Monday, October 25, 2010

Over the Moon by Diane Daniels

From the Cover:
When seventeen-year-old Tiana moves to Hurricane, Utah, her comfortable world is turned upside down as she traverses the rough waters of adjusting to a small town and new school. Her father insists they were supposed to move here for some unknown, important purpose, and the voice in her head tells her not to argue. After resigning herself to being a miserable outcast, Tiana finds that she is not only accepted by most of the students at her new high school but is also the recipient of unwelcome attention from the opposite sex. But then she meets the mysterious Andrew Martin and is soon Over the Moon crazy about him. Andrew seems to be the perfect boyfriend: protective, tender, good with her parents, and a fabulous kisser. But he also has a few unusual qualities: an intuitiveness that borders on mind reading, a touch that seems to heal, and almost superhuman strength. Tiana marvels at his talents but doesn't seriously consider the implications until she can no longer ignore the clues: Andrew does not belong on Earth. When Andrew admits his true identity, Tiana enters a world previously unknown to her and is plunged into mortal danger as it is Andrew's sworn duty to combat evil, extraterrestrial villains who wish to invade Earth and enslave mankind. Join Diane Daniels for a romantic adventure in Over the Moon, which will take you to a world where the impossible comes to life.

Tifferz Take:

I was asked to review this book from Kathy a reader of my blog and she sent me a copy. Thank you!

This is a fun and clever story that captured me from the first few pages. I had to know what happened next. This romance also has some action. I especially enjoyed the scenes with cannibalistic alien bad guys. If you enjoy paranormal romances I think Over the Moon will hit the spot. I will be reading this sweet love story again. This is a great clean read... just some kissing!

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Monday, October 18, 2010

A Bride in the Bargain by Deeanne Gist

From the cover:
In 1860s Seattle, redwoods were plentiful but women scarce. Yet a man with a wife could secure himself 640 acres of timberland for free.

Joe Denton doesn't have a wife, though. His died before she could follow him to Seattle and now the local judge is threatening to take away his claim. In desperation, he buys himself a Mercer bride -- eastern widows and orphans brought to the Territory by entrepreneur Asa Mercer.

Anna Ivey's journey west with Asa Mercer's girls is an escape from the aftermath of the Civil War. She signed on to become a cook -- not a bride. When she's handed over to Denton, her stubborn refusal to wed jeopardizes his land. With only a few months before he loses all he holds dear, can he convince this provoking, but beguiling, easterner to be his lawfully wedded wife?

Tifferz Take:
My friend Melanie told me about this book! So I ordered it and when I got this in the mail and started reading and did not put the book down till it was done! I would say this is a very good historical romance. The plot was intriguing and kept my interest from the very beginning. A majority of the story takes place in Seattle, Washington, in the mid 1800's and is packed full of twist that the reader does not expect and some sexual tension in a very tasteful way. I find myself wanting to pick up more books that have mail-order brides. This is a solid read and I will be reading this one again! So glad I picked this book up!!I hope you enjoy it too!

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Monday, October 11, 2010

Excerpts from Tiger's Voyage by Colleen Houck

Colleen Houck gave me permission to post these excerpts from her next book Tiger's Voyage. I hope you enjoy! I know I can't wait to get my hands on this book!

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

He patted my arm and after considering a moment, said, “One of my sons once caught a small bird with an injured wing. He longed to care for it and keep it for a pet. One day he brought his bird to me. It was dead and he asked me why this had happened. After questioning him, I found out that the bird had flapped its wings. His care had helped the bird to heal. My son panicked and caught the bird before it flew away. He held it so tightly it suffocated.
“Sometimes, those things that are the most precious to us are taken or leave. The bird may have chosen to stay with my son or may have flown away. Either of those events would have led to a happier conclusion, the bird would have been happy regardless, and even though my son would have been sad about the bird leaving, he would have remembered it with a smile as he thought about it living a good life in the forest. But instead, my son was devastated by the death of his pet and had a very hard time recovering from the experience.”
“So you are saying to let him go.”
“What I’m saying is…you will be happier if he is happy. The bird’s wings could have been clipped and he could have been forced to stay with my son but then my son would never know if the bird would have chosen to stay with him.”

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

He picked up the chip which was the size of a grain of rice and placed it in the tip of the needle. When he pinched my skin, I squeezed my eyes shut and drew in a tight breath through my teeth as he found the right spot. I felt a warm hand take mine and Kishan said, “Squeeze as hard as you need to, Kells.”
Mr. Kadam slowly inserted the needle. It hurt. It felt like he was shoving one of my grandma’s giant knitting needles through my hand. I squeezed Kishan’s hand and started breathing fast. Seconds ticked by which felt like minutes. I heard Mr. Kadam say he had to go a little deeper. I couldn’t bite back the whimper of pain and wiggled in my chair as he twisted the needle and pushed it deeper. My ears started ringing and the voices became thick. I was going to faint. I never thought of myself as wimpy, but needles, I realized, make me sick. I was about to keel over, but then I opened my eyes and looked at Ren.
He was watching me with concern. When he saw that I’d opened my eyes, he smiled my favorite lopsided grin, the sweet expression he used only with me, and for just a moment the pain disappeared. For that brief instant, I allowed myself to believe he was still mine, and that he loved me. Everyone else in the room vanished and it was just me and him.
I wished that I could touch his face and brush back his silky black hair or trace the arch of his eyebrow. I stared into his handsome face and let those feelings overwhelm me and in that fleeting time I felt the ghost of our emotional connection.
It was just a mere whisper, like a scent on the breeze that blows past you too quickly, bringing with it a memory of something you can’t quite grasp. I wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light, a flicker of something real, or something I fabricated, but it captured all of my attention. My entire being was focused on Ren, to the point that when Mr. Kadam pulled out the needle and replaced it with a cotton ball, I realized that I’d dropped Kishan’s hand completely.

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

He smiled and pressed a kiss on the back of my hand. We walked another couple hours and held hands the entire time. Kishan was quiet. I reflected again on the differences between him and Ren. Ren was always talking or writing. He liked to think out loud. He said that not communicating was the most frustrating thing about being a tiger.
In Oregon, when we were together, he’d bombard me with questions and comments right after he became a man in the morning. He’d answer questions I’d long forgotten, and talk about things he’d been thinking about all afternoon and couldn’t tell me.
Kishan was the opposite. He was still, silent. He liked to just be, just feel, just experience the things around him. When he drank a root beer float, for example, he delighted in the experience and gave one hundred percent of his attention to it. He soaked in his environment and was happy keeping to himself. I was comfortable with both men. I could appreciate the quiet and the nature more with Kishan. But with Ren near, I was so busy talking with him and, I’ll admit, staring at him that everything else around him diminished.

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

I rushed up to the garden. “Hello, Phet! It’s so nice to see you, too!”
Phet’s arm was stretched out to a little lettuce plant. He crooked his arm, peered at me from under it, and cackled with delight. “Ah! My flower grows hardy and strong.”
He stood up, dusted off his hands, and embraced me. A small puff of dust floated up into the air. He adjusted his robe and shook it out. Clumps of rich, fertile dirt fell off the front where he’d been kneeling.
Phet was about the same height as me but his back was hunched, probably due to age, so he appeared shorter. I could clearly see the shining bald spot gleaming in the center of his wiry bird’s nest of unruly grey hair. He looked around me at Kishan’s hiking boots and let his gaze travel slowly up Kishan’s tall frame until his shrewd eyes stopped at Kishan’s face.
“Considerably sized man travels by you.” He took a step and stood toe to toe with Kishan, put his hands on Kishan’s shoulders, and tilted his head up as he peered into Kishan’s golden eyes. Kishan patiently withstood Phet’s scrutiny. “Ah, I see. Deep eyes. Many colors there. The father of many.”
Phet turned around and picked up his garden tools while I stared at Kishan with a surprised expression, and mouthed, “The father of many?”
Kishan shifted uncomfortably. Color flooded his neck and he turned away to assist Phet. As we walked to the hut, I elbowed him and whispered, “Hey, so what do you think he meant by that?”
“I don’t know, Kells. I just met the guy. Maybe he’s crazy.”
He was speaking nervously as if he was trying to hide something. I pressed, “What? What is it?”
“Nothing. Drop it please.”
“No. Wait a minute. You’re not already a father, are you? Did you and Yesubai—”
“Huh. I’ve never seen you look so disconcerted before. There’s something you’re not telling me. Well, doesn’t matter. I’ll weasel it out of you sooner or later.”
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I eat weasels for breakfast.”

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

I sat in the jungle with my back against a tree. I was tired of running away from emotional turmoil. The reasonable part of my brain told me that Ren most likely had a perfectly legitimate reason for purposefully forgetting me. But there was another side that doubted him and that voice screamed louder. It hurt. If someone had asked me before he was taken if I trusted Ren, I would have said yes. I trusted him absolutely, one hundred percent. There was no question in my mind that he was sincere.
But. A negative voice picked away at me, telling me that I wasn’t really right for him anyway and that I should have expected this. It said that I never deserved him in the first place and that it was only a matter of time before I lost him. I’d always considered him too good to be true. I never wanted to be right but there it was. The fact that he took himself out of the picture made it worse. Much worse. How could I have been so wrong about him? I was naive. I wasn’t the first girl to have her heart broken and I wouldn’t be the last. I’d trusted him. I believed his professions of love.

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

We’d planned to swim the next morning and I headed to the pool to find Randi sunning herself in a tiny red bikini held together with thin gold chains. I mentally groaned in disgust. Kishan and I would have to swim later. I turned to exit but she’d spotted me.
“Oh, there you are! I’m so glad you’re here. Can you be a dear and ask that serving woman, Nilima, to come here? There are some personal things I need delivered to my room.”
“Nilima is not a serving girl.”
She waved her hand in the air and flipped over on her back then started going into great detail about a certain kind of lotion she must have. Wow. Her top barely covered her heaving bosom. It was much too perfect to be real. I wonder how much something like that costs. What if one pops? I giggled.
“It’s not funny,” she languished. “If you cared about your skin at all, you would understand that I need to have that lotion. It would be so much easier to have blotchy, uneven skin like yours. Why, no one even expects you to look pretty. You don’t have the same pressure that I do. Wrinkles might not matter to you, but they do to me.”
Kishan strolled into the room and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
“Kelsey would look beautiful in wrinkles.”

Excerpt From Tiger’s Voyage

“I only wish he was, dragon,” Kishan added. “It’s a terrible curse too. It weakens a man to the point of death, but perhaps it won’t affect you in the same way.”
“What…what do you mean?” the dragon asked.
“It makes you fall in love. With her.” Ren tossed his head towards me while my face registered shock.
The automatically suspicious dragon narrowed his eyes and peered at me, as if trying to glean the truth from my expression.
“She’s already tried to work her wiles on you, hasn’t she?” Ren suggested.
The dragon stammered, “Well, no. Not…exactly.”
Kishan spoke up, “Did she make you feel guilty? Make you want to improve yourself? That’s part of what she does. Before you know it, you’ve lost yourself to her. You’re not the same man you used to be.”
“Now wait just a minute!” I threatened.
“See?” Ren interrupted. “She doesn’t want to be exposed. Believe me. If you keep that Scarf you will soon be besotted with her. She’ll have you giving up whatever is most precious to you.”
“She wouldn’t.”
“That’s what she does,” Kishan said. “Oh, you won’t notice it at the time and you’ll even thank her for it. She’ll make you think it’s your idea and she’ll have you eating out of her hand in no time. Just wait. Can you feel it now? It’s already eating away at you, isn’t it? Festering in your gut?”
Ren elbowed Kishan. “She’s probably already got her hooks in him. See? He’s squirming under her gaze already. He’s been making bad agreements ever since he came back into the room. He shouldn’t have been left alone with her.”
Kishan replied, “Yes, you’re right. But it’s a classic mistake. Anyone could have made it, even a dragon.” He sighed, “Well, she’s drained us of all of our resources so I guess she’ll be happy enough to move on to her next victim.”
The dragon swallowed dryly and darted a glance at me then laughed shakily. “You three had me…had me going for a minute there, but I don’t believe you. You’re fabricating this whole thing.”
“Are we?”

Monday, October 4, 2010

Loyalty's Web by Joice DiPastena

From the Cover:
In twelfth-century France, King Henry II of England has just finished crushing a rebellion by his power-hungry sons and now seeks to tame the lawless barons who supported them in this corner of his “Angevin empire.” To this end, the king has sent the Earl of Gunthar as his royal representative to ensure that Prince Richard and his former cohorts faithfully adhere to the terms of the peace treaty.

Far from being welcomed with open arms, Gunthar no sooner steps foot in the county of Poitou than he is greeted by a series of assassination attempts. All appear to be linked to the former rebellious prince through the agents of the family and friends of young Heléne de Laurant. A clever, intrepid young woman, she realizes that the only way to prove her loved ones’ innocence is by exposing the true assassin. Heléne races against time—and dark secrets of the past—to unmask the killer before the kingdom plunges back into war.

Fierce determination gives way to mutual attraction as Heléne and Gunthar spar over the identity of the traitor. But their blinding magnetism almost causes them to overlook an even deadlier threat from an entirely unexpected direction.

Tifferz Take:

Okay this book has been on my wish list for like a year. I was so excited to buy this book it was like Christmas! Worth every penny. Loyalty's Web is a clean romance with tons of mystery a few murders and forbidden love. What more could you want?

I thought I had things figured out in this book and I tell you Joyce can spin a tale and did an excellent job of the unexpected. Once you open this book be prepared not to close it till its done! This is story did have some abuse it in that was tastefully written. I was not bothered by it at all. If Joyce left the abuse out of the book it would not haven be as powerful. It needs it.

This is a keeper and a must read. I will be reading this one again!

I am a huge fan of Joyce DiPastena and can't wait to get my hands on Illuminations of the Heart. I hope Joyce will be writing more stories for us! Thanks Joyce for your story!! You have a flare for writing.

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Friday, October 1, 2010

Love, The Critic ebook is free for the month of October

ebook decription
Elizabeth Tate once dreamed of being a poet—until her poetry received scathing reviews from someone known only as The Critic. Now, she simply wants to forget that humiliation, marry, and put the past behind her. Unfortunately, it's easier to say than do as she finds herself attracted to a man who may be even more of a perfectionist than The Critic!

The Critic, a Regency romance - free for the month of October
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