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With Everything I Am (The Three Series #2) by Kristen Ashley

Gitte: 5 stars

Jenny: 5 stars

Please note:  To fully understand the Prophecies and the flow of the story and characters, it is our strong recommendation that you read  Book #1 Until the Sun Falls from the Sky before proceeding onto Book #2.  You will enjoy the experience so much more!

Gitte:   Oh Jenny…I was like a kid at Christmas when we got this arc. Kristen is one of my all-time fave Authors as you know, and she has not written one single book that wasn’t amazing and has the perfect balance of story and the yummy factor!  Kristen is one of those few Authors that can write everything she turns her hand too and that includes paranormal. Her alpha heroes have that perfect balance of arrogance, determination, vulnerability and the sex factor! They are protectors! I have re-read all her books so many times and every new book I read of hers is like coming home. She reaches right into my heart every time with her words.

Jenny:   She is indeed one of our favourite authors and a new book by Kristen Ashley is indeed a cause for celebration.  Gitte, you’re so right.  It was funny that we commented and agreed when we started reading this that  “reading a KA book is like coming home”  and it really and truly is.  Somehow Kristen seems to release a book when I need it – does she have ESP?   Her alpha males are spot on for me and she always seems to get the balance just right.

Gitte:   How much did we love Callum, Jenny?! He is perfect, his cockiness is endearing despite being trying at times, and yeah he really did test me at times.  He is a yummy hot powerful wolf, the King of the Wolves. He is so controlling and dominant yet he has the biggest heart and wow does he LOVE. And Sonia, I absolutely loved her. Her story broke my heart, such tragedy of loss and such a tough life, not quite knowing who she is, why she is different almost hiding in the shadows.  I knew from the start that this was going to be quite a ride and Callum & Sonia sure took me on quite an emotional and sexy journey. And yeah….I cried Jenny!

Jenny:    Gitte, I don’t think there are words to describe how much we loved Callum!  This man/wolf has stolen my heart and left me breathless that’s for sure.  What a wonderful mix he is.  Alpha, possessive, loves with intensity (oh boy, does this man LOVE!)says it like it is, and isn’t afraid to show his emotions and ummm “love” for Sophie (more on that side of things in a minute…is it HOT in here?).  I was the same Gitte.  Absolutely loved Sonia.  My heart broke for her and what she had been through and being “different” and having to cope with her loneliness just did me in.  Oh you can bet I cried…..I cried buckets for her!

Gitte:   I loved how Callum and Sonia’s story as life-mates started…how they met, how it began as such sweet innocence for Sonia. The symbolism of the wolf. It was so emotional having their story almost from day one. “My Puppy” awww which then turned to the lush “My Wolf” *swoon*…..

It was clear in the beginning that duty came first with Callum after all he is the King. However, it was the fact that there was a lack of the instant connection for Sonia, I suppose Sonia being human and a total contrast to his she-wolf “conquests”. However for Sonia, her dreams of “her wolf” kept her going despite not making any connections to Callum in his human form, yet she felt the bond that exists between them. The journey of their relationship was quite funny at times, Callum had me in stitches at first…seriously this guy is such a cock at times…but I love him!! I have to say that he had my heart right from the get go. Sonia bless her, kind of just followed after a while…followed and accepted. Don’t get me wrong Jenny I really loved her but at times I kind of wanted to shake her and say: just sort him out. I wish at times she had more guts to say what she wanted but then again what happened wouldn’t have been as emotional and epic! And let me tell you…the last bit of the story. I was CRYING

Jenny:   As you know GG I went off paranormal for a long time.  It just seemed to be done and redone but I read Until the Sun Falls From the Sky (Book #1 The Three Series) and it was so different from the norm that I was hooked.  I wondered how this book was going to stack up to that one and I have to say this one excelled for me!  Kristen has a way of putting such a different slant on paranormal tales and this Werewolf story was no exception.
How Kristen crafted the story from the very beginning – from the life mate angle right through the story had me so captivated and engrossed that I didn’t even realise until I got to the end that I had forgotten to highlight my favourite bits. That’s how much I loved their story!!!!
Callum was hysterical at times! He was a cocky bastard but oh god I never once wavered in my undying love for him.  I agree that were a couple of times I did want to shake Sonia as well but then I had to stop and think about the situation she had been placed in, the confusion surrounding her and I got her.  Oh you warned me about the last bit. You said I’d cry and you weren’t wrong GG! I sobbed!!!!

Gitte:   So yeah I thought this story was FAB Jenny. I love my paranormal but sometimes find them a bit too heavy and confusing. This story really wasn’t. Yes it had a plot full of twists and action with lots of conflict but ultimately it also had a gorgeous romance and really…Kristen is still the Queen of epilogues for sure no doubt…no contest! I loved the whole pack of hot randy wolves…each and every one of them! I kind of wish they could all have their own story told. Especially Ryon!!

And seriously I cannot say how much I am gagging for book #3….that short glimpse we got, I know without a doubt the guy is going to be AMAZING!! Cannot wait….

Jenny:   Absolutely LOVED this one GG!  It came at the right time and was exactly what I needed to read.  I didn’t find the story confusing either – Kristen has a way of never losing the reader with confusing plot lines.  They are involved and intriguing but never confusing and I love that.
This story had it ALL for me….A hot, to die for alpha hero,  who was the right blend of dominance and assertiveness,  humour and emotion, fantastic in bed (was he ever!!) oh the list is endless.  A heroine who will steal your heart and a great cast of supporting characters and a story that will captivate you from start to finish.

Book 3!!! OMG I can’t wait for that – both Gitte and I agreed  that the sneak peek of this book had us sold and this book is going sounds  amazing! Hope we don’t have to wait too long,  I don’t think I ould stand it!  Oh and the  guy in the third book??? Oh yes…he owned us with one word !! You’ll see!

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Synopsis:

One night, Callum is driven into the woods by instinct, an instinct to protect. In the form of wolf, he meets a young human child who he is instantly drawn to in a fierce way he doesn’t quite understand.

Sonia Arlington has lived a lonely life. She has certain abilities that make her strange and she has a rare disease that, if untreated, could kill her. Her father makes her vow that she will never let others discover her abilities. This forces Sonia to stay distant, always guarding against exposure.

Intelligence leaks that Sonia is Callum’s human mate. He is now King of the Werewolves and has war on his hands. He’s forced to claim his mate and integrate Sonia into a world that is strange and frightening.

As Sonia attempts to adjust, Callum attempts to cope with the knowledge that his mate is mortal. He will have her beauty and gentleness only the length of a mortal life making their union unbearably bitter even as Sonia makes it unbelievably sweet.

Prologue

Connection

The trail of blood was leading the hunters straight to him.

Normally, he would have outrun them long before now, but with his right flank wounded by the shotgun blast and with him unable to rest or transform in order to heal quickly, he was simply losing more blood, more energy and slowing.

He tried to sense his brethren but they weren’t near. They weren’t due for hours.

He’d arrived early, too early.

Something had drawn him to this forest, so much as called out to him.

And, as usual, he followed his instincts.

He’d gone early and transformed so his senses would be sharper in order to seek out whatever it was.

Therefore, he’d been distracted and, if he was honest with himself, cocky. He’d smelled the hunters but he’d never expected they’d be a threat. Humans rarely were.

As he ran, he sensed it again, out there. It was close, whatever it was and the pull of it was so strong, it made him momentarily lose focus.

This cost him. He wasn’t watching where he was going. He wasn’t scanning the landscape.

He skidded to a painful halt, the snow blossoming out in white wings at his sides. A sheer rock face in front of him. A dense forest of pine trees, difficult to maneuver especially injured, to his right. Hunters at his back and to his left…

He stared.

A child.

Wearing a pink hat, scarf, boots and mittens and a navy coat, her long blonde hair falling down her shoulders.

Her green eyes were on him.

She couldn’t be more than five, maybe six, alone in the snow, in the forest, in the dead of night.

What the fuck? He thought

She had to be lost. Her need for rescue was what he must have sensed.

But he could feel no fear from her, not even of him and in this form everyone and everything feared him.

But obviously not her.

She was gazing at him calmly as if she took moonlit strolls regularly and further, as if she could see him plainly in the dark.

As if she was one of his own.

Impossible, he thought.

First, she was blonde. There were no blondes of his kind. None. Not in history.

Second, he’d smell it and she smelled starkly human.

He considered transforming. However, even if the cold couldn’t kill him, he didn’t relish the idea of transforming into a six foot six inch naked man with a gunshot wound to his thigh in front of a child. Not to mention, the hunters, who were gaining and who he could far more easily attack as a wolf (which was not forbidden, but frowned upon even if there was no alternative as it seemed would soon be the case).

But it was forbidden to change in front of a human who didn’t know about their secret culture.

Completely forbidden.

Even for him.

He heard the hunters crashing through the snow and branches, getting ever closer and he turned swiftly and growled low.

It was his vast experience there were two different kinds of human hunters.

There were those who took what they called their “sport” seriously and behaved, in their way, honorably.

These, he knew, were not those kind of hunters. Therefore, if they weren’t careful (which they would not be) they could hurt her.

He couldn’t allow that.

In fact, he’d die to stop it.

The force of this knowledge startled him but he knew it instantly and instinctively straight down to his immortal soul.

The hunters crashed through the trees into the clearing where he stood and leveled their shotguns at him.

He growled again and advanced, giving them their target.

Surprisingly, so did the child and she did so rapidly.

No!” she shrieked, taking the hunters’ attention and before he could move a muscle, she slid to a halt in front of him. She threw her arms wide as if to shield him with her body.

He tore his gaze from the hunters and stared at her in stunned surprise.

My puppy!” she cried. “You hurt my puppy!

“Get away from that animal!” one hunter bellowed, the barrel of his gun moving subtly, aiming away from the child.

“Jesus,” another muttered. “What’s a kid doin’ out here?”

“My puppy!” she shouted again, turned and lifted up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face into the thick fur there. “You hurt my puppy!” she repeated on a wail as if her heart was torn apart. Then, not detaching her arms from his neck, her head rounded on the hunters again and she yelled, “Papa is going to be so mad.”

“Kid, I said, get away from that animal,” the first hunter ordered.

She ignored him. “Papa went all the way to Alaska to get my puppy for me and he got out tonight. He wouldn’t come when Papa called and called and whistled and called and we were so worried, so, so worried, we couldn’t get to sleep. We were looking for him, looking all over. Papa is just out there…” She took an arm away to point vaguely in the direction from where she came. “We were looking for him and Papa is going to be sooo mad that you shot my puppy!” She ended on a shriek, throwing her arm around his neck again, holding on tight and pressing her face into his fur, her body beginning to shake with false sobs.

Bloody hell but she was a cunning little human and, as a wolf, if he could laugh, he would.

Unfortunately, he could not.

Instead, he shifted his furry bulk into her and without delay she pressed closer.

“Fuckin’ A,” the third hunter mumbled, his eyes narrowed on the girl as he lowered his gun. “Is that Senator Arlington’s daughter?”

Fuck!” the second hunter hissed, lowering his own firearm. “It is.”

“Kid –” the first hunter started in a soothing tone.

She pulled her face away from his neck and glared at the hunters. “Go! Go now! If you go now, I won’t tell Papa it was you.”

They hesitated, all their guns lowered now, their feet shuffling.

Go!” she screamed, her child’s voice piercing the brittle air.

“Maybe we could talk to Senator Arlington,” the third one whispered his suggestion. “Explain things.”

“Yeah?” the first hunter asked sarcastically, turning angry eyes at his friend. “Do you want to tell Senator Arlington how we were out at night and you shot his precious daughter’s dog? Do you, Gary? Hunh?”

“That ain’t no dog,” the second hunter said, his eyes never leaving the beast. “That’s a wolf.”

“Don’t look like no wolf I’ve ever seen,” the third hunter noted and his voice turned greedy. “He’s huge. A beauty. Got to be a hundred pounds heavier than any wolf –”

“He’s a wolf, ain’t no dog,” the second hunter pressed.

“Jesus, Lloyd, you ever see a wild wolf stand calm next to a kid with her arms wrapped around his ruff?” the first hunter, clearly the brains of the crew, threw out.

“He’s a rare breed!” the child snapped, sounding adorably impatient, making it clear their squabbling was highly annoying and she had far better things to do. Her arms tightened as she continued, “That’s why Papa had to go all the way to –”

“All right, kid,” the first hunter cut her off, taking a step back while throwing his arm out to indicate his friends should follow suit. “Promise you won’t tell your Pa you saw us?”

“Promise you’ll stop hunting wolves in this region?” she shot back shrewdly, not sounding five or six but much older.

“Kid –” the first hunter started.

She interrupted him angrily, “Since you know you’re not allowed.”

The hunters stared at her in shock.

“They said she was weird,” the third hunter, having moved back several paces, whispered in a voice that he thought only he could hear.

“I’m not weird!” the child snapped and he swung his canine eyes to her in further surprise because he, of course, could hear. Even in the form of a man he had heightened hearing but he’d never known a human to have that kind of range.

The third hunter started then mumbled again, “Weird.”

The child’s body grew stiff with hurt affront.

The wolf growled.

All the hunters stared at the beast.

“Promise!” she demanded.

They were silent.

“I’ll tell my Papa…” she threatened.

“Okay, kid, we promise,” the first hunter assured her, moving back again.

The wolf and child stood still and silent, watching the hunters retreat. A pace, two, three, four, then they turned and made their way swiftly through the wood.

“Silly men,” she whispered irritably as she let him go and looked at him, her astute green eyes moving the length of him to his flank then she murmured, “Poor puppy.” She patted him on the neck. “Papa will fix you, he’s good at that. Let’s go home.”

She started walking away and he stood still, watching her, uncertain, even with his experience of all things human, inhuman and beast, what to make of the child.

She turned back.

“It’s okay, puppy,” she told him. “You can trust me. I’m not weird. Promise. It’s just…” she paused and quirked her head to the side. “Animals understand me. Papa says it’s a special gift.” She patted her thigh with her pink mitten. “Come on, we’ll take good care of you.” She lifted her hand to her heart, made a cross and grinned an immensely adorable grin the sight of which he felt in his gut. “Cross my heart.”

She turned again and marched away.

He followed.

Not because of her promise she’d take care of him.

Instead, because he needed to protect her.

It wasn’t far, maybe a five minute trek (but annoyingly painful and lumbering for him), when they came upon a log cabin in the trees. Warm, welcoming lights flooded from its windows, a sparkling Christmas tree shown in one.

“That’s home,” she told him, her voice reverent. “We have another home, in the city, but Momma and Papa and I like this one way better. We come here every Christmas.” She turned to him and smiled a bright smile. “Come on!”

She ran the rest of the way, throwing open the door and turning again in its frame to pat her leg.

Limping less but still limping, he followed.

He entered the cabin and could see exactly why she’d prefer this place to any other.

It was small but it was homey, rustic, warm and friendly.

He could live his life there.

She was busy rushing around the cabin and he stood in the door watching her.

“We’ll get you all warm and you can rest. Momma and Papa will be home soon and he’ll know what to do. Papa always knows what to do,” she babbled as she bunched clean sheets on a rug before the fire with her still mittened hands and then she turned to him and patted her leg again. “Come on, puppy. It’s okay.”

He cautiously limped to the sheets.

She pulled off her mitten and ran her fingers down his head. “Good puppy,” she murmured.

He collapsed with a canine groan to the sheets.

“There you go,” she whispered, crouching beside him to give him a rub.

Then she ran to the door, closed it and pulled off her hat, mittens, scarf and coat, throwing them efficiently on the couch.

She took a fluffy throw from a chair and brought it to him, tossing it on his body and arranging it carefully as he felt the healing in his flank sharpen.

No longer running, the wound would be mended within half an hour.

She sat down behind him and whispered, “I’ll just lay here with you until Papa gets home.” He felt her settle and press her little body down his back. “Keep you warm and safe,” she mumbled, her voice turning sleepy. “Then Papa will take care of you.”

Regardless of the fact that she was clearly a gifted child, like any child she was dead asleep within minutes.

And he lay beside her, letting the healing work and thinking, even though she clearly adored her father, he would be having words with a man who’d let his child, gifted or not, stay alone in a remote cabin and wander the forest in the dead of night. He didn’t give a fuck that she was obviously quite capable or if she did, indeed, have a way with animals.

No good human parent did that.

He was whole again and he sensed them well before they arrived.

He carefully moved away so as not to waken her, had transformed and was standing beside her wrapped in the throw she’d placed over him when the door opened.

His brethren glanced at him then the child then his brother Calder threw him his pants.

He pulled them on as his father walked close.

Too close to the child.

Unconsciously he straightened, pants still half unbuttoned, and moved to stand in front of her.

His father, Mac’s eyes slid away from the girl and caught his.

Then he watched Mac’s face gentle.

“Callum,” Mac murmured softly.

“She’s Senator Arlington’s daughter,” Callum announced, his voice low in deference to her sleep but rumbling because he was pissed way the hell off.

“I know,” his father replied.

“I’m uncertain of an allegiance with a man who’d leave his daughter unprotected,” Callum went on.

Callum watched something flash across Mac’s face and what he saw made him brace.

“It matters not,” his father said softly and when Callum opened his mouth to speak again Mac lifted a hand. “Senator Arlington was assassinated tonight. His wife with him.”

Callum’s head jerked toward the innocently sleeping child and he felt his gut clench painfully at the thought that she, especially she, would lose her mother and clearly beloved father on Christmas Eve.

“She was here for her safety,” Mac continued and Callum’s eyes cut back to him as he carried on, “You were here for it as well.”

“I –” Callum started, surprised at this announcement and getting pretty fucking tired of surprises.

Mac got closer. “It was a test.”

Callum’s jaw grew tight.

He had endured a fair few of his father’s tests in his very long life.

He watched Mac look back down at the girl with an infinitely gentle expression and he knew his father wasn’t finished.

He wasn’t wrong.

When Mac’s eyes came back to Callum, he went on, “As ever, you passed,” Callum watched his father smile and something oddly joyous shone in his eyes before he murmured, “And so did she.”

“Would you like to tell me what you’re on about?” Callum suggested.

Mac didn’t hesitate. “Tonight, my son, the connection has begun.”

Callum felt his body go solid before his eyes sliced down to the girl.

He looked again to his father, his voice coated in angry disbelief. “She’s human.”

Mac took in a breath through his nose, hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it then opened it again to say, “She is.”

“I can’t be connected to a human,” Callum clipped.

“The oracle has spoken,” his father declared.

Callum heard his brethren pull in shocked breaths.

Mac moved even closer and his voice grew lower when he asked, “You felt it?”

Bloody hell.

He felt it.

It was bigger than him, bigger than his brethren, bigger and more important than anything.

He’d die for her.

She was in a very important sense, his reason for being.

Hell, he’d even moved to protect her against his own father, a wolf he knew wouldn’t harm a living soul unless forced to do it.

Fuck!” he bit out.

“She’ll be protected until the time is right,” Mac assured.

Callum narrowed his gaze on him and growled, “She bloody better be.”

Mac glanced to the side. “Ryon, see to it, our best men.”

“But, Mac, we can’t –” Ryon began and Callum watched his father’s eyes narrow.

“See to it,” Mac ordered.

“We’re at war!” Ryon hissed. “We need every brother we have. We can’t afford –”

Mac cut Ryon off by repeating, “See to it.”

Callum watched his brethren shift and glance at each other.

Then their gazes moved back to him with dawning realization.

Callum had the same thought they did and he felt his body grow tight.

He looked back to Mac and asked with extreme unease, “She’s my queen?”

He watched his father nod and anguish tore through him but he didn’t allow it to show, instead, he lifted his chin.

“When?” he demanded to know.

“It matters not,” Mac replied.

“You’re my father and you’re my king, it fucking matters that you’re soon to die,” Callum ground out.

Mac didn’t answer.

Callum leaned forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I have my reasons,” Mac responded.

Jesus but Mac could be mysterious and in the three hundred fifty years of his life it never failed to piss Callum off.

“Mac –” Callum began but his father lifted his hand and placed it on Callum’s shoulder.

“We’re at war and this war will not end under my reign. You and she,” he glanced down at the girl before his eyes moved back to his son. “Will lead our people to peace.”

Callum didn’t know what he was feeling because there was too much to feel.

What he did know was that he didn’t like any of it.

His eyes leveled on his father’s and he promised, “If they bring you down, it’ll be a fucking bloody peace and only on my fucking terms.”

Mac leaned close as his fingers tightened on Callum’s arm.

Then he whispered in his son’s ear, “I’m counting on that.”

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Want to win an Arc copy of With Everything I Am?

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Want to read the prologue for With Everything I Am? 

You betcha!

We know that like us, you’ve been eagerly awaiting the release of With Everything I Am (Book #2 The Three Series) by Kristen Ashley

We absolutely loved Until The Sun Falls From The Sky (#1 The Three Series) and know this one will be amazing too.

Psssst………we think we’re already in love with Callum **sigh**

We’re beyond excited to be hosting a giveaway of an ARC for this book.

Check out the Prologue below and enter for a chance to win an  Advance Reader Copy of the book. 

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Synopsis:

One night, Callum is driven into the woods by instinct, an instinct to protect. In the form of wolf, he meets a young human child who he is instantly drawn to in a fierce way he doesn’t quite understand.

Sonia Arlington has lived a lonely life. She has certain abilities that make her strange and she has a rare disease that, if untreated, could kill her. Her father makes her vow that she will never let others discover her abilities. This forces Sonia to stay distant, always guarding against exposure.

Intelligence leaks that Sonia is Callum’s human mate. He is now King of the Werewolves and has war on his hands. He’s forced to claim his mate and integrate Sonia into a world that is strange and frightening.

As Sonia attempts to adjust, Callum attempts to cope with the knowledge that his mate is mortal. He will have her beauty and gentleness only the length of a mortal life making their union unbearably bitter even as Sonia makes it unbelievably sweet.

Prologue

Connection

The trail of blood was leading the hunters straight to him.

Normally, he would have outrun them long before now, but with his right flank wounded by the shotgun blast and with him unable to rest or transform in order to heal quickly, he was simply losing more blood, more energy and slowing.

He tried to sense his brethren but they weren’t near. They weren’t due for hours.

He’d arrived early, too early.

Something had drawn him to this forest, so much as called out to him.

And, as usual, he followed his instincts.

He’d gone early and transformed so his senses would be sharper in order to seek out whatever it was.

Therefore, he’d been distracted and, if he was honest with himself, cocky. He’d smelled the hunters but he’d never expected they’d be a threat. Humans rarely were.

As he ran, he sensed it again, out there. It was close, whatever it was and the pull of it was so strong, it made him momentarily lose focus.

This cost him. He wasn’t watching where he was going. He wasn’t scanning the landscape.

He skidded to a painful halt, the snow blossoming out in white wings at his sides. A sheer rock face in front of him. A dense forest of pine trees, difficult to maneuver especially injured, to his right. Hunters at his back and to his left…

He stared.

A child.

Wearing a pink hat, scarf, boots and mittens and a navy coat, her long blonde hair falling down her shoulders.

Her green eyes were on him.

She couldn’t be more than five, maybe six, alone in the snow, in the forest, in the dead of night.

What the fuck? He thought

She had to be lost. Her need for rescue was what he must have sensed.

But he could feel no fear from her, not even of him and in this form everyone and everything feared him.

But obviously not her.

She was gazing at him calmly as if she took moonlit strolls regularly and further, as if she could see him plainly in the dark.

As if she was one of his own.

Impossible, he thought.

First, she was blonde. There were no blondes of his kind. None. Not in history.

Second, he’d smell it and she smelled starkly human.

He considered transforming. However, even if the cold couldn’t kill him, he didn’t relish the idea of transforming into a six foot six inch naked man with a gunshot wound to his thigh in front of a child. Not to mention, the hunters, who were gaining and who he could far more easily attack as a wolf (which was not forbidden, but frowned upon even if there was no alternative as it seemed would soon be the case).

But it was forbidden to change in front of a human who didn’t know about their secret culture.

Completely forbidden.

Even for him.

He heard the hunters crashing through the snow and branches, getting ever closer and he turned swiftly and growled low.

It was his vast experience there were two different kinds of human hunters.

There were those who took what they called their “sport” seriously and behaved, in their way, honorably.

These, he knew, were not those kind of hunters. Therefore, if they weren’t careful (which they would not be) they could hurt her.

He couldn’t allow that.

In fact, he’d die to stop it.

The force of this knowledge startled him but he knew it instantly and instinctively straight down to his immortal soul.

The hunters crashed through the trees into the clearing where he stood and leveled their shotguns at him.

He growled again and advanced, giving them their target.

Surprisingly, so did the child and she did so rapidly.

No!” she shrieked, taking the hunters’ attention and before he could move a muscle, she slid to a halt in front of him. She threw her arms wide as if to shield him with her body.

He tore his gaze from the hunters and stared at her in stunned surprise.

My puppy!” she cried. “You hurt my puppy!

“Get away from that animal!” one hunter bellowed, the barrel of his gun moving subtly, aiming away from the child.

“Jesus,” another muttered. “What’s a kid doin’ out here?”

“My puppy!” she shouted again, turned and lifted up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face into the thick fur there. “You hurt my puppy!” she repeated on a wail as if her heart was torn apart. Then, not detaching her arms from his neck, her head rounded on the hunters again and she yelled, “Papa is going to be so mad.”

“Kid, I said, get away from that animal,” the first hunter ordered.

She ignored him. “Papa went all the way to Alaska to get my puppy for me and he got out tonight. He wouldn’t come when Papa called and called and whistled and called and we were so worried, so, so worried, we couldn’t get to sleep. We were looking for him, looking all over. Papa is just out there…” She took an arm away to point vaguely in the direction from where she came. “We were looking for him and Papa is going to be sooo mad that you shot my puppy!” She ended on a shriek, throwing her arm around his neck again, holding on tight and pressing her face into his fur, her body beginning to shake with false sobs.

Bloody hell but she was a cunning little human and, as a wolf, if he could laugh, he would.

Unfortunately, he could not.

Instead, he shifted his furry bulk into her and without delay she pressed closer.

“Fuckin’ A,” the third hunter mumbled, his eyes narrowed on the girl as he lowered his gun. “Is that Senator Arlington’s daughter?”

Fuck!” the second hunter hissed, lowering his own firearm. “It is.”

“Kid –” the first hunter started in a soothing tone.

She pulled her face away from his neck and glared at the hunters. “Go! Go now! If you go now, I won’t tell Papa it was you.”

They hesitated, all their guns lowered now, their feet shuffling.

Go!” she screamed, her child’s voice piercing the brittle air.

“Maybe we could talk to Senator Arlington,” the third one whispered his suggestion. “Explain things.”

“Yeah?” the first hunter asked sarcastically, turning angry eyes at his friend. “Do you want to tell Senator Arlington how we were out at night and you shot his precious daughter’s dog? Do you, Gary? Hunh?”

“That ain’t no dog,” the second hunter said, his eyes never leaving the beast. “That’s a wolf.”

“Don’t look like no wolf I’ve ever seen,” the third hunter noted and his voice turned greedy. “He’s huge. A beauty. Got to be a hundred pounds heavier than any wolf –”

“He’s a wolf, ain’t no dog,” the second hunter pressed.

“Jesus, Lloyd, you ever see a wild wolf stand calm next to a kid with her arms wrapped around his ruff?” the first hunter, clearly the brains of the crew, threw out.

“He’s a rare breed!” the child snapped, sounding adorably impatient, making it clear their squabbling was highly annoying and she had far better things to do. Her arms tightened as she continued, “That’s why Papa had to go all the way to –”

“All right, kid,” the first hunter cut her off, taking a step back while throwing his arm out to indicate his friends should follow suit. “Promise you won’t tell your Pa you saw us?”

“Promise you’ll stop hunting wolves in this region?” she shot back shrewdly, not sounding five or six but much older.

“Kid –” the first hunter started.

She interrupted him angrily, “Since you know you’re not allowed.”

The hunters stared at her in shock.

“They said she was weird,” the third hunter, having moved back several paces, whispered in a voice that he thought only he could hear.

“I’m not weird!” the child snapped and he swung his canine eyes to her in further surprise because he, of course, could hear. Even in the form of a man he had heightened hearing but he’d never known a human to have that kind of range.

The third hunter started then mumbled again, “Weird.”

The child’s body grew stiff with hurt affront.

The wolf growled.

All the hunters stared at the beast.

“Promise!” she demanded.

They were silent.

“I’ll tell my Papa…” she threatened.

“Okay, kid, we promise,” the first hunter assured her, moving back again.

The wolf and child stood still and silent, watching the hunters retreat. A pace, two, three, four, then they turned and made their way swiftly through the wood.

“Silly men,” she whispered irritably as she let him go and looked at him, her astute green eyes moving the length of him to his flank then she murmured, “Poor puppy.” She patted him on the neck. “Papa will fix you, he’s good at that. Let’s go home.”

She started walking away and he stood still, watching her, uncertain, even with his experience of all things human, inhuman and beast, what to make of the child.

She turned back.

“It’s okay, puppy,” she told him. “You can trust me. I’m not weird. Promise. It’s just…” she paused and quirked her head to the side. “Animals understand me. Papa says it’s a special gift.” She patted her thigh with her pink mitten. “Come on, we’ll take good care of you.” She lifted her hand to her heart, made a cross and grinned an immensely adorable grin the sight of which he felt in his gut. “Cross my heart.”

She turned again and marched away.

He followed.

Not because of her promise she’d take care of him.

Instead, because he needed to protect her.

It wasn’t far, maybe a five minute trek (but annoyingly painful and lumbering for him), when they came upon a log cabin in the trees. Warm, welcoming lights flooded from its windows, a sparkling Christmas tree shown in one.

“That’s home,” she told him, her voice reverent. “We have another home, in the city, but Momma and Papa and I like this one way better. We come here every Christmas.” She turned to him and smiled a bright smile. “Come on!”

She ran the rest of the way, throwing open the door and turning again in its frame to pat her leg.

Limping less but still limping, he followed.

He entered the cabin and could see exactly why she’d prefer this place to any other.

It was small but it was homey, rustic, warm and friendly.

He could live his life there.

She was busy rushing around the cabin and he stood in the door watching her.

“We’ll get you all warm and you can rest. Momma and Papa will be home soon and he’ll know what to do. Papa always knows what to do,” she babbled as she bunched clean sheets on a rug before the fire with her still mittened hands and then she turned to him and patted her leg again. “Come on, puppy. It’s okay.”

He cautiously limped to the sheets.

She pulled off her mitten and ran her fingers down his head. “Good puppy,” she murmured.

He collapsed with a canine groan to the sheets.

“There you go,” she whispered, crouching beside him to give him a rub.

Then she ran to the door, closed it and pulled off her hat, mittens, scarf and coat, throwing them efficiently on the couch.

She took a fluffy throw from a chair and brought it to him, tossing it on his body and arranging it carefully as he felt the healing in his flank sharpen.

No longer running, the wound would be mended within half an hour.

She sat down behind him and whispered, “I’ll just lay here with you until Papa gets home.” He felt her settle and press her little body down his back. “Keep you warm and safe,” she mumbled, her voice turning sleepy. “Then Papa will take care of you.”

Regardless of the fact that she was clearly a gifted child, like any child she was dead asleep within minutes.

And he lay beside her, letting the healing work and thinking, even though she clearly adored her father, he would be having words with a man who’d let his child, gifted or not, stay alone in a remote cabin and wander the forest in the dead of night. He didn’t give a fuck that she was obviously quite capable or if she did, indeed, have a way with animals.

No good human parent did that.

He was whole again and he sensed them well before they arrived.

He carefully moved away so as not to waken her, had transformed and was standing beside her wrapped in the throw she’d placed over him when the door opened.

His brethren glanced at him then the child then his brother Calder threw him his pants.

He pulled them on as his father walked close.

Too close to the child.

Unconsciously he straightened, pants still half unbuttoned, and moved to stand in front of her.

His father, Mac’s eyes slid away from the girl and caught his.

Then he watched Mac’s face gentle.

“Callum,” Mac murmured softly.

“She’s Senator Arlington’s daughter,” Callum announced, his voice low in deference to her sleep but rumbling because he was pissed way the hell off.

“I know,” his father replied.

“I’m uncertain of an allegiance with a man who’d leave his daughter unprotected,” Callum went on.

Callum watched something flash across Mac’s face and what he saw made him brace.

“It matters not,” his father said softly and when Callum opened his mouth to speak again Mac lifted a hand. “Senator Arlington was assassinated tonight. His wife with him.”

Callum’s head jerked toward the innocently sleeping child and he felt his gut clench painfully at the thought that she, especially she, would lose her mother and clearly beloved father on Christmas Eve.

“She was here for her safety,” Mac continued and Callum’s eyes cut back to him as he carried on, “You were here for it as well.”

“I –” Callum started, surprised at this announcement and getting pretty fucking tired of surprises.

Mac got closer. “It was a test.”

Callum’s jaw grew tight.

He had endured a fair few of his father’s tests in his very long life.

He watched Mac look back down at the girl with an infinitely gentle expression and he knew his father wasn’t finished.

He wasn’t wrong.

When Mac’s eyes came back to Callum, he went on, “As ever, you passed,” Callum watched his father smile and something oddly joyous shone in his eyes before he murmured, “And so did she.”

“Would you like to tell me what you’re on about?” Callum suggested.

Mac didn’t hesitate. “Tonight, my son, the connection has begun.”

Callum felt his body go solid before his eyes sliced down to the girl.

He looked again to his father, his voice coated in angry disbelief. “She’s human.”

Mac took in a breath through his nose, hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it then opened it again to say, “She is.”

“I can’t be connected to a human,” Callum clipped.

“The oracle has spoken,” his father declared.

Callum heard his brethren pull in shocked breaths.

Mac moved even closer and his voice grew lower when he asked, “You felt it?”

Bloody hell.

He felt it.

It was bigger than him, bigger than his brethren, bigger and more important than anything.

He’d die for her.

She was in a very important sense, his reason for being.

Hell, he’d even moved to protect her against his own father, a wolf he knew wouldn’t harm a living soul unless forced to do it.

Fuck!” he bit out.

“She’ll be protected until the time is right,” Mac assured.

Callum narrowed his gaze on him and growled, “She bloody better be.”

Mac glanced to the side. “Ryon, see to it, our best men.”

“But, Mac, we can’t –” Ryon began and Callum watched his father’s eyes narrow.

“See to it,” Mac ordered.

“We’re at war!” Ryon hissed. “We need every brother we have. We can’t afford –”

Mac cut Ryon off by repeating, “See to it.”

Callum watched his brethren shift and glance at each other.

Then their gazes moved back to him with dawning realization.

Callum had the same thought they did and he felt his body grow tight.

He looked back to Mac and asked with extreme unease, “She’s my queen?”

He watched his father nod and anguish tore through him but he didn’t allow it to show, instead, he lifted his chin.

“When?” he demanded to know.

“It matters not,” Mac replied.

“You’re my father and you’re my king, it fucking matters that you’re soon to die,” Callum ground out.

Mac didn’t answer.

Callum leaned forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I have my reasons,” Mac responded.

Jesus but Mac could be mysterious and in the three hundred fifty years of his life it never failed to piss Callum off.

“Mac –” Callum began but his father lifted his hand and placed it on Callum’s shoulder.

“We’re at war and this war will not end under my reign. You and she,” he glanced down at the girl before his eyes moved back to his son. “Will lead our people to peace.”

Callum didn’t know what he was feeling because there was too much to feel.

What he did know was that he didn’t like any of it.

His eyes leveled on his father’s and he promised, “If they bring you down, it’ll be a fucking bloody peace and only on my fucking terms.”

Mac leaned close as his fingers tightened on Callum’s arm.

Then he whispered in his son’s ear, “I’m counting on that.”

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Sylvia Day – Bared to You and Kristen Ashley – Breathe EBook Giveaway Winners Announced

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Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4) – by Kristen Ashley

5 STARS!

“Love, Drama, Salvation, Suspense, it was Dark & Horrific at times”

I have to say that for me this book was about Chase…this journey was his. To find love and happiness and redemption.

On starting this Chase was a bit of an enigma to me.  It’s been a while since I read this series. The clearest first impression I have of him is obviously the nasty business with Ty and Misty. That is, until his, at first, reluctant lunch dates with Lexie where she notices him sneaking looks at Faye…that’s all I had!! But I remember I loved that part in the story! So I slowly fell in love with him…not instantly,  but the one that simmers in the background and then blows up in your face when you realize what an amazing man this is.

Yes, he is a hot alpha, but I didn’t get him as a person…that is until his relationship with Faye unravelled. In the end I felt for him how I feel for Lawson…this decent, honourable man who’s all about what is right, respect, love and devotion. Protecting what’s his and what he sees as important. He doesn’t see himself in the right light, he has had a lonely life, dictated by others but not in a positive way which means he paints himself with the same brush. He can’t take himself out of the equation, believing he is like them not by actions but by default.

In Faye it’s almost like he sees redemption. He sees her as innocent, vulnerable and adorable and his attraction has been there years but it’s almost like he is scared to taint her with his ugliness! To him she truly is an Angel; unspoilt.

“He’d been touched by the hand of an angel” – Chase

“You in my life, me livin’ in hell, feels like I’ve been touched by an angel.” – Chase

All he wants is a family, a wife he loves and loves him in return, kids. A happy home .He wants affection! Chace is in awe of Faye’s family. It’s his dream to be part of his own, by his making! He realises what he could have had, the regrets, the wasted years.

“He’d wanted her for years not having any fucking clue how much of her there was to get, how deep it ran or how sweet it was”  – Chase….. I loved this sentence it says it ALL!!

He is so loving, and has this vulnerable side to him. He values Faye for who she is and what she has become to him and it shows when he safe guards Faye’s ‘innocence’ and guides her with this amazing protective hand. At the same time he revels in the fact that this is a gift for him, one that has never been given to anyone else one he knows it is his alone.

He isn’t scared to show Faye his emotions a testament to how he feels about her and how she acts towards him…he feels safe in doing so. When she gave him her, he knew what this meant!

“A taste of sweet.

The touch of an angel.

A trace of a miracle” – Chase

Chace is beyond a hero, although he doesn’t see himself this way. My heart melted… he broke me. right and his. He thinks he is lost, changed…soiled by the past wanting to redeem himself. He has no clue how amazing he is.

Now Faye. I absolutely loved Faye. I identified with so many aspects of her character. The quiet shy girl with her nose in a book. But really underneath the ‘superficial’ is a woman who knows who she is, she is fierce, strong, grounded, extremely funny, adorable and vulnerable. She knows life can deal you bad situation and she is not naive or ignorant to the fact of real life. She reads to escape for moments of dreams and fantasy. Yet she knows all that goes on and she is fully aware of Chace and his situation.  She has been in love with Chase for 13 years, solid in her belief that he is the one for her. Such conviction, such perseverance. Her unwavering loyalty, devotion and love for this man means that she is adamant she will set him free, heal what is broken, seek justice for her man,. This, despite the fact that he isn’t so yet. And despite knowing he may never be, she shows her true selflessness through pure emotion and adoration.

She is in awe of him, truly devoted, yet she does not stand down or let him intimidate her into a situation she does not agree with. I admired her for not letting him go. She stood firm, she didn’t let the wanting of him overshadow what was ultimately right for her. This is also despite knowing that Chase has NEVER had anyone look out for him before with such love and protection, she took a gamble, a risk for him to understand what he was being given; what he has never had!!

Despite the pretty scary and heart breaking story line surrounding them, their journey was BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Be prepared for some pretty special surprises too ;0)

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The day we went to Carnal…

Hi everyone,Breathe (Colorado Mountain, #4)

Jenny here.

Gitte and I recently spent a day in Carnal, Colorado where we caught up with a few of the characters who live in this crazy town!

We managed to shoot the breeze and try and find out a little bit about Chace and Faye for you as Kristen Ashley has written a book about them called Breathe.

So sit back and enjoy the shenanigans that went on that day.

Saturday 21st July 2012

We’ve just arrived in Carnal, Colorado and it’s a beautiful day.  The sun is shining and we’re on hyper alert at the prospect of meeting Ty and Tate……..serious swoon!

We arrive in La-La Land Coffee and who’s behind the counter? Shambles wearing John Lennon glasses with purple lenses and a braided leather band tied around his forehead.

“Dudettes!” he cries when the bell over the door rings.

Gitte and I call our greetings as we walk to the counter and Shambles’s head jerks.

“I sense you’re not from around here,” he notes.

Gitte: “I’m Danish but live in England.”

Jenny: “I’m from Oz.”

Shambles, his whole body jerking: “Oz! Like, follow the yellow brick road? Far out!”

Jenny:  “No, Oz as in Australia.”

Shambles’s face falls.

Gitte leans into Jenny: “I think someone’s been hitting the whacky weed.”

Shambles recovers from his disappointment and asks: “What can I get you?”

Jenny: “Double shot skinny cappuccino.”

Gitte: “Strong flat white.”

Shambles, his brows furrowing: “Strong flat what?”

Gitte: “Strong flat white.”

Shambles: “Dudette, sorry, we don’t do Danish coffee.”

Gitte: “It’s not Danish. It’s strong coffee with milk.”

Shambles, body jerking again: “Right on! Do they say that in Danish-land?”

Gitte: “Danish-land would be Denmark and no, that’s what they say in England.”

Shambles, turning to the coffee machine mumbling: “Dig it. Denmark. England. Australia. La-La Land goes international. Right the ef on.”

Shambles gets us our drinks and we sit down and… OMG! We hear a Harley and the growl of a smooth engine pulling up outside.  I think we’re going to faint.

We’re holding hands we’re so excited, but also trying to look cool……it’s not working because Gitte is practically salivating.  I can see I’m going to have to be the sensible one in this interview……….yeah right!.

Tate Jackson and Ty Walker stroll in, both in jeans and tees. Tate’s jeans are more faded. Ty’s tee is tighter. Both are wearing ass kicking boots.

Tate:    “Jenny, Gitte nice to meet you.” [he shakes our hand]

Ty:       “Same, welcome ladies.” [Ty just nods……oh god!]

G&J:     “Hi” (that’s it, that’s all we can manage….we’re screwed!)

Tate examines our drinks then dips his head at them.

Tate:    “You enjoyin’ those or you want a something a little stronger?”

Ty, also examining our coffees and not hiding his contempt: “They need something a little stronger.”

Jenny:  “Fine with us, we’ll meet you there, our rental car is outside”.

Tate:    “Uh, Bubba’s is just down the street. But Laurie said something about you two wanting rides in Ty’s Viper and on my bike?”

Gitte:   (Gitte whispers) “Oh god Jenny, I think I just came over all unnecessary!”

Jenny:  (my mouths gone dry) “Gitte, just grab the helmet and get on the bike!”

Gitte hitches up her skirt and hops on Tate’s bike (hmmm I’m sure she doesn’t need to be that close to him and I also bet she’s glad she wore that tight skirt today!) and I fold into Ty’s Viper (hmmm maybe we DO need to be THAT close to them)

The boys take us for a spin around Carnal then we arrive at Bubba’s and it’s exactly like we imagined it.  ……………………and ………………..are here.

Tate gets us a vodka each and…..a shot!  Oh no, this is not going to end well.

We’re seated at a table……these guys are beyond freaking gorgeous…..girls, you cannot imagine how scrumptious they are in the flesh, all those muscles and yes, we’re imagining the abs beneath those tight, tight (did we mention abs!) tees, oh lord have mercy they are divine!

We down our shot and another appears……we’ve made short work of that one too

Jenny:  “Tate, can I ask – first thought when you saw Lauren for the first time”?

Tate:    “I wanted to tap that and I needed to tap that like I needed a hole in the head. Still, I wanted to tap it.” [grins] “Luckily, I got to tap it. Though it took too fuckin’ long.”

Gitte:   “Ty, same question to you.  First thought when you saw Lexie?”

Ty:       “About the same thing. And it also took too fuckin’ long.”

Gitte and I are looking at each other knowing and she mouths “don’t you just want to lick Ty’s tattoos”.  I mouth back “hell yeah”

Ty turns his head to look at Tate and he grins – OMG they know what we said!.

Jenny   Gitte, drink your vodka” (I may sound calm, but inside I’m dying with excitement)

Jenny   “Sorry about that guys.  Where were we? Oh yeah, Ty have you gotten any new ones since we last saw you”?

Ty:       “No.”

Ty:       “Did you two just say you wanna lick my tattoos?”

Another drink and shot arrive…..the shots are down the hatch!

(Gitte and I are blushing, oh my god, how embarrassing!

Ty:       “I don’t have a problem with you licking them. But Lex would. So, sorry, little mamas, but gotta give that a pass.”

Tate:    [mumbling but with his lips tipped up] “Don’t know whether to be relieved or insulted they don’t wanna lick mine.”

(Gitte and I share a “oh but we do” glance)

Ty gives Tate a look and they share another grin.

Jenny   “Ty, have you ever worn your Team Walker shirt out in public and does Lexie wear hers”?

Ty:       “If the gym is public, yeah. Other than that, no. But Lex wears hers all the time. She even bought one for Lella and Lella wears hers all the time too.”

Jenny   “Ty, are you coping better with your oestrogen filled household”

Ty:       “Either you got boys?”

Gitte and I both nod.

Ty:       “Then send them my way. I’m dyin’ in that house. I see anymore pink, I’m gonna kill someone.”

Tate drops his gaze to the table and his broad shoulders shake with his chuckles. (Lord have mercy!)

Jenny   “Tate, how’s Princess….ooops, I mean…………..Buster”    (oh god, the alcohol is hitting!)

Gitte    “I love Princess Fancy Pants” (those shots are working)

Tate:    “I don’t do violence to women so, just sayin’, you call my cat Princess Fancy Pants again, I’ll have to get creative.”

(Too late, another shot arrives – we’re just about over our sensible shot limit)

Jenny   Can you tell us about a little insight into Chace and Faye before the release of Breathe on the 25th July?

Tate:    “That shit was whacked.”

Ty:       “Ended well though.”

Tate:    “Thank fuck.”

Gitte    Let’s dance! (I’m giving her an incredulous look…….. ummm there’s no music Gitte!)

Tate     [shouting toward the bar] “Bubba, put on some music!”

Bubba: “You got it, man!”

Jenny: “Ahhh what the hell, one dance won’t hurt”

Bon Jovi Livin’ On A Prayer comes on and Gitte and I get up to bust a move. Bikers playing pool stop to watch. A couple come over and gyrate around us. Bubba rounds the bar and gets in on the act, grabbing both of our hands and twirling us around. Tate and Ty sit at the table and watch, their lips curled up.

Gitte:   [waving her hand in a come hither gesture] “Dance with us!”

Ty        “Little Mama, you’re sweet but no fuckin’ way I’m dancing to fuckin’ Bon Jovi.”

Tate just smiles

The song ends, Bubba bends low to kiss both our cheeks before he wanders back to the bar and we sit down again.

Jenny   “Tate, how are things going at Bubba’s”?

Tate:    “Hoppin’, babe. Only way it ever is in a biker bar. [grins at me] As you’ve seen about two seconds ago.”

Jenny   (I’m feeling lightheaded and forgetting what questions to ask) – “Tate, do you and Lauren have a “couple” song”

Tate:    “We didn’t. Then Laurie saw something on Kit’s Facebook page. Woman named Shanta suggested our song was ‘Trouble’ by Ray LaMontagne. Laurie went fuckin’ nuts for that song. [a different kind of grin] Anytime Jonas isn’t home, she puts it on then she gets in a certain mood. So, yeah, I’d say that song works. Shanta has good taste.” (naaaw sweet)

Jenny   “Same question for you and Lexie.  What song is your “couple” song”

Ty:       “And same answer, Lex saw somethin’ on Kit’s page. A lady by the name of Lisa said Alicia Keys’s ‘Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart’ was our song. It reminds us of bad times that we made good and how we’re never fuckin’ goin’ back there. Never again.” (serious sigh)

The door opens and Chace Keaton saunters in.

Gitte:   “OMG! Is that Chace?”

He hears, as he would since Gitte is shouting, his head turns and his blue eyes slide through Tate and Ty before he moves our way. (we are seriously swooning – wait ‘till you meet Chace…..OH MY GOD!)

Chace: “Ladies.”

We stare up at him and try not to drool.

Chace:             [Eyes on Tate] “These the women from Totallybookedblog?”

Tate nods.

Chace: [Eyes on Gitte and me] “Mind if I sit?”

We nod enthusiastically and he folds his long body into a chair.

Jenny:  “Where’s Faye?”

Chace: “She works Saturdays. Library’s open.”

Gitte:   “How are things?”

Chace grins and says nothing more.

Jenny:  “Come on, give us more.”

Chace: [speaking softly] “Touched by an angel.”

We wait but he gives us nothing.

Jenny:  “That’s it?”

Chace: “I think Kit goes into specifics in the book.”

Gitte:   “Just a little teaser.”

Chace: [eyes going intense] “She held out for a hero, thinks she got that. Not sayin’ I agree, just sayin’ I’m glad she feels that way but pissed it was somethin’ that had to be proven. Twice. And, like I said, I was touched by an angel. Not hard to be a hero when what lies in the balance is an angel.”

[Led Zepplin’s “Kashmir” comes on]

Gitte    “OMG I love this song!”

Jenny   “Me too” (this is going downhill fast….we’re linking arms, singing and putting in all the dramatics)

We’re full in full singing mode when Lexie and Lauren walk in

Lauren Ummmmm I thought this was an informal chat, it looks more like a party

Lexie    Yeah, a party I want to join

Jenny   “Well, line those shots up and call up the girls because we wanna party”

Gitte    “Yeah, party!!”

Lexie    I love these girls they know how to have a good time

Lauren Yeah, they’re my kind of girls.

Lauren pulls out her phone and calls Krystal to tell her to get her behind to Bubba’s. Krystal shows and not long after so do Wendy, Stella, Maggie and the rest.

Things got rowdy and we don’t remember it all but we do both remember arm wrestling with Twyla (and both losing).

Tate and Ty might not dance, but Chace has no such qualms. He gave both Gitte and me a spin and let’s just say, that man can dance!

Jenny:  “Well, we’d like to say we got to ask more questions, but it didn’t happen.  We’re both nursing severe hangovers and passed out last night in the Carnal Hotel.  Lucky Betty was there to look after us because we have no idea how we got home”

So, that concludes our visit to Carnal.  Sorry we couldn’t give you a more insight into Ty, Tate and co, but let us say, these guys know how to show a girl a good time.”

Jenny and Gitte over and owt!

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Law Man (Dream Man #3) – by Kristen Ashley

I have loved Mitch since he entered Gwen’s kitchen in Mystery Man and couldn’t wait for his book. Detective Mitch Lawson with “the perfect name for a cop”!!

I loved Law Man, it was beautiful, as most of KA’s books, but this book was more, this book was all about the amazing man that is Mitch who’s devotion to Mara, Billie and Bud’s needs and well-being made me cry: “I promise. You’ll always be safe with me.”

It made me laugh out loud, especially “Operation Take out the Trash” and the “skanks” oh and we got a the fix of KA’s other characters…Oh and the Epilogue wow…. Kristen Ashley is an amazing writer!!

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Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7) – by Kristen Ashley

I LOVE LOVE LOVED Hector and Sadie. This was my favorite Rock Chick book. I stopped breathing for a while in the beginning and had to remind myself so many times throughout to take a deep breath it was that dramatic, gripping and heart wrenchingly tragic.

Sadie…she broke my heart, I wanted to pick her out the book and put her in my pocket to keep her safe. This gorgeous resilient and brave girl who kept her head up and hid the real Sadie behind her protective wall of self preservation and defense mechanisms which were forced upon her by circumstance. Sadie the Ice Princess who lets no-one in…until Hector (*SIGH*) Chavez. Sadie took a piece of my heart with her beautiful soul!

Hector (I am fanning myself cause he is so HOT) Chavez. There is no doubt about it Hector Chavez stole my heart from the very beginning. The car park scene..I CRIED…and couldn’t get it out my head…I felt her pain, it broke my heart…Hector seeing her there crushed on the stairs..my heart broke for him because he has been waiting for her, loving her in secret and must have felt so helpless and broken. I found this part really hard to read but it was so well written and emotional. The way he takes care of Sadie is breathtakingly beautiful and when he whispers endearments to her in Spanish – YUMMY HOT. His care and patience WOW so touching!!! She’s been so badly hurt, is emotionally broken and Hector knows he needs to take things slowly – his patience and care with her is so very beautiful to read. Hector helped Sadie grow, he encouraged her to find herself under the ice queen facade, he helped her get stronger which resulted in her sticking up for herself and thereby finding the REAL Sadie that’s been buried deep inside.

I loved her place in the Rock Chick family. The way it came about by her asking for help from the Nightingale gang..not getting it..how they spent the rest of the story trying to make up for it…it got me completely, they took care of her, did everything they possibly could to protect her . But ultimately they gave her a family!!!

Ralphie and Buddy – ADORABLE , Funny, PROTECTIVE and Yummy!!!!

Hector and Sadie are my FAVE KA hero/heroine…and their story is my FAVE in the RC series!!!

HOT Moments are too many to mention but:

“Mamita, his voice was rough with what sounded like laughter and something else altogether, you think you could handle my mouth between your legs without you freaking out?” – Seriously Hector is bloody HOT!!!!

Sadie gets a tattoo (at the end of a night drinking with the Rock Chicks)..a black panther fierce, intense and graceful…it reminds Sadie of Hector. “…I stopped talking because Hectors hands moved away from my hip and they closed around my waist, tight. So tight, his fingers were digging in and that got my attention….and those black eyes I told the tattoo artist about were intense, beyond intense, they were burning right into me. How fucked up are you he asked..I was still confused..Sadie, fucked up. Shitfaced, Trashed. Loaded. Drunk….Sadie answer me….You put my mark on you. To show my appreciation I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name and I wanna make sure you remember it. Now how fucking drunk are you?” OMG – this scene has got to be one of the hottest KA scenes EVER!!!

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Knight (Unfinished Hero, #1) – by Kristen Ashley

KA is one of my absolute favorite authors, I LOVE her books, every single one of them, the woman is amazingly talented and creates stories you will never forget and you will want to re-read again and again!!!

This book is AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL and very very HOT!!

What did I love about Anya:

She was open, honest, beautiful, sweet and knew her own mind. She wasn’t afraid of going for what she wanted and she loved Knight despite his “flaws”…..I LOVED Anya and how Anya loved in return…Oh and she calls her round tummy her “Buddha Belly”….CUTE!!!!

What did I love about Knight?

Absolutely EVERYTHING…Knight has it ALL. Pure unedited alpha HOTNESS. He has style, class, he is protective, possessive, shows pure aggression and he is the ultimate fantasy…

Knight is not a “typical” KA hero in the fact that he is what is termed an “anti hero”, his profession is questionable but he “runs” it with good intentions and for admirable reasons…..

His relationship with Anya is beautiful; he is protective of her exposure to his daily life, he strives to to provide for her, and he loves her with a passion and she him!

This book is a new venture for KA into erotic romance and I applaud her for taking that step and I admire her for trying a different direction with her new series…I CANNOT wait for the next book in this series because I personally loved the fact that Knight was different…it was refreshing and thought provoking as well as BLOODY HOT!!!!

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