Sunday, August 31, 2014

Ever Wrath

Ever Wrath
By Alexia Purdy


There is no hope.

Only blood and darkness await.

Shade rules as Queen of the Seelie Summer Court with her love, a Teleen Faerie named Dylan at her side. But, the dark court of Unseelie faeries will do everything in their power to rule the earth, including enslaving the human world. Arthas, the Unseelie Ancient King, has shattered the boundaries of Faerie and the human cities are filling with his evil, unearthly armies.

Old enemies become allies. New friends bring old secrets and an ancient magic to light. Alongside the Ancient Seelie Queen, Kilara, Shade needs to harness this wild magic before the lines between human and faery are forever destroyed.

About the author

Alexia Purdy

Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada–Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She loves writing paranormal fantasy and poetry and devours books daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food. She is currently working on ‘Ever Winter’, the third installment of A Dark Faerie Tale Series and ‘Disarming (Reign of Blood Series Book 2)

Visit her at

My review

I would just like to tell everyone how honored I feel that Alexia allowed me to be a beta reader for this book. I fell in love with the series from the first chapter of Ever Shade. 

The story captivates and draws you in so completely that you can't put it down until the last page has been turned. I don't want to give a single thing away so I won't go into a drawn out review. 

What I can tell you is that the characters never stop growing with the story. With each book I fell in love with them all over again. Every bit of the story is so descriptive that I can close my eyes and see the land of faery like beautiful painting in my mind. Every emotion that was felt in the book was my emotion as read it. 

When I got to the end of Ever Wrath and saw two little words my heart almost stopped until I turned the page (well played by the way Alexia). 

If you haven't picked up this wonderful series I strongly suggest you do, you will not regret it! And since Ever Shade, the first book in the series is free right now on amazon you have no excuses.


The Mangitori De Sangue
By Emma Daley


This is a sci-fi romantic thriller series set in an ancient universe. 
Four destined characters run into each other by chance and discover their pasts connect them in a prophecy to destroy some of the universes most gruesome creatures. 
But will they stay alive long enough to succeed?

About the author

Emma Daley

At only the age of three, you could find Emma perched in the center of the dining table, a tape player in her lap, while the other kids gathered to listen to her recite her own creative version of her favorite tales like "Jack and The Bean Stalk" or "Peter Pan". Her imagination was fueled when she signed up for a high school Greek Mythology class. It was there in high school Mythology class that Emma found her dream. Her teacher recognized her talent, and encouraged her to pursue a career in the one thing that brought her imagination to life, writing. As a military wife and with life's fast pace and strenuous demands, it wasn't until she was 26 that she finally decided to pursue those long forgotten dreams. She started her very first novel Propheticus in November of 2008, which will be released in December of 2010 and is working on the 2nd and 3rd sequels, with several other book ideas on the shelf waiting to be dusted off and put into words.

My review

I was given a copy of this book for an honest review. When I first started reading Propheticus: The Mangitori De Sangue I wasn't sure if it was going to be my cup of tea and it took me a couple chapters to get into it because it's not a story line I'n normally get into. I am SO glad i picked it up!
This book is a perfect first book for a series.The love story develops gradually throughout the book and it's nice to see get to know the characters as they get to know each other. The story line and character development are amazing. By the end of the book I felt like I could close my eyes and picture everything with perfect clarity. 
I can't wait to dive into Propheticus: The Migliao (book two in the series) and I'm so glad I have it waiting right here on my Kindle just for me.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Pandora's Box

Pandora's Box 

by Gracen Miller

This amazing book looked great like this...

But It's just got itself a fresh and fabulous new look...

Where does the road to Hell begin? 

What happens when your son turns homicidal overnight, killing the family cat before gutting the family dog? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn't believe in, she finds herself face-to-face with a demonic world she didn't know existed and discovers her own soul is darkened with demonic connections. 

With good intentions? 

Madison had it all…or thought she did. A husband she adored and a son that brought joy to her life. Then one morning her husband kissed her goodbye, headed off to work and disappeared. Life turned upside down, Madison grows desperate and despondent to help her bloodthirsty son after numerous attempts have failed. Only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces manipulating them. 

Or by demonic design? 

Phoenix Birmingham breaches her life in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses—and for her 
jaded heart—but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices to come. Discovering her entire life has 
been influenced by multifaceted paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint fate has 
decreed. Even with Phoenix's aid, can destiny be denied? Or will demonic design prevail and they pay the crucial price with their souls?

Chapter One
What the fuck?
A mixture of disbelief and irritation rattled through Madison Wescott. She considered her son, Amos. The doctor looked on as if he hadn’t just delivered the most screwed-up diagnosis she’d ever received. Adamant denial surged in the form of a pounding headache.
“What?” She couldn’t have heard him right.
“Ms. Wescott, all the tests came back normal.” The physician’s placating voice did nothing to soothe her. He scratched his chin, and his eyes gleamed as if her child’s abnormal symptoms captivated him. That possibility pissed her off. Her fingers tingled to whack him with her purse, but she managed to resist the impulse. “Everything except the anomaly with his blood.” He scrunched his features as if the abnormality still perplexed him. “Fascin—”
When his glance landed on her hands twisting into tight fists in her lap, a flash of wariness became evident in his ordinary brown eyes. His insensitive choice of words made her want to put her fist in his eye. There was nothing fascinating about the situation her child was in. She settled on giving him a contemptuous glare.
The doctor cleared his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing, she guessed from nerves after his tactless blunder.
His bedside manner needs lots of work. She should complain, but knew she wouldn’t take the time. She had bigger problems than his inconsideration.
Failing to meet her gaze, he continued. “Otherwise, I can assure you there is nothing physically wrong with him.”
“Just psychologically?” she drawled with enough sarcasm to intimidate a heavyweight boxer.
“With the right psychiatrist and medication…Um…”
She would not drug her child into a zombie state so everyone could cope with his condition. He was already a zombie without medication.
“We think—” so refreshing the doctor only thought and didn’t have a damn solid answer, “—he can live a relatively normal life with medication.”
“Relatively?” she echoed, baffled at how the doctor could think his diagnosis would make her feel better.
“Dissociative Identity Disorders are not the end of the world, Ms. Wescott.”
Dissociative Identity Disorder my ass! The new feel-good medical terminology for multiple personalities did not make her feel good at all. Something else plagued her child. Putting a nice, neat, medical nametag on the disorder didn’t alter the diagnosis or make her feel any freaking better.
Although… She stared at her son. He sat on the table, his legs swishing back and forth like any high-energy child. Amos glared at the doctor with enough malice blazing from his baby blue eyes to send shivers of uneasy dread scuttling up her spine. Yeah, she couldn’t deny something was amiss, but she trusted her gut, and it said something more than Multiple Personality Disorder troubled him.
Two months ago, he’d been a happy, healthy, normal child. He’d giggled often and adored his feline and canine companions. The next day, he’d been mute and homicidal.
He snapped the cat’s neck the first week of the change, receiving multiple scratches before he managed feline murder. Five years old, and he displayed a marked increase in strength. Explaining the violent incident in the emergency room would have been difficult in the best scenarios. She endured hostile glances from the medical personnel, certain they whispered about her being a bad mother. She read the silent warning in their eyes and knew Social Services would be called if it happened again. If she thought they would help, she’d call them herself. Either way, she didn’t want or need a repeat performance of the event ever again.
The dog came next. Amos sliced and diced her with a kitchen carving knife, and Madison had no idea how or when he procured the weapon. She left him playing alone in the fenced-in backyard long enough to pour a glass of iced tea, couldn’t have been more than five minutes at most. When she returned, she found him and the dog on the back porch. Blood everywhere. Amos’s blond hair had been speckled with the stuff, his pale face splotched red, and his hands coated to his elbows like he’d used the blood as lotion. The clothes on his chest blossomed with the substance, as if he’d wallowed in the sanguine fluid. The smile on his face…her hands trembled at the memory. She’d choked on a scream and retched over the side of the railing until she could do nothing more than dry heave.
Amos had caught a fly, and she’d been amazed at his quick reflexes. Afterward, he tortured it, holding it steady with his fingers while he pulled off its legs before moving on to those fragile wings. Stunned by his ability to inflict torture without emotion, she’d stood immobile until the last moment when she’d slapped the insect out of his hand. Those horrible incidences heralded the beginning of his atrocities.
Twice he’d tried to stab her, slicing her upper thigh the second time. As she stitched the wound herself, she contemplated what she’d done wrong when she hid all the knives on the top shelf of her bedroom closet. How had Amos reached them? When the gash turned an angry shade of red, she worried about infection. She’d slathered the wound with antibiotic ointment, added warm, salty compresses, and luckily, the cut healed after two months. Still tender, she would wear the ragged scar of her son’s attack for the remainder of her life, but she refused to give up on him, or allow anyone to know the total truth of his ferocity. The protective instincts of motherhood had kicked in. Nothing on earth could force her to betray him.
He’d kicked, scratched, and bitten her more times than she could count. When each violent episode ceased—sometimes he snapped out of it in the middle of the rage—he would collapse in her arms. Often, he dropped into a coma-like sleep. Other times, he sobbed until exhausted sleep claimed him. His heartbreak broke her heart.
The doctor didn’t seem to notice her distress—just as well—and continued in his patronizing tone. “This disorder always involves some sort of trauma, Ms. Wescott. Your frank honesty can help us determine the trigger and proceed accordingly.”
She ground her teeth hard. “Nothing has changed in his life.”
Shortly after Amos turned two, her husband walked out the door. Not a word from him in the three years since. In those ensuing years, they moved through the routine of normal life and birthdays without his father.
“I’m sure if you would consider—”
“Enough!” The doctor flinched as Madison came to her feet with a snap. She sent him a hostile glare, snatched up her purse, and held her hand out to Amos. “Let’s go, baby.”
Amos pushed off the examination table while the doctor’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Her son smiled at him, his docile expression still somehow reeking of evil intent. It creeped her out when her baby gave such an iniquitous, yet smug glare. She couldn’t explain the expression. Something about his eyes screeched not just evil, but also malevolence.
A pungent aroma that reminded her of rotten eggs assaulted her nostrils. She put a finger to her nose, but nothing helped obliterate the stench. It had become stronger lately. God-awful described the scent perfectly. Madison peered at the doctor. “Do you smell that?”
“Sulfur,” he whispered, his face pale as rice paper. The doctor gawked at her son. He tossed the chart aside, jumped to his feet, knees popping, and said in a wobbly voice, “Ms. Wescott, I don’t think you should walk out that door.” He stared at Amos, not sparing her a single glance through his statement.
The doctor’s hands shook, and fear parted his mouth. Wondering at his sudden alarm, she peeked at Amos. A fiery orange glow surrounded the outer perimeter of his blue eyes. The color arrived with each of his violent episodes. The child blinked, and the color dissipated.
“We really must put him somewhere we can watch him around the clock and run tests, so we can find out what’s causing his problem.”
Her narrow-eyed gaze snapped to him. “No.” More tests with no answers weren’t an option. As long as she breathed, her son would never become a lab rat. “He does not leave me. Ever.”
Anyone who tried to take him would be a dead man.


Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands.

To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at

Other books in the series:

Madisons' Life Lessons (#0.5)

 Hell's Phoenix (#2)

Genesis Queen (#3)

Where you can find more information about the book and author:
Gracen Miller (author): 

My Review:

I was so excited when Pandora's box came out I couldn't wait to read it. Gracen Miller is an awesome author and she did not disappoint this book is AMAZING!! It is so refreshing to read an original story line and Gracen has created such wonderful depth to her characters it's impossible not to relate to Madison and just how far a mother will go to protect her child. With a vicious twist on the concept of a love triangle and some amazingly surprising plot twists not to mention the super sexy Nix *wink* I couldn't put this book down. I DVR'd all my shows (including Bones which I never do), my kids had to fend for themselves for dinner and I was up WAY passed my bed time. Pandrora's Box was worth every minute of my time! When i finished the book I went strait to Amazon and bought Madison's life lessons which I also didn't put down until I read the whole book. Needless to say I was anxiously waiting for Hell's Phoenix (which was even more amazing than i can imagine)when it came out. I have also read all of the other amazing books in the series and am chomping at the bit for After the fire (#4) and Immortal Deceiver (#5) to come out. If you haven't already fallen in love with Madison then I promise you, you will!!!

Reviews of Pandora's Box coming August 10-15th at the following sites...

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