Friday, July 29, 2016

ARC Review of The Highlander by Kerrigan Byrne

The Highlander is the third book in Kerrigan's Victorian Rebel Series, this book is just as thrilling, and suspenseful, captivating you from the beginning.  Liam Mackenzie is the Marquess of Ravencroft, the Laird of Clan Mackenzie and the Demon Highlander.  He was raised by his brutal sadistic father along with his bastard brothers.  He has never known anything else but brutality, violence and war.  He fought in wars all over the world for years and now he is home and wants to try to be a father to his two children.  He has no idea how to go about it.  He writes his sister in law in London to send him a governess that can teach his children.
Who he receives at his highland stronghold has no resemblance to what he thought a governess should look like.  The woman he meets for the first time is a beautiful red haired siren who has a body made for sin.  He has never seen a more beautiful seductive woman.  He knows immediately that he wants everything and every way that he can have her.

Philomena St. Vincent grew up in a loving home with a father who loved and spoiled her.  When she meets her future husband she is hopeful that this handsome gentleman will make her happy and they will have a full life with a home and children.

What Mena gets instead in a hell that there is no escape from.  Her wedding night was a nightmare and everyday afterward only got worse.  The first time we meet Mena in this book is when she is about to be tortured in an ice bath by a brutish guard and evil doctor in the Asylum that her husband committed her to. No one will believe that she is not insane and everyday she falls deeper in despair.  On the day of the ice bath the doctor and orderly took her back to her cell to rape her, she fought them but they were too strong and this was going to be the worse than anything she had been through.  Then salvation arrived in the guise of giant men who  rescued her and took her away from the horror that she endured.

This is the story of two damaged people who have been abused and react  differently to what happened to them and how they survive.  They are both strong in their own ways.  Mena is frightened and attracted to Liam.  Liam wants Mena but feels that he does not deserve her.

Even though they have both been through their own personal hell, they still have the capacity to be kind and loving and as they discover each other secrets they grow closer.

There are many obstacles in their way, but will they be able to find a way to heal each other and find a love that will last for their entire lives.

Kerrigan writes stories with strong, heroic characters that you will cheer on to their HAE.   This book is full of surprises, action, very hot sex and a wonderful heart wrenching romance.

I loved this book and you will too.

Received a complimentary copy from the publisher for an hones review.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Review of A Duke to Remember by Kelly Bowen

First I would like to say that this book will make you cry tears of sorrow and joy.  Kelly writes a beautiful story about two people who are truly meant to be together and you can actually feel their connection.

Ellie DeVries is a part time actress and full time investigator for Chegarre & Associates.  A business that helps mitigate or completely erase scandals and helps fix all kinds of problems that could ruin a person or family.  The Duchess of Ashland has been committed to Bedlam and her daughter Lady Abigail hires Ellie to find her brother the Duke of Ashland who the world believes died at age 10.  But Abigail insists that he is alive and is the only one who can stop her diabolical cousin, Francis Ellery from claiming the Dukedom for himself.

Noah Lawson is a gentleman by birth and temperament.  He is funny, hardworking and handsome.  He is his own man and does not want anyone to know who he really is.   When Ellie arrives in Nottingham to start her search for Noah Ellery she saves a young boy from drowning and is pulled out of the water by the most beautiful man she has ever seen.  She cannot believe that the man she has just started looking for is the same man.    They are immediately attracted to each other and have never had these feelings before.  It is electric and enthralling.

This is where it all gets complicated.  Noah's life changed at the age of 10.  He was ripped from his childhood and thrown into a hell that no child should have to ever endure.  What is worse is that his parents were the ones who put him there.  When he escapes five years later he vows never to go back and makes a new life for himself in a small village where no one knows who he is.

I do not write spoilers in my reviews.  Believe me when I say you are going to want to read this book.
Everything about Kelly's writing is exceptional in every way  and she is now one of my favorite authors and I will make sure to always read her books.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Book Blast for A Duke To Remember by Kelly Bowen

Love takes the stage . . .
Elise deVries is not what she seems. By night, the actress captivates London theatergoers with her chameleon-like ability to slip inside her characters. By day, she uses her mastery of disguise to work undercover for Chegarre & Associates, an elite agency known for its discreet handling of indelicate scandals. But when Elise is tasked with locating the missing Duke of Ashland, she finds herself center stage in a real-life drama.

Noah Ellery left the glamour of the London aristocracy to pursue a simpler life in the country. He's managed to avoid any complications or entanglements-that is, until he lays eyes on Elise and realizes there's more to this beautiful woman than meets the eye. But when Elise reveals her real identity-and her true feelings for him-the runaway duke must confront the past he left behind . . . to keep the woman he loves forever.


Kelly Bowen grew up in Manitoba, Canada. She attended the University of Manitoba and earned a Master of Science degree in veterinary physiology and endocrinology. 
But it was Kelly's infatuation with history and a weakness for a good love story that led her down the path of historical romance.  When she is not writing, she seizes every opportunity to explore ruins and battlefields.
Currently, Kelly lives in Winnipeg with her husband and two boys, all of whom are wonderfully patient with the writing process.  Except, that is, when they need a goalie for street hockey.
“You’re not going to die on me, are you?”  The voice came from lower, almost directly in front of her this time, and Elise opened her eyes, staring up at a collection of clouds scudding across the blue sky.
“Not yet, I think.”  She struggled to sit, her tired muscles still refusing to obey.
A warm hand caught hers and pulled her forward, and Elise was suddenly presented with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
They were smoky green, the color of pine wreathed in mist, the color of still waters that hid great depths.  They were ringed with blond lashes, set in a strong, rugged face that spoke of hours spent outdoors.  Pale blond hair fell around his ears in careless waves, the ends damp where they brushed his bare shoulders.  Incredible shoulders, wide and powerful, droplets of water sliding over the ridges of muscle to disappear down the front of his chest.  
Her mouth went dry, and whatever breath she thought she had caught deserted her once again.
He was crouched before her, a look of concern tempered with a half-smile stamped across his striking features. “Hmmm.  Well, if you die, can I have your horse?” he asked.  “As fine an animal as I’ve seen in a long time.”
“My horse?” she repeated.  Good Lord.  Her wits had completely scattered under that smoky gaze.
He glanced over her head up in the direction of the road.  “One of the boys brought it off the bridge for you.”
Elise struggled to draw a normal breath and formulate a thought.  The man was trying to put her at ease.  It wasn’t his fault that he looked as he did.  It wasn’t his fault her body was threatening to make an utter fool of her because of it.  
But clearly, it had been too long since she had invited a man to share her bed because she was shamelessly staring at the way his body moved as he shifted.  Subtle shadows carved their way across his torso, created by lean muscle rippling under golden skin. A scattering of dark blond hair covered his chest and trailed down past his navel.  Her eyes dropped further south, and she let her gaze wander over the sharp ridges of muscle that formed a V over his hips before disappearing into the front of his breeches.  His free hand rested on a powerful thigh, long, capable-looking fingers spread out over the top of his knee.  She imagined what those fingers would feel like against her bare skin.  Because she already knew what his arms had felt like beneath her, the hard strength of his body against hers.
When he was pulling you from the water like a drowned river rat, you fool, not drawing you into a lover’s embrace.
A terrible realization struck her with the completion of that thought.  Without needing to check, she knew her cap was gone.  Her braid had come unpinned, and she could feel the heavy weight of her sodden hair on her back.  A glance at her water-logged clothes plastered to her body confirmed her worst suspicions.  When she’d bound her breasts tightly beneath her loose, baggy shirt, they were unnoticeable, but there was nothing unnoticeable about them now.  The bindings had come loose and slid down to bunch at her waist.  Worse, the threadbare fabric of her worn shirt was almost transparent, and stuck to her skin as it was, she may as well have been wearing nothing.  The curves of her breasts were clearly visible, as were the dark areolas of her peaked nipples.
The man’s eyes were still on her face and not on her chest, which Elise was choosing to interpret as a testament to his chivalry, but no one in their right mind would mistake her for anything other than what she truly was.  A woman dressed as a boy.
“No, you can’t have my horse,” she muttered, attempting to peel her shirt away from her breasts with her free hand.  “I need it to flee a lot of awkward questions.”
The man was watching her again.  “They are going to want to know who you are,” he said quietly, jerking his chin in the direction of the voices beyond them.  The understanding she saw in those incredible eyes made her blink.
She managed a weak smile.  “Do you suppose anyone will notice if I just swim back to where I came from?” She was trying to make her mind work, but like her muscles, it seemed lethargic, her usual ingenuity depleted.  “You can tell them that I was a mermaid.”

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