Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Review: The Witch is Back by H.P. Mallory

The Witch is Back
Series:  Jolie Wilkins #4
Author: H. P. Mallory
Publisher: Bantam
Genre:  Adult, Supernatural, Romance
Release Date:  July 31st 2013
Pages:  288
Format: eBook
Source: purchased!
View/Purchase:  Goodreads | Chapters/Indigo.ca/KOBO | Amazon | B&N | The Book Depository
Rating


Reason chosen:  

Because I love this series. So much.


Summary taken from Goodreads:


Funny and feisty witch Jolie Wilkins is back—or rather, she’s back to her humble beginnings. Propelled into the past to her old Los Angeles fortune-telling shop, Jolie has no idea she possesses extraordinary powers, and she definitely doesn’t remember becoming Queen of the Underworld. But at least she has two incredibly sexy men vying for her affection: Rand Balfour, who looks very familiar, though Jolie can’t place his gorgeous face, and Sinjin Sinclair, who is tall, dark, and perfect . . . except for the fangs.


Yet despite her steamy love life, Jolie can’t shake the sense that something is not quite right—like she’s stuck in a déjà vu gone terribly awry. As both men race against time—and each other—to win Jolie’s heart, the fate of the Underworld hangs in the balance. And Jolie’s decision can either restore order or create an absolute, drop-dead disaster.

Review:

Hmm...this book is hard to judge. I’m not sure exactly how I feel about it. Well I guess I kind of do. This book was basically to make a certain group of people happy, in my opinion. It was a book that had to happen to lay something in Jolie’s life to rest. I can’t say that there were moments that I didn’t enjoy because there was. Jolie has been put back in the past (again), but she doesn’t know it, and things have changed. She meets Sinjin first and it changes a lot in her life. There are things that Sinjin can teach her that Rand really cant and she learns these things in this novel. But, the whole time I’m rooting for Rand. For rand to save her.  To come find her because I know that it just isn’t right. The book doesn’t really reflect any of the previous story line...well, not the part about the war and uniting the underworld. This novel really just focuses on Jolie and her resolving some issues in her life. It was good, but I feel a little betrayed. 

Good:

Rand-- I love Rand!

Bad: 

Jolie--This is a different Jolie and I’m not sure if I like her the same way I like the “present” Jolie

Overall (Writing style, story line, and general):’

Overall I understand how the book was needed. Her torn feelings for Sinjin and Rand looked like they were going unresolved and they needed to be addressed. I will admit that I liked some of the stuff that was learnt in this novel and the way that Jolie changed in the end. It was an emotional roller-coaster that even had me confused sometimes, but all-in-all it was still a good read.

Previously In the Series:


Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble (#1)->Click for review
Toil and Trouble (#2)-> Click for review

Witchful Thinking (#3)-> Click for review

Next in the Series:

Something Witchy This Way Comes (#5)-> Click for review

Viewer Type Recommendation:

If you love some sexy Warlocks, some sexy vampires, and a good story line this series is one to check out. Oh...and its generally funny too. Added bonus.

If you liked this you'll probably love:

Frostbite series by Stacey Kennedy, Coveted by Shawntelle Madison, Naked Werewolf series by Molly Harper,The Cat’s Meow by Stacey Kennedy, Married with Zombies by Jesse Petersen, Temping is Hell by Cathy Yardley, Accidental Werewolf by Dakota Cassidy The Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris,Shifterseries by Rachel Vincent, Daughters of Glen series by Melissa Mayhue, PoisonPrincess by Kresley Cole, Charley Davidson series by Darynda Jones, MercyThompson series and Alpha & Omega series by Patricia Briggs, maybe even the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich

Read Completely: 
Yes


Trailer:



Author Info:

Author Website/Bloghttp://hpmallory.com
Twitter: @HPMallory
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/hpmallory


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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Review: Witchful Thinking by H.P. Mallory

Witchful Thinking
Series:  Jolie Wilkins #3
Author: H.P. Mallory
Publisher: Bantam
Genre:  Adult, Romance, Supernatural
Release Date:  February 28th 2012
Pages:  257
Format: eBook
Source: Purchased!
View/Purchase:  Goodreads | Chapters/Indigo.ca/KOBO | Amazon | B&N | The Book Depository
Rating


Reason chosen:  

Because Jolie Wilkins is the best witch around.

Summary taken from Goodreads:

Jolie thinks she’s seen it all, but life continues to spring surprises. The latest shocker? She’s just been crowned Queen of the Underworld. Jolie may possess a rare gift for reanimating the dead, but she doesn’t know the first thing about governing disparate factions of supernatural creatures. She can barely maintain order in her own chaotic personal life, which is heading into a romantic tailspin.

First there’s sexy warlock Rand, the love of her life, from whom Jolie is hiding a devastating secret. Then there’s Sinjin, a darkly seductive vampire and Jolie’s sworn protector—though others suspect he harbors ulterior motives. As the two polar opposite yet magnetic men vie for Jolie’s affection, she must keep her wits about her to balance affairs of state and affairs of her heart. Overwhelmed, under pressure, and longing for love, Jolie decides it’s time to take charge—and show everyone that this queen won’t take jack.

Review:

Oh Jolie. You never fail to disappoint. This novel brings us back to the “present” and Jolie has a lot of decisions to make. She needs to stand up, tell Rand the truth, and confront Sinjin. Stuff just couldn’t get more awkward and exhausting for her. She needs to decide whether or not she wants to be queen, what to do about the people in her life that seem to be making decisions behind her back, and really she needs to slap Rand in the face so he can get his stuff together. The novel ends with a big bang and made me smile and then gasp in surprise. I can’t get enough of the devilish Sinjin, the handsome and good hearts Rand and the craziness that is Jolie. I need to know what happens...I’m reading this series till the end!

Good:

Jolie--She’s hilarious. 

Rand-Sexy...but has his head up his you know what.

Sinjin--I still don’t trust me, but I still like him.

Bad: 

Sometimes the story did move a little slow for my liking.

Overall (Writing style, story line, and general):

Overall the story was wonderful like all the others in the series. I’m captivated by Jolie who is fighting to have a normal life while falling for the supernatural world that H.P. Mallory has created. The writing was easy to follow and as always there were many funny parts. I find the world is so vivid that it could almost be real and I’m tell you...it’s sucking me in.

Previously In the Series:

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble (#1)->Click for review
Toil and Trouble (#2)-> Click for review

Next in the Series:

The Witch Is Back (#4)-> Click for review
Something Witchy This Way Comes (#5)-> Click for review

Also, apparently there is a Sinjin Sinclair spin-off series coming soon.

Viewer Type Recommendation:

If you are a love of Supernatural romance that has a really great story line and some awesome characters than this is for you.

If you liked this you'll probably love:

Frostbite series by Stacey Kennedy, Coveted by Shawntelle Madison, Naked Werewolf series by Molly Harper, The Cat’s Meow by Stacey Kennedy, Married with Zombies by Jesse Petersen, Temping is Hell by Cathy Yardley, Accidental Werewolf by Dakota Cassidy The Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris, Shifterseries by Rachel Vincent, Daughters of Glen series by Melissa Mayhue, PoisonPrincess by Kresley Cole, Charley Davidson series by Darynda Jones, MercyThompson series and Alpha & Omega series by Patricia Briggs, maybe even the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich

Read Completely: 
Yes


Trailer:





Author Info:

Author Website/Blog: http://hpmallory.com
Twitter: @HPMallory
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/hpmallory


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Thursday, 25 July 2013

Cover Reveal! The Only One by Megan Vernon

Click out the cover for the companion novel to The Only Exception by Megan Vernon



ABOUT THE ONLY ONE:

Honor student, manager at the campus coffee shop, owner of an impressive sweater collection – Melanie Wilder has it all together. Then John “John Boy” Walden strolls into her life wearing nothing more than an impish grin and all-too-revealing loin cloth.

Soon, make-out sessions replace homework, lust triumphs over work. And to further crumble her perfect world, an unexpected phone call threatens to take away everything she’s worked for. 

Now, as Melanie struggles to pick up the pieces, she realizes that John may be the only one to put her life back together…unless he shatters it first. 

Excerpt:

I looked around the basement, sipping whatever concoction some guy poured out of a cooler. He called it a ‘magic potion’ and I hoped that didn’t mean he rufied it. I don’t know how Monica talked me into this.
A horde of girls clad in nothing more than lingerie pushed past me as if I were nothing more than another one of the paddles on the paneled wall. I tried to pull back but then I came face to chest with a set of abs and felt all of the magic potion cascade down my cardigan.
I gasped once the cold liquid soaked through both my layers and hit my skin.
“Too bad, that was such a nice sweater…” A deep voice said.
I looked up, all the way past the chiseled six pack and to a pair of cool blue eyes. “Maybe you should just take it off up in my room and I can help you dry off.” He leaned in, his full lips right on my ear. “Or make you wetter.”
My breath caught in my throat, rendering me speechless. Luckily my best friend Monica jumped between us, pushing the guy back so I got a full view of him and realized he was only wearing a loin cloth and a large smile.
"Down John Boy." She scowled at him and then turned to me, almost knocking her beret off. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I-I-I spilled my drink."
Monica's eyes narrowed as she looked down at the red liquid soaking through my gray sweater. She whipped her head around to the loin cloth clad guy. "Was this your fault? Are you trying to get my friend naked?"
He held up his hands, a cockeyed grin on his face. "Purely an accident, Lib."
Ah, now I knew where I’d seen him before. He had come into the coffee shop we worked at a few times. I don’t think he even glanced in my direction more than to hand me his student ID to pay, but was always calling Monica ‘Lib.’ I’m guessing because she was an extreme liberal.
Monica's boyfriend, the governor's son Trey Chapman, pushed through the crowd. When I usually saw him he was polished in dress pants and a dress shirt, but his Halloween costume was nothing more than a pair of American flag boxers, a dress shirt, and some gray hairspray. He looked ridiculous. I still don't know how Monica talked him into the Clinton and Lewinsky couples costumes.
"Hey, I’ve been looking for you." He slipped his arm around Monica's waist. "What's going on here?"
"Your big brother here spilled a drink on Melanie to try and get her naked."
"Hey!" John yelled.
"It wasn't his fault," I piped in. "It’s crowded here and he just ran into me. It’s fine."
"Fine?" Monica raised her eyebrows. "That Hermione costume you've been wearing since middle school is covered in ever clear and Kool aid. That’s not fine."
"I haven't worn this since middle school!" Okay, truth was, it was my go-to costume. I bought it for the first movie's midnight showing and wore it for every movie opening and Halloween since.
"Whatever." Monica turned her head to Trey and tugged on his shirt. "You can just wear Trey's shirt."


ABOUT MAGAN VERNON:


Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. When not writing she spends her time fighting over fake boyfriends via social media. 

You can find her online at www.maganvernon.com.




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Wednesday, 24 July 2013

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The Truths about Dating and Mating
By Jaycee DeLorenzo
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Spunky Italian coed Ivy Rossini likes to talk and push the boundaries. She gets to do both as she co-hosts Riordan College’s radio program, The Truths about Dating and Mating, alongside her lifelong best friend, Ian Hollister.

Being the only girl who cares to see beyond Ian’s bad boy reputation has its advantages, especially when he’s scaring off the jerks who just want to nail the campus sex-guru. It’s when he’s “protecting” her from the advances she welcomes that she wants to lob him over the head and tell him to butt out. But Ivy feels like she’s the one who’s taken a hit when Ian almost kisses her at a party. She knows she should feel relieved when he pulls away, so why is she disappointed instead?

What’s worse, Ivy’s now getting aroused by Ian’s slightest touch and can’t stop entertaining thoughts of a romantic future. But Ian doesn’t do relationships, and she’s not interested in anything casual. In the end, Ivy decides it’s best to keep her growing feelings a secret and hope they’ll pass. However, when Ian begins hinting at wanting to take things to the next level, she’s forced to decide if a chance at something more is worth risking everything they’ve built.

With their friendship and her heart hanging in the balance, can Ivy follow the advice she and Ian give their listeners - to communicate, be honest, and trust in themselves - or will insecurity, stubbornness, and pride ruin any chance of their relationship getting off the ground?

Excerpt:

I turned to look into my mirror again, but drew up short. “Wait a minute. What exactly are you doing here?”
Ian leaned to reach for something just outside the door, coming up with a black hamper stuffed to the brim with dirty clothes. “I need another load done. I’m running out of socks.” He gave me a beaming smile, then crossed to my bed, dropped the hamper on the floor and flopped down on my bed.
Who did he think he was kidding? “God forbid you didn’t bring them to me right now,” I said, drumming my fingertips on my inner hipbone.
“Like I said, I’m running low.”
“We both know you’re not here because of the laundry.”
Ian rolled onto his back and crossed his arms under his head. “Why am I here, then?”
“Oh, it couldn’t be the fact that my blind date will be arriving in about ten minutes, now, could it?”
His shit-eating grin said it all. “Oh, was that tonight?”
I stepped to the bed and grabbed one of my pillows, smacking him square in the face with it.
Ian wrenched the pillow from my grasp and slid it under his head with his eyebrows waggling. “Hey, thanks.”
Huffing, I threw up my hands and stalked to my dresser. Opening the wooden jewelry box on top, I rifled inside for some earrings.
“Hey, I know,” Ian said, as if the idea had just occurred to him, “you should blow that guy off and come out with me.”
Boy, did I want to, but I made my bed by pushing Chelsea to set the date up; now it was time to lie in it. “Sorry, but I’m not doing that.”
Ian thrust out his lower lip in a pout. “I see. You’d rather spend the night with a complete stranger than come out and play with me.”
I sighed. “You know that’s not true. But who I’d rather spend time with is irrelevant. It’s all set.”
From my peripheral vision, I saw him flail his arms and legs on the bed like he was three seconds away from throwing a tantrum. “Come on. Do you really think there’s a chance in hell that this is going to be a love match?”
“Never say never.” I looked up from my jewelry box to see him gazing at my legs with a deep frown. “What?”
“You forgot a couple of buttons.” His finger pointed to the slit at the front of my dress, which opened all the way up to my thighs.
“No, I didn’t. This is the way it’s supposed to be worn. Otherwise, I won’t be able to walk.”
“Oh.” With a disgruntled look, he reached over for my iPod from the nightstand and began scrolling through it.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I warned. From the jewelry box, I pulled out two different earrings: a dangling gold earring with red beads and a gold cartouche with my name engraved in hieroglyphics. I held one up to each ear and studied myself in the mirror. I turned so Ian could see them. “What do you think?”
“They look great.”
“You didn’t even look. Come on, which ones?”
Sighing, Ian tore his eyes from my music player and looked at both earrings. He pointed to the cartouche. “That one.”
I put the dangly one back into the box and pulled out the matching cartouche, sliding one into each ear. Shaking out my loosely curled hair, I spritzed on some perfume, and then checked my gloss for smudges. “Okay, I’m ready, which means it’s time for you to go.”
Ian continued to study my song-list as if I hadn’t even spoken.
“Ian, don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. It’s time to go bye-bye,” I said. “Scram. Adiós. Ciao!” I went to the bed and lifted my foot to the mattress, kicking it several times and making it impossible for him to read the iPod screen. “Vamoose!”
“Okay, okay.” He released an exaggerated sigh and swung his legs over the side of the bed, forcing himself into a standing position. “You’re still meeting us at O’Shea’s, right?”
“That’s the plan.” I picked up my purse from my dresser and hung the strap over my shoulder. “Now, come on.” Placing my hands on the small of his back, I pushed him toward the door. “Scoot.”
Ian leaned back against my palms, putting up a resistance. “What time will you be there?”
“I’ll get there when I get there,” I cried in exasperation. I finally managed to get him out of my room. “Now quit stalling. He’s going to be here any minute, and you won’t be.”
“Why are you so eager to get rid of me?”
“Because,” I panted as we neared the front door, “this date is going to be hard enough as it is. I’m not going to subject him to your overprotective brother routine.”
“First of all, I don’t have a routine.” Ian slid to the side, propelling me into the door.
“Hey!” I whirled around to catch him, but I needn’t have bothered. He wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, he stepped right before me, blocking my path away from the door. The sudden change in his expression made me go still. It was nothing overt, but there was something . . . a sharpness in his eyes, a pinch to his mouth, that made my heart stutter and quickened my breath. “Secondly,” he said, “I’m not your brother.”
Swallowing to moisten my suddenly dry throat, I nodded. "I know that."
He stepped closer and his hands slid over my hips. "Do you?"
Time slowed down and my heart sped up. My mouth opened and closed as I failed to come up with a reply.
“Because what I’m feeling around you lately is anything but brotherly.” His eyes dropped to my mouth, lingering for a long moment, before he looked back up again. “And it’s frustrating as hell that you keep pretending things aren’t changing.”
I blinked, stunned by his admission. I’d seen things here and there to indicate he saw me differently than before, but to hear him admit it out loud was mind-blowing. I didn’t know if I wanted to do a happy dance or run away. I shivered, instead. His hands still cupped my hips, and his thumbs kept brushing the sides of my inner hip-bones, causing my nerve endings to spark and snap like firecrackers.
My shuddery exhale made Ian’s eyes sharpen. Their green hue darkened and he stared at without falter, analyzing my reaction.
I felt like a deer in headlights and imagine I looked like one, too. I gulped, trying to command the individual muscles in my face to move, but they felt paralyzed. And he still wasn’t moving.
Do something, dammit!
Ian’s eyes traveled down my face again and stopped on my mouth. His lips pressed together, and it was clear he was debating whether or not to close the gap between us.
He was so close. All I would have to do was lift my head off the door and our mouths would touch. The only thing stopping me from doing just that was the small, niggling voice in my head reminding me of his words from the day before. “What about what you said at the panel?”
“What did I say?” he murmured, keeping his eyes on my lips.
“About mixing friendship and relationships?”
“Hmm.” He nodded and moved in a little closer. “What about what you said?”
“What did I say?”
“About taking risks?”
I had said that. I’d also said the girl had to decide if it was worth it. “Is this one worth it?”
His gaze darted back to my eyes. “You tell me.”
“I really don’t know.”
Ian closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. A moment later, he dropped his head on my shoulder. “Me, either,” he said. “This is so confusing.”
Tell me about it.

Jaycee DeLorenzo hails from Tucson, Arizona, on the outskirts of the Saguaro National Park – which she believes to be the most beautiful spread of desert in the world. By day, Jaycee is an English language teacher to elementary students. By night, she’s a wife, mother, writer, cover artist, website designer, and blogger. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, cooking, singing (very poorly), catching up on her favorite T.V. shows, and researching.
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