Monday, May 25, 2015

Review: At the Heart of the Deep by Carrie L. Wells

Available for pre-order now: At the Heart of the Deep: A Falling in Deep Collection Novella



Excited as I am to be the first to review At the Heart of the Deep: A Falling in Deep Collection Novella by Carrie L. Wells, I can double that enthusiasm as I know the release date of my own Falling In Deep novella is that much closer. But more about that later...

This novella (less than 200 pages) is a quick read that leads to the second book in her series of Orotavan Mermaids which should release later this year. The story finds us following two narrators, Anya, an independent mermaid, and her human love, Luke McCallister, an oceanographer, research a bizarre occurrence in the Atlantic Ocean.

Anya and her friends share typical girly banter, but more than that we see her go against the wishes of her father and her tribe to follow her emotional and physical drive to Luke, a human she is told to avoid. However, Luke seems just as infatuated with her, and more than that, he needs her. When she realizes she can save him, it is just too much to avoid, and we find her diving in (pun intended of course). 

The story ends quickly, but remains open for future plot lines to develop. Some will ultimately enjoy the cliff hanging end, while others may wish for a bit more of a conclusion. Regardless, I'm waiting eagerly to see where the two end up next. 

About the Author:

Carrie L. Wells crosses genres, writing everything from newspaper editorials and textbooks to paranormal romance novellas. Her first fiction publication, The Heart of the Deep, will release in June 2015, followed by The Grimoire Girl in October 2015. She grew up in New England, spending time on the beach and inland, fishing and dancing, before moving to Florida. Carrie earned her Master’s degree in English with a minor in Psychology from Hardin-Simmons University and a Bachelor’s degree from the University of Central Florida. With a love of chocolate, books, and her family, Carrie braves the world and chaos only children can bring. She currently lives in Florida with her firemedic hubby and three children. She is an English instructor at Eastern Florida State College.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Review: F#@! Bomb by Naomi Rabinowitz


5 Kisses for F#@! Bomb

Naomi Rabinowitz's F#@! Bomb brought with it a sincerity that echoed books from my childhood. Judy Blume should be proud to see that teens today have alternatives to her books that are just as witty and thoughtful as her own. Sadie brings the average concerns of college freshman to light with a sense of realism. She is a character you can support and sympathize with throughout her story. And seeing her struggle could truly inspire the rest of us dealing with obstacles just as mundane and all-consuming.

It is nice to see a story that relates to the reality of today's life for many and that creates solid characters and scenarios.

Author Bio:

Naomi Rabinowitz is a writer, musician, jewelry designer and author of the YA novel REVENGE OF A BAND GEEK GONE BAD. She lives in New York City with her husband, Jonathan. Like her F#@! BOMB narrator, Sadie, Naomi is currently training for a long-distance walking event – and will be participating in Avon’s 39.3 mile Walk To End Breast Cancer this October.

Author Links -
Twitter: @NaomiRDesigns

Book Genre: New Adult/Women’s Fiction/LGBT Fiction
Publisher: Amazon
Release Date: March 30. 2015

Book Description:

Fatty. Freak. Friendless. Failure. Sadie Abramowitz is used to being alone. The morbidly obese college freshman literally doesn’t fit in anywhere and was constantly the butt of jokes in high school.

So far, life at Cunningham University isn’t much better. Her roommate only communicates in grunts while Sadie’s “dream job” at the school paper has her interviewing her fellow students with questions that practically invite them to insult her.

Things change when she’s assigned a story on Griffin Greenberg, the freshman track star who was one of Sadie’s high school bullies. At first, she’s reluctant to work with the gorgeous Griffin, but soon discovers that he’s not such a bad guy. Plus, he’s been keeping a secret: he’s gay.

As their friendship grows, Griffin challenges Sadie to do something she never thought possible: train for a marathon. Meanwhile, she supports him as he slowly comes to terms with his sexuality. Together, they help each other survive their first year of college – and also learn how to stand strong on their own.

*This book is a New Adult novel with some mature language and situations. It is recommended for readers 14 and up.


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Sunday, May 17, 2015

"His Name is Killian" by Ella Adamian

Erotic Romance

Date Published: November 25, 2014

Killian Stone paints harpies. 

Killian Stone is not into vanilla sex. 

Killian Stone suffers from mood swings. 

Killian Stone has done something very bad. 

The day the painter approaches her on the bridge and asks her to pose for him is the beginning of a lust Melissa won’t be able to bridle. When Killian Stone offers her a month of submission, she’s already too captivated to turn him down. His unhinged sexuality lets her explore her own dark fantasies, but his anger outbursts are scary and devastating. As the time goes by, Melissa realizes there’s something more than just irritability and anger. He has done something which doesn’t let him rest.

A long excerpt

I started with a short drizzle. When the first drop of molten wax made contact with the skin in the center of his chest, he winced with his whole body. He wasn’t expecting it; his arms jolted, but then he smirked and relaxed, waiting for the next drop. I didn’t make him wait. Another splash of wax spurted over his abs and slid down to his left side, cooling and solidifying on its way.
This time he grunted. And again I had that strange feeling of arousal every time the hot wax landed on his skin. Each part of his body reacted differently to the heat. He flinched when the wax nipped his chest, shuddered when it puddled over his tummy; he writhed beneath me when I dripped a drop of wax on his nipple, his breath turning into a quick gasp. I detected every movement of his muscles, watched his ribs shuffle smoothly underneath his skin, his V lines tease me with a light motion. Those moments of us together—him surrendering to me, and me toying with his body—were moments of intimacy and of deep closeness, of trusting each other, and loving each other. As the wax streamed across his skin, as hot as the blood that was snaking through his veins, his body language was telling me things no one else could decipher.
“How does it feel?” I asked, holding the candle above his chest.
I stroked his sweating face, grazed it lightly with my nails. If it was scalding then I needed to quench his fire. I grabbed an ice cube from the bucket on the tray and tipped his brow. He flinched at first, thinking I had dripped hot wax on his face. I couldn’t help giggling. Dripping hot wax on the face is a big “No.” I’d never do that, but it was funny to see how he’d already lost the ability to tell the wax from the ice.
“Let’s play a game,” I said. “We’ll call it ‘A Song of Ice and Fire.’ You’ll have to guess what I’m dipping on you. If you guess wrong, the wax will become hotter.” I bent the glass holder and sprinkled the wax over his tensed biceps. He wasn’t expecting to feel the heat on his arm and laughed nervously.
“Fire,” he whispered.
Another drop of wax landed inside his thigh.
“Fire,” he said again.
A bead of water came off the ice cube and splashed around his nipple, dissipating into his warm body.
I giggled again. It seemed unbelievable how the contrasting sensations of icy and heat had become the same for him.
“Bad boy,” I said, then pressed my two fingers over his belly button and poured a stream of wax on his abs, watching it course down to the spot between his tummy and groin.
“Dammit,” he hissed through pain.
The icy drops rained across his face—on his sweltering brow, and the parted lips, and the stubbly chin—and the scarce rivulets made their way to his throbbing throat.
“Ice,” he sighed out.
I bowed to his neck and licked the tiny puddle of water in the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple. “Good boy. Now try again.”
I took an ice cube and trailed it slowly over his collarbone, then across his chest and down to his hard cock.
“Ice,” he muttered, and as I dipped hot wax over his solar plexus, he again said, “Ice.”
The molten punishment cascaded down his skin. I loved how deeply he moaned, wondering if he’d still not stop me if I poured the hot wax on his genitals. I looked at his face covered with the blindfold. The lips were parted, and low, almost inaudible pants were escaping his mouth. I needed to know if those lips would give out a loud cry if I did that. I covered his cock with my hand and tested a drop of wax on the back of my palm. Although I was holding the candle almost fifteen inches above his body, the wax was still hot.
I saw him tense. Obviously he was not comfortable being cuffed down, and sometimes jerked his hands with so much strength I thought he’d break the bedposts. It has to be hard to give up power when you’re used to being in total control. His cuffed hands clenched into fists and the veins on his neck swelled. He held his breath but even then said nothing. I sat on his knees, the candle in my hand, watching him and waiting for him to stop me. I knew he had guessed my intention, but he was silent. Then I looked at his erection. Big and swollen, begging for my touch. No, that much pain I couldn’t cause him. I took a condom from the tray and sheathed him gently. When I saddled him and took his flesh inside me, a relieved moan of pleasure escaped his mouth. My poor lover, he’d really thought I’d scald his genitals. I took him deeper and began rising up and down, still holding the candle in my hand and dropping the molten wax across his chest and abs, painting his torso with narrow squiggles that slid to his sides and drew abstract patterns over his body.
I may be a meek mistress, but at least I made him come moaning out my name. Then I glanced at what I had done. The wax had cooled all over his body, a composition of blue patterns and unintelligible scrawls stretching from the top of his pecs and spreading over his taut torso. I scraped a bit of wax with my nail, and it flaked off like a thin layer of skin.
From the tray on the bed I picked up a butter knife and began to peel off the pieces of wax bit by bit. I knew it might be nibbling, but that wax had to be scraped away, and I felt like shaping him of clay, raking cautiously scales of wax with the knife or my fingernails. With every scrape he tensed then relaxed as the frozen wax broke and came off him, revealing his pink skin underneath. The hardest was when I reached his treasure trail. I didn’t know how to do that without epilating him. I tried to be gentle, but it didn’t help. He grunted when I plucked out some hairs, then cussed when I pulled another inch of wax off him. I had been shielding that spot with my palm, but the wax had still managed to spread there.
Sorry, my love, I should have been more attentive.
I took the blindfold off his face. It was soaked in sweat. He was lying with his eyes closed, detached and silent. When I laid my palm over his chest, the heat of his body passed to my skin. I put the tray on the floor, then unlocked the cuffs and took a glass of water to his lips. He drank the water greedily as I raised his head and leaned it against my shoulder.
“Hug me,” he murmured when a chill passed through his body. I covered him with a duvet, got under it and pressed my naked body to his. God, how hot he was! But despite the heat of his skin it seemed that he felt chilled. It happens after a wax play, and I continued to lay over him, caress his face and kiss gently his closed eyelids, his nose and lips, and whispered soothing words until his respiration stabilized and the tremors ceased. He raised his lids slowly and made eye contact with me. That soft, exhausted glance did something strange with my heart. It quailed suddenly with a twinge of pain, making me scowl. Killian smiled to me reassuringly, then patted the side of my face with his knuckles. How does he always know what’s going on in my head?
I was in need of care too, so I bowed down to his face, and for a very long time we were just kissing, kissing, and kissing. I love the way he kisses, starting with short, gentle pecks, growing passionate, going down my neck and returning to my lips, slowing down again, then grabbing my jawline and taking my breath away.
“Did you date anyone these past months?” he asked me as I lay in his arms, my face buried against his warm chest.
“No,” I said. “And you?”
“Never mind,” I murmured.
When his fingers dug into my hair, I yawned and plastered myself tighter to his body, which was still abnormally hot. I was feeling sleepy but didn’t want to fall asleep and miss a single touch. I had missed that blissful state so much.

Ella Adamian

Ella Adamian lives in a small country named Armenia and writes in English. She also hides her identity, so that the local law enforcement bodies won’t fine or detain her for her explicit erotic novel “His Name is Killian.” Currently she’s working on the sequel of her first book.

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Sunday, May 10, 2015

Summer Fun with "Falling in Deep"

Love mermaids? Looking for a great beach read? The Falling in Deep Collection, a collection of 15 unique tales of creatures of the deep, is rolling out the first novella in their collection at the end of May.

From mermaids to sirens, Miami to Athens, dark paranormal romance to contemporary stories with steam, the fifteen award-winning and best-selling authors of the Falling in Deep Collection are bringing you mermaid tales like you've never seen before.

Every week beginning May 26th, 2015, we'll be releasing one unique, never-before-published novella! Each novella will feature our favorite creature of the deep: mermaids.

The Falling in Deep Collection (May – September Releases)
Ink: A Mermaid Romance by Melanie Karsak
Of Ocean and Ash by A. R. Draeger
Deep Breath by J. M. Miller
At the Heart of the Deep by Carrie Wells
The Mermaid’s Den by Ella Malone
The Water is Sweeter by Eli constant
The Glass Mermaid by Poppy Lawless
An Officer & a Mermaid by Blaire Edens
How to be a Mermaid by Erin Hayes
Cold Water Bridegroom by B. Brumley
A Beyond the Sea Prequel by Emily Goodwin
Immersed by Katie Hayoz
Siren's Kiss by Margo Bond Collins
To Each His Own by Anna Albergucci

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