Dreamland Book Blog

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner

AddToAny

  • Home
  • About Me
  • Life Style
    • UNDER CONSTRUCTION
    • UNDER CONSTRUCTION
    • UNDER CONSTRUCTION
  • UNDER CONSTRUCTION>
  • UNDER CONSTRUCTION
  • UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Dreamland Book Blog


Released : March 29th 2013
Format : Ebook
Price : only for 99 cents

               




Heven and Hell #3.5

Where I came from everything is perfect. Everything is beautiful and predictable. Life isn’t measured by days, but by infinite joy that never ends.

But it did.

When I fell in love with a man who was perfectly imperfect. 

The price for forbidden affection was steep and my beautiful white wings withered and died around me. 

I was fallen. I am fallen.

Years have passed, and I’ve learned the true meaning of time. I’ve learned to build a wall around myself and exist alone. Yet, when he looks at me… the heart beneath my armor trembles.

But I must remember.

I must remember that I might not have anything left to lose, but he certainly does. And risking him is something I won’t do. So I lock my feelings where they belong.

Beneath


Perfection was sometimes boring.

That was one of the phrase that caught my eye when I was reading Beneath. 

I have been a loyal fan of Cambria works since her first novella Before was published, and to say as much as I am anticipating for her Heven and Hell series, I am also as excited to read her novellas! (which are prequels to her books). Each novellas are approximately 60+ pages, but 60 pages is all it took to reel me in. Beneath was no exception. 

Gemma was one of the unique character that I have grown to love, Beneath gave me a better insight on her history and her relationship with Cole, I was utterly swoon, and to be honest, I thought Gemma was one of the kindest character I've ever known. 

I fell in love with Sam and Heven, but Cole and Gemma's connection was equivalently explosive! Beneath made me teary, how is that even possible?!

Cambria just have her own way with words, sophisticatedly crafted, Beneath would do as great even if it is a standalone! 

Cambria made Heaven and Hell sound much more interesting than I thought.

If you haven't read her series, make sure you do. And if you haven't read Beneath, what are you waiting for?!

Happy Release Day for one of my favorite author, Cambria Hebert! 

Reviewed by,



Saturday, March 30, 2013 No comments


Midnight Synopsis 


Life has always seemed impossible for IxBryn Rowan, and it's about to get even more complicated. 

IxBryn is a Knight Blood, an immortal human rendered by science to bring about harmony between the two races of Earth, the humans and the vampires -- at least, that was the plan. A terrible tragedy occurred, and IxBryn is now the only surviving Knight, hunted for the potency of her blood, which will render any Immortal nearly unstoppable for a time. 

With nowhere left to turn, IxBryn makes her way to Variance, the most prestigious and important City on Earth, to stay with her cousin Bristol, the only person alive who truly understands her, and in turn stumbles upon a secret war breeding within the shadows -- a struggle in which she soon becomes the prize. 

With danger at every turn, IxBryn may have to learn to rely on those who appear untrustworthy -- even the labeled sociopath Zarrod Kingsbury, an Ancient vampire, and one of the Elite, who has interests of his own. 

The first novella in the Knight Blood series, Midnight introduces readers to a parallel Earth, where vampires roam free, fate is never concrete, and where home can be found in the strangest of places. 


Note: This novella series contains violence and suggestive material, and may not be suitable for all readers. 


Hi everyone,

I have been a fan of Alexandra ever since I read her first book, and has been a loyal follower too! None of her books ever disappoint and I love to participate in her blog tours!

But for this time, Alexandra has decided to make her Midnight blog tour slightly different from the rest.

"Things are not always what they seem."

To me, the world is never black and white, the world is a colorful place and that is what makes life interesting, and that is also why we cannot judge something only by right or wrong, there are the maybes that we should also consider!

Life is subjective, and nothing is ever what it seems!

What are your thoughts? Share with us! And as part of the blog tour, Alexandra has created a giveaway specially for this event!
a Rafflecopter giveaway


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Knight-Blood-1-ebook/dp/B00C1O8JTC/ref=la_B005H83YVW_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1364447352&sr=1-12

AmazonUK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Knight-Blood-1-ebook/dp/B00C1O8JTC/ref=la_B005H83YVW_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1364447382&sr=1-12

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/299907


About Alexandra Lanc


Alexandra Lanc is an American author who writes New Adult, Young Adult, and Adult in a variety of genres including fantasy, science-fiction, contemporary, poetry, horror, and more. Alexandra has been writing since she was small, and draws inspiration from her friends, dreams, and the world around her.

Alexandra is a big supporter of fellow authors, and writing communities. She participates in and supports NaNoWriMo, and is a moderator for the New Adult Authors community on Google+.

Alexandra is also an artist, and her artwork can be found on her book covers.

Visit Alexandra on the web at www.AlexandraLanc.com
Visit Alexandra’s blog: Words Of The Worlds
Follow Alexandra on Twitter @AuthorLanc
Follow Alexandra on Google+: Alexandra Lanc
Alexandra’s Goodreads Page: Alexandra Lanc

Posted by,


Friday, March 29, 2013 2 comments

Quick Facts

Publisher: Christina Channelle
Published: Dec 21 2012.
Genre: YA
Formats: Kindle.
Purchase from: Amazon 







What would you do if your dreams were more than just dreams?
When you knew in the depths of your soul that you were unlike the rest?

For seventeen-year-old Dahlia Winters, this is her truth. Her coping mechanism is to simply forget and deny the strangeness that is her life. Orphaned, her past remains a mystery. Now residing with a foster family, she finally feels normal--or attempts to. Yet, dreams continue to torment her. Not only consumed by visions of miraculously healing wounds, but of a lust for something she should never naturally crave.

Then a green-eyed stranger enters her life echoing her inner thoughts and voicing warnings about others wanting to harm her. He knows things about her that no one should possibly know, and he awakens her in ways she never expected.

This leads Dahlia to discover who she really is, for she is more than just human. With this newfound knowledge, and the elements suddenly fighting against her, she finds it hard to trust anyone. And as she finally awakens and comes to grips with the power she possesses, she fights to stay alive.

Before the world, as she knows it, ceases to exist.



Prologue:

I was five when I knew something was different about me...my first memory.

Parentless, I had no recollection of who they were or what they even looked like. All I knew was that I was alone, residing at an orphanage disconnected from the outside world—disconnecting myself from the outside world. I pictured it even now, like an oil painting drawn across a canvas. The thick, heavy bristles of the paintbrush created an array of colors as the bright blue sky connected to the shockingly white snow. The snow blanketed everything around me, as if protecting me, the green forest displaying itself at every angle.

This orphanage was out of place in such a nature-infused environment. A large, two-story building, its windows seemed to cover almost every surface of brick. I remembered the brightness of the sun as it hit my sleepy face through one of those many windows. It would instantly warm my body as it greeted me to yet another day.

Taking a closer look, vines covered old, gray bricks as they coursed over the external surface of the orphanage. I used to have nightmares about those same vines making their way into my room as I slept. They’d appear ominously as their shadows pounded against the walls, taunting me as a storm brewed on outside. Venturing toward my bed, the vines would slither across my body, immediately trapping me in place. One would manage to wrap itself around my neck, squeezing tightly, as I struggled for air. Rendered frozen, the feeling of fear took hold as it bubbled up deep inside my chest. And as I felt the burning pain in my throat, a thought would flash through my mind of this moment being my last. It never was, though, as I would instantly wake up.

I always did have a wild imagination.

To chase away the terror, I found myself standing before my windowpane the morning after. The bright sun beating down on my skin, I realized my fear derived from nothing more than a dream. Sighing in relief, I remained motionless, my eyes drawn to the vast forest off in the distance. It surrounded the orphanage, like a gatekeeper, the leaves of the trees bristling in irritation. The wind blew right through those tall structures, whistling, as my ears picked up the all too familiar sound.

I somehow found myself standing directly in front of that very forest. My memory was hazy on exactly how I got there but I recalled waking up, after one of my many dreams, to the feeling of immense hunger as my body stirred in discomfort.

Then I was suddenly at the foot of the forest.

This was not me simply being hungry. I would almost describe it as a feeling of starvation, like there was some essential component that my body missed. Whatever it was, this need was so powerful that I was weak in the knees by the pain as my belly contracted and released, contracted and released, continually. Food provided temporary relief for me, but there was always this presence in the corner of my mind as my brain searched for the one thing my body craved.

I ignored that nagging voice in my head, the one whispering for something I was unaware that I even needed. It was something unfathomable yet inherent. I paid it no attention and just openly stared at the forest that beckoned me. The view distracted me for a moment, which was good, as it temporarily calmed my stomach rumblings. Taking shallow breaths, the cool air blew in and out between my cold, chapped lips.

It was at that exact moment I realized the forest was in fact isolating me from everything and everyone outside of its confines. Almost like a hungry bird circling its prey. Even young, my instincts picked up on that, which immediately told me something.

Eyes were watching me.


Author Bio 



A dreamer, Christina Channelle holds two degrees in health sciences but has always had a passion for writing. You will find her reading other young adult novels, or typing up a new story on her computer. Outside of writing, she enjoys movies, music, and has recently embraced a new-found love for sushi. She resides in Ontario, Canada. Dahlia and Fallen Tears are her first published novel and novella.
She is currently working on the next book in the Blood Crave Series.

Connect with Christina:
Website: http://www.channellewrites.webs.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/channellewrites
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ChristinaChannelle
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/channelle_writes
Blog: http://www.channellewrites.wordpress.com


Guest Post 

10 Things You Didn’t Know About Christina Channelle

1. I have an unnatural fear of birds. I’ll jump at the sign of a sparrow. Scream for dear life at the flock of pigeons in the subway station.

2. I hate ham.

3. I work concerts during the summer so I get to see different musicians which can be fun.

4. I’m Canadian, eh!

5. Obsessed with Reality Television. You name it, I’ve probably watched it.

6. I’m a nerd at heart … and proud of it.

7. I watch Korean Dramas.

8. I hate shopping. When I go to the mall, I treat it like a mission. In and out as quick as possible with the fewest of causalities.

9. The first time I had a grilled cheese sandwich was in university. My friend made me one after she recovered from shock. Yes, I’m sheltered.

10. My first job was at a movie theatre. Best job for a teenager, I tell you. Free movies, anyone?

Posted by,




Wednesday, March 20, 2013 3 comments

Title: PULSE
Author: HJ Daly
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:

Esa is a street girl living in a post apocalyptic world. A world that left her with nothing except the physical and mental scars that drive her to the person she is becoming.

Whilst searching for shelter, she encounters a creature known as a spinner who pulls her onto a perilous path. Now with a horde of goblins close on their heels, they must work together and enter the magical realm in search of answers. Why can she sense magic and why is a powerful sorcerer determined to end her life?

This is an exciting story of power, friendship and secrets. Secrets that threaten to rip Esa’s world apart.

Pulse is aimed towards the young adult market. For those seeking adventure and magic with a futuristic edge. Most fantasy novels tend to hide the magical worlds or show as historic here I have tried to blend the worlds together.




Author Bio:

HJ has always loved books and read at every opportunity. At first reading with her own children and then at schools in a hope of capturing the hearts and minds of the young. Writing became a natural progression for her when her children attended full time education and she had a little free time. 

It wasn’t always about writing though, during her teens, HJ stepped up her Latin American dancing and travelled Europe competing.  




Links:
http://redribbonwrites.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/HJ-Daly-Author/297742513610942?ref=hl
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17210738-pulse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIFYM5L6MUE
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pulse-ebook/dp/B00B9J7X0G/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1359996973&sr=1-11




Excerpt 1

“Oh, girlie, you really shouldn’t have said that.” His beady red eyes greedily took in the girl and seeing no real threat he lunged forward. His sword scraped the wall where moments earlier Esa had stood. Pushing from the wall, she twisted to the side and drove her dagger deep into the goblin’s extended arm. A yowl filled the room and he swung his sword blindly in her direction. In one fluid movement she dropped to the floor and kicked her leg out. Boot hit shin and he fell to the floor grabbing his leg. 

“No one calls me girlie.” Standing over him she turned the dagger around in her hand, bringing the hilt down on the base of his skull. “Night, night.” Wiping the blood from her blade on her jeans, she turned her attention to Rootu.
Excerpt 2

Thomas stopped as he reached the wooden door. It stood slightly ajar and he could see Esa nestled in the corner, her back to him. He stifled a gasp as he caught sight of her skin. At the bottom of her ribs he clearly saw an old knife wound, across her shoulder blades were a number of what looked like cigarette burns, and line upon line of marks like wires. Some old, silvery in the light and others still red and puckered. The skin had attempted to grow over large gashes through the years, but nothing could hide the evidence of a brutal attack. What drew his attention was the huge scar that started at her waist and snaked its way up her spine and eventually wrapped itself around her neck.


Monday, March 18, 2013 No comments



Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.

Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond's life. He saved her life, and then guided her, teaching her how to seize control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.
A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness.

Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.

The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.

A dark, engaging and promising read. 

For a Demon, Dolan is an angel. If you are imagining haloes, genormous wings and a demon seeking for redemption, Dolan is the absolute opposite, and worse. The closest thing Dolan has to a halo is his shiny blonde hair, but then again, Dolan is still an angel.

No history, Dolan was a meaningless existence, all his life was about obligations and consequences, and he did not need another task to further burdening his nonexistent life. But there's something about the desperate 4-year old who makes his life a living hell, yet again and again he found himself fulfilling his promise to a girl who sees him as her guardian angel. There is just something about this lonely, broken girl who makes him human again.

I read this book in one sitting, unable to pull myself away from the alluring and haunting story plot. Short yet emotional, I was able to connect to Leora almost instantly, her loneliness and vulnerability was what made me symphatize the 4-year old. I liked that the author tells the story in a period of 4 years, and it is interesting how we progressively see Leora develops from a young, innocent girl into a mature woman.

But, Leora is not your usual heroine, in fact she grew up to be a strong yet selfish person, yet you couldn't bring yourself to hate her. It is interesting to see how Dolan constantly puts her down, and Leora trying to seduce him. There was a point where I get rather teary and paused a little while. 

The ending was perfect, but I just wished the story would be longer and filled with more twists, and it would be nice to have a more detailed elaboration on the characters. The chemistry between Dolan and Leora was evident.

If you are looking for a short and emotional erotic read, this is just the book for you. 

I was even inspired to write a poem for Dolan!

Angels are heavenly, Demons are unholy,
Yet there is an exception for him solely, 
For he regained humanity, 
In an act of loyalty,
For loving a human soul. 

Happy reading. 

Source

Author Bio:

Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own.  She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running.  When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.

Links:
Websitewww.kimcarmichaelnovels.com
Twitter@kimcarmichael4
Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/kimcarmichaelnovels

Amazon Pagehttp://www.amazon.com/Kim-Carmichael/e/B0098RNFUI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1




Excerpts:

He tilted his head. "You look older."

She forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am at last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed.

He put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"

His words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him. "Never."

"You were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I came here for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her. "I have needs as well."

"Tonight I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."
He shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."

She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need."
He grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."

She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation.

"I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed his palm to the side of her face.

Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book."

His jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."



Posted by, 




Sunday, March 17, 2013 3 comments

Title: Textual Encounters
Author: Morgan Parker
Genre: Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours


Synopsis

Katie discovers an unlocked iPhone in the back seat of a taxi. But instead of turning it in to the driver as lost, she decides to keep it for herself. Outside of the usual clutter you would expect to find on a smartphone, what captures Katie's interest is the single conversation she finds on the phone's secure text messaging service, a three-month dialogue between a woman with an uncertain past named Christine and a single, eligible man named Jake. What starts out as a message intended for someone else ends up being the beginning of a relationship more powerful than anything Christine or Jake have ever experienced.

Author Bio:

Morgan Parker is the pen name of someone who thinks he is more important than he really is.
At 38 years old, Morgan has two young children and is married to a woman who puts up with his
self-diagnosed hypochondria and literary obsessions.



Excerpt 

8:03pm:
Did Melissa tell you that Peter was abusive?

8:04pm:
Of course she didn’t, because she never knew that part of him.

8:05pm:
I bet she didn’t tell you that he doesn’t even know that I live in the same city as
he does. Of course she didn’t, because she never asked me about Peter when I
texted her two weeks ago.

11:38pm:
I’m curious, Jake. How did Peter come up in your conversation with Melissa?
Were you asking, or did she volunteer. Because if you were asking, then I have
to wonder why you never asked *me*.

11:40pm:
Because if you had asked me, this is what I would have told you:

11:43pm:
Peter and I met in high school. He was the greatest guy I’d ever met. Smart,
handsome, extremely charming. He was a year younger than me and all of the
girls in the school wanted to be with him. So to have him to myself, to have “won”
him, I felt pretty special.

11:45pm:
Anyway, Peter and I were together eight years. We tolerated each other through
my last year in high school and my four years of college. By the time I finished
my CPA, he hit me five times. He threatened to kill me six *thousand* times. I
guess it depends on who you ask, but that is either five times too many, or six
thousand times too many, but for me it was both.

11:48pm:
I moved to New York with him for two reasons. The first is that he proposed to
me once he was offered a job at Arthur Andersen and I was afraid to say no,
and the second is because I saw New York as my last and only opportunity for a
fresh start. In Chicago, I didn’t think I could break free the same way. He had so
many friends to keep an eye on me, he knew where to find me, etc.. So I tagged
along.

11:52pm:
Our first week in NYC, I had six interviews, three in one day, two the next and
the last one on Friday. I didn’t make the Friday interview because I was in the
hospital. When I showed up for the second round of interviews the following
week, I never heard back from two of them. I’m sure you can figure out why.

11:55pm:
When I met Melissa, I was still with Peter. It was optics by then, Jake. Of course
we were high school sweethearts. Of course I *loved* him more than anything.
Of course we were planning a huge wedding on Long Island, my dream wedding
that was *fit for a princess.* Of course we were trying to have children. And of
course Melissa saw two people madly in love with each other.

11:57pm:
That’s how these kinds of relationships work – all about what it *looked* like. I
didn’t want to make another trip to the hospital!

11:59pm:
When Andersen promoted Peter to Toronto, I promised him I would follow. Would
you have told him anything different?

12:01am:
I packed all of our stuff and shipped it out with him. Even my stuff because I was
allegedly on the verge of getting transferred myself. It was easier to have it there
waiting for me because then he knew I was serious about making the move,

right? And if he knew I was serious, he would give me the space I needed to find
my next job without telling him anything about it.

12:03am:
I had to take these kinds of steps because if Peter ever returned to NYC to hunt
me down, I couldn’t risk him walking down whatever street I decided to move to
and recognizing an old lampshade or anything else that I might put out for the
trash. Call me paranoid, but would you have taken that chance?

12:05am:
So to address your comment about following him to Toronto, are you smoking
fucking crack? Moving here is not *following him*, it’s either being dragged or
tiptoeing delicately around a sleeping bear.

12:06am:
I love you Jake, I really do, but next time it might make better sense to ask me
directly.


Links:

http://www.textualencounters.com
http://www.amazon.com/Textual-Encounters-Christine-Affair-ebook/dp/ B00AOVHK76/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1
Buy Link http://www.amazon.com/Textual-Encounters-Christine-Affair-ebook/dp/
B00AOVHK76/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1


Posted by,


Saturday, March 16, 2013 No comments

Title: Mark of the Witch
Author: Jessica Ginson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Synopsis 

Magic flows through Jillian Proctor's veins as surely as blood, but so far her life outside

Boston has been peaceful. William Morgan blows into Jilly's life like a hurricane,
unleashing her magic and sending her out of control. Unknowingly, William brings an
enemy who only wants to posses the power of the witch. Jilly must learn to harness her
magic before she loses it - and everything in her life is destroyed.



Author Bio:

Jessica Gibson is a recovering bookaholic, she's down from four
books a week to a more reasonable one. It was that love of words
and creativity that made her dream about writing her first book. That
dream was hidden for years, always put on the back burner, filed away
in the "someday" section, until her husband Matt gave her the kick in
the pants she needed to actually get off her butt and write.
Jessica and Matt live in Southern California and have a serious
addiction to reality tv shows like Pawn Stars and American
Restoration. They have one son and hope to add to the family in the
near future.

Aside from writing, she runs an online event planning business
called the Release Day Diva. In addition to novels, Jessica writes and
maintains the blog Book on the Bright Side. Keep up with Jessica and
her latest releases and events on her blog.

Links

Website: www.releasedaydiva.com
Blog: www.thisauthorslife.blogspot.com
Book Blog : www.bookonthebrightside.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-Gibson/120212814747940
Twiter: @jessicajgibson



Posted by,



Wednesday, March 13, 2013 1 comments


Title: Crimson Flames
Author: Ashley Robertson
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description:

Half-vampire Abby Tate is determined to learn more about the sorceress powers that were awakened inside her when she was turned into a vampire—making her a whole new hybrid species. There’s a group of rogue vamps banding together and forming a Resistance against the vampire governing body, The Head Council, and Abby’s newly discovered powers are the key to the Council’s victory. Now the Resistance will do anything possible to remove the hybrid threat, and with no other options, Abby is forced to rely on the aid of the Council, yet can she trust the very vampires that hunt for her human lover? And even worse, can she fight the unwelcome attraction that’s growing between her and one of those ancient vampire rulers?

Add to your Good Reads shelf: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17287650-crimson-flames


Author Bio:

Ashley Robertson resides in sunny Orlando, Florida, and loves writing about anything paranormal. She also composes poems and songs, though she learned long ago she doesn’t have a singing voice. When she isn’t writing you’ll find her spending time with family and friends, training in her home gym, traveling and exploring new places, and drinking fine red wines and gourmet coffees from her Nespresso machine. 

For a sneak peek at Ashley Robertson’s upcoming books, giveaways, and blog entries go to www.AshleyRobertsonBooks.com 


Ashley's Links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ashley-Robertson-Books/189402414415555
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/AshleyR0bertson
GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4323952.Ashley_Robertson
Blog: http://www.ashleyrobertsonbooks.com/blog/

Chapter One Sneak Peek
1
The Deal

MY STOMACH CLENCHED as I sensed the vampire’s approach. He was close. So close I could feel the thrum of his power vibrating along my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and I knew if I was going to use my power for defense, then I needed to bring it forth now. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe as deeply as I could—which thankfully had gotten easier with practice. I focused on the energy inside me, willing it to the surface, and as I felt it swelling, building like an approaching storm, I threw out my hand, gripped Stone’s shirtsleeve, and urged him to the floor. “Get down! He’s here!”

Stone raked me with a look that told me he was not too pleased, but then fear swept over his face when he realized just how little time we had.

The wooden door to the pub suddenly burst open—bits of wood and dust raining down from the force. Even though Stone should’ve cowered behind me—since his gift of reading blood wasn’t something he could fight with—somehow he’d found some bravery and boldly stood by my side. Though I appreciated it, I didn’t like it, and desperately wished he had listened to me. But I couldn’t think about that and call forth the fire within me at the same time. So I pushed Stone to the back of my mind with the silent promise of dealing with him later. Then I returned my attention to the power building inside me. One last deep breath and my heart shuddered to life inside my chest, making a rhythmic pattern with my faux breathing. A tingling warmth spread from head to toe, then settled on my awaiting hands. Seconds later, there was a glowing orb of fire (about the size of a basketball) cupped inside my palms. And just as the vampire appeared through the settling fog, I called out, “Not another step, Tristan, or it will be your last!”

“I think you should reconsider your threat,” Tristan shot back. “We are on the same side.”

That I sincerely doubted, but I knew killing a member of the Head Council would definitely put me on the “Most Wanted” list. Which I might already be on, since I’d helped the human this vampire was here to claim escape.

“She’s not bluffing!” Stone said through a snarl. I wanted to glare him into silence, but I refused to take my eyes off of the vampire standing in the broken doorway, wearing a black Armani-looking suit—now lightly covered with dust. It was a custom for all members of the Head Council to wear black suits, but each of them would wear shoes and an undershirt of their own choosing. I guess it was a way to express their individual personalities. Yet this one seemed to express himself through his spiked, platinum blond hair, not the basic black undershirt and matching boots—which were much more boring compared to what I’d seen a few of the other Council members wearing. But this vampire was far from boring. He was a tracker for the Council—one of the best hunters on earth. And he was after my human boyfriend.

“You know why I’m here, Abigail,” Tristan bit out. “The human was here.”

I felt my gaze narrow as I carefully took a step forward, the ball of flames growing hotter in my hands. “Yes, he was. It’s my fault he wasn’t captured.”

“That’s not exactly true,” said Stone as he moved up beside me.

I stole a few deep breaths, fighting the urge to throw my fireball at him instead of the blond vampire in the suit.

“Please explain!” Tristan ordered with impatience. But as Stone attempted a reply, he was cut off. “Not you! I want to hear this directly from Abigail!”

“Abby,” I corrected, feeling sweat forming above my brows and pooling between my breasts.

The blond vampire smirked, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“I did not restrain him because I do not believe he will be kept safe once in your hands,” I went on. “And until I can prove his innocence in all of this, I feel it’s best that he stay far away from you.”

A tinge of red formed a ring around Tristan’s irises as he scowled. “That is not your decision. He must pay for his involvement with those rogue vampires, including Bronx. He cannot get away with helping them try to destroy our stronghold.”

“I made an agreement with the other Council members,” I reminded him. “Doesn’t that count for something? Your word is nothing if your actions do not back up what you say.” My voice was getting louder, my patience thinning. And the angrier I got, the more difficult it became to control the fire in my hands.

“Yes. We have a deal,” Tristan assured. “We will not kill him or harm him—just as we told you—but that does not mean he won’t be punished some other way.”

“I don’t believe you,” I snapped.

Stone put his hand on my shoulder. “Abby, maybe you should—”

In a flash of movement, the vampire closed the distance between us and held Stone in a headlock from behind with his fangs hovering over my friend’s neck. And since it wasn’t to drink Stone’s blood, since Stone was also a vampire, then that meant it was a threat to rip out my friend’s jugular. From there it would be too easy to finish Stone by ripping off his head. And that’s when my patience snapped. There were only two ways to kill a vampire—burning to death or decapitation—and he was about to find out firsthand just how very dangerous I was. Sure, he could threaten to kill my friend, but he’d be burned alive before Stone’s head hit the ground. I placed all my focus on the orb of heat in my hand, willing it to retract to half its size while intensifying, growing hotter, then I thrust it at Tristan’s face. In a blur of motion, he ducked, throwing Stone to the floor as the fireball grazed over his head, singeing the soft tips of his hair. A snarl erupted from his throat as his fiery gaze locked onto mine. There was a brief hesitation, burnt hair and musk filling my senses, then something similar to curiosity flashed over his eyes and he was airborne, plunging straight for me. My body shuddered as heat blasted out of every pore, radiating from me like invisible steam. Throwing his arms over his face, the vampire faltered midair and fell sideways, then jumped back once he landed and retreated by the door from which he’d entered. Satisfied I’d made my point, I pulled all the heat back inside me, then rushed over to Stone and helped him up. “You okay?” I asked.

He nodded by way of an answer, then ran his hand through his coffee-colored hair—which was completely messed up now.

My eyes narrowing, I fixed my gaze on Tristan across the bar by the door. “Do that again and I’ll kill you,” I warned.

Tristan brushed some of the dust off of his pants. “Abigail, I’d rather not have to repeat that again. Hopefully I’ve made my point by now,” he said, his mouth curling into an amused grin that nearly reached his eyes. The hints of crimson were gone—for now anyway. “I would not have harmed your friend, as I’m sure Mr. Rayver here is already aware.” He glanced at my disheveled friend, a smirk still pulling at his lips; then his gaze slid back to me. “Your powers make you far greater than just any other Enforcer. You are an equal with us. We should work side by side, you making the sixth, and final member, of the Council. But you must not argue with our protocol. If rules are broken, there are, and will always be, consequences. There are no exceptions to this. Ever. The rules of our kind are ageless. It’s been that way for centuries and shall remain that way indefinitely.”

Well that was news to me. I knew the Head Council wanted my services, but I’d thought they just wanted me to be one of their many Enforcers. Enforcers were gifted vampires like me. Well, kind of. A few months ago I’d been kidnapped by an evil vampire named Bronx and turned against my will, which awakened the sorceress’s bloodline inside me, unbeknownst to me. But Bronx knew all about it, and he’d planned to use my powers to defeat the Head Council. Only I’d killed him before he got the chance. Later on, I’d learned about my real mother being an all-powerful sorceress and how she’d used her magic to impregnate her vampire lover—my father. So I never really was just another vampire. Or even an Enforcer. I was always more than that. A whole new species altogether, a hybrid, and a hot commodity among the vampire world—since there was no other like me. Yet if the Head Council really wanted my partnership, then I just gained a whole lot of leverage. Anxiety curled through my belly. “If you want me to work with you, and of course the others, then I will need you to be more flexible. Rules are always in place for guidance, but we both know they are not in stone. Especially when I believe innocence is a key component.”

“When there is proof of one’s innocence, then we have a trial,” Tristan explained. “But there is no proof of that with this human.”

I thought about that for a moment. Sure, I didn’t have “proof” per se, but I had Tyler’s word. And though he’d lied to me about his alliance with Bronx, and the fact he’d known about my father’s death all along, for some crazy reason I believed him now. “Allow me the time to find the proof you require and I will consider partnering with you.”

Tristan shot me a lasered glare. His face softened but I had absolutely no idea what his thoughts were. Mind reading wasn’t one of my gifts—yet. Since no one could predict what other gifts I’d inherit.
“How can you possibly believe this human didn’t help those rogue vampires?” he asked at last.
Keeping my eyes on Tristan’s, I shook my head. “He was involved. I’m not saying I can prove that differently. He’s innocent of knowing what Bronx’s intentions were, what those rogue vampires’ intentions were.” I paused a moment to suppress some of the heat inside me, though I didn’t completely extinguish it just in case things got hostile again. “He thought he was helping them,” I went on. “He thought they were in trouble. He didn’t realize he was working for the bad guys until…until it was too late.”

Stone snorted in disbelief, but kept his mouth shut. Smart vampire.

Tristan’s eyes widened. “How can you possibly believe that? He must have you brainwashed!”

“That isn’t possible,” I told him.

“What are you speaking of?”—confusion in Tristan’s voice. “Bronx would have claimed you with his mind control had you not killed him first.”

 “No, it’s not possible to brainwash me,” I explained. “And that is how I was able to kill Bronx.” Saying that struck a pang inside my chest: I didn’t want to be a murderer any more than I wanted to be a vampire, err hybrid. “I have the ability of blocking powers.”

A wave of surprise flashed over Tristan’s face. “There is so much to learn about you, Abigail,” he said.

“So do we have a deal?” I asked, taking a couple steps toward him.

Tristan raised a brow. “How much time are you asking for?”

“As long as it takes,” I replied instantly. “I have a feeling you and the others will delay me, since we are all curious to learn more about my powers.”

Tristan closed his eyes momentarily, presumably using his telepathic powers to confer with the other members of the Council. I stole a moment to look at Stone. He was shaking his head slowly, azure eyes with hints of red wide with shock. I shrugged my shoulders warily, knowing fully that to keep Tyler safe, I’d break this deal and the neck of anyone who attacked him. Obviously Stone knew that too.

“We have a deal,” Tristan finally announced.

I smiled. Relief flushed through me as the remnant heat within finally extinguished. Moments later, my breathing slowed and my heartbeat completely stopped. Oh the joys of being a vampire hybrid. “I have one more favor to ask,” I said, a whole new confidence exuding in my voice.

Stone called out, “Abby, what are you—”

“Silence, Mr. Rayver,” Tristan stated. “I am very interested in what Abigail will ask for now.”

“I want to speak to Madelaine. Will Elliott do that for me?” My real sorceress mother, Madelaine, had died long ago, and I’d never even had the chance to meet her. My father and one of his female blood donors, all the while believing she was my mother, had raised me. And though I’d love for Elliott to connect me to my father, I simply couldn’t risk giving away the fact he was dead too. Who knew how that little piece of info would affect the deal I’d just made, or the innocence I wanted to prove for Tyler. Bronx killed my father. But it was because of Tyler’s gift of premonition that Bronx was able to find my dad in the first place. So I guess you could say Tyler did carry some of the blame. But he’d sworn that he never thought Bronx would’ve killed him. And I believed him, hopefully not foolishly. So far I was taking the news of my father’s death okay. Maybe my estranged relationship with him was helping me through the mourning process. After all, he’d left me when I was ten. Fifteen years later, I’d finally gotten a phone call from him, warning me I was in danger. I never had a chance to thank him for trying to help me…or see him again.

“Abigail,” Tristan said, bringing me out of those thoughts. “You’re going to make a great addition to our team. You’re already very good at negotiations.” He chuckled lightly. “It will be our pleasure to call upon Madelaine for you and an honor to introduce you to your real mother.” Holding out his hand, he moved closer, giving me a good view of his violet eyes speckled with the deepest of cobalt, not a trace of crimson in them, which calmed me further. “So we have a deal?”

I nodded, taking his hand inside mine. “We have a deal.” Then I asked, “When do we leave?”
His answer was one simple word: “Dusk.”

I felt my chest tighten as he said it, even though I’d somewhat expected that to be his answer. Moving to where Stone was behind me, I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face against the softness of his tee, yet I could feel the ridged lines of muscle just beneath. “I know I just got back here, but I promise we’ll have more time once this is all over. I will miss you,” I told him, my voice muffled.

He gently grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, just enough for him to look at my face. “What in the hell are you talking about? Do you actually think you can get rid of me that easy?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling confused.

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not!” Tristan shouted from behind me.

I shrugged as a plan formed in my mind. “Wait a second. I think it’s a great idea for Stone to come.”

“No,” Tristan repeated.

“Actually, sir,” Stone said, “I can be of help to both Abby and the Council. I can help look for the information Abby seeks to clear her human while she is tied up with business affairs with you. It would make her that much more available.”

I felt my eyes widen. That was actually better than my plan. “But you hate Tyler.” And he did—with a 
passion.

“Oh I still hate him, but I think the world of you.” Stone gently gripped my chin, caressing it between his thumb and forefinger.

A lone tear I hadn’t felt before dripped from my eye as I smiled. Stone let go to wipe it and I glanced over at Tristan. “Please allow Stone to come with us. He would be a true asset. And he is my friend. Please.”
Tristan was quiet for a short moment, face hard, eyes studying us intently. “Very well.”

“Where are we going exactly?” I asked.

“Boston,” Tristan replied. “We have a few stronghold locations, but we are operating out of Boston right now. It’s good to move around. Staying in the same place for centuries can get quite boring. And it’s not as safe.”

I nodded. I’d never been to Boston before, but I’d heard it was an interesting place. A huge part of me was looking forward to seeing it, checking out all the historic monuments, buildings, and the statue of Sam Adams, if there would be any time for sightseeing. With Stone coming, we would certainly accomplish twice as much, twice as fast. I trusted that he would work diligently on finding a way to prove Tyler’s innocence. Though Stone despised Tyler, I was certain that he cared enough about me to do as he said he would. Yet Stone wouldn’t be upset in the slightest if he was unable to find the proof we needed to clear Tyler’s name.
There was also the uncertainty over what kind of situation I’d be getting myself into with the Head Council. Learning vampire politics and more about the new species I’d become when Bronx turned me…well, that could take more time from me than I could ever imagine. Plus meeting my mother for the first time and finding out more about her set my emotions swirling with anxiety.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep, long sigh. Just take one thing at a time, Abby. One thing at a time. Quit worrying about things that haven’t happened yet. Bronx was dead. Tyler was alive and pardoned for the moment. Lily, my closest human friend and old blood donor, was okay. Stone was here with me now and would stay with me at the Head Council’s stronghold. And I’d gotten pretty good control over my amazing, awesome, and insanely strong powers. I’d say my life, afterlife, whatever, was going pretty darn well at the moment. Yet, at the time, I had no idea just how quickly everything was about to change.

My Review

                   


My first thought after reading both Crimson Groves and Crimson Flames was "How the hell am I suppose to write a review for a book that made me literally speechless?" So then I proceeded to sit in front of my computer and stare at my blank screen for almost an hour, trying to come up with words that can measure up to what I even thought about the book!

***Note : This review will not even begin to cover how much I absolutely adore the series! ***

I've always been in love with vampires, but I don't ever remember being in love with a charming female vampire! (except for Selene from the Underworld movies, it's because I love Kate Beckinsale in general) Abby was a character that you could easily fall for, kick ass and tough, she's just my type of heroine! Having being turned against her will in the first book, it was amazing to see how she matures and fully accepts who she really is, and her attraction to Trace was just...steaming! It literally left me breathless. 

I love that the story was full of excitement and adrenaline junkie, as usual I was clutching tightly to the edge of my seats and Ashley Robertson just *wows* me with her sophisticated writing, I love that the story was elaborated and written in great details, it makes the whole reading journey full of rush!

Not to mention, you can't just help to fall in love with her creativity and vampires! Vampires/Sorcerer? The idea was so new to me and was that intriguing! Not to mention all her characters *hint*Trace*hint* was just so lovable! Paranormal romance at its best! Praises to Robertson!

I highly recommend this book to whoever who is searching for a great paranormal read. Get ready to be hooked!

Posted by,








Wednesday, March 13, 2013 No comments
Newer Posts
Older Posts

About me



Hi! I'm Natasha! A twenty-something-year-old who has way too many hobbies and passions for her own good. I'm recently into drawing (hence, artmateur), binging shows on Netflix, reading romance novels and stalking Pinterest board for my next project.

Follow Me

Subscribe to be a Dreamer!

Dreamland Book Blog

Labels

4 stars 5 Stars - Must Read Author of the Month Blog Tour Blogger of the Month My Blogger Diary

recent posts

Blog Archive

  • ►  2020 (9)
    • ►  May (3)
    • ►  April (6)
  • ►  2017 (247)
    • ►  December (14)
    • ►  November (22)
    • ►  October (30)
    • ►  September (21)
    • ►  August (22)
    • ►  July (14)
    • ►  June (18)
    • ►  May (21)
    • ►  April (24)
    • ►  March (20)
    • ►  February (24)
    • ►  January (17)
  • ►  2016 (199)
    • ►  December (31)
    • ►  November (34)
    • ►  October (35)
    • ►  September (24)
    • ►  August (9)
    • ►  July (5)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (10)
    • ►  April (8)
    • ►  March (8)
    • ►  February (14)
    • ►  January (20)
  • ►  2015 (66)
    • ►  December (8)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  July (1)
    • ►  April (1)
    • ►  March (11)
    • ►  February (23)
    • ►  January (18)
  • ►  2014 (23)
    • ►  December (4)
    • ►  October (5)
    • ►  September (9)
    • ►  July (2)
    • ►  March (2)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ▼  2013 (53)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (4)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  May (1)
    • ►  April (6)
    • ▼  March (16)
      • Beneath by Cambria Hebert Release Day
      • Midnight by Alexandra Lanc Blog Hop
      • Dahlia (Blood Crave Series) by Christina Channelle
      • Pulse by HJ Daly Promo Blitz
      • The Promise by Kim Carmichael Blog Tour
      • Textual Encounters by Morgan Parker Promo & Excerpt
      • Mark of the Witch by Jessica Gibson Cover Reveal
      • Crimson Flames by Ashley Robertson Blog Tour
      • HELP me surport ny brother.
      • Dark Genesis by David Ferraro - Blog Tour + Giveaway
      • Waking the Phoenix by Lindsay Avalon - Cover Reveal
      • Follow Me Friday #27
      • Party Crasher by April Angel
      • Easy (Contours of the Heart #1) by Tammara Webber
      • Midnight by Alexandra Lanc - Cover Reveal
      • Follow Me Friday #26
    • ►  February (14)
    • ►  January (9)
  • ►  2012 (89)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (2)
    • ►  October (3)
    • ►  August (5)
    • ►  July (2)
    • ►  June (2)
    • ►  May (10)
    • ►  April (10)
    • ►  March (10)
    • ►  February (16)
    • ►  January (26)
  • ►  2011 (42)
    • ►  December (20)
    • ►  November (9)
    • ►  October (6)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  August (3)
    • ►  June (1)

Followers

Goodreads

Natshane's bookshelf: read

Booty Camp Dating Service
it was amazing
Booty Camp Dating Service
by Debra Anastasia
Finding Dandelion
really liked it
Finding Dandelion
by Lex Martin
Saven Disclosure
really liked it
Saven Disclosure
by Siobhan Davis
Dearest Clementine
really liked it
Dearest Clementine
by Lex Martin
Killer Potential
really liked it
Killer Potential
by Aften Brook Szymanski

goodreads.com
FOLLOW ME @INSTAGRAM

Created with by ThemeXpose