Love and kisses: Book Blitz

Kade dropped Rose’s hand and began to pace the hospital’s hallway, taking his heat with him. The air around her felt cooler, and she took a few more deep breaths.
He ran his hand over his head and continued moving as if on a private mission. As if he couldn’t stop himself. As if afraid of what would happen if he did stop. “Deke, the club’s manager, is asking questions about the time you’ve been taking off. You’re the best the club has, but there is a line of women who’d love to take your place.”
Because the money was so good. Yes. She knew. She leaned her shoulder against the cold, concrete wall, grateful for the reprieve from Kade’s body temp. She was glad he’d pulled away. The last thing she needed was another complication.
She focused on the long stretch of silent hallway behind him. “Hopefully Timmy can come home tomorrow. As long as he’s stable, I’ll be at the club every night for the rest of the week. That should shut Deke up for a while.”
Kade paused in front of her, stared at her lips, and paced again. “Deke is also busy tormenting the two new bouncers he hired. They’re smart and strong. Two things Deke hates about other men.”
“Great. Deke feels threatened. That will make life easier for all of us.” She swallowed and lifted her chin. That might explain the weird text Deke had sent her earlier, asking if she needed another way to make money. She wanted to hear what he had to say, though, before giving him a firm answer.
Kade stopped in front of her for a third time and started to reach for her face but dropped his hand. That’s when she noticed a series of scars along his forehead.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips. What was she doing? Noticing such personal things about a man she barely knew?
“Rose.” Her name came out as a plea hidden beneath a whisper, and she opened her eyes. He moved closer. So close that his lips hovered over hers. So close that everything around her heated up again. So close that she had to raise her head to meet his blue gaze. “How can I help?”
“You can’t.”
His eyelids lowered, and she felt his short, choppy breaths brush her cheek. “You don’t have to do what you’re doing. There are other jobs—”
“There aren’t.” She stood taller, despite shame’s heavy weight. She’d do whatever was needed to save her brother. “I barely finished high school and need to make money as quickly as I can. Besides Timmy’s medical bills, I also have legal fees and everyday living expenses.”
He took her elbows and drew her in until she leaned against his chest. He was so much taller, and her head barely reached his chin. She inhaled his masculine scent—a combination of leather and bourbon—and a tear traced her cheek.
Slowly, she moved her hands to his waist.
Kade wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head. She fought against drawing herself in closer when all she wanted was to burrow into his warmth and cling to his strength. That was the thing with shame. It didn’t just strip away your dignity, it left you cold and alone.
Shame left you naked while reality snapped the whip.
And in her case, reality was a bully named Deke who managed Rage of Angels, Savannah’s infamous Goth nightclub.
“You don’t always have to be strong.”
Instead of laughing at his ridiculous statement, she tried to pull away.
Kade tightened his hold and whispered against her hair, “It’s going to be okay.”
You don’t know that. She didn’t say the words because she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the peace of the moment.
She’d met Kade nine months ago when she’d started working at Rage of Angels, and she still knew nothing about him. While he’d helped her get the second waitressing job at the hotel where he bartended, they’d never dated, nor flirted, nor even held hands.
Yet, in the past few weeks, she’d become hyperaware of his presence. No matter if he was bartending or bouncing, she always knew where he was and what he was doing. She’d even begun looking forward to seeing him at work. A miracle since the club was the sleaziest—and most violent—place in town.
When she heard his indrawn breath, she withdrew from his embrace and wiped her eyes, disappointed that he wouldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he stared down the hallway.
She turned just as the overhead fluorescents flickered. For a brief moment, in between the blinking lights, it looked like a man in a black T-shirt was coming toward them with a…gun.
The lights went out. Kade threw her against the wall, using his larger body to shield hers. When the red emergency light flared, she noticed another man behind the gunman. The second man wore a black hoodie and a white eye patch. He also held a thin sword against his thigh.
The red emergency bulb, tucked within an iron cage, pulsed. The man in the hoodie now held the gunman with one arm and slipped the thin sword into his neck. The gunman fell to the ground, and she screamed until Kade covered her mouth. Slowly, the man with the sword lifted his head to stare at her.
Then he wrapped one arm around his waist and bowed.
A moment later, the emergency light burned out and everything went black.


Brothers and fraternities: Book Review

Someone doesn’t like American politicians – and can you blame them/ when some think they are rockstars chucking personal items into crowds and others want to pack the courts to favour their own personal prejudices. Hardly the type who might make laws to defend the under-dog.

And then in American universities especially the more prestigious ones, students will form clubs together that will help them in their future lives. Normally this is done through fraternities, but the Brotherhood in this story is something else and involves politicians. It is a very nasty club indeed that had awful impacts on those the men targeted as part of their club rituals.

Good solid writing as always.

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And the snake rattles?

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(Due to serious subject matter and mature content, please be aware that this book might be an emotional trigger for some readers.)


Wiping the motor oil from his hands, the mechanic looked over my shoulder to the BMW in the parking lot, then refocused on me. “You lost?”

Lost? The man had no idea.

“My car is smoking.”

The corner of his lip quirked. Something about me amused him.

“In that case, let me grab a beer and switch over to Marley.”

I rolled my eyes. My time, and patience, with this small-town country-boy was rapidly waning. “I meant—the hood is smoking. Under it, the engine, whatever, and trust me, I’m not laughing about it.”

“No, I can see that. Did you hit something? Run over anything?”

“Aside from the handful of potholes in this Godforsaken road?” I gestured past the trees to the red dirt road.

“Where exactly?”

“The middle.”

“Where in the middle of the road?”

“I don’t know.”

“What were you doing down Rattlesnake Road?”


“Ma’am, I can do this all day.” Unfazed by my impatience, the man sauntered over to a rolling toolbox and picked up a Coke. Sniffing at it, he scowled and set it aside—but not in the trash can. He picked up another and sniffed with the same result. Then he grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and chugged.

“Home.” I fisted my hands on my hips, annoyed with not only his aloofness, but also how unaffected he was by me. “I was driving home.”

The man lowered the bottle from his lips. It was the first time I saw a flicker of something other than amusement behind his blue eyes. “You live down Rattlesnake Road?”


“Since when?”

“Since not long ago.”


“I’m not sure that’s your business. Can you help me or not? This is a mechanic shop, right?”

He gestured to the dismantled cars.

“Then why don’t you have a sign out front?” Careful not to bring attention to my foot that was still stuck to the cement floor, I curled my toe around the thong of my flip-flop and tried to lift it from whatever the hell had stuck it in place. No luck.

“Don’t need a sign.”

“All businesses need signs. People don’t realize it’s a mechanic shop.”

“You did.”

“What’s your name?”

“Declan. What’s yours?”

“Are you a mechanic?”

“Where are you from?”

“What does that matter?” I asked. “You gouge prices on tourists?”

He took another sip of water, eyeing me over the rim. A thin trail trickled from his chin, wetting his T-shirt. He didn’t bother wiping it.

“How do you know I’m not from around here?” I asked.

“Because a local would’ve already unwedged themselves from the gum that’s got you stuck in place.”

“This is no ordinary gum.”

“You’re right. It’s watermelon Bubblicious.”

“I didn’t know six-year-olds worked on cars.”

He grinned. “You’re a Yankee, aren’t you?”

“As much as I’m enjoying this little tit-for-tat, can you help me or not?”

“I don’t know.” Declan downed the rest of his water, then tossed the plastic bottle into an overflowing recycle bin in the corner. “Oil leak, yep, I can fix, but it depends on what else I find under that hood.”

“Look now.”

His eyes narrowed with the first sign of disapproval of my attitude. He picked up a towel and wiped his hands, then grabbed a handful of paper towels from a roll sitting next to a tin cup oozing with something. He strode toward me, his gaze on mine.

The man truly was massive. My instinct was to back up, but thanks to the damn gum, I was stuck in place. My stomach tickled as he knelt at my feet. A waft of air enveloped me, scented with fresh soap and that musky scent of man, with a motor oil finish.

The tickle turned to butterflies.

A strong grip slipped my ankle from my shoe, sending a wave of tingles over my skin. After sliding the paper towel under the shoe, Declan pried my flip-flop from the floor, then twisted the gum and rolled it into the paper towel.

As I balanced on one foot, he carried the shoe to one of the many sinks and dabbed a towel in something that resembled nuclear waste. After a few scrapes of the bottom of my shoe, he returned, kneeling again to grab my ankle and slip my gum-free flip-flop back onto my foot.

I felt like a redneck Cinderella.

Heat mixed with the tingles this time—followed by total humiliation when I remembered I hadn’t shaved my legs in a week.

“My, uh, razor’s . . . broken.”

He pushed to his feet. “I’ve got a bush hog out back.”

My jaw dropped.

He grinned widely. “All right. Let’s have a look-see at this smoking silver car of yours.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

Winking, Declan strode past me and I got the feeling I’d just met my match.

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Cruel Beauty: author interview

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Can you tell your readers something about why you chose this particular topic to write about?

A Beauty So Cruel is the first book in the Beauty and The Beast series. This is a work of adult fiction, mafia romance, and billionaire romance. The tropes entail: enemies to lovers, forbidden love, captivity, and an age gap.

I’ve always been a fan of the fairytale that is a tale old and classic as time. I’ve always considered Belle my favorite Disney princess. I loved the Disney movie and the Disney beast. I’ve also read the original German and French Fairytales. Belle’s original name was Beauty.

I had planned on writing a mafia dark romance, but I wasn’t sure where to began because there are so many fantastic mafia books out there already. I wasn’t sure what I could contribute new to the genre. Then, I had the idea of Beauty & the Beast.

I’ve read many retellings based on this concept although many tend to be in the fantasy area. I hadn’t read many in contemporary romance, and there are hardly any in mafia romance. I’ve read about two similar mafia romance books that are based on Beauty and the Beast, but there’s not many in the genre. I’ve tried searching as well, but it was limited.

This was my take on it. It has similar concepts to the original fairytale such as people do call her Beauty even though that’s not her real name. Of course, she is beautiful, and she calls her captor Beast. She likes gardening and reading. It’s based in a large estate, a modern glass-type mansion with a rose garden. There are roses and snow similarities. It’s a winter tale. It doesn’t follow the original tale of the debt and it is more of a hostage situation. I wanted to make it more different and deviant from having too many similarities so it could be standalone uniquely. The two characters have intimate conversations about reading and literature as well.

There will be a sequel following the book, and two standalones of different characters in the book. The standalones will also be Beauty & the Beast retellings. Since it’s the first of the book, it’s only $0.99 release sale price and it will also be on kindle unlimited.

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Author Bio

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Beena Khan writes literary fiction and edgy, contemporary romance. She 27 years old and lives in New York. She’s from Azad Kashmir, Pakistan, an immigrant who moved to New York when she was five years old. She currently holds a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology. She enjoys reading, writing, and netflixing. The Name of Red is her debut novel published at the age of 26. All of her books are on Kindle Unlimited + Free Novella!

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Please help the Librarian : night time only!

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My parents started this library and filled it with millions of dollars of books. Three floors. Open in the middle—same as our house—overlooking the main floor. When I wasn’t in school or training to be a Keeper, I was here, losing myself in books. I think I always knew I wanted to be a librarian, but it just took a while to work up the courage to tell my family. Of course, when I did, they acted like I’d told them I wanted to be a porn star or bank robber.

To this day, I don’t regret my choice, but I do regret how my parents were murdered before I could convince them that choosing another path in life didn’t mean I hated them. They died thinking the worst of me, and for that, I don’t think I’ll ever feel closure.

I pull into the parking lot to the side of my library and immediately go for my crossbow. The big one this time. Bertha.

There are four black SUVs in the lot and two parked out front on the busy street at the meters. I know it isn’t Nice, which is why I grab the chocolate-tipped arrow. I make them myself with pure cocoa powder and a flour paste so the tip hardens just enough to penetrate the skin. Vampire skin.

Chocolate is a narcotic for us. Give us enough, and it’ll kill, whereas a small dose has the same effect as alcohol. I’ve yet to sample any since being turned because I’ve been alone with Stella and must be on my guard. Mommy can’t get a chocolate chip cookie buzz until she finds a ninja sitter.

I take my crossbow and exit my Hummer. I might be a librarian, but when it comes to defending my child, I’m a one-woman army. Ready to kick fangs or asses. The ill-fitting, disheveled clothes I wear—below-the-knee skirts, moth-eaten sweaters, and granny glasses—are merely a disguise. Today I have on a wrinkled white blouse, plain tan pants, and a black cardigan that’s all stretched out. People see me and think I couldn’t harm a fly or fight my way out of a paper bag. All part of my Keeper upbringing. Unfortunately, my natural clumsiness is genuine, and so is my lack of love for violence. I can fight, and fight well. It’s just not something that comes naturally or that I enjoy. Even when I was Nice’s prisoner, fear always held me back. And he knew just how to use it to keep me tethered to his side, reading bad poetry, helping him shop online for ruffled shirts, telling him how much I admired his wiry body and long black locks.

The man is a monster.

At least I wasn’t mistreated sexually. Mr. Nice has a rule about not sleeping with humans (apparently they’re too fragile for his bedroom games), but he kept Stella from me. Those are years lost with my daughter, and I’ll never get them back. For that, he’ll pay.


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iBooks: https://books.apple.com/book/the-librarians-vampire-assistant-book-5/id1531938933

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-librarian-s-vampire-assistant-book-5


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MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a New York Times bestselling author who’s sold over one million books around the world. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dreams.

Mimi lives with her Latin lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and their three spunky dragons (really, just very tiny dogs with big attitudes) Snowy, Mini, and Mack, in the vampire-unfriendly state of Arizona.

She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men.

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