Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Review and Giveaway of Lost and Found Sisters (Wildstone #1) by Jill Shalvis

From New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes her first women's fiction novel—an unforgettable story of friendship, love, family, and sisterhood.

They say life can change in an instant…

After losing her sister in a devastating car accident, chef Quinn Weller is finally getting her life back on track. She appears to have it all: a loving family, a dream job in one of L.A.'s hottest eateries, and a gorgeous boyfriend dying to slip an engagement ring on her finger. So why does she feel so empty, like she's looking for a missing piece she can't find?

The answer comes when a lawyer tracks down Quinn and reveals a bombshell secret and a mysterious inheritance that only she can claim. This shocking revelation washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. Her whole life has been a lie.

On impulse, Quinn gives up her job, home, and boyfriend. She heads up the coast to the small hometown of Wildstone, California, which is just a few hours north, but feels worlds apart from Los Angeles. Though she doesn't quite fit in right away, she can't help but be drawn to the town’s simple pleasures…and the handsome, dark-haired stranger who offers friendship with no questions asked.

As Quinn settles into Wildstone, she discovers there's another surprise in store for her. The inheritance isn't a house or money, but rather something earthshattering, something that will make her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about her family. Now with a world of possibilities opening up to Quinn, she must decide if this new life is the one she was always meant to have—and the one that could finally give her the fulfillment she's searched so long for.


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New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website,, for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

To Mick’s relief, he caught Quinn in the parking lot, leaning against her car, her thumbs moving furiously over the screen of her phone. When she saw him, she grimaced.

He lifted his hands and stayed out of her personal space. “Thought you could use a ride back to the B and B,” he said.

“I’m not driving.” She lifted her phone. “I’m trying to get an Uber.”

He smiled. “How’s that going?”

She sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket. “So Wildstone doesn’t have drive-throughs, Thai takeout, or Uber? Seriously?”

“We have other things.”

“Yes,” she said. “Ghosts. Big bugs. Cute dogs. And girlfriends, apparently.”

“Lena’s not my girlfriend,” he said. “She’s Boomer’s. Sort of.” He shook his head. “It’s complicated.”

She didn’t take her eyes off him. “But you’ve slept together.”

He arched a brow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, closing her eyes. “That was rude. There’s a chemistry there, and a familiarity, that’s all. You know what? Don’t listen to me. My tongue’s running the show and I think I’m just jealous at how everyone else seems to take life’s shit in stride and keep going. I haven’t learned that trick and I need to. And how to keep going, that is. Like the Energizer Bunny. Or my electric toothbrush. God.” She pressed her hands to her face. “I really need to stop talking. Make me stop talking!”

He took her hand and tugged her to his truck.

“Wait,” she said, putting a hand to his chest and fisting it in his shirt to hold him to her. “You’re not a murderer or a rapist or anything like that, right?”

He lifted a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

“Were you a Boy Scout?”

Laughing a little at that because he’d been just about the furthest thing from a Boy Scout, he gently pushed her into the passenger seat and leaned in to buckle her seat belt, and suddenly their faces were an inch from each other. He heard her suck in a breath and he did the same.

Talk about chemistry.

“Mick?” she whispered.


“Are you feeling something?”

“You could say that,” he murmured. “You?”

She licked her lips and he nearly groaned. “I think so,” she whispered.

“That’s good.”

“Are you going to kiss me?”

He cupped her face, let his thumbs trace her jawbone, his fingers sinking into her silky waves. “No,” he said quietly. “And not because I don’t want to, but because when I do, I want to know you’re ready. That you’ll feel it.”

She sighed. “Guys do whatever they want all the time, no emotions necessary. I want that skill.” Another shaky breath escaped her, and since they were literally an inch apart, they shared air for a single heartbeat during which neither of them moved.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Okay, so I’m definitely feeling things.” She hesitated and then her hands came up to his chest. “Maybe we should test it out to be sure.”

God, she was the sweetest temptation he’d ever met, and he wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with his. Instead, he brushed his mouth to her cheek.

“Please, Mick,” she whispered, her exhale warming his throat. He loved the “please,” and he wanted to do just that more than anything. But when she tried to turn her head into his, to line up their mouths, he gently tightened his grip, dragging his mouth along her smooth skin instead, making his way to her ear.

“Not yet,” he whispered, letting his lips brush over her earlobe and the sensitive skin beneath it.

She moaned and clutched him. “Why not?”

It took every ounce of control he had to lift his head and meet her gaze. “Because I want to make sure you’re really with me, that you’re feeling everything I’m feeling. That there’ll be no doubt, no regrets.”

“You sure have a lot of requirements.”

He laughed. And she was right, it was all big talk for a guy who didn’t do relationships anymore. Still, he forced himself to step back and shut the passenger door.

As he rounded the hood to the driver’s side, he tried to remind himself of all the reasons she was a bad idea. He lived two hundred miles away and he was hoping to move his mom up by him and never come back here. Not to mention that Quinn lived an equal two hundred miles in the opposite direction and she was in a deeply vulnerable place. No way would he even think about taking advantage of that.

But when he slid behind the wheel and their eyes locked, he realized that while his mind could stand firm, the rest of his body wasn’t on board with the in-control program.

Title: Lost and Found Sisters: A Novel
Classification: Adult Fiction
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks (June 20, 2017)
ISBN-10: 0062448110
ISBN-13: 978-0062448118
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Notes: I received an eARC loan from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. Any quotes used will need to be checked against the final version as they are subject to change. I am also an Avon Addict which means I love the books that Avon publishes enough to volunteer to read as many ARCs and books as they can send my way. So you'll be seeing a lot of books reviewed by me from this publisher. Please note, however, that if I don't like a book, it will be truthfully reflected by a low rating.
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For the past two years, Quinn Weller has been walking around numb. She's been told "It'll get easier." "Time is your friend." and "She'll stay in your heart." She knows them all to be lies. Her sister/best friend died, and life seems to have lost its luster and spark. She wants to feel again, but somehow she hasn't yet been able to get beyond the tragedy, and is beginning to doubt she ever will.

Then one day a stranger approaches her and says a relative has left her an inheritance. The stranger reveals a family secret that Quinn's never been privy to. It's the type of information that could cause one to have a brain explosion. Her life will never be the same because its about to be turned upside down--at least until she wraps her head around it all.
This is the first book in a brand new series called Wildstone. Wildstone, the namesake for the series, is a small California town that's worn many hats over the years. It's been a mining town, a place noted for wine making and ranching, a haunted Wild West ghost town, and a tourist spot for those who wanted to catch a wave and do a little surfing. It's an area rich in history, and I hope we'll learn more about the town and the ghosts that haunt it as the series continues. By the way, if you've never read one of Ms Shalvis' books, then let me just say you're in for a treat. Her books are always witty, humorous, steamy, and pretty much guaranteed to put you in a good mood. This book is no exception.

***Now I can't imagine this is a spoiler (the tittle, in my humble opinion, already let the cat out of the bag), but if you're worried about those then don't read the next two paragraphs.***

While Quinn lost one sister, as the title implies, she finds a new one. Tilly and Quinn are very similar, but deal with their grief in very different ways, and I loved the contrast. Plus, I enjoyed seeing how these two eventually help one another deal with their grief.

Now if you're wondering, this is not a depressing story. Perhaps if it had been told from Tilly's perspective that would have been the case, but Quinn is just thrown into everything head first, and instead of sadness she's overwhelmed by surprise, shock, and disbelief. Tilly does get her two cents in at the head of every chapter, each of which showcases a snippet from her journal. I loved seeing these two bond as they got to know each other. They actually had more in common than either expected.

***You may resume your spoiler free reading ***

Mick is a structural engineer who lives and works in San Francisco, but was raised in Wildstone. He's been coming home every weekend to help his mom out since his dad died. Quinn mistakes him for the Bed & Breakfast's handy man, and this causes some humorous situations. I loved seeing these two fall in love. Quinn, as it happens, works as a sous-chef in a trendy restaurant in LA so Wildstone falls smack dab in the middle of both of their worlds. A relationship between the two won't be easy, but then most good things in life seldom are.

A few of my favorite quotes (of which there were many more):

- "It's like I've been living my life from chapter two of my own story! I missed chapter one entirely! And the prologue!"

- "If it's got tires or testicles, it's gonna give you trouble."

- "Never go to bed angry, stay awake and plot revenge."

Overall, I gave this one 5 out of 5 roses. It was fun, charming, emotionally charged, romantic, and immediately grabbed my attention and held it. I loved the characters and their interactions with one another. Mick's dog, Coop, reminded me a little of my own dog, and the chemistry between Mick and Quinn was scorching hot. While this one still contained Ms. Shalvis' trademark humor, it also contained a bit more weight and depth than most of her stories, and I liked the addition. On the Lisarenee Romance Rating Scale this one earned a STEAM rating--too hot for a fan, but you still have a handle on things. You should use extreme caution when reading a book with this rating in public. People may inquire as to why you looked flustered and flushed.

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Friday, June 16, 2017

The Pleasures of Passion (Sinful Suitors #4) by Sabrina Jeffries

Title: The Pleasures of Passion (The Sinful Suitors Book 4)
Classification: Adult Fiction
Genre: Historical Romance
Series: The Sinful Suitors (Book 4)
Mass Market Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: Pocket Books (June 20, 2017)
ISBN-10: 1501144464
ISBN-13: 978-1501144462
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Notes: I received an eARC loan from Netgalley. Thank you.

Once upon a time a boy and a girl secretly fell in love, but their timing was wrong...
He participated in a duel that left a man dead and had to flee England.
She had ailing mother whom she couldn't leave behind and so she the two had parted ways.
Months later she would be married to another, and thoughts of a future together seemed to be at an end.

Now, seven years later, they are pushed together and have a second chance at love, but will misconceptions, lies, and  hurt feelings keep them apart? Only time will tell.
This was the fourth book in the Sinful Suitors series. You could probably get away with reading it as a stand-alone, but you may wish to read 'The Study of Seduction' and 'The Danger of Desire' first. It's in these two books where we are first introduced to these two characters. They will give you a little more of a background on these two and those around them.

This was a romance in which a couple is torn apart by circumstances somewhat beyond their control and are later given a second chance at love. They were quite a stubborn pair, but Brilliana, aka Bree, took the cake because she had the most to lose. Her first marriage hadn't been ideal, but left her in a rather unique position of not needing to remarry if she didn't wish to do so. Niall Lindsey, the Earl of Margrave, has his work cut out for him because Bree isn't sure she wishes to remarry. He'll have to use all his charm and pull out all the stops to win her over which makes this book such a fun read.

These two almost didn't come back together because of the hurt feelings and misinformation, but the meddling of another individual pulls them together when they're recruited to spy on Bree's father. He's believed to be involved in some criminal activities. While there's no love lost between Bree and her father, she's doesn't want her son's reputation besmirched if her father is indeed found guilty of a crime. In exchange for her help, if her father is found to be guilty, he'll receive a reduced sentence. One that will have a lesser impact on her son. Thus, the book gets a healthy dose of intrigue and suspense mixed in with this seriously steamy romance.  They didn't title this one 'The Pleasure of Passion' for nothing, just in case you're wondering.

Overall, I gave this one 4 out of 5 roses. It was full of romance, intrigue, mystery, and suspense. While I felt Bree held out a little too long before giving into passion, it did make for a very enjoyable and amusing read. On the Lisarenee Romance Rating Scale, this one earned a STEAM rating--too hot for a fan, but you still have a handle on things. You should use extreme caution when reading a book with this rating in public. People may inquire as to why you looked flustered and flushed.

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Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Blog Tour and Review for White Hot (Hidden Legacy #2) by Ilona Andrews

White Hot
Hidden Legacy #2
By: Ilona Andrews

Releasing May 30, 2017
Avon Books
The Hidden Legacy series by #1 New York Times bestselling author Ilona Andrews continues as Nevada and Rogan navigate a world where magic is the norm . . . and their relationship burns hot.

Nevada Baylor has a unique and secret skill—she knows when people are lying—and she's used that magic (along with plain, hard work) to keep her colorful and close-knit family's detective agency afloat. But her new case pits her against the shadowy forces that almost destroyed the city of Houston once before, bringing Nevada back into contact with Connor "Mad" Rogan.
Rogan is a billionaire Prime—the highest rank of magic user—and as unreadable as ever, despite Nevada's "talent." But there's no hiding the sparks between them. Now that the stakes are even higher, both professionally and personally, and their foes are unimaginably powerful, Rogan and Nevada will find that nothing burns like ice.
Ilona Andrews writing team (aka Gordon and Ilona)
“Ilona Andrews" is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Gordon was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about that.) They have co-authored two New York Times and USA Today bestselling series—the urban fantasy of Kate Daniels and the romantic urban fantasy of The Edge—and are working on the next volumes for both. They live in Texas with their two children and many dogs and cats.

“My wife is dead.” His voice shook with barely controlled emotion. His eyes glistened. 
“She’s my light. She found me in the darkest time of my life and she saw something in me . . . She believed I could be a better man. I didn’t deserve her or the happiness we had. She loved me, Nevada. She loved me so much, in spite of my faults, and I was the luckiest man alive because when I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw her next to me. She had integrity. She was kind and intelligent, and she tried her hardest to do the right thing so this world would be a better place for our child to grow up in. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved to be happy. She deserved a full and long life. Nobody had the right to rob her of it.”

His face contorted with raw pain and grief. I was trying so hard not to cry. “I love her determination. I love her spirit. I’m proud to have been her husband. And now she’s dead. Someone took this wonderful—this truly beautiful—human being and turned her into a corpse. I saw her on the morgue table. She’s just . . . cold and lifeless as if she never was. Everything is gone except for our daughter and my memories. I have to strive to be the man she thought I was. When my daughter grows up, she’ll ask me why her mother was murdered and I’ll have to answer her. I have to account for my actions. I want to tell her that I found those responsible and I made sure they wouldn’t hurt anyone else.”

He brushed moisture from his eyes with a furious swipe of his hand. “Nobody else will do this. Her family doesn’t have the means, my family doesn’t care, and her employer might have murdered her. There is only me. Will you help me? Please.”

He fell silent. He was sitting here asking for my help and I couldn’t throw him out of my office. I just couldn’t. I remembered when Mom sold our house to pay for Dad’s bills. I remembered when we mortgaged the business and kept it from him, because it would’ve killed him faster than any disease. If someone I loved was murdered, I would do the same thing Cornelius did. He had nowhere to turn. If I slammed the door in his face now, I wouldn’t be able to look my reflection in the eye.

I reached into the top drawer of my desk and took out the blue new-client folder. I opened it so it faced him, placed it on the table, and wrote $50,000 in the margins on the front. “This is my retainer. This stays with the agency no matter what happens. It’s nonnegotiable.”

I used my pen to circle the bottom number on the right side. “These are our rates. This job is likely to be high-risk, so the top rate right here will apply. As you can see, it’s a daily and not hourly rate. Depending on the situation, I may have to charge you hazard pay or additional expenses. The retainer acts like a deductible. Once the amount billed to you exceeds it, you will make additional payments in installments of $10,000. After we’re done here, you may want to go to the bank and withdraw at least $20,000 in cash. We may have to bribe people . . .”

“Thank you.”

“This is a bad idea. Please reconsider.”

He shook his head. “No.”

I walked him through the privacy policy and had him sign all of the waivers. “What happens once we find whoever is responsible?”

“I’ll take care of things from there.”

“Meaning you’ll kill your wife’s murderer.”

“It’s the way Houses handle things,” Cornelius said.

“Well, I’m not a House. I’m a person with a family, and I respect and try to obey the laws of this country. I won’t hesitate to defend you or myself, but I won’t condone murder.”

“Understood,” Cornelius said. “How do we start?”

“I need to be able to speak to Matthias Forsberg. I need face-to-face time so I can ask him some questions. I can make the necessary calls tomorrow, but he’ll refuse to see me.”

“You don’t have the social status and you work for his competitor.” Cornelius nodded. “Matthias is an active participant in the Assembly. He never misses a session. Tomorrow happens to be December 15th. The session starts at 9:00 a.m.”

“I don’t have admission to the Assembly.” The Assembly was an unofficial executive body that governed the magic users at state and national levels. The Texas State Assembly met in Houston. A family had to have at least two Prime-caliber magic users in three generations to be considered a House and each House had a single seat. Technically the Assembly had no power within the US government, but, practically, when the Houses spoke in one collective voice, both Congress and the White House listened.

“A family name has to be good for something, right?”

Cornelius smiled. It never reached his eyes. They stayed bitter and haunted. “As a Significant and a scion of a House, I’m free to attend the Assembly and bring a companion of my choice. I intend to be an active participant in this investigation, Ms. Baylor.”

“Call me Nevada,” I told him. “Good. Then we’ll meet here tomorrow at seven.”

Title: White Hot (Hidden Legacy)
Classification: Adult Fiction
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Series: Hidden Legacy
Format: Hardcover; 352 pages
Publisher: Avon (May 30, 2017)
ISBN-10: 006267479X
ISBN-13: 978-0062674791
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Notes:  I received an eARC loan from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. I am also an Avon Addict which means I love the books that Avon publishes enough to volunteer to read as many ARCs and books as they can send my way. So you'll be seeing a lot of books reviewed by me from this publisher. Please note, however, that if I don't like a book, it will be truthfully reflected by a low rating.
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A century and a half ago, the Osiris serum was discovered by scientists which unlocked a person's magical abilities. The serum was given to soldiers so that wars could be won, but scientists didn't comprehend what they'd truly done until much later and by then it was too late. The serum was locked away, but the damage had been done because it was soon found that magical talents could be passed from parent to child. The world as we knew it was changed forever as a restructuring of power occurred. Money no longer guaranteed power, influence, and prestige in this magically oriented new world, rather, one's magical abilities did. For from the power of magic, one could acquire the rest.

Talents varied among people, but each person showed potential toward one specific type of magic. Among the varying types of magics, ranges of talent were soon noted and magic users were categorized into five different ranks: Minor, Average, Notable, Significant, and Prime. The highest and strongest being Prime. Soon magical dynasties, as the most powerful of magical families came to be called, were broken into houses and attempted to manipulate and enhance their family's magical potential by arranging marriages which would bring about the most gifted and talented of offspring. 

Nevada Baylor is a private eye working for the family business--Baylor Investigative Agency. The firm specializes in small-time investigations. She's just been hired to help Cornelius Harrison of House of Harrison find his wife killer. Normally they wouldn't take a case this big. Nevada decided to make an exception. 

On Tuesday night, Nari Harrison, and three of her colleagues, all lawyers from Forsberg Investigative Services, entered Hotel Sha Sha. Minutes later they left in body bags each riddled with bullets. Nari had called Cornelius earlier to say she'd be working late, but gave no specifics. House Forsberg claims whatever she was doing at the hotel was not work related. Cornelius wants her killer brought to justice. specifically, his type of justice. He's hiring Nevada to find out what happened and who is responsible. Nevada may be delving into a Pandora's Box because whatever it is that went down is without a doubt something bad or House Forsberg would not be trying to cover it up.  
This is the second story of the Hidden Legacy series and I'm hoping what I read at the end is wrong. It said 'Wildfire', the third book in the series, will be the conclusion of the series,er, trilogy. SAY WHAT???? NO!!!! Please, say it ain't so.

This book takes place two months from where 'Burn For Me' left off and in that time Nevada hasn't heard from Rogan. She now feels justified in telling him she wouldn't be his mistress, but that doesn't keep her from missing the big jerk. Once she's on the track of Nari Harrison's murderer it's just her luck that Rogan would once again cross her path and the two once again find themselves teaming up. I loved the sexual tension between these two and I can't wait to see where the third book will take them.

Nevada is still discovering what she can do with her powers, and her abilities are getting stronger. Soon she won't be able to keep her particular talent under wraps. Cornelius, her client, has some surprising powers of his own. I don't want to say too much about this book because I'll start entering into the land of spoilers, but let me just say the series just keeps getting better and better. I kept being pleasantly surprised by twists and turns.The story was extremely well crafted and if you haven't started the series, you really need to.

So what are Gordon and Ilona's response to whether or not 'Wildfire' is indeed the last book of the series?

"It depends on sales. There was a significant break between the releases and paranormal/UF is in decline, so the deck is stacked against it. We’ll know next week, when the first sales numbers come in, if this series is alive or dead. But…If the sales numbers suck and the publisher will not want more books, we will still write at least one more and self-publish. We won’t leave you hanging. 🙂" *

So if you want this series to continue please pick up a copy and buy it. I did even before reading the above.

If you haven't already figured it out, I gave this one 5 out of 5 roses. I love how we keep learning more about the inner workings of the Hidden Legacy world, and the powers the people possess. The chemistry between Nevada and "Mad" Rogan is scorchingly hot. Plus, I adore seeing the family dynamics between not only Nevada and her family, but those in the Houses as well. Dare I say I like it more than Ilona's Kate Daniels series? Okay, I confess, once I read the next book of the Kate Daniels series I'll totally be switching sides because I do, in fact, love them both and whichever one is current will most likely be my fave (Yeah, I'm fickle that way). On the Lisarenee Romance Rating Scale this one earned a STEAM--too hot for a fan, but you still have a handle on things. You should use extreme caution when reading a book with this rating in public. People may inquire as to why you looked flustered and flushed. Now picture me trying to use some mind power on you that surely someone in the Hidden Legacy series has as I keep repeating....."Buy the Hidden Legacy books. Buy the Hidden Legacy books." I really don't want this one to end so if you like the series join the SOS campaign--Save Our Series! lol
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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Early Review of Silver Silence (Psy-Changeling Trinity, #1; Psy-Changeling, #16) by Nalini Singh

Title: Silver Silence (Psy-Changeling Trinity)
Classification: Adult Fiction
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Series: Psy-Changeling Trinity / Psy-Changeling
Format: Hardcover: 464 pages
Publisher: Berkley (June 13, 2017)
ISBN-10: 1101987790
ISBN-13: 978-1101987797
Author's Website:
Notes: I received an eARC loan via Penguin Random House's First to Read program. Thank you. Any quotes used will need to be checked against the final version as they are subject to change.

'OCTOBER 2082 IS a new beginning. 
Psy, human, and changeling, all three races have agreed to work together to unite their divided world.
The Trinity Accord is the fragile foundation of all their hopes and dreams of a future without war, without violence, without shattering loss. 
It is a noble ambition. 
But the past is not an old coat that can be discarded and forgotten. It is a scent that clings and clings and clings.
That scent is of blood and betrayal and a chilling, emotionless Silence.
The psychically gifted Psy seek to feel emotion for the first time in over a hundred years. 
Changelings with their primal hearts fight their natural instinct to trust only pack, only clan. 
Humans look to the future with a  grim‑eyed determination to no longer be the weakest race. 
And  others . . . they seek to spread chaos and death and division. 
Welcome to the Age of Trinity...'

Silver Mercant forgets nothing, is never caught off guard, and has a steely presence that makes even the most rowdy of individuals sit up and take notice. Family legend has it they are descended from a long line of loyal knights who once served a king. Whether that is true or not, Mercants have always understood that honor defines a family.

While Mercants would unrepentantly strip a mind to protect their family, they don’t believe in using such methods to increase their own power or wealth. That is not a practice other Psy families have abided by, and the ramifications of that choice are just starting to come to light. The distrust built over the years has some wondering if the Trinity accords might be a clever ploy by the Psy to take control. In the wake of Silence's fall, a new group has emerged seemingly overnight, HAPMA, Humans Against Psy Manipulation has reared its displeasured head trying to stop the peaceful unity of Trinity.

When Silver becomes the object of an assassination attempt, there is no telling who is behind it. The suspect list is too long. For to take out Silver, who has her hand in so many things, would definitely bring about chaos, disorder, and slow down the world's healing process. She is the scion of Ena Mercant, Kaleb Krychek's most senior aide, and the head of the EmNet, the Emergency Response Network. Luckily, a changeling bear who has a soft spot for Silver, Valentin Nikolaev--the alpha to the Stonewater Clan, was present when everything could have gone so wrong, yet ended up just right...

This is Silver's story.
This was another wonderful story that Ms. Singh has created in her Psy-Changeling world for which the series name has now been modified, from this point on, to include the term Trinity to signify the start of a new age/phase. If you like Urban Fantasy novels with a paranormal bite to them and haven't read one of the Psy-Changeling books, then you need to pick one up and get reading. The world is phenomenal, the characters are multifaceted and complex, the romance is swoon worthy, and the writing is masterful. I, however, recommend you start at the beginning and read the first book, 'Slave to Sensation', along with a few others followed by the previous book to this one, 'Allegiance of Honor', before reading 'Silver Silence'. I must warn you, however, the books are addictive and it's hard to stop with just one or two or three or.... You get the picture.

Silver Mercant is a key player in uniting the three races of the world. Trinity has its work cut out, and needs strong and smart people dedicated to the cause. While Silence is breaking, Silver has no plans on breaking her own silence because for some, like her, it works. She believes silence helps her to focus on what is important and to break it would make her less efficient. Valentin, hopes to prove the beautiful, powerful young woman wrong. He thinks she'd make an ideal mate and sets about putting a plan in motion to win her over.

Valentin Nikolaev has recently taken over as alpha of the Stonewater clan. Not everyone in the clan is happy about his ascension to power. His father had been the alpha before him and things had not ended well. Split between his plans to court Silver and his duties to his clan and his desire to gain back to those who left when he rose to power, Valentin has a full plate. I must admit this bear of a man won me over quick with his playful ways and dedication to winning Silver over. He was a man with a plan and if anyone could manage to put cracks into Silver's Silence, it had to be him.

The song that kept playing in my head could be nothing other than Elvis Presley's 'Teddy Bear'. lol

'Baby let me be,
your lovin' Teddy Bear
Put a chain around my neck,
and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear.

I don't wanna be a tiger
Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be a lion
'Cause lions ain't the kind
you love enough.'

I couldn't help but give this one 5 out of 5 roses. I absolutely loved it. There is not a bad thing to be said. Ms. Singh serves up another delightfully delicious hot and steamy romance which her fans have come to expect. The stories have layers of depth to them and after reading one of these, I feel spoiled and pampered and eagerly await her next installment. On the Romance Rating Scale, this one earned a SHOWER rating--a cold shower is necessary (need I say more?). Some books should come with a warning - make sure your significant other is handy or your shower is in working order. lol

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The Girl with the Make-Believe Husband (Rokesbys #2) by Julia Quinn Blog Tour

The Girl with the Make-Believe Husband
Rokesbys #2
By: Julia Quinn

Releasing May 30, 2017
While you were sleeping...

With her brother Thomas injured on the battlefront in the Colonies, orphaned Cecilia Harcourt has two unbearable choices: move in with a maiden aunt or marry a scheming cousin. Instead, she chooses option three and travels across the Atlantic, determined to nurse her brother back to health. But after a week of searching, she finds not her brother but his best friend, the handsome officer Edward Rokesby. He's unconscious and in desperate need of her care, and Cecilia vows that she will save this soldier's life, even if staying by his side means telling one little lie...

I told everyone I was your wife

When Edward comes to, he's more than a little confused. The blow to his head knocked out six months of his memory, but surely he would recall getting married. He knows who Cecilia Harcourt is—even if he does not recall her face—and with everyone calling her his wife, he decides it must be true, even though he'd always assumed he'd marry his neighbor back in England.

If only it were true...

Cecilia risks her entire future by giving herself—completely—to the man she loves. But when the truth comes out, Edward may have a few surprises of his own for the new Mrs. Rokesby.

Julia Quinn 

Julia Quinn is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-five novels for Avon Books, and one of only sixteen authors ever to be inducted in the Romance Writers of America Hall of Fame. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family.

Manhattan Island
July 1779

            His head hurt.
            Correction, his head really hurt.
            It was hard to tell, though, just what sort of pain it was. He might have been shot through the head with a musket ball. That seemed plausible, given his current location in New York (or was it Connecticut?) and his current occupation as a captain in His Majesty’s army.
            There was a war going on, in case one hadn’t noticed.
            But this particular pounding—the one that felt more like someone was bashing his skull with a cannon (not a cannonball, mind you, but an actual cannon) seemed to indicate that he had been attacked with a blunter instrument than a bullet.
            An anvil, perhaps. Dropped from a second-story window.
            But if one cared to look on the bright side, a pain such as this did seem to indicate that he wasn’t dead, which was also a plausible fate, given all the same facts that had led him to believe he might have been shot.
            That war he’d mentioned... people did die.
            With alarming regularity.
            So he wasn’t dead. That was good. But he also wasn’t sure where he was, precisely. The obvious next step would be to open his eyes, but his eyelids were translucent enough for him to realize that it was the middle of the day, and while he did like to look on the metaphorical bright side, he was fairly certain that the literal one would prove blinding.
            So he kept his eyes closed.
            But he listened.
            He wasn’t alone. He couldn’t make out any actual conversation, but a low buzz of words and activity filtered through the air. People were moving about, setting objects on tables, maybe pulling a chair across the floor.
            Someone was moaning in pain.
            Most of the voices were male, but there was at least one lady nearby. She was close enough that he could hear her breathing. She made little noises as she went about her business, which he soon realized included tucking blankets around him and touching his forehead with the back of her hand.
            He liked these little noises, the tiny little mmms and sighs she probably had no idea she was making. And she smelled nice, a bit like lemons, a bit like soap.
            And a bit like hard work.
            He knew that smell. He’d worn it himself, albeit usually only briefly until it turned into a full-fledged stink.
            On her, though, it was more than pleasant. Perhaps a little earthy. And he wondered who she was, to be tending to him so diligently.
            “How is he today?”
            Edward held himself still. This male voice was new, and he wasn’t sure he wanted anyone to know he was awake yet.
            Although he wasn’t sure why he felt this hesitancy.
            “The same,” came the woman’s reply.
            “I am concerned. If he doesn’t wake up soon...”
            “I know,” the woman said. There was a touch of irritation in her voice, which Edward found curious.
            “Have you been able to get him to take broth?”
            “Just a few spoonfuls. I was afraid he would choke if I attempted any more than that.”
            The man made a vague noise of approval. “Remind me how long he has been like this?”
            “A week, sir. Four days before I arrived, and three since.”
            A week. Edward thought about this. A week meant it must be... March? April?
            No, maybe it was only February. And this was probably New York, not Connecticut.
            But that still didn’t explain why his head hurt so bloody much. Clearly he’d been in some sort of an accident. Or had he been attacked?
            “There has been no change at all?” the man asked, even though the lady had just said as much.
            But she must have had far more patience than Edward, because she replied in a quiet, clear voice, “No, sir. None.”
            The man made a noise that wasn’t quite a grunt. Edward found it impossible to interpret.
            “Er...” The woman cleared her throat. “Have you any news of my brother?”
            Her brother? Who was her brother?
            “I am afraid not, Mrs. Rokesby.”
            Mrs. Rokesby?
            “It has been nearly two months,” she said quietly.
            Mrs. Rokesby? Edward really wanted them to get back to that point. There was only one Rokesby in North America as far as he knew, and that was him. So if she was Mrs. Rokesby...
            “I think,” the male voice said, “that your energies would be better spent tending to your husband.”
            “I assure you,” she said, and there was that touch of irritation again, “that I have been caring for him most faithfully.”
            Husband? They were calling him her husband? Was he married? He couldn’t be married. How could he be married and not remember it?
            Who was this woman?
            Edward’s heart began to pound. What the devil was happening to him?
            “Did he just make a noise?” the man asked.
            “I... I don’t think so.”
            She moved then, quickly. Hands touched him, his cheek, then his chest, and even through her obvious concern, there was something soothing in her motions, something undeniably right.
            “Edward?” she asked, taking his hand. She stroked it several times, her fingers brushing lightly over his skin. “Can you hear me?”
            He ought to respond. She was worried. What kind of gentleman did not act to relieve a lady’s distress?
            “I fear he may be lost to us,” the man said, with far less gentleness than Edward thought appropriate.
            “He still breathes,” the woman said in a steely voice.
            The man said nothing, but his expression must have been one of pity, because she said it again, more loudly this time.
            “He still breathes.”
            “Mrs. Rokesby...”
            Edward felt her hand tighten around his. Then she placed her other on top, her fingers resting lightly on his knuckles. It was the smallest sort of embrace, but Edward felt it down to his soul.
            “He still breathes, Colonel,” she said with quiet resolve. “And while he does, I will be here. I may not be able to help Thomas, but—”
            Thomas. Thomas Harcourt. That was the connection. This must be his sister. Cecilia. He knew her well.
            Or not. He’d never actually met the lady, he felt like he knew her. She wrote to her brother with a diligence that was unmatched in the regiment. Thomas received twice as much mail as Edward, and Edward had four siblings to Thomas’s one.
            Cecilia Harcourt. What on earth was she doing in North America? She was supposed to be in Derbyshire, in that little town Thomas had been so eager to leave. The one with the hot springs. Matlock. No, Matlock Bath.
            Edward had never been, but he thought it sounded charming. Not the way Thomas described it, of course; he liked the bustle of city life and couldn’t wait to take a commission and depart his village. But Cecilia was different. In her letters, the small Derbyshire town came alive, and Edward almost felt that he would recognize her neighbors if he ever went to visit.
            She was witty. Lord, she was witty. Thomas used to laugh so much at her missives that Edward finally made him read them out loud.
            Then one day, when Thomas was penning his response, Edward interrupted so many times that Thomas finally shoved out his chair and held forth his quill.
            “You write to her,” he’d said.
            So he did.
            Not on his own, of course. Edward could never have written to her directly. It would have been the worst sort of impropriety, and he would not have insulted her in such a manner. But he took to scribbling a few lines at the end of Thomas’s letters, and whenever she replied, she had a few lines for him.
            Thomas carried a miniature of her, and even though he said it was several years old, Edward had found himself staring at it, studying the small portrait of the young woman, wondering if her hair really was that remarkable golden color, or if she really did smile that way, lips closed and mysterious.
            Somehow he thought not. She did not strike him as a woman with secrets. Her smile would be sunny and free. Edward had even thought he’d like to meet her once this godforsaken war was over. He’d never said anything to Thomas, though.
            That would have been strange.
            Now Cecilia was here. In the colonies. Which made absolutely no sense, but then again, what did? Edward’s head was injured, and Thomas seemed to be missing, and...
            Edward thought hard.
            ...and he seemed to have married Cecilia Harcourt.
            He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the green-eyed woman peering down at him.

Title: The Girl With The Make-Believe Husband
Classification: Adult Fiction
Genre: Historical Romance
Series: A Bridgertons Prequel (Rokesbys)
Format: Hardcover: 304 pages
Publisher: Avon (May 30, 2017)
ISBN-10: 0062674773
ISBN-13: 978-0062674777
Author's Website:
Notes:  I received an eARC loan from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. I am also an Avon Addict which means I love the books that Avon publishes enough to volunteer to read as many ARCs and books as they can send my way. So you'll be seeing a lot of books reviewed by me from this publisher. Please note, however, that if I don't like a book, it will be truthfully reflected by a low rating.

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Once upon a time a young lady did the unthinkable. She honestly didn't mean to do it. She'd gone with the  most honorable of intentions, her only wish was to find her brother whom she'd been told was there and nurse him back to health. Yet when she arrived and no one seemed to know where the young man had gone, one thing just naturally lead to the other. She heard his best friend had arrived and was suffering from life threatening injuries so she tried to see him. When they told her she couldn't, she just couldn't stop herself and it just came out. A huge, horrible, enormous, behemoth of a lie came out--she told them he was her husband.

Oh the scandal of it all...
This book is a prime example of why I love Julia Quinn novels. They contain all sorts of romantic goodness mixed in with an irresistible combination of witty banter, charming humor, and sexual tension/attraction that always leave me reminiscing of the days when I first fell in love with my husband. Ms. Quinn has a wonderful imagination which she uses to create humorous situations that tickle the funny bone, wonderful characters that you wish you could befriend, and stories that when you finish, leave you smiling, grinning, and anxiously awaiting her next book release.   

Cecilia Harcourt finds herself in dire straights. Her father died a few days ago, then she receives word that her brother was gravely injured, followed by her cousin showing up on her doorstep. Her cousin is next in line for inheriting the entailed family estate, and is hoping for word of her brother's demise. When her cousin starts making unwanted advances towards her, she decides to go in search of her brother intending to nurse him back to health and ensure he doesn't die. Unfortunately, when she arrives in New York there appears to be no sign of him. Luckily, she's smart and thinks fast. 

Edward Rokesby has suffered a head injury. When he emerges from his coma he wakes to find he's married but can't remember anything which transpired in the last several months. Did he marry his best friend's sister? He can't recall, but he finds he doesn't mind the idea so much. He definitely could see himself marrying Cecilia, the question is did he?   

I  couldn't help but give this one 5 out of 5 roses. If you're looking for an example of how to take a fan favorite, in this case the movie 'While You Were Sleeping', and rewrite it making it your own this is the way it's done. Ms. Quinn captured the magic of the original by using some of the key elements of the story and then refreshed it by changing the time period and setting and adding an original spin with a healthy dose of her own magic, thereby, making it into something new. She owned it and that is not something easily done. I adored seeing Edward and Ceilia simultaneously get to know each other through their correspondence, of which snippets are included at the head of every chapter, and in the story's real time, which encapsulates the body of the story. On the Lisarenee Romance Rating Scale, this one earned a STEAM--too hot for a fan, but you still have a handle on things. You should use extreme caution when reading a book with this rating in public. People may inquire as to why you looked flustered and flushed.

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