Shadow & Warrior (Genetically Modified Novels) Review

Holly S. Roberts has been such a generous soul in  gifting me E-ARCS of Shadow and Warrior, the first two books in her new Genetically Modified series.

I read these books in two days. I’m serious. I started Shadow Wednesday morning while my son was in school and finished it this morning (Thursday) then jumped right into Warrior. I had Warrior finished by late afternoon; I could NOT put these books down!

Holly cautiously approached me about these books with a concern that I would not be interested in a Paranormal/Urban Fantasy book. Granted, most paranormal books that I’ve read had been flops, but Holly has NEVER once let me down with her stories. I have always been hooked from the beginning. She writes such heartwarming, steamy, sexy reads that can’t be put down. I saw no reason why Shadow & Warrior would be any different.

{Please be warned that these reviews may (will) contain spoilers!!}

Shadow (A Genetically Modified Novel) Book 1 Review:

Half-man, half-beast, King is the ultimate Alpha Male.

Leader of the Shadow Warriors, King’s objective is to live in harmony among the human race. Already living peacefully with Cuban survivors of the Hellhound ‘apocalypse’  two years after the war shows their restraint and ability to lead normal lives despite their shape-shifting abilities.

Clumsy, naive and subservient Marinah is sent to Cuba as a liaison between the Federation and Shadow Warriors – a mission sure to end in death.

What could go wrong?

While reading Shadow I was plagued with doubts of Marinah completing her mission to bring back Shadow Warriors to aid in the Federation’s survival from the Hellhounds. Marinah is such a self-conscious, self-depreciating main character that I couldn’t believe her as a heroin…but Holly did her justice by creating so much character growth.HSR-hnim-gmn-Shadow-750x1125

I grew to love Marinah throughout the book with her snide remarks, spunky attitude, and her sense of false hope. You just have to sympathize with a woman who trips over her own two feet while barely moving (I do the same dang thing!) and still faces the threat of death with a witty response.

{The Shadow Warriors I’m heading to meet terrify me to the point of unreasonable behavior. Think jumping into a pit of crocodiles, whipping out an umbrella, and whistling “My Humps” by the Black Eyed Peas while flailing to the beat of snapping jaws.}

When Marinah meets King, the Alpha male of the Shadow Warriors, the spark is not instantaneous but I did see a huge Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey moment. Marinah trips off the last step of the airplane and face-plants at King’s feet. I just love embarrassing first encounters. They’re so real and relatable.

I’m a sucker for a slow burn romance. Holly didn’t fail in the slow burn department because the lack of sex in this first book was disheartening, but it’s worth the wait! Mating raging beasts aside.

You love shapeshifters? You love Urban fantasy with twists and deep disgusting secrets? Then you’ll love these Genetically Modified books. Holly gives us questionable material about formaldehyde, GMOs and entities that are practically zombies.

{The formaldehyde also leaks from coffins and contaminates surrounding plots. We are battling our dead and the next wave will be worse because they are evolving into something else entirely. They’re watching us and calculating our weaknesses. It wasn’t this way in the beginning or none of us would still be breathing. Marinah thinks they’re coming. What she hasn’t figured out is they’re already here.}

You thought that was a spoiler? LADIES! You haven’t seen anything yet!

Shadow encompassed everything you could ask for. Fantasy, a bit of genetic modification, slow burn romance, and beastly alpha males.

Warrior (A Genetically Modified Novel) Book 2 Review:

Warrior delved deeper into the Federation’s corrupt system and dislike for Shadow Warriors.

Marinah is sent back to the Federation with knowledge that should’ve gotten her killed outright in Cuba. With this new found knowledge, Marinah is on the war path to topple the Federation and coexist with her new Shadow Warrior allies.

Warrior also delves deeper into Marinah and King’s kindled relationship and gives us the51zfhKtKgUL steamy romance we’ve been craving since the spark in Book 1.

{Somehow, I end up with my back against the bed and King’s lips moving over my neck. Each small nip makes me arch against him and reach for more, needing all of him. My breasts, my belly, lower. He leaves me writhing, my sighs heavy in the room. I’m beyond ready when he lines up his body and meets my gaze.

“You’re mine, Marinah”, he says and finally, he proves it.

“I’m yours”, I strangle out at his entry.}

While reading Shadow I had this insane picture of King in my mind and what he would look like as a shape-shifter. What I’m about to show you required several minutes of browsing furry pictures and trying not to question myself on why I needed to find a likeness. kisspng-gray-wolf-fan-art-deviantart-werewolf-luis-royo-5b0f34808b8a72.2220144315277231365716

 

This deviant art of a soldier wolf isn’t quite what I was looking for, but it’s a long the same lines. Leather straps. Sexy muscles. Hairy. Huge paws and claws. You get the drift. King and his warriors train with swords so this is a fitting image. Imagine this guy riding a motorcycle!

Holly creates brand new characters in a scary aftermath of U.S. government f**k-up that leaves you reeling and questioning your own beliefs about what is really the truth in our news outlets.

And the idea about GMO Hellhounds?

{I overhauled my eating and my husband’s and began studying. GMOs are a huge concern of mine and I actually marched against Monsanto 😉 I thought it would be really cool to have a monster come out of GMOs and the story doesn’t hit everyone over the head with my beliefs but there is a message.

-Holly S. Roberts}

Interested in this phenomenal new series? Check out the pre-order links below to get your hands on Shadow Book 1 when it releases 2/12/2019!

 Amazon

 Nook

 Kobo

Apple Books

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{Warrior Book 2 Links to come soon! Warrior release 3/5/2019}

About the Author 

Holly Roberts

Holly S. Roberts is the USA TODAY Best-Selling Author of the Hotter Than Hell, Club El Diablo and Completion Sports series. If a book doesn’t have enticing romance, steamy sex, and hot alpha men she doesn’t read or write it. She believes in love at first sight because she lives it with her husband/high school sweetheart.

Holly’s passions outside of writing include working out, roller skating, and gardening. She believes that even approaching senior-hood she can do anything she sets her mind to. Trying out for Survivor and being the oldest roller derby queen in history are on her bucket list.

In 2014 Holly optioned her first movie deal with Hollywood and in 2016 her second. She’s still waiting but eventually one of her stories will appear on the big screen. Rep’d by Lane Heymont with Tobias Literary Agency with film and TV rights held by Dreamstreet Entertainment, Holly spends time in HOLLYwood and her home high in the Arizona Mountains.

You can follow Holly at her website wickedstorytelling.com or on Facebook at facebook.com/hollysrobertsauthor where her daily smutty posts appear as well as a view inside her wicked world.

 

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The Marie Kondo Method: My Experience Tidying Books

In my last blog post I was going through all my boxes of books to see what series of YA books I have read and which ones I haven’t. From there, I decided to employ the Marie Kondo method during the process. Two birds, one stone and all that jazz.

While tackling 7 boxes of books in a tiny room can be slightly overwhelming, I tried not to feel the daunting dread that threatened to crush me when faced with this task I set up for myself. In truth, I thought I was setting myself up for failure and wasn’t sure if I was doing this because it was the latest ‘fad’ or if I truly wanted to start downsizing.

I knew this wasn’t just a ‘fad’ I wanted to be apart of, because I have never been one to follow the masses – I really wanted to put a dent in my stacks for the sake of space. I feel absolutely claustrophobic in my room and the only thing keeping me sane is knowing I’ll be out soon and that this is all temporary.

The Process

The KonMari method has five categories to go by: Clothes, books, papers, miscellaneous and momentos.  Seeing as I just decided to employ the KonMari method on my books, I forgoed doing the rest of the categories. That isn’t to say I won’t consider using this method when I finally move (because I KNOW I have other areas to downsize in).

At first I was going to just surround myself with boxes of books, because I thought, hell, who doesn’t love to be surrounded by books? Then I thought to myself, this isn’t supposed to be a loving process. This is supposed to be a downsizing process.

{Keep in mind, I didn’t organize anything. The only thing I was able to do was take books out that didn’t give me joy, and replace the books I kept back into their boxes. I know the KonMari method requires you to do everything in one go (tidy and organize), but I just don’t have my own space for that, yet.} 

Instead of surrounding myself with boxes upon boxes, I went through one box at a time.20190124_100847 A lot of the books that I sat aside were mass market paperbacks, second books in a series (when I went to Wal-Mart and randomly found a book that looked great but didn’t realize it was part of a series. Yeah…I was one of those people), books that I grew out of, and books that I never read and knew I didn’t intend on reading. These were all books that really did not spark the joy I was looking for.  

I re-boxed my books by series, hardbacks and paperbacks. I made sure to keep like-size books together because that is how I organize my shelves.  I started out with 7 boxes and ended with 6. Granted, some of these are good-sized boxes and I can fit quite a few books in them!

{In total, I set aside exactly 30 books!}

Once I started setting aside books it became apparent that I not only needed this de-clutter but I wanted it. Knowing that I already wanted to make space (you know…for more books) made it 10x easier to set aside books that I’ve held on to for years. 

My Final Thoughts and Feelings

I’m at that point in my life where I realize that it’s becoming pointless to hold on to so much stuff . I’ve moved several times within the past 4 years – packing and re-boxing books and leaving stuff in storage has become ridiculous and unnecessary. I almost want to start over, but starting over is expensive. Alas, I can only get rid of those items that I 20190125_195819really don’t need anymore. 

I’m ready to go through papers, momentos, clothes and miscellaneous items and move on with my life! The KonMari method has provided for me a motivation and push that I needed.

On a More Deeper Note

In my blog post Where Has Forensic Mom Been?! , I told you all that I left my long-term boyfriend and father of my kiddo. Well, with leaving him I have felt such freedom, yet so much confinement, if that is even possible? 

I felt trapped because of all the memories attached to so many things that I have – even items that I’ve owned long before I met him – so much so that it’s almost like I have this bad taste in my mouth when looking at certain things. 

Blogging started out as a healing process and then somewhere along the way it wasn’t something I enjoyed anymore. I’m working to rectify that. It might seem weird to you all, but this cleansing process of de-cluttering books has helped a lot. I reconnected with old favorites and new ones too.

My love for reading and blogging is slowly rekindling and I’m excited for this small fire starting to light within me. 

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My YA TBR Backlist

I’ve seen a lot of your shelves. You know… the ones on Instagram that are so color coordinated and gorgeous. The ones that are floor to ceiling and the ones that have multiple editions of the same books. I envy all of you…. but with shelves like those I don’t envy your backlisted books. Your massive TBR shelves. Some of you have whole bookcases filled *swoon*!!

I’m sitting here staring at the 7 boxes of books I have (not including the random books I have scattered throughout my room). Yes, boxes, because my adored shelves are currently sitting and wasting away in storage </3. I’m looking at them and I’m thinking, what series have I not finished yet? What series do I have but haven’t even started? 

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I don’t know about you all, but I have a habit of buying the first book in a series and then not finishing them. Today, I’m going through my 7 boxes (one not pictured) and taking a look to see what exactly it is that I need to finish. This year is all about beating my backlist and the majority of my backlist are YA series that I have yet to complete.

In the back of my mind I want to employ the Marie Kondo method.  GASP. I know, right?! For those of you who don’t know, Marie Kondo tidies up homes and spaces using the ‘spark joy’ method. If it doesn’t spark joy in your life then get rid of it.

The only reason why I am considering this method is because I will be moving into my own place (soon, hopefully) and I need to downsize. I can’t believe those words came out of my mouth regarding my precious books!I will donate or do a giveaway of books I decide not to keep, so all will not be lost <3.

YA Backlisted TBR Books

Oh man, here goes.

My list for Books that I have but not yet Started:

  • The Young Elites – Marie Lu
  • The Black Witch – Laurie Forest
  • An Ember in the Ashes – Sabaa Tahir
  • Daughter of the Centaurs – Kate Klimo

 

Books that I have but haven’t finished (I’ve at least read the first book in the series):

  • Evermore –  Alyson Noel
  • Hunter – Mercedes Lackey
  • Vampire Academy – Richelle Mead
  • Daughter of the Pirate King – Tricia Levenseller
  • Passenger – Alexander Bracken
  • A Darker Shade of Magic – V.E. Schwab
  • Red Queen – Victoria Aveyard
  • Throne of Glass – Sara J. Maas
  • First Life – Gena Showalter
  • The Raven Cycle – Maggie Stiefvater
  • Daughter of Smoke and Bone – Laini Taylor
  • The Warrior Heir – Cinda Willima Chima

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I definitely have more series that I’ve started than I actually have. I should probably note that I’ve finished all of the Throne of Glass books except Tower of Dawn and The Assassin’s Blade, because this series is my favorite, I will more than likely finish those two books first in my backlist!

Now, here are a list of books that are not YA but are series that I would like to start/finish

  • Game of Thrones
  • The Lord of the Rings
  • Outlander – Diana Gabaldon (I’m literally halfway through Written in my Own Hearts Blood, and have been for a year now)

Check back for my next blog post about my experience with the Marie Kondo Method!

 

Where Has Forensic Mom Been?!

When I started Forensic Mom Blog back in May of 2016 it was meant as a coping mechanism when I separated from my long-term boyfriend. At the time I was a newly single parent to a one-year old baby and needed something to keep my mind off my current separation. I had just found out there was such a thing as blogging (OMG how did it take me so long to find that out?!) and immediately dived into the blogging world. I never knew there was a ‘bookstagram’ or that people reviewed books as a favorite past-time and even made money from it! To this day I am still blown away by the blogging community and how people can be so devoted and uplifting.

So, Where Have I Been?

In February of 2018 I again separated from my boyfriend for the LAST time and struggled with my mental health and self-appreciation. I basically fell off the face of the earth with my blogging and Forensic Mom Blog just slowly slipped into the background. 

Mental health wasn’t something I believed in. I scoffed at those who struggled with depression and considered myself mentally capable and stable…..until I had to come to terms with the fact that I was indeed depressed. There was no going around the truth of it.

I know depression comes in all shapes and sizes and for me it was a subtle transition into a downward spiral. I stopped doing the things that I loved. I stopped reading and blogging. I stopped going out and hanging with friends. I wanted to sleep all the time. I became easily angered and frustrated. I had no motivation.

I felt undervalued, underappreciated, that I wasn’t enough when I finally left my situation. I became a single-mom with two degrees that I had no idea what to do with. I started living back at home with my dad in one bedroom that I shared with my son. I obtained a job as a security guard in a small-town casino. All these things built up in my head as ‘failing’ – Until recently.

You see, 2018 became the year that I started appreciating myself and learning to see my situation as not failing but as succeeding:

  • I left a toxic relationship where I was consistently unhappy, constantly making excuses for him. A relationship where I was doing everything but yet it wasn’t enough.
  • I gained my first job in 3 years which means I’m making my OWN money
  • Yes, I have a dual degree, not using them right now does not mean I’m failing.
  • I’m happier than I have ever been in 5 years

Just those four little things turned from being a thorn in my side to being four things that make my mind just a tad bit healthier. I have learned to rephrase self-depreciating statements into statements that make me motivated to see things in a better light.

What Are My Plans for the Future?

This past year has been an intense journey and I just want to continue looking forward to what 2019 has in store for me. 

I am just now getting motivation to slowly bring myself back into the blogging world. I’m hoping Forensic Mom will make a comeback in the upcoming year.

My plans are to just focus on myself, my son, finding where I belong and what I should be doing with my life. I want to continue focusing on appreciating what I have and remembering that everyone finds their purpose in their own time.

I’m going to view blogging as a fun hobby and not a chore. I’m going to read what I want and when I want without fearing my Goodread’s Challenge. I want to enjoy what I love again without putting deadlines on it.

I will write when I have something to say.

This year I’m just looking forward to a Me that I can be proud of.

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NaNoWriMo Day 11 in the Books

I was still writing well into the night last night, but I day 11 ended at 777 words for a total of 11,999. I got a giggle out of that. I couldn’t have typed just one more measly word to get to 12k before midnight.

Today, however is a different story. I’ve been sick all day and have only written 623 words so far, but the night is still young I plan on ending on at least 1.5k words tonight.

My plot progression is stuck and I have a lot to work on! This whole ‘panster’ thing probably wasn’t a good idea, but that’s how I am. I fly by the seat of my pants.

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NaNoWriMo Day 9 in the Books

I got a late start last night. We thought it would be a good idea to go look at cars, because there are so many sales going on. I found my dream car, but alas, it’s a no go. We are so not ready to get into something new yet. We’ll stick with our 2012 Impala for a while longer.

Because of that I didn’t get home until after 10pm and only got a whopping 830 words in just before midnight. My total is now 11,121.

How did you all like my excerpt yesterday? Any feed back you want to give me? Things I need to work on?

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NaNoWriMo Day 8 in the Books

Day 8 was a spectacular night of writing for me. I say night because I only get writing done after my toddler is sent to bed. So, for about 3 hours from 9pm-midnight, I sit at my desk and get as much writing done as I can.

Throughout the three hours I had sooo many questions! How slow is a slow burn romance? Do you (meaning the readers) enjoy long sex scenes that descriptive or shorter scenes that are quick and to the point? I wrote my first sex scene and let Liam describe everything that he wanted to.

Here is an excerpt of that scene below:

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” I say.

I barely see her pause before she finishes pouring herself a glass of white wine, but I saw that pause nevertheless. “As a matter of fact you did, but you are more than welcome to continue telling me how ‘gorgeous’ I am,” she’s smirking when she turns around, setting a crystal tumbler in front of me.

“It would be my pleasure to remind you how beautiful you are…everyday,” I say.

“You are just the sweetest.”

I raise an eyebrow, “I guess I’ll have to work on that. Sweet,” I humph, “never been called that before. I’ve been called egotistic, rough, mandhandling, good in bed…”

She throws her head back and lets out the most twinkling laughter I have ever heard. That is what drew me to her. There is so much darkness in my life that I was drawn immediately to that laughter, because it illuminated my soul and stirred something within me. I still have yet to put a finger on it.

“What’s so funny? I’m slightly offended that you’re laughing at me.”

“Oh, I’m only laughing with you, not at you, but then again I wouldn’t know anything about manhandling or being good in bed.” She winks at me and I know she’s full on flirting now. Two can play at that game.

“Don’t you worry, hun. I’ll prove myself.”

“You will, will you?” She replies, leaning a hip against the counter as she stands and sips from her stemless wine glass. She’s watching me intently, her eyes slightly narrowed, giving her a feline look.

“Oh, I intend to.” I tip back my tumbler and let the burn of the whiskey slide down my throat. I set it on the granite countertop and slowly stand. I straighten my suit jacket and then lift my eyes until they meet hers. I slowly stalk around the counter until I’m standing next to her. She still has her hip pressed against the counter and I can see her breath catch as her eyes follow me.

I’m standing extremely close to her, only a hairs breath between us. I slowly raise my hand and trail it up her side and marvel at the feel of her curves beneath my hand. I lean in, her side pressed to my chest, and enhale her scent before planting a soft kiss on her neck. When she turns in my arms I press her back against the counter, my hands resting on her hips as I capture her lips with mine.

When our lips meet I’m practically shocked senseless from the friction. Never have I felt such chemistry with a woman before. It’s foriegn. It’s new, and it’s something I’m trying not to think about in this moment.

She parts her lips and I don’t hesitate to slide my tongue inside and explore her mouth. She glides her hands up my arms to rest on my shoulders and presses herself against me. When she moans into my mouth I about come undone. I lift her up by her ass and sit her on the counter. She autmatically wraps her legs around my waist locking me to her. I don’t mind. Not one bit. It’s almost as if standing right here between her legs is where I was always meant to be.

I break our kiss. “Is this alright?”
She nods her head, “Yes, damn it,” she says breathlessly, pulling my face down to hers and kissing me. She’s feroucious. A tigress. A goddess. She’s a wild creature of the forest just begging to be tamed. I can feel her energy, smell her arousal, and can see how turned on she is just by our kissing. A low growl escapes me as my fingers start to wander. I inch her dress up, my palms flat against her thighs.

My mind completely shuts down when she opens her legs for me and I see bright red lacy underwear. I gulp. There’s a black bow. I want to rip them off her and devour her, but I contain my animalistic emotions and instead slide a hand between her thighs and rub a thumb along her center. I can already feel how wet she is through the lace. She’s warm and inviting and I just want to bury myself deep inside her.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I bite out, lifting her and carrying her when she points to a hallway that I hadn’t noticed before.

“The door at the end of the hall.” She’s planting kissing along my neck and nibbling my shoulder. It takes everything in me to not fuck her up against the wall.
I turn the nob of the door and dont bother to take in my surroundings. I kneel on the bed gently laying her down as I crawl over her. Our lips meet again. This time she gains confidence and slides her hands under my shirt, splaying her fingers across my back. I bury my head into her neck and start pressing kisses against her skin. She arches against me and I’m a goner.

I lift her dress up to her waist and pull her underwear down over her thighs, down her legs over her heels, letting them drop to the floor. I kneel in front of her and spread her legs open, leaving my hands on her knees. “Are you ready for this?” I ask, huskily.
She nods her head once those pale green eyes boring into mine. I lower my face to the apex of her thighs watching her as my tongue slides along her slit. She closes her eyes and drops her head back against the pillows. This woman is a vision.

I insert two fingers into her opening and flick my tongue against her clit. Her taste is exquisite, like the first drops of water on a tongue that’s been parched for days. The noises that come out of Florence’s mouth shoot right to my groin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Florence,” I growl out, “A god damn vision.” I crawl up to her again and kiss her swollen lips while lifting her dress the rest of the way up and over her head. I unclasp the matching red bra and throw it to the floor and finally get my mouth against a perfect breast.

She lets out the sweetest moan and presses my head to her chest. I suckle her breast and take the nipple between my teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it go. I undo the buttons of my shirt and loosen my tie. I rip the tie over my head and toss the shirt to the floor. My pants soon follow.

I settle myself between her legs and fall forward, a hand pressed into the mattress next to her head as I kiss her again, my other hand busying itself with her clit. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. “Are you ready, baby?”

She lifts her hips and grinds her clit against my hand in answer. Everything she does implies consent but I can’t help but be sure, “Are you sure about this?”

She lets out a frustrated groan, “Yes, damn it, Liam, fuck me.”

My dirty little vixen.

I guide my cock to her entrance and slip it up and down her pussy lips before pressing the tip inside. Florence tenses beneath me and I stop, “You ok?”

She nods her head again so I press in further until I’m halfway in. Then with one more push I’m in all the way. She’s so damn tight it’s almost suffocating. I drop my head and plant a kiss against her neck as I start to slowly move my hips against her. She responds by meeting my slow thrusts with the tilt of her hips. The feel of her beneath me is otherworldly and I almost unravel completely.

I quicken the pace, moving in and out of her faster and faster until our thighs are slick with sweat. Florence is a moaner and groaner and everything in between. She’s vocal and I like it. She digs her nails into my arms and tenses beneath me. A shudder rolls through her and she lets out a mewl of ecstasy as an orgasm rakes through her body.

“Fuck,” I groan out. I dig my fingers into her hips as I pull her body into my thrusts. I stop, when I feel my coming orgasm, and pull out. The spray of my cum lands on her stomach and I’m left panting above her.

I move to lay besides her, and turn her head to me and give her a soft kiss aginst her lips.

“You were wonderful, Florence,” I say against her lips.

“Liam…” she starts, and I quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Yes?”

“That was…”

“Amazing?”

“I was going to say mediocre.” I see that twinkle in her eye. She’s lying.

I shrug my shoulders. “I guess I’ll have to do better next time.”

She giggles and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She walks to the other side of the room and turns the light on to her en-suite. I watch her as she cleans herself up and walks confidently back to me naked with a warm washcloth. Unabashedly, I wipe my semi-hard cock clean.

She crawls back onto the bed, pulling the comforter and sheets down. She pauses, seeming to contemplate the next stop. “Will you stay the night with me,” she asks, suddenly shy. My heart immediately radiates warmth.

“I would love to,” I say. I pull her against me and cover us. I listen to the sound of her breathing and soon I know she’s asleep. Her chest rises and falls against mine.
Soon, I’m asleep too.”


Wow, steamy! Did you enjoy it? What can I do better? PLEASE for the love of all things HOLY, leave me some feed back ❤

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NaNoWriMo Day 7 in the Books

AHHH! I almost missed posting this! Day 8 is almost over and here I am, forgetting to tell you about day 7!

851 words yesterday. Yep, that’s it. Still better than the day before when I did only 401

23415271_1940816419518792_835725980547450513_owords. Tonight, however, I’m on a roll. I’m on fire. Literally, this scene has me fanning myself.

So, today, guys…IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. I have had such a laid back day. It’s been incredible.

I went and treated myself to An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson. The cover of this book is BEYOND gorgeous. I would be lying if I said I didn’t buy it solely for the cover. It’s true…I did, but you know what? I saw it all over Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and just had to have it. It does sound like it will be a great read, though.

I am proud of myself. I have been keeping up with NaNoWriMo and have been writing EVERYDAY. Check back tomorrow for an EXCLUSIVE scene from my novel. Be prepared to have wet panties. You’ve been warned.

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