Thursday, May 29, 2014

**Giveaway** Interview/Review USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott - Lick

Today I'm welcoming new to me Australian author Kylie Scott who is chatting about her new NA novel, first in the new Stage Dive Series, Lick.
Kylie's US Publisher St. Martin's Press has generously offered one print copy as a giveaway US ONLY, details below.
So enjoy our chat then stick around for my review and the giveaway too!

  • ISBN-13: 9781250052360
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/6/2014
  • Series: A Stage Dive Novel Series , #1
  • Pages: 304

Read an Excerpt:


I woke up on the bathroom floor. Everything hurt. My mouth felt like garbage and tasted worse. What the hell had happened last night? The last thing I remembered was the countdown to midnight and the thrill of turning twenty-one—legal, at last. I’d been dancing with Lauren and talking to some guy. Then BANG!
A whole line of shot glasses with lemon and salt on the side.
Everything I’d heard about Vegas was true. Bad things happened here, terrible things. I just wanted to crawl into a ball and die. Sweet baby Jesus, what had I been thinking to drink so much? I groaned, and even that made my head pound. This pain had not been part of the plan.
“You okay?” a voice inquired, male, deep, and nice. Really nice. A shiver went through me despite my pain. My poor broken body stirred in the strangest of places.
“Are you going to be sick again?” he asked.
Oh, no.
I opened my eyes and sat up, pushing my greasy blond hair aside. His blurry face loomed closer. I slapped a hand over my mouth because my breath had to be hideous.
“Hi,” I mumbled.
Slowly, he swam into focus. He was built and beautiful and strangely familiar. Impossible. I’d never met anyone like him.
He looked to be in his mid to late twenties—a man, not a boy. He had long, dark hair falling past his shoulders and sideburns. His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn’t be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I’d have swooned perfectly fine without them. Even with the tired red tinge, they were a thing of beauty. Tattoos covered the entirety of one arm and half his bare chest. A black bird had been inked into the side of his neck, the tip of its wing reaching up behind his ear. I still had on the pretty, dirty white dress Lauren had talked me into. It had been a daring choice for me on account of the way it barely contained my abundance of boobage. But this beautiful man easily had me beat for skin on show. He wore just a pair of jeans, scuffed black boots, a couple of small silver earrings, and a loose white bandage on his forearm.
Those jeans … he wore them well. They sat invitingly low on his hips and fit in all the right ways. Even my monster hangover couldn’t detract from the view.
“Aspirin?” he asked.
And I was ogling him. My gaze darted to his face and he gave me a sly, knowing smile. Wonderful. “Yes. Please.”
He grabbed a battered black leather jacket off the floor, the one I’d apparently been using as a pillow. Thank God I hadn’t puked on it. Clearly, this beautiful half-naked man had seen me in all my glory, hurling multiple times. I could have drowned in the shame.
One by one he emptied the contents of his pockets out onto the cold white tiles. A credit card, guitar picks, a phone, and a string of condoms. The condoms gave me pause, but I was soon distracted by what emerged next. A multitude of paper scraps tumbled out onto the floor. All had names and numbers scrawled across them. This guy was Mr. Popularity. Hey, I could definitely see why. But what on earth was he doing here with me?
Finally, he produced a small bottle of painkillers. Sweet relief. I loved him, whoever he was and whatever he’d seen.
“You need water,” he said, and got busy filling a glass from the sink behind him.
The bathroom was tiny. We both barely fit. Given Lauren’s and my money situation, the hotel had been the best we could afford. She’d been determined to celebrate my birthday in style. My goal had been a bit different. Despite the presence of my hot new friend, I was pretty sure I’d failed. The pertinent parts of my anatomy felt fine. I’d heard things hurt after the first couple of times. They sure as hell had after the first. But my vagina might have been the only part of my body not giving me grief.
Still, I took a quick peek down the front of my dress. The corner of a foil package could still be seen, tucked into the side of my bra. Because if it was sitting there, strapped to me, no way would I be caught unprepared. The condom remained whole and hearty. How disappointing. Or maybe not. Finally plucking up the courage to get back on the horse, so to speak, and then not remembering it would have been horrible.
The man handed me the glass of water and placed two pills into my hand. He then sat back on his haunches to watch me. He had an intensity to him that I was in no condition to deal with.
“Thanks,” I said, then swallowed the aspirin. Noisy rumbles rose from my belly. Nice, very ladylike.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. His glorious mouth twitched into a smile as if we shared a private joke between us.
The joke being me.
All I could do was stare. Given my current condition, he was just too much. The hair, face, body, ink, all of it. Someone needed to invent a word superlative enough to describe him.
After a long moment it dawned on me that he expected an answer to his question. I nodded, still unwilling to unleash my morning breath, and gave him a grim smile. The best I could do.
“Okay. That’s good,” he said.
He was certainly attentive. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve such kindness. If I’d picked up the poor guy with promises of sex and then proceeded to spend the night with my head in the toilet, by rights he should be a bit disgruntled. Maybe he hoped I’d make good on the offer this morning. It seemed the only plausible explanation for why he’d linger.
Under normal conditions, he was light-years out of my league and (for the sake of my pride) worlds away from my type. I liked clean-cut. Clean-cut was nice. Bad boys were highly overrated. God knows, I’d watched enough girls throw themselves at my brother over the years. He’d taken what they’d offered if it suited him, and then moved on. Bad boys weren’t the stuff serious relationships were made of. Not that I’d been chasing forever last night, just a positive sexual experience. Something not involving Tommy Byrnes being mad at me for getting a smear of blood on the backseat of his parents’ car. God, what a horrible memory. The next day the douche had dumped me for a girl on the track team half my size. He then added insult to injury by spreading rumors about me. I hadn’t been made bitter or twisted by this event at all.
What had happened last night? My head remained a tangled, throbbing mess, the details hazy, incomplete.
“We should get something into you,” he said. “You want me to order some dry toast or something?”
“No.” The thought of food was not fun. Not even coffee appealed, and coffee always appealed. I was half tempted to check myself for a pulse, just in case. Instead, I pushed my hand through my crappy hair, getting it out of my eyes. “No … ow!” Strands caught on something, tugging hard at my scalp. “Crap.”
“Hang on.” He reached out and carefully disentangled my messy do from whatever was causing the trouble. “There we go.”
“Thanks.” Something winked at me from my left hand, snagging my attention. A ring, but not just any ring. An amazing ring, a stupendous one.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
It couldn’t be real. It was so big it bordered on obscene. A stone that size would cost a fortune. I stared, bemused, turning my hand to catch the light. The band beneath was thick, solid, and the rock sure shone and sparkled like the real deal.
As if.
“Ah, yeah. About that…” he said, dark brows drawn down. He looked vaguely embarrassed by the ice rink on my finger. “If you still wanna change it for something smaller, that’s okay with me. It is kinda big. I do get your point about that.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling I knew him from somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t last night or this morning or anything to do with the ridiculous beautiful ring on my finger.
“You bought me this?” I asked.
He nodded. “Last night at Cartier.”
“Cartier?” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Huh.”
For a long moment he just stared at me. “You don’t remember?”
I really didn’t want to answer that. “What is that, even? Two, three carats?”
“Five? Wow.”
“What do you remember?” he asked, voice hardening just a little.
“Well … it’s hazy.”
“No.” His frown increased until it owned his handsome face. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. You seriously don’t know?”
What to say? My mouth hung open, useless. There was a lot I didn’t know. To my knowledge, however, Cartier didn’t do costume jewelry. My head swam. Bad feelings unfurled within my stomach and bile burnt the back of my throat. Worse even than before.
I was not puking in front of this guy.
Not again.
He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. “I didn’t realize you’d had that much to drink. I mean, I knew you’d had a bit, but … shit. Seriously? You don’t remember us going on the gondolas at the Venetian?”
“We went on gondolas?”
“Fuck. Ah, how about when you bought me a burger? Do you remember that?”
“Wait a minute,” he said, watching me through narrowed eyes. “You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?”
“I’m so sorry.”
He physically recoiled from me. “Let me get this straight, you don’t remember anything?”
“No,” I said, swallowing hard. “What did we do last night?”
“We got fucking married,” he growled.
This time, I didn’t make it to the toilet.
*   *   *
I decided on divorce while I brushed my teeth, practiced what I would say to him as I washed my hair. But you couldn’t rush these things. Unlike last night, when I’d apparently rushed into marriage. Rushing again would be wrong, foolish. That, or I was a coward taking the world’s longest shower. Odds were on the latter.
Holy, holy hell. What a mess. I couldn’t even begin to get my head wrapped around it. Married. Me. My lungs wouldn’t work. Panic waited right around the corner.
No way could my desire for this disaster to go away come as a surprise to him. Puking on the floor had to have been a huge hint. I groaned and covered my face with my hands at the memory. His look of disgust would haunt me all my days.
My parents would kill me if they ever found out. I had plans, priorities. I was studying to be an architect like my father. Marriage to anyone at this stage didn’t fit into those plans. In another ten, fifteen years, maybe. But marriage at twenty-one? Hell no. I hadn’t even been on a second date in years and now I had a ring on my finger. No way did that make sense. I was doomed. This crazy wedding caper wasn’t something I could hide from.
Or could I?
Unless my parents could not find out. Ever. Over the years I had made something of a habit of not involving them in things that might be seen as unsavory, unnecessary, or just plain stupid. This marriage quite possibly fell under all three categories.
Actually, maybe no one need know. If I didn’t tell, how would they find out? They wouldn’t. The answer was awe-inspiring in its simplicity.
“Yes!” I hissed and punched the air, clipping the shower head with the side of my fist. Water sprayed everywhere, including straight in my eyes, blinding me. Never mind, I had the answer.
Denial. I’d take the secret to my grave. No one would ever know of my extreme drunken idiocy.
I smiled with relief, my panic attack receding enough so that I could breathe. Oh, thank goodness. Everything would be okay. I had a new plan to get me back on track with the old one. Brilliant. I’d brave up, go and face him, and set things straight. Twenty-one-year-olds with grand life plans didn’t marry complete strangers in Vegas, no matter how beautiful those strangers happened to be. It would be fine. He’d understand. In all likelihood, he sat out there right now, working out the most efficient method to dump and run.
The diamond still glittered on my hand. I couldn’t bring myself to take it off just yet. It was like Christmas on my finger, so big, bright, and shiny. Though, upon reflection, my temporary husband didn’t exactly appear to be rich. His jacket and jeans were both well-worn. The man was a mystery.
Wait. What if he was into something illegal? Maybe Id married a criminal. Panic rushed back in with a vengeance. My stomach churned and my head throbbed. I knew nothing about the person waiting in the next room. Absolutely not a damn thing. I’d shoved him out the bathroom door without even getting his name.
A knock on the door sent my shoulders sky-high.
“Evelyn?” he called out, proving he at least knew my name.
“Just a second.”
I turned off the taps and stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. The width of it was barely sufficient to cover my curves, but my dress had puke on it. Putting it back on was out of the question.
“Hi,” I said, opening the bathroom door a hand’s length. He stood almost half a head taller than me, and I wasn’t short by any means. Dressed in only a towel, I found him rather intimidating. However much he’d had to drink the previous night, he still looked gorgeous, as opposed to me—pale, pasty, and sopping wet. The aspirins hadn’t done nearly as much as they should have.
Of course, I’d thrown them up.
“Hey.” He didn’t meet my eyes. “Look, I’m going to get this taken care of, okay?”
“Taken care of?”
“Yeah,” he said, still avoiding all eye contact. Apparently the hideous green motel carpeting was beyond enticing. “My lawyers will deal with all this.”
“You have lawyers?” Criminals had lawyers. Shit. I had to get myself divorced from this guy now.
“Yeah, I have lawyers. You don’t need to worry about anything. They’ll send you the paperwork or whatever. However this works.” He gave me an irritated glance, lips a tight line, and pulled on his leather jacket over his bare chest. His T-shirt still hung drying over the edge of the tub. Sometime during the night I must have puked on it too. How gruesome. If I were him, I’d divorce me and never look back.
“This was a mistake,” he said, echoing my thoughts.
“What?” His gaze jumped to my face. “You disagree?”
“No,” I said quickly.
“Didn’t think so. Pity it made sense last night, yeah?” He shoved a hand through his hair and made for the door. “Take care.”
“Wait!” The stupid, amazing ring wouldn’t come off my finger. I tugged and turned it, trying to wrestle it into submission. Finally it budged, grazing my knuckle raw in the process. Blood welled to the surface. One more stain in this whole sordid affair. “Here.”
“For fuck’s sake.” He scowled at the rock sparkling in the palm of my hand as if it had personally offended him. “Keep it.”
“I can’t. It must have cost a fortune.”
He shrugged.
“Please.” I held it out, hand jiggling, impatient to be rid of the evidence of my drunken stupidity. “It belongs to you. You have to take it.”
“No. I don’t.”
Without another word, the man stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him. The thin walls vibrated with the force of it.
Whoa. My hand fell back to my side. He sure had a temper. Not that I hadn’t given him provocation, but still. I wish I remembered what had gone on between us. Any inkling would be good.
Meanwhile my left butt cheek felt sore. I winced, carefully rubbing the area. My dignity wasn’t the only casualty, it seemed. I must have scratched my behind at some stage, bumped into some furniture or taken a dive in my fancy new heels. The pricey ones Lauren had insisted went with the dress, the ones whose current whereabouts were a mystery. I hoped I hadn’t lost them. Given my recent nuptials, nothing would surprise me.
I wandered back into the bathroom with a vague memory of a buzzing noise and laughter ringing in my ear, of him whispering to me. It made no sense.
I turned and raised the edge of my towel, going up on tippy-toes to inspect my ample ass in the mirror. Black ink and hot pink skin.
All the air left my body in a rush.
There was a word on my left butt cheek, a name:
I spun and dry-heaved into the sink.

St. Martin's Press has generously offered
one Print Copy US ONY
of Lick by Kylie Scott
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

**INTERNATIONAL GIVEAWAY** Jamie Brenner author interview-Ruin Me

I'm excited to welcome back to The Reading Frenzy Jamie Brenner who is here today talking about her newest and e-only novel Ruin Me.
Jamie's publisher St. Martin's Press has graciously offered OPEN INTERNATIONALLY a giveaway of a print edition of Jamie's last release The Gin Lovers. Click this link for Jamie's interview about The Gin Lovers and see contest details below.
Jamie Take it away!

  • ISBN-13: 9781466862135
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/6/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook

St. Martin's Press is sponsoring this giveaway
for one print copy of Jamie's last novel
The Gin Lovers
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Thursday, May 22, 2014

June is bustin out all over!!!

May Looking Back
12 Interviews
7 Giveaways
Thanks for all the support and congratulations to all the winners!

I'd like to take this opportunity to invite you all to the inaugural July book club read at the Goodreads General Fiction Expats forum it will start July 7th and run three consecutive weeks click the link for updates, reading schedules etc... Plus there are several threads you can enjoy every day! Our book club choice is Random Acts of Kindness by Lisa Verge Higgins who has graciously agreed to spend the month with us to discuss the book and just hang out. 

Thanks Lisa!


 Here's what is happening in June on The Reading Frenzy

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

**GIVEAWAY** Interview/Review(s) With author Dani Collins

Today I’d like to introduce to the blog an author I review frequently who writes for Harlequin Presents and who really knows her way around a romance! Her very first Presents novel, Proof of Their Sin rated my TOP PICK and my nomination for the 2013 RT First Series Romance. And Guess what she WON!!! Woot Woot!! Congratulations Dani!

Dani has also graciously offered one lucky entrant US ONLY an autographed print copy of An Heir To Bind Them. Details below.
Dani the floor is yours!

  • ISBN-13: 9780373132218
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 1/21/2014
  • Series: Harlequin Presents Series , #3215
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 192



A beautiful thief…?
Raoul Zesiger has everything a man could want—including Sirena Abbott, the perfect PA who keeps his life in order. Or so it seems, until their professional relationship gives way to one hot, impassioned night…and then he has her arrested for embezzlement!

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Harlequin Special Edition author Brenda Harlen chats about The Single Dad's Second Chance

I'm so pleased to bring back a favorite Harlequin Special Edition author, Brenda Harlen. As most of you know I review the Special Edition and the Presents lines for RT Magazine and when I read Brenda's June release The Single Dad's Second Chance I loved it and especially the many quotables I found inside. This was my favorite quotable line “His brow lifted. “You’re afraid of falling in love?” “I’m afraid of the splat that comes after the falling part.”

I loved it and the rest of the quotables so much that I knew I had to invite Brenda to the blog to have a long overdue chat.

  • ISBN-13: 9780373658190
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 5/20/2014
  • Series: Harlequin Special Edition Series , #2337
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 224


The mommy project
Dear Diary,
Today I met my new mommy! Well, I wish Rachel would be my new mommy. See, I love my daddy a lot, but ever since my real mommy died I think he's been very lonely. Rachel is so pretty, and she has the coolest job—she owns the flower shop in town! She promised to show me how to make a bouquet!

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

**FAB Giveaway** Interview/Review The Given-Vicki Pettersson

I'm so happy to bring you today an author who has become quite a favorite, who is here quite by the fickle hand of fate and who is offering Fabulous prize package to one lucky entrant, details below.
The Given is Vicki Pettersson's finale in her Celestial Blues trilogy, I had the privilege to review book one, The Taken, for LibraryJournal and I'm excited to bring you an exclusive interview with Vicki and my review of book three, The Given which releases May 27th.
So sit back enjoy our chat then enter to win this fabulous prize package generously offered by Vicki. 

  • ISBN-13: 9780062066206
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/27/2014
  • Pages: 368


The dramatic conclusion to New York Times bestselling author Vicki Pettersson's critically acclaimed Celestial Blues trilogy—an inventive blend of paranormal romance, noir mystery, and urban fantasy—involving a fallen angel and a flesh-and-blood rockabilly reporter.

After learning that his wife, Evelyn, survived the attack that killed him fifty years earlier, angel/PI Griffin Shaw will risk everything to find her.

Vicki has generously offered


An Author Signed Set of her entire Trilogy
Thanks Vicki!
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Friday, May 9, 2014

The Book of Power a play

Today's post on The Reading Frenzy is very special because the playwright is a true success story. It might only be a 5 minute play but the creating and production took a lot of attitude and tenacity.
The author/playwright first showed up on my B& forum in 2011 looking for a creative outlet and a place to truly escape her troubled homelife. She has survived, strived and succeeded beautifully where her oppressors would have kept her under thumb and there are only good things in her future now.
You notice I'm not mentioning any names but you know who you are and I'm so proud of you and so happy that I was able to in some very small way light your path.

To my friends enjoy the short flic and one of these days might just see her accepting a Tony!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Congratulations to Hank Phillippi Ryan for her Agatha Award for The Wrong Girl- Throwback Thursday RePost

Congratulations to Hank Phillippi Ryan for her Agatha Award for Best Contemporary Novel of 2013, The Wrong Girl.
Today to congratulate Hank I'm having a throwback Thursday and re-posting the original blog from her release of The Wrong Girl.
So enjoy our interview and my review and then stop by any of Hank's hangouts which I'll list below to say congrats to her.

Knowing that her idea for Jane and The Other Woman came while she was sitting in the dentist chair, here's what she says when I asked what precipitated the idea for The Wrong Girl.––"Well, hilariously, that came from a news tip I got at channel 7! A woman called and wanted me to do a story about her sister, who, she said, had been looking for her birth parents and the adoption agency had finally sent her to meet her birth mother. It was all very exciting and wonderful—but when they met, they both instantly knew they were not related..."

  • ISBN-13: 9780765369147
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 7/29/2014
  • Series: Jane Ryland Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 464

Here's Hank with her Agatha

Hank visits WISH-TV's Indy Style!


Wednesday, May 7, 2014

**Giveaway** Flat Water Tuesday by Ron Irwin now available in Paperback

I'm re-posting my original interview with Ron about the novel and I'm offering one lucky entrant US ONLY a paperback copy for their very own.
Contest details below

  • ISBN-13: 9781250048721
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/6/2014
  • Pages: 384


A stunning saga of love, sport, and buried secrets
Rob Carrey is a successful documentary filmmaker who has returned from a shoot to New York City, where he’s prepared to separate from Carolyn, his long-time love. But when he finds an invitation to his boarding school reunion in his pile of mail, Rob begins a painful journey into his past—one that will alter the course of his life forever.

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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

**Giveaway** David Putnam author interview- The Disposables

I'm happy to introduce to my readers today ex-lawman turned novelist David Putnum. His publisher Oceanview has graciously offered one autographed print copy of David's novel The Disposables as a prize.
Contest details are below
Enjoy the interview!

  • ISBN-13: 9781608091188
  • Publisher: Oceanview Publishing
  • Publication date: 5/6/2014
  • Pages: 256



Bruno Johnson, a tough street cop, member of the elite violent crime task force, feared by the bad guys, admired by the good, finds his life derailed when a personal tragedy forces him to break the law. Now he's an ex-con and his life on parole is not going well. He is hassled by the police at every opportunity and to make matters even more difficult, his former partner, Robby Wicks, now a high-ranking detective, bullies him into helping solve a high profile crime - unofficially, of course. Meantime, Bruno's girlfriend, Marie, brings out the good, the real Bruno, and even though they veer totally outside the law, he and Marie dedicate themselves to saving abused children, creating a type of underground railroad for neglected kids at risk, disposable kids. What they must do is perilous they step far outside the law, battling a warped justice system and Bruno's former partner, with his own evil agenda.

The contest is for one signed copy US ONLY
Of The Disposables
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Monday, May 5, 2014

Review Before the Storm by Clair Ashgrove - Giveaway

Today I'm happy to bring to you my review of Before the Storm by Claire Ashgrove
HERE is the link to the interview we did a few weeks ago. Plus the blog tour wide giveaway sponsored by her is still going on so I've conveniently added the Rafflecopter widget below as well. Plus if you're not lucky enough to win the book click on the picture and you'll see the e-book is only .99¢
Claire and I go way back to my first reviewing days. To learn all about it click the link above.

  • BN ID: 2940149374274
  • Publisher: Untamed Spirit Publishing
  • Publication date: 4/17/2013
  • Series: Windwalker Series , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 305

Just beyond the human realm is a magical world and mystical peoples that could finally answer all Halle Rhoads’ questions. She knows she’s a murderer, not that her abusive father didn't deserve to die, but it did exile her from the only life and family she ever knew into the cold harsh world to exist by her wits and the seat of her pants.
Seven years later while checking on her baby sister and planning yet another murder she’s literally run over by a guy who can finally answer some of those questions, Kale Norwood who tells her of her ancient inherent, frightening, exhilarating gifted power from a long ago race of beings. He’s a guy who may be all she’s looking for, or who could betray her. She will come to realize that even if she lets him into her heart her loner’s existence may not be a choice at all but a path that's been set for her by ancestors and powers she’s yet but destined to discover, that is of course if she survives the trials to come.

Claire Ashgrove’s debut page-turner in her new urban fantasy series is fantastic. She creates a world that’s familiar enough to not need a codex to understand yet foreign enough to awe. Her narrative is absorbing and provocative and will captivate her audience while telling her poignant and wondrous tale and it’s evident by the last page that this is not the end of the story. Her heroine Halle is a conundrum that readers will love and be frustrated with. Her good, bad and ugly co-stars are equally imaginative. There’s a blossoming love story but this is by no means a romance and will in fact draw fans from multiple genres from adult fantasy as well as YA and new adult and of course Claire’s fans from her Templar series will be drawn in too.
So if youre looking for something entertaining that's a little on the wild side this is your next must read!

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