Monday, July 30, 2018

Promo + Giveaway: The Serpent by Sarah Fine ( @puretextuality @sarahfinebooks )

The Serpent 
The Immortal Dealers #1
One woman is in a world of otherworldly trouble—and she’s going to have to bet her life to save humankind.

Ernestine “Ernie” Terwilliger has put her dreams aside to look after her eccentric mother. Case in point: saving her from a mysterious stranger who’s just stormed the terrified woman’s antique store wearing a rattlesnake tattoo, leveling threats, and brandishing the weirdest deck of cards Ernie’s ever seen.

When Ernie grabs some of the cards and runs, she’s launched into a world she never knew existed—one her mother may know more about than she’s revealing. With a handful of stolen cards, Ernie has just been made an unwilling player in a game of good versus evil. But she’s not even playing with a full deck, and its original owner is more than happy to kill to get his cards back.

Suddenly Ernie’s matching wits and plays with the supernatural Immortal Dealers, who can raise empires, damn souls, and shape the world’s destiny. It’s up to Ernie to defeat the most brutal member of their order. And if her roguish new ally isn’t bluffing, he can help. The mystery is all in the cards, and to save her life—and humanity—Ernie had better learn how to deal.
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Sarah Fine is the author of several books for teens, including Of Metal and Wishes (McElderry/Simon & Schuster) and its sequel, Of Dreams and Rust, the bestselling Guards of the Shadowlands YA urban fantasy series (Skyscape/Amazon Children’s Publishing), and The Impostor Queen (McElderry, January 2016).

She is also the co-author (with Walter Jury) of two YA sci-fi thrillers published by Putnam/Penguin: Scan and its sequel Burn. Her bestselling adult urban fantasy romance series, Servants of Fate, includes Marked, Claimed, and Fated, and was published by 47North in 2015, and her second adult UF series —Reliquary (and its sequels Splinter and Mosaic) was published 2016. When she’s not writing, she’s psychologizing. Sometimes she does both at the same time. The results are unpredictable.

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Sunday, July 29, 2018

Week in Review: 7/22-7/28

Books Received for Review

Nothing this week!

Books I've Read

Claimed by her Cougar
Touch the Sky by Kari Cole
Phoenix Unbound by Grace Draven

Reviews Posted

Being Alpha by Aileen Erin (@InkyTheMonster)
A Tracker's Tale by Karen Avizur


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* Thursday- Guest Blog + Giveaway for Frenchman Street by Suzanne Johnson (@Suzanne_Johnson)

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Friday, July 27, 2018

Interview: Warlocks MacGregor series by Michelle M. Pillow (@MichellePillow @ravenhappyhour)

UFI welcomes Author Michelle M. Pillow. Thanks for Joining us!!

Uncle Raibeart from the Warlocks MacGregor series. 

Angels or Demons
I’ll be whatever ya want me to be, lassie.

Vampires or Shifters
My nephew, Niall, is a wulver. I think ya call them werewolves. He stole my favorite whiskey two hundred years ago. So vampires. I vote for vampire.

Left or Right, Up or Down
Did my brother tell ya I got them lost again? He lies. Someone moved the road.

Pizza or Pasta

Coffee or Tea

Coke or Pepsi

YA or Adult
Ya want an adult? I dinna understand ya, lass, but we don’t need words when we speak the language of love.

Knives or Guns
Man’s weapons are no match for my special magic.

Reading or Writing
Writing. I’m taking over Michelle’s books. She keeps trying to make my nephews the heroes. I think all the ladies know who the real hero is. How you doin’?

Facebook or Twitter
Want to know what a Scotsman wears under his kilt? I have a Facebook page for that.

Fantasy or Reality
I’m a real fantasy.

Cable or Internet
Did I tell you about the kilts?

Cake or Pie
Scotch pie.

Movies or Reading
Live action.

Morning or Night
Day. If it were night time

Lover or Fighter
Lover, sweetheart, all lov—

Michelle: Dammit, Raibeart! Oh, jeez. I’m so sorry. Raibeart keeps using magic to break my password to rewrite my books so he’s the hero. I hope he wasn’t too in appropriate and didn’t propose marriage again. 

NYT and USAT Bestselling Author Michelle M. Pillow is an award-winning romance writer with over 100 published books over the course of her nearly 15-year career. She is best known for her Quirlixen World including the series: Dragon Lords, Space Lords, Lords of the Var, Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides, and more.

Michelle is always up for a new adventure or challenge, whether it's a paranormal investigation of an old Vaudeville Theatre or climbing Mayan temples in Belize. She was a refugee extra on SyFy's Z Nation.

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Warlock MacGergor #2
Let Sleeping Warlocks Lie...

Iain MacGregor knows how his warlock family feels about outsiders discovering the truth of their powers, its forbidden. That doesn't seem to stop him from having accidental magickal discharges whenever he's around the woman who has captured his attention. Apparently his magick and other "parts" don't seem to care what the rules are, or that the object of his affection just might be his undoing.

Warning: Contains yummy, hot, mischievous MacGregor boys who may or may not be wearing clothing and who are almost certainly up to no good on their quest to find true love.

Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn’t sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks—or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods.

She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn’t be a bad eternity.

The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She’d walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream.

“Whoo hoo!”

Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. “Water’s this way, lads, or my name isn’t Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!”

Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. “It smells of freedom.”

Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark.

“Aye, freedom from your proper Cait,” Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he’d disappeared into the trees.

“Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again,” a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. “Raibeart, ya are goin’ the wrong way!”

“Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me,” Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. “She’ll always come to my rescue.”

“I said stop him, Murdoch, we’re new to this place.” Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane’s shocked face in the tree limbs. “Oh, lassie.”

“Oh, naked man,” Jane teased before she could stop herself.

“That I am,” Angus answered, “but there is an explanation for it.”

“I don’t think some things need explained,” Jane said.

“Fergus, Angus, Murdoch, turn it around and call a meeting at once,” Raibeart shouted. “Something foul is afoot. Someone stole the water right off our land. The stream is not where I left it.”

“Raibeart stop ranting, ya drunkard, we have company,” Angus ordered. The shadows on his face shifted as he gave a sheepish grin. It was then she saw the similarities to Iain in his features.

“I’m ready, brother. I thought I smelled a bean nighe in the forest,” Raibeart appeared suddenly, almost too suddenly from where his voice had echoed from. His arms were raised as if he was ready to ward of whatever danger he might face. “Where is that devil’s harlot? I’m not scared of death!”

“Cover your bits,” Angus muttered.

Raibeart looked at Angus in confusion, then at Jane. He stood frozen with his arms in the air. He sniffed in her direction. “She smells somewhat like a bean nighe, but she does not look like one. What kind of fight is this? She’s a wee slip of a lassie and far too young.”

Jane tried to subtly sniff her arm. She smelled a little like garden soil.

“Raibeart, some decency,” Angus scolded.

“Why? I’m not ashamed.” Raibeart obeyed despite his words and cupped his hands over his exposed manhood. It became clearer with each passing second that the men had been drinking heavily. To Jane, he said, “Come out of hiding. Ya do no’ look like a bean nighe. What are ya doin’ trespassing in the MacGregor forest in the middle of the night? Are ya a wulver? A shellycoat? I have a nephew who’s a wulver.”

“The MacGregor forest is that way.” Jane stepped away from the tree and pointed toward the direction the men had originally come from. She purposefully kept her eyes averted from their naked bodies. When she looked directly at them, it was only at their faces. “And he’s right. You’re going the wrong way if you want to reach the stream.”

“Where’s that bean nighe?” Though he had streaked past rather quickly, she recognized Murdoch. He stopped, covered himself and eyed her. “Ya don’t look like a bean nighe.”

“I don’t think I am one.” Jane didn’t really stop to consider her strange situation—standing in the woods in the middle of the night, talking to middle-aged naked MacGregors. Even with hands up ready to fight the men looked fairly harmless. Nothing about them set off warning bells.

“How can ya be certain?” Murdoch challenged.

“Pretty sure I’d know if I was a bean nighe. I think my dad might have mentioned it to me at some point growing up if I wasn’t human. Besides—”, she pointed over at Murdoch, “—he said that even though I smell bad, I am too young.”

“Not bad,” Raibeart corrected. “Just like ya have been swinging through the trees.”

“No. I don’t swing through trees,” Jane assured them.

“Don’t suppose you’ve seen an old washerwoman around here, have ya? Scrubbing away at some old clothes?” Raibeart inquired.

How did he know what she’d hallucinated?

“Quiet now. Don’t scare the girl,” Angus scolded.

“Don’t worry,” Raibeart soothed. “The old woman won’t want anything to do with ya. And if ya see her, look away quickly and just leave her be. Nothing but heartache there.”

“It’s just a myth,” Angus insisted, gritting his teeth as he gave Raibeart a look of warning. “He’s an idiot.”

“Nothing wrong with drinking every once and a while and blowing off steam,” Jane answered in mild defense of Raibeart.

“Och, no, lassie, he’s always an idiot,” Murdoch assured her.

Raibeart grinned. “If she’s not a shellycoat, can I keep her?”

“Sorry, I’m not really looking for a serious commitment right now.” Jane gave a small laugh.

“It’s settled. I’m marrying this one.” Raibeart winked at her. “As long as she’s not a wulver. Hairy buggers always clogging up the shower drain—hey, where’s Fergus? We lost Fergus.”

“He’s trying to resurrect his, um, find Elspeth,” Angus said.

“You’re bleeding, Shelly.” Murdoch nodded at her hand.

Jane lifted her hand. Blood had trailed down her fingers from the cut.

“Ya come home with us. My Cait will fix ya up,” Murdoch insisted.

“Oh, no, it’s just a scratch. I’m fine,” Jane tried to step back but her foot hit a rotted limb and she stumbled.

“She makes a salve that will leave nary a scar.” Clearly not taking no for an answer, he gestured his head for her to walk. “Best keep to the front of us being as you’re the only one dressed.”

Books in series:
Love Potions
Stirring up Trouble
Cauldrons and Confessions
Spirits and Spells
More coming soon…
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Thursday, July 26, 2018

Guest Blog + Giveaway: Frenchman Street by Suzanne Johnson (@Suzanne_Johnson)

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Suzanne Johnson

I spent the earlier books in the Sentinels of New Orleans series introducing the major preternatural species—wizards, elves, faeries, vampires, shifters, etc.—so in FRENCHMAN STREET I was able to delve into some other creatures that live in this vast multiverse. Here are a few, and the twists I took on the myths…


Yes, there be dragons living in the mountains in the northern reaches of the Land of Elfheim. Those who choose to do so are companions (not pets) of the elves, and can communicate mentally with them…when they choose to do so. In this book, we meet two dragons, Melanwahr and Pentewyn. Mel has an unfortunate run-in with some unsuspecting and very freaked-out humans; Pen develops some digestive issues after over-indulging on some lab rats. Apparently, dragon gas is a real thing. A real bad thing. Oh, and dragons can be as small as a bird or as big as a jumbo jet…in a matter of seconds. Strange creatures, dragons. They’re very inquisitive and a bit high-strung. Then again, they have to deal with elves all the time, so who can blame them?

Unicorns can be found in the Kingdom of Faerie, and they are like big, horned, ill-tempered carrier pigeons. Of course, if I had to deal with faeries all day long, I’d be ill-tempered too. Faeries are, well, crazy. And powerful. It’s a scary combination. Then set them on an ill-tempered beast with a big, sharp horn and add in the fact that faeries can glamour themselves to look like whoever they want and...THAT is how you end up with a faux George Clooney riding a unicorn in a Mardi Gras parade. Just in case you were wondering.

 There is a Royal Canine Corps in Elfheim, and they are important to the elves’ security. One might expect a big bruiser like a Rottie or Pitt, but no. The RCC is made up of Welsh Pembroke Corgis. Corgis are usually assigned to guard (or be a “companion” of) one person, and in this book, you’ll meet Gruffydd, aka Gruff, who is given to heroine DJ (a wizard) by her in-name-only bondmate Rand (an elf). Gruff is supposed to be a spy…or maybe he becomes a double agent..or maybe, as a nine-month-old corgi, he’s just an enthusiastic puppy. Only time will tell. Strange creatures, elven corgis. Why Corgis? Well, other than being cool dogs for a royal (ask Queen Elizabeth), it was a natural choice for my elves, who speak a form of Welsh themselves, although they will arrogantly tell you it was their language long before Wales existed. Gruff speaks both Welsh and English, since he was trained, we suspect, to be given to DJ from the time he was a wee pup. Is Gruff good for DJ, or is he bad? Only time will tell.

We’ve had a major merman character, Rene Delachaise, since book two of the series, but in this book we meet more of Rene’s family…and there are a lot of them. The water species in this series are specialized shifters—born, not made (werewolves and other weres are made). In the case of the Delachaise family, they are of Cajun descent, meaning they started out in France, settled in the Maritime provinces of Canada in the 1600s as Acadians, and then were driven out of Canada in 1713 by the Big Bad Brits. Many ended up in the then-French colony of Louisiana. “Cajun” is a bastardization of “Acadian.” Anyway, the Delachaise family is, ironically, involved in commercial fishing in South Louisiana, so as a shrimp boat captain, Rene is a wealthy business owner in his own right…and he does some lucrative side deals. Merfolk can mainstream with humans, can half-shift into classic mermaid or merman form, or fully shift into some aquatic species. The Delachaise brothers (and sisters and aunts and cousins) turn into either freshwater or saltwater dolphins—whichever is required. Like other shifters, the merfolk tend to all be alphas. They’re adventurous and bold, and don’t hesitate to brawl their way out of any situation. They also don’t like felines—Rene says cats think merfolk are sushi. (And don’t believe the photo; Rene is being played by Kit Harington in the movie, as soon as Kit can get the Cajun accent down.)

So…which featured creature would you most enjoy meeting in a dark alley late at night?

On Aug. 28, 2005, Suzanne Johnson loaded two dogs, a cat, a friend, and her mom into a car and fled New Orleans in the hours before Hurricane Katrina made landfall.

Four years later, she began weaving her experiences and love for her city into the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series, beginning with Royal Street (2012), of which Frenchman Street is the sixth and final book in the story arc. She also has written Pirateship Down and The Consort, both set in the Sentinels world, and the standalone Christmas in Dogtown.

She grew up in rural Alabama, halfway between the Bear Bryant Museum and Elvis’ birthplace, and lived in New Orleans for fifteen years, which means she has a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC football and fried gator on a stick.

She can be found online at her website or her blog.

As Susannah Sandlin, she writes multiple award-winning paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including The Penton Vampire Legacy paranormal romance, suspense duology The Collectors, romantic suspense series, the Wilds of the Bayou romantic suspense series, and the standalones Storm Force and Chenoire.

Suzanne currently lives in Auburn, Alabama, where she works as a full-time author and copyeditor.

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Frenchman Street
Sentinels of New Orleans #6
The uneasy truce between the preternatural species of New Orleans has shattered, with wizards and elves, shifters and vampires—not to mention the historical undead—struggling for ultimate control of the city, including the humans who still think they’re atop the food chain.<

They aren’t, however—and the Summer Prince of Faerie wants them to know it.

Stuck in the middle? One unemployed wizard sentinel. For DJ Jaco, war makes for strange bedfellows as she finally embraces her wizard-elven heritage and strikes a deal with the devil so she and her ragtag band of allies can return to defend her hometown. After all, when the undead French pirate Jean Lafitte has been hired by the mayor as a consultant, things could go horribly wrong.

War is coming to New Orleans just in time for Mardi Gras, with the elves and wizards lined up on opposite sides, the shifters without a leader, the vampires promising loyalty to the highest bidder, and the soul of the Crescent City resting on the outcome of the civil war going on in Faerie between the rival princes of summer and winter.

Mardi Gras Day is approaching fast, the much-anticipated new Krewe of Enyo is not what it seems, and the line between friends and enemies grows thin as DJ tries to stave off open warfare between faeries on the St. Charles Avenue parade route.

Laissez les bons temps rouler…but be careful, or the good times might roll too close for comfort.

I turned to glare at the unicorn. It was hanging around for some reason.
    “Can you talk? If not, what are you waiting for?” I made a shooing motion. “Go home to your whack-job master.”
Because we needed to find out how it got to our remote beach in the Beyond.
“I’ll find a rope—maybe we can make a halter,” Rene said, walking toward the house.
Jean also seemed to have had his fill of unicorn wrangling. “Bah. I shall depart for Old Orleans, Drusilla. There are people with whom I must discuss matters of import, and perhaps I might discover the truth about Christof.”
    Fine. Leave me with the merman and the unicorn.
    He turned and walked into the transport, disappearing in seconds. He hadn’t removed his boots, but he had held his pistol out of the water. The pirate had his priorities straight.
    “Here is my message.”
I whirled to look at the unicorn, who was now doing his best Mr. Ed impression.
    “I knew it.” That freaking unicorn could talk; he’d been waiting to get me alone.
I held up the elven staff, and the unicorn had the good sense to back up a couple of steps. I slipped my left hand into my jeans pocket, fingering a couple of potions I’d cooked up in this rustic paradise using a generator-powered hot plate and my own blood. My physical magic wouldn’t work outside the human world, but my potions and charms were fine. The staff worked everywhere.
“Okay, start talking, horse.”
    The unicorn managed to look offended. “Here is my message,” he repeated. “His Royal Majesty Florian will be crowned King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond in two weeks. You are—”
    “Wait.” I shook the staff at him, and sparks flew out its tip. “What do you mean, ‘King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond’?”
What in the name of Merlin was that madman up to?
    The unicorn tossed his head and looked even grumpier. “Here is my message,” he repeated for the third time. “His Royal Majesty Florian will be crowned King of Faerie and of All Species of Earth and Beyond in two weeks. You are invited to attend and pledge fealty at his coronation in New Orleans at the apex of the celebration the humans call Mardi Gras. Should you die before the appointed time, this invitation may be considered null and void.”
    And with that, the unicorn turned, took a big, steaming dump on the sand near my feet, and made to trot back down the beach from whence he came. I flipped the lid off one of the charms in my pocket, chased him down the beach, and tossed it on him. I only hit his tail, which, considering it was a freezing charm, only made said tail freeze at a ninety-degree angle.
    “Stop, unicorn, or I’ll toast your rump like a potroast!” I yelled, aiming the staff. I sent a warning zap of fire onto his rump. My aim had improved a lot in months since I’d blown up my own SUV and burned down half of Six Flags New Orleans. I’d had lots of time to practice.
    Unfortunately, the shot only made the unicorn fly into a gallop. I had no choice but to run after him and hope I could keep him in sight by moonlight.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Review: A Tracker's Tale by Karen Avizur

A Tracker's Tale
Release Date: March 1, 2018
Publisher: Self-Published
Trackers Book #1
ASIN:   B079NCC19B
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Review Copy Source: Author

Welcome to the strange and perilous world of Katherine Colebrook: FBI special agent, Los Angeles… Trackers Division.

In Katherine’s world, werewolves, vampires, pĂșcas, and other parasapien species – forced for centuries by human fear and prejudice to live at the fringes of society – have finally come out of hiding to demand their rightful place alongside us. It’s a fragile co-existence, fraught with mutual distrust: a new social contract for which the rules are still evolving. And when those rules break down – usually when a parasapien begins preying on humans – that’s when the Trackers step in. It’s their job to hunt them down and stop them by any means necessary.

Within this elite unit, Katherine Colebrook is one of the best. Her psychic abilities made her a natural for the Trackers Division, allowing her to move between the parasapien and human worlds in ways that no other agent could. But Katherine’s calling hasn’t come without struggle and losses along the way. As a single mother, she must contend with her teenage daughter, Alexandra, who not only shares Katherine’s psychic abilities, but seems determined to follow the same dangerous path as her mother.

And so, when Katherine’s latest assignment threatens to bring that danger too close home, she finds herself faced with the toughest challenge of her career: Can she protect her daughter’s life, while battling a ruthless adversary who’ll stop at nothing to destroy her?

A TRACKER'S TALE was one of those stories that I didn't expect much of going into, but quickly grabbed my attention and I wished I had more to read when it was over.

I really enjoyed Katherine. She was hilariously bad-ass with a fantastic personality. Her being a mom brought another interesting factor to the story. Her daughter is pretty bad-ass on her own and I enjoyed getting a few parts of the story from her POV. They had a pretty great bond and I look forward to seeing them work together in future books. Katherine's partner was easy to like. They are new to each other, but their personalities seem to mesh well and they worked well together. Their introduction to each other was pretty entertaining.

The plot was balanced nicely between Katherine's everyday happenings and the mystery of the storyline. I enjoyed the investigation just as much as seeing Katherine's struggles on the home front. You really get a feel for just how awesome Katherine is when she confronts the bad guy at the end of A TRACKER'S TALE. They had no clue what they were getting into when they messed with her family and watching her put them in their place was truly something else. I'm sure they will clash again in the future and I honestly can't wait for that to happen. I'm positive that it will be highly entertaining.

A TRACKER'S TALE was a great story with great characters that left me wanting more. I will add book two to my wishlist as soon as I see it up on Goodreads. Fingers crossed that it won't be too long until it comes out.

I gave it 4/5 stars

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

Monday, July 23, 2018

Review: Being Alpha by Aileen Erin (@InkyTheMonster)

Being Alpha
Author: Aileen Erin
Release Date: July 17, 2018
Publisher: Ink Monster
Alpha Girl Book #7
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Review Copy Source: NetGalley

For the first time since Tessa met Dastien, life is quiet. The evil witch, Luciana, is six glorious feet under, St. Ailbe's is closed due to human trespassers, and people are finally getting used to the fact that supernaturals exist in the world. It seems like the perfect time for a honeymoon.

After traveling to Dastien's house in Provence, clubbing in Paris, and attending Meredith and Donovan's Full Moon Ceremony in Ireland, Tessa and Dastien head to the Caribbean. Their trip is turning out to be the honeymoon that fantasies are made of-sunset cruises, long walks on the beach, and every romantic cliché you can imagine. Tessa couldn't be happier. Except that Tessa's visions are on the fritz. She hopes that means that nothing is brewing. That everything is quiet because all is well. But Tessa's never been one to assume anything.

When she's magically attacked and nearly dies, Tessa knows she can't ignore the signs anymore. Something huge is going on. As much as she doesn't want to call an end to their six-week honeymoon, it's time to head back to Texas.

Whoever messed with Tessa is in for a rude awakening. Because if there's one thing fighting rogue witches and werewolves has taught her, it's how to be Alpha.

It was great to see Tessa and Dastien again, but the storyline in BEING ALPHA wasn't as exciting as early books in the Alpha Girl series.

I didn't love BEING ALPHA, but I didn't hate it. I enjoyed getting to see Tessa and Dastien in action again. I enjoyed getting to see most of my favorite secondary characters, and I also enjoyed seeing some of them find peace with everything that has happened to them.

All I could think about after finishing BEING ALPHA was 'what was the point of making this book?'. They already beat the demons. Tess and and Dastien were already married and presumably living HEA. Most of the the other characters were happy, on the way to being happy or we didn't really think about them and their HEA. BEING ALPHA just didn't see that necessary when all was said and done.

I am pretty sure that BEING ALPHA is the last in the series. I enjoyed following the stories of everyone involved and I am happy with the conclusions of everything.

I gave it 3/5 stars

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

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Week in Review: 7/15-7/21

Books Received for Review

Claimed by her Cougar by Felicity Heaton
Touch the Sky by Kari Cole

Books I've Read

Magnolia Mystic by Lisa Kessler
Black Crown by Raye Wagner
Strength by Jane Washington, Jaymin Eve

Reviews Posted

Kiss of the Royal by Lindsey Duga (@LindseyDuga, @EntangledTeen)


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