is going to have to get angry. To save the people she loves, she’s going to have to kill. To save the people she loves, she’s going to have to die. Again and again and again and again…
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Promo: Nightbloom by Juliette Cross

Nightwing #3
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 The love between a human and a Morgon, the dragon-hybrid race, tempts fate once more…

All her life, Ella Barrow has allowed others to make her decisions. Forced to stifle her artistic talents and stay in a loveless relationship with Clayton Kerrington, the man her mother believes to be her perfect match, Ella’s life may be safe—but it’s not her own. Paxon Nightwing, on the other hand, is anything but the safe choice.

A charming and alluring Morgon, Paxon sees Ella for the woman she truly is. His bold confidence and protective nature ignites a passion she’s never felt before. But a dark family tragedy forces their secrecy—until Clayton makes it impossible to hide their clandestine affair. Will Ella be strong enough to fight for herself at last? Or will she succumb once more and risk losing the only man she’s ever loved?
I blotted my Petal Pink lips on a piece of memo paper and capped the lipstick.


Trying to retrieve the tube with the tip of my open-toe heel, I only succeeded in pushing the lipstick farther away. “Ugh.”

Unable to bend that far in my pencil skirt, I hiked the hem up to my thighs and crawled on all fours, shimmying my behind, then stretching my arm till my fingers finally gripped my favorite lipstick.

That’s when I heard a low, masculine whistle from someone standing behind me.

Scooting back, I shot off the floor and slid my hemline back to my knee, all under the steady gaze of Paxon Nightwing, silhouetted by the sunlight that filtered into the foyer of Linden and Burke.

Towering above me with jet-black hair and matching sharp-edged wings, wearing a charcoal button-down, black slacks, and a devilish smile, his voice crooned when he spoke. “Now that’s what I call a warm welcome.”

“I, um, well, I…”

He extended a bronzed hand. I reached out with my right, nearly dropping the lipstick again. I shifted it to my left hand. “I like pink.”

I like pink? I like pink! For God’s sake, Ella. How old was I? Five?

His extended hand engulfed mine, then he drew our bodies closer. Grinning wide and stroking his thumb across my knuckles, his melodious voice sounded sultry and sinful.

“So do I.”

I blinked stupidly till my brain started functioning again. He didn’t say a word, mesmerizing me with ridiculously deep brown eyes.

“I’m, uh, Ella Barrow.”

“Paxon Nightwing. Pleasure to meet you. But I think we’ve met before.”

I tugged on my hand. He didn’t let go, tightening his hold.

“Uh, well, I’m friends with Sorcha and Jessen.”


I knew this guy was a player, the kind to make a girl swoon with a glance and charm the pants right off her. Literally. Jessen had even kissed him in a club once. And while his carousing behavior should make me want to run away, I couldn’t forget that Jessen had said on a scale of one to ten, his kiss was a ninety-nine.

He still held my hand, angling his body closer. “I’ve also seen you at the Vaengar games. With Kerrington.”

“Yeah. We’re, um, dating.”

“That’s a shame.”

I tugged again.

He released me. “I have an appointment with Sorcha Nightwing.”

“Yes. I know.”

Pulling myself together, I pressed the comm device on my desk and cleared my throat. “Mr. Nightwing is here.”

“Thanks, Ella. Show him to my office, please.”

Rounding behind the desk, I gestured down the hall. “This way.”

“After you.” A sly grin.

I tilted up my chin, pretending I wasn’t afraid of him, then led him toward Sorcha’s office. I was good at pretending.

As soon as I stepped in front of him, a primal shiver vibrated through my bones.
His eyes were on me. I felt his gaze, as if his gaze were a caress, brushing up my legs, curving over my behind, rounding my hips to the dip of my waist and finally settling on the blond waves that fell past my shoulders. By the time we reached the door to the office, my heartbeat hammered in my throat.

Gesturing for him to enter, I kept my eyes on the floor, trying desperately to regain control. He stopped in front of me, but I held my gaze until I realized I was fixated on his crotch. I jerked my head up. Amusement flickered across chiseled features. He was about to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. I marched back up the hall to the receptionist area.


Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

Juliette is a multi-published author, including her Nightwing series with Kensington Publishing and The Vessel Trilogy with Samhain Publishing.

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